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darlingpwease · 1 year

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It was me! I kidnapped Yuuta, fucked him full, and tied him up! he's not leaving till I get him pregnant >:3c

⌞ 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 ⌝

you were sure that someone as perfect as he was was given to you by fate — and you couldn't afford to miss him, even if someone found your methods... "radical".

CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour (kidnapping), established relationship [?], power imbalance, pet names, begging + drooling + crying, heavy talk about pregnancy & family-making, mind break [yuuta]

dubious consent (dubcon), somnophilia, sex marathon, heavy petting, unprotected sex / heavy breeding, dirty talk + possessive talk, belly bulge + deep penetration (cervix fucking), treatment (biting, mild choking g.), praise (g., r.), multiple orgasms (g.), hyperstimulation (g.), bondage (g., tied hands), forced orgasms (g.), fingering (g.), cum inflation (g.), mild degradation (g.), worshipping (r.)

WRITING STYLE: drabble (interlude + main chapter), ±3000 words; referencing yuuta's genitals as a 'hole', 'labia' / 'lips', 'womb', 'juice' / 'cum'

DARLINGS: yuuta okkotsu x reader; dom!reader, top!reader, dark!reader, dark!yuuta okkotsu

note: meanie,,, meanie!!! bring malewife back!!!!!</3333

Even despite power and usefulness, even despite tender maturity and loving gentleness, even despite external coldness and 'coolness' — Yuuta was still the same shy, timid sweetheart, looking at you with adoring doe eyes, catching your every glance, willingly following you anywhere, but blushing when you expose "too much" skin, especially if you touch him, forcing him to hide in a corner just to not look quite pathetically desperate. It doesn't matter how long you've been together, but it always seemed as if he would never be able to take you calmly, even if you one day start dating like normal persons, instead of awkward courtship and emotionally affecting games in which there are never winners, even if his sad puppy-dog eyes always make you wonder when is the right moment to ask him.

You didn't consider yourself particularly timid, especially when he tried so hard to show the green light, practically jumping into your hands, breathlessly offering you beautiful things as some kind of gifts to the deity, following you like your shadow, trying to snuggle up to you and asking if you have a type with a face so hot that you were worried for the first time, was there still embarrassment or is it already a fever; damn it, Yuuta gets up early in the morning to cook food for you, always brings you drinks, shivers slightly when touches your skin and always insists on using reverse technique so that you are safe and he knows that everything is fine with you; he calls you to ask you to meet him at the airport, makes sure that it is a convenient time for you during calls, regularly writes to you and sends photos, remembers all possible and impossible things about you, including the most insignificant, but whenever it seemed to you that now, it's time, the right time has come,

Yuuta ran away.

Sometimes metaphorically, sometimes literally, if you were too intimate and aware of this intimacy, letting him know what you want to talk about when press him into a corner, no longer reacting to his unconscious attempts to become even smaller than you — he immediately tries to hide, like a rabbit in front of a fox, regardless of whether it was really a "corner for negotiations" or a gentle purr about the need to discuss something important. If you were a little less knowledgeable, you'd think he's just not interested in relationships, but whenever Yuuta mentions his type (whose description surprisingly resembles you), or that he thought about starting a family "with someone strong enough and ready for such a step", or that he 'would like to stay with you forever if it means that you will never be apart', — you can't get rid of the obsessive feeling that he is trying to say something by playing hot-and-cold, but you might as well have turned to Gojo for love advice to understand why your beloved behaves like a clingy puppy to immediately start avoiding and hiding when you try to check.

Because, you are sure, one eccentric man definitely understands an equally eccentric guy who will eat from your hands and let you do whatever you want with him, following you into fire and water, allowing you to manage him and his fate on your own, but once you offer him a confession — and he is no longer here, as if you were a leper or crazy, seeing something shameful dirty in these innocent things. It will be wrong if he gets naked in front of you or sees your underwear, but if it's others, then it's absolutely fine; hey, if someone needs help, he will always help, he likes to help and be helpful, even if it's something creepy and strange like "please, let's exchange festival t-shirts, I like your... design... more," because Yuuta doesn't care about such details and he's 'not so shy to worry about his half-naked body' — as long as you're not looking, of course.

If someone bothers you, they should be driven away or scared away, but don't get him wrong, there's nothing strange about that — people can't be completely trusted, they want to scare you or take you away, but Yuuta won't let them, keeping you as the most precious thing he has, like a dragon pining over gold, and if he's not careful, someone will steal you, or even kidnap.

... He is being dramatic? He's not, he's not dramatic, and he's not possessive, and he's not fixated, and he's not weird, and he's not creepy, and he's absolutely not crazy about you at all — this is, this is security, and even if you're strong, even if you're potentially stronger than him, you have to be safe and hidden, do you understand? Next to him, letting him wrap around your arm, seeing everyone who is trying to get close to you, knowing that only he will always stay by your side while others will come and go. You're his, and he's yours, — but it's, it's not weird, and it's not wrong, and he's, he's keeping himself under control, do you see? He is safe, he is normal, he is absolutely adequate and he will be anyone, if that means he will be with you, no matter what he wants, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

DON'TLEAVEHIM

He's going to be a good boy.

The best boy.

The most obedient, gentle, harmless, innocent, weak, affectionate, patient, quiet, unpretentious,

the goodest boy.

He won't be demanding, he won't be stupid, he won't be needy or clingy, he will be the one you dreamed of, anyone you dreamed of, and will do whatever you want; maybe, maybe Rika taught him a thing or two, and maybe he himself has learned more a few, but he will be the very very very most most most most most

Your touches are like a burning flame,

almost illuminating everything in the semi-darkness of the room,

even when they are so weightless, almost sliding over his fabric while you hide face in his shoulder, thoughtfully stroking him, as if not paying attention to his ruddy face, which quickly becomes nervous from the realization that you are too thoughtful today. It's not that you've never been thoughtful, but you've never been so absorbed, as if trying to make a choice while playing with the clothes, easing the internal tension. For a moment he wants to ask if he is the cause of your current mood, but instead he starts breathing shorter so as not to disturb you, feeling breath on his neck, but not understanding whether he should stop you or watch where it leads, even if your fingers slide to the button — but makes a decision when covers it with palm when your fingers touch.

Yuuta can't help but tense up, feeling that the atmosphere is becoming more oppressive, but when you take your hand away, he hurriedly presses it back, looking at you with a complex expression, not letting you unbutton it, but also preventing you from leaving, feeling an unpleasant disgusting tangle in heart. It's not like he's playing with you, right? He's sincere, he wouldn't mind you unbuttoning his jacket and everything right now, but you, well, you can't. Not now. Not in the near future. He needs to deal with, uh, this first, and... only then you can do whatever you want.

You could hug after that, or even kiss, if you let him; maybe you would stop at holding hands, not wanting to move on, or, well, let him sleep with you not only "just in the same bed", but also sleep like not sleeping, but awake all night night, being alone and not turning on the light. Maybe you would like to call this relationship something like "dating", or "engagement", or "friends with benefits", or "marriage". Maybe you would like to live together and put things together like some kind of... family.

Maybe.

“Ah?! I— I don't— I don't know... I mean— I don't have anyone right now who would be willing to start a family with me, but if someone wanted to, then I would.”

“Pregnancy and children is a little... too much, and I do not know if I can be a parent, but if anything, then I... would like a baby if my spouse wanted to.”

“I am, I am ready to become a good parent — I can become a good parent, and for the sake of our child I will be as good as possible!.. "Our child", I mean, mine and my spouse's... yes... Just so it doesn't sound weird... Not in the sense that the thought of 'our child" sounded wrong, just... Oh.”

“No, no, it's okay, I trust you! You always do everything just for me; I know you care about me. I care about you too, I would like to always help you and be there for you if that's what you would like too.”

“Even if you give me poison, as long as it's from your hands, I'll willingly eat it...”

“... mhm...”

Yuuta is soft, sweet — both outside and inside; especially when his face is so rosy, with trembling eyelashes, breathing heavily when your hands touch his delicate skin, shaking even from the feeling of your breath on it; even if he is almost always cold, freezing, needing a lot of clothes so that his thin long fingers are not comparable to ice, inside he is hot and wet, so sticky that you are not sure that you can pull fingers out of him when gently push them, letting the juice leak due to the incessant trembling from another orgasm. His clit throbs as you continue to rub it, stretching his tight hole, taking care that the juice and lube inside make him perfect for later — you haven't even started yet, this is just preparation, even if you feel like you're starting to go crazy, wanting to fuck his slutty needy hole and stuff it so that his stomach will become full with you, impregnated by you, until the only thing Yuuta can think about is you and how soon you will make him bred again.

His body is beautiful, delicious, perfect, with wet soft thighs, on which red lines appear when you squeeze them, and the pretty gentle face, so serene that you can't help but want to kiss him — especially when he whines softly, as if restraining himself, while you touch, rub, squeeze, intoxicated realizing that if Yuuta were conscious, he would blush even more, looking with shiny wet eyes at how you push fingers into his greedy hole, forcing it to make even more squelching sounds, so loud that even his breathing and moans when you touch his clit, so red and swollen from hyperstimulation, cannot drown them out. Inside, Yuuta is slippery, wet, so hot and so messy that you probably didn't even need lube when his juice flows through your fingers again, mixed with his cum, flowing out again and again to ease your thrusts, needing to squeeze everything out of you and make sure you cum right in his womb, stuffing and filling to the brim when his body is ready for breeding.

His ovulation is in three days, — not so long to wait, — but you know that even so, if you cum inside today, filling up until your cum starts to flow out of him just from the fact that you lightly press on his soft belly, then Yuuta will surely get pregnant with you, with your baby, who will mature in his needy womb. The higher the amount of cursed energy in the body, the lower the fertility, especially for sorcerers, especially for the likes of you and him, but you have more than enough time to make sure that sooner or later Yuuta will become the parent of your baby, even if you have to fuck him every day and night until his body becomes addicted from you, whining loudly like an animal in need every time you thrust into his pliable hole, drooling while you bite his skin, arching backs so that it's easier to hold on to his hips, longing only for you to fuck him senseless, no matter whether you make him throw his legs over your shoulders, put him on all fours, let him lean on a tree — it doesn't matter as long as he is full of you as deeply as ever.

When Yuuta pulsates again on your fingers, squeezing, pushing his thighs apart to take deeper, letting the juice flow even faster down your palm and thick labia, you know that he has cummed again, but you don't stop, continuing to stroke his trembling hypersensitive body, ignoring even the way he whimpers, as if he is about to finally wake up and look at all the mess he has made, seeing how many times he shamelessly cummed on fingers while you were playing with him, treating his body like your toy, tying his hands tightly enough to easily be able to bend him into a mating press or make him to ride you, easily serving you to the wet sounds of his leaking juice, soaked his thighs and labia, taking you all the way, — and understanding what you will do next when you leave hands on his hips, not letting him get out,

as if he would let you.

Yuuta has never felt so painful, so wet, so stretched and so hot when his body is so painfully empty, even though Yuuta feels himself being gently squeezed — but this caress only makes eyes water from too many sensations, drooling from itchy emptiness and being crushed by sensations, not understanding what is happening to him besides how painfully sensitive his clit is, that even careful rubbing makes him whine, wanting to pull knees to his chest if his thighs weren't so soft and trembling, being able to only awkwardly squeeze someone's body between in an attempt to stop them, but even when his glazed eyes look at you, you can't help but feel elated, knowing what will happen next, unlike him, vaguely whining something because of confused mind, realizing that you are in front of him, but being unable to understand what is happening; even when his legs are on your shoulders, while Yuuta feels even more empty inside, feeling his hole throbbing with the need to continue, and the fact that this need only further clouds his mind, vaguely realizing that you want to 'do something' and no longer trying to stop, only warms you up more.

His eyes are wet, shiny when you reach for a kiss, squeezing his thighs with hands, gently asking if he is ready for you, you are about to breed him, and you want him to watch this; after all, this is your first time, even if you definitely spend a lot of time together in the future, especially if his womb is reluctant, — and Yuuta only looks at you with glassy eyes, breathing heavily, definitely realizing what is happening and why he is in such a position, but being unsure whether he should say "stop" or let you fill his hole prepared by you, letting you make your baby inside of him, which will bind you to each other forever,

just like he wanted,

because of which you will have no choice but to choose him and stay with him, having more and more children, making him your husband and part of your family,

AS YOU ARE OBLIGED TO

you chose that, right?

you have to take him with you and make him yours

just like you are hugging him in your arms now, hearing hot breath, feeling how his hole is about to take you inside and up to the womb, which you have to fill until the calendar on phone informs you that 'period delay is too long', his pregnancy has surely come while he is whining from another orgasm.

“I'm, of course I'm ready!.. I— I want your baby; I need you to do... it... inside. In my... w-womb and, like, in my... in me — until I'm yours.”

The velvet walls of Yuuta envelop you when you fill with one push, ignoring how he almost suffocates, instantly feeling so full that his not yet restored mind is crushed again, obeying the need to be fucked until his hole starts to hurt, even if it means losing consciousness from how sensitive his swollen clit is, responsive even to light contact with your skin, which is why he squeezes you tighter, wanting to force you to stay inside and move at the same time until he begins to suffocate from the intensity, hiding his head in your shoulder or in a pillow — it doesn't matter as long as you fuck him without a break, encouraging to humiliatingly cum even if Yuuta doesn't want to anymore, but can't fight with himself, crying with sick delight, forcing him to squirm under you and awkwardly move hips towards you.

Your second push is rougher, deeper, to such an extent that he can feel his stomach filling up with you, even if his uterus seemed too far away before — he can't help but realize with unhealthy delight that you can certainly reach it and rest against it, especially if he tries to throw his knees just a little higher on your shoulders, helping in breeding only by the fact that his soft pliable hole will give you more delicious friction, making you want to get as deep as possible into his slutty hole and cum, as if if you don't do it, then you will die, being unable to even make him scream from fucking senseless, until he's only able to keep his mouth open to grab air. His face is wet, hot, red, looking at you with delight, trying to kiss with whimpering, then at how you drive into him with a squelching sound, breeding his hole, squeezing only so that you stretch him again, ignoring even his inarticulate pleas for 'more' and 'deeper', 'cum inside', 'make me a baby'.

When Yuuta can't do it anymore, rolling eyes pitifully, feeling how his body, exhausted due to orgasms, can only greedily obediently accept everything you give, letting you do whatever you want — squeezing and biting, kissing, licking while he is vaguely realize that you are already close, ready to stuff womb, kneading his hot sensitive body, reacting even when everything before his eyes is floating, being unable to cling to anything other than the thought that you are about to cum inside, perhaps to the point that everything will flow out of him, considering how tight and easily squeezing he is, as soon as you leave his hole for a while, making him feel lonely, whining until you continue; teasing him, pushing the tip only to hear his whimpering and complaints mixed with pleas, enthusiastically shouting your name and how good he is, how good you are, how his whole body feels great while you hold him so close, needy kissing to drown out the flow of praise and adoration, soon becoming many times more intense and unstable with pleas to leave him filled with you forever, never make him be lonely and empty, he can't live without what you gave him today, he can't live without you, please please please please,

“Please please please please please please—”

make him think only about you,

which are interrupted when Yuuta becomes hoarse in his voice, enthusiastically realizing that you are cumming inside him, hugging tightly to you, so warmly and intimately, so close that his heart can't help but flutter, feeling your smell and the way your heart beats while his womb is gradually filling up, more and more, until everything it doesn't start to flow out of him — just so that you don't stop kissing him, ignoring even whiny sighs about when his skin is soaked with your cum.

... When you carefully slip out, Yuuta is almost close to a disappointed moan, if there were at least a little strength in his body, but he can only relax like a rag doll, letting you snuggle as you feel comfortable, carefully pushing the leaking sperm inside — and almost immediately pushing inside stretched hole, taking care of so that nothing leaks out until you wake up to breed him again, wetly kissing his hot face; Yuuta tries to respond in kind, but instead his body responds with sweet pain, which he first wants to cure, but then allows himself to relax, letting you instead hug and hold tightly to you, whispering how good Yuuta is, so obedient, it won't take long to make him pregnant, and these the words respond with warmth in his chest, hearing that you really plan to create a family with him, even if he is like that.

But one more kiss makes him forget about it, vaguely realizing that his hands are still tied — not that it would be a problem for him to untie them,

but instead he obeys, settling comfortably for sleep when your arms are wrapped around his waist. After all, he can always talk to you about it later; after all,

you now have all the time in the world.

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rinhaler · 1 month

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the need to suck on uf sukuna's cock as girl breakfast 😔

-🧸

omg imagine waking him up like that 🥺 feeling his dick come to life in ur mouth and he slowly wakes up and starts moaning and pushing ur head down to take more of him. once he's more awake he slowly, fucks ur throat 🤤🤤🤤

#💌 — luxe mail #uf!sukuna #tw somnophilia #🧸 anon

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darby-rowe · 11 days

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back to our regularly scheduled programming! thinkin’ about piss & somnophilia today 😁

#🧸; dally speaks #cw piss #cw somnophilia #called out of work bc my anxiety was so bad this morning #that i just v*mited 🙂

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violet-eng · 1 month

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fem!reader studies Neuviotter! | Fluff 🧸 with Otter Neuvillette… 🔞with Human Neuvillette.

Summary: You're a Sumeru's researcher obsessed with Fontaine otters. So you basically adopt one... unfortunately it looks like that isn't an otter at all...

Warning: 🔞 MDNI. ALL SMUT IS WITH HUMAN NEUVILLETTE! Somnophilia, oral (fem! Receiving), p i v. Unprotected sex.

1.8k words.

Not edited.

⏜︵⊹︵⊹︵⏜︵୨୧︵⏜⊹︵⏜︵⊹︵⏜

The prestige of your research precedes you. A diligent student with a flamboyant gait, brilliant ideals and precise knowledge. You arrive at Fontaine from the Sumeru Academy with a precedent never seen before, with your lively, attentive eyes and your notebooks covered in leather the same color as your eyes.

Word spreads immediately that the wise y/n, scholar of the Academia, has come to Fontaine to study a creature that has captured your attention to leave the green land for that of the primordial sea. Could it be that you want to study a mythical creature that lives in underwater caves? Or perhaps a glorious bird has captured your thirst for knowledge?

How surprised your guides were when you shouted with excitement, unable to contain your joy like a little girl, when you spotted a little otter poking its head out of the crystal clear water. You jumped up and down, unable to contain your happiness, exclaiming how amazed you were to see one so close.

Alone, you photograph the otter and go so far as to dive underwater with it, surprised more by how clever it is than by your new curious ability to breathe underwater. What a joy it is to find a group of creatures frolicking with a clam in their midst, spinning in the water and turning to look at you. You may have been down there for an hour.

Back on the surface, sitting on a rock with your feet in the water, you jot down the details in your notebook, tracing with the vague lines of a sketch the elusive shape of the little animals. Concentrating on your task, on defining the details of its snout, you notice on the other bank an otter, different from the others, grooming its head with its small hands.

You watch it carefully, the creature seems a little larger than the others, slender and almost like a gentleman...

"A gentleman otter," you whisper, enraptured by the delicate and magnificent figure grooming itself in front of you.

The otter makes sounds as he wipes his own face, lying on the surface of the water, carving his features and nose, while his two gnawing teeth peek through his pearly fur. Its small hands wash its own belly, almost ironing its fur as if it were the robe of a great lord. Deeply adorable. You hastily sketch the picture in front of you, not missing a tender detail of the cuddly toy floating carefree on the calm current.

The otter watches you with a lost look, black eyes that seem not to contain a single thought. The bliss of the ignorant. And you wave at him from your rock with a smile.

The otter swims toward you, and when he's within striking distance, he watches you, as if studying you.

"How smart you look," you say, clutching your notebook to your chest, "and very adorable. Look at you," you show him the drawing.

The otter stares at the paper with a certain analysis, but his unmistakable expression doesn't change. Then he seems to comb an invisible curl out of his furry head and approves your sketch with a formal nod.

"What a gentleman," you squeal, climbing down from your rock and returning to get your things. The otter emerges from the water, shaking his body to dry himself from the water, though he remains fluffy.

"I thought you were waterproof," you laugh at the sight of the expressionless furball, seemingly oblivious to his adorable embarrassment, "you're different, aren't you?" you approach him with a rag, trying to dry him.

You pull him onto your lap, paws up and his belly exposed as you dry his chest with your cloth, as if he were a baby. Then you wipe his little hands and then his paws. His face is now dry. The otter played with your bracelets, making funny noises and showing his little pearly teeth.

"Do you like it?" you ask, putting it down. The Otter nods enthusiastically. "It would look very cute on you," you add, taking off one of your bracelets and placing it around his neck.

The elastic of the bracelet is lost in his white fur, and the pendant stands out as if it were the clasp of a breastplate.

"You're missing a hat, and you could pass for another Fontaine gentleman," you exclaim, pleased with the result, as the otter poses like an elegant gentleman, his small chest puffed out, almost proud of how adorable he looks.

"It's getting dark, I should get back now. See you another day, Mr. Otter," you say, slinging your bag over your shoulder and waving your hand.

The otter hurries to follow in your footsteps, prancing subtly near you, his wet nose brushing against your ankle.

"You want to come with me, huh?" you kneel before him, and he touches your nose with his paw. "Fine, fine. We'll have a sleepover."

The place you're staying in is small but cozy, and it gets even cozier when you turn on the heat and put food on the table. The otter sits in a chair across from you, on a mountain of books, and tastes several of the snacks you've served him, though you see him going crazy over some consomme purete and the big glass of pure spring water you've served him.

"You like that, I noticed," you say.

"Burp," the otter replies with a burp that he seems to regret immediately.

"You have more manners than many people," you tell him, wiping his whiskers with a napkin.

"Okay, I'll brush your teeth and then off to bed," you say happily, with the idea of reading to the little animal before bedtime.

You sit him on your sink in front of the mirror, lift his jaw and brush his teeth with your toothbrush and toothpaste, first one side and then the other, make him drink some water and then spit it out, although he swallows it.

"Not your thing to waste water, apparently."

The otter nods.

Then you brush his head, chest, back, and tail, letting him groom himself, and when you try to remove the pin, he hides it in his small hands.

"Okay, okay... I'll leave it to you," you smile.

And then you lie in bed with him in your arms, illuminated by the dim light of your lamp, holding a book with an adventure story in it. You read aloud to him, stopping when you hear him whistling and snoring.

"Good night, Gentleman Otter," you kiss him on the forehead before turning off the light and going to sleep. ....

You're not one to dream, not at all, but ever since you came to Fontaine, you couldn't help but have these nightly fantasies about Iudex Neuvillette. That stoic and serious man, how good his face would look contorted with pleasure as you sucked his cock.

You had dreamed of a similar situation many times, you had dreamed of him against you as he pinned your frail figure against his desk and thrust into you, biting your lower lip. You had had your first fantasy after a trial, thinking how manly he would look behind you, his cock buried in your ass....

All those dreams had been vivid fantasies, and tonight's took the prize.

You lay on your bed, him biting your neck as he rests behind you, his hands playing with your breasts at his whim, his tongue sliding over your skin, enjoying the nectar of your pure complexion, his cock swollen against your clothed ass.

"Mmmmhhhh, Monsieur~" you moan, writhing in his grip.

The wonderful thing about these dreams is that you don't know how you get into these situations, but you know how to enjoy them. Because from one moment to the next, the oh so taciturn Iudex Neuvillette has his face buried between your legs, tasting your folds and your clit with his trained tongue.

"Right there~" you moan, arching your back as you feel the desire well up from his mouth, his tongue drawing lustful strokes across your sex, his deep sighs stoking the fires of your passion.

His hands wrap around your legs, and for a moment you swear it's real, the way his nails dig into your skin, leaving reddened marks in their wake, and his thumbs sink into your thighs, anchored to you with no intention of letting go.

Then you feel him thrust into you, opening your silken walls in his wake, his thick cock making its way to your center, molding your walls to his erect, large form. You feel him rub against you as your insides embrace him with little restraint.

You hear him moan and feel your legs rise up over his shoulders, his cool hands at your ankles pressing down on you, thrusting slowly but deliciously, almost as if you were made for him.

"Monsieur Neuvillette~" you moan, clutching the pillows, your hips bucking at the growing warmth in your belly, your hands seeking your own pleasure.

"Warmer than I thought," he whispers, "

it is almost like n your dreams... though this time it feels so real...

You look at him for the first time, his face sweaty, his cheeks flushed as his locks of white hair fall down your legs. His strong arms hugging you, his pecs rising and falling, holding breath... lower down, his chiseled abdomen twitching as his cock buries itself relentlessly inside you.

The sound of his balls against your skin blows your mind and makes you realize that it's not a dream, that Iudex Neuvillette is really fucking you (and very well, much better than you expected).

"Monsieur..." you try to sit up, but he has touched your cervix with his cock, and you do nothing but collapse under him, filled with the pleasure of his gentle thrusts.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks you reverently, in a tone of sublime courtesy and lofty superiority, as if he were not mercilessly fucking you at his whim while you sleep.

"Don't stop," you whimper between words, not wanting to waste the opportunity you've been dreaming of since the first time you saw him, "damn it," you exclaim at the wave of heat surging through your chest and legs as you hear him chuckle under his breath, quite pleased with what he's managing to make of your body.

The orgasm hits you warm and rough, just as Neuvillette did with his cock, careful not to leave his seed inside of you. And your breath comes back as you feel him caress your back as if to reward you.

You feel his lips on your forehead, and the way his arms hold you beside him as your eyelids droop at the inevitable.

"How did you get here?" you babble, half asleep, caressing his chest as he draws soft circles on your arm.

"You invited me," he whispers as he brings your hand to his neck where your bracelet encircles his skin and the charm falls to his chest.

"You'll explain it properly tomorrow," you murmur between confused shuffles...

#genshin impact smut #neuvilette smut #neuvilette x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact #neuvillette #neuvilette genshin #Neuviotter #otter #Otter Neuvillette #genshin #genshin x reader

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dollfacefantasy · 3 months

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Teddy Bear 🧸

pairing: chris redfield x fem!reader

summary: you cuddle with your boyfriend to stay warm during the night, but being so close to you gets him worked up even in his sleep

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, somnophilia, daddy kink, cockwarming

word count: 2.1k

a/n: i’m cold and tired and this is the result 😔 comments and reblogs are much appreciated <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus

You’re fast asleep in the cold darkness of your bedroom. The light of the street lamp outside leaks in through your window, streaming over your bed. You have the plush gray comforter draped over your body and your pale pink throw blanket tangled around your legs.

Though, the main source keeping you warm tonight is your space heater of a boyfriend lying next to you. Chris always ran hot in his sleep. His bicep was currently radiating heat through your head from its position beneath your cheek. He was on his back right now, mostly uncovered since you had the blankets.

You’re sleeping peacefully, soft breaths coming out in little puffs from between your lips. You stir when you feel the mattress shift as your boyfriend rolls over. Suddenly, you’re engulfed by his muscular form. His chest presses against your back, and his arm that’s not acting as your pillow wraps around your waist and snakes under your shirt.

You mumble some sleep-addled nonsense as he pulls you even closer and nuzzles his face in your hair. Your sleepy eyes crack open. With some slow blinks, you’re awake just enough to walk the line between consciousness and sleep. His relaxing warmth kept you trapped in that hazy state, unable to wake up fully.

He holds you like you’re his own little teddy bear. You squirm slightly, trying to adjust yourself as best you can, but it was difficult when his body kept you locked in that comfy position. A sleepy whine leaves your mouth as Chris nestles you deeper against his body. He grumbles softly at the noise but doesn’t wake.

Your presence was seeping into his unconscious mind. The faint sound of your whimpering combined with the pressure of your half-assed wriggling began to infiltrate his innocent dreams and transform them into something more explicit. Suddenly, you were all he could smell, all he could feel, and he wanted more. A craving for you began blooming the pit of his belly as the soft flesh of your ass brushed against his length.

By this point, you had basically acclimated to the snug position and begun falling asleep again. You were out of it enough to the point that you didn’t feel his cock start to grow stiff against your ass.

You had gone still, but it was his turn to move now. His hips gently rut against you in his sleep. He leans against your smaller form to get some more pressure on his dick. He mumbles something against your ear, his hot breath fanning over the side of your head.

“Baby, baby, baby…” he murmurs into your hair.

He continues rolling himself against you, getting harder with each small motion. He breathes deeper as his arousal continues to blossom, inhaling your scent as much as he can. It just makes his dreams more realistic. Makes him feel like he’s really got you folded in half beneath him while balls deep in your pussy.

His rocking movements aren’t enough to rouse you. What does wake you is when he starts messing with your blankets. He was still sleeping, only pushing them away out of a subconscious desire to have more of you. Haphazardly, he shoves the coverings down your legs and leaves your hips exposed to the cold air. He groans deeply once more of you is available to him. He could feel the warmth of your ass against the outline of his cock.

All you had worn to bed was a skimpy pair of panties and one of his shirts. It didn’t give you much insulation or coverage, so the cold air surrounding you was enough to draw you out of sleep and back into that dreamy middle ground.

“Chris…” you whine and squirm. You pointlessly tug on the covers to try and get them back, but they’re all tangled up between your legs.

While your noises come from a place of discomfort, they don’t register that way in your boyfriend’s unconscious mind. Almost as if you’re triggering some sort of prey drive, the delicate whimpering and fidgeting only boosts the primal urge within him.

“Good girl… daddy’s got you,” he mumbles.

Even in your dreamy state, that phrase ignites your desire for him. And to make matters worse, or maybe better in your case, his hand snakes under the faded gray fabric of your shirt and finds its place on one of your tits. At first he gently kneads it, but after only a few squeezes, his hot palm settles on your breast. It was almost like he did it for comfort, just something soft to hold while he pleasured himself with the mere feeling of your curves.

You shift your thighs together, searching for some friction. The increased movement has Chris shifting further on top of you and pushing you into the mattress.

His face rests in the crook of your neck, and you can sense he’s starting to wake up, the sensations growing too intense for him to stay completely unaware. His breaths become more shallow and less rhythmic. His grip on your tit tightens. You really couldn’t move him off now, his larger frame boxing you in.

“Chris,” you whimper again.

“Hm?” you hear his sleepy hum. His hips don’t stop moving.

“You’re crushing me,” you whine.

“‘M sorry, baby bear,” he mutters.

Despite his apology, he makes no move to get off you. It’s ok though. It doesn’t bother you as much as it would have because he called you that. One of your favorite things to hear. Those two words, baby bear. Always just made you feel so docile and content.

“Feel so fucking good,” he grumbles.

He keeps humping your ass. A small wet patch had formed on the front of his boxers from the precum leaking out of the swollen head of his cock. His fingers weakly massage your breast and lightly pinch and pull at your nipple.

“I wanna feel you too,” you say as slick begins collecting between your thighs.

He moans quietly and kisses your neck a bit. “Have I been neglecting my sweet girl? My baby needs some relief too, doesn’t she?” he tiredly coos.

“Mhm,” you whimper.

“Don’t worry, honey. Daddy’s gonna make it better,” he grunts.

He’s reluctant to stop the constant stream of pleasure he gets from rutting against you, but he forces himself to pull away just so he can shove his boxers down. He pumps his cock a few times before tugging your underwear aside and slotting himself between your folds.

He doesn’t push inside of you yet. He just rocks back and forth, enjoying how your arousal coats his shaft. It feels like he’s holding you tighter as he does this, but that could be due to the condition you’re in, drowsy with lust.

Both of you have your eyes closed, softly panting and moaning as you just feel the other. The tip of his cock slides over your clit multiple times, and each time his tummy flutters at the little whine you release.

“You’re so wet, baby. Did I wake you up or do you dream about me too?” he asks. He wasn’t too sleepy to tease. That was for sure.

“You woke me up,” you whine. You, on the other hand, were too tired to come up with any kind of witty response.

“Oh, ‘m sorry, baby. Not my fault though. Can’t help popping a boner cause you’re so fucking perfect. My dick knows it even when I’m passed out,” he says.

“Put inside, ‘m tired,” you whimper, not in the mood to tease while you were so sleepy.

“I know you are, baby bear. You’re being such a good girl for me. Letting daddy use you even when you’re so tired,” he mutters and plants some kisses on your face.

After what seems like an eternity, he finally angles himself to enter your warm hole. His hips move forward. He’s buried inside you before you can even comprehend the tip stretching you out. Your fingers clutch your pillow as you whine. Your legs squirm around a bit, but Chris makes sure you’re positioned how he wants.

“Good baby. I know you love that tight fit,” he whispers, “Are you feeling good? Getting what you need too?”

You nod mindlessly, simply happy to be full.

“Daddy…” you whimper. But this time it’s not a whimper of impatience or command. He hears the shift in cadence. Your little noise comes from a place of pure love. The need for him to hold you close and keep you safe.

“I’m here, baby,” he responds.

He starts rocking his hips, dragging his cock between your slippery walls. He lets out a deep groan and takes in a shaky inhale. Wet noises sound from your lower bodies connecting. His hand not on your breast slides down your body to find your clit and swipe at it through your slick.

“You’re so fucking wet. You love me using you like a toy. Humping you like you’re a little doll,” he murmurs.

“Mhm,” you whine. Your hips jerk as the rough pad of his middle finger swirls on your sensitive bundle of nerves, “Like when daddy’s needy.”

That makes him laugh a little.

“Yeah? Needy just like you, hm?” he teases.

You nod with a sweet smile on your face. He continues thrusting, motions becoming languid as he continues on. You’re both breathy and whimpering at different points, clinging to each other. You weren’t cold at all anymore despite the lack of blankets. Everything felt soft and warm now, comfortable and hazy.

It just felt so nice. You were pretty sure you would’ve fallen asleep again if not for Chris’s finger playing with your clit. The sparks of euphoria become more frequent and make you twitch and writhe in his grasp. You felt your peak approaching and he did too. He pushes down a little harder, in turn, causing your cunt to flutter around his cock as it slides in and out.

“Know you’re gonna sleep good after this, precious,” he murmurs as he tries to stroke even deeper, “You’re always knocked out after I fuck you good.”

“You’re gonna pass out too, probably gonna crush me again,” you whine.

“Of course, I will. Gotta keep my baby bear close. Make sure you stay warm,” he says.

His breathing gets ragged, and now he’s definitely holding you tighter. You know he’s definitely reaching the finish line as his finger spasm on your clit. The sharp movement nearly makes you cum, but you hang on for a little longer.

“Gonna fill you up, baby. Get you nice and full so you can rest like you deserve,” he whispers.

His hips slap against your ass harder as he barrels towards his release. He’s grunting into your neck, holding you tight as your body bounces from the constant movements. He’s panting and you’re whining when, finally, his limbs lock around you and a long moan comes from his throat.

He starts spilling his cum inside you, making good on his word. He’s stuffing you full. His hips keep thrusting, ensuring it gets deep, completely flooding you. You shudder at the feeling and melt in front of him. As he starts to come down, he works his fingers faster, getting you to your own high. Just as he’s settling down, you reach the high. You jerk and twitch, eyes rolling back and hips bucking forward. He whines from the overstimulation of you contracting around his spent cock, but he pleasures you through it till you’re definitely finished.

The two of you lie there, both unwilling to disconnect from each other. You’re sinking into the mattress, already slipping back into the sweet depths of sleep. His hand falls from your breast and rises from your cunt to meet in the middle and hold you close by your waist. Lazy kisses land on your neck.

“Sorry I woke you up, sweetheart,” he whispers.

“You don’t gotta be sorry,” you say.

“Guess not,” he chuckles and pecks you a few more times.

He stays inside you, keeping you wrapped around his now soft cock. It was comforting, soothing in a weird way. Gave you that sense of security you were always craving. You don’t want him to pull out. As if he can read your mind, he whispers in your ear.

“Get some sleep, baby. I’m staying right here. Gonna keep you full while you sleep, make sure this pretty pussy knows who she belongs to.”

You nod and nestle yourself into your pillows to drift off.

“I’ll keep you warm. You won’t even need to hoard all of the blankets now,” he teases before shutting his eyes and starting to drift off himself.

#chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x y/n #chris redfield x you #chris redfield imagine #chris redfield smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil imagines #resident evil x you

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whygalaxy · 1 month

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Can i request that the reader and Quackity visit his or hers family/friends house and they try to have sex “quietly” but they end up hearing it

Stay quiet

♡⃕ Relationship} Quackity x Fem!Reader

♡⃕ Summary} "Cellbit invites Quackity to a project, he takes you along. You end up having to sleep at Cellbit's house and Quackity gets horny"

♡⃕ TW.} NSFW; Smut; Semi Public Sex; Slight Blood; Cum inside; Mild Somnophilia; Unprotected sex.

♡⃕ Notes} English is not my first language, there may be mistakes. I’m sorry for anything. )

You traveled to Brazil together with Alex. He was invited to participate in something Rafael (Cellbit) was planning to do, and you went as his companion.

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“Thank you so much for letting me stay at your house” Alex says when he arrives at Rafael’s house. He had let you spend time at his house, claiming it was his “fault” that you two had traveled to Brazil.

You had plans to stay in Brazil for two days, so Rafael had no problem leaving you two at his house.

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Currently you two were in the guest room of Rafael's house.

It was already one o'clock in the morning and the two of you were lying down, almost falling asleep. You were lying on your side, your back pressed against Alex's chest while his arms were wrapped around your hips.

You weren't fully asleep when you felt Alex start kissing your neck. “Alex… please… it’s one in the morning…” you moan sleepily.

“Sorry, mi mullida. But I can't resist when you wear my shirts…” He says, his hands moving under the shirt you were wearing, heading towards your breasts.

You helped Alex with Rafael's project, when you finished it was almost one in the morning. You decided to wear one of Alex's shirts as pajamas since it was much easier and you were so tired.

Alex continued sucking purple marks on your neck while squeezing your breasts. This woke you up, and you began rubbing against the bulge growing in his sweatpants.

“Fuck, mi amor, you really are a tease…” He groans. He stands up, pushing you to climb on top of you. He lifts your shirt enough to show your breasts, he bends down to suck one of your nipples while playing with the other.

You moan particularly loudly, making Alex put a hand over your mouth. "Be quiet. We're not alone…” He whispers, you forgot for a moment that you were at Rafael's house, and his room was close to the room you two were in.

Alex pulls down your wet panties, and then pulls down his sweatpants. He lets out a sigh of relief when his cock finally frees itself, precum oozing from the tip.

He spreads the precum around his cock to act as lubricant, he gets on top of you and positions himself in front of your tight entrance. He gives you a kiss to shut you up as soon as he enters you, you moan into the kiss.

Alex's thrusts were slow but deep, he was trying his best not to make the bed creak. You held his back tightly, scratching his gray tank top.

You tried your best to hold back your moans, biting your lips to the point where blood came out. Alex did the same, biting your neck to keep from letting out moans.

You can't help but moan loudly when you finally come, biting his shoulder to keep any moans from coming out. His thrusts were getting sloppy, and soon he stops brutally, thrust deep inside you.

He comes, biting your neck too hard to the point where blood comes out, to prevent moans from coming out. He pulls out of you, falling next to you.

You were both panting, he pulls his sweatpants back on, and gets up to grab your panties, helping you put them on.

He pulls you closer to him, hugging you with a stupid smile on his face. “Holy shit… that was… incredible…” he whispers in your ear, the idea of being caught along with the adrenaline made it all so much more exciting.

“I agree… but now, let’s go to sleep…” You say, snuggling into his chest. He laughs, kissing your forehead as a good night.

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You two were together with Rafael and Lorena, having breakfast. You were calmly eating toast until she said, “you know you two could have gone to a Motel, right?” You and Alex choke on your food, did they hear you?!

You both look at them blushing and wide-eyed, while Lorena laughs and Rafael rolls his eyes.

♡⃕ (I'm not sure how to translate this. But motel is an exclusive accommodation for adults with a focus on sexual relations)

#quackity x reader #quackity x you #quackity smut #quackity fluff #quackityhq #alex quackity #quackity x y/n #quackityhq x reader #quackityhq x you

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emeritus-fuckers · 7 months

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Papa Emeritus IV/Cardinal Copia Masterlist by emeritus-fuckers

What do these emojis mean?

ONESHOTS AND DRABBLES:

♡ Every breath you take ⸸ Yandere Cardinal Copia x Reader

COMING SOON. Written by Nosferatu.

♡ Sick Like Me ⸸ Yandere!Papa Emeritus IV

Written by Nosferatu. Part of the 2023 Music Event. // 🔪🩸 DISCLAIMER: Please read the CW section before reading the fanfic itself.

♡ Mama ⸸ Papa Emeritus IV

Written by Nosferatu. Part of the 2023 Music Event. // 🥀💔 // 🚫💘

♡ The Main Character ⸸ Papa Emeritus IV

Written by Nosferatu. Part of the 2023 Music Event. // 🥀💔 // 🚫💘

♡ Biggering ⸸ Cardinal Copia

Written by Nosferatu. Part of the 2023 Music Event. // 🚫💘

♡ “Player 3 loading...” ♡ Copia x gn!afab!Reader

Written by Nosferatu. // ☁️🧸

♡ Face paint date with Copia

Written by Nosferatu. // ☁️🧸

♡ Dancing in the rain with Copia

Written by Nosferatu. // ☁️🧸

♡ When you aren’t in the mood - GN! Reader

Written by Death.//🫦🔥//☁️🧸

♡ Yandere Cardinal Copia falling in love at first sight

Written by Nosferatu. // 🫦🔥//🔪🩸//⚠️🚨 tw for non-con and somnophilia

HEADCANONS: (will be "renovated" later-)

Copia with an awkward, easily flustered s/o (headcanons)

Drunk Copia and the Grammi celebration (headcanons)

Yandere Copia and Sister Imperator headcanons

Face paint date with Copia (oneshot/drabble)

Dancing in the rain with Copia (oneshot/drabble)

Copia with an s/o who loves being overstimulated (headcanons)

Dracopia headcanons

Copia with an insecure plus sized s/o NSFW headcanons

Copia as a dad headcanons

Trans Copia headcanon

Comfort after losing a loved one headcanons - Primo, Copia, Mountain, Swiss, Sodo, Rain and Cumulus

Copia's kinks

Copia helping his s/o with an anxiety attack

Terzo and Copia comforting their s/o

Copia with s/o who loves his thighs

Ghost characters comforting their s/o after the loss of a pet

Hopeless romantic Copia headcanons

Copia taking his s/o's virginity

Yandere Cardinal Copia headcanons - tw for noncon somnophilia, a bit spicy

Cardinal Copia with a darling who bursts into tears at the mention of doing art

Copia with a touch starved s/o

Copia finding out he's a dacryphiliac

Raising baby Copia with Sister Imperator

Papa Emeritus IV with an s/o who has benign essential tremors

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iv x reader #copia #copia x reader #cardinal copia #cardinal copia x reader

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hall0ween-twn · 1 year

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corey's kinks - pre and post michael

a/n: i uhh i really struggled with his kinks post michael so theres only two instead of three. anyways, my inbox is open if you wanna talk. :)

minors and cishet men dni. smut under the cut.

🧸 PRE MICHAEL 🧸

praise kink: please, praise him for everything he does. he’s eating you out like it’s his last meal? you’re so good! you’re sucking him off? what a good boy! he’s fucking you into the mattress? you’re so good to me! it’s cute watching the words get to his head.

cockwarming: he likes cockwarming because he doesn’t want to detach from you or he’s afraid you’ll leave him. plus, you just feel so good around him, your warmth hugging him so tightly.

humping: you know those huge teddy bears you normally get around valentine’s day? yeah well, corey bought you one for you to cuddle with whenever he couldn’t stay the night. one day, he came over to your place while you weren’t there and saw the bear on your bed. has he thought about you humping it? yes. is he now humping it while thinking about you? also yes. he can't help it, the teddy bear smells just like you.

🔪 POST MICHAEL 🔪

marking/claiming: claiming you to show the town that you belong to him and him only? yes please! corey’s very possessive over you and would do anything to show that. hickeys and bruises everywhere. he also wouldn’t be opposed to craving it into your skin but he won’t burn it onto you. he wants you to do the same to him.

somnophilia: once he met michael and started coming home later at night, you casually told him that he could use you whenever he came home late. at first, he hesitated because he felt weird about it, then he had a particularly rough night and saw you wearing one of his shirts to sleep, causing him to snap and fuck you into the mattress instead of fucking into his hands.

#[twn] hard thoughts #[twn] ends canon!corey #corey cunningham smut #corey cunningham x reader #slasher smut #slasher x reader

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darlingpwease · 1 year

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When will reader go mad? when will the reader go insane just over Yuuta's presence? An untamable killing force that doesnt let anyone touch or even look at Yuuta for too long. They are a danger to everyone and everything... But Yuuta. They lie to yuuta about have their actions are normal for any lover, but yuuta knows better. He knows that this is going too far and yet, he's compliant with it. Reader is violent and doesn't care about others. Yuuta appears as a damsel in distress but likes it.

Yuuta can try and does try to "help" reader. To calm them down and make them less violent. But it makes them worse!

love like mine!

CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour (possessiveness, clinginess, obsessiveness, jealous, worshipping r.), mention of violence (fighting, blood, mention of killing [talk]), name-calling (boy) & pet names (slutty), mind break [yuuta]

consensual noncon (cnc), hypersexuality, heavy petting, somnophilia, sex marathon, unprotected sex / breeding, belly bulge + deep penetration, dirty talk + possessive talk, rough treatment, oral sex (r., g.) hyperstimulation (g., r.), multiple orgasms (g., r.), cum inflation (g.), praise (g.), degradation (g.), mild dumbification (g.),

WRITING STYLE: drabble + headcanons, ±2000 words; reader's genitals are ambiguous but implied as a dick ('cum')

DARLINGS: yuuta okkotsu x reader; dark!yuuta okkotsu, dark!reader, dom!reader, top!reader

Yuuta knew that you loved him.

It wasn't some kind of secret, and it was more than mutual, even if he wasn't such a nervous mess when confessed, talking about how he is very very very very very... thinks you're so cute and so smart and impressive and amazing and so so... breathtaking, and your face looks really good for, uh, his, ugh, well... like, like lips, and, like... Like "he doesn't know how long you've been standing there, but you convince him that you haven't heard anything when try not to look at his face, blush with shame and excitement".

If you could, you would bite him

Yuuta knew that you loved him, and it was more than mutual, but he would rather walk behind you like your tail, cling to your clothes, constantly chat about you and cling to you, as if in search of warmth, as if you were the only one who could make him so needy and intoxicated, whining sleepily until you get back to him, cooking food for you and being ready to take care of you, than admit his feelings to you first, constantly worried by thoughts that your feelings are not like that, that you may not think about him like that, that your love is certainly not like that, that person like you can't fall in love with someone like him.

But even if others were... intrigued enough by this relationship, you always just said that he was 'your' — and that was enough for Yuuta. You were sure that he was yours, he belonged to you, and if someone wants him, then they will have to face you first, — and it was even more satisfying than you thought at first, seeing his happy face as he huddled up to you, spending time until one of you had things to do. It was as if he was puppy, who followed you and nuzzled your leg when you turned away from him, pressing his ears to head and whining until you pet him.

You didn't mind, actually. It was nice to have someone on a, huh, leash.

Yuuta liked to lie in bed even if he didn't want to sleep, got up hard in the morning, was not picky about food (except for some things) and liked when your things were matched, like identical key chains or t-shirts with a picture divided into two or having phrases that are understandable only when you are together. He often did not sleep until late at night, although went to bed early, had a lot of relaxing apps on phone, sometimes bought "couple" portions of food when passed by beautiful cafes that he once wanted to visit with Rika, becomes shy when you playfully exposed "too much skin" or saw something that "should not have seen", blushed with his ears and neck, easily cried from excess of feelings, loved to be near you even if you did nothing, easily scared of horror movies and loved romantic ones. Sometimes he looks somewhere and smiles, and looks at you so lovingly when he thinks you can't see; cries so easily from sad stories and movies, but always says that it doesn't matter and everything is okay, even if his wet red eyes can be seen from a kilometer away; sniffs softly when lies on you, while some silly movie is on TV, — but you can only watch how eyelashes tremble while he is blissfully asleep, warmed up and comfortably laid down.

Yuuta was so cute that sometimes you wanted to pick him up and keep him forever.

Yuuta is not sure if everything is okay when you become more annoyed and frustrated. It's not that you were angry at him or disappointed with him, but you were angry and disappointed, even if brushed off his questions and said that it didn't matter, reaching out to him, snuggling intimately, letting him feel your breath on his skin and how peacefully your heart beats, although your the body was uncomfortably tense. You often stroked him when comforted, but when he stroked you, trying to be as gentle and loving, you ask him to stop, almost biting his neck, and it would be better if you bit him, pinched him, squeezed him, hit him than to remain so silent, as if silently accusing him. As if it was his fault.

... Maybe it really was his fault? Of course, he can't remember that he did something wrong, he does everything you want, he always tries to make you happy, — but when you continue to be silent, not calming down at all, but only becoming even more tense, he feels disgustingly vulnerable, squeezing you in his arms, but knowing that he will not hold you if you want to leave. In the end, you are still restless, ignoring both words and touches, as if about to pounce on someone who will appear in your field of vision, and Yuuta wanted to say something about it, but his tongue was unpleasantly slurred when he looked at you.

“... Everything, everything will be fine. It's fine.”

You have a calm expression on your face, but his heart was beating as if from euphoria when you only press closer to him, touching his neck with your lips, almost scorching it — but it felt like if he tried to hide, moving away sensitive skin from the tantalizing heat, and you would leave, losing all interest. When you ask him if he likes Maki, his heart skips a beat — just like when you talk about Toge, teasing him with the feel of your fangs while he licks dry lips, shyly telling you that yes– but not in that sense, not in the one you're thinking about. He likes them, but not, not like some. Not like, uh, some other people.

Not the way he likes

“... you.”

you.

If he loved anything as much as you, if he adored anything as much, then he would have died; his heart physically won't be able to handle it one more time. Especially when you are silent, and Yuuta knows that if you get up now and leave without an answer, the earth will open up and he will fail, — if he does not die of broken heart, knowing that he only made it up and made it worse, he always makes it worse. In the end, he might as well say this when you are seriously busy, like "hey, you know, I really love you and if you wanted, I would kneel in front of you without any extra thought, just like that, by the way, if you're interested, lol." As if you don't have enough worries anymore and he urgently needs to load you with another one to make you even worse.

What an idiot he is.

... You taste even better than he imagined.

When you wipe away his tears, you seem completely different than were just recently — it doesn't matter, though. When you touch him again, without saying anything, but stroking him, Yuuta notices for the first time how freely he sighs, like all the pressure has disappeared, leaving only you lying on his chest.

♡ Yuuta knows that you don't do well when he pays too much attention to others. This is normal, he knows that you want the best, even if sometimes you get too carried away, dragging him away, distracting him, taking him away — preventing from talking to others, as if confirming how dependent he is on you. After all, he doesn't need anyone but you, and you don't need to remind him of that, right? He is yours, has always been yours, — and Yuuta agreed with that, so what has changed? Do you really have to change just because something went wrong? Did he change because of what? Is it because of them? After all, even after he became yours, they still get in the way, don't they?

If you could, you would destroy everything that hinders you and him — both; that prevents him from trusting you and understanding that you are doing what is necessary, that this is a common thing that couples do. In the end, you should be the only one he look at for so long and so in love — and this is the usual desire of lovers, all lovers are so obsessive and possessive. Any lover will be against their beloved looking at others and wanting other people's views, and there is nothing strange that sometimes you have to be more aggressive. It's just, huh, courtship.

Didn't he see in the movies how they climbed up the chimney to the window of their loved ones? After all, you are doing essentially the same thing — only instead of a chimney, you climb up to him at night, knowing that he is still awake, waiting for you, but without revealing it, breathing heavily when you get under his blanket, warming his cold stomach with hot hands, hearing his heart beat intoxicated with delight and fear of being caught. Yuuta is wet and warm, easily letting you undress and feel how excited and prepared he is, knowing that you will come so that you can not waste time on anything other than fucking him senselessly, ignoring even how much everything will be heard from the outside and how compromising he will look later, with trembling sticky thighs covered with bites and hickeys.

and it's definitely not in his best interest to remove these marks.

When you gently stretch him, holding your hand on his stomach, whispering about how needy and hot he is inside, as if convincing you to stay inside and not move anymore, to bind yourself to him forever, you are not sure if he is sleeping or still awake, — but when his belly fills up again under his inarticulate whining and trembling from another orgasm, while his eyelashes are sleepily fluttering, you can't find the strength to wake him up, kissing the warm skin before changing the pose. It doesn't matter — while he looks so fragile as if you only need one rough touch to break, Yuuta whining enthusiastically when you grab him by the hair, fucking his throat to his purring and gasping moans, even when his eyes are watering, so nothing will happen if his stomach becomes a little softer when you cum inside again, without letting anything leak out.

And even despite his difficulties, he looks perfect when you are inside, as if he was really created for you and only for you, being unable to accept anyone as well as you — neither emotionally, loving against all odds, nor physically, when his stomach becomes bulging from a single push.

It would be amazing if he could stay like this forever: ruddy, panting, warm, filled and blissful, marked by you, — as if fulfilled his destiny as your beloved, definitely given to you by heaven (only if you are this "heaven").

But even when you whisper to him that he is yours, only yours, Yuuta presses even closer to you through a dream, as if confirming this.

♡ If you could, you would scratch out the eyes of anyone who looks at it for too long. This is right, absolutely right, and you tell him the same thing when hug, kissing his neck, assuring that you just don't like when others look at him, he doesn't like other people's attention either, and Yuuta can only agree, feeling how you become satisfied, knowing that he understands this. Of course he understands — how could it be otherwise?

Even if it's a little cruel, if you destroy everything that poses a threat, there will be no threat, and even if you need a little blood, well... Yuuta justifies any means. If you were giving up just for something like this, you might as well let others hug your beloved, kiss your beloved, fuck your beloved, love your beloved — because you are above fighting. If it's just the need to be strong that makes you give up, then are you worthy? If you are afraid of the need to protect the treasure, then do you have the right to own it? If he's willing to do anything to keep you, but you can't protect him, then wouldn't it be better to just give up and leave?

... Even if others are not very happy, by the time you start, everything is over for others; no murders — but for some reason everyone understands that it's better not to even look at him if they don't want to lose their eyes, although you tell Yuuta that you don't know why. After all, shouldn't he be making sure that your eyes don't come off him, instead of keeping an eye on others? Maybe he also wants other people for himself, huh? Isn't you enough for him? Are you not good enough? In love couples, this is called "cheating" — but Yuuta is so desperately in love, almost going crazy when he hears your words, that you never talk about it again, advising only to be not so interested about other people's views if he does not want to lose yours,

and this is enough that he never asks again.

Even when Yuuta sees blood on you one day, but you console him with the words that it is not yours and you did not kill anyone at all. You would never dare — unless he wants you to; in the end, lovers do everything for each other, fulfilling desires and making life easier, helping each other and going hand in hand.

His body twitches from excessive stimulation, but he only greedily-timidly kisses you, whispering how much he loves you, that you are everything to him, even when you tease for how slutty he behaves, spreading his legs as soon as you want, as if constantly thinking about you and how you fuck him, even when you still smell slightly of blood, and Yuuta is too excited, knowing that you smell like that partly because of him.

♡ You're not okay. You're definitely not okay. Yuuta knows this when you become more and more impulsive and hungry, as if having tested his limits and realizing that there are none, you begin to lock him up, looking at how much he will be enough — sweet precious Yuuta, loving when he is hugged around the waist and kissed-biting his tender neck, and when you climb up to him at night, saying that he belongs to you until his brain closes off from the intensity, and when he gets on his knees, trying to calm you down, and when you call him such a good boy, so obedient and handsome, and when you make him choke, saying that he does not need to think, but only obey and please you,

and when he wrap his arms around you, holding you so tightly that you might as well merge with him.

Yuuta knows that you are not okay — no one who is okay will be like that when others look at their lover, but Yuuta gets even more excited when he feels how angry you are, seeing that he attracts attention, and kiss him hungrily in the corner, saying that he is only yours and only for you until his head gets dizzy and his knees start to weaken. If you were a little less decent, you would put him on his knees right there, letting everyone see how he drooling, crying while enthusiastically pleasuring you like a good lover, and he would not even pretend to resist, serving so desperately as if you could leave him at any moment — even if you decided leave him in the room and tie him up so Yuuta doesn't run away.

You are not okay, absolutely not okay, and when others notice it, Yuuta feels other people's pitying looks, knowing that he is in a relationship with someone like you, and hears anxious questions about how he is and whether everything is fine, but he only kisses you adoringly. "Is he okay?" Of course! Why such a question?

If he could, he would wear something that would make it clear that he is yours — if it only makes you feel calmer, knowing that you don't need to protect him like that anymore, since he won't run away anywhere else.

Even when others start to shy away, Yuuta knows that yes, something is wrong, but it's not your fault — he knew what you were like, and you never hid it, so it's his responsibility to calm you down and take care of you if he's the one who makes you feel that way. In the end, he only makes things worse, but he knows that you will listen to him even if everything goes wrong. You love him while he adored you, and he understands that you are only protecting him.

It's just a "love thing", it's "courtship", even if others don't quite understand, just looking at him as a helpless vulnerable damsel in distress.

But you are not a sea monster and he is not tied to a rock and naked; and even if he were, he does not need to be rescued.

Maybe he likes it when you're a monster.

♡ Yuuta whines as you stretch him, feeling him getting more and more full as you move, ignoring twitching and whimpering about stopping while holding his hands firmly behind his back, resting his cheek on the ground. When his body shudders violently from the feeling of fullness again before you push again, without giving him even a little time to get used to his position, biting him so hard that a mark will remain — although he should rather care about how fucked and exhausted he will be by the time you are done with him, so stuffed and sticky as if after being bred all night, with an equally overly sensitive body.

Yuuta says that you should take out stress on him, using it until you are satisfied, he wants to be the best lover for you, he can withstand everything you give, but starts crossing his legs as soon as you undress him — only to have them forcibly spread apart while you make him cum in your mouth as a preparation. Not that you had any stress that you could take out on him, but looking into his brilliant, persistent eyes, you could not say 'no', even if you then pull his hair back, exposing his neck covered with marks to hear muffled moans from how you deep, causing his eyes to roll up from excitement; screaming your name and demanding more while you're biting him, marking his red shoulders and feeling even worse when you see him sticking out his tongue, getting ready to cum again.

By the time you finish, you feel so tired but pleasantly empty, as if you have never wanted anything but rest, especially when Yuuta presses against you, pathetically hastily kissing, adoringly looking at your face, but without saying a word, being unable to even move, holding his hips apart — and exhaling sharply when you put your hand on his soft round belly, stroking, feeling how full he is.

A quiet "I love you" sounds like a cradle, even if you know you have to take care of the mess — but it's so warm and soft that you can't resist the urge to fall asleep next to it for just a couple of minutes.

for the first time you sleep so peacefully, knowing that he is in your hands and will not go anywhere.

au where the reader understands that they are not okay about yuuta and they break up only to get together again later hhhhhh

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