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playfighting with hsr characters ft. dan heng, kafka, blade, gepard, jingliu, luocha, aventurine, dr ratio, sunday, mydei, anaxa
notes: gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, hints of dom/sub stuff but like you really have to look into it, kafka is my favorite character and i would let her do anything to me, paralive version
༄ dan heng:
who wins? you.
✣ he's kind of unsure of what to do. it's not as if you're unaware of the raw power he has, so he assumes this is some kind of prank or bit. he'll just kind of stand there awkwardly until you huff and tell him to fight back. considering he'd rather die than hurt you, he instead will give you the slowest and most gentle shove of all time - barely making an indent in your stomach. you'll eventually tackle him to the ground and declare yourself the winner since he doesn't really try all that much. he's still lost by the end, but by the way his tail his thumping against the floor you can tell he enjoyed himself.
༄ kafka:
✣ who wins: "you."
she knew what you were up to the second you slinked into the living room. there's never a time in kafka's life where she won't indulge your whims though, so she pretends to be distracted with some sheet music. when you finally pounce on her, she lets out a fake gasp and asks how her baby could be so cruel. it's nearly impossible to actually hit her with how evasive she is, but she's good at pretending just to make you happy. with a few twists, you'll find yourself in her arms and your legs around her waist as she peppers your face with kisses. she'll gush about how brave you are before asking you to join the stellaron hunters with the most teasing grin on her face.
༄ blade:
✣ who wins? blade.
the moment you initiate any sort of playful combat, a sort of sleeper agent activates inside blade. years of instinct nearly threaten to take over and put you down quietly. his hand twitches for a second before his brain takes over and he moves it to the small of your back. he'll ask with a deadpan expression what in elio's name you're doing, and sigh when you tell him you're going to beat him in a fight. he knows that you know such a thing is impossible, so he speeds up what will be a losing battle and simply pins you underneath him on the floor — making sure you're aware that he's one utterance of his name away if you ever do truly find yourself in a fight.
༄ gepard:
✣ who wins? you, just barely.
gepard doesn't even try to fight back. he's still as a statue, petrified of causing you the slightest bit of injury. unfortunately for your golden retriever of a boyfriend, he is built like the walls of belobog's fortress. regardless of what he does, you bounce back ungracefully from trying to push him over and fall flat on your ass, bumping your hip into the coffee table in the process. he freaks out and bends down to try and help you, and you turn it into an opportunity to fake him out and pin him to the ground. he could get up with zero issue and completely overpower you, but instead he's content to lay on the group with pink cheeks and congratulate you on your win.
༄ jingliu:
✣ who wins? nobody.
as somebody who treats your safety with deadly seriousness, jingliu doesn't exactly take lightly to your foolishness. would you actually use such obvious methods if you were trying to ambush somebody? has any of her training rooted itself in your brain? all you've managed to do is convince her that you can't be left alone for more than five seconds. no matter how much you whine that you were just trying to play around, she's coming back to this exact moment when you ask her to please leave her sword at home during the grocery store run.
༄ luocha:
✣ who wins? you.
look at him. he's a healer. while he might have muscle from carrying around that coffin all the time, he's usually tired and overworked to some extent. even with your rambunctious nature, luocha used to have the tendency to treat you like a doll. with every one of your surprise attacks on him though, he's starting to see you're more of an untrained and curious puppy. he rarely has the energy or willpower to fight you back, and will just let you take him out to satisfy your craving for chaos. once he's down, he'll just run his fingers through your hair and ask if your nonsense is done for the night. this is usually followed by him shaking his head and asking himself what he's going to do with you, but the adoration in his eyes is a clear sign he'll let you keep getting away with it.
༄ aventurine:
✣ who wins? aventurine.
you know how much he loves you right? remember when he bought you your own mini spaceship? he is so competitive that it doesn't matter how much he loves you at that point, so please disregard the fact he will body slam your ass just to win. he really doesn't have that much physical strength so the sudden burst of energy surprises you. you have no choice but to chalk it up to some sort of adrenaline rush or such because you sincerely thought you'd last longer. he's not even sorry about it — just giving you his signature smug look and trying to butter you up so you don't make him sleep on the couch. couldn't he have at least pretended to put up a fight to make the silly moment last longer? you're more mad about that part than the actual losing, so he says to try again the next day and he'll show some restraint. it plays out exactly the same.
༄ dr ratio:
✣ who wins? not you.
he's halfway out the front door before you can even finish the thought. he is literally so tired. do you know what you're doing? do you enjoy making him miserable? the look he gives you is so devoid of soul that it sort of does convince you that he'll either kill you or himself if you try anything. even when you say you promise you're not going to do anything stupid, he doesn't believe you for one second. between you and aventurine, he has zero tolerance for tomfoolery by the end of the night. proceed with caution. he will lock you out of the bedroom if you piss him off enough.
༄ sunday:
✣ who wins? it's a tie.
sunday thinks you're cute. he loves to observe you and how you treat situations. when you're in a playful mood while relaxing in the party car, he easily follows your thinking and let's you have your moments of fun. he should've known a bout of cuteness aggression would latch itself onto his brain, as is usually the case when you do just about anything. what was an easy win turns into his wings fluttering against your face while he nips at your cheek. only one of his hands is needed to restrain both of yours, and he asks with a lovelorn look on his face if you have any idea how difficult it is to hold back when you're so endearing. you think he's over-exaggerating, but the affection is much appreciated.
༄ mydei:
✣ who wins? up for debate.
no matter what you do, moving him in any way is completely impossible. he doesn't try to fight back even a single time and you still can't put a dent in him. hitting, biting, kicking - it's all futile. when you inevitably tire yourself out, he'll let you curl up against his chest before asking if your little temper tantrum is done with. his fingers will hold your chin and tilt it up so very slightly, eyebrow raised as he informs you that if you want his attention, there are easier ways than acting like a brat ; not that he'd ever want you to stop acting like a brat.
༄ anaxa:
✣ who wins? nobody.
much like ratio in the sense of not having time for your bullshit, but anaxa is substantially more of an asshole about it. despite this, he actually will usually let you just float around whatever area he's working in for the day solely to keep you in his eyesight. yes, he's distracted and doesn't say much during this, but being so close for hours fills the gap. it's only when you get too wily that he has to step in and put a swift end to that behavior. he is busy, he is irritated, and you being a problem child is doing nothing to help. you don't even get to creep up on him fully before he's scolding you. ignore his warnings will usually end with you tied up in a chair, wriggling and whining while he ignores you. please, just behave for five minutes, would you?
ft. fem/afab! reader x all male characters including: argenti, aventurine, blade, boothill, dan heng/imbibitor lunae, dr. ratio, gallagher, gepard, jiaoqiu, jing yuan, luka, luocha, moze, sampo, sunday, welt, trailblazer/caelus, phainon, mydei, anaxa.
warnings. aged up!! nsfw content, MDNI! mostly soft sex but rough sex is also included, fem! reader twt/x links, sub! characters will be mentioned in the names, nasty stuff, yandere themes, CNC/DUBCON, dom! characters, dom! reader, sub! reader, degrading, harsh n kinky language, nipple play, mentions of pubic hair (yes guys, pubic hair is normal but tots okay if you shaved!), minor use of y/n, corruption kink, hate sex, exhibitionist, gratification, praise kink (good girl), knight x princess for kingdom prompt, referred to as "goddess", consent king (consent checks)!! overstimulation, power play, use of sweetheart, refers to you as fucktoy and pretty, breeding kink
a/n. suddenly got the idea while thinking of what to write for JJK, hope you guys enjoy this! also to access the twt links you must be logged in.
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here’s a song for you. ㅤINCLUDES TWITTER/X LINKS
"you said you hated me."
"i do. doesn't mean i don't think about you at night."
✧/✧/✧ the rain hadn’t stopped all night. it beat against the cracked windows of the building, drowning out every sound except for the rapid thrum of your heart. he stood in front of you, the faint light from the bulb outlining the sharp angles of his face. his jaw was tense, his knuckles flexing at his sides like he was holding something in—something dangerous.
“you said you hated me,” you finally muttered, voice rough from all the arguing earlier.
he looked at you like he was ready to bite, but his voice was low and even, dripping with something that wasn’t anger. “i do.” he stepped closer, the floorboards groaning under his boots. “doesn’t mean i don’t think about you at night.”
your breath hitched. there was no mistaking the way his words hit—like they’d been ripped straight from his chest and handed to you, bleeding and raw. you took a small step back instinctively, but he followed, closing the distance between you with ease. “you… what?”
his lips curled into something between a smirk and a grimace. “you think i can just turn it off? pretend you’re not in my head every damn second?” he was close now, close enough that you could see the faint flutter of his lashes with every breath. his voice dropped to a near-whisper. “i hate how much i want you. i hate that i dream about you, even when i’m awake.”
your pulse roared in your ears. he was standing so close that you could feel the heat radiating off him, the storm outside mirroring the one tearing through your chest.
“you’re messed up,” you breathed, though your voice wavered.
he tilted his head, eyes glinting like he’d won something. “maybe i am. but you’re the one who makes me this way.” he lifted a hand, stopping just short of touching your jaw, his fingertips hovering like he wasn’t sure he deserved it. “tell me to stop thinking about you,” he murmured, voice shaking for the first time. “and i will.”
but you didn’t. you couldn’t, and he knew it.
"you know you love the attention i give you." his thumb strokes your bottom lip "tell me to stop? as if i'd listen to your pathetic begging. you're stuck with me, baby." his grip tightens slightly "i know you dream about me too..my words, my touch..."
"…and the way I make you feel right here." his hand drifts lower, tracing a slow path that has your breath catching, the air between you charged and heavy. "don't even try to deny it."
your mouth opens agape ever so slightly, but no sound comes out. his thumb lingers at your lip, pressing just enough to keep you silent, his eyes locked onto yours like he was daring you to look away.
“that’s what i thought,” he murmured, leaning in so close you could feel the brush of his breath against your cheek. “you can pretend you don’t want this all you want, but i see the way you look at me.”
your pulse hammered in your throat, but you couldn’t move—not when he was holding you like this, not when his presence felt like it was burning through your defenses one by one.
“say it,” he ordered quietly, the words low and sharp. “say you hate me. i want to hear it.”
you swallowed hard, but your lips barely moved. “i… hate you,” you whispered, though it lacked any real conviction.
he smirked like he could taste the lie. “mmm, you don’t sound so sure, baby,” he said, his voice dripping with dangerous satisfaction. “but that’s fine. i’ve got all the time in the world to prove you wrong.”
his grip tightened just enough to make your breath hitch as he leaned even closer, his lips barely brushing the shell of your ear. “and trust me,” he whispered, voice low and dark, “i will.”
his grip on your face remains, his long fingers digging into your skin. he leans in closer, his warm breath fanning across your lips. his piercing eyes bore into yours, a twisted smirk playing on his full lips.
"you know you want this, don't you?" he lets out a dark chuckle, his free hand trailing down your neck slowly, making you shiver. his grip becomes more bruising as he pulls you flush against his muscular frame. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, a predatory gleam in his gaze.
"you're mine, accept it."
"over my dead body."
you glare up at him, forcing the words past the tightness in your throat. every part of you is trembling, but you refuse to back down, even with his grip still locked on you.
"i'm not yours."
his eyes widen slightly at your defiant response, but then a dark chuckle escapes his lips. "oh really now, is that how you want to play it? you think you can defy me?" his free hand trails down your body, fingers digging into your flesh. "i own you, your pathetic attempts at resistance only make me want you more." he bares his teeth in a feral grin.
"but if you insist.... i'll be happy to put you in your place." he yanks you towards the bed, grip unyielding and searing against your skin. you stumble forward, your heart leaping into your throat as you try to find your footing, but the pull is too strong, too sudden.
“ah!” you yelp, the startled sound escaping before you can bite it back. your body collides with his chest for a brief moment before the back of your legs bump sharply against the edge of the mattress. you flinch, your knees buckling slightly as you’re forced to sit down, his towering presence blocking out any thought of escape.
his eyes bore into yours, unblinking and dark, filled with an intensity that makes your stomach twist. he doesn’t let go of your wrist; instead, his grip tightens, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to remind you who’s in control. he leans in slowly, deliberately, until his face is only inches from yours, his breath warm against your cheek.
“look at you,” he murmurs, voice low and laced with satisfaction. “so quick to fall into place.” his other hand comes up to cage your chin, tilting your face upward so you’re forced to meet his gaze. the mattress dips under his weight as he inchescloser, hemming you in completely, his presence suffocating and overwhelming.
you squirm beneath his stare, your breath coming out uneven, but he doesn’t move back. instead, his lips curl into the faintest smirk, as though your resistance only fuels him further.
he crushes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. you try to resist, turning your head, but his grip on your throat tightens, forcing you to submit. he devours your mouth hungrily, groaning into the kiss as his free hand roams your body, squeezing and groping.
"that's it, stop fighting me. you know you love this." he hums, breaking the kiss, only to trail biting kisses down your neck, leaving angry red marks. "i'm going to ruin you. make you scream for more."
“n-no…” you breathe out weakly, though your voice barely holds any strength behind it. your hands clutch at the sheets beneath you, fingers straining around the fabric as his lips press bruising kisses down the curve of your neck, each bite making your body tremble despite the words spilling from your mouth.
“stop… i…” the protest dies in your throat, coming out as a broken whimper. you can feel your resolve crumbling, piece by piece with every mark he leaves behind. your chest rises and falls rapidly, your pulse thundering as though it’s trying to break free from your ribcage.
you squeeze your eyes shut, forcing yourself to sound defiant even as your voice shakes. “i hate you,” you whisper, though the way your body leans into his touch betrays you completely.
he chuckles against your skin, the sound dark and knowing. his hands trail down your sides, pinning you firmly in place as you finally stop fighting back, your body going slack beneath him.
“sure you do sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough as his lips ghost over your ear. “stop pretending. you love every second of this, and now…” his teeth graze your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. “…you’re mine.”
you let out a shaky breath, your resistance dissolving completely as his words sink in. you can’t fight him anymore, not when you know, deep down, that a part of you doesn’t want to.
sensing your surrender, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he continues his assault on your neck. "that's my good girl," he growls approvingly, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. "i knew this tight little pussy would be nothing but a sopping wet mess for me once i got you going." his hand slides down between your thighs, fingers probing at your dripping slit through your clothes.
"mmm, you're so wet already. i've barely even touched you." he chuckles, feeling your arousal coating his fingers. "can't wait to feel this sweet little cunt wrapped around my cock." he tugs at your shirt, tearing it open to expose your breasts, the sound of fabric tearing making your breath hitch. your hands instinctively come up to push him away, but they falter halfway when the cool air hits your exposed skin, goosebumps prickling across your body.
“w-wait—!” you gasp, your voice trembling as your sensitivity spikes from the sudden exposure.
he doesn’t wait. his hands slide firmly along your sides, holding you in place as he buries his face against your chest. the warmth of his breath against your skin makes you shiver, and your fingers curl helplessly into the sheets beneath you.
a startled, broken sound escapes your lips as you feel the press of his mouth against you. every nip and scrape of his teeth against your sensitive bud sends sparks racing through your nerves, your back arching despite yourself.
“please…” you manage weakly, unsure if you’re begging him to stop or begging for more. the way your body trembles tells him everything he needs to know.
he hums low in his throat, the vibration rolling through your skin, and you can feel the smirk forming against you. “so sensitive,” he murmurs darkly, his hands gripping your waist to keep you still. “you can pretend you hate this all you want, but your body doesn’t lie.”
your breath comes out in short, uneven gasps, every brush of his lips leaving you weaker, the creeping hand coming closer to your hot hole, your walls of resistance finally crumbling.
"ngh..." your thighs clamp together, slick with arousal, so disgusting. you think. he lets out a guttural groan as he feels your thighs trapping his hand, your arousal soaking through the fabric. "that's it, squeeze those beautiful legs around me." his fingers press harder against your slick folds, rubbing you through your panties.
"you want this so bad, don't you?" he lifts his head from your chest, eyes darkening with lust as he gazes down at you. "don't worry, i'm going to give you exactly what you need."
his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, yanking them down your legs roughly. he tosses them aside, his eyes raking over your bared pussy. he leans in, inhaling deeply. "fuck, you smell so good." he presses open mouthed kiss to your slick folds, tongue darting out to taste you.
"mmmm~ i knew you'd be sweet," he murmurs against your sex, the vibrations sending shivers through you. he peppers your clit and entrance with hungry kisses, then sucks it into his mouth, tongue laving and teasing the sensitive nub. "take it, bitch…let me feed on your cunt." he groans in satisfaction as he slips a long, calloused finger into your dripping pussy.
he swirls it around slowly, feeling your slick, velvety walls clenching around him. at the sudden insert of his slender fingers you your mouth contorts into an "O", letting out a sharp and lewd moan.
"that's it, scream for me." he adds a second finger, pumping them in and out at a steady rhythm. "your pussy is milking my fingers so damn good." he curls his digits, stroking your most sensitive spot relentlessly. "i bet you wish this was my cock filling you up, don't you?" fuck. you were close. at his words your hole clenched even tighter, you hated the way how he made you feel right now.
"oooooh you naughty girl, i can feel you clenching harder around me." he grins, leaning in to suck hard on your clit. "noooooo!" you cry out, your voice breaking as you try to twist away from him. your hands press weakly against his shoulders, but there’s no strength behind them anymore.
"don't fool yourself, baby." he pumps them in and out at a relentless pace, curling them to stroke your most sensitive spots. "thaaat's it, let it all out. cum for me, you filthy slut." he sucks hard on your clit, tongue swirling around the engorged nub. "i want to feel your pussy clenching around my fingers, coating them in your sweet juices." he increases the speed and pressure of his ministrations, determined to wring an earth-shattering orgasm from you.
as your body convulses in ecstasy, he wraps his strong arm around your hips, pulling you flush against him as he rides out your orgasm with you. he presses his lips to your ear, whispering dark, filthy praise as you tremble. "that's it, cum for me like the dirty girl you are." his fingers continue to pump in and out of your overstimulated pussy, drawing out your climax for as long as possible. "look at you, shaking apart in my arms. you're so fucking perfect when you let loose." he kisses the shell of your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine
he removes his fingers from your dripping pussy with a wet pop, leaving you aching and empty. "i'm going to make you beg for my dick before i even consider giving it to you." he leans down, nipping at your earlobe. "now be a good slut and spread your legs for me. show me how much you need to be filled."
your legs part slowly, almost of their own accord, every movement heavy with reluctant compliance. a rush of heat spreads through you as you feel the weight of his gaze, the air thick with tension and unspoken promises. your breath catches in your throat, heart pounding as the space between you grows smaller.
he gently takes your wrist, guiding you to lie back against the soft surface of the bed. his hands move with deliberate care as he settles between your parted legs, the warmth of his body pressing close to yours.
slowly, he leans down, his chest hovering just above yours, and his breath fans across your skin. his eyes search yours, filled with a mix of intensity and something softer beneath it all. his hands find your hips, steadying you as he adjusts his position, anchoring himself in the missionary stance. the closeness between you is electric—every heartbeat, every breath shared in this intimate space.
"'m gonna fuck that pretty pussy of yours yeah?" he grins sadisticly, enjoying the view of your fucked out, overstimulated face. "yeah?" he repeats once more in a mocking tone. your eyes were clouded, you had never been touched before like that. "mmmhm..." was all you managed to get out, your slick pussy twitching every few seconds.
a spark ignites in his eyes—dark, wild, and almost feral. his lips curl into a slow, sadistic smile that sends a shiver down your spine. there’s a dangerous thrill in the way he looks at you now, like he’s been holding back something fierce, something that’s finally been unleashed. the smile promises intensity, a mix of chaos and control, and you can’t help but feel both terrified and drawn to it.
he lets out a deep, guttural groan as he slowly pushes his thick, throbbing cock into your dripping pussy. he moves agonizingly slow, relishing the feeling of your velvety walls stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. "fuuuck, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me," his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he sinks in to the hilt. "that's it, take every inch of me." he pauses, allowing you to adjust, before beginning to rock his hips in a slow, deep rhythm.
"hah—your pussy is practically sucking me in. it's like it was made for my cock." his pace quickens slightly, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. "i knew you'd be the perfect fit for me." he leans down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth to match the tempo of his thrusts.
the bruises blooms under his palms as he powers into you with recklessness. the force of his thrusts causes your breasts to bounce with each impact, the hard, pebbled nipples dragging against his chest. "fuck, i love the way your tits bounce for me." he breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he forces his face between your heaving mounds. he sucks one nipple deep into his mouth, biting down gently while his fingers tease the other.
"taste those sweet little nips. you're so sensitive for me." meanwhile, his hips never pause in their relentless pounding, his thick cock stretching you open with every thrust. his balls slap against your clit, the rough contact sending jolts of pleasure through your overstimulated body. "looks like a good pounding was all it took to make you behave, hmm?" he alleges you with his teeth and tongue as he drills into your pussy, made even steamier by the image of his tongue laving your nipples.
"look down. see how my cock is splitting you open? how your needy cunt is clinging to me? you were made for this, baby. fuck..... you.feel.so.fucking.good." his words are punctuated by the slap of flesh and your ragged moans as he fucks you senseless, visually ravaging you in the process.
he pulls back to meet your gaze, his eyes blazing with dark lust as he drives his cock deeper, the thick head rutting against your cervix. "you reek of my dick." he grinds into you harder, his heavy balls slapping against your clit as he chases your impending climax. "that's right, cum on my fat cock. coat me in your sweet juices like the willing breeding bitch you are." with one hand, he presses down on your stomach, fingers sinking into your sweat-slick skin as he watches your body tremble on the edge.
muffled moans escape your lips as he continues to pound into you mercilessly, prolonging your orgasm as he fills you to the brim with his thick seed. the sensation of his hot cum flooding your depths triggers another wave of intense pleasure, and you instinctively clench around him, milking him for every last drop.
"ah—fuck yes! fucccck!!!!" you cry out, your voice cracking from the sheer intensity of the moment. your back arches sharply against the bed as your fingers dig helplessly into the sheets, knuckles turning white. your entire body trembles, every nerve alight as the sensation crashes over you in waves, leaving you breathless. your lips part again, another strangled moan slipping free as you can’t hold back the sounds spilling from your throat.
"take all of it, you fucking dirty little cumslut." with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his release spurting deep within you.
your chest heaves as you ride out the overwhelming rush, eyes fluttering shut while the world blurs around you. the aftershocks leave your muscles weak and trembling, a soft whimper escaping as your body goes slack beneath him.
your eyes are glazed over, unfocused, the world around you little more than a blur. your mind feels blank, too overwhelmed to process anything but the warmth and weight above you. he leans down slowly, his hand cradling your jaw as his lips find yours. the kiss is deep, consuming, and you melt into it without a thought. your body reacts on instinct, lips parting as his tongue brushes against yours. the taste of him is dizzying, and your hazy mind can barely keep up as he presses harder, hungrier.
a soft, helpless sound slips from your throat as his mouth claims yours completely. drool slicks the corner of your lips, mixing with his as neither of you pulls away, his tongue plunges into your mouth to tangle with yours. the taste of your combined saliva and the lingering flavor of your shared climax mingles on his lips and tongue as he devours you.
he groans into your mouth, still rocking his hips slowly to prolong the exquisite sensations pulsing through both your bodies. his hands roam your sweat slicked skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake as he pulls you impossibly closer, needing to feel every inch of you against him.
when he finally does break it, a thin strand still connects your mouths, and you’re left gasping for air, eyes dazed as he stares down at you with that same wild, satisfied gleam.
"every inch of this tight little body belongs to me." he sums you up, his gaze roaming over your flushed features, your sated, well-fucked expression, before his eyes darken with continued hunger.
— BLADE, aventurine, boothill, MOZE
"you're mine. you just don't remember it yet."
✧ “you’re mine,” he whispers, voice soft but dripping with a twisted certainty that makes your blood run cold. “you just don’t remember it yet.”
your breath hitches, and you stumble back, your shoulders hitting the wall. “what are you talking about?” you demand, though your voice cracks halfway through.
his eyes narrow, amusement flickering behind them like a predator who’s cornered its prey. “don’t you feel it?” he steps closer, slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring every inch you retreat. “that ache in your chest… that fear in your eyes? it’s because some part of you knows.”
your heart races, a nauseating panic blooming in your stomach as he raises a hand to your face. you flinch, but he only cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin with mock tenderness. “you used to look at me like i was your whole world,” he murmurs, leaning in until you feel his breath ghost your ear. “and you will again. i made sure of it.”
your throat tightens, the words barely scraping out. “w—what did you do to me?”
he chuckles low, the sound vibrating against your skin as he presses closer. “i took away what hurt you. i took away the doubts, the lies… all the things that made you want to run from me.” his lips hover at your ear now, and his voice drops to a near growl. “and now, you’re starting over. with me. exactly where you belong.”
your knees weaken as his grip shifts to your hips, holding you firmly in place. his eyes search yours, but it’s not affection you see there—it’s possession, complete and unrelenting.
“i’ll make you remember,” he says softly, almost sweetly, though his fingers dig into your skin like iron. “and when you do… you’ll thank me for it.”
his body presses close, but his movements are jittery at first, like he’s not sure if he should be this close. his breath is uneven, and you can see the faintest flush creeping up his neck as he towers over you, but he doesn’t move away. instead, his hands tighten against your sides, pinning you softly but firmly between him and the wall.
“i… i don’t want to scare you,” he mumbles, voice trembling slightly. his eyes dart away from yours for a second, like he can’t bear to see the fear in them—but then he steels himself, leaning in closer until there’s no space left between you. “b-but you keep trying to leave me, and i can’t… i can’t let that happen. not again.”
you feel the tremor in his hands, but his grip doesn’t loosen. if anything, it grows stronger, a quiet, desperate strength that keeps you trapped in place no matter how you try to squirm away.
“p-please stop fighting me,” he stammers, though his words carry a weight that doesn’t leave room for refusal. “i’m not… i’m not letting go. you’re mine. you always were…” he swallows hard, his voice dropping to a whisper, “even if you don’t remember.”
he buries his face against your neck suddenly, shuddering as though just being this close is too much for him to handle. but then you feel the soft press of his lips against your skin, hesitant at first, before they grow more insistent.
“i’m sorry,” he whispers, his breath shaky and warm against your neck. “i’m so sorry i have to do this… but you’ll understand soon. i’ll make you remember how much you need me.”
his arms wrap around you now, crushing you to his chest as his quiet, shaky breaths mix with the frantic beat of your heart. and though he trembles with nerves, there’s no mistaking the unrelenting strength in his embrace.
without another word, he crush my lips to yours, his mouth hungry and desperate, his tongue probing deep into your mouth. he kisses you like he's starved for air, as if he'll die if he didn't taste you right now.
as you kiss, his hands roam over your body, grasping and clawing at your skin, leaving scratches and marks that would linger long after you're done. he pulls you closer, his fingers digging into your hips before he spin you around, pushing you against the wall, his mouth never leaving yours as he fumble with your clothes, tearing them off with a desperation that's almost savage.
and when you're naked. your eyes widen at the sight and immediately attempt to cover it with your shaking hands. "no—!" you yelped before he removed your hands forcefully, brows furrowed. "let me taste, please." he begs softly, and for an instant you almost fold, almost.
you watched his eyes travel down to your glistening folds, he swallows hard, the sight making his hands tighten instinctively on your thighs. he hesitates for a moment, almost shy, his gaze flickering over the soft patch of hair framing your heat. the contrast only makes you look more vulnerable, more real beneath him.
“y-you’re… beautiful,” he murmurs shakily, his fingers brushing gently along the edge of your hip, like he’s trying to memorise everything about you. in the heat of the moment his mouth and tongue instantly begin exploring your pussy, licking and sucking with a ferocity that's almost animalistic.
he look up at you, his eyes blazing with a feral intensity, mouth still wrapped around your pussy. "i'll make you remember," he whispers, his voice husky and raw. "i'll make you mine, forever and always." he breathe, his hot breath whispering against your twitching cunt as he continue to devour you with fingers digging into your thighs as he holds you in place.
then he suddenly pauses, lifting his head from your glistening pussy. he gazes up at you with a mix of hunger and reverence, his hungry eyes drinking in the sight of you. slowly, almost tauntingly, he leans in, his warm breath fanning over your tender flesh. he presses a delicate kiss to your clit, lips lingering for a moment before grazing the sensitive nub with my teeth. a soft moan escapes him at the taste of you before he wraps his arms around your hips, pulling you closer.
you only got louder with the lustful sensation of his warm, slippery tongue grazing against your puffy pussy. a guttural moan escapes your lips as he works you over with his insistent tongue. you can feel your pussy clenching rhythmically around nothing but air, your body trembling with mounting pleasure.
he memorised every curve, every dip and swell of your body as his tongue began to explore, tracing the delicate folds, dipping into your entrance, and swirling around your clit in slow, teasing circles. his hands roam over your thighs, your buttocks, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
he work at your pace, savouring every gasp, every whine, every tremble that escapes your lips. with each pass of his tongue, he prays that he could bring you to the heights of pleasure, to make you surrender completely to his devotion. yes, what an ideal plan.
a desperate, feverish hunger consumes him as he presses his face further between your thighs. his tongue flicks and swirls against your slick, swollen folds, his lips sucking and nibbling hungrily. he just could not get enough of your intoxicating taste and the way your body quivers under his ministrations.
with a soft moan he flattens his tongue and drags it firmly up the length of your pussy, applying firm pressure to your sensitive clit. your back arches, pressing you harder against the wall as he holds your trembling thighs in a vice-like grip, pinning you in place. his dark, feverish eyes glare up at you, drinking in every twitch, every gasp, every desperate sound that escapes your lips. he wants to devour you, to make you scream his name as you come undone beneath his skilled, relentless mouth.
he plunges his tongue deep inside you, fucking you with long, firm strokes, my nose nuzzling against your clit. the obscene, wet sounds of the wet slurps fill the air as i lose myself in the task of bringing you to the edge of ecstasy.
his single-minded focus remains fixed on your dripping, quivering sex, his breath hot and heavy against your sensitive flesh as he continues his frenzied assault. with a lewd moan, he extends his long, slender finger, teasing the slick entrance to your core. your eyes widen at the sight, oh no, he's totally gonna finger me!
"wait! i dont—i don't want—" you plead, shaking your head in a frenzy but he pays no mind and slides it inside you with a slow, deliberate push, savouring the tight, hot glove of your pussy as it grips his finger. his thumb finds your aching clit, rubbing quick, tight circles that make you shudder and cry out.
feeling your walls clench around his invading digit, he begins to pump, driving his finger in and out in a slow and gradual rhythm designed to drive you wild. his free hand reaches around to palm your ass, giving it a hard squeeze as he tilts his head upward, giving you his all and undivided attention with his doe eyes despite both the pain and pleasure on your throbbing, dripping slit.
humming with carnal pleasure, he picks up the pace, finger fucking you with abandon as he lap at your clit and savour your essence with his tongue. his eyes blaze with a feral intensity as he devours you, his inner world consumed by the dark, primal need to make you come apart at the seams.
he curls his finger, pressing firmly against your most sensitive spots, his tongue flicking your swollen clit in time with his strokes. he can feel your climax building, your whole body coiling tighter with each passing second.
"cum for me, (y/n)," he rasp, his words punctuated by the obscene, wet sounds of his relentless finger fucking. "i want to feel you shatter around me."
with every filthy word that spills from his merciless lips, he could feel the dam inside you beginning to crumble. your once reserved demeanor is replaced by a desperate, insatiable hunger for physical release. "ohoohhh, yessss! just like that, mmmyeeeaaah! eat my pussy, make me cum hard! finger me, im getting close..!"
the admission spills from your lips like a dam breaking, a cathartic moment of surrender that leaves you helpless and exposed, a willing slave to the dark desires that now consume you entirely. and in that moment, he knows that he has truly broken you—a delicious, irreparable ruin, forever altered by the power of his uncompromising, all consuming lust.
"don't stop, don't you dare, don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop—ahnnnng! i'm—I'm—CUMMMINGGG!"
he continues his febrile licking and stroking as you dissolve in ecstasy, savouring the sweet nectar of your release and milking every last tremor from your convulsing body. as your body tenses and a guttural moan escapes your lips, he feels your orgasm beginning to wash over you. his tongue flicks your swollen clit with frenzied intensity, lapping up the slick arousal dripping from your pulsing pussy.
he looks at you with satisfaction, the sound muffled against your flesh as he drinks you in. his finger curls and rubs relentlessly against that sweet spot inside, coaxing you higher and higher until your back arches and your thighs clamp around his head. your trembling cries of ecstasy fill the air as you shatter, your walls clenching and fluttering around his digit.
he continues to work you through the aftershocks, slowing my pace but refusing to relent until your body finally goes limp, quivering from the intensity of your powerful climax. only then does he pull back, gazing up at you with dark, hungry eyes, his lips glistening with your essence.
before you can process what could possibly happen next, his arms tighten around your waist and he pulls you down with him. the impact is sudden but controlled as he lowers you both to the floor, never letting you slip from his grasp.
you gasp softly, your palms pressing against his chest for balance as he leans back, propping himself up slightly. his strong hands guide you easily, settling you astride his lap. the floor beneath you feels cold and unsteady, but his grip on your hips is anything but—it’s firm, possessive, like he’s anchoring you in place.
he looks up at you through dark, half-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling against yours. “stay right there,” he murmurs, his voice rough and commanding. his thumbs rub slow circles into your hips, not to soothe you but to remind you he’s the one holding you where he wants you.
you try to shift, to lean away, but his hands tighten instantly, holding you down with an unrelenting strength. the closeness makes your heart race, your body trembling as his gaze roams up and down your figure, lingering with a hunger that leaves you breathless.
“don’t move,” he whispers, his lips brushing just barely against your ear as he pulls you closer still, until you can feel every inch of his solid frame beneath you. “you’re exactly where you belong."
"you don't know what you're doing to me," he murmurs, voice gravelly with something dangerously close to reverence. his cock pulses against your stomach, hard and insistent. only now do you notice how...pretty his cock is. pale with a flushed pink tip, not too girthy but more so long...about 6 inches hard? and his veins?
you wonder how it would feel to be stretched out by him.
you suddenly snap out of your trance with his hands grabbing onto your wrist, grip tightening as he guides them to his cock with slow, deliberate movements. his breath comes heavier now, the edge of control slipping as you touch him. "god, you feel good," he whimpers, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your bones. but don't you dare stop.
he watches you, his expression unreadable, but there's a hunger in his stare that makes your pulse race. every movement you make, every flick of your wrist, sends a jolt through him. he leans into your touch, letting out a guttural sound that's all pleasure.
a string of saliva drips from the corner of his mouth as he watches you work, his breathing becoming more labored with each stroke. his hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction, more contact. he's lost in the sensation, in the way your soft hands feel against his throbbing length.
"fuck, he groans, his voice strained. "just like that. don't stop...." his hands slide up your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. he grips your shoulders, pulling you closer until your breasts press against his chest. his eyes are glazed over, consumed by lust, and he isn't hiding it. he arches into your touch, his cock pulsing in your grip.
your fingers dance across his skin in rapid succession, teasing out every last drop of pleasure from him. his hips jerk upward involuntarily as you stroke him faster and faster still. you know he's close, his breaths quickening with each stroke before it hits you.
with a porn star-worthy moan, he thrusts into your hands, his hips snapping upward as his orgasm rips through him. hot cum splatters across your breasts and neck, painting your skin with evidence of his desire. his body shudders violently, muscles tensing and relaxing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over him.
"fuck!" he gasps, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise. as he finally gets a good luck at his mess on you he chuckles. "look at you. covered in me. how cute..." slowly, he opens his eyes, taking in the sight of you marked by his release. a predatory gleam flashes in his gaze, a mix of satisfaction and renewed hunger. he reaches out, swiping a finger through the mess on your collarbone before bringing it to his lips.
"delicious," he purrs, savouring the taste. your breath stutters as you watch him, your cheeks burning hotter with every second. you can barely process the sight of his finger glistening in the low light before it disappears past his lips.
“d-don’t…” you mumble, your voice trembling, barely audible. the haze clouding your thoughts makes it hard to think straight, and your body feels heavy, pliant under his touch. he tilts his head at your weak protest, that same dark intensity glimmering in his eyes, but there’s a hint of something softer there too—like he’s savoring every bit of your flustered reaction.
his hands slide up from your hips to your lower back, holding you snugly against his chest. “you’re so cute when you’re shy,” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
with his fingers still against your back, and you feel the change instantly. the warmth in his touch vanishes, replaced by something firmer, unrelenting. his hands grip your hips suddenly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he looks up at you with a sharp, burning gaze.
“enough,” he snaps, his voice deeper now, leaving no room for argument. “i’ve been patient with you… too patient.”
you freeze, wide-eyed, but he doesn’t let you move. his hands pull you down harder onto his lap, his strength impossible to fight as his breath comes heavy against your neck.
“no more hesitation,” he growls, the words vibrating through your chest. “you’re going to take me now… every inch.”
“w-wait—” you try, but his hold on your hips tightens, cutting off any chance to scramble away. “no,” he says firmly, his tone dropping to a dangerous whisper as he leans close enough for his lips to brush your ear. “you’re done running. you’re mine… and i’m going to make sure you feel that.”
in one fluid motion, he flips you onto your back, pinning your wrists above your head with one large hand. his other hand trails down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. when he reaches your core, he pauses, his fingers hovering just above where you need him most.
"beg for it," he commands, his voice a dark whisper. "tell me how badly you want my cock inside you." his eyes bore into yours, filled with challenge and barely restrained desire. he wants to hear you say it—to admit how much you crave him, how empty you feel without him filling you completely.
his thumb brushes against your clit, teasing, torturing. he's waiting, watching your reactions intently, ready to take you apart piece by piece if necessary. his other hand slides lower, two fingers plunging into your wetness without warning. he curls them, stroking that spot deep inside that makes your vision blur. his thumb circles your clit, applying just enough pressure to keep you teetering on the edge.
"o—okay, please fuck me..."
without another word, he sheathes himself inside you in one brutal thrust. your walls stretch around him as if welcoming him home. he stills for a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried deep within you.
"shit," he breathes, hands travelling up before cupping your breasts. "always so perfect. so tight." then he moves, setting a punishing pace. each snap of his hips drives him deeper, harder, chasing the pleasure only you can give him. his hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. he licks a stripe up your neck, tasting salt and sweat and pure, undiluted need.
"that's it," he pants against your skin. "take it. take everything i give you..." as he thrusts into you, his cock disappears inch by inch into your slick, glistening folds. the obscene squelch of your arousal fills the room, mingling with the slap of skin on skin and your shared moans. his shaft stretches you deliciously, hitting depths no one else ever has.
each withdrawal leaves your pussy clinging to him, reluctant to let go. but he always pushes back in, burying himself to the hilt with a groan that vibrates through both your bodies. your juices coat his length, making the slide easier even as he pounds into you relentlessly. his balls slap against your ass with every thrust, the lewd sound echoing in the room. he's lost in the rhythm, in the feeling of your warmth enveloping him, squeezing him tighter than anything he's ever felt.
in the heat on the moment he redoubles his efforts, his hips snapping forward with animalistic force. the bed creaks beneath you, threatening to break under his passion. his fingers dig into your thighs, spreading you wider as he rails into your sopping cunt.
"yes, fuck, just like that!" you cry out, your nails raking down his back. the sting only spurs him on, driving him to fuck you harder, faster, deeper. pre-cum beads at the tip of his cock, mixing with your slickness as he pistons in and out. the room fills with the filthy sounds of sex—wet smacks, gasping breaths, the occasional whimper torn from your throat. he's lost in the feeling of your pussy milking his cock, begging for his seed.
as your climax hits, he feels your walls clamp down on him like a vice. with a roar, he buries himself deep inside you one last time, his cock pulsing as he spills his load directly into your spasming cunt. his fingers find your nipples, pinching and twisting them roughly as he rides out the waves of his own release.
through it all, he keeps you pinned above him, his grip on your neck firm but not painful. his mouth crashes against yours in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy. he pours everything into it—his obsession, his possession, his twisted love—and when he finally breaks away, you're left gasping for air. tears prick at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. he watches them fall, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
before you can catch your breath, he's rolling you onto your stomach. his hand presses between your shoulder blades, forcing you down into the mattress. the heat of his body hovers over you, his erection pressing insistently against your thigh.
"we're far from done," he growls in your ear, his teeth grazing the shell. "i'm going to ruin you for anyone else. by the time i'm finished, you won't remember your own name—only mine." he spreads your legs with his hands, lining himself up with your entrance once more. without warning, he sheathes himself inside you, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. his pace is relentless, driven by a hunger that seems endless.
"mine," he repeats, like a mantra, with each powerful thrust. "all mine."
— jiaoqiu, PHAINON, IMBIBITOR LUNAE, dr. ratio, ARGENTI
"we're supposed to be competing, but last night i tasted your lips instead of victory."
✧/✧/✧/✧ you’ve been rivals for as long as you can remember, always neck-and-neck in every competition. whether it was training matches, missions, or public challenges, you pushed each other to be better—and tore each other down at the same time. the rivalry was infamous, and neither of you ever let the other forget it.
but underneath the sharp words and glares was something else, something unspoken. every heated argument felt like it teetered on the edge of something more, every accidental brush of hands lingered a little too long. you told yourself it was hatred. it had to be.
last night, though, everything cracked. the competition had been brutal, leaving you both battered and breathless. you’d cornered him, intent on taunting him for nearly losing—and instead, his mouth was on yours. the kiss had been fierce, messy, and desperate, and you hated how much you’d wanted it.
now, you’re back on the field, trying to push the memory away, but the ghost of his lips still lingers.
“we’re supposed to be competing,” you bite out, shoving past him as you pace the edge of the training field, your heart still hammering from last night’s mistake. “but last night…” your voice falters, the memory flashing behind your eyes—the press of his mouth against yours, the way you’d melted before you could stop yourself. “…last night i tasted your lips instead of victory.”
he doesn’t move from where he’s leaning against the wall, arms folded lazily across his chest like he’s completely unbothered. but his eyes—sharp, predatory—follow every step you take.
“and?” he drawls finally, voice low and maddeningly calm.
you whirl on him, heat rising to your cheeks. “and it shouldn’t have happened,” you snap. “we’re rivals, not—”
he pushes off the wall in a single, fluid motion, closing the distance between you before you can finish the sentence. the smirk playing on his lips makes your stomach twist.
“not what?” he murmurs, voice a whisper against your ear as he leans in close. “not allowed to want each other? because if that’s true… we’ve got a problem.”
his fingers brush yours, barely a touch, but it sends a jolt straight through you.
his other hand slides down to rest possessively on your hip, pulling you flush against him. you can feel the heat radiating off his body, the hard planes of his muscles pressing into your softer curves. "all that fire between us… it's not just from our rivalry. deep down, you know exactly what it is."
he leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks in a low, seductive rumble. "stop fighting it. stop pretending you don't crave my touch, my taste, the feeling of me buried deep inside you."
his words caught you off guard as you distance yourself from him slightly, giving both you and him barely enough space. "what?! are you crazy?!" you shake your head. "i do NOT want to be associated with you like that!"
“like what?” he smirks, that infuriating curl of his lips making your stomach twist. god, you hated that look. you hated him—every cocky word, every smug glance. and you were certain he felt the same; you were rivals, enemies on the field. so why… why does it suddenly feel like that’s no longer true?
he pushes you closer and you instinctively step back, your shoulder brushing against the doorframe of the gym.
“w-what are you doing?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady, but it comes out shakier than you’d like.
he doesn’t answer, just keeps moving forward, each step purposeful and unhurried. his presence is overwhelming, his eyes locked on yours as if daring you to run.
your back hits the edge of the door, and his hand comes up to push it open with ease. the door swings inward with a low creak, the quiet echo of the empty gym room swallowing the sound.
the bench was wide enough for both of you, its black, padded surface cool and firm beneath your thighs. the faux leather covering had that faint, distinct scent of gym equipment, slightly slick from the polish they used to clean it. the sturdy matte black steel frame didn’t budge, even as you shifted, the faint creak of the padding the only sound filling the room alongside your ragged breaths.
you try to sidestep him, but he’s already there, blocking the way. his hand presses lightly—yet firmly—at your hip, guiding you backwards, deeper into the dimly lit room.
“stop,” you whisper, but he only tilts his head, that maddening smirk tugging at his lips again as he continues to close the distance between you.
one more step and your back meets the cool wall of the gym, your escape completely cut off. his arm braces beside your head, trapping you there as he leans in, voice dropping low and deliberate.
“now,” he murmurs, eyes glinting, “tell me again how much you hate me.” he crowds into your personal space, one hand braced on the wall beside your head, the other coming up to wrap loosely around your waist. not squeezing, just a light pressure. his body pins you to the wall, all hard muscle and barely restrained power.
"your pulse is racing under my fingertips, princess. betraying your true desires." his voice is a low purr, sending shivers down your spine. "go ahead, say it. tell me you hate me while your body screams otherwise. while your nipples strain against your shirt, begging for my touch. while your thighs clench together, aching to be filled."
he rolls his hips against yours, letting you feel the thick ridge of his erection through the fabric of his pants. "c'monnnn loosen up a little..." he says, his tone light but his closeness anything but.we can't always be enemies forever right?"
you swallow hard, your pulse hammering as his breath brushes your ear. “g-get off me,” you manage, though your voice shakes, betraying you completely. a wicked grin spreads across his face at your words, his eyes gleaming with triumph and dark promise. oh, i don't think so, you don't get to dismiss me that easily."
in a flash, he hooks a leg between yours, using the leverage to grind his thigh against your core. at the same time, his hand slides from your waist to tangle in your hair, tugging your head back sharply. "we're not enemies. we never were." he leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks, his hot breath fanning over your skin. "can't you feel it? this electricity between us, this undeniable pull…"
you can’t deny it—it feels good. better than you expected, even if you won’t admit it out loud.
he smirks against your skin, sensing your reluctant enjoyment. his thigh grinds harder against your core, the friction delicious even through the layers of clothing. "that's it, baby. just give in. stop fightin' this feeling." his free hand trails down your side, fingers splaying across your hip possessively. he nips at your earlobe before soothing the sting with his tongue.
"im going to worship this body until you're trembling and begging for my cock. until the only word you remember is my name." he whispers in that damn sultry voice of his. he captures your lips in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue and pent-up passion. it's dominating, consuming, leaving no doubt about his intentions. "mmmm, you taste even better than i imagined. sweet as honey and twice as addictive."
your breath hitches as his hands trail about, his touch firm yet unbearably slow. every nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire, but you’re frozen, unable to form the words to stop him. his gaze never leaves yours, watching every flicker of emotion cross your face, the corner of his lips twitching upward.
emboldened by your lack of resistance, his hands begin to roam your curves more boldly. one palm cups and squeezes your breast through your shirt, thumbing your nipple roughly. the other hand slides down to grope your ass, kneading the firm flesh and pulling you harder against his grinding thigh.
"fuck, these tits… i've wanted to get my hands on them for so long." he breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. marking you as his. "gonna make you feel so good, gonna ruin you for anyone else." his fingers find the hem of your shirt and slip underneath, caressing the smooth skin of your stomach before sliding higher to fully cup your breast.
he groans appreciatively as his calloused palm envelops your soft breast, relishing the weight of it in his hand. his fingers pluck and roll your nipple, coaxing it into a stiff peak. "mmm, sensitive aren't you? love how responsive this pretty little body is…" he ducks his head, capturing a hardened bud between his teeth through the thin fabric of your bra. he laves it with his tongue, wetting the material and creating delicious friction.
his other hand continues its exploration, dipping teasingly beneath the waistband of your pants to trace the upper swell of your ass. "bet you're getting wet for me already, aren't you baby? i can practically feel the heat radiating from your poor aching pussy."
you let out a breathy moan as his fingers tease my sensitive skin, your head falling back against the wall. "a-ahh…" your voice is needy and shaky, betraying how much you're enjoying his touch despite your "hatred". the pads of his fingers circle your nipple slowly, drawing out the sensation. you gasp softly, back arching slightly to push your breast more fully into his palm. "mmmnh… that feels… ah!"
when his teeth graze your nipple, you can't help but bite your lip to stifle a louder moan. your hips twitch forward involuntarily, seeking more friction. "o—oh god…" you pant, face flushed and eyes half-lidded with growing arousal. "p—please… don't stop…"
he groans deeply as he feels the slick heat of your arousal coating his fingers. your essence clings to his digits as he strokes along your folds, teasing your entrance. "damn, you're soaked. practically dripping for me already." he teases before capturing your lips in another filthy kiss, swallowing your needy whimpers as he works two fingers knuckle deep into your tight channel. curling them just so, he rub against that spongy spot inside you that makes your toes curl.
"that's it baby, let me hear those pretty sounds." he rasps against your mouth, his thumb finding your clit and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with his other hand grips your hip bruisingly, holding you in place as he finger fucks you with deep, purposeful strokes. "gonna make this greedy little cunt mine."
he pumps his fingers faster, plunging them deep into your sopping wet cunt. the obscene sound of your juices squelching fills the air as he finger fucks you hard and fast. "listen to that dirty wet noise, your slutty hole is making such a mess on my hand." you let out an embarrassed whimper, he chuckles softly before bringing his coated fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a groan.
"tastes divine. sweet and musky, like the perfect fucktoy." spitting crudely on your pussy, he rubs the saliva in, making the obscene squelches even louder as he resumes my vigorous pumping. "gonna ruin this pussy. mold it to fit my cock perfectly. all for me." curling his fingers just right, he strokes your g-spot as his thumb mashes against your clit.
for the first time you notice how unsteady his breathing is—how desperately he clings to you as though you’re the only thing keeping him alive. you bite your lip, torn, your body betraying you as shivers roll down your spine. he’s making you feel good—too good—you’ve never felt bad for him before. but now… now you can’t shake the thought that maybe he needs this more than you realized.
"fuck it." you mumble to yourself before reaching down to his pants, rubbing his clothed pent up buldge. "shit." you hear him mutter, "take it off for me," he says this time, louder, clearer just for you to hear. you waste no time in taking his pants off, only to be greeted with a throbbing cock.
he lets out a low groan as your small hand wraps around his throbbing shaft, stroking him with teasing touches. "just like that baby. wrap those fingers around my big, hard cock." his hips buck into your fist, seeking more friction. the tip leaks pre-cum, allowing your hand to glide smoothly along my length. "fuck!! your hand feels incredible. can't wait to feel this tight little pussy strangling me instead." he giggled.
he leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he continues to finger your dripping cunt. the wet, obscene sounds fill the air, mixing with your heavy breathing and muffled moans. "gonna stuff you full of my fat cock and pump you full of cum." god the idea of his fat cock filling you up made your pussy clench tighter.
he smirks against your lips as he feels your walls flutter around my fingers, knowing exactly what effect his words were having on you. "that's right, princess. you want this big dick stretching you out, don't you? want me to split you open on my cock until you're screaming my name." removing his fingers from your dripping cunt, he sucks them clean with a satisfied hum. "not bad, need to taste directly from the source. need to bury my face in this sweet pussy and feast on your nectar."
dropping to his knees, he hooks your legs over his shoulders and drags his tongue through your soaked folds. smiling on your cunt as he feels the way you writhe and shiver at the sudden wet warmth pressed against your sensitive core. he laps at your juices greedily, savouring your flavour. "you taste amazing. could eat this pussy for hours.
he hums on your pussy, lapping at your juices, tongue slipping in between your folds before swirling at your sensitive bud. he lets out a few pops with his mouth before flipping you onto your side with little ease, spooning up behind you. one strong arm wraps around your waist, hauling your hips back against his rock-hard erection. his other hand slips between your thighs, fingers playing with your drenched slit.
"poor baby... look at you, so desperate for my cock." he notches the broad head at your entrance, rubbing it up and down your folds to coat it in your slickness. "beg for it, tell me how badly you need to be stuffed full of my fat dick." leaning in, he nip at your earlobe before letting out an amused hum, "if you want this cock, you'd better start pleading like a good girl."
“f-fuck… i hate you,” you gasp out, your nails digging into his shoulders even as your hips tremble against his hold. “but—god—i want it, i want your cock so bad…”
your voice cracks as the pleasure coils tighter in your stomach, his dominance breaking through every wall you’ve tried to keep up. “please,” you whimper, hating how desperate you sound, “just… just give it to me.”
with a feral grin, he slams his hips forward, driving his thick cock balls deep into your tight, wet heat in one brutal thrust. a deep moan rumbles in his chest at the exquisite sensation of your walls clamping down on me. "fuuuck yes, take it all!" he snarls, immediately setting a punishing pace. each snap of my hips buries him deeper, the obscene slap of skin-on-skin echoing in the gym. his fingers dig into your hip hard enough to bruise as he fucks into you relentlessly.
"this is what you needed, isn’t it? to be used like the desperate little cock sleeve you are." reaching around, he pinches and twist your clit, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from your quivering body. "come for me."
“ah—fuck!” you cry out, your body arching helplessly into his touch as the heat building inside you finally snaps. “oh god—i’m c-coming!”
your walls clench around him uncontrollably, every wave of pleasure crashing through you harder than the last. “p-please… don’t stop!” you sob, your voice breaking as you fall apart in his hands, hating how much you love it.
as your pussy spasms around his pistoning cock, he lets out a string of curses, his rhythm faltering for a moment before he redoubles his efforts. bending his knees slightly, he angles his hips to nail your g-spot with every thrust, the swollen knot of nerves yielding deliciously under his assault.
"oh fuck, milking my cock so good....!" the wet, filthy sounds of yours coupling fill the air, punctuated by the rhythmic thump of the pylo box shaking from the force of his thrusts. sweat drips down his brow as he fucks into you with single-minded intensity, chasing my own release. "shit, you’re gonna make me bust early at this rate." his balls draw up tight, signaling his impending climax.
“w-wait,” you gasp, clutching at his shoulders as the bench creaks beneath the both of you. your heart pounds, not just from what he’s doing but from the faint sounds echoing in the empty gym. “slow down… someone could hear us.”
he stills for just a moment, his heated breath fanning against your ear. “you’re scared they’ll know you’re letting me ruin you like this?” he whispers, voice low and teasing.
“i’m serious,” you hiss, your face burning as you glance toward the door. “please… j-just be quiet. slow down.” he tilts his head, that dangerous glint in his eyes making your stomach twist, but he obliges—his pace easing, his touch softer. “fine,” he murmurs, lips brushing your jaw. “but you’ll have to keep yourself quiet, sweetheart… because i’m not stopping.”
slowing his movements, he presses his lips to your shoulder, dragging them up your neck in a series of biting kisses. his hips roll lazily, stirring up your insides without the previous frenzied pace. every inch of his cock drags against your inner walls, prolonging the delicious friction. his hand slides up your torso to palm your breast, rolling your nipple between my fingers. "wouldn't want anyone walking in on me claiming this sweet little pussy." to emphasize his point, he squeezes your tit almost painfully, pinching your nipple hard.
his thick shaft pulses inside you, the veins running along its length pressing against your sensitive walls with every shallow thrust. the flared head catches on your rim, stretching you wide before sinking back into your depths. droplets of precum leak from the tip, mingling with your copious fluids to create a slick sheen that allows my cock to slide effortlessly in and out of your grasping heat.
your breath stutters as the sound of footsteps drifts closer, every nerve in your body on edge. your instinct screams at you to pull away, to run, but his firm grip on your hips keeps you pinned right where he wants you.
“p-please,” you whisper, barely moving your lips as your body trembles. “we can’t… someone might walk in on us!”
“shhh,” he murmurs in your ear, the warmth of his breath making you shiver. “don’t think about them. think about me.”
just as he's about to come, the door to the gym creaks open. panic flashes through you, your pulse races, and though you know you should be horrified, you can’t ignore the way your body clenches around him at the thought of someone walking in, seeing you like this, but he quickly schools his features into nonchalance. keeping his movements slow and controlled, he continues to rock into you, careful not to make too much noise. "relax. they won't notice anything amiss," he whispers reassuringly, though tension coils in your gut.
his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he works his cock in and out of your soaked cunt. the threat of discovery only heightens his arousal, the danger adding a forbidden thrill to our illicit tryst. "just focus on keeping quiet and riding my cock. don't let them distract you from coming on my dick."
“god, look at you,” he whispers, a hint of a smirk in his tone. “you like this, don’t you? the idea of someone seeing you fucked wide open on my cock.”
“no,” you gasp, though the weak protest only makes his smirk deepen.
“then why are you squeezing me so tight?” his voice is pure sin now, low and dangerous. “why does it feel like you’re about to come just from the thought of being caught?”
your face burns, the shame and arousal tangling until you don’t know where one ends and the other begins. feeling your pussy clamp down on him, he loses control. with a few more powerful thrusts, he buries myself deep inside you and explode, painting your walls white with thick ropes of cum. a low groan escapes his throat as he fills you up, his hips jerking erratically as he rides out the intense waves of pleasure.
"fuckkkkk, that's it… take every drop." he pants harshly against your neck, continuing to grind into you as he empties myself completely. finally spent, he collapses against your back, his softening cock still nestled snugly within your fluttering sheath. "goddamn, you really know how to milk a guy dry." he chuckles breathlessly, nuzzling your hair affectionately.
after a moment, he carefully pulls out of your tender flesh, watching with satisfaction as his seed trickles out of your well-used hole. he tucks himself away and adjusts hisclothes before helping you do the same, wiping away the evidence of the shared passionate encounter.
“there,” he murmurs, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he gives your ass a sharp, playful smack. “no one would ever guess what a filthy little thing you just were for me.”
his voice drops lower, sending a shiver down your spine. “though, between us… i think i prefer you messy, marked by me.” before you can respond, he pulls you close, claiming your lips in a deep, possessive kiss that leaves you breathless. “so, still 'enemies'?,” he whispers against your mouth, his hand still cupping the back of your neck.
you hesitate, your heart hammering as you meet his piercing gaze. “…i don’t know anymore,” you admit softly, your voice trembling, and his smirk widens just a little.
— anaxa, LUOCHA, SAMPO, WELT, MYDEI
"i'd burn kingdoms for you. say the word."
✧/✧/✧ from a young age, the knight bore a terrible curse—his touch seared flesh, his grip crushed bones, and his presence brought agony to all but one. isolated and feared, he lived in the shadows of kingdoms, a weapon too dangerous to wield freely.
then, one day, he was summoned to the royal court to serve the princess rumoured to be as mysterious as the curse itself. when their eyes met, something shifted—his touch, which had never healed, never soothed, softened on her skin like a gentle flame.
unbeknownst to many, the princess held a rare power, a blessing woven into her bloodline, making her immune to his pain and, more miraculously, capable of taming his curse. together, they walked a perilous path—her protection the only thing keeping him tethered to the world, his loyalty fierce enough to burn kingdoms for her.
but their love, dangerous and forbidden, threatened to ignite a war none were prepared for.
the throne room was cold, shadows stretching long across the polished stone floor. guards stood silent at the edges, but all you could see was him—your cursed knight, the one whose touch brought pain to anyone else, but never to you.
his dark eyes locked onto yours, burning with a fierce intensity that made your heart thunder. “i’d burn kingdoms for you,” he said, voice low and unwavering. “say the word.”
you swallowed hard, mesmerised by the way his hand hovered just inches from your skin—no hesitation, no fear. when his fingers finally brushed against your arm, a warmth blossomed through you, soft and safe.
how could a touch so dangerous hurt everyone else but heal you? the answer was clear, even if the world would never understand: you were a princess, and his curse belonged only to the rest of the world, but love like this was never simple.
the flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows across the chamber walls as he stepped closer, the weight of his presence pressing against you like a storm waiting to break.
his eyes, dark and smoldering, held yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. the cursed knight—feared by all, yet gentle with you—reached out, his fingertips grazing your cheek with a tenderness that belied the fire burning just beneath the surface.
“you’re the only one who can bear my touch,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “and i won’t let anyone else have you.” the air between you thickened, charged with unspoken promises and a hunger that neither could deny any longer. his hands snaked around your waist, the world outside faded until there was only the two of you, caught in the dangerous intimacy of a love that burned brighter than any curse.
"bow." your voice loud and booming with the echo. at your whispered command, his posture shifted, his broad shoulders relaxing as he lowered his head submissively. his hands released their firm hold on your waist, instead resting gently at his sides as if awaiting further instruction.
"as you wish, my princess," he murmured, his voice now soft and obedient. "i am yours to command." he kept his eyes downcast, gazing at the floor between your feet rather than meeting your gaze directly. the proud, dominant aura that usually surrounded him had vanished, replaced by a quiet humility and a willingness to submit to your every whim.
your command hung in the air, a subtle reminder of the power dynamics at play. he stood before you, tall and imposing in his silver armour, yet utterly subservient to your will. the contrast was intoxicating, a heady mix of dominance and submission that left you breathless. "please, my princess," he said, his voice a husky whisper, "tell me how I may serve you tonight."
he remained still, a living statue of obedience, awaiting your guidance. the red cape draped elegantly over his shoulders, a symbol of his devotion and readiness to fulfill whatever desires you might have. "my princess?" his voice was a gentle query, tinged with anticipation. he stood before you, a pillar of strength and servitude, ready to obey your every command.
"what is it you desire of me tonight?" his question hung in the air, a silent plea for guidance as he awaited your instructions with bated breath. the torchlight danced across his features, casting shadows that accentuated the lines of his chiselled jaw and the scar that marred his cheek—battle scars earned in service to your kingdom and your person.
"shall i prepare your bath, my lady? or perhaps attend to your wardrobe for the evening's festivities?" his tone was respectful, almost reverent, as he offered suggestions born of experience and dedication to your comfort and pleasure.
you stepped closer, the soft rustle of your gown the only sound in the dimly lit chamber. your fingers grazed his chest lightly, feeling the powerful beat of his heart beneath the hardened muscle. his breath hitched at the touch, though he kept his gaze lowered in deference.
“no,” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath. “none of that tonight.”
his head tilted slightly, confusion flickering in his dark eyes as he finally dared to glance up at you. “then… what would you have of me, my princess?” you let your hand trail up the line of his throat, your touch soft but commanding, and leaned in close enough for your lips to brush his ear.
“kneel,” you murmured.
the word struck him like a spell. his shoulders trembled as he obeyed without question, lowering himself until he was at your feet, head bowed, hands resting at his sides in perfect submission. “as you wish, my princess,” he breathed, his voice reverent, the anticipation in his posture undeniable.
you looked down at him on his knees before you, the flickering torchlight making his broad frame seem somehow smaller, almost vulnerable. gods, he was so cute like this. you’d always had a thing for him—the cursed knight who would cut down armies at your command but softened the moment you laid a hand on him.
your lips curved into a slow smile as you reached out, cupping his jaw in your palm and tilting his face up to meet your gaze. his dark eyes were wide and expectant, pupils blown, his breath coming just a little faster now that you were this close. “you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” you whispered, your thumb brushing along the sharp line of his scarred cheek. he nodded instantly, the motion eager and obedient.
“good,” you purred, leaning down just enough that your lips ghosted over his ear. “because i want you to pleasure me… can you do that?”
his breath hitched audibly, and the sound sent a shiver down your spine. “y–yes, my princess,” he stammered, his voice deep and rough with desire. “i… i’ll do whatever you ask.”
you stepped back just slightly, enough to look down at him with a teasing, dominant glint in your eyes. “then show me,” you commanded softly, “just how devoted you really are.”
his strong hands gripped your waist as he guided you to straddle his lap, your skirts spilling over his thighs as he settled back against the velvet cushions of the throne. you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you, the hard planes of his body pressed flush against yours. from his position on the throne, he looked up at you with a mixture of reverence and hunger, his breath coming heavier as you shifted on his lap, feeling the heat of him pressed firmly beneath you.
his fingers traced the neckline of your gown, slipping beneath the fabric to caress the warm, supple skin beneath. his touch was electrifying, sending shivers of delight coursing through your body. leaning in, he pressed his lips to the sensitive hollow of your throat, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he nuzzled and kissed his way upward.
"you smell divine, my goddess," he murmured against your flesh, his voice a husky growl of desire. ”every inch of you is pure perfection.”
his hands continued their sensual exploration, sliding down to cup the swell of your breasts through the thin material of your gown. he kneaded the soft mounds gently, thumbs circling the pebbled nipples until they strained against the fabric, begging for release.
a breathless moan escaped your lips, your back arching instinctively into his hands as the pleasure rippled through you. you gasp his name, your fingers tangling in his hair for balance as his thumbs brushed your sensitive peaks again.
“y-you’re teasing me,” you whispered, trying to sound reprimanding but failing as another shudder coursed down your spine. the fabric of your gown felt unbearably tight now, your nipples aching against the thin barrier. “do you want me to beg you to bare me?”
your lips curved into a shaky smile as you met his dark, smoldering gaze. “because i just might…”
a low, rumbling chuckle vibrated through his chest at your playful threat, his eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "oh, princess, i'd much prefer to hear you plead for my touch, but if begging is what it takes…" his hands slipped beneath your gown, fingers skimming the heated skin of your thighs as he slowly, deliberately pushed the fabric up.
"let's see if these pretty little tits need freeing from their confines, he teased, his thumbs dipping beneath the lace of your bra to tease the tender buds. ”and maybe we can work our way lower, see if you're hiding any other secrets down there.”
with one trembling hand, he reached for the fastenings of his own garments, divesting himself majority of clothing besides his boxers with agonising slowness. each item fell away to reveal more of his bronzed skin, etched with the lines of hard won strength and bearing the scars of countless battles fought in your service.
his gaze was riveted to your exposed breasts, his eyes darkening with lust as he drank in the sight. his hands hovered uncertainly, as if afraid to touch lest he offend or displease you. yet the longing in his expression was palpable, a raw, aching need to worship and adore you. "may i, my princess?" he asked softly, his voice a hoarse whisper. ”may i touch you here? i promise to be gentle, to cherish and honour every inch of you.”
without waiting for permission, he reached out tentatively, his calloused fingers brushing the undersides of your breasts. the contact sent jolts of pleasure racing through you, and you couldn't suppress a soft gasp. "so soft," he breathed, his touch growing bolder as he explored the curves and valleys of your flesh.
his fingers danced across your nipples, tracing the stiff peaks with a feather-light touch that sent shivers of delight coursing through your body. he watched your reactions intently, gauging your pleasure and adjusting his ministrations accordingly. “do they please you, my princess?” he asked, his voice a husky murmur. “shall i pinch them, roll them between my fingers, or perhaps suckle them gently to bring you more joy?”
he paused, awaiting your guidance, his eyes burning with a desperate, adoring hunger. in this moment, he was your willing slave, existing solely to provide you with ecstasy and satisfaction. you bit your lip, feeling the heat between your thighs grow unbearable, and slowly guided one of his large hands downward, over the soft folds of your gown, until his palm rested between your legs. “pleasure me here too,” you whispered, your voice trembling with authority and need. “can you do that for me..?”
his breath hitched as he nodded fervently, his fingers twitching beneath your guidance as if barely able to contain his desire to obey. you bit your lip and leaned forward slightly, letting one hand drift downward, trailing over the hard planes of his stomach until you reached the unmistakable bulge straining against the fabric. your fingers brushed over the heated outline teasingly, watching the way his breath caught in his throat, his hips jerking subtly beneath you.
“you’re so hard for me,” you whispered, your tone both teasing and commanding as you squeezed him lightly through the fabric. “do you want me to help you too… or should i make you wait while you pleasure me first?” at your words his entire body tensed at your touch, a low groan escaping his lips as your fingers wrapped around his throbbing length through the fabric. his eyes fluttered shut, his brow furrowing in concentration as he struggled to maintain control.
"p-please," he stuttered, his voice ragged with desire. ”don't make me wait. i ache for you, need to feel you wrapped around me, to lose myself inside your warmth.” his cock sprang free, already leaking precum as it bobbed eagerly before you, a testament to his intense arousal. "take me," he begged, his eyes opening to lock onto yours with a desperate, pleading intensity. ”use me however you desire."
your breath caught as his length stood proudly before you, thick and flushed, the bead of precum glistening at the tip like a silent plea. you let your fingers ghost along his shaft, the twitch of his hips making a thrill run down your spine.
“so eager,” you murmured, your voice low and teasing as you guided him to lie back further into the throne. “you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”
“y–yes, my princess,” he breathed, his voice shaking with need.
you straddled him again, hovering just above his cock, letting the swollen head brush against your soaked entrance. his breath hitched, his hands gripping the armrests of the throne in a silent show of restraint. “good,” you purred, leaning forward so your lips brushed his ear. “because i’m going to take you… but i’m going to take my time.”
his breath was ragged as his hands slid slowly down your thighs, his touch reverent but desperate. reaching the hem of your gown, he bunched the fabric up around your hips, his fingers trembling as they found the edge of your soaked panties. he hooked a finger beneath the lace and dragged it aside, his knuckles grazing your slick, swollen folds. a soft, helpless sound escaped your lips as the air hit your heated core, and his eyes widened slightly at the sight before him.
a thin string of slick clung from the damp crotch of your panties to your glistening sex, catching the flicker of torchlight. “gods…” he whispered, almost to himself, his voice breaking with awe as his thumb brushed delicately over your entrance. “you’re so wet for me, my princess… so perfect.”
you hummed lewdly, unable to hold back the shameless sound as his movements grew more deliberate, more torturously slow. his strong hands gripped your hips, steadying you as he positioned himself perfectly against your soaked core, his gaze locked on your trembling body.
the air was electric with tension as his cock glided effortlessly through your slick folds, the sound of your wetness echoing through the room like a primal serenade. your thighs trembled, your hips twitching upward to meet each gentle thrust, as if beckoning him deeper. the sight was intoxicating - his shaft, slick with your juices, glistening like polished marble as it slid up and down your glistening folds.
the head of his cock would catch on the swollen nub of your clit, sending shivers coursing through your body, before he'd continue his languid strokes, teasing out your pleasure with every deliberate movement. your fingers dug into the armrests of the throne, the wood creaking softly in protest as you arched your back, your breasts thrusting upward like ripe fruit.
“my princess…” he gasped, the sound broken and reverent, “please—” “quiet,” you whispered, your hips rolling just enough to make him shudder. “you’re mine to use tonight. do you understand?”
“y-yes,” he stammered, though his eyes burned with something deeper than desire—devotion so raw it nearly stole your breath. his hands roved over the plush swells of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh and tweaking the pert nipples into even tighter peaks. his fingers left trails of goosebumps, sending shivers of delight coursing through you.
leaning in, he drew a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud before giving it a gentle nip. the sensation was electric, and you arched into him, craving more of his touch. meanwhile, his cock continued its leisurely glide along your slick folds, the head bumping insistently against your clit with each pass. the dual stimulation was driving you wild, your body thrumming with need as you ground yourself against him.
a strangled moan slipped from your lips as you clutched at his broad shoulders, your nails digging into the hard muscle beneath. “g-gods,” you gasped, the words trembling as his tongue flicked over your swollen nipple again, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
he hummed lowly in response, the vibrations rumbling through your sensitive flesh as he suckled harder, teeth grazing just enough to make you shudder. your hips rolled instinctively, seeking more friction as his cock continued its languid, teasing glides through your slick folds. each deliberate stroke had the head brushing your clit, making your thighs tremble and your breath catch with every subtle bump.
“you’re driving me mad,” you whispered, voice breaking as your fingers threaded through his hair and tugged, silently begging for more. “please, don’t… don’t tease me like this anymore.” but his lips curved against your breast, his tongue tracing lazy circles around the tender peak as he kept up that torturous pace below. the dual sensations—the wet heat of his mouth and the steady grind of his cock against your dripping sex—left your body quivering, the throne’s velvet cushion damp beneath you as you ground against him with growing desperation.
“patience, my princess,” he murmured around your nipple, his tone dark and velvety. “i want to feel you come undone all over me.” you bit your lower lip, feeling your arousal dribble down your wet streaked thighs. "'m gonna do it now," you breathed as you feel his cock twitch, slightly nudging your dripping cunt.
he nods his head, excited to finally be in you. you lowered yourself slowly onto him, feeling the heat and fullness as your slick folds enveloped his length. and with a low, controlled thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, his thick cockhead nudging past your cervix to nestle deep within your fertile womb. a shuddering gasp escaped him at the exquisite sensation of being fully sheathed within your slick heat.
he held still for a long moment, savouring the feeling of your body embracing his, your inner muscles rippling around the invading length of his shaft. then, with a slow, deliberate withdrawal, he slid back until only the tip remained nestled inside you, before pushing forward again, repeating the gentle rhythm. each glide of his cock through your drenched folds elicited a symphony of pleasurable sounds - the squelch of your arousal, the slap of skin, the hitched breaths and whimpers of blissful surrender.
your body instinctively clenched around him, swallowing him deep with a wet, rhythmic squeeze that made his breath hitch. the sensation was electric—tight and warm, wrapping him completely as if you were made to hold him just like this. every movement sent waves of pleasure radiating through both of you, the perfect, intimate connection burning between your bodies.
both of your moans grew louder and more lewd as he continued to slowly, deeply penetrate you, his thick cock stretching and filling you completely with each thrust. the filthy sounds of your coupling filled the room, a symphony of flesh slapping against flesh, accompanied by your wanton cries and his guttural groans of pleasure.
"fuuuuuuck," he gasped, his voice ragged with desire, "your cunt is heaven, so tight and wet around me… i could stay buried inside you forever." his hips picked up speed, driving into you with increasing urgency as he chased his impending climax. the throne remained unmoving beneath your joined weight, lost as you were in the frenzy of your passionate rutting.
you bite your lip, wanting to tell him to slow down, to take his time—but the way he moves, so powerful and unrelenting, makes it impossible.
“please… slow down,” you whisper, voice trembling with need.
his thrusts slowed to a torturous crawl, each inch of his cock dragging sensuously along your inner walls as he savored the exquisite friction. his breath came in ragged pants, "can't…stop," he panted, his voice a hoarse, desperate rasp, "feels too good, too perfect… gonna cum, gonna fill you up!" your body trembles above him as he continues, every thrust a delicious torment you never want to end.
“f-u-u-u-uckkkk!!!” your voice breaks and stretches with every movement, capturing the way your breath hitches as he pushes deeper inside you, feeling his hips slamming into yours with brutal force, his cock pulsating wildly as he spilled his seed deep inside you.
crying out your name, he emptied himself in great, spurting jets, each pulse triggering a ripple of contractions within your clenching walls. "YESSSSS....!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the stone walls as he rode out the crest of his orgasm, lost to the sheer bliss of claiming you so thoroughly. finally, with a shuddering sigh, he collapsed atop you, his spent cock still buried to the hilt as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning your skin.
you place a gentle kiss on his temple, hands pushing yourself up before moving to hold his knees. "i'm gonna keep going yeah? wanna feel you even more," you moan, and with deliberate care, you drag your walls up and down his sensitive cock, the slick heat of your folds tightening deliciously around him. the friction sends a fresh wave of pleasure through both your bodies, making his breath hitch and his fingers twitch where they grip the throne’s carved wood.
his eyes lock onto yours, dark and desperate, as you continue your slow, sensual rhythm—each movement pulling you both deeper into the fire that burns between you.
a soft, desperate moan escaped his lips—high pitched and helpless, senselessly begging for mor as your hands grip the throne’s armrests tighter, nails digging into the wood as his eyes fluttered closed, utterly lost to the pleasure you were giving him. every slick stroke of your walls had him shuddering uncontrollably, completely surrendered beneath your control.
as you began to bounce up and down faster on his still spurting cock, his eyes widened in shock, a high-pitched moan tearing from his throat. he'd never been taken so aggressively, never experienced such unbridled power and dominance from a lover.
"ahhh, yes, fuck!!" he cried out, his voice cracking with pleasure and surprise, "more, please, i need it-ngh...~!" his hands flew to your hips, gripping them tightly as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control, to guide your movements rather than simply being swept away by the torrent of sensation. but it was a losing battle, and soon he was simply clinging to you, his head thrown back in ecstasy as you rode him with wild abandon.
"oh gods, you feel amazing, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-"
you lean in closer, your voice a low, teasing whisper that drips with authority. “that’s it pretty boy,” you murmur, your fingers tightening their grip just enough to send shivers through him. “you want to come for me, don’t you? show me how much you need me.”
your lips brush against his ear as you drag your walls slower, deeper, and more deliberately around him, coaxing every inch of pleasure from his trembling body.
“let go,” you command softly, your breath hot against his skin. “i want to feel you lose control.” his moans grow louder, more frantic, the desperate need in his eyes begging for your permission to release.
“cum for me,” you whisper, voice low and seductive. “come undone in my hands.” at your command, his body seized, his cock jerking violently inside you as a massive orgasm ripped through him. he choked your name, his voice raw and desperate, as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over him.
"cumming, princess, cumming so hard!" he gasped, his hips bucking erratically to meet your downward thrusts. his seed pulsed out in thick, scalding streams, flooding your convulsing channel and painting your inner walls with his essence. feeling his climax, your own breath hitches and your eyes roll back, every nerve alight with a scorching heat. your walls clamp down around him instinctively, pulling him deeper as your own orgasm surges through you in overwhelming sync.
the sensation of your tight, spasming pussy milking his cock was almost too much to bear, and his vision blurred at the edges as he teetered on the brink of blackout. yet still he clung to you, his fingers digging into your flesh as he surrendered to the overwhelming tide of bliss.
as the last waves of pleasure subsided, his chest heaved with exhaustion, his eyes locked on yours with a mixture of awe and adoration. the air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and the sound of your ragged breathing filled his ears. he felt his heart still racing, his body trembling with the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking. it was as if the entire world had narrowed to a single, shining point—the two of you, lost in the depths of your passion.
as the last tremors of your shared orgasms subsided, he pulled you into a searing, passionate kiss. soft moans escaped both of you, the kiss a perfect storm of need and tenderness as his lips moved hungrily against yours, tasting the salt of your sweat, the sweetness of your breath. he poured all his desire, his adoration, into the heated embrace, his tongue delving deep with yours.
when finally he broke away, his chest heaved, his eyes burning with an insatiable hunger. "one more round, princess?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper, "i don't think i can get enough of you tonight…"
— GEPARD, DAN HENG, luka, gallagher, PHAINON, SUNDAY
"tell me you want it. say it like you mean it."
✧/✧/✧ you had always clashed with him. it didn’t matter if it was in the training arena, behind closed doors during strategy meetings, or even in front of others—you and he simply didn’t see eye to eye. you were both strong-willed, sharp-tongued, and unwilling to back down. and that tension… everyone else noticed it too.
but what no one knew was how that fire between you burned just as hot in private. there were nights when the sharp glares and cutting words gave way to something far more dangerous, far more consuming.
tonight was one of those nights.
you were pressed against the cold stone wall of the barracks, your breath coming in short gasps as his body pinned yours in place. his voice was a low growl in your ear, commanding, unwavering, leaving no room for resistance.
“tell me you want it,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. his hands held your wrists firmly above your head, his strength making it impossible to break free. “say it like you mean it.”
the power thrummed through every word, his dominance demanding not just your body but your admission, your surrender. and despite the way your pride flared, you couldn’t deny how badly you wanted him, how much the fire between you consumed every thought.
your breath hitched as his grip on your wrists tightened, the rough scrape of the wall against your back a sharp reminder of just how trapped you were. your pride burned hot in your chest, urging you to stay silent, to keep even a shred of control over the situation.
but gods… the way he looked at you. his eyes were dark, intense, searing into your very soul as though he could see through every facade you’d ever built. the proximity of his body, the heat radiating off him, only made it harder to keep your resolve from crumbling.
“i–i don’t—” you started, your voice faltering when he suddenly leaned in closer, his lips barely brushing your ear as he whispered again, low and commanding.
“say it like you mean it.”
his free hand trailed slowly down your side, fingers grazing the curve of your hip before resting firmly against your thigh, holding you in place. your entire body trembled with need, but you bit your lip hard, still resisting, even as a traitorous whimper slipped past your lips.
he tilted his head, lips brushing your jaw now. “you’re shaking,” he murmured, voice dark and knowing. “you want me… so why don’t you admit it?” his grip loosens slightly, but he doesn't let go. His other hand moves to cup the back of your neck, tilting your face up so he can look at you properly. the smirk that plays on his lips is slow, deliberate, and full of something dangerously close to satisfaction.
"you're not exactly making this easy," he mutters, his voice lower than usual, almost a growl. "but then again, you never have been." he leans in again, this time pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. there's no pressure, no force—just the weight of his presence, the unspoken challenge between you.
"you think you're the first person to try to play hard to get with me? you're not even close." he steps back just enough to let you breathe, but not escape.
your chest heaves as the sudden space between you feels like a taunt, like he’s daring you to run even though you both know you won’t. your back remains pressed to the wall, the phantom heat of his body still clinging to your skin. his hand remains on the back of your neck, thumb brushing idly along the curve of your jaw in a touch that feels far too intimate for the tension threading between you.
“you’re infuriating,” you manage, though your voice lacks the bite you intended. he chuckles lowly, the sound reverberating through your chest. “maybe. but i’m not wrong,” he murmurs, voice like velvet over steel. “you want me. you’ve always wanted me.”
his forehead presses to yours again, his gaze pinning you in place, holding you as securely as any physical restraint.
“say it,” he whispers, almost softly this time, though the command in his tone is undeniable. “tell me you want me, and i’ll give you everything you’re too scared to ask for.”
your lips part, but the words catch in your throat as his thumb grazes over your lower lip, coaxing, teasing, patient yet utterly unyielding. his eyes flicker down to your parted lips, lingering there for a moment before meeting your gaze again. there's a heat in those dark depths, a promise and a challenge all at once. when he speaks again, his voice is low and rough, sending shivers down your spine.
"i've seen the way you look at me when you think i'm not watching. the flush on your cheeks, how your breath quickens…" his hand slides from your jaw to the side of your neck, feeling your pulse jump beneath his fingertips. "don't deny it. we both know the truth." he whispers closer, his lips a hairsbreadth from yours now. you can feel the warmth of his breath mingling with your own.
"you say you hate me, but your body… it betrays you. it craves my touch, my attention." his hand slides down from your neck to your collarbone, fingers splayed possessively across your racing heart. the heat of his palm seeps through the thin fabric of your shirt, branding your skin. "i can feel how fast your heart is beating," he murmurs, voice a low rumble. "like a caged bird desperate to break free.iIs that what you are, desperate for me?"
his other hand releases your wrist only to trail slowly, teasingly, up your arm, leaving goosebumps on your skin. he leans in, nose skimming along your jaw, inhaling deeply as if savoring your scent. "you drive me mad."
your hands press lightly against his chest, not enough to push him away, just enough to keep the smallest bit of distance between you. you can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palms, maddeningly calm compared to your own frantic rhythm.
“i…” the word slips from your lips as barely a whisper, your gaze flicking down, unable to meet his piercing eyes. you should push him away. you should say no. but the heat coiling low in your stomach betrays you, the way your body leans instinctively into his touch, giving you away.
his fingers splay wider against your collarbone, a subtle reminder of his control as he tilts his head to catch your gaze. “look at me,” he murmurs, his voice dark velvet.
you swallow hard, slowly lifting your eyes to his. the intensity in his stare makes your breath hitch, your fingers curling slightly against his chest as though holding on to something solid.
“should i take your silence as a yes?” he teases softly, his lips brushing your temple. “or are you still going to fight me?”
your heart pounds painfully in your chest as you bite your lip, every part of you screaming to resist even as the pull toward him grows stronger. “i… i don’t know,” you finally whisper, voice trembling.
his smirk returns, slow and dangerous, his thumb brushing along your jaw. “then let me show you,” he murmurs, leaning in just close enough for his breath to fan across your lips. “i’ll make you want me so badly you won’t be able to deny it.”
his hand slides from your jaw to tangle in your hair, gripping gently but firmly. he uses the hold to tilt your head back, exposing the column of your throat to his heated gaze. his other hand trails down your side, coming to rest on your hip, where he squeezes lightly, pulling you impossibly closer.
“just… feel,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over your pulse point. “if you want me to stop, say the word and i will. but if you want this, little bird… let yourself go. only if you want it too.”
he pauses deliberately, giving you space to pull away, to decide. when you don’t, when instead your body leans subtly closer, he nips lightly at your earlobe before soothing the sting with his tongue, his breath fanning over your sensitive skin.
one of his legs slips between yours, pressing against your core as he grinds subtly against you. "that's it," he purrs, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "stop thinking, stop overthinking. just feel the heat building between us, the way our bodies fit together like they were made for each other."
his hand on your hip slides around to grip your ass, kneading the flesh roughly as he pulls you harder against him. you can feel every hard plane of his body pressed against your softer curves, the evidence of his arousal evident even through their clothes.
"i'm going to worship every inch of you,"
his lips blaze a trail of fire up your neck, pausing to nip and suck at your earlobe. his hand in your hair tugs gently, forcing your head back further to expose more of your throat to his hungry mouth. "gonna taste you everywhere," he growls against your skin, his voice rough with desire. "lick and suck until you're writhing, begging for more."
the hand on your ass slides around to grip your thigh, hoisting your leg up to wrap around his waist. he grinds against you harder, letting you feel the thick ridge of his erection through his pants. "feel that, baby? feel what you do to me?" he pants, his hips rolling in a slow, filthy grind. "i'm so fucking hard for you already. can't wait to bury myself inside your tight little cunt."
you swallow hard, your chest heaving as the heat from his body makes your thoughts swirl. your hands clutch at his shoulders for balance, your voice soft but steady as you whisper, “yes.”
he stills, pulling back just enough to search your face, his dark eyes locked onto yours. “what?” he asks quietly, almost as if he needs to hear it again. your cheeks flush as you take a shaky breath, gathering every ounce of courage to say the words. “i… i want it,” you admit, voice trembling but sure.
a low, pleased growl rumbles in his chest, and the corner of his mouth curls into a sinful smirk. “that’s a good girl,” he murmurs, his hand in your hair loosening to cradle the back of your head with surprising tenderness. “you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”
he walks backwards towards the bed, keeping you pinned against his chest. with a swift movement, he sits on the edge of the mattress and pulls you down to straddle his lap. his large hands settle on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles on your hipbones as he looks up at you with hooded eyes. his hands skim down your sides, fingers digging into your hips possessively as he grinds his hardness against your core.
"i've wanted this for so long." he groans, his lips finding the shell of your ear. "wanted to bend you over and take you, claim you, make you mine." one hand slides under your shirt, calloused palm skimming over the smooth skin of your stomach before cupping your breast roughly. he thumbs your nipple through the thin lace of your bra, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through your body.
"gonna ruin you," he promises darkly, nipping at your jaw. "fuck you so good you'll forget your own name." a breathless laugh slips past your lips, though it’s tinged with anticipation. “then you’d better back that up,” you murmur, tilting your chin up in a teasing challenge.
your nails lightly drag over his shoulders as you add, voice soft but daring, “show me just how good you can fuck me… make me forget everything but you.”
"oh, i'll make you feel things you've never felt before." he murmurs against your pulse point. his hands slide up your sides, pushing your shirt up and off in one smooth motion. he tosses it aside carelessly, his dark eyes raking over your exposed skin hungrily. leaning in, he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, his tongue darting out to taste your skin.
"beautiful," he rumbles appreciatively, palming your breasts through the thin lace of your bra. "can't wait to get my mouth on these perfect tits."
with deft fingers, he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, freeing your breasts. he groans at the sight, immediately ducking his head to capture the tender peak of your breast between his lips. he suckles hard, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his hand kneads the soft flesh of the other breast.
he lavishes attention on your breasts, alternating between firm suckles and gentle licks. his hands roam your back, tracing the dip of your waist and the flare of your hips. he rocks you against his lap, grinding his cloth-covered erection against your core in a delicious friction.
"fuck, the way you move, he groans, releasing your nipple with a wet pop. "so responsive and eager for my touch." he breathes, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your pants, he starts tugging them down, along with your panties. he swiftly strips you completely bare, leaving you naked in his lap.
"gonna explore every inch of you," he promises, his hands mapping the newly exposed skin of your thighs. "and find all the places that make you gasp and moan."
your breath hitched at his words, heat rushing to your cheeks as his hands roamed your bare thighs with slow, deliberate intent. “g-gods…” you whispered, bringing your hands up to cover your face in a flustered attempt to hide how much his words affected you.
he let out a low chuckle, leaning in closer so his breath brushed against your ear. “oh? shy now?” he teased softly, fingers squeezing your thighs just enough to make you squirm. “don’t hide from me… i’m going to explore every inch of you, remember? and i want to see every single expression when i find the spots that make you gasp and moan.”
he lays you back on the bed, hovering over you with a predatory gleam in his eye. slowly, torturously, he peels off his own shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest and abs. he settles between your thighs, the heat of his body seeping into your skin.
starting at your ankle, he begins to map your body with his mouth.
he presses open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your calf, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. he works his way higher, lavishing attention on the sensitive spot behind your knee, the crease of your thigh. as he nears your center, he pauses, his hot breath ghosting over your most intimate area. he looks up at you, dark eyes smoldering with lust.
your breath hitched as his gaze locked onto yours, the intensity in his eyes making your heart race even faster. your hands fisted in the sheets beneath you, toes curling as anticipation coiled tight in your belly. “please…” you whispered, your voice trembling, though you weren’t even sure what you were begging for—only that you needed more of his touch, more of him.
you bit your lip, lifting your hips ever so slightly toward him in silent invitation, your cheeks flushing at your own boldness. “don’t… don’t stop now,” you managed, your voice soft but desperate. “i… i want you.”
"want you too baby," he replies before he knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed, broad shoulders relaxed but his grip on your waist firm as he pulled you down the mattress. the cool sheets bunched beneath you as he dragged you toward the edge, your thighs instinctively parting for him.
“closer,” he murmured, voice low and commanding, hooking his hands behind your knees to pull them over his shoulders. your thighs trembled as he adjusted you exactly where he wanted, your hips now balanced perfectly at the edge of the bed.
he glanced up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, the heat in his stare making your breath catch. one hand slid around to anchor at your hip while the other pressed lightly against your thigh, keeping you open for him.
“that’s it,” he whispered, leaning in until his breath fanned warm over your most sensitive spot. “stay right here for me… i want you just like this.” without warning, he buries his face between your thighs, his tongue delving deep into your dripping folds. he laps at your essence, moaning at the sweet taste of your arousal. his hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he feasts on your pussy like a starving man.
he focuses his attention on your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. at the same time, he thrusts two fingers knuckle deep into your tight channel, pumping them in and out in a relentless rhythm.
he slows his movements, taking his time to savour your taste and reactions. he starts with feather light touches—the barest brush of his tongue along your slit, the gentlest caress of his fingers inside you. he watches your face intently, gauging your responses.
every so often, he darts his tongue out to circle your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp before pulling back. his fingers remain still inside you, curled to hit that special spot but not moving, letting you feel full and stretched. he alternates between these teasing touches and long, slow licks up your entire sex, from entrance to clit and back again. each stroke of his tongue is deliberate, designed to build the tension slowly, maddeningly.
he withdraws his fingers from your dripping cunt, leaving you empty and aching. slowly, teasingly, he brings his thumb to your slick folds, coating it in your juices. he rubs the pad of his thumb in slow, deliberate circles around your clit, applying just enough pressure to make your hips buck involuntarily.
"look at this pretty little pussy," he purrs, his voice a low, dirty rumble. "so wet for me already. practically dripping onto the sheets." he dips his thumb lower, collecting more of your essence before bringing it up to your clit again. this time, he presses down harder, rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub.
"this greedy cunt is begging for my cock, isn't it? throbbing and clenching, desperate to be filled." your fingers twist tightly in the sheets, knuckles turning white as you fight to keep your body still, but it’s useless. a soft, broken moan escapes your lips, your hips jerking helplessly at the relentless circles of his thumb.
“p-please…” you whimper, your voice trembling with need as your thighs instinctively try to close around his hand, only for him to hold you open. your back arches, breasts pressing up toward the ceiling as the pleasure builds unbearably, your slick dripping down onto the sheets just like he said.
“i-it’s too much,” you whisper through a shaky breath, though the way your hips rock against his thumb betrays just how badly you crave it. “i… i need you, please…”
your eyes flutter open, hazy and wet with tears you hadn’t realized had gathered, looking down at him through your lashes. “i’m so empty,” you admit softly, your voice cracking on the words. “please fill me… i can’t take it anymore.”
he continues his assault on your sex, alternating between broad strokes and targeted flicks of his thumb. his other hand slides up your body to cup your breast, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your nipple between his fingers. leaning in, he replaces his thumb with his tongue, lapping at your folds in long, slow licks.
he savours your taste, moaning against your skin as he drinks in your arousal. his hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider as he buries his face deeper between your legs, determined to bring you to the heights of pleasure with nothing but his skilled mouth. he adds a third finger to the mix, stretching you wider as he pumps them in and out at a faster pace. his fingers curl inside you, stroking along your inner walls as he targets that sensitive spot deep within.
at the same time, he enhcnaces his efforts on your clit, flicking the sensitive nub rapidly with the tip of his tongue. the dual stimulation proves overwhelming, and he can feel your walls starting to flutter around his invading digits. he doubles down, sucking your clit into his mouth and humming around it, the vibrations pushing you closer to the edge.
his thumb moved faster now, the slick circles on your clit growing tighter, more deliberate, as he worked you closer to the edge. your breath hitched sharply, each inhale coming quicker than the last, your chest rising and falling in frantic rhythm.
your hips jerked upward to meet the relentless motion, a strangled moan tearing from your throat as the pleasure spiked. “ah—god, please!” you gasped, voice shaking, toes curling against the sheets as you clutched them even tighter.
every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, the quick, ruthless pace of his touch sending shivers racing through you. your breath quickened to the point of desperation, soft whimpers tumbling from your lips in time with each rapid stroke.
“i—i can’t—” you panted, back arching as the tension coiled tight inside you. “it’s too much… i’m gonna—!” feeling you teetering on the brink, he redoubles his efforts. his fingers piston in and out of your clenching heat at a breakneck pace, curling to hit that magic spot with every thrust. at the same time, he closes his lips around your clit and sucks hard, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves rapidly with the tip of his tongue.
he can sense your impending release, your walls starting to flutter and squeeze around his fingers. determined to push you over the edge, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh of your inner thigh, marking you as his. the sharp burst of pain mingles with the intense pleasure, catapulting you into ecstasy.
your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pure bliss radiates from your core. he doesn't let up as you come undone, continuing to work you through your intense climax with his mouth and fingers. as the aftershocks start to subside, he slowly eases you down, placing soft kisses along your inner thighs and mound.
"fuck, that was beautiful," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "the way you fall apart for me, so passionate. i could watch you come all day."
he crawls up your body, settling between your spread thighs. the hard length of his erection nestles against your sensitive, still throbbing core. he braces himself above you, dark eyes boring into yours with an intensity that steals your breath.
gently, he reaches beneath your back, sliding his hands under your shoulders to shift your weight as he eases you onto your back fully. with careful, deliberate movements, he positions himself between your legs, his hips aligning with yours.
his hands slide down to cup your cheeks, thumbs tracing slow circles as he leans in closer, lips brushing yours in a heated kiss. the warmth of his body presses down onto yours, the weight both comforting and electrifying.
his hips press forward just enough for the tip of him to tease your entrance, sending a delicious ache curling through you. "ready for me, princess?" he whispers, voice low and thick with need.
your fingers clutch at his shoulders as he begins to slowly, deeply push inside you, the stretch both overwhelming and intoxicating. your breath catches, eyes locking with his as he rubs his angry tip at your clit.
"looks like they're kissing, hm?" he teases right before pausing just at the entrance, his eyes searching yours with gentle concern. “tell me if it hurts, okay? i want this to feel good for you,” he murmurs softly, his voice full of care. slowly, he begins to push inside, inch by careful inch, giving you time to adjust to the stretch.
his hands stay steady on your hips, holding you securely but tenderly, ready to pull back at the slightest sign of discomfort. when you nod, reassuring him you’re okay, he moves a little deeper, always watching your face for any sign you need him to stop. “you’re doing so well,” he breathes against your lips, his voice thick with affection.
once he’s fully inside, he holds still for a moment, letting you feel every inch before starting to move with a steady, commanding rhythm, each thrust drawing a moan from deep within your chest.
he sets a deep, powerful rhythm, his hips snapping against yours with purposeful intent. each thrust fills you completely, the thick length of him stretching you in the most delicious way. he angles his hips to hit that special spot inside you with every stroke, determined to stoke the embers of your pleasure back into a raging inferno.
"shiiiiit, you feel incredible..." he groans, his forehead resting against yours. "so tight, so perfect. like you were made for my cock." one hand slides down to grip your hip, holding you steady as he increases his pace. the other tangles in your hair, tugging your head back to expose the column of your throat. he latches onto your pulse point, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, intent on marking you as his.
"gonna fill this sweet cunt with my cum," your hot sex clenches at his words, the image of his cum painting your walls white got you excited. "fuck—yes! fuck me harder," you beg, the feeling of his painfully big cock sliding in and out of your slippery core.
"fuck you harder what....?" he hums, slowing his pace just to tease you. "fuck me harder..please..." spurred on by your plea, he begins to pound into you with wild abandon. the bed frame slams against the wall with each powerful thrust, the obscene sound mixing with your cries of pleasure. his hips blur with the speed and force of his movements, chasing his own release while determined to bring you to another earth-shattering climax.
"yes, fuck, just like that!" he snarls, sweat beading on his brow from the exertion. "take my cock, princess. milk it with this greedy little pussy like the good girl you are." he changes the angle slightly, somehow managing to go even deeper. the new position allows him to grind against your clit with every thrust, the added stimulation pushing you rapidly towards the edge once more.
his balls slap against your ass with each snap of his hips, the lewd noise only adding to the intensity of the moment. the room fills with the vulgar sounds of skin slapping against skin and your shameless moans. rivulets of sweat trickle down his chest, mingling with the slick evidence of your arousal coating his pistoning cock. the sheets beneath you are soaked and tangled, bearing testament to your shared passion.
"awh, look at the mess we're making," he pants, glancing down at where you're joined. "your pretty little hole is dripping all over my cock, making such a filthy squelch. you love being used like a fucktoy, don't you?" he punctuates his words with particularly brutal thrusts, angling to grind against your g-spot with every stroke.
reaching down, he collects some of the slick coating his shaft and brings his coated fingers to your lips. "taste yourself." you waste no time in taking his fingers in your mouth, head bobbing down as you sucked on his coated fingers with a lewd moan.
"mmmm mm....." his fingers slip past your lips, the musky, slightly salty taste of your combined arousal explodes across your tongue. it's an intense flavour—the essence of your desire mixed with the taste of his skin. the texture is slick and slightly sticky, coating your mouth and leaving a tingling sensation as you swirl your tongue around the digits, cleaning them thoroughly.
the scent is heady and intoxicating, filling your nostrils with the primal aroma of sex. it's a potent reminder of your mutual lust and the depravity of the act you're engaged in. as you suckle and lick, you can feel the heat of his gaze on you, drinking in the erotic sight of you debasing yourself for his pleasure.
he groans at the erotic sight of you suckling his fingers clean, your lips wrapped around the digits as you mimic the act of oral sex. pulling his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, he uses his saliva slick hand to stroke his throbbing cock, smearing your combined fluids along the rigid shaft.
"that's it, get a nice biiiiiig mouthful of our mixed juices. fuck, the things you do to me…" he lines himself up with your entrance once more, the swollen head nudging insistently at your slick folds. "beg for my cum, pretty. let me hear what a desperate little girl you are for me."
your breaths come in ragged gasps, heat pooling deep inside you as desperation takes hold. your voice trembles, barely more than a whisper at first, but gaining strength with every word.
“please… please fuck me harder,” you plead, eyes locked on his with a mixture of need and vulnerability. “i need you—need to feel you fill me up, make me yours.”
your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging in as you arch your back, pressing closer to him. “don’t stop… please, don’t stop.”
the raw urgency in your voice leaves no doubt—you're begging, hungry for every rough moment he’s willing to give. a feral grin spreads across his face at your desperate plea, his eyes flashing with triumph and dark hunger. "that's my good girl," he praises roughly, his voice dripping with sadistic glee.
"begging so nicely for my dick." with no further preamble, he slams into you to the hilt, hilting himself fully inside your welcoming heat. he sets a punishing pace, each thrust jarring your entire body and forcing choked moans from your throat. "this what you wanted, right? to be split open on my fat cock?" his hand wraps around your throat, squeezing lightly as he looms over you, his muscular form caging you in.
capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, he plunders your mouth with his tongue, swallowing your wanton cries. it's a kiss full of hunger, possession, and barely restrained violence. his teeth nip at your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, the coppery taste mingling with the flavour of your shared arousal.
breaking away with a growl, he attacks your neck, biting and sucking harsh marks into the delicate skin. his hips never falter in their relentless rhythm, pounding into you with animalistic fervor. gonna ruin this pussy, he snarls against your throat, his hot breath ghosting over your ear.
"fuck a baby into this fertile womb until it takes." your cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson, a mix of surprise and something undeniably thrilling stirring inside you. your breath catches, heart pounding faster at the weight of his words.
“breed me?” you whisper, voice trembling but curious, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “how more hotter can you get?” you chuckle.
his eyes darken with primal lust at your response, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "oh, i'm just getting started, princess," he purrs dangerously, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "by the time i'm done with you, this belly will be swollen with my seed, your tits heavy with milk. you'll always ready and eager for my cock."
to emphasize his point, he reaches down to roughly palm your stomach, as if imagining it rounded with his child. the possessive gesture sends a shiver down your spine, equal parts terrifying and arousing. "i'm going to pump you so full of my cum, you'll be leaking for days. everyone will know who this cunt belongs to."
his thrusts become erratic, driven by the primal urge to claim and breed. the wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the room, punctuated by your high-pitched keens and his guttural grunts. sweat drips down his straining muscles as he chases his release, determined to mark you irrevocably as his.
with a final, brutal snap of his hips, he hilts himself inside you, his thick cock pulsing and twitching as he starts to unload. hot ropes of cum paint your insides, flooding your unprotected womb with his virile seed. it feels like he's pumping a gallon of jizz directly into your core, the sheer volume causing your stomach to swell slightly with the force of his release.
as he continues to fill you with his seed, his eyes gleam with satisfaction, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "feel every drop," he growls, his movements slowing but never stopping. "you're mine now, completely mine." his grip tightens, holding you close as he empties himself into you, the sensation overwhelming and intense.
panting heavily, he collapses onto you, his softening cock still buried deep inside your cum-filled cunt. he peppers your neck and jaw with hot, open mouthed kisses, occasionally grazing his teeth over your pulse point. one large hand splays possessively over your lower abdomen, as if already imagining it round with his child.
he rolls his hips lazily, stirring the thick load of semen inside you and ensuring every drop takes root. the feeling of his potent seed sloshing around in your well used hole sends aftershocks rippling through your body, prolonging your pleasure. "fuck, i can feel it sloshing around in there," he groans appreciatively, giving your stuffed pussy a gentle squeeze.
"such a good little breeder, taking my load so well." he pulls out of you with a wet squelch, a river of pearly white cum immediately beginning to leak from your gaping, twitching hole. with a satisfied grunt, he scoops some of the excess jizz and pushes it back inside you, plugging you up with his fingers.
"don't waste a single drop." he commands huskily, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction as he watches his seed dribble out around his digits. "keep it all inside this hungry cunt. maybe if you're lucky, it'll take and you'll be carrying my baby soon."
he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips to suck them clean, never breaking eye contact. the obscene display makes it clear that he owns you completely now—body, mind and soul.
he pauses, meeting your eyes with deliberate care. "if you’re okay with this,” he says quietly, voice steady but laced with need. “i want all of you, but only if you’ll give yourself to me.”
when you nod, whispering your consent, he finally slides his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean with a slow, sensual hum—still holding your gaze.
“good,” he breathes, lowering his hand to cradle your face tenderly. “because you’re mine… every part of you. and i’ll treasure that for as long as you let me.”
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WARNINGS: NSFW - MDNI, Pet names, sexual behavior, name calling, some a bit rough and mean
SUMMARY: They took your virginity. Case solved.
CHARACTERS: HSR Men X F!Reader (no aged up Charas)
WORD COUNT: 13.150
Argenti
All you can do is whine as his fingers scissor and stretch you, juices dripping down. His tongue softly rubs circles around your clit like he’s painting you, a masterpiece. And you can’t help but moan out at the new pleasure. His fingers hit that spot that sends an electric jolt to your toes and back, you desperately arch with another whine. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the pleasure. It's overwhelming you, he promised to be gentle, and he is. But never once did he tell you how good this will all feel.
“S-Shit Argenti-, I can’t—I’m gonna—” You can’t even finish your sentence, your voice begins to crack, your hips bucking widly as he speeds up. And then you’re coming, babbling nonsense and his name like a prayer as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. You don’t even comprehend that you squirt all over his hand and mouth, or that he’s rutting his hips against the bed and moaning into your cunt as he tastes you. Not only is it a pleasure to please you, beautiful you. It's a pleasure to be your first. It sends a wave of possessiveness through his body.
Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, his glistening fingers running up to your waist. “Such a dirty little rose,” he murmurs as he leans down, teeth grazing across your neck, hair tickling your skin. “Youre a sight to behold, breathless, dazed...divine.”
Aventurine
“You like that, don’t you?” He asks, grip on your throat. Its not enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know his hand is there. “You like my cock stretchin’ you out, huh?” You're unable answer him, the only thing you manage are whines and moans slipping through his fingers through your throat. He'd be mean to not let you moan out like a bitch in heat after all. Aventurine smirks knowingly, continuing his assault on your insides.
“Can't believe no one ever went inside you, youre far too good. Shit-you love it too, don't you?” You whine out, hiccuping out a moan as his other hand travels down your tummy, the soft touch sending waves to your core. His fingers eventually find your clit, rubbinh the swollen skin over and over again. Your eyes glaze over and roll back, it's too much, too much!
Your vision goes white as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly, stealing the breath from your lungs as your legs shake and back arches. “Mine, ok? Youre mine, my girl. You don't mind do you? Surely you don't...look at you, sweet girl.”
Blade
“feels s’fucking good—“ you mindlessly babbles out. His large palms are stretched out on both sides of you hips, nails digging into your skin. “Such a greedy little pussy,” he groans out with another roll of his hips. “keeps suckin’ me back in…you're a little greedy slut, hm?" he teases.
You can feel his hot breath fanning your ear while his dark hair tickles your neck. The sloppy sounds that fill the room seem to only grow louder with each thrust, as your arousal practically drips down his balls. Headboard constantly hitting the wall. You wouldn't be surprised if something would break this night, and it doesn't need to be the bed.
“if you keep moaning like a bitch in heat, i won't fucking stop,” he hissed out, as he presses down on your stomach which makes you whimper in response. "Naw, look at that," he points at the bulge in your stomach, "that's me all the way inside your greedy cunt."
Boothill
"you still good, darlin?" he asked, amused, his hands moving up to grab one of your tits, giving it a squeeze with his cold hands. He hummed at your subtle nod, his fingers pinching your nipple from below with just the right amount of pressure to bring you to the edge but not send you over. He knows he could do this for hours, his stamina is much longer than yours after all, but he doesn't want to push you just yet.
"shit.." he cursed, though not out of frustration, “your pussy is driving me crazy." he whispered against your folds, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through your entire body, it almost felt as if you were being electrocuted or something. “its so fucking pretty for no fucking reason...”
Caelus
“shiiit-just like that...” he mumbles out as he lazily guides your movements, helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. Hands softly gripping your hips as he guides you. He smirks when he heard your whine as a reaction to his groans, golden halflidded eyes stare up at you. He thinks you’re adorable when you’re like this, so desperate for him yet so adamant on not asking for his help. You had no idea what you were doing, well, neither does he. But you insisted on riding him.
“doing so well,” he says with a slight whine as he thrusts his hips up in time with your movements. It doesn’t take much effort for him to flip you over and have you at his mercy. Your legs are now lifted over his shoulders while his dick is fucking you even deeper, "sorry,-shit-sorry I couldn't-hold myself back much longer-!"
Dan Heng
“just as i expected, it slipped right in...” your arm immediately slung over your face to hide your embarrassment. Something about the way he talks to you has you throbbing.
“fuck, so deep inside you already.” he breathes, as he eases his way into you. He's so painfully splitting you open. You whine and whimper, it feels too good to be true. “that’s it, there’s my girl.” his raspy laugh fills the silence. “youre doing so good for me, just a bit longer, ok?”
He speeds up his thrusts, "eyes on me," he says, "you can do it, eyes on me." And when he hits just the right spot, your eyes roll back and flutter closed.
"Good girl."
Dr. Ratio
“it hurts, doesn't it?” he whispers, no mock, no tease, unusual for him. He knows it hurts, he's just deep enough inside you, balls deep.
“yes, it hurts…” you whine, eyes watering as you adjust. He’s letting you distract yourself a bit, letting you soak up the pain with pleasure. “… so bad.” you keep whining.
"I know, it will get better." he presses his hips flat against you, just to slowly drag his cock out of you again, leaving just his tip inside. “Doing good for a first timer. Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know.”
You nod desperately, biting your lip between your teeth.
“I'll be slow, we got time.” he mumbles, a sick grin painting across his face. He'd be lying if he would say he doesn't enjoy the power play that's going on at the moment.
"I'M gonna teach you everything you need to know."
Gallagher
Your mouth falls open when he grinds his hard cock against your ass. Youre breathing hard, chest heaving. But you can't help but lean back against his chest. He slips a hand back into your underwear, rubbing slow circles against your clit. His breath is hot against your ear as he chuckles at your reaction. His middle finger slips between your folds and gathers some of your arousal to use it at your clit again. Once he had your hips jerking and whines leaving your lips, he slips two of his thick fingers inside. He moves slowly, fingers working inside of you like a caress.
“I- ‘m gonna-” you muster, weakly clawing at his arms.
He slips his hand out of your pussy again, letting his tongue run over his fingers, lapping at your juices. He hums, as the taste hits his tounge, “Shit, girl. Got me addicted already.”
Gepard
“That’s it.. Just like that..” He takes hold of the hand, kissing your knuckles, whispering soft praises into your skin to help you work up courage to keep riding him. He knows it's embarrassing for you, he knows you doubt yourself. But he also knows that you can do it.
“Doing so good for me, ok? So good, keep going..”
It takes his everything to hold back his hips and not fuck up into you, it's all too inviting. He holds you, wrapping both arms around your torso and pull you close to his chest. One hand slips down to your hips, guiding you on his cock. "Like that, yeah."
Hot breaths reach your ear as he hums in approvment. "Good...shit--good."
Jing Yuan
“ass up. There you go, atta girl.” and you almost shiver from his touch on you'd hips as he turns you over. Jing Yuan stares at your ass, bringing a rough palm towards your left cheek. “Mm, nice. You're doing good. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you...for now.”
As he speaks, your cheek presses further against the pillow, hiding in embarrassment. Jing Yuan watches as your ass writhes and he hums, springing out his thick cock. “I'm going in, ok? No need to be scared”
“ok...” you breathe, big talk for someone who probably has way to much experience for his own good.
"I'll go easy on you, I promised you that birdie." He whispers in your ear as he leans over, slowly pushing in.
Jiaoqiu
He dives in, his tongue delving deep into your soaked folds. He laps at you hungrily, savoring your taste as he eats you out with wild abandon. His tongue swirls around your clit before sucking it between his lips, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly. “you're so hot...,” he hums against your core, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. “thank you for the meal...”
Your finger desperately looking for support and found his hair, scratching his scalp with your long nails in the process. You can't help but let one hand wander to one of his ears, tugging on it. Immediately a whine leaves his lips as he laps on you more desperately than before.
He doubles his efforts, lapping at your clit with broad strokes of his tongue before sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and suckling greedily.
"Do that again and watch me eat you up."
Luka
Luka leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he pounds into you relentlessly. His hands grip your hips hard you feel like you might see some bruises tomorrow as a souvenir.
"Damn, you take my cock better than expected, baby," he rasps against your mouth, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Way to fucking well, you sure you're a virgin?" he breaks the kiss to gaze down at you. “look at me,” he commands, "that pussy is mine now. Mine."
As you meet his eyes, he reaches between your bodies to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck-didnt know you could get any tighter."
Luocha
The next thing you felt was his cock entering you all at once, barely giving you time to get used to his huge size and thickness. Hes not a mean man by any means, but he figured that maybe him going in faster with the ammount of slick you already got, might be less painful. Wronh judgment in a hazy moment. And fuck if he didn't love feeling the way your cunt stretched to accommodate him, how your walls are so tight around his length.
When he did it, it was over for you, and you thanked him with the most beautiful sounds he ever heard. You squeezed him and croed out, making a mess of yourself as you grab onto his shoulders for support. It all was too much for you, too much happening all at once. But you'd be a lair to say you didn't enjoy it.
He would slowly start to run against you, holding your hips in place as he drags his cock in and out of your hole. His slow speed was annoying, painful, but so good.
But the best feeling was yet to come.
“Just you wait once I'm done with you. We'll have plenty of time left to get to know each other much better."
Sampo
Without warning, he pulled out – only halfway – and plunged back inside you with an almighty push. It .ade your eyes roll back into your skull, your mind went blank for a second. His teasing laugh pulling you back into reality, "Oops-went to hard there~" As a apology he went softer on you, slowly dragging his cock in and out of your hole.
“Doing so well for me,” he groaned, as he lightly speed up again, holding your hips in a tight grip.
"Damn-" he groans as you grap onto his shoulders and dig your nails in. "Careful there baby, you don't wanna hurt poor Sampo, hm?" He laughs again as he kisses down your neck and leaves yet another bite behind.
"We could do this more often, I know I wouldn't mind."
Sunday
The all so collected man practically loses it when you wrap your legs around his back. You unknowingly push him against you, silently asking for more. "Needy, needy." he teases as breaths in your ear, giving it a soft kiss afterwards.
“Dont you worry, I'm not done with you yet.”
Although his words came out more scary than they should, his action of hiding into your shoulder makes it all seem more pathetic than dominant. His wings flutter as your parted lips let a whine escape.
He groans, burying his cock deep just as it starts to gush, painting your walls white. Your nails dig hard into his scalp.
“That came...rather unexpected.”
Welt
“it won’t fit!” you sob out loud. No way this all will fit inside you, you never took anything, or anything that size. He's bigger than you, this wont fit without tears. But you're determined today, telling him you wanted to fit everything in you.
He trails his fingers up and down your side before one hand snakes down to thumb at your clit while the other large hand clasps your hip. "i'll make it fit, and I'll be careful." he promises, soft as he pleasures you. You expected nothing less of him, he always treated you with more care than any others. He softly rubs your clit as he enters, a way of distracting you from the pain that you will encounter.
Hi it's Honey Dew anon again and i bring another hsr yans scenario!!
So do you know about this trend on tiktok called mega knight, when a person land on another person with full force?
Imagine the reader doing this trend with the yans lol.
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Doing the Mega Knight Trend on the Yandere HSR Men
Characters: Anaxa, Argenti, Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Caelus, Dan Heng, Dr. Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Jiaoqiu, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Moze, Mr. Reca, Mydei, Phainon, Sampo, Sunday, Welt (all separate)
Hii Honey Dew! 🫶🏻 Oh my god I love this, you’re a real genius 😼😼 I adore silly scenarios such as this. I had sooo much fun writing this 🩷 Let me know if you want me to do this scenario with other fandoms. Requests are open for scenarios (and regular requests)!
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Warnings: veryyy soft yandere, puuuuuure fluff, suggestive in some parts, mentioned murder, implied imprisonment, the yans are extremely and madly in love with you, cuteness aggression, reader’s gender is not mentioned, not properly proofread
Word count: 2883
With quiet footsteps you made your way towards the man who was currently lounging on his bed. He was awake, yet a bit drowsy as his swiped on his phone. If he had noticed you were there, he had yet to make it known.
You had gotten an idea from the popular video sharing platform (the same app you had found yourself to be completely addicted too, how embarrassing). A new challenge was hit at the moment. A challenge where you jumped on top of another person with all your might while scream “mega knight”. You didn’t know how that silly trend came to be, but you had watched countless of videos of it and it never failed to make you laugh.
You had gotten the idea to try to do the trend on your own, when scrolling on the social media platform a bit earlier that day. Your Yandere ( and captor) had the tendency to be extremely annoying at times (to put it nicely), so this could be a sweet little revenge on your part.
You were by the edge of his bed, but out of his eyesight. You held your breath as you with a cat like motion prepared to leap forward onto the unknowing victim in the bed.
“Mega knight!” you screamed as you jumped onto him in a starfish position with enough force to knock out a small child.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ANAXA ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
He let out an “oof” as you make contact with him. He glared up at you with his lone eye. “I knew you were up to something, but I didn’t think you would actually go through with it. Though I can’t say I don’t like a bit of unpredictably” his mouth widened up into a smile.
“Though you could do better” he manoeuvred you so that you are laying underneath him. His smile gets a more mischievous edge to it as he caught your hands in his. “Now humour me. How are you going to get out of this?”
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ARGENTI ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
The knight sensed you before you made your move, yet he doesn’t move as you launch yourself onto him like a missile. Dumbfounded by his absolute trust in you, you blink a few times before you register that he was looking at you with a bright smile, bright enough to blind you by his pearly whites.
“Oh my! Now that was fun! Is this a new game, my beautiful rose? If so, how do we play?” his strong arms wrapped around your form as he gave you a squeeze. He planted a big wet kiss on your cheek with a satisfied hum.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ AVENTURINE ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
The blonde man let out a grunt as you landed on top of him, pinning him down. He just lay there for a few heartbeats, with you sprawled on top of him like a starfish. A moment later he pushes his hand on your ribs to slightly lift you off of him. “I don’t mind getting suffocating by you, sweetheart. Though I had something else in mind…” he chuckled. You raised your head from his neck and are met with his suggestive smile.
You try to push yourself of him fully, but he seemed to have changed his mind as he hand move to your back hand presses you down onto him. “Where do you think you’re going? I thought we were playing?”
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ BLADE ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
Blade had without a doubt known you were sneaking up on him, though he had chosen to pretend otherwise. He didn’t really react as you leaped onto him, except to give you a tired look before putting his phone away.
You lay your hand on his hard muscular chest as you pushes yourself up to give him a peck on the lips. He just blinks at you as you giggle in his face. “I don’t know why I expected a reaction from you, but you’re still really cute” you say. When he is as cute as he was then, it was easy to forget how he had killed numerous people a few days prior for bumping into your shoulder when you were out on a shopping spree with his black credit card.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ BOOTHILL ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
You let out a strangled moan as you make contact with his hard artificial body. You really should have planned this better. Boothill barked out a laugh as his hand carefully stroked your head to make sure you were not injured. After making sure you hadn’t gotten any bruises, he playfully ruffled the crown of your head, asking your hair more akin to a birds nest than anything.
His mechanical finger booped your nose as he grinned. “That was awfully cute of ya, sugar, but you ought to be more careful next time. I ain’t as soft as you are” he gave you a wink.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ CAELUS ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
Caelus let out a high pitched scream as you landed on top of him. “AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!” He blinks at you for a few seconds before he lunged at you. “Mega knight!”
He lands on top of you with such force your breath is nearly knocked out of you. You wriggle underneath him as he wraps his arms around you like an annoying koala, refusing to let go. “I’m glad you did that, pookie wookie. Because now I get to do this!” he smirked at you before he started tickling your sides, making you scream with laughter.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ DAN HENG ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
He let out a sigh before he hesitantly patted your back. Dan Heng’s eyebrows were furrowing confusion. He sighed and rubbed between his eyebrows. Though he seemed rather unimpressed, you could tell that he wasn’t irritated. He gave you a look that said “really?”.
“Is this a new trend? Did Caelus or March tell you this was a good idea?” he paused as he tilted his head with a small smile playing on his thin lips. “Or did you do this of your own accord” he gently pinched your cheek with a new mirth in his beautiful ice blue eyes, an action he would never have done in the start of your relationship. He could pretend to be nonchalant all he wanted, but he could never fool you. You knew he secretly loved it when you fooled around with him.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ DR.RATIO ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
Veritas groaned as you landed on top of him, but he made no attempt to push you off of him. Instead he held you flushed against him. His dark orange eyes scanned your features for something. He then closed his eyes and let out a long exhale. “Don’t you have anything more productive to do than bother me?” His voice was its usual stern self, yet his expression was rather relaxed. He didn’t really seem bothered at all.
“Well now that you’re here, how about we go through the equations I explained to you yesterday?” at the mention of math, your smile dropped and your brows furrowed into a scowl. Veritas only laughed at your reaction as he shook his head. “No on another thought, I think you have had enough math for the week, don’t you agree?” he gently stroked your cheek.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GALLAGHER ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
Gallagher let out a hearty laugh as he caught you in his arms. You were a bit disappointed that he had sensed you coming, but that soon disappeared as he started to smoother your face in kisses. His big secure arms wrapped around you as he swayed you side to side.
“Aww aren’t ya just adorable? I could eat your right up” he gave you another obnoxiously loud kiss on your temple “But I won’t hehe.” “I’m kinda glad you decided to jump on me like a bunny, I was getting bored scrolling through my phone” Gallagher poked your cheek. As ever the playful man he continued to pepper your face with kisses as his hands found themselves on your sides as he started to tickling you. You could have of course notlet him win, so you return the favour by tickling him. Despite not looking the part, Gallagher was rather ticklish and started to wriggle like a worm to escape your assaults.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GEPARD ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
The Silvermane Captain had a look of surprise as you tackled him to the bed. His soft hair tickled your cheek as you locked your limbs around him. It didn’t take too long for his initial stiffness to fade away and for him to melt in your touch. He had always told you that he was your protector and that it was his responsibility to make sure you were alright. So it was rather funny how he had frozen in place as you jumped him.
He sighed “You really scared me there” Gepard shook his head. “Is this a game or something? Or perhaps a prank? Did my sister set you up?”
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JIAOQIU ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
Other than the strangled groan Jiaoqiu let out as your body made contact with his, he didn’t have much of a surprised reaction. You were more than certain the sly fox had long sensed you coming. Nothing seemed to escape neither his hearing nor nose.
Lithe hands found your waists as his nose buried into the junction between your neck and shoulder. He inhaled deeply before he let out a soft groan followed by a gentle laughter. “You don’t have to jump on me to get my attention, you know. I’m more than happy to entertain you” he purred into your ear teasingly. “But if it’s entertained you want to be, I will happily do so” his hands moved further down, dangerously down as he gave you an innocent smile. Damn fox.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JING YUAN ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
You must have miscalculated your jump, because you landed straight into Jing Yuan’s chest. As you were about to push yourself up for air, strong warm hands snaked around your waist to keep you still against him. His laughter reverb through his chest.
“Now what do we have here? If I knew you were this eager to see me, I would’ve come to you sooner” his deep voice was like honey, you could never get enough of the sound of it. “I am well aware that my cuddles are irresistible, but it seems like I misjudged just how irresistible they are” you could tell he was grinning from the tone of his voice. Jing Yuan gave the top of your head a big kiss as he hugged you tightly.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ LUOCHA ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
Luocha didn’t as much blink as you threw yourself onto him. It wasn’t difficult to figure out that he had indeed been expecting you to jump on him. His angelic features wore an amused expression as he tilted his head slightly. His light green eyes took in your face before he moved his hand to push a hair strand behind your ear. His fingers lingered on your skin before he retracted his hand.
“Hello to you too” he chuckled. “I could see you sneaking up on me, but I decided to let you have fun so I pretend to be oblivious. It seems like my little act payed off” he booped your nose. “Though the ‘mega knight’ thing seems to be new. Is it a trend on social media? It’s rather amusing. I wasn’t aware you could jump as high as you did.” His lips curled up into a charming smile as his arms moved to cage you in, making you unable to get off him. “Leaving so soon? That’s no fun, my love” he leaned in and gave your lips a gentle kiss.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ MOZE ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
Moze only looked at you with a raised expression. “You know I knew you were going to jump on me, right? Don’t look at me so puzzled, what kind of assassins would I be if I didn’t notice?” he sighed. “I didn’t want to move, it’s as simple as that” he adverted his gaze at your suspicion. Hah, what a liar! He didn’t move because he never minded your antics. Even if he refused to say so aloud.
“Next time you should try to be a bit more quiet. I could hear you moving. Holding your breath doesn’t mean you will be completely quiet. I can learn you a few tricks if you want to” he pretended to be nonchalant, but the way he had held you flush against him, told a whole other story.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ MR. RECA ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
Reca welcomed you with coiling his arms around you like a snake. His touches were intense, but so was everything about the man. His red eyes stared up at you with a certain glint in them. Reca had always been extremely supportive of everything you did (it was almost as if you had your own little cheerleader wherever you went). So you couldn’t say you were surprised as he began to praise you.
“Ah marvellous! Now this is some talent if I’ve ever seen it!” he began to ramble. You had to force yourself to not role your eyes at his unnecessary praise. “Oh no don’t look so shy! This could have been an excellent horror sequence! It would have the audience grasping at their seat in terror!” he gave your forehead a big kiss as he continued to go on and on about how ‘talented’ you were.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ MYDEI ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
You collided with Mydei’s bare chest with a small “oof”. Why did he never wear shirts? He continued to scroll on his phone as he gave you side eye. Disappointed with his disinterest you loudly sighed. He scoffed in return, but not in irritation, but more in amusement.
“Are you really that clingy?” he snorted as he put his phone on the nightstand. His question made you furrow your brows. As if he hadn’t been clingy the entire night before. Upon seeing the change in your expression, Mydei laughed. “Don’t look at me like that. It was you who jumped me. Though I can’t say I’m complaining or anything.” “If you want to play fight, I’ll happily oblige” his grin grew sharper “Or if it’s something more you might want, I’ll happy fulfil that wish too.”
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ PHAINON ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
You caught Phainon by surprise if his expression was as anything to go by. His eyes were wide and full of surprise. He regained his composure after a few seconds and his handsome face went from shocked to mischievous within a heart beat. Without warning he lunged forwards and pinned you underneath him. You could practically see his imaginary tail wag behind as he gave you a big smooch on the lips. It was wet and playful and completely caught you off guard.
He gave you no warning as he quickly wrapped you into a burrito using his soft duvet. He grinned down at you as he admired his handiwork. “Now who’s the surprised one?” his smile widened. “You did manage to catch em off guard, but you still aren’t fast enough to dodge me!” you couldn’t even be mad at him when he looked like what he did: an overgrown puppy. You sighed as you realised yet another battle was lost. Phainon bent down to pepper your face with kisses as he giggled. What an idiot.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SAMPO ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
Sampo giggled like a mad man as you landed on top of him. He seemed to enjoy it way more than you as he gave your nose a gentle bite out of what seemed like cuteness aggression, before he moved to your neck. He switched between nuzzling his nose to your neck to giving it soft kisses.
“I’m gonna eat you up! How can you do this to poor ol’ Sampo?! You know I can’t handle it when you’re this cute! It’s simply not possible” he dramatically whined as he continued to assault your neck in a cuteness aggression frenzy. “Next time I’m gonna catch you! Or perhaps I should do ‘mega knight’ on you? Hmm who knows.”
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SUNDAY ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
The winged man’s eyes widened like saucers as you leaped onto him with great enough force for him to get pushed back into the padded headboard of his bed. He let out a little strangled noise, clearly caught off guard. His usual composed self was nowhere to be seen, but you quite liked this version of him. It was cute.
“What the—” he blinked as he looked at you with a confused expression. At the sight of your giggling face, he only shook his head before he laughed. “You really took me by surprise there. Though next time I would prefer it if you gave me a heads up.” Sunday softly chuckled as you gave his lips a kiss. His slightly cold fingers stroked your cheeks. “What is ‘mega knight’?”
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ WELT ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
Welt’s glasses were almost knocked off his head and his phone slipped out of his hand. You had disturbed him in his daily manga reading time, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact his face lit up even though you had bounced onto him as if he was a human trampoline.
He gently hugged you. “I can’t say I was expecting that” he laughed. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips as he gazed at you with love brimming over in his eyes. “You really make me feel young again.” His eyes crinkled as his smile widened. You really adored his excited expression. His boyish grin was simply adorable. “Do you want to watch that new anime together?”
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✭ pairing(s): aventurine, dr ratio, boothill, gallagher, sunday, argenti, mr. reca, sampo, jing yuan, blade, luocha, jiaoqiu, moze, mydei, phainon, anaxa (seperate) x reader
✩ in which: you bring home a chimera that looks like them.
✧ a/n: SOMEHOW IT FEELS LIKE ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE POSTED A FIC??? IDK IF THIS IS NORMALLY HOW LONG IT TAKES ME BUT AUGHHH!!!!!!! i got a job again and many more things happening irl but i am FINALLY! FINALLY!!! starting to get back into the groove of writing and drawing and even gaming teehee... sometimes all you need is a change to get out of a slump i guess.
you may also notice that a few characters are missing from this post! thats cause whenever i do one of these big ol posts, a couple of characters really tend to make it feel like it drags on for me. that leads to me really dreading writing the fic and, of course, leads to me taking a month on the fic lol. this will be one of the last posts i do with all the male characters (and female, if i ever decide to write for them in the future), before i move onto writing five characters at most. im sorry if you guys liked these posts and your favorite characters werent written for, i know these are like. my most popular pieces. it just takes so long and by the time i reach certain characters i feel like im all outta juice.
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⎯ Aventurine
“Well… I suppose we’ll see how this goes…”
AVENTURINE isn’t exactly against the idea of a chimera, but with all his catcakes, is it a good idea…? Both of you don’t know, and you feel a little embarrassed to admit that you didn’t think of this before bringing home the chimera. He’s not mad though, he’s quite taken by the little creature. But, with his penchant to collect catcakes, he worries about possible socialization issues.
The chimera, however, fits right in– aside from its striking eyes. Loafing and lounging with the catcakes, day in, day out. With a big ol’ smile on its cute face, happy to be with its kin… You think. Chimeras have the body of lion cubs, right? So aren’t they like… kind of related to catcakes? It’s a question you’d rather not ponder. Still, even so far from home, the chimera seems quite content. Paired with a bunch of companions who are all spoiled equally.
That being said, it seems you have chosen one of the laziest chimeras known to man. Ever since you had brought it home, it had kept Aventurine in bed even later, refusing to get up from his chest, even if the man had a meeting. It seems Aventurine has spoiled it far too much, or it has gotten so used to the comfortable life that it’s gotten quite stubborn…
⎯ Dr. Ratio
“Interesting….”
Most would not take RATIO as any type of pet person. No cats, certainly no dogs, no birds… the list goes on. Even his colleagues would not have guessed he’d take such a shine to such a… cute creature. As far as they know, cute is not a word within Ratio’s vocabulary. So, when his peers and students see a chimera toddling behind him, they can’t help but be interested.
He acts like he isn’t attached to the chimera, treating it more like a specimen than the cute little lion-butterfly-thing it is. When you first brought it to him, he was quite intrigued. A creature from a planet that not even the memokeepers can reach… It's a wonderful research opportunity, and a gift. One he cherishes, despite his logical approach to it.
It seems he has bonded with the chimera on a deeper level than you expected. It just so happens that you have picked up a chimera that not only looks like Veritas, but also one that was just as enlightened as he was. You think. You don’t understand a lick of the chimera’s little chirps, but Ratio seems to understand well enough. Then again, the math that he prattles on about with the chimera, you don’t understand either.
⎯ Boothill
“Awh, who’s this little feller?”
BOOTHILL is actually quite delighted when you bring a chimera home to him, even if your reasoning is a little… odd. Looks like him? Well, there’s only one of him and that means there’s only one look-alike; the man in the mirror. Still, despite this, he’s practically in love with the chimera. It’s been so long since he’s even had a pet– and he’s always missed the dogs and cats on the ranch– so why not indulge in your silly little shenanigans, and appreciate this little critter you’ve taken the time to pick out for him?
The two get along so well. Boothill had always wanted a pet eventually, but with his lifestyle he was afraid to ever adopt. Considering he was running around half the galaxy, he was wanted, and the closest thing to home he knew now was a ship, it was just unfair to subject any sort of animal to that life. Now that he had you and a proper home, however, he had been debating getting a pet for a long, long while.
So imagine his surprise when you had handed off a chimera to him the minute he got home after a particularly rough bounty. Even the most snarkiest, annoying personality would have him charmed. It could constantly choose you over him, and he’d still fawn over the thing. He’s happy you have someone to keep you company when he’s away, but the little kid in him (who remained, despite the fact that everything around him had burned to ash) is much more happy to come home to a pet once more.
⎯ Gallagher
“Another stray, hm?”
Despite the chimera’s protests that it is not a stray, GALLAGHER doesn’t seem to mind a new pet. He’ll just pretend he didn’t hear that comment about the chimera looking like him. You had compared him to a dog so many times before, that he was practically immune. Even if a chimera wasn't a dog, or a cat, or… well, there was no use in wondering what exactly it was. Though, he was quite intrigued that you had brought home something from Amphoreus of all places, it seems that the nameless just keep going for bigger and bigger marks.
The chimera itself is quite happy to get away from its work and laze about. On the days that Gallagher is home, it enjoys curling up on his lap (or his chest, if Gallagher is napping), and bathing in his and your attention. It’s quite domestic really, you have seen Gallagher with his other pets before, but he’s more of a big dog kind of guy. To see something relatively small curled up with him, when he’s watching TV or getting ready for bed, it makes you feel… light.
He’s also quite happy to have a pet that can actually talk back. Gallagher often catches himself muttering to himself because of how much he tends to talk to his pets. So when he gets responses from the chimera, even if it’s asking to go back to bed or telling him that this work is just ‘too much’ (all Gallagher was doing was pouring himself a drink, the chimera simply chose to follow him), it was still wonderful for him to have a buddy. It’s not everyday that you have a pet that can talk back to you, right?
⎯ Sunday
“Ah… you thought of me…?”
Now, SUNDAY isn’t against pets, he’s just a little nervous. The last pet he had… Well, you know what happened to it. But, by all means a chimera is an extraterrestrial. So, naturally, he’s a little shocked. Even if the little chimera is as cute as a button and just so damn happy to be in his lap. While he knew stepping aboard the Astral Express would mean he would see quite a lot– which included different planets, and by proxy, different flora, fauna, people, and what not– he never really expected to be face to face with such a… thing.
Looking into its wide, golden eyes, however, he feels a sense of… kinship. As weird as it is. He does his best to ignore it, not to get too overly attached to the chimera. After all, surely you must bring it back to Amphoreus. Right? He does his best to ignore the papers in your hands, and chooses instead to believe that this ‘adoption’ is more of a ‘foster’ situation.
That worry dissipates with the coming days. He finds himself quite enamored with the chimera, even sneaking it leftovers when he can. He doesn’t mean to, but he ends up reading the creature passages from his books, or from some data entries he borrowed from the archive. In fact, the idea that you would have to bring the chimera back breaks his heart a little. Not that you would, it’s quite cute to watch the chimera follow Sunday around.
⎯ Argenti
“What a stunning creature!”
Isn’t the word ‘cute’ better instead? Nevertheless, ARGENTI is quite enraptured by the chimera. So much so that he doesn’t seem to realize the similarity of the creature. Really, when you saw the sparkle in its eyes, you knew this was perfect for him. The similarity was uncanny, really. With the way the chimera was staring into your very soul, chattering off (which, you could already imagine it was praising the beauty of you), a part of you wanted to get it contacts.
Needless to say, The chimera is glued to Argenti. Or perhaps it's the other way around? The man doesn’t have any traveling companions, and he had preferred for you to stay on his ship whenever he was out on one of his excursions. The chimera, however, seemed to be quite the trusty companion. That little ‘awoo’ must be vicious, given how highly the man spoke of it. ‘It’s like a cry from the very heavens!’
It seems your gift is quite well loved, though. Not that Argenti would ever dislike your gifts. You could give him a rock– one that isn’t even shiny or shaped in an interesting way– and he’d treat it like you’d have proposed to him. The chimera, however, seems to have struck a rather special chord within him. It is hard to know if you’ve truly surprised him, but you can definitely see how attached he is to the chimera. It has been too long since someone gave him something so meaningful. Perhaps even the first time.
⎯ Mr. Reca
“Ah, is this a new crew member…? Or perhaps, a new star?”
Is there a universe where MR. RECA isn’t looking for some scene to capture? ‘Cause it’s definitely not this one. No one has ever had the ability to capture something, anything from Amphoreus, so of course he’s fascinated with the chimera. He glosses over the fact that the critter looks like him. Not enough time to think about that, when this is a star in the making. What shall he come up with this time?
He unknowingly dotes on that poor little Chimera, as well… in his own way. There’s no critiques for the creature's performance (though, you must think that it doesn’t understand exactly what Reca’s goal is.), only dazzling praise, even for something as simple as curling up and taking a nap. Such a tiny little thing, full of all sorts of inspiration! It deserves nothing more than the best of praise!
For at least a month straight, he simply cannot stop thinking of ideas and ways to make the chimera a star. A documentary, perhaps. No, no, that’s too simple. A thriller, maybe? Now, that would be interesting. How could he use such a cute creature for such a medium…? Ah, so many things to work out! This excitement keeps him fueled for days. Oftentimes, he’s writing out scenes at his desk, pacing, or even talking your ear off. All while the chimera is curled up in his lap, content as can be.
⎯Sampo Koski
“And what’s this? A new business venture?”
Of course SAMPO looks at the chimera and sees a business opportunity. Not that he’s planning to sell it, no… this little fella could be the new face of his business. Cold Feet Junior, even. Needless to say, he loves the chimera. Who wouldn’t? Such a precious little treasure from way out there, somewhere not even the great Sampo Koski can get to.
Aside from the chimera now being the face of his business, he brings the thing everywhere like it’s a little chihuahua. It gets pampered to high heaven, with little treats even you have never heard about before. From all sorts of places, from Izumo to Punklorde. You start to wonder if these treats are even good for the chimera, considering just how different these foods must be from the ones back home. The chimera seems fine enough, however.
When he can’t bring the chimera with him, however, he’s the most pathetic man you know. He’ll fake cry, use a voice that is just so tear-jerking, and say a sorrowful goodbye to the chimera. He texts you everyday when he is out, begging for pictures, asking if it's okay, asking if it's eaten… and so on. You, of course, do your best to shower him with pictures of the chimera, assuring him that it’s never been better. To which, he always responds with some sort of keyboard smash (rare for him), and praises going your way, and the chimeras way.
⎯ Jing Yuan
“Hmm…”
JING YUAN could never turn down a gift from you, of course. Especially one so cute. If you hadn’t caught him at such an inopportune time (also known as nap time), perhaps his reaction would be more grand. Or the same, he’s never been one for big expressions. A simple ‘thank you’, a kiss, and something in return has always been his style. However, this seems like a lot more than just a simple gift. A creature from Amphoreus… and a potential playmate for Mimi.
‘Potentially’ becomes a ‘definitely’ after some socializing. Instead of the chimera attaching itself to Jing Yuan, it’s very, very fond of Mimi. The grimalkin is quite well tempered, if not tolerant. The way the Chimera climbs onto him, like he is a mighty steed and not a proud lion… it’s charming in its own way. And yet, all Mimi does is maybe huff a little, and be on his merry way. Most of the time, he’d do the exact opposite the chimera wanted, by the sound of its annoyed chirps. Perhaps this was his way of playing with such a smaller creature…?
The chimera ultimately finds its spot on the bed. When you and Jing Yuan cuddled up, Mimi took his spot at the end of the bed. The chimera, unsure whether to stick themself at the end of the bed, in between you and Jing Yuan, or just sleep on the floor. Before it decides to exclude itself, Mimi makes the decision for it. With another huff (perhaps irritated that he had to leave his warm spot), he hops down from the bed, grabs the chimera by its scruff (not without it complaining, of course), and hops right back up. When you wake up in the morning, you find the chimera, stuck between Mimi’s paws, with the most content, familiar, smile on its face, while Mimi licks up its cheek repeatedly.
⎯ Blade
“...”
How many more times will this happen? First a cat cake, now a chimera. What’s next? A seal? BLADE really doesn’t know how to react. To be thought of is wonderful, but does it really always have to be in this kind of way? How many more creatures out there look like him? He can only hope you don’t find them for your ‘Blade collection’. Those poor, poor souls…
Regardless of his… pondering, the gift doesn’t go unappreciated. The chimera and Blade are like two halves of a whole, really. While Blade is sulking, so is the chimera… right next to him. When you adopted it, you swore it was just full of energy. Chirping and chattering to anyone who would listen, chimera, human, chrysos heir, no one was free from its chattering. In truth, you thought it was silly that something that held such a resemblance to such a broody man had such whimsy.
So, to see the little critter suddenly adapt Blade’s sulking and… edge, it’s a little surprising. Or not, if you understood how this tale has gone before. It’s actually kind of cute in its own odd way. When you point out the similarities in personality, all Blade feels he can do is grumble and huff. He should be used to your penchant for finding things that look and act like him by now, but somehow you always manage to surprise him.
⎯ Luocha
“What an… intriguing gift…”
LUOCHA is never one to turn down your gifts, and he certainly won’t start now. But, despite the worlds he has traveled to and all he’s seen, somehow he’s never seen quite a creature. Perhaps it is the resemblance that throws him off. He doesn’t want to turn down your gift, but where he travels to may not be the safest place for the little Chimera. Very rarely does he stay home long enough to take care of any pet, either. He rationalizes that while it is a little amusing, this must be for you.
And of course he isn’t going to take that kind of companionship from you. It’s actually kind of endearing to him that you went through all this trouble to find a cute little look-alike. He’s more entertained by the way you dote on it, by the way you call it ‘Luo-Luo’ (even though the Chimera seems over it), and he wonders to himself if you truly got this chimera for him, or to have something to coddle while he was away. Not that you coddled him, normally. He isn’t a man to be doted on like that, and you are just too shy to do that to him.
He indulges in the adoption of the chimera, of course. Even when he’s out for months on end, he makes sure to call and check up on the Chimera (and you, but he does that normally). He shouldn’t be so surprised to see all the little outfits you’ve stuck the critter in, from cats (which makes no sense, considering the body of a chimera was a lion), to wolves. He wonders how many people you have commissioned for these little outfits…
⎯ Jiaoqiu
“And this charming little companion is…?”
JIAOQIU truly thought that the Tuskipir would be his only pet. He didn’t really need a service animal outside of the emotional support, considering he had a cane, and he knew the Yaoqing like the back of his hand. You, however, decide that if one critter does well, why won’t two do better? Plus, while the Tuskipir was used for more emotional wellbeing, Chimeras were experienced with work, and when you think about it, they’d make quite the service animals.
What a shame that he can’t see the resemblance clearly. Still, he is quite touched by the thoughtfulness behind your gift. The chimera warms up to him all too easily, immediately taking its place by his side. Jiaoqiu doesn’t verbally admit it, but being thought of in such a way, especially after a trip that took you across the cosmos warms his heart. Even if he is pretty much completely recovered, it was quite nice to be cared for. Even as a healer.
In truth, as endearing as your gift was, he had expected the chimera to get in his way, under his legs, and become annoying in all sorts of ways. Given how happily it yipped and barked when you first arrived with it, he truly assumed it would be an annoyance. He’s pleasantly surprised that once the chimera has acclimated and settled, it becomes a wonderful companion. Chimera’s stomachs are so strong, you think, watching as Jiaoqiu feeds the critter a particular slice of beef that almost looks red, with the amount of spice he has put in the hotpot broth.
⎯ Moze
“I… Hm.”
It is rare for MOZE to talk without thinking. It is even rarer to interrupt his thoughts all together. You should be impressed with yourself. When met with the gloomy demeanor of the Chimera, Moze can only squint, open his mouth to form words, and ultimately lose them. What is he supposed to say? He’s never had a pet before, the strays in the alleyways who liked his scent were the closest thing to having one. All he really can do is hold the Chimera and stare into those oddly familiar eyes.
There is a quiet camaraderie between the two, once the confusion settles from Moze’s mind. When Moze is home (considering his work is too dangerous for any sort of pet), the two have a tacit, quiet understanding that you can’t quite… get. The Chimera follows Moze around, at a distance, and studies him closely, as if trying to commit his movements to memory. You swear, at some point, you heard Moze say ‘this is how you sweep’. When you walked in the room to check, the two were quiet as can be, while Moze was sweeping the kitchen floor, the Chimera perched on the counter.
When Moze is out, the Chimera sits by the door, or in the living room, or sometimes sleeps in his spot on the bed while waiting for him. It’s almost kind of heartbreaking when you think about it, knowing Moze is gone for most of the week. At the very least, it seems the Chimera is much, much more receptive to cuddles than your dear lover is. As much as it seems to miss its twin, it can’t resist curling up in your arms and taking a nap. It seems that the Chimera catches up on sleep in Moze’s place.
⎯ Mydeimos
“Hmph.”
MYDEI refuses to acknowledge the similarity. He pouts, sighs, and does his best to walk off and ignore the furry little companion you had brought home. The chimera trots after Mydei regardless, happy as can be, even if the man was ignoring it. You had to commend him, really. If you had something that cute following you around, you would fold immediately. But Mydei was stronger than you (and much, much more stubborn).
When Mydeimos wasn’t home, the chimera took up all his spots, short of the one in the kitchen. It’d sit in his chair at the table, enjoy the warmth of the private bath, and even take his spot on the bed. Which, Mydei truly doesn’t appreciate. Some days he is out from dawn till dusk, but he has always made it a point to come back home just before you fall asleep, so the two of you could sleep together. So to find you curled up with this little rascal, who was oh so happy to take his place, he doesn’t know what to feel.
He’s not jealous. No, no, he swears he isn’t. Why would he be jealous of a chimera? How silly. Despite that, you notice how he’s suddenly in much more of a rush to see you on the days that he is gone. He tries to beat the chimera to the bed, establishes his dominance in the kitchen (as if anyone could beat him), and makes it known– well.. you don’t know what he’s trying to prove to a chimera of all things. But it’s quite funny watching him try to one-up the creature, who was simply acting oblivious. Everytime you pet the chimera or praise it, you can always hear Mydei sigh. It’s not that he was neglecting the chimera in any way, not, he just had to one-up it. Almost every time he could.
⎯ Phainon
“Aha… Do I really look like this thing…?”
You are the third person to tell PHAINON a certain chimera looks like him. It worries him a little. Does he, a truly fearsome warrior that totally doesn’t have the air of a puppy, look like such a cute little creature? Looking into the chimera’s eyes, which are practically shining, he can’t help but concede… only for you, though.
The very first thing this chimera does is challenge Phainon himself. To his surprise (and dismay), the chimera starts to take all his favorite spots. Right by your legs, on your chest when you're sleeping, or when you're just laying down, and even in the baths. You find it cute, but Phainon… he’s not one to turn down a challenge, even if it’s initiated by a chimera. He takes every chance he can get to sweep you up off your feet and carry you off somewhere the chimera can only watch, like the hot baths.
While you find this kind of charming, if not funny, you can't help but feel bad for the chimera. When you show even the smallest amount of pity for it, however, Phainon decides its time to switch tactics. Instead of taking everything the Chimera did as a challenge, now it was a battle of charm. Anytime the Chimera begs for food (within his proximity), he rests his chin on your shoulder and tries to snatch the food from you. If the Chimera is sleeping on your lap, he makes an effort to also try and lay his head in your lap, and always, always, looks up at you with those pretty blues. You have to admit it's cute, but kind of pathetic. Not that you would ever want him to change.
⎯ Anaxagoras
“Hmph. But it is no Dromas.”
You, of course, know about ANAXA’s love for Dromases more than anything. You were one of the few who were graced by him and his magnificent onesie’s presence, after all. But, still, when you saw the little chimera, with its muted green coat and its missing eye, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity. Perhaps he is truly amused at the fact that you have found his doppelganger? Or maybe he’s finally figured out where one of his eyepatches has finally gone… either way, his tone is hard to read.
It is not long until you notice how he dotes on the chimera… in his own way, at least. He doesn’t outright ignore the critter when it toddles behind him, and on more than one occasion you have caught him talking to it, prattling on about his theories while he cleans his gun. Despite acting annoyed that you had taken one of his eyepatches for a ‘silly little costume’, he does not attempt to remove it. Not once. You take this as a victory, of course.
The real kicker is when you caught him sewing a Dromas onesie for the Chimera. His hands aren’t the steadiest, but he sits so quietly (for once), all while the Chimera lays curled up right next to his legs. You don’t mean to stare for too long, but he ends up catching you. Instead of acting shy (Which, he never did), and brushing you off, he only huffs softly, and shakes his head, before going back to his sewing. You read this as an invitation to properly watch, and when you step into the room, he doesn’t complain.
DIGITAL OVERDRIVE! (various hsr men x fem!reader, 18+)
they can't see you in person so the next best alternative lies within their screen..
ft. phainon, mydei, aventurine, gepard, dan heng, loucha
warnings: modern au, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, use of toys, edging, squirting, semi public sex
PHAINON
'oh phai.. why didn't you just tell me earlier?' you watch as he palms the bulge in his sweats, the camera panned down at his crotch as he ruts into his hand.
'didn't wanna bother you on your internship..' there's a hint of shame in his voice as the last few words trail off into a whimper. Poor boy can't even go one and half weeks without wanting to touch you. 'could you.. do you have time right now?'
you smile and set your phone down on the nightstand, facing the bed in your hotel room as you crawl onto the mattress. you spread your legs in front of the camera and he watches intently, tugging his pants down to expose his aching, reddened cock. Using two fingers, you press against your pussy, already pulsing and beginning to leak from the sight of his pent- up, desperate state.
'fuuuuck...' he breathes, low voice echoing through your airpods and straight to your core. You never really saw the appeal of phone sex up till now; your boyfriend rubbing himself off alone in his bedroom was something you wouldn't mind seeing more often. You push a finger past your folds, falling against the pillow as you start stroking yourself, letting out soft sighs as your gaze follows every movement of his finger along the length of his dripping cock. There was so much precum flowing, you imagined how good it would feel to have his tip prodding your hole, the warm liquid blissfully slathering all over.
it doesn't take long before he's cumming, dribbles of his release splattering on the screen, leaving a blurry white streak right across the camera as you feel yourself on the verge of your first high of the night.
'hmm.. think you got time for one more?'
MYDEI
you nervously place your phone at the foot of the bed as you sit in front of it, not sure what to do next. Mydei was the one who'd brought up the idea, assuring you that he'd talk you through it. He was away for a week on a business trip to penacony and just couldn't stop thinking about you in the quiet of his room every night.
'come on sweetheart, why don't you start by playing with yourself a little? you've done it before.' he coos, instructing you to open your legs a little wider as you graze the slick heat of your cunt.
'that's a good girl... you're so doing well.. my, you're so wet for me, aren't you? Can't wait to return so I can feel that dripping pussy myself.'
'hah, shut up!' you manage to say, breath catching in your throat as you observe his abdomen flex and tense up, cock hard and erect against his stomach. Slender, skilled fingers wrap around the base as he squeezes it, blood rushing to his sensitive tip now blushing a pretty shade of pink.
'why don't you slip a finger in f'me? can you do that?' his voice is soft and composed despite the state of his body, twitching and writhing in his own grip as his camera shakes a little. You sheepishly press the tip of your middle finger as it slowly slips in, closing your eyes and pretending it was him penetrating you instead.
'oh fuck.. yeah, just like that, just curl it a little more.' he directs, cheeks heating as he watches you pleasure yourself. 'feels good, doesn't it?'
He could do this all night if he didn't have a meeting early the next morning.
AVENTURINE
You're in the middle of dinner when you receive a sudden video call from aventurine. You frown, surprised because he usually texts you first to check before calling. Looking around, you spot your friends at the buffet table filling their plates and decide to pick up.
The moment you accept the call you nearly drop your phone.
You're greeted by the sight of your boyfriend in the shower as he strokes his cock and lathers soap all over it, bubbles sliding down his thick, veiny shaft. two seconds later you hang up, mortified as you feel the heat rising to your cheeks, hoping no one saw that. The second you to return to your dorm you dart into the room and slam the door shut, ringing him again.
'what the fuck aven, I was in public!'
'aww, did I get you all flustered? too bad you missed the real show, I just got out of the shower actually.' damn it. A small part of you hoped he was still at it; you kinda needed some release as well and that would've been a pretty good source.
'...can you get back in?'
Minutes later you've got two fingers knuckle- deep in your puffy cunt as you watch him massage his cock in the shower. His low moans echo around the marble walls, hot steam making him all flushed and pretty as he continues stroking himself in quick, long motions.
'this enough soap? or should I add more?'
GEPARD
‘be a good girl and turn up the vibration for me?’
locks of messy blond hair stick to his forehead, crystal blue eyes almost staring into your soul as you hesitantly press the small silicone button. Your face contorts with pleasure as a sharp heat pools in your core, hips rocking against the toy as gepard smirks.
'bet you wish you were riding my cock instead..' he sighs. Ever since you left for your family vacation he's resorted to touching himself every night. It didn't get him the satisfaction he needed; even now, his cock throbbed with frustration knowing he wasn't there to fill your leaking pussy. But this'll do for now.
He turns up the volume to hear your little whimpers and pleas, struggling to keep yourself from cumming before he lets you. But it's hard, so hard to control yourself when you're imagining him thrusting into you, hitting your g-spot with every graze of his tip inside your fluttering hole.
'Mmph.. don't cum yet, not until I say so.. j- just a little while more,' he warns, eyeing his screen and noticing the familiar way your pussy is clenching around the toy. She won’t last much longer, he thinks, biting his swollen lip and sucking in a sharp breath.
suddenly the pleasure peaks and you feel yourself squirting unexpectedly, leaving a wet mess all over yourself as you mumble an apology.
‘didn’t say you could cum yet, did I? You’re lucky I’m not there right now.’ There’s a teasing lilt in his voice and your cheeks heat up. It’s so over when you get home.
DAN HENG
As calm and collected as this guy is, his weak spot lies in the genuine frustration that brews when he can’t touch you and feel you physically with him; especially for long periods of time.
You thought two weeks wasn’t that bad. You expected him to be unfazed when you got back. But guess what? four days in and you pick up his call just to see him rutting against the mattress like a desparate rabbit in heat, face all red and flustered.
‘Damn, miss me already?’ The ache in your lower region is undeniable, but you’re still surprised at the state you found him in.
‘mmffph- missed that fuckin’ pussy so bad..hah..’ He presses himself further into the sheets, camera shaking as he struggles to keep his phone upright. You’re not sure where to begin so you simply throw your hoodie to the side and run your hands over your tits, squeezing and playing with them as he continues trying to get himself off.
‘do that again,’ he gasps. ‘keep- keep playing with your tits like that. Please?’
A rush of hot arousal begins oozing from your neglected pussy as you do as he says, kneading the soft flesh of your breasts with one hand as the other holds the phone facing down so he can also get a glimpse of what’s below.
You haven’t actually touched yourself yet and he’s already like this.. this was definitely gonna be a long call.
LUOCHA
You hate that you were doing this. It’s so wrong; if anyone walks in it’s over. But that didn’t stop you from answering Luocha’s video call in your office on a random wednesday afternoon, did it?
To be fair, it’s been almost three weeks since you’ve seen him. He was on a business trip in penacony and the timezone difference from the luofu meant that his night time was your afternoon.
‘Hey baby,’ he smiles sweetly. His long hair is tied up in a messy bun and he’s sprawled on the hotel bed in nothing but a loose pair of boxers. ‘You still at work?’ He squints at your background and his smile morphs into a devious smirk. ‘Naughty girl.’
A few minutes of dirty talking later, you find your hand under the hem of your panties as you rub your clit, a pleasurable warmth building up as you grind against your hand. You’re praying no one hears the way your chair is squeaking ever so slightly as you grind down for more friction. Meanwhile he’s watching you, not even bothering to touch himself yet as he indulges in the sight of his pretty girlfriend getting herself off in the middle of her shift.
Something about the way you keep glancing behind to check the door- the thrill of getting caught- turns him on so much. He just loves how nervous you get every time he instructs you to add another finger, your clear slick sinfully dripping off the edge of your chair.
Fortunately, all goes well with no one knocking on the door today.
It just started with a small information which you learned from some of your friends. They were bragging about how the moles and birthmarks in your body represent the places your past lover kissed you.
A harmless one right? you told it to your boyfriend and let's say he was feeling quite a mix of emotions then.
"I would like to see the places where you have those, you don't mind it, do you, my dear ?" Although his tone was gentle, his eyes were speaking a different tale. The emphasis on the word 'my dear' sent chills down your spine.
Not even a minute had passed from you showing him the moles and marks around your body, that he tackles them with ferverent yet soft kisses. As if he was trying to replace your past lovers trace with only his ...
"It is good to see that you had a past lover who clearly loved you a lot..." he looked at you through half lidded eyes
with a particularly rough kiss on the birthmark on your chest , he whispered
