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Late in night, you awoke next to your beloved in your shared bed. You groaned in protest as the night outside was still pitch black, with your partner still in deep slumber next to you. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating his features. Great, now you were so fixated on his face that it made you impossibly awake.
you stared at his face, with a rare tranquility masked over it. It was one of those times that he finally had the opportunity to rest, to have a temporary getaway from the chaos in his everyday life. In his sleep, he shifted slightly, pulling you closer to him, legs locking you in place. “Don’t go…”, he muttered unconsciously.
you frowned and smiled at the same time — it was a weird expression. It was a weird feeling too, seeing your tough and rough lover perform such needy actions, clinging onto you for comfort when he was the one protecting both of you. You sighed as you draped an arm over his neck, stroking his hair gently.
as he slowly relaxed into your touch, you were reassured, for it was only in times like these when he would show his insecurities…
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Alhaitham, Wriothesley, Xiao, Diluc, Kaveh, Kazuha, Neuvillette, Varka, Rerir (Genshin Impact), Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Blade/Yingxing, Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Boothill, Phainon, Mydei, Anaxa (Hsr), Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Megumi Fushiguro (jjk), Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tomioka Giyuu (kny), and your favs!
It’s been a long day, perhaps even more than that. But there’s nothing like falling into the arms of the one who can get your mind off of things — or in other words, your lover fucks you until you cry.
❤︎ cast: jing yuan, blade, ratio, mydei x fem reader
warnings: smut, hurt/comfort vibes, established relationships, creampies, manhandling, fingering, bath sex, desktop sex, crying - HONESTLY THESE ARE V SOFT 🥺 around 5k words. 18+ ONLY MINORS AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DNI
Jing Yuan
It was rather thoughtless to ever believe that Jing Yuan was not the type to be able to see very clearly through whatever wall you were trying to put up. The smiles you flashed him, avoiding the glimmering gold of his fond gaze when he ran a hand across your tight and taught shoulders, tensing when his fingers brushed along them. You were not one to brush him off, but today you were neatly folded in on yourself against the corner of the couch, watching the finches flutter from the window but not with any indication of wanting to see their happy winged flaps — but just to ruminate on whatever was clearly bothering you.
At the third sigh, the third “I’m alright, Jing Yuan, it’s nothing.” the man who is a picture of patience itself had resorted to a gentle grasp at your delicate ankle, a squeeze to it that finally snapped you from your thoughts and had you staring at your husband. His thumb gently stroked your ankle bone while the smile on his face was knowing, but not any less sharp as you blinked rapidly at his closeness.
“Little rabbit, I implore you not to lie to me. I quite enjoy our honesty with each other.”
You swallowed, inhaling deeply and slowly, then a smile like a grimace,
“I really am okay.”
You did not expect for the General to grasp your ankle a little harder, as a means to tug you quickly and harshly across the couch. You yelped loudly, the finches happily fluttering outside now scattered from the noise, your body laying on the comfort of the plush couch with your ankle still in hand of Jing Yuan but now held in the air as he effortlessly climbed between your body. Your other leg parted for him, as such a broad presence only could do for him to settle with his crotch close to yours. Your little dress naturally was pushed up at the sudden manhandling, showing him your panties. It didn’t matter that you were with this man for awhile now that still the exposure had your face hot.
He tutted at you, which always irritated you in a way, as it meant you had already lost. Jing Yuan, your clever strategist, your ever watchful General and how he so often was able to pull out whatever ruse you were trying to hide. Such frustration came with softened edges, because really it was all from how he loved you so.
“I would like for you to tell me the truth, unless you would like for me to pull it from you myself? Your body does tend to react quite..sensitively to my methods, wouldn’t you agree?” Jing Yuan mused, your eyes flitted down to see his large shaft, half hard in his trousers. You gulped shamefully, knowing that this entire situation had your pussy aching and wet despite the uproar of emotions going on in your head, the gusset of your underwear uncomfortably sticking to your lips.
He’s about to devour you, rightfully so, when you sniffle. Jing Yuan, whose eyes have not left your sweet face, watches you beg for him. So softly, meek and weak.
“I need you, Jing Yuan.”
Ah, he smiled, chuckling softly through his nostrils and not minding at all when you groaned and swatted his shoulder for it. He was all too happy to remind you how important you have always been in his life — such an old man as himself was not going to take advantage of your sweet soul.
He helped peel your sodden panties off first, a wide palm gliding down your inner thigh to press you open just a little more. You felt your pussy flutter at his touch that didn’t quite reach the place you wanted, but in your distraction your lover nosed at your cheek, prompting you to meet his gaze. He always looked at you so fondly it nearly made your body seize with shyness, only a whimper of his name said before he was kissing you.
He allowed his lips to tentatively work yours open, swallowing down every one of your whimpers and little sighs. Your fingers reached down to toy with the zipper of his pants, gliding along the hardness throbbing against his thigh until he smiled against your mouth and helped you pull his hefty cock from its confines. His tip was at your entrance, tacky and weeping with pre as he started to press into you. It was always a stretch, but always worth it.
“Please…” you murmured into his mouth, lashes fluttering at another tiny push of his fat cock splitting you. Jing Yuan’s broad figure was hunched over you, his starlight hair a curtain around your face when you cried out at his heavy, full sheath into your cunt in one mighty stroke. You nearly passed out at the knock of him against your cervix, but your lover did not allow it. He kissed you ardently, his hands sliding down to beneath your ass cheeks where with each handful he hoisted your bottom half up to meet the thudding smacks of his hips meeting yours.
“You were withholding things from me, but know that I won’t let you run from me. I love you too much for that, do you understand?” he grunted with his jaw clenched at his punctured thrusts. You were so wet and pliant, nodding with your nails digging into his scarred skin.
You being squished on the couch under him, you had nowhere to go and no choice but to moan into his shoulder, your ass in his hold and shoving you onto his cock over and over — you were always so in awe of his well placed stamina, leaving you shaking and screaming. Much like you hoped today would end the same.
But instead, because of the overwhelming feeling of it all, being in his arms after fighting with yourself so much, you began to cry. Jing Yuan cooed, settling your ass back down against the couch and his thumb finding your swollen clit in one swift movement.
“Let it all out, little one. I’ll catch you.” he promised, the press of his thumb harder on your slippery clit and cock still wrecking your insides.
You wailed, back arching as far as it could muster while still being pressed against Jing Yuans chest, tears so rapidly falling down your cheeks and voice growing raspy as you tightened around him with your face in his neck. He groaned deeply, the sound of a powerful man so enthralled with you dizzying, kissing and mouthing at your hot wet face while you shook at his cock still fucking you until he met his climax with a full body shiver. You were so warm, being filled with his creamy seed and his bulky body settling over yours with a gentleness only Jing Yuan could muster. You shuddered in his arms, still sniffling and sobbing quietly, unwilling to let him move away from you.
Jing Yuan kissed to side of your head, whispering I love you as you cried and allowed your previously withheld vulnerability fall away with him.
“Anything you are going through, we will do so together. Such is my vow, that I take very seriously you know.” Jing Yuan murmured, nuzzling against the side of your face as your breathing settled. You nodded again,
“I’ll try to be better about it Jing Yuan.”
He kissed your lips and when he gave you again his sweetly knowing smile, you felt more tears begin to well up.
“And if you have trouble, I have no qualms doing this again to aid you.” and at that, you laughed, a smile vivid and real and beautiful.
That was really all he wanted, and while you needed the reminder that it was all possible again to feel this way.
Blade
If ever there were a man who was more than willing and able to notice the little things about you, Blade would find him and insist with a blank but steady stare at how he was in fact, more so than that. He was oddly kind, someone from a nightmare when you first encountered him. All shadows and scowls and a stormy past that caught you admittedly off guard with his tender hand and need to keep you close with a kiss to your temple or a plate of cut up fruit set wordlessly beside you. He was aware that even now you still kept a lot of your heart from him, and in fairness he too sometimes expressed difficulty in showing all of his heart. But he was resolved to continue to love you thoroughly, and it made a wounded man such as him exceedingly glad to be loved in return by you. It was no surprise then that in Blades perception he knew you were struggling and in an awkward but endearing way he approached you with a pinch to your chin to lift your gaze up to him.
You frowned, eyes darting away from his sharp red gaze and he sighed deeply as he sat down beside you, pulling you suddenly into his lap and uncaring of your protesting whine.
“Something is bothering you.” he stated simply into the side of your neck. His knees spread and in turn spread your knees too where you were seated in his lap, bandaged hands settled on your thighs, but you just huffed softly with your head still turned away.
“I just…I had a long day.” you said quietly, and a little annoyed too if Blade heard correctly. He didn’t like the sound of it, your apprehension and frustration had your heart thudding but your body tired. His palms stroked your legs, down to your knee and back up your thighs again in a comforting manner.
“Blade…” you said softly, adjusting yourself on his lap with your ass pressed against his crotch. His hands on your thighs creeped up, and you’d felt the way he inhaled your scent with his face in your neck,
“Will you make me feel better?” you asked, the words coming out warbled and wet, shyly turning towards your lover. Blade looked at you with low and shadowed eyes, nodding solemnly before he leaned in for a kiss.
From the angle, kissing him was difficult, and different — however knowing Blade you dared not move from his lap and kissed him anyway, letting him grunt into your mouth and then nuzzle his nose against your cheek to bring his kisses down to your neck. All this time you writhed slowly in his lap, just enough to feel his cock hardening against your back but Blades steeled hands didn’t let you tease much longer.
Instead he spread your legs wider with his knees and his fingers went to the gusset of your underwear. You’d only been wearing a comfortable little nightgown, something easy and cool on a warm night. So with your sleepwear disheveled and your panties growing more and more sopping with your essence, your chest arched and nipples strained against the fabric as Blade stroked a finger up and down your clothed slit. Your head fell back to settle in his shoulder, eyes fluttered shut.
“You will have to tell me what’s on your mind eventually girl.” Blade said calmly, letting his finger press down a little harder to hear you gasp.
You nodded, “I…I will Blade, just please…” you sighed, his fingertips rubbing at your clit through the fabric, the sensation making you hazy.
“Please what?” he responded quietly, fingers still against your core.
“Please make me feel better. Please keep touching me…”
Blade grunted in that deeply, taking two fingers to pull your panties to the side while his other hand went to cup your cunt. You hissed at the lack of touch, but he then brought up his middle finger to part your soaked pussy, stopping his fingertip right at your clit to pet at it. Your thighs trembled when he began to stroke your slit, pausing to press at your clit here and slipping his finger inside you there. He changed his middle finger to his middle and ring finger then, sliding them all the way in while you keened and gushed into his palm. The way he stroked your insides with his fingers, thrusting them absurdly fast and precise — only a testament of the way he was always so attentive to you, left your hands grasping at his wrist though entirely unsuccessful to get his ministrations to slow down.
With the pleasurable pressure building between your legs, your back bowed as Blade finally brought his other hand in to play, swiping and pinching your clit until you began to squeal. You gasped pitifully until your head swam and your face grew hotter at the sensation and tears then surprisingly began to quickly steam down your cheeks. You came with a sharp cry, Blades fingers still working inside you. Dripping down his wrist and tacky from your release, pussy fluttering around his digits while your sobbing gasps left your throat dry.
You went limp after your orgasm, shaking and crying in his arms. Blade withdrew his fingers from you, watching the shimmering gossamer threads of your bliss sticking to him until breaking lewdly before he turned you in his lap, your cheek against his chest while you trembled. Your tears soaked his bandages and you sniffled that you would help him change them soon, and to your surprise you heard a lighthearted snort come from Blade. You blinked up at him, and he wiped at your wet eyes with his knuckle,
“This is not about me. It’s about making you feel better. Do not try to change the subject.”
“I wasn’t…”
“You were, and I will not allow you to forget that I am here for you in whatever way you should desire.” he retorts, keeping you pressed into his sturdy hold. You nodded weakly, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
“Okay Blade, thank you for the reminder.” you said quietly, curling into his lap even more. Blade sat still until your breathing evened out and you were asleep, tears dried on your cheeks and your lips parted in happy slumber, not seeing his slight smile down at you.
Ratio
To be loved by Veritas Ratio, meant to be seen. Even on the days you admittedly, did not want to be. You could hide your every bad or ugly thought the best you could, opting to smile and giggle until the doctor was cupping your cheeks and nearly glaring at you for not being honest with him, and even with yourself in his desire as your lover to at the very least make you aware of his want to be there for you. So maybe on occasion, because of that, you don’t fight it.
Even if it means you’re embarrassed and your hands are clammy, cheeks warm and heart thudding. You’d had a terrible week, feeling drained in every sense of the word and if you didn’t do something soon, you were positive you were going to collapse from heartache. Ratio was seated at his desk, reading to no one’s surprise, ever beautiful and concentrated and he had told you many times that he had no issue with you interrupting his work or reading if you needed his time. But still, it was difficult to muster the courage to go to him, for numerous reasons.
“Are you going to come here or shall you stare at me a little longer?” he remarked, not looking up from the page he was on. But when you didn’t come forward he closed the book and looked to you, holding out his hand to beckon you nearer.
You came to him not fully out of obedience you told yourself, but because you really did need him. Ratio cupped your cheek and his thumb found your bottom lip, tilting his head with a pinched brow to gaze at you most inquisitively. He waited with patience, much more than he offered most. Your eyes wavered, but you rocked forward on your toes until your lips collided with his, gently enough to show your shyness but bold enough to captivate him as his arm wound around your waist and he deepened the kiss in return. Your breaths became heavy, lips locking and your hands threading into his hair.
“To what do I owe this affection?” he mused against your mouth. You were backed against his desk now, nearly sitting atop of it.
“I just…I really need you, Veritas.” your breathing is rasped, low as you shakily admit the words to him. You resolve not to tear up, but he catches the twitch of your brow and the way your lips fight to go down into a sad frown. He hums, kissing you assuredly and petting at your sides while you hug him closer.
“And just what are you particularly needing my dear? Something tells me you would like more…physical attention from me?”
You nod, slowly and quietly as you bury your face in his chest almost shamefully. Your core was hot, needy, and his familiar body against yours only had your ears feeling stuffed with cotton. Ratio tilted your chin up and narrowed his gaze at you, not wanting to push but to see your little details, the ones that make you, you. With a sigh, he turned you around, a palm flat against your spine with his fingers splayed out to press you down against the cool wood of his desk.
He was glad he didn’t have much there, plenty of room for you to comfortably lay and for him to come up behind you with his crotch pressed against your ass. You waited and rocked on the balls of your feet, breathing growing heavier when he hands pushed up your skirt, flipping it over your ass fully and his palm stroked along a cheek, then down the other, petting at the globes of your ass until you whined his name, a plea for more. He simply hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them slowly down your legs — watching raptly at your glaringly evident need that manifested in silky strings that stuck to the gusset until they broke, the fabric laid in a small heap where it fell around your ankles. Your bared pussy was swollen to his trained eye, so needy and wanting and dripping. His clever and deft fingers slipped against your slit, rubbing until they parted for him to roll your clit against the pad of his middle finger.
Though he knew that was not what you desired. You were holding a breath, letting it out when his hand left you and you heard the sound of him undoing his pants, a telltale clink of the belt and you’d hoped he didn’t notice the way your pussy dripped a little more just from the sound of him taking his cock out. He pressed his tip to your entrance, bulbous and fat and leaky where it smeared along your pussy, gripping one of your ass cheeks tightly as if to help spread you for his thick cock. Your chest stuttered when he pressed forward a little at a time, he watched the petals of your pussy open and suck him in with every inch until you whimpered pitifully, ass backing up in urgency for him to move. It wasn’t until he was sheathed all the way in, balls tightly snug against your clit and a warning hand pressed down on your lower spine. You heard him groan, low and steady, and then he was snapping his hips. Your nails scrambled against the desk, trying somehow to ground yourself from his overwhelming thrusts, whining loudly at the sensation of his cock pushing and pulling at your insides, the cling of your cunt nearly wrecking Ratio himself.
He wasn’t letting up however, even as you in your position raised onto your tippy toes and your eyes rolled back into your head, he fucked you thoroughly, not minding the wetness smacking between your bodies that splattered onto his lower belly. His fat balls swung and hit your clit, but he in his knowledge hunched over you with a nip to your shoulder blade at the same time that his hand worked underneath your body to find your clit and to roughly rub at it until you were nearly kicking your feet and wildly moaning his name. It’s then he heard the break, the way you were shattering and sobbing as tears pooled under your face where you cried onto the desk. You were a mess, arching your ass up while he fucked you to tears, and he opted to wrap his arm around your chest and pulled you up — to where you could only look up at Ratio through your teary eyes,
“That’s right darling, I’m here. You can take it.”
You came with a warbled gasp as your eyes glazed over, unfocused but still trying to look up at your lover who was enthralled by your beautiful vulnerability. His thrusts became stuttered, your ass rippling and bouncing off his sharp hips until he was in you to the hilt, cock lurching to flood you with his spend. He wasn’t about to allow you to collapse, his bicep flexing as he kept you held against his chest and you sniffled and hiccupped while he pressed a few reassuring kisses to the side of your face. He held you from behind until your crying settled to little sobs, and after Ratio pulled out much to your chagrin — the wet plopping of your releases falling to the floor.
He didn’t even wince, just hands on your waist to set you atop the desk and in your mutual nakedness he held you to his sweaty skin, kissing along your dewy brow.
“Do you feel better? Or shall we take a bath and perhaps, talk a little?” he suggested with a soft smile. You nodded, hands wandering up and down his back.
“I would like that very much…and to…talk. Thank you Veritas.” you said in a gentle, lovesick reply, and was met with a fond kiss to your lips.
“As you wish, anything to make you feel a little less alone.”
He carried you to the tub, and suddenly you hardly remembered why your week had left you so hurt, not when you were reminded so gently of the love he was always ready to provide you.
Mydei
The baths were always a good way to relax and unwind, met there by your beloved Mydei who was hard to miss. His broad, rippling body lounged against the side of the bath, arms spread out on either side of him and his long lashes resting against his cheekbones as he exhaled in relaxation. All he needed was one thing, or rather one person, you.
He knew you were going to meet him for a bath, but even for a prince and a warrior, Mydei found himself growing impatient for your presence. He did not want to go out looking for you just yet, lest you were already on the way. But just when he was about to get out of the water, you had finally appeared.
However he was taken aback almost immediately with your disposition. Your usually bright eyes were clouded over, clutching your towel around your body as you shuffled to the side of the bath. You did not even greet Mydei which was a strange occurrence, the man used to you kissing him and snuggling up to his side whenever you took a bath with him. So when you dropped your towel and sat across from him in the baths instead of beside him, he was now more than sure you were upset about something.
You heard the water slosh gently, looking up to see your vision obscured by sheer muscles and tattoos of red as Mydei made his way to you, his hand coming up from out of the water to cup your cheek. It was then he caught the stray tear that left your lashline, wiping at it with his thumb. You squeezed your eyes shut and drew your knees up, even as your much bigger lover curled himself around your figure and quietly kissed your shoulder.
“You can depend on me.” he said quietly, after another kiss had followed the first. You sniffled, looking over at him with red rimmed eyes, and Mydei's heart ached at such a sight, at the one he loves so deeply sad in this moment.
“I know Mydei, I just….it wasn't the best day.” you sniffle, finally leaning closer to him and allowing his large hands to pull at your body. He kissed at your cheeks as he pulled you onto his lap to straddle his narrow hips, while your arms wound around his neck and you pressed your face into the pinky blonde of his locks that smelled of luxurious and comforting oils. Your body started to react from just his nearness, you always go pliant in his sturdy hold, naked figure rubbed up against his as he gently worked at your hips in the warm water. You didn’t want to admit that you were growing needy, but your lover was already a step ahead of you,
“Allow me to take care of you, if anything, to get your mind off of things.” he said like a promise, wide palms splayed on your hips moving to your waist and hoisting you closer in his lap. Your tits wobbled, nipples pert and achy, and he kissed them while your head fell back with a sigh. For such a fierce fighter, Mydei’s kisses and his love for you was so gentle and thorough, focused on kissing and sucking at your chest instead of paying attention to his hard cock standing talk between your bodies. It was pressed against your bellybutton as you writhed and wiggled in his lap, sending more waves of heavy need coursing through you down to your toes.
“I just want to feel you, Mydei.” you said with a rasp, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth as he helped you raise yourself up higher, the grasp of his cock in your delicate fingers to settle against your pussy pulling a low groan from the Kremnoan prince, waiting patiently for you to work yourself down onto his thick shaft. You shivered as your hips swirled to take more of him, a high pitched whimper in your throat as he kneads the globes of your ass you finally set fully down on his cock. The stretch, and the warm water had you weak and jelly - limbed, taking a breath with your breasts tightly pressed against his chest.
He looked at you, a long glance while his hands encircled your waist and he began to bounce you on his dick, crying out loudly enough to ensure anyone too close that the heir was taking thorough care of his lover. You felt weightless despite the heavy and intense pressure in your lower belly, coiling within you as he fucked you on his cock and you could only hold onto his shoulders as water splashed outside of the bath. You shakily reached between your bodies to touch your clit, but Mydei opted to go from moving you up and down to grind you against him — his sharp pelvis rocking against your swollen, needy clit while his fat shaft felt like it was knocking the wind out of your lungs. It was overwhelming, to the point of the tears you had been crying turning to tears of complete pleasure, your thighs trembled when your pussy tightened up around him and as your tears fell down your face salty and uninhibited, he kissed at each one he effortlessly continued to slam you down onto him again and again. You could only wail and sob his name as he fucked you, clawing down his back until the hefty throb of him filling you up with a low gravelly breath of your name alerted you of his orgasm that hit at the same time as yours. You fluttered around him wildly while he throbbed and twitched, your belly warm and your heart lighter.
Even as you let your cries turn to soft sniffles, Mydei held you carefully with comforting strokes down your spine until you peeked up at him for a wet kiss and a familiar smile that thrilled him.
“Do you feel better?” he asked, pushing your damp hair from your face. You nodded but didn’t leave his lap, tracing his red marks with a finger.
“You’re good at making me feel better, Mydei. Thank you.” you murmured, an I love you following suit as he kissed you in return. Though the affectionate words made the prince blush despite the fact he had just finished pleasuring you — he was always grateful that he was the one to share these things with you, good and bad.
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.
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summary: the little things that he does that drives you crazy and the little things you do that drive him crazy (very similar to the "random attractive things they do" concept!)
cw: kinda fluff but is suggestive at some parts (more specific cws at each character section)
word count: ~2300 total, ~760 per character
a/n: i finally finished my first yr of college and got burnt out after second semester so i need to slowly warm up to writing fanfic again by going back to the basics 😭 i swear i was 100% intending for this to be more fluffy, but then my period tracker app alerted me that i was ovulating so yeah idk lol
the type to say "that's my girl/boy/(name)" when you tell him about a recent accomplishment, no matter how big or small— even if it's something as mundane as finishing a chore you've been putting off. in the same vein, he enjoys ruffling your hair quite a bit. if you jokingly tell him off by complaining that it makes you feel like a puppy and not a person, he'll chuckle and respond, "you're just as cute as one, though."
if you're a smoker like him (or want to try it with him for the first time), he enjoys sharing a lighter when smoking your cigarettes together. if you catch him already smoking outside of the bar and want to join him, he'll happily give you a spare from his packet. but instead simply handing it over like you expect, he takes one hand and cup your chin, holding it in place and effectively keeping your gaze on his. the faint smell of booze mixed with ash curls around you in wisps, embracing you delicately.
he takes out a cigarette with his free hand and places it between your lips, the hand holding your face slightly smushing your cheeks and parting your lips for him. and in the same way he'd kiss you, he leans forward and lets the fading sparks from his cigarette butt meet yours, keeping his eyes on yours all the while. smoke wisps out of the place where your cigarette butts meet, and he pulls away as though nothing happened.
if you don't smoke, however, gallagher will respect that to whatever means. he never smokes around you, and in the case you insist on staying when he does, he'll turn his head to the side and blow out the smoke elsewhere, exposing the expanse of his scarred neck (and maybe even some marks you might've left on him). the last thing he'd want is for you to get his secondhand smoke.
but secretly… he does like it when the scent of his cigarettes cling to your clothes after you've been around him for too long. he's even switched to certain cigarrettes with a more distinct smell so that it sticks around like a cologne would. he hopes that when his regulars smell those cigarettes on you while you visit him at the bar, they know you're his.
# what drives him crazy…
conversely, he loves it when you leave your scent on him. he doesn't care if it's your natural scent or if it's your perfumes— he graciously takes anything he can get. if you do show interest in perfumes, he'll happily take you to the shops at the penacony mall, and you can't help but notice that he seems way more invested in this than you are.
he'll lie to you that he prefers sleeping over at your place because "your bed is more comfortable," but in reality, he just enjoys having your scent suffocate him completely. and on the days that you do sleep at his place, he has to have you pressed up right against him, his nose right against the crook of your neck or buried against your chest. sometimes it even weirds you out when he just takes a deep breath of your scent, let out a quiet groan, then close his eyes in bliss like you were the answers to all of his problems and questions in the universe. but you let him, and he likes being a little selfish at times.
what he loves even more, though, is when you boss him around. he's used to doing the opposite as the security officer, barking orders and scolding the rookies at work all day. but when he's in the peace of your presence, he wants to turn his head off. he hardly gives in to the idea of being the "head of the household" nonsense. besides, he thinks you look irresistible when you're irritated.
not that he wouldn't take you seriously when you're genuinely upset, of course not. but, you know, when you're standing in the kitchen scolding him about not keeping his space tidy… he can't help the way his lips stretch into a cheeky grin. your lips are forming a small pout without you even noticing, your arms are crossed to emphasize your chest, and your eyebrows are furrowed juusst enough to make you look stern and cute at the same time.
when you finish ranting with a huff, he bolts up from the sofa and is immediately on his way to the kitchen as if he were your servant (which he's not exactly against the idea of). he chastely pecks your temple with a "yes, chief," the same title that his subordinates call him at work, as he passes by you. he's just grateful to have someone to put him in his place and keep him in line. "it keeps me humble," he tells you.
so slap him around a little more, yeah?
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❝ dr. ratio ❞
cw: ratio has no sense of personal space, allusions to making out, he's lowk horny but nothing explicitly stated
# what drives you crazy…
he enjoys standing or crowding behind you while teaching or correcting you. when you use the wrong formula while solving a problem on the chalkboard, he stands closely behind and takes your hand in his, puppeteering it to write the correct formula off to the side. his hand is much larger and warmer than yours, with several callouses on his fingers from the years he spent writing with chalk. you can feel his chest lightly brush against your back and his breath graze your neck, not to mention the way his sculpted biceps and forearms contrast with your own arm.
it's the same for your essays and writing as well. rather than simply taking your paper or laptop from your desk to read by himself, ratio stands right behind your chair and plants his hands on the desk, caging you in. his head is placed right on the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your cheek and his warmth crowding all around you. you notice just how close his hands are to yours, your pinky finger twitching with the urge to interlock with his thumb.
you don't dare to turn and face him either, but you can feel his reactions— the agitated sighs when he notices a spelling mistake, the slight huffs of amusement at an interesting point, or the low, gentle hums when he approves of your argument. once he's done skimming through, he slightly turns his head towards yours, his lips dangerously close to your cheek.
"acceptable," he simply says, but in a low, intimate baritone that makes you shiver. "but i'd suggest varying your sentence structure. your arguments also lack… passion. but you're halfway there, which is more than what my students and colleagues are capable of." if he's feeling particularly affectionate that day, he'll kiss your shoulder before leaving to attend to his own studies.
he also insists on adjusting your accessories and clothes despite them looking just fine (to you, at least), and you wonder if it's simply a poor excuse to touch you. he meticulously adjusts your glasses, the collar of your shirt, and smooths out the wrinkles from your clothes, his hands brushing over your waist, hips, and thighs in the process. he even goes as far as to make sure the charm on your necklace is perfectly centered between your collarbones, his face awfully close to yours as he does so.
"students are easily distracted nowadays. if you won't wear an alabastor head like mine, the least you should do is keep your appearance tidy," he tells you with a half-feigned sternness.
# what drives him crazy…
on the flipside, ratio feels his stomach twist and flutter when he sees your tidy appearance rattled, especially if he's the cause for it. maybe your glasses are steaming from his warm breath and sitting crookedly on your nose, your makeup smudged (especially your lipstick or lipgloss, which was kissed off of you), your shirt wrinkled from the way he gripped your waist, or your hairdo now out of place from the way his other hand was holding the back of your head to keep you in place.
he finds it even cuter when you get flustered and quickly try to fix it, as if you were worried that he'd care about it. after all, he only shows this type of affection in the privacy of your home— he'd rather you show your true self to him and him only, in the same way he does when he takes off his alabastor head for you.
another important trait of your relationship, at least to him, is that you two treat each other as equals, regardless of your intelligence level— which is why he particularly enjoys it when you become argumentative and defiant against his criticisms. the only people who should take his advice as gospel are his students, and he certainly doesn't see you as one, even if you do learn from him.
he tilts his head with interest whenever you poke and prod at his reasoning. partly because he enjoys the intellectual stimulation, but also because he loves the way your soft cheek smushes slightly when you rest it against your hand, or the way you bite down on your lower lip when you struggle to understand his line of thought. in the back of his mind, it reminds him of the way he holds your face in his hands and runs his thumbs over your cheeks or the way he nips at your lip in between heavy kisses.
but of course, you never catch him daydreaming. he's too smart to let himself slip up in front of someone like you.
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❝ boothill ❞
cw: biting, hickeys, physical touch, teasing, romantic tension, there's like one suggestive innuendo
# what drives you crazy…
likes to bite or lick you, specifically your fingers. when your hands are cradling his face, he turns his head slightly to the side to bite down on your thumb ever so slightly. if you hand-feed him a dessert you were having, he'll purposefully take a bite way too big in order to lick the cream off your fingers. no matter how much you cringe, how much your nose scrunches up, or how many times you chide him, he never stops. he gets a kick out annoying you a bit, but he also just enjoys showing off his sharp teeth. his body doesn't generate natural heat in the same way it used to, which means his tongue is cold as opposed to warm— even better for making you jolt or squirm.
having sharp teeth also means leaving hickeys in the weirdest places possible, even without intending it— the palm of your hand, your earlobe, your temple, and even your forehead. his kisses always linger just a bit too long, and before you know it, there's a small reddish-purplish bruise where he had just kissed you. it gets annoying when you have to try to cover them, but there's also a weird satisfaction that comes with him marking you in places that only he could.
he also has a strange habit of patting of tapping your hips and bum, either with his whole hand, his fingertips, or just two fingers. he needs to squeeze past you? he taps your ass. you're distracted and he needs to get your attention? he taps your ass. you tell him about something you're proud of? he taps your ass with a wide, toothy grin and a "there you go, knew you could do it."
he also enjoys coaxing things out of you. he likes when you're assertive and straightforward with the things you want or the things you want to say to him. he'll eventually sit down and listen to you, but he can't help teasing you a bit beforehand.
"c'mon sweetie, what's the magic word?" he teases, affectionately brushing his fingers beneath your chin. "you gotta be clearer with your words, sweetcheeks."
even if it gets on your nerves (it does), deep down he just wants you to know that he'll do anything you want at the drop of a hat. after the teasing is over, he's already on his way to fulfill whatever mission you assign to him, whether it's getting you a late-night craving or driving you places when you don't feel like it.
# what drives him crazy…
along the same line, boothill loves when you make him work for things. whether it be your praise, your attention, or your touch, he doesn't mind it if you're being a little difficult. in fact, he prefers it when you're difficult. he loves seeing you get picky about the gifts he buys you, what restaurants he takes you to, or the gestures he does for you. knowing you from inside out is great, sure, but he hates being stagnant. he wants to keep learning new things about you.
he gets a strange thrill during that half-a-second moment where you assess the souvenir he got you after another galaxy ranger mission, your eyes dragging down the accessory in his hands. he holds his breath for a moment and prays that you'll like it, his smile hopeful. when you finally smile in return after what feels like forever, he lets out a sigh of relief and watches you gush over it.
"pshh, i knew you'd like it," he drawls as if he wasn't sweating bullets (literally?) while he was out shopping for you. "it's jus' a lil something i got. no need to get all excited, sweetcheeks."
and though he hates to admit it, he loves when you lead him on or leave him hanging. you've got this thing you like to do with his hat specifically where you'll get on your tiptoes and pluck his cowboy hat straight off of his head before wearing it on yours. he smiles slightly and sees the way you look up at him through your lashes and the brim of his hat, your hair sticking out in all the wrong ways and the hat sitting lopsided on your too-small head. your smile is soft but teasing, like you know what you're doing.
"you do know what that means, right? can't have you just wearin' anybody's hat," he says, his eyes lidded and relaxed as he tilts his head. all you do is giggle and strut off, the cowboy hat clashing with your soft pajamas. he simply clicks his tongue in response and chases after you, and even if you don't give in to his antics, at least he got to see you teasing him.
