#sub lyney

You had a long day behind you, and there was nothing sweeter than the thought of finally getting some sleep. All you wanted was to have a good rest, but to your demise you woke up in the middle of the night with something heavy on top of you. “Ops, I didn’t mean to wake you up. Oh well this will do too.” What the hell? It was a fucking person?? First thing you did was push him off of you and turning on the lights, then you thought this was some kind of weird joke. He had two horns growing out of his forehead, as well as a super long tail with a heart shaped tip. Not to mention the pink, glowing tattoo on his pelvis. When he opened his mouth again, you thought you didn’t hear right. “I’m an incubus, pleasant to meet you~ now let me feast on you, pretty please?”

An incubus, so, in other words a demon. What in the- never mind. He said he wanted to feast on you? Heck no, he woke you up in the middle of the night and is expecting you to have the energy to fuck him? As soon as he got up to try make a move on you, you flipped him over and tangled your hand in his hair, then pressed his face into your pillow. “If you are that desperate do it yourself.” Of course that little slut was into that.

He reached for his dick, but you slapped his hand away and instead grabbed his tail. “MhMngh- aaAAHhnn~!” A surprised yet blissful moan escaped him, face all red as lust fills their already sinful body. Anticipation swelling inside them at the thought of what you might do with them. That’s when they felt their own tail poking against their butt… wait wha? In the mean time you stroked it gently while whispering, “I want to watch you fuck yourself, who knows, I might reward you afterwards.” Suddenly all their previous confidence vanished as embarrassment took over. With their own tail..?? How did you even get that idea! Not even something as perverted as them had such outrageous ideas..!

In the end they could only obey without protesting, trusting their already super sensitive tail into their tight, wet hole. Each time they accidentally hit their prostate, they’d yelp and whimpers. Pretty tears are already rolling down their even prettier faces. Eyes half lidded as they whine, “mhm! Ah-ahhHh.. nghHnn~!!” All while their poor, useless dick is twitching around on its own, making a mess everywhere <3

Gojo, Sukuna, Dazai, Fyodor, Nikolai, jouno, Scaramouch, Kaeya, lyney, Ayato, Aventurine, Sampo, Jing Yuan (?), Douma - your favourites

"you did so good today."

lyney thinks he will burst if one more compliment falls from your lips. you're close—too close. your hands are all over him, teasing the buttons of his shirt, tugging at his belt loops, tracing along the lines of his jaw. he's so flustered, worked up, adrenaline still flooding through his body from his previous performance.

his hat and shoulder cape have been discarded on the makeup desk behind him, your eagerness not giving him any time to take a breath as you'd hurried him into his dressing room and painted his face with needy kisses. lyney had laughed, pushing you away to cheekily ask if you'd enjoyed the performance that much; his cockiness soon fading once the praises started tumbling out between desperate kisses against his skin.

your thigh is between lyney's parted legs, his back against the makeup desk; hands fisting the material of your shirt at your shoulders as he grinds against your thigh. he's whimpering, soft and embarrassed—a complete switch to his usual confident on stage persona and you can't help but feel the wave of pride at the way lyney can't seem to look up, fixated on the way he moves so obediently for you.

"look at you." you sigh, head tilting as you watch him fall apart against your leg. your eyes are soft but dark, taking in the desperate cant of his hips and pretty gasps with every movement.

you're not even doing anything. lyney does all the work—working himself along your thigh, fingers curling into your shirt, eyebrows furrowed with concentration to make himself finish.

he'd been so stressed for his performance, so it'd been your plan all along to let it be known how well he did. the relief of finally getting his act done was clear as lyney was so accepting to relieve himself, to let you reward him for such a good show.

"just like that," you whisper. your hand tilts his head to finally look up at you, his eyes glassy and needy, "my pretty lyney."

lyney flushes at the praise, breath hitching, "st-stop, please." though his thrusts never seem to slow, hips only stuttering a little.

you take note of that, eyebrows raising when you flicker your gaze to his desperate grinding, "you want to stop?" you press your thigh harder against him, leaning impossibly closer across body, "but you're doing such a good job for me, darling."

"mh-hah-" lyney whines, loud, at the feeling of your thigh pressing hard against his cock straining against his shorts. he doesn't seem to realise how pitchy he's getting, brain fuzzy and too focused on you and your close body and the praises and his need to show you how even better he can be.

lyney can't think when you press your hand over his mouth to stifle his increasing moans. your chest presses against his and although he never seizes to slow the movement of his hips, your close proximity and the weight of your body pressing him hard against the makeup desk forces his eyes to roll back at the friction of your thigh against his cock. he can feel himself dripping against the material of his shorts, so incredibly close to breaking from just the press of your thigh alone. the thought would've flooded him with embarrassment if he could think properly.

you force him to keep eye contact, his eyes lidded and glossed over, the only thing separating you being your hand covering his mouth. your eyebrows furrow a little at the halt of his hips, "hm? don't stop, dove. you're being so perfect for me."

he feels so hot, his throat is closed up, unable to form a coherent word except the muffled whimpers and whines. his brain is muddled, the previous anxiety of a bad performance completely erased because now he's being good for you, he's so perfect, he's doing such a good job.

and to top it off, you lean in close when he starts to rock his hips at your command, whispering the words, "good boy." and lyney could cry.

lyney's eyes threaten to close, eyebrows scrunched and pretty breathy whimpers bleed past your hand over his mouth at the words, hips stuttering against your leg. purple irises gloss over with tears of pleasure, everything all too much and all you can do is smirk a little at how fucked out the usual suave and charming magician is.

"'m gonna-" lyney mumbles behind your hand, breath quickening and he pleads with his eyes, words stopping halfway to moan noisily.

"ah-ah!" you rip away his chance suddenly, hand dropping from his mouth and you back up slightly so you're no longer situated between his legs. lyney whines, bucking into the air at the loss of friction, eyes pooling with tears.

"n-no, please, please." lyney's desperate, voice broken and whiny.

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ Aether

pretty boy aether is sensitive by his tummy and his chest.

you can't help it, there was just something fun about wanting to keep touching him where you know he will let out the prettiest noise.

when aether does an upward stretch and lets out a little sound of content as he feels his back unwind, only for it to turn in to yelp as he feels your hands grab his sides from behind, quickly travelling to his stomach and kneading the fat. he would pout, turning to look up at you and ask what why would you do that, just for you to shake your head and kept caressing him.

aether would feel quite woozy, the way you were touching his stomach should be nothing short of innocent, it was just his stomach after all and you were just massaging it after all!

but he was wrong.

his legs were starting to feel weak, the way you were caressing his sides and stomach, hands almost nearing his chest but never getting this was starting to arouse him. then he felt your lips kiss the back of his neck and he felt his knees buckle, letting out breathy whine, his hands grabbing your forearms support.

your fingers finally reached up to his chest, hands ghosting over his clothes and gave it a squeeze, fingers pinching and flicking his already hardened nipples.

you would whisper the most filthiest things to his ears, telling him that you would like to see a cute bulge in his belly as you fuck him, you wanting to play and suckle with his chest.

aether cannot take it, he was hard and his breathing was erratic, his body searching for more from you, beginning to grind his ass to your already hard cock.

you turned his head around to the side, catching his lips in a messy kiss as you kept playing with his chest, aether's body quivering as he feels waves of pleasure coming just your fingers.

aether cums, letting out the prettiest moans into your mouth as his hips spasms, his cum staining his pants.

he felt weak, his legs finally giving out and luckily you caught him before he hits the ground, hooking your arms under his legs and carrying him. you watch he tries to catch his breath, chest inhaling and exhaling, nipples poking through his shirt. you begin to walk up to your shared room, whispering to him as you walk up the stairs;

"we're not done, i meant what i said."

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ Kazuha

lovely kazuha is sensitive when it comes to his hair.

he would usually keep it tied, he doesn't want his face to be smacked by his hair if ever the weather felt like being an asshole.

but for you? when you complimented kazuha's hair when it was down, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear and saying that it suited him a lot? he started letting his hair down, especially when you're around.

especially especially when getting intimate.

after a long night of drinking with the crew of the Crux and beidou passed out drunk, you and kazuha decided to finally get some shut eye.

you would wonder how everything ended the way it is right now but you aren't the one to complain when you have sweet kazuha naked on your lap, back against your chest and his legs spread wide open all the while you have your already wet fingers teasing his hole and the other holding his hair, the grip just right to your liking.

kazuha was squirming, his face was red and his cock was leaking, watching and feeling your fingers tease his hole, slowly taking the tip in and out was driving him crazy. what was driving him even crazier was how good you were pulling on his hair.

he was letting out breathy sounds as your worked your fingers inside him, slowly pushing it in and out before setting a pace.

you whisper things in his ear, telling him of how much of a slut he was for just opening his legs for you, gripping his hair tighter and telling him that he was liking this too much.

he couldn't agree more. if he could at least.

the stimulation was getting to kazuha, he felt as if we was melting. he could feel the tips of your fingers touch his prostate as you sped up your pace and the pleasurable sting of your grip on his hair and you grip his hair tighter than before, causing kazuha to finally come undone. he whines out loud, his cock twitching as cum spurts down from his balls to a bit on the floor, his hands struggling to keep his legs open.

you watch as he comes down from his high, your hands letting go of his hair and taking your fingers out him, caressing his hair to soothe him a bit.

it didn't take long before you carried him up and laid him down the bed on his front, towering over his back and his ass pressed against you.

"seems you want more, hm? let's get the real thing inside you, pretty boy ♡"

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ Lyney

coquettish lyney is sensitive by his thighs and neck.

there was a cat and mouse game that the charming magician lyney was able to pull you in.

he found you an odd fellow but surprised himself when you were quite the charmer yourself, matching his energy. safe to say it had lyney nearly stutter out responses and eventually, you had him set on you.

lyney begins on his plans to pursue you, using the tricks up his sleeve to impress you. from giving you special attention during his shows when you attend to his conversations with you can be almost considered obscene if heard out loud, the tension between you two was always thick.

you always kept him on his toes, your words allured him and he wanted more but it seems you always find a way to escape, leaving him high and dry.

and lyney seemed to just about have had it.

so imagine during on one of your late night walks, you were pulled aside in a dark alley by none other than lyney with you back against the wall, hidden behind some large boxes. he wasted no time breaking the ice between both of you, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss and you return it, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him deeper and hearing his hat fall from his head down to the floor.

you break from the kiss, watching his hazy face look up to you, lips red and wet. you smirk, making your way to his neck and gently tracing your lips over his skin, making him shiver. you feel him grip the sleeves of your shirt as you leave trails of kisses on his neck while your hands went down from his waist to his ass, giving the fat flesh a squeeze.

lyney lets out a loud gasp before slapping the palm of his hand over his mouth as simultaneously sank your teeth gently into his neck and your fingers dragging itself from the back of his thighs to his ass.

jackpot.

you quickly turn him around, his front against your chest as you begin trying to undress his shorts, muttering about the unnecessary belts and garters he has. you tell him to unbuckle you as well and he nods, his shaky fingers unbuttoning you.

when you two were done, lyney watches in (delightful) shock as you were bigger than he thought, your hard cock slapping on your stomach, towering over his.

was that... really going inside him?

as if you were reading his mind, you motion for him to spit down on both your cocks and he does, a fat glob of saliva runs down from his mouth down to yours sending a chill down your spine. you wrap your hand around both of your cocks, running it up and down, making sure that lyney's spit covers all of it.

when you let go, he groans and shakes his head, trying to get the pleasure back but you shush him, patting the sides of his thighs and instructing him to open them.

you bring your cock between his thighs before closing them down, both you and lyney letting out a moan. you wasted no time moving, letting your cock thrust between his lush thighs, watching his face contort into pleasure as his dick rubs along your stomach.

he would have his arms around your neck, your face buried into his neck while he tries to keep quiet while you fasten your pace, lyney trying to to let his legs fail him.

as you bite hard enough that it might've drawn blood, that was the final push for him as he cums, long and drawn out whines as he spills on your stomach and feels fluids running down from thighs to his calves.

as you let him come down from his high, you slightly pull away to witness the debauched and ruined face of the once charming magician to a street whore. his make-up running down his face and body quivering in your hold, seeming to be barely coherent.

you pull him close, your lips dangerously close to his ear;

lyney’s high pitched whimpers become muffled when you thread your hand through his hair, pushing his face down into the pillows as you fisted his hair ever so slightly. his ass ripples every time your pelvis hits it, your cock thrusting into his hole slowly yet harshly.

he already turned so dumb and weak under you, fingers clawing at the material of the bedsheets. you can’t help a grunt when he clamps down around you, like he was trying to keep you inside him. his once pretty braid undoes itself every time your harsh thrusts move his body completely.

“‘s the matter? have i fucked you dumb already?” you egged him on, but all you got in response was a whine and his hips moving back into you.

“nghh… right there…” the magician hopelessly babbled as he felt the tip of your cock drag along his prostate. your hips jabbing into him didn’t stop even if he’s whining incoherent nonsense, rather they pick up in pace, lyney feeling your cock deep in his stomach, his neglected cock twitching in pure need.

every time you’d piston yourself inside him, he could feel himself getting closer to the edge, muffled cries shifting in volume as you continued. at this point, lyney couldn’t warn you that he was close, but he knew you could tell. he does trust you with his life to do such a thing to him.

“you gonna cum? then do it,” you growl deep in his ears, only making him shiver more. “cum all nice and pretty for me.”

your words—falling from your lips like a melody—was all that did it for him. with a final thrust, lyney came all over the bedsheets, arching his back high up as his cum spurted on the sheets, staining them white. but you know you’re not done, you haven’t even came yet.

when lyney snaps back into reality after his orgasm, the white dots in his vision disappear slowly as you let your hand go from his hair to allow him to breathe. of course he knows you’re not done yet, you’re still so deep inside him, so he turns his head behind him to look at you, face stained with sweat.