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I wonder if Can you write Yandere Omega Seth (from Ennead) if you okay with it
I'll find you
hide as much as you can // I'll find you
♡ fictional mythology, unhealthy behaviour, lovehate dynamic (love -> lovehate), animalistic behaviour, pet names, power exchange, mention of bloodletting (seth), hints of incestuous relationships?; beta!reader -> alpha!reader, heqet/khnum!reader implied
♡ rough treatment, mild blood kink, mild scent kink, heavy petting, dubious consent -> consensual, unprotected sex / breeding, bondage by sand, power imbalance -> power exchange; word 'womb' used once for Seth
𓂀 Contacting this omega is not the best solution — you realized when you first met him, while coming out of the Nile, the keeper of the floods of which you were.
Of course, it's not that you were obliged to communicate with any of them or even be interested in your distant relatives, who were no more than the seventh water on the jelly, but you needed to come out of the depths of the Nile at least from time to time — and when you finally come out, for the first time you meet an unusually red shade, burning like a torch against the background of burning golden sand and the sky blue as the waters of the Nile.
He was like a creature that was born from the spilled blood of all the fallen warriors who did not find their way home, but took refuge in your waters, sprinkling your waters over and over again until the river turns red like the sunset.
His name was 'SETH', he was the god of war and the desert, his parents were Geb and Nut — and when your gaze first crossed, it was as if you were hit on the head with something; almost a low cry of 'YOU WERE NOTICED' so loud that if you were human, you would turn away and run away, — under the sand, under the ground, under the water, no matter where, — but you are not a human and, even if you were weaker than him, you would not run away.
After all, who is the 'God of War and the Desert' against the Deity who keeps the Nile?
“Don't you dare look at me like that anymore.”
wolf cub.
You can guess that his behavior is probably an attempt to attract, as a fertile young omega provokes a fertile young alpha to get angry and chase after him, showing everything they can, just to prove that they are good enough to fill the womb. You know all this. After all, you were the one who created the figures of people who were illuminated by Ra, and you were more than able to watch these playtimes when the lovers went too far in their games and fell together into the coastal waters after a long chase.
And you more than know the brilliance of those eyes — and react faster than realize, like water, which acts intuitively, not relying on reason, to survive. They say that betas have a stronger intuition with understanding of the world — it's not for nothing that you are one of those gods who prefer maximum detachment, 'spirituality', achieved through refusing to accept the role of omega or alpha.
And you let your instincts dictate.
Before his cheeky mouth has time to say anything, you just have to make a wave so that the waters of the Nile aim at him like a beast that has found prey — and break against a strong, slender figure, without causing severe pain, but forcing him to take steps back, no longer bursting into your space.
SETH'S hair, dripping and darkened from the water, sticks to body — but before he has time to resist you in any way, calling to himself the sands of the desert, submissive to him like a tamed pet, you dissolve into the water, returning to your native current...
“I'll find you!”
... The waters of the Nile easily take you into themselves as a natural part, hiding you from the outside world, dissolving like everything that falls into the water abyss and stays here; it's not for nothing that people say that it was water that gave birth to life, and that water is necessary for life.
And although you are not a water Deity, you are also worth something.
𓂀 You know that this is not Ra — although the method of summoning is the same, Ra would rather strangle herself than summon you, especially so soon after the last arrival. Even if you had a... good relationship, — you both contributed to the appearance of 'humans' — it was obvious that you were still different.
Your clay figurines needed a bright fire to come to life, just as she craved worship and followers — it was an interchange where mortals became what brought you closer and pushed you away from each other.
However, SETH was looking for you for other reasons, quite different from 'worshippers'.
Although you are used to being summoned in other ways, such as sacrifices and festivals, you must admit that you clearly underestimated the son of Nut and Geb, who were no better than any of them — but at least they were smart enough not to try to find out from Ra a way to summon you without having to wait at Nila.
Because more than herself and power, Ra loved only to have fun — and sometimes you wondered if she was looking for power just to have fun.
“... Heh.”
When he looks down at you, like a child who has found a gift hidden from him, his scarlet lips stretch in a cheeky smile.
If most gods and goddesses somehow have more alpha and omega traits, then SETH looks like there are too many of these traits in him, like an omega-like alpha or alpha-like omega than beta.
“It turns out that this is the only way you can be summoned? I thought to the last that she was lying...”
The scarlet spot spreads across the water surface of the unusually calm Nile, dissolving in the streams of water that carry the particles with them, absorbing a new part of itself into its course. If people knew how much Nile water contains particles of their children, parents, friends, spouses, enemies, detractors, traitors — would they drink it?
If they knew that the same water absorbs the blood of the gods they worship, what would they look like, scooping up water like the purest gold — the same as he controls, the God of the Desert, smelling of sand dust, dry grass and heat?
“I don't care. You're here, so it was worth it.”
You don't think that the blood of God should be used for such things, like simply calling you from the river bottom, but don't say anything, giving someone to continue — and SETH continues without hearing an answer.
And although he, in fact, created a trap for you, filling the entire stone floor with his sand to make sure that you don't run away anywhere, you feel more like in the paws of a small puppy than in the cave of a mature wolf.
Wasn't it really an exaggeration to be afraid of him?
... Apparently, you have been under water for so long, absorbing the blood of warriors and animals, that you have become too sensitive to any danger...
“I promised you I'd find you.”
𓂀 SETH smells of freedom — not the freedom that has no limits or restrictions, only dead bodies that float along the Nile can have such freedom, but the freedom that is like the hot breath of the desert during the day and the icy whisper of the desert at night; it smells of heat, dry grass, the blood of soldiers and treasures captured with the help of weapons.
You pretend that you don't notice when treasures fall to the bottom of the Nile, and that, moreover, don't understand who gives you them; but it's hard for you to deny that you don't like the look of them. After all, the Nile is not just a 'river' or 'your home', but your temple and refuge, and the sight of expensive and precious things sheltering the once bare, dreary bottom undoubtedly improves the view and your mood; especially when the current of the river carries you further, and gold, like a lighthouse, shines; sprinkling the dark bottom is like the moon shining on the darkest desert night.
SETH is hot and fervent, like burning blood flowing out of him until you hand an object that can immediately contact you, instead of flooding waters, as if out of spite spending more than really needed, as if the more blood, the faster you will rise to the surface.
(in a sense, it is, but for other reasons...)
You can understand that this relationship is frowned upon, at least by his brother, but there's not much you can do — the waters of the Nile are all-encompassing and almost omnipresent, and the way SETH regularly calls you is almost charming if it wasn't so intense, as if every time he struggles with himself in the desire to devour you or to drag away, but at the same time I have to give up this need, which is close to the human need to drink water. You don't need to ask him about it to know — the way he looks at you, as if wanting to sink his teeth into your skin and take you to his cave, is more than eloquent, and even the way his smell intensifies, silently shouting that he is a strong, healthy and fertile omega, in itself is an obvious sign.
And the fact that you are just as quiet and calm, like serene dark waters, untouched by gusts of sandy wind, only further inflames his burning passion and desire, which he himself cannot describe in any way except as 'mine'.
Mine.
Mine mine mine — you give life, carry life, no matter in a running stream or standing water, watching as the surface is filled with bodies and blood, dirt and tears, bodies entwined in passion and love embraces. It doesn't matter — everything will be dissolved in your current and carried away until it becomes no more than another drop in billions of the same, carrying information that only you know.
SETH, on the other hand, carries with him the smell of something wild, giving life, — but also ruthlessly taking it for himself, strewing everything with the red-hot gold of the desert, which becomes more and more every time you rise, noticing how the waters that used to caress the fertile lands now nourish the sand.
And you know what will happen next — SETH has never been a secretive type, even if his method of hunting was closer to big cats hiding until they get close enough to bite into the throat and gnaw, taking them to their hideout. SETH is the same cat — big, red and strong, smelling of mature omega when he notices that you are more responsive to this fragrance.
SETH is not at all deeply interested in the topic of "let's mate" — are you sure that he is attracted not at all to your physical data or smell, but to how comfortable and safe he is next to you, letting him finally relax, looking for comfort in your waters, and that if he decided that you would be his, then you will be his.
He will always find you.
𓂀 SETH is persistent, stubborn and aggressive. Even if his emotions are a sphere that is easy to push and cause pain, you understand perfectly well that he is the god who will break rather than bend.
But when he asks you what happens to the bodies of those soldiers that he led to war, when they find themselves in the Nile, like bags full of blood, breathing and thinking recently, at first you don't know what to answer — not because you can't share his silent pain, looking like a scorpion that suddenly bared you have a soft vulnerable tummy, but because you have nothing to answer.
What happens to the bodies? The Nile absorbs them — everything that was dumped into the waters finds itself in the stomachs of animals or in water particles, carrying with it such an amount of memory that nothing else can contain.
“... If I die one day, will you promise that my memory will be preserved in your waters?”
You no longer know if you are talking about the waters of the Nile or something else — but you know that you will probably never find SETH like this again.
Unusually fragile, as if really an ordinary omega who just wants to have a family, a common nest and puppies. To have you as an alpha, to be in the same nest with you and to have children together.
What can you say other than consent? No matter what happens, he will always remain in your memory — as a special memory that will never be erased.
“... Thank you. I'll never forget you either. And I won't let go.”
His eyes are burning just like the sunset on the background.
“We'll be together. Always. Because I chose you and I won't let you go.”
𓂀 His power becomes stronger, and when you meet him again, you have nothing to oppose when the sand from the land and the bottom rises to grab you.
Undoubtedly, it wasn't something that you 'didn't expect' — SETH was never the type who tried to hide what intentions he had if he saw that it would affect your attitude, and even if he found comfort in your touches and hugs, covering him like a blanket from the whole world, he never had this safe habit of 'being content with little'. His intentions were obvious from the first meeting and did not change at all — you were perfect, from head to toe, the only one with whom he would like to spend one heat and then make you spend thousands more, finally feeling complete, finished.
He, the god of the Desert and War, with you, Deity of the Nile flood — is not the best couple that can be?
'No'?
... Ha, does someone think that things like "imperfect couple" or "more worthy" or "more accessible" or "morally wrong" or something else will stop him?
Does he need permission? If he wants it — he will get it. And nothing can stop him.
Even if you are a beta, you smell fertile, pleasant, sweet — you smell of life, sex, from which children are born, absorbing the spilled blood and creating from it what brings birth and fertility, and SETH has always been more than gambling and ready to put everything on the line.
And you knew it.
Even if you are safe in the water, once you get out, nothing can save you — especially when you step on the sand, which immediately becomes your cage, locking you in. The waters immediately splash out of the Nile, crushing on him, but now SETH moves only a couple of steps, becoming much more powerful — and when palms grab by the wrists while teeth close on neck, everything inside you starts screaming again that you need to run right now.
Now the sand turns out to be decorated with spots of the deity's blood.
His mark pulsates on never-marked neck — and although it is not the same among deities as among people, you clearly see that for him it was not at all 'just a bite' or a 'mating mark', but a sign of possession, while the pupils in the blood-red iris, the shade of red-hot metal, expand, and a nimble pink tongue licks the blood from scarlet lips.
Red.
RED RED RED.
Nails are no worse than the claws of a wolf, and even fangs look like they can easily tear apart a dozen other people who decide to intervene.
The sand squeezes your feet so tightly that you can't even twitch.
This is all completely wrong.
You cowardly escape into the waters — betas are not capable of mating, are not created for this, closer to 'asexual beings' who do not have a biological task in the form of giving birth, much closer to the primordial asexual matter than to the omegas and alphas giving birth, but for some reason a mark with an imprint burns on his neck which didn't exist before.
Was it you? Or was it the part of you that you denied? You didn't know. It is easier to plunge into the native waters than to try to figure out why for the first time its fragrance was so dizzying, or why you went for something like this. You're not like that at all — not like that at all. It's not normal.
But you'll have to get out soon anyway.
You don't want your omega to get hurt while calling you, right, alpha?
Interlude
“I'm surprised you decided to step in anyway, dear.”
When the sand almost gently wraps around your hands, you realize that the biggest stupidity you can do is to try to escape.
Even if there is water in things like vases in the room, this is too little to create the necessary amount — and even to make sand soft and heavy, such a meager amount is not enough, except to pour it on him and break a vase on this face.
“Wasn't it you who liked to be constantly huddled in your little shell? Hiding there from any danger and thinking that it will help you?”
His hands are not the same as before — slightly rough, wide palms that easily slide over your cool skin, leaving warm traces, slightly scratching with sharp nails, as if hinting that you should not do rash things; if he did not smell like a blooming omega, you would think that he was alpha or alpha-like beta.
“But it turns out that if it's not me, but someone else, then you're ready to help them! No matter how much blood I shed, you didn't come out — but as soon as it was Isis, you immediately got out to help.”
His mark on your neck has not been pulsating for a long time, but when his fingers touch your neck, he freezes for a moment, assessing the scar left, which is almost impossible to notice — and from something, your body again feels this soreness, fettering for a moment from the realization of what happened before the brain began to work feverishly.
Then.
Now you are experiencing phantom pain until you realize that it is not 'phantom' — SETH shamelessly licks your blood from his fingers when he realizes that he scratched the old mark.
“This is wrong.”
Even when blood drips down from the shoulder, you know that's not what you need to worry about — his body is hot as the desert during the day, especially when his hips easily sit on top of yours, taking care that the sand does not let go of your hands.
“I promised you I'd always be there for you; although it was you who avoided me all these years, not appearing even when the corpses filled the entire Nile, while the other gods were terrified of what was happening — but I understand. A lot to do, yes? You've always been busy and strict, ever since our first meeting, when you doused me like some kind of animal.”
The thick scent of omega is so strong that you are not sure if it smells from him or if it is something else — the same thing that made you bite his neck then; your bite is also still burning on his skin, although it looks much more noticeable on him, although you are sure that you bit weaker than him.
The sweet bloody fragrance makes you dizzy.
“And when I saw you, I realized that you didn't live well either; after all, who but me could take care of a hermit like you?”
His hands, in spite of everything, are omeganine soft and pleasant, even if he uses them to look even more wrongly charming, as if he did not sneak into your bedroom — in which you were definitely expecting this meeting — to "talk heart to heart" while his hot wet slippery thighs touch your hips,
obviously.
“I was doing the wrong thing. I gave you the 'right to choose', thinking that this is what lovers should do — but, you know, people around me explained to me what I did wrong. By own example. And I'm ready to show you what I should have done back then, instead of this idiotic thought that you'd think it over and make a nest with me...”
He purrs — deep in his throat, like a big cat, when a strong flexible hand gently rests on your chest while the second one uses the surface behind as a support, rubs against your thighs, leaving sticky wet traces of juice on your bare skin, from touching which your skin burns, and you don't look at him, making sure not to do anything you might regret,
“Look at your omega.”
but it's hard to do when his hand moves from your chest to your throat, not squeezing, but feeling quite threatening, even if you are sure that it will not cause any harm.
“Don't you dare take your eyes off me or I'll scratch them out. You can only look at me and see only me. No one else and nothing else.”
The way he hovers feels almost the same as when he was able to summon you for the first time — his hair hangs down freely, like the flames of candles burning around you, and the same abnormally bright glow burns in his eyes, like the eyes of a cat. Or a wolf.
An abandoned, starved wolf.
“... Like I said, no one cares about you but me — you can fight this idea all you want, but we both know it's true.”
It's wet, wet, hot, sticky, tight between SETH'S thighs — you didn't consider yourself a 'virgin', but when the smell gets stronger and sharper, even you need time to get rid of the veil of excitement that covers eyes in the basest way, looking at his strong thighs while red hair falls over his shoulders, revealing a view of the most handsome omega in your life.
“Therefore...”
His lips are scarlet, thin, beautiful, and when he bends over you, you can't feel the inarticulate delight and the misunderstanding that follows it, associated with the simultaneous desire to pull away from repeated unusual stimulation and the desire to take this stimulation, grab by the hair and breed until it becomes clear that you will need a joint nest, in which he will keep the puppies while you fill him again and again.
Over and over, until his belly is rounded.
This is wrong.
His legs are slender and strong, ideal so that you don't have to do anything while SETH is able to at least move his knees — but you are sure that if you just wrap your hands around his hips and squeeze, you will get much more pleasure and delight, hammering into him with the basest this is wrong in a way.
It's the smell of omega. Definitely the smell of omega.
You yourself can't feel like this for him — for omega, who first marked you, then pursued you for many years and now, finally getting a chance, immediately pounced like an overexcited wolf, to such an extent that you can see the juice flowing down his thighs, although you are sure that even he does not realize it himself, considering it nothing more than a 'punishment'.
“... let me take care of–”
Of course you will.
Everything happens in the blink of an eye — the water, the sand, astonished expression on his face and how it takes you no more than a couple of minutes to find yourself in a deliciously tight heat, from which his claws immediately scratch your hands holding him on his back until it bleed, but nothing in him tries to escape, even if SETH growls mixed with purring, choking on words as you snuggle tighter, allowing something more animal, dirty to take control.
You smell of life, passion, sex — 'the very sex from which children are born', the very life that gave rise to mortals, and you know that you have something to fill this womb with.
When his cheeks are covered with a bright blush, reminiscent of the shade of his eyes and hair; you can't help but reach out to burrow into his neck, not caring about the sand that is wrapped around your ankle — and not caring about the aggressive imperiousness with which SETH squeezes you while sharp fangs bite your lips almost to the point of blood, greedily kissing, almost devouring.
If you leave me again, I'll find you and kill you.
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CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour (obsessiveness, clinginess, possessiveness, elements of mild delusional thinking, worshipping r.), established relationship, pet names + name-calling (slut), drooling + begging + crying, mild power imbalance, mention of light subspace
dubious consent (dubcon), elements of consensual noncon [fantasy, talk], faking an orgasm, detailed descriptions of yuuta's genitals, referring to the vagina as "he/him", sex marathon, heavy petting, rough treatment (biting g., light hair pulling r.), dirty talk + possessive talk, unprotected sex / breeding [talk], genitals worship (g.), oral sex (g.), fingering (g.), multiple orgasms + hyperstimulation (g.), praise + degrading praise (g.)
WRITING STYLE: drabble, ±3000 words; referencing yuuta's genitals as 'dick' / 'cock', 'labia' / 'lips', 'hole' + 'cum', 'juice'
DARLINGS: yuuta okkotsu x reader; dom!reader, dark!reader implied, dark!yuuta okkotsu implied, trans guy yuuta okkotsu implied [?]
NOTE: attempt number five; I apologize to all the treats who have to put up with me (⊃ω⊂)
The absence of climax was not a rare completion — sometimes it was not even a goal, sometimes you were just exhausted to continue “making love”, in other cases you pressed tightly against each other, squeezing, rubbing your thigh between his legs, or allowing him to rub against you just to be closer and tighter, looking not for sexual satisfaction, but physical 'discharge’, obsessively trying to get rid of any empty space between you to become something unified, clinging to the skin with nails and fangs to feel the beating of another heart, craving more intimacy than pleasure.
Yuuta loved it when you didn’t bring him to orgasm, making him to whine and feverishly cling to you, refusing to satisfy him until he fulfills your conditions and confirms his status as your good boy, taking care that you cum before him. After all, you knew how important it was for him to be a pleasure giver, and you preferred to go along with it, indulging, — or just taking advantage of his puppy-like nature when he looked with huge doe eyes with adoration, knowing that you are enjoying yourself because of him and are more than grateful to him; that he is the only one who can touch you like that, and to whose touch you react like that.
When Yuuta feels your taste in mouth, or when his fingers try to caress you as skillfully as possible, sometimes twitching from overexcitation, feeling that you feel more than good, pulling his hair or saying how good he is, letting him bury himself as close as possible into you in a blind search for more of you — maybe awkwardly touching or rubbing against your thigh is more likely during senseless nervousness from delight and overexcitation than in an effort to also cum. Not that he cares about anything as much as your pleasure — even when himself does not reach orgasm or does not understand even when he does it, preferring to try to bring you and feel how you fuck his mouth or make him move fingers differently, clinging to his hair or biting his defenseless neck, leaving lovebites.
… Sometimes it happened that only one of you came.
This was also normal. You both knew about such cases and were ready to discuss if someone felt wrong — there was no point in lying about it, hiding it or feeling uncomfortable. Orgasms weren’t simultaneous, just didn’t happen, only happened to one of you, or weren’t even a goal — and you were both open about it. Yuuta would not lie to you even if his life depended on it, preferring to be as honest and sincere as possible with you, fearing the possible consequences of his lies, while you could not do this with your beloved, who was almost obsessively devoted and loving, believing and trusting you unconditionally. Of course, you could commit wrong or harmful actions, but not when Yuuta looked with his puppy-dog eyes, believing that you would not lie to him about something important to him.
In fact, there is no reason for you to lie to him or not believe in his words…
“I'm— I’m so—”
… Therefore, even when you didn’t feel the usual pulsation — or rather, you felt it, but not as usual, — you just kept silent, hearing quiet whining and trembling in his body, although Yuuta’s hips were not pressed as usual, and you could easily move away, as if it wasn’t him at all usually unconsciously squeezed around you almost to the point of pain with his legs, forgetting himself with delight. To feel how Yuuta relaxes with pleasure, breathing heavily, as his body trembles slightly with excitement — not quite as you are used to, usually he does not even have the strength to tremble after orgasm, — as if trying to feel even more pleasure, experiencing the last waves, covering his mouth so as not to be too loud.
His body is soft and sticky, deliciously warm when Yuuta presses against you, touching your neck with his lips, letting you touch his body, reacting only slightly when you stroke and touch him, without blinking from post-orgasmic sensitivity and without twitching when your fingers stretch lower, drawing invisible lines on skin. The only thing Yuuta opens his eyes to is when you ask if he is well — and in response you get only a gently affectionate “yes, of course! it was wonderful…”, but you can’t deny that for some reason you don’t feel satisfied, even when in response to the clarification “did he have an orgasm like you” you get a nervously enthusiastic conviction. But, hm, will he ever deceive you?
Would he deceive you?
“No! I—”
When Yuuta stops, as if realizing something (maybe a promise not to lie to you about things that are important to you, or that he won’t hide what concerns him so that you don’t worry), you still don’t want to assume that he is trying to hide it, he may just get cold, — but his subsequent strange fidgeting and almost guilty tone turn out to be more eloquent, even if you want to believe in him.
The silence was becoming uncomfortable.
His peaceful breathing (which recovered surprisingly quickly, apparently he used the reverse technique or was so used to such physical exertion that he was not impressed) turned out to be heavy again, although Yuuta did not say or do anything, just lying on top of you, and definitely did not feel any pleasure from the situation, even if rubbed his thigh lightly against yours leg, neither calming (himself? you?) or trying to seduce and distract you — but for some reason the thought that he deceived you made you feel wrong. And it wasn’t about the orgasm. For some reason, the idea that he just decided to deceive you, that you would believe anything, that you would not even pay attention to his usual reaction and false — all this made you feel… strange.
Did he really think you wouldn’t notice? Did he really think it meant nothing to you? Or did he think that you wouldn’t even pay attention to it?
And perhaps the most unpleasant thing was the thought that perhaps this is not the first time — you could only pay attention now, having seen the wrong friction, the wrong reaction, the wrong behavior, without even realizing that Yuuta had done the same thing earlier. To be proud of trust and openness only to find out that your beloved was not honest about the topic in which you were proud of yourself and how hard you can make him cum is not the most… pleasant feeling. And to feel his desperate clinging to you, in fear that you will get up right now and leave him for something that is not his 'mistake’, only broke you even more.
“I’m sorry— I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, but I just saw that you were tired, and I decided—”
Yuuta freezes with nervous fright when you pull him — but doesn’t stop, letting you get comfortable between his legs, not wanting to somehow hinder, slightly arched when you touch his stomach, stroking to make it clear that he can relax. Even if you were a little unhappy, it’s not really his fault — after all, it was you who made him think so, seeing your tired look after the past day, and it was just his attempts to somehow please you or at least not let you get upset so that you could rest.
Definitely not his fault.
“… Love?”
It wasn’t your fault either, though.
“L-love—”
But it’s up to you to do something about it.
His legs are shaking — not falsely shaking — when your hands are wrapped around his thighs, preventing from moving, not letting hide from you; when you casually kissing his hips and lower abdomen, teasing with your breath, making him squirm with impatience when you blow on sensitive skin or bite so close, touching his labia with your warm cheek, making him shiver every time from a soft but welcome rub when you draw a line on his thigh.
Yuuta is cute, especially when desperately denies it, whining in embarrassment while you talk about how handsome he is at the bottom, with thick lips and a small cock, absolutely worthy of a lot of kisses, but when you gently touch his dick — delightfully sensitive and hard, hidden under the hood, — with lips, Yuuta can’t hold back moans, squirming even harder as you gently caress, licking and sucking, trying not to overwhelm him too much, contrary to the need to only bury head more between his thighs and keep fucking him with your tongue until he cries, just to continue it.
Even when Yuuta’s fingers get tangled in your hair, convulsively grabbing because of the inability to wrap hips around your head, you tacitly agree, rubbing swollen, slightly protruding cock even harder, hearing his loud moans and feeling how he pulsates under your tongue, trying to push even deeper and harder, feel the heat of your mouth and how much you want to taste even more — mumbling vaguely about something when you gently push finger inside, allowing the juice to flow out more freely, facilitate your slow thrusts and strokes despite his whining about more, blindly looking for a more rough, but not teasing treatment. Inside Yuuta is soft, hot, hungry for more, and you can’t deny that you would like to stop right now to stretch him well and deep, as he likes, fucking him until you make him wet and swollen enough so that even a fleeting breath feels like too much for an overly sensitive dick; feeling how malleable he reacts to every push, greedily squeezing you inside, fighting the desire to grab you with the freed leg and press you even closer — and perhaps the awareness of the latter reminds you who you are currently doing and who has absolute attention right now, and that’s not you, even if Yuuta teases you so much that you only want to drive him to unconsciousness.
When he throws head back, lifting hips higher, trying to make you touch his throbbing, needy cock with tongue, tightly clenching your finger, arching his back to make an almost gasping whine as you continue, becoming even more soaked in his juice, but fucking him until Yuuta shudders again, trying to wrap his leg around you, giving to understand that he has not finished yet — ceasing only after the third short wave, moaning your name, and abruptly dropping into your hands, again securely holding his hips.
The air soaked in his juices and filled with heavy sighs and muffled moans, this time turns out to be much better than the past, — and when you see how he pulsates, being so lubricated in juices and cum that you could easily push two fingers into the usually tight Yuuta, you need willpower to stop, listening to his breathing.
“This… It was…” Yuuta is interrupted for a moment when he feels you gently kissing his penis, hardening again under your lips — but instead you go further, touching the top of the labia, and continue to kiss higher, making Yuuta to breathe fitfully, afraid to stop you while you draw a path from the bottom of the abdomen to the chest, leisurely kissing his collarbones and finally touching his neck, full of your lovemarks.
When you put your hand on his neck, his heart beats so fast that you wonder for a moment if everything is fine, but Yuuta blissfully closes his eyes, breathing deeply, allowing you to touch him as you please — but when your fingers reach lower, his breathing gets lost for a moment, feeling you stroke a little above the hood.
“… Thank you,” his eyes, distorted by a gentle charming haze, as it should be, almost glow when he shyly looks at you. “I was wrong when thought about… Uh, I’m sorry.”
… Still has so much energy, huh? You were sure that once would be enough. It’s not that you plan to continue, but, in that case, of course you should, right?
“H-honey, wait…”
He’s always so wet.
It doesn’t matter if you just took off his underwear, or have been preparing him for a long time, he is always so delightfully ready for you, even if it usually takes a little longer to get him to accept two fingers at the same time, stretching to such an extent that Yuuta drools, watching you push them inside, feeling so full just from something so small, nodding enthusiastically when you ask if he feels good, if you take good care of him, if he feels good being fucked by your fingers, being much more sincere than Yuuta, such a shameless sluthole — and only yours.
(Even if Yuuta shudders, you can feel him pulsating and squeezing you inside in response, much more honest in his reaction to you.)
Even if you bite his ears and neck, leaving your marks, Yuuta moans feeling your careless thrusts inside and back, filling the space with filthy sounds from which he blushes even more, knowing that you hear them, and waiting for you to tell him what a good and pretty slut he is for you, being so needy and wet, — but you are silent, not giving him any praise, kissing his ruined neck, only by changing the angle and speed,
and Yuuta can almost feel you grinning, knowing his need to hear you, waiting
“Am I good enough? Do I have to do something? M-my… is my hole g-good enough?”
for his sweet requests.
After all, he is such a good boy, even if his hot, throbbing hole is so desperately squeezing your fingers, not letting them get out of it, soaking everything in juice, almost begging you to be rougher and deeper — as if craving not your fingers, but when you will breed him without hesitation or doubt, filling only with yourself, forcing him to cum while you are busy trying to make Yuuta break his voice from moaning.
Such a good, sweet thing, loving only when he is fucked and forced to cum even against the will of the owner, and when Yuuta hides head in your neck, breathing fitfully, whining from overexcitation and too much sensitivity, sobbing briefly when you touch his dick with your finger, making him to distract from the fullness inside his hole, although he took only two fingers, — but he can no longer accept or hold, even hearing your hot whisper that he should last longer, you are ready to fuck him until his hole is ready for the third finger, roughly stretching it as it is necessary for such a slut who adores you so much that he is ready even not to feel an orgasm just to be silly fucked when his lie is revealed.
Then, at the moment of disclosure, you just had to bury his nose in the pillow and continue going against his words,
and that’s enough to throw Yuuta over the edge,
squeezing and twitching on your fingers in delight and another orgasm.
His body is so deliciously warm that you can’t refuse the opportunity to hold him close when Yuuta digs nails into your skin, experiencing post-orgasmic delight, — real this time, — squeezing and unclenching grip, hiding face in you, calming you with his breath and a slight tremor. Even if you feel how Yuuta is gradually recovering, coming out of his ambivalent state, ceasing to react so worryingly inhibited to any stimuli, but you can’t refuse the opportunity to kiss his hot wet forehead while stroking his sticky back, letting him feel warm and cozy when he wakes up — and for sure he will worry that you’ve been lying down all this time instead of going to wash while he wakes up, but you don’t think so.
Because, well, now it’s definitely your responsibility.
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thanks a lot to aventurine for his existence, my spring mental health rests only on him. no matter what happens today, my endorphins are at their highest, I can't wait another hour to finally get it. he's my little soft affectionate meow meow, I want to choke him either with hands or thighs<3333
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I bet Iguro would have such a pretty waist... I wanna bite it. Mark him up- but gently. Lovingly. He deserves it. <3
content warnings: rough treatment (marking / biting g.), mild sizd difference
Looking respectfully,,,,, His waist can certainly be grasped with at most two hands — after all, Iguro is small in stature by himself, so it's not too difficult to be bigger or taller than him.
I mean- he seems so thin and flexible, like a snake, and even if he is very athletic, it probably doesn't show much when you undress him. He is simply more on dexterity than strength, which is why he may or may not have a very slender figure, on which it is very easy to leave a mark or several; but even if every touch of your mouth blooms on skin with a new flower, he does not stop you, covering his mouth so as not to be loud,,,,
His face is so cute, slightly covered with dusty blushes as you carefully bare him, leaving more and more marks to make sure that not a single piece of his skin will be untouched,,,, when Iguro's belly and sides become more and more ruddy, and his eyes get a more frenzied shade, while you continue,,,,, he's so charming, trying to restrain himself from saying directly what he wants, but you already know
Doesn't his body deserve reverent and gentle treatment, lovingly covered with your marks — symbols of your love for him? After all, he looks even prettier when he tries to tell you something, but instead he can only mumble so as not to accidentally moan, squeezing your arm and shoulder while you gently coo over his body <3
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-> random, smutty headcanons of the hsr men that have been plaguing my mind
SMUT - MINORS DNI
fem!reader x gepard, jing yuan, dan heng, sampo
cw: body worship, cunnilingus, tiddy sucking, 69, praise kink, penetration, implied creampie
GEPARD
I see Gepard being into body worship 'cause heck, he would kiss the ground you walk on in general. This dude would be such a devoted lover.
During love making, he would be so slow and careful with you, especially if it was your first time with him.
He'd leave kisses all over your body, and would stop at your most sensitive spots to give them the extra affection that they deserved.
Fondling your breasts, he'd lean down to circle his tongue around one of the buds, before puckering his lips to suck on it. And as he sucked, he'd softly moan, muttering how soft they were.
Then, trailing a line of kisses down your stomach and down to your heat, he'll place a quick kiss to your clit before sliding his tongue up and down your folds and finally inserting the wet muscle into your hole.
He'd most definitely take a lot of time down there too, taking the time savor your flavor and letting his lips become accustomed to the shape of your lower ones. Look down at his face and see how flushed his cheeks would be, hot from the heat and hot from the drunkeness he has from your pussy, humming with delight and slurring out multiple, "you taste so good's"
He too, would especially be diligent with observing each of your own reactions you had to his touch, his kisses, his tongue, and to his thrusts that would caress your walls and deeply kiss your core with each stroke.
To any sharp gasp, furrow of your brows, or any cry that you'd let out, he'd immediately pause his motions and ask if you were okay. The last thing he would ever want to do in such a vulnerable and intimate activity would be to hurt you.
Let's be honest, with the way he would be touching and fucking you slowly and gently, none of your reactions would be derived from any real pain. So you must assure him they were simply from the pleasure he was giving you.
Encourage him not to hold back, and assure him that it's okay. You'll say the safeword if you truly are in pain anyway.
And lord when he no longer restricts himself from all of the love he wants to give you at last, you'll feel it.
His motions will become much quicker, and much eager. He's sure to shake the bed a lot with all the speed and pressure he's thrusting into you, lol.
Prior to this, he had never been really vocal about his carnal desires. He'd probably think that they were improper and might give you the impression that he was a lech.
Yet, now that you've given him reassurance, he'll be comfortable enough to let you know all of the numerous positions he wants to make love to you in; how he wants to feel the weight of your legs hanging over his shoulders, wanting to feel the way you squeeze around him so tightly, and feel the way you'd release yourself all over him.
With all of the various ways a person can show love to another, his desire is to try and do all of them. He love you that much and wants to make sure you know it.
On that note, I also see him as the type to chant multiple, "I love you's", when he's close to cumming. And if he can, he'd hold you tightly, needing to feel you in his arms as he finally releases.
I'd also like to add that he probably has a praise kink. Idk, I just feel it in my bones. To show him appreciation for what he does and how good he's doing would make him so happy, both inside and outside of the bedroom.
JING YUAN
'Kay I honestly don't know much about him (as I still haven't gotten too far into the story) but I think he'd be the type to enjoy having you do most of the work in bed...at first
He'll enjoy you sucking him off and riding him while he simply lays back, eyes half-lidded, wrapped up in pleasure, and letting out occasional, guttural groans
But the moment you feel your legs giving out from bouncing on his cock for so long, he will be there to take over. His hands will immediately be at your hips, and he'll lean over to your ear, whispering lowly, "You did well, darling... allow me to take care of the rest". He'll have a smile on his face as he ponders over what he has in store for you.
And before you can move or say a word, he'll then continue to thrust up into you while slamming your hips down at the same time so that his cock penetrates the deepest part of your core.
You'll let out a sharp gasp and would instinctively grab hold of his shoulders as it felt like he was splitting you open with each thrust
He'll continue to fuck you with that sheer amount of force, that your body eventually gives in and he's fucking you as if you were a ragdoll.
Anyway, I think he'd be a big fan of 69, with him lying down and you on top of him. Whatever your weight is, it won't matter. He'll be able hold you up while eating you out and relishing the way you'd suck his dick.
SAMPO
He looks like the type that is determined to make you cry and whimper during the act, but in actuality, I think he'll be crying and whimpering by the end of it too LOL
During sex, he'll like to taunt you by denying you your orgasm, often pleasuring you with his tongue and quickly pulling it back when he knows you're close.
He will be borderline humiliating you, saying things like, "Aw, can't take it anymore? Does my little slut want to cum? Well, you'll have to beg for it, sweetie" while massaging your inner thighs, knowing how it gets you even more worked up
But don't worry, you'll have your chance for revenge when you're riding him. Simply insert the tip of his cock inside of you, and sure, slide up and down it a bit, but nothing more. The way your walls squeeze him so deliciously will make him try to thrust up as he'd need more stimulation, but don't allow him to. That's when you'll be able to make him beg as well
DAN HENG
Love-making with Dan Heng would be special. Rarely is he ever so willing to be vulnerable like this, giving both of yourselves to each other, both body and soul, but you are so dear to him that he feels safe to do so.
I think sex wouldn't be iniated by carnal desire alone (at least on his part) but would mostly be initiated by his emotional needs, particularly when he needed your comfort, your touch, and your essence; or when he fears of losing you, his desperation will settle in and give him the need to hold you protectively to him; and other than that, like anyone else, he'll do it when words can no longer express how much he loves and adores you.
And depending on which reason, his touches can range from being gentle and soft, to being desperate and needy.
Either way, what will never change is his praises and words of assurance to you. He'll always make sure to tell you how good you feel, how well you're taking him, and how beautiful you are.
He'll tell you all this as he fucks you, and most importantly, he'll ask you if you understand how precious you are to him.
And if you couldn't answer quickly even after all the love he's given you and had thrusted into you, even to the point of overflowing, then he wouldn't stop until he made sure you understood it, continuing on, no matter how long it would take
a/n: It's clear to see that my favorite is Gepard, haha
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gentleness with eunseok. . . song eunseok x fem!reader / m-dni / implied multiple orgasms / very intimate / did not proofread this but anyways send post
i love the concept of a meaner eunseok, i do, but i just can’t help but think about this ‘gentleness’ about him.
he’ll twirl your hair, play with the tips of your fingers. says, “you’re always so pretty baby.” he’s so sweet that it hurts. words coated in sugar that had the effect of venom reaching every inch of your body.
he kisses you as if you were delicate glass. chuckles when he sees you so fucked out and yet he’ll place a kiss on the corners of your mouth to not disrupt the whimpers and moans that sounded prettier than any song or melody. praises you when you’re moaning and can no longer form actual sentences because you’re trying so hard to breathe. when he sees a tear flowing down your face he’d wipe it away and pull you close to him. softly nipping at the skin of your neck while making a mess out of you with deep, sharp thrusts. “can you hear that baby?” he says in a whisper, his voice so soft yet so firm that you feel yourself turn into a puddle of ecstasy. he’s making sure that you hear yourself, how much of a mess you’re making and how much you gush around his cock, drenching the sheets beneath you.
he prides himself that you can let go and take what he’s giving you. because only he knows how to make you feel good, and only he could do it without you having to ask. all simply because you’re his, and he’s yours.
“look baby, look how good i fit inside.” his breath hitches with every word. his thrusts are hard yet his fingers are gentle on your skin. it’s a different kind of pain and pleasure when he’s gentle, taking care of you, cherishing you. in these tender moments, this is how he makes love to you. with a smile so warm as he tucks the strands of your hair so you can properly see where you both connect. he’d take such a good care of you that you no longer realized how much you’ve cum. “you’re amazing baby. fucking perfect for me.”
note. . . somebody talk to me about him i need him carnally
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They're just discovered ice cream sandwich!!🍞🍦
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4.9k into the mafia!stucky fic and i think yall are gonna love it👀😈
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lazy mornings | K. Bakugou x GN! Reader
6:44 am
notes: I wrote this at six am. I have had nothing but Bakugou on the brain since it is his birthday. And this is the result. I haven't written anything in a while so I may be a bit rusty. So, I apologize in advance. Anyways, I am going to go bake some cupcakes to celebrate kat's birthday. I hope you enjoy this thingy I wrote half asleep, and on like 4 hours asleep. Stay safe <3
cw and tw; unedited, not proofread, mildly spicy if you squint, pure fluff, reader is sorta a simp, pretty cheesy, and just a whole lot of soft tsundere kat.
word count: 563
Morning rays of the early sunrise began to pour in through the glass of the bedroom window. The warm sunlight was kissing your skin softly. Feeling half asleep the only thing you could make out was the feeling of a large protective arm around your waist. With closed eyes you smiled at the feeling of him. The way his body molded perfectly into your curves and shape as he held you. Opening your eyes, you were met with the peaceful image of your sleeping boyfriend. You felt your cheeks heat up at the mere sight of him. Shirtless, with this adorable sleeping face. His features pressed against the fluffy pillows. With his brow furrowed and his lips parted, forming a slight pout.
You began to shift in attempt to get into a more comfortable position. Nuzzling into your boyfriend next to you, his skin was filled with warmth and comfort. Katsuki grumbled in response but didn’t open his eyes. He just hoisted you up a bit, so you were resting in the crook of his neck. Inhaling deeply, you receive a waft of the singed caramel and musk scent he emitted, feeling entirely at peace this morning.
“You creep…” He spoke in his gruff morning voice. Earning a giggle from you. Lifting your gaze, you were met with two crimson orbs. “M’ not a creep…” you whined. “You watched me sleep for about two minutes and you sniffed me. So, what's your explanation for that hah? Sweetheart?” His words, laced with a small chuckle. “You're just so pretty and peaceful looking when you sleep...” You spoke as you caress his stubbly cheek. Beginning to blush, he averted his gaze from yours.
“I mean in contrast to when you're awake anyway,” You tease him. “Tch shut up...” He rolled his eyes playfully making you laugh. Your thumb and pointer finger tilting his head down, so your eyes met once more. You couldn't help but admire him... He was so ruggedly handsome. Sharp jawline, ruby red eyes that sparked such intensity, and pouting lips that were so eager to meet your own. Pulling you closer. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pecking your lips.
“Kiss me like you mean it...” You whispered onto his lips. "Askin' for it aintcha' sweetheart? Can't say no to you though, can I?" He smirked. His hot breath grazed your lips, slowly he leaned in and connected his to yours. Your heads tilting right and left, lips moving together in sync. The kiss was full of need and passion. As all his kisses were, he always left you utterly breathless. His mouth so warm, something you cannot imagine not feeling daily. He pulled gently on your bottom lip, making you gasp. A wandering hand ran along your thigh whilst another up your lower back. Your soft hands brush along the nape of his neck and pinch at strands of ash blonde hair.
Pulling away your eyes met his. His pupils dilated with pure love and adoration. Eyes are always a window to tell the way someone feels, they never lie. And his eyes were crystal clear. Bakugou Katsuki is ever so deeply in love with you. It was clear as the morning sky. Moments like these were rare. But you both learned how to value them. Lazy mornings with your pro hero lover were something to truly behold.
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𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠
𔓘 unhealthy behaviour (obsessiveness, possessiveness, clinginess, kidnapping, dependence), dommale elements, pet names ("gege"), dark au, mention of nesting & heat, mention of sex (heavy petting), mention of killing; reader x xie lian, omega!xie lian
ᥫ᭡ You didn't know how long you had been living in this small, cute house with Gege — and where you lived before you met your Gege, who loved white clothes, cooked poorly, smiled like the midday sun, never cried and was not at all the omega who could have anyone but you. Not only because he said that he didn't even have plans to have anyone other than you in his life, but because you saw that Gege wasn't looking for anyone, didn't hold his eyes on anyone; even if he was gentle to children and if he ever wanted to have a puppy, it was clearly that he wasn't going to get an alpha for this — you understood perfectly well why.
Although you haven't self-presented yet and weren't going to guess what your role in gender society would be, you understood that he would only be with you. That you will definitely grow up, get married and will have a lot of happy and married days.
You can't not. He's your Gege, after all.
ᥫ᭡ Your Gege smelled richly tender and a little like blood, a completely incongruous fragrance, — but you've never smelled anyone expect him for more than five minutes, so you didn't know how normal it was. Something in your head is throbbing with the obsessive thought that he smells wrong, he should smell wrong, he smelled completely different before, but you have nothing to oppose — you don't remember that his smell was different, but you know it.
According to Gege, you smelled like milk and his favorite food "even when he was like you," but you always brushed him off; even with your little socialization, you know that people can't smell like a 'specific food', and he only teases you without malice, as he loves to do, affectionately saying that you look 'like a little steamed bun' or peeking at what you're cooking, purring and squinting when you tell him to leave the kitchen.
You know that he can — is able — to cook well (after all, you somehow survived before you were old enough to cook yourself), but for some reason his food looks terrible all the time, and you can't name the reason, but can feel it in your heart. At least he can do physical work like fixing a house or a fence — and you want to say that you didn't decide to live with him just to be a servant, but you can't say this with certainty. You don't remember why you decided to live with Gege — it seems you've always lived with him.
Maybe you were with Gege from the very beginning?
ᥫ᭡ Your Gege is tall, flexible as a vine and his hair is so long that you could get tangled in it. His skin is soft and pleasant, even if his palms are slightly rough, and his pretty, scarlet lips, like cherry blossoms or drops of blood (maybe that's why he smells like blood?), look like a brushstroke that was left because of how adorable he looked on a beautiful, handsome face. Your Gege looked the way anyone would want to look, no matter if it's omega, beta or alpha. Your Gege has slender long legs, moderately broad shoulders, black peach eyes and a thin waist, and even if he gently teases that you will grow up to be even more rare magnificent, you know that the charm of your Gege makes even flowers be ashamed of their imperfections. If Gege wanted to, he could ascend and become the god of flowers — you are not sure if this is how it works, but if heaven did not give such beauty to someone great, then they are definitely blind. Your Gege laughs gently and says that 'Heaven has already given him the best gift', and if it were necessary, he would give everything, but not this "jewel", — and you understand who he means, but pretend that you don't. In the end, you know that you have no one but him, just as he has no one but you.
But he doesn't need to say it — even if he looks like a bunny, you know he's a cunning predator, like a weasel or a ferret. However, even in spite of his nature, you know that he cares about you, and probably cared even before you came, when you remember how you first saw your house — a memory from which your memory begins.
Everything around is like a perfectly modeled paradise for you — living in a comfortable, small house, with a beloved, gentle Gege, with trips to the city from time to time and the opportunity to do anything, since people don't go that far, while if you want to see more, then your Gege is always ready to get up and to follow you. It's like a flower garden in which you were the most luxurious and beloved, the only flower, while your Gege was a gardener who adored you to such an extent that he would do anything to make you bloom.
You want to tell Gege that he is the most charming for you, but he already knows it. After all, you haven't seen anyone for so long and often to tell if there is someone better. But something tells you that this is absolutely impossible — as if he was an absolute that others dare only look up to. If he called himself beauty number two, no one would be able to call themselves beauty number one. Gege says — with complete confidence, almost doom, with a sparkle in his matte black eyes, — that if he calls himself "handsome", then his face will burn with shame of brazen falsehood at the sight of you.
That is why, — he whispers, kissing the top of your head, as if cradling when you hide face in his chest, — the most beautiful things should be hidden.
You don't quite understand "why", but react to gentle purring, letting yourself be hidden in his clothes, smelling of him. even if the sleeping place is hard, Hege is soft and a little warm, and when you are in his hands, you feel as if the whole world is holding you, although he only gently purrs that you are his "whole world".
Just in case, you whisper that he is also your jewel and prettiest flower.
ᥫ᭡ Gege smells sticky, sweet, tender; his hair is wet and tangled, and even his scarlet lips look even brighter and more beautiful, as if soaked in blood, with a slight mist of blush on his cheeks, while his peach black eyes are like an abyss into which no one can help falling, seeing him so tender, so sensual, so... tempting. You can't — at least not now — be able to respond to courtship, not when the smell of milk is still subtly enveloping your body, but Gege doesn't mind at all, hoarsely whispering in the semi-darkness of the small, sweet house that everything is fine as long as you are around, don't go anywhere without him.
You will never you dare, of course, but when you bring him jugs of water, feeling the heat of his flexible soft body, you feel at home. His nest is elegant, not very full of soft things, but it "always has the most necessary" — you.
Even when his skin is so hot, like an oven, you feel so calm and good in his arms, burying your nose, as if hiding from the whole world. Gege's hands are gentle, with palms slightly roughened from frequent work, and you only purr that you have the best Gege in the world, your omega is the best, while he buries his nose in your hair, cooing inaudibly, pressing you to his flexible, wet body, but not at all to the "thirsty" or "in need of an alpha", as you have sometimes heard about omega leaks somewhere on the street — Gege is ruddy, bright-smelling, beautiful, but so homely and... ordinary, only becoming even more clingy and unwilling to leave the nest, and this is the only time when you do not go and leave offerings in front of a small temple for the "dear deity who guards this place."
You hope that the deity will not be too offended, looking at how your usually gentle and calm Gege whines that "you are too cruel" when you have to come out of his nest and bring water and light snacks, because you are an ordinary person and because everything inside the nest smells so much of him that you are afraid not to will he die of dehydration. You don't know how to handle omegas, but you are sure that "as long as Gege is good, everything is right". Gege only purrs that he only needs you to make him feel good when his long, elegant, eternally cold fingers cling to your clothes, looking at you with the gaze of a sad bunny, but your decision is unchanged.
You still bring some gifts to the deity, fearing that your Gege has messed up something again and you should at least remind from time to time that you are grateful to this deity and appreciate their protection.
And when you leave, you definitely feel better.
ᥫ᭡ The smell of Gege is thicker, richer, brighter, bloodily bright when blood flows from his elegant, white, long fingers — fortunately, not his, but even if it were his, you would take care of the wound and would stay on his chest before he wakes up.
You would a little like it to be his blood, because sometimes your Gege is so perfect that you want a little more human qualities from him,
especially when he gives you a gentle, adoring smile again, and his lips are even brighter than even the blood of the body lying on the rain-smelling, dark grass someone. This happens sometimes — even though you live in the forest, it only means that there are even more predators here. Gege gently purrs that you both should not go to the city for perhaps another month — who knows where else these creatures are hiding? it's not safe — and it's not that you're disappointed, having already bought everything you need... but you know that your Gege is doing it for you.
Every year there are more and more of them, like weeds in the garden, but Gege only gently tells you not to think about it, although you more than clearly see that the older you get and more often appears in cities and villages, the more of them. Gege sometimes allows you to go for things yourself to the nearest village, where not only passing merchants often stop, since the village is conveniently located with a road leading to the center, but also other rabble, and you can more than connect the point "they see me" and the point "they began to appear more often in our part of the forest." However, Gege, although omega, is not like ordinary omega at all — he always hides the bodies himself, although never comes back full or with meat, so you prefer to think that he feeds other beasts or does something else. You don't really want to know.
In the village, you heard about a case where omega endured violence from his spouse for a long time and eventually scratched out their eyes and chewed their throats, and whatever Gege did with the body, you just hope that it won't affect you. Of course, you do not commit violence against him, but your future spouse is not an "ordinary" omega, who can only endure until he explodes. Of course, you have never seen him explode, but you are sure that this will not be normal, and he will certainly commit one or two particularly serious crimes, which are whispered about from time to time in cities — you do not quite understand what it is, but you are sure that it will not be very good. Just in case, you regularly bring him flowers and cook food much better — Gege seems to think it's a little silly, but very cute, and hides head in your neck, purring that whoever you turn out to be, he will become your omega husband.
You are not self-presented in any way, although you no longer smell of milk and have definitely grown up, even matured rather, and Gege now puts his head on your chest, unlike how he hid you on his chest, like a parent hides his cub from danger. However, he continues to bring crowns of flowers and gently pulls your name, depending on how you take care of the household, still much better than him. Of course, he also contributes to your small household with a vegetable garden and a plan to build at least a chicken coop, but still prefers to spread out on the wooden hem, looking on how you work, and you can't blame him, seeing his happy face, like he's a pet that's been petted and is now resting.
(purrs plaintively when your hands slide over his chest, but you only coo him to relax when another flower appears on delicate neck, too contrasting with the color of his skin, just like the one that appears a little lower, then to the right, a small inflorescence on stomach, small bouquets on sides, scarlet spots on wet slippery trembling thighs, an ecstatic squeak when your lips descend lower, and his legs try to hide, but you only squeeze his knee tightly — and let him squirm while his legs wrap around your head, draining him even before the start to ease his desperate need and hunger.)
Perhaps you spoil omega too much, who has not even become your husband yet, but for some reason you always want to pamper him, as long as you remember yourself.
Perhaps you are just a good spouse from birth, huh?
cw blood, amnesia, poly relationship
ᥫ᭡ Red flowers always grow around little house. You often bring them to the deity, thanking for protection; the deity never responds, but you are still calmer and happier, as if the very knowledge that someone is guarding you inspires you — just like the sight of red flowers, almost as scarlet as the lips of Xie Lian, your mate, who picks up garbage, likes to dig in the garden and builds a chicken coop where you can then put the chicks, and also repairs the fence and the house, purring that he should prepare if you turn out to be a non-beta. You don't think that you will turn out to be a non-beta, but don't say anything, gently rubbing Xie Lian's back and not resisting when he offers to massage your, enveloping you with a gentle, slightly mettalic scent that has already become your favorite and so native that you can't imagine that there was a more attractive fragrance in the world.
The stranger in red smells of sweet datura — a fragrance that is so rich and bright that it could be used for demonic dual cultivation, but it envelops you so naturally, as if it is focused only on you. He has shiny black eyes, as if absorbing any sunlight that gets into them, and a carelessly woven black braid with a thin scarlet ribbon, the look of which is too familiar, but you don't understand why — and you haven't been so stupid and naive for a long time to say things like "I probably saw it somewhere on the market", because the way it is cut and decorated is too reminiscent of your way. His skin is white, too white for a person in any state of health except death, but his lips are peach-colored, curved in a mischievous smile with a hint of tenderness.
You don't see the point in asking if you know each other when the cheekily sweet fragrance becomes brighter at his playful approach, although you see how his body trembles slightly.
San Lang. My name, — if Xie Lian's smile is like the sun, then he rather resembles the devil, with this gentle youthful aura and the sparkles of the imp in his eyes, — but I'm much more interested in yours.
And before you have time to answer, he continues, trembling slightly, with pent-up delight, looking at you as a deity, although a devilish smile does not leave his thin, gently peach lips:
Let me guess, though.
Xie Lian, your sweet, gentle omega, has always told you that no one but him knows about you, — jewelry should be kept from others, — but in San Lang's eyes, a veil of pure adoration shimmers like black pearls in the light, especially when he tilts his head, and the familiar-looking earring gently follows this movement, caressing unnaturally white skin, like a drop of blood — the same as Xie Lian's bright scarlet lips.
I'm sorry; did I scare you? I just live in the city, — the son of a merchant family, — so I often saw you. Don't you remember me? You often come to our store.
Do you?
We could take a walk before my family starts looking for me, right? After all, I don't bite, so you have nothing to be afraid of, right?
Despite all the playfulness, you hear nervousness, and you can't find the strength to refuse, knowing that Xie Lian knows about your possible long absence and is probably busy outside the house right now. Maybe you just inhaled too much of its smell, leaving a taste in your mouth, and maybe it just seems to you when you feel the familiar bloody notes of fragrance through the sweet dope. Maybe it just seems to you that omega is too passionate about you and trusting even for someone who left the city for the first time and ended up in the forest, and is too playful, even if unmarried and not marked by anyone. You're not sure how normal it is when an omega tries so desperately to snuggle up and purrs something, more just keeping up a conversation than trying to develop it, enjoying your company the way a fish inhales oxygen in water after a long stay on land.
You're not stupid, though. Perhaps you are not very experienced, but you are not stupid, especially when he looks at you as a deity, and his gaze is too reminiscent of Xie Lian's gaze when he thinks that you do not see, not taking his unblinking eyes off you, as if afraid that if he does not see you and you do not give voice then you will disappear, go away like the morning mist.
And the fact that Xie Lian does not grow up; and the fact that you do not remember anything before coming to your "home"; and how you and he bring offerings to an unknown deity; and how white San Lang's skin is, but his gaze burns harder than a burnt hand that you have never burned in your memories.
The small child who fell from the wall; royal colors, like a kaleidoscope, with a sunny smile and a sword made of peach wood; clothes so bright that it's almost uncomfortable, but as long as he's around, everything is fine. Two faces, like a blurred image in a puddle. You don't remember anything before you were brought in and told that he's your family now, and you're not sure you want to know. Maybe there are things you don't need to know.
A small child. Red eye. Blood. A lot of blood.
The little lump on your chest, not understanding what's wrong with you, but trying to do everything.
When blood flows from your body, it doesn't hurt that much.
San Lang's lips taste like ripe cherries.
I don't think Xie Lian will mind.
You think that the omega story may have been more true and probable than you thought.
Perhaps you should find more flowers.
Oh, are you picking flowers for him again? Can I help?
For some reason, now you understand where the bodies went, who defended territory and why scarlet flowers bloomed around everything.
I don't know what you're talking about, my darling.
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Puppy play with reader tugging on male sub’s leash harshly
With a muzzle too plssss
DOG'S DUTY
is to sit and be good & pretty.
CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour (obsessiveness, clinginess, subtle worshipping r.), established relationship, animalistic behaviour, pet names (dog, mutt, puppy g.), collaring + leashing, nsfw but by atmosphere as sfw
hypersexuality, heavy petting, pet play, brat taming, dirty talk, mention of breeding [talk], light footjob (legjob), rough treatment (mild choking g.), light bondage (tied hands implied, g.), heavy degradation (g.), orgasm denial (g.), mild praise (g.)
WRITING STYLE: drabble, ±1000 words; satoru's genitals are ambiguous ('cum', 'precum')
DARLINGS: satoru gojo x reader; dom!reader, reader has vocal lines, low-key meandom!reader
NOTE: thank you for your pretty request
Satoru was always annoying; at least a little, at least covertly, at least unobtrusively — but always got on the nerves of others, as if checking how much he could pull before patience broke like a red rag, limiting the line beyond which his behavior becomes intolerant. He has never been a guy who liked restrictions, and even less liked to follow them, breaking any rules and pushing boundaries until makes them practically irrelevant, defiantly metaphorically turning up his nose, knowing that nothing will happen to him for it.
And if earlier someone could say that this was 'adolescence', 'frivolous and empty-headed from lack of experience', 'arrogant from high status', now there was no excuse except "upstart" and "brat" — and you were one of those people. However, for you this name had a slightly different meaning.
“Bad dog.”
Even when the leash forces him to move forward, he only growls in response, jerking his whole body back — only to be pulled forward even more, resting his knee on the floor, trying to resist your movements.
Satoru especially loved pushing your boundaries and how long you can tolerate him, — and it was a very short period, because, unlike the others, you had no reason to tolerate his character.
“Obey orders,”
Satoru growls briefly, trying to stay in place, but crawls when the leash in your hands is stretched too much, forcing him to obey if not words, then how much his pretty collar around neck pushes him forward to your legs, as befits an obedient dog listening to his owner,
“mutt.”
An incorrigible, obstinate mutt. Because if a dog's duty was to be obedient and affectionate, then Satoru tried to make sure as soon as possible how long you can tolerate him before you put him off the leash on a chain. Unfortunately for him, you had all the time in the world to see how incorrigible a brat he could be, growling softly when your fingers cling to the edges of his collar, almost scratching, feeling rapid heartbeat under the skin while he kept defiant gaze, unable to tell you anything. At least you dealt with his annoying habit of not shutting up relatively quickly.
“You don't know when to calm down, do you? Bad dog.”
Satoru wants to say something, but is interrupted, almost choking, when you pull the leash on yourself, forcing to straighten up, kneeling with his back straight. The pose in which an obedient puppy should meet the owner — or the one in which a dog like him should be constantly until he learns the right manners; but even when Satoru tries to escape from your hands, resisting, you grab him tenaciously by the face, not letting him dodge, helping the naughty dog look into your eyes while you're talking, almost hammering words into him.
“What does a good puppy do when the owner asks to come up?”
Satoru is mildly silent for a few seconds, as if realizing something, like a cute puppy, and you realize that he understood, probably whine a little and agree, he always does that, — before Satoru growls just as before, defiantly turning his face away from your weakened grip and sitting on his bare knees, not at all shy of being naked compared to you, nor your obvious dissatisfaction, ignoring.
Dumb dog.
“Oh? Is the puppy feeling moody today?”
Satoru whines loudly, clearly agreeing, turning his head to see your suggestions and listen to what you have to say, putting up with his behavior — only to be pulled forward and up, unconsciously spreading his hips just to squeeze them together with your leg, and his plaintive, frightened whining is not enough for you to stop pulling the leash, still forcing him to look at your face and not to the side.
It's a pity that the puppy feels particularly moody today, because you definitely do not intend to tolerate it today.
“What happened? The dumb puppy does not know what to do when the owner is angry?”
Or do you think you can get away with it?
His growl gets stuck in throat, giving room only for whining when you put hand on his throat, slightly squeezing, on the other hand not letting go of the leash, — but his hips shake when you move your leg, forcing him to move in time with you, ignoring his new plaintive whining mixed with sighs and sounds.
“My dumb pathetic puppy doesn't know what to do with the owner's leg? Then I'll help you and remind you,” Satoru's body shakes as you move back and forth. “Needy.”
In response, Satoru only makes inarticulate sounds, spreading his hips wider, but whines with displeasure when you stop, ignoring him — and defiantly does not move, letting you know that he will not be led to such a provocation. After all, he's breaking the rules, not obeying them.
You don't lift his head when he looks down at the floor,
pathetically drooling while hump on your leg, — but you can't refuse to "help" him, making him squeal every time, dripping on you with a precum, like a needy dog in heat, sticking out his tongue if he could really do it, fucking you at a hastily nervous pace, sometimes switching to relaxing rubbing against you, slightly whining to start moving again, ignoring even your tenacious grip on his hair to lift up his ruddy, hard-breathing face.
After all, breeding is the only thing a recalcitrant dog like him is good for.
But even when his precum drips from you to the floor, soaking, Satoru hastily twitches, trying to avoid your grip, — humiliatingly whining when he realizes that this is impossible, rubbing your leg between his thighs to ease the tension.
“How should a good puppy behave?”
Satoru falls silent, averting his gaze — but immediately interrupts his own silence, whining in understanding when you (threateningly) try to remove your leg. Of course he understands — especially by those misty eyes that don't understand anything happening except itching.
“You can't cum,” and, before Satoru understands what you are talking about and makes dissatisfied plaintive sounds, trying to pity you, “and if you're going to be outraged now, it won't be just for this session.”
This is for his own good — even if he clearly does not believe you, squinting with discontent, clearly calculating how much submission is justified before agrees, resuming movements, humping your leg at a slower pace, almost purring when you stroke his hair, gently helping him a little, because even if sometimes he behaves like a mutt, he can still be an obedient and affectionate puppy, loving touch and tenderness. Such a pretty thing. When he has had enough, you will definitely give him a bath — as a reward for good behavior.
(The fact that you believed in his approval does not mean that he really agrees, however — he could not say anything.)
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♡:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ Be Good
synop: toji comes over because you owe him money.
tags: toji fushiguro x reader, NSFW, 18+, minors dni, short & spicy
— “Listen brat,” A hot, raspy voice spoke against your ear.
A hand tightened around your waist while another around your throat. A comforting reminder who was in charge. You can’t form words to respond so you simply gasp in hopes Toji accepts it.
He chuckles at your pathetic attempt to speak, snapping his hips forward making your whole body tremble.
“You owe me twice the amount we agreed upon. I’ll triple it if you don’t behave and be good.” Toji spoke, removing his hand from around your throat to smack your ass before continuing his aggressive rhythm.
Heart filled eyes, you moaned at each of his thrusts, trying your best to match each one.
“Y-yes…sir,” You mumble between pants. Hoping this shared night never ended.
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It was @fourleggedocto's birthday this weekend!! He is one of my all-time favorite ghoul writers so I threw together a greatest hits rec list for the occasion! I get a lot of Ifrit requests—look no further, y'all. Octo's always got you covered. Wouldn't it be a lovely (belated) bday gift if you left some comments/kudos on some of these?
recs under the cut.
What Happens Between Us (series) - ifrit x phantom (x swiss)
Phantom
Dew and Rain are already fucking.
Ifrit
are they loud
Phantom
Yeah.
Ifrit
do u like it
Phantom
Kinda wish it was me.
What the fuck? That was not what he wanted to say! He drops his phone with a squeak and swears once again, this time aimed at his back-stabbing appendages. His phone vibrates in the sheets, the screen lighting up but Phantom refuses to read it. He turns over and hides his face in his hands. His cheeks feel hot to the touch, which only fuels his embarrassment.
Ifrit
shoulda said smth b4 u left
want some help?
Easy To Need - dewdrop x ifrit
“D’you think you could cum just from me pressing ‘em?” Dew slurred, a little drunk on the noises Ifrit was making, the way his tail slapped the bed happily every time Dew pressed into another one.
“Don’t know,” Ifrit huffed, and the unsaid part of it hung heavy in the air between them:
Let’s try
Ceremony - phantom x everyone
Phantom knows he’s quickly becoming a problem, but he can’t help it.
His whole pack is tired of waking up to him humping their leg or pillow, moaning in his sleep, and just generally being a nuisance to their beauty rest. As far as he knows he’s destined to be alone forever, to retire to his own room every night, to get off in his hand or against his pillow or in his pants like a dweeb. To never feel a knot, never know what sex is like up here, never know why Rain is so painfully loud.
Or: Phantom's initiation
date night - cumulus x mountain
“What?” Mountain grunts. He runs his hands down her thighs and back up to latch around her back to distract himself while she just keeps giggling, and he knows his own smile is stupidly big, only growing when he joins in with the light laughter. Mountain’s head tips forward with it, sending a grove of wisteria tumbling in front of his face again. He stops laughing suddenly, blushing heavily and bringing his hands up to cover his face. He can feel Cumulus pull out a smaller bloom from the top of his head, and it sings in her hold. He feels the way it’s pulled to her energy, dancing on her wind. He feels like that too.
Suffer in Body (Just Starting to Sin) - aether x ifrit
When Ifrit’s hands flew up to his wrists, he stopped immediately, inspecting his eyes carefully. The fire ghoul’s pupils only blew wider as he forced out, “Keep them on.” He sounded out of breath, which nearly knocked all the air out of Aether’s lungs as well. He adjusted them snuggly back onto his fingers, then reached out and cupped Ifrit’s face. He leaned into the reprieve of the cold metal.
“You better not regret this,” he mumbled, before bringing his hand down. Hard.
Angel of Small Death - dewdrop x ifrit
“Dewdrop, give it up. Staring at it isn’t going to make it grow back,” Ifrit groans, walking into the little water ghoul’s room to find him exactly where he left him 2 hours: in front of the mirror, completely naked, shaking fingers hovering over his little dick. It's the only part of this new, weird meat vessel he hasn’t gotten used to, and he's adamant he never will. Ifrit thinks it’s amazing, the best looking dick he’s ever seen, and he needs him to know it.
“Can I show you?”
Mountain One Offs - mountain x everyone
Mountain had resigned himself to the outskirts of the pack, hoping that not getting too close would help him keep them safe. But these idiots kept making him fall in love with them and now he just has 7 ghouls to look after (or to look after him) and keep occupied so they don't get themselves in too much trouble.
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random spicy headcanons featuring haganezuka, rengoku, tengen, sanemi, giyuu, and gyomei!
fem!reader x rengoku, tengen, giyuu, gyomei, sanemi, haganezuka (separate)
cw: penetration, oral, praise kink, breeding kink, body worship, mentions of kama sutra positions
RENGOKU (continued, check out my first post!)
Fucks fast, and like I said in my initial post about him, he'd enjoy a position where he's firmly grounded in order to fuck you at the speed he desires. Therefore, he'd likely prefer to be standing up as he thrusts into you. Maybe having you on the edge of the bed in mating press as he stands, hovering over you as his cock slams into your core repeatedly. Or he might fuck you up against the wall, holding onto your thighs wrapped around him as you'd cling to him for dear life. Not only does he have incredible speed, but he also has the stamina to match it. Everything that he'd do would be overwhelming.
eager as heck, if you even mention anything relating to having sex or mention even the subtlest innuendo, he'll be stripping off his clothes and will be pouncing on you immediately the moment you two were finally alone. And when he'd pull down his pants, you'd see that his cock would be proudly shot up, hard with precum staining his tip. He'd been holding in his arousal for you this entire time and would be making you responsible for it.
If you asked him to be slow, he would go slow...initially. It's until he's swept up in the ecstasy of your cunt squeezing around him and sucking him in that he'd begin to both quicken his pace and bury himself inside of you even deeper.
The faster he thrusts, the more he would run his mouth and babble on like, "haa, you feel so good! so good..!! I think I'm gonna cum...ah-! Cum with me, y/n..! I wanna feel you release around me...!" and before you can say a word, he'll let his seed spill into your core, letting out a choked moan as he does so. Although he pauses for a second to catch his breath from his high, he wouldn't waste any more time before continuing to thrust into you, ensuring that his wish be granted. And so it would when he he reaches down to rub circles on your clit and hits your sweet spot. With the spasming of your walls, you'd finally let you're own juices envelop him, and he'd smile at the sound of each wet, sloppy smack that occured as he slowly dragged his cock in and out of you. "Ahaha...there we go...that's a good girl"
he'll always be honest with you, even if it might sound a little graphic. He might tell you something like, "be prepared for what's coming later. I'm gonna fuck you 'til the morning comes" and none of it would be an exaggeration. He will be fucking you until the sun rises. He's not one to say things just for show. Anything that he says is a promise to you. So when he also says that he'll make you cum over and over again, you will be coming over and over again. And if he says that you'll be having his babies, you will be carrying his children soon enough.
UZUI
would totally manhandle you and would do you in the freakiest positions that would test the flexibility of both you and him, as well as strength. With his physique and physical prowess, putting you in any kind of position would be so easy for him. Whether he'd have known the positions in the kama sutra or not, he would've already tried them out with you. 69, Lotus position, Plough position, Hero position, Star position, Frog position- you name it. This man is kinky as he is flashy.
Tengen's a total dom, but I think he'd have times where he'd enjoy laying back and letting you do most of the work. Therefore, unlike Kyojuro, he'd probably enjoy having sex sitting down or laying down. Probably would enjoy you riding him with you straddled on his lap, in a cowgirl or reverse cowgirl position. And he wouldn't mind you sitting down either... particularly on his face. Don't you dare try to hold back by simply hovering your pussy over his lips, he wants you to truly sit and feel all of your weight pressing down on him. That way, he could give your lower lips the deepest kisses, as well as the most passionate french kisses, delving his tongue deeper into you. He'd enjoy watching the exasperated and blissful look on your face as he pleasured you from below, widening his smile into your cunt
He'd punish you if you were ever being naughty or difficult, and would do so by edging you, and then overstimulating you. Again, he'd observe your face, waiting until your brows furrowed and your mouth went agape as he was fucking you into your next high. Yet, before you could ever reach it, he'd quickly pull out, letting your walls clench over nothing. Despite your pouts and glances of frustration at him, he'd do this multiple times until he can no longer resist your adorable expressions. So when he finally lets you orgasm, seeing the blush spread on your cheeks and cloudy look of lust shroud over your half-lidded eyes, he can't help but continue to fuck you. Then those hazy eyes of yours would soon be flooded by tears, overwhelmed by the stimulation he would be giving you.
would probably enjoy fucking you doggy style too though, so that he could slap your ass easily.
I think he wouldn't mind public sex? The thrill of possibly getting caught would entice him. With that risk of getting caught, he'd be teasing bastard for sure, and a cocky one too. He'd be the type to hush you when your moans were growing in volume, "Quiet now, darling... you wouldn't want anyone to hear you now, would you?", all while having the biggest smirk on his face. And the most irritating thing about all of this is that the truth is he would definitely want someone to hear how good he was fucking you, and you know it.
HAGANEZUKA
Look, I know Haganezuka can have a rough and aggressive streak with his temper, but I think he'd have the capacity to be just as tender.
Okay, this is gonna be a weird analogy but hear me out: If he loves you enough, he'd treat you the same way he'd treat his swords-- with extreme care. So much that I see him being into body worship, trailing kisses up and down your body, and muttering his adoration of you against your skin. He'll be passionate about you and it'll show in the way he holds your body so delicately, afraid of giving you the slightest scratch.
And with that kind of passion for you, it'd feel like heaven to him when he's finally able to thrust it all into you, all of his love and admiration.
On the other hand, I don't think he'd mind it at all if you left scratches and bite marks on him during the act. In fact he'd love it if you did. Just as he receives scars and callouses as a result from smithing the toughest blades, he'd view the marks you'd give him as a testament to how well he was fucking you. He would bean with pride at the sight of it.
This is kinda weird, but I'd see him putting up windchimes in the bedroom as to soothe him and assist him in being more gentle whenever his temper is raging. He knows how big he is and how he could get carried away in the heat of the moment, letting all his frustrations out on you, so he'd try, to the best of his ability, to be more soft. The last thing he'd want is for you to get hurt, after all, and if that means having to set up windchimes around the room, so be it.
also, he'd be the type to growl when he's balls-deep inside of you and you're squeezing around him so tightly. I just know it.
The persistence and determination of this man would be off the charts. He's not stopping until he's fucked you right; that means he isn't stopping unless your body was trembling and spasming underneath him, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure he was giving you. Feeling the way your thighs would shake at the sides of his head and feeling the way you would jerk your hips into his mouth as he ate you out, would please him so much.
SANEMI
My initial thought for Sanemi would be that he's a mean dom, but I honestly feel like he could be a soft/service dom too. This man is just a big tsundere
I think he'd totally start off sex like, "Ha! You're such a dirty whore. If you want my cock so much, then beg for it" but as he's fucking you, he'd whisper, under gritted teeth, nearly reaching his climax, "I love you so fucking much...cum with me, yeah? come on, I've got you"
Like, he puts up a rough and intimidating front, but would totally melt in your arms if you gave yourself to him and took care of him.
cradle his head as he sucks on your tiddies, he'd be drunk on your milk and would smother his face in between them. He also wants to take care of you, so he'd probably finger you as he sucked upon your breasts, giving you stimulation in both erogenous areas. And when you release, he'll pull them out to lick off your nectar stained on his thick fingers, and would give you a kiss, allowing you to get a taste of yourself
Most of all, Sanemi always wants to protect you. He'd probably cling to your waist tightly as he fucked you. While his embrace might give you a sense of security, it would also do the same for him. You were here in his arms, safe and sound, where nothing could ever harm you; that all what matters to him
Call out his name in bed, it would delight him tremendously. Hearing you scream for him would not only swell his pride, but more importantly, it would make him feel needed. So when you call out his name, of course, he'll be there for you, and would tend to your needs.
Screaming his name as he further buried himself inside you, he'd lowly groan into your ear, "I'm here, pretty girl...and I'm gonna make you cum all over me. I know you'll love that"
I'll probably write mean dom Sanemi in another post, stay tuned LOL
GYOMEI
he will be the most gentle with you. He's so afraid of hurting you, but still wants to pleasure you.
Your pleasure is his pleasure, so when he hears your sweet sighs and moans, it would all shoot straight down to his cock
Therefore, in that case, he'd likely have you take the reins more often when it comes to sex. He'd enjoy you riding him, hitching his breath when you first gently insert the tip into your cunt, getting used to his girth, before letting yourself sink down on him to take a little bit more of his length, which was already stretching you out like crazy. He'll let you take your time putting it inside, and when your walls have adjusted and his length is able to slide in and out with ease, he'll begin thrusting up into you himself. As you begin to tire out and he's reaching his own high, he'll instinctively take hold of your hips and bounce you on his cock with his own strength. So even if your legs give out and you go limp, he'll still be fucking you.
Your jaw will most definitely hurt after sucking him off, because everything about him is HUGE
He'd be perceptive in bed, listening closely to your breathing, your heartbeat, to your moans and cries, taking note of which motions bring you pain or pleasure, and he'll make love to you accordingly. Despite observing all of these things, he'd still make sure to verbally ask you if you were okay.
Even though he aims to be gentle, he isn't opposed to bringing you to your limits during sex. He wouldn't want neither of you to miss out on the euphoria that the act of making love has to offer due to fear. He wants to make love to you wholeheartedly. Thus, he'll often grasp your hand firmly to reassure you when he was splitting you open and after you both reach your highs, he'll softly caress your cheek and press a deep kiss to your temple, telling you how good you've done
GIYUU
not very vocal, the most he'll do is grunt or groan.
Rather, he communicates a lot more through his eyes (if you've watched the demon slayer ova, you'll know what I'm talking about). He believes that "the eyes are the windows into a person's heart", so he would always seek your gaze as he makes love to you, wanting to know how you're feeling, how much you're enjoying it, and in his gaze, you'd find such admiration looking back at you. His eyes would always be seeking your permission before proceeding
hence, he'd prefer positions in which he can face you (so missionary, cowgirl, mating press, all that jazz)
he'd fall for you all over again if you would tell him what you love about him or praised him in general during sex because he cares about what you think of him. Heck, if you just said that he feel so good, then that's enough to make him bust a nut lol
a/n: I honestly did giyuu a little dirty by not giving him as many hcs, I'll probably continue his in another post lol
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haechan’s fucking you and your eyes are rolled to the back of your head from how rough he’s being. all the while, he’s smiling at how much you’re so affected by him.
the girth of his cock deliciously embraced by the wet-warm feeling of your tight cunt around him. and you call for his name in every sharp thrust.
he is so amused by you. that you’re so sensitive to him. even just the feeling of his breath tickling your neck has you clenching even tighter around him.
and even when you’ve came he’s still going at it, using his thumb to further overstimulate you as your start to gush on his cock. he teases, “baby, you’re just so cute when i’m making you cum.” and you’re still cumming.
your hands are cupping his cheeks, looking at him with a blurry vision as your try to lean in to kiss him. and he’d coo, leaning in to kiss you himself, continuing to fuck you. he just thinks it’s so cute even when he hasn’t given you a chance to calm down from your high, and you still want to kiss him. “you’re so perfect baby.” he mumbles through the kiss.
your legs shake from the sensitivity, you’re overstimulated. and yet you pull him to your embrace, wanting even more.
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If Emmet's just a little macaroni noodle then when Ingo gets back from Hisui, the man's a FULL SERVING OF
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#submas#ingo#warden ingo#emmet#champion emmet#WE GOT SOME BEEF WE GOT SOME CHEESE WE GOT SOME NOODLE#WE GOT DA WHOLE LASAGNE HERE FOLKSSSSS#HOT DOOOOOOOOOG#i would nOT BE ASHAMED TO SAY I WOULD GLADLY HIT THAT#🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵#sPICY LASAGNA~~~~~~~~~~~#nok draws#train twins♡#buff ingo
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