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valentine-cafe · 2 months ago

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ 1311 jingyi / reader / alessio ꒱ one of your boyfriends goes out of the country and calls you up. yet it would seem your other boyfriend is already taking advantage of the situation and fucking you as much as he possibly can.

𖹭. content warnings◞ explicit content . penetrative sex . hand job . phone sex . rough sex . degradation . dumbification . creampie . threesome . multiple orgasms . jingyi is playing switch & is whiney . 1.6k

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“Are you touching yourself, hermoso?”

The deep, grave rumble of his voice stiffles your own in your throat. You swallow, trying to get rid of the lump of mewls and whines that settled itself. Alas, all you could do was buck your hips meekly as your hand presses the phone closer to your ear.

“H-Huh? Course not - of course not. . . Alessio. . .”

You sure did a poor job at convincing him. The strain in your tone combined with your stuttered pants did little to shoot down his accusations. Well. He is still only half right.

“Yeah?” Muses the voice on the other end. You hear the creak of a chair and assume he’s settled in his hotel for the night. While you were less than keen at the idea of Alessio leaving for a few days to handle ‘business’ - you failed to realise what the ramifications of that would entail.

Your ass plaps softly. Just missing the line of the call. A large hand grips onto your hips and yanks you back again. So that your back flushes further into a cold chest. Another arm wraps tightly around your middle, holding you still as slow yet powerful thrusts shake your body and the bed.

Jìngyí always had quite the appetite. Especially now that Alessio was away and he had you all to himself. Of course he wasted no time in pushing into you when you were on the verge of sleep. What a way to wake you right up and keep you in his company for longer.

“So what’s with the panting then, amor? Or are ya that happy to see me, eh?”

Alessio’s croon makes you click your tongue. Bite on your lip and try to keep your hips still as your other boyfriend abruptly speeds his thrusts up. A feral wet slapping fills the room as his hand slips to your thigh, shoves it open - and the other reaches down to palm at your spurting dick. A whisper of hushes, hissed praises meets your ear to top it off.

With a gasp and a choked cry - you barely have time to answer Alessio. Instead, your head falls into the pillow and you whine out oh so loudly. A stammered - “J-Jìng - Jin - yí-!”

You hear the other’s breath hitch over the line and at last, Jìngyí speaks up with a breathless chuckle and words tightened by a clenched jaw. “Pretty lil’ thing’s so messy when you’re not here - fuck - you should see him.”

To accentuate the wet slaps - Jìngyí angles his thrusts and shoves your thighs together. A cold grin falling to his lips when you buck back into him and sob his name down the phone. He can already see Alessio burning green yet painfully hard. He knows his fiance well enough by now.

“Oh,” hums Alessio. You can hear the faintest clear of his throat and another creek of the chair over the line. “Oh I see how it is - you’re both having fun in my absence yeah?”

Jìngyí rolls his eyes. Hands promptly grabbing onto your body and roughly shoving you into the sheets. His weight cramped down on you so that you have no choice but to melt into the sheets as he starts pounding your pretty little ass. Until you are whining out sobs and hiccups through the room and down the phone. His cock stretches your rim out so perfectly - and his aggressive thrusts make you see stars.

A hand tightens around your head. Pushing it down into the plush of pillows as he pours the pure frustration of this week out onto your poor thighs and shaking body.

“A-Ah - ah - ah - ah!”

You slur into the casing. Fingers tight around the fabric. For a moment you had completely forgotten about your other boyfriend over the phone. Until you hear his low grumble.

“Jìngyí.”

The name makes the one above you falter. But he bites down on his lips and narrows his white eyes. Slamming his hips forward so that he might fuck into you shallowly. But it is evident with the sudden atmosphere dripping from your phone’s speaker - something has stirred within him.

The click of a tongue is what sounds through next. Followed by a tutting noise. “Tan lindo ( cute ) . . . what didya think you’d have us both?” Alessio grunts over the line. You hear the shuffling of fabric — and the idea of him sitting there. All alone and stroking at his hard dick leaves you drooling even more. If the way you were squirting over the sheets wasn’t doing enough for you.

“Shut up,” hisses Jìngyí. His body cranes over yours and he continues his movements without falter. Although with a few more whining moans. “You’re not taking lead when -” a clear of his throat. “Y-You are fuckin’. . . countries away.”

Another croon. This time Alessio’s voice takes on a sweet lilt. “Won’t I baby? You might be fucking him sore but I know that whine from anywhere. You’re not getting your way this time.”

That’s how it is with these two. A constant fight for domination and control. Suppose you expected that when you entered a relationship with two tops. If you were not sprawled out on the mattress and being fucked raw - you might have teased Jìngyí for losing this time.

His pace becomes a little sloppy. A bit haphazard the more that Alessio speaks to him. He has the need to claw at you. Control you. But he cannot help but abide by some of the commands thrown his way.

“That all you can do baby? Oh come on, know you can pound him harder. Or are ya playing the pathetic slut t’night?”

And so Jìngyí’s hips somehow gained even more power. Crushing yours into the sheets as he brings his forearms own on either side of your head. His noises both guttural and whiney all the same as he starts fucking into you wildly. Faster. Harder. In every way that makes you whine out his name — and Alessio’s while you’re at it.

All you can do is roll your eyes back. Part your lips and let out your own slew of whines when his rough, large hand cups around your jaw. Forces your head to the side so that he can kiss you all messy. His elongated tongue shoving past your quivering lips and down your throat. So that he might at least have some kind of advantage.

The thin sheets cling onto your body. Like a second sheen of sweat that coats you full. The front of your thighs roughly hump against the mattress, creating the perfect friction for your throbbing, wet dick.

You try to whine for him. Tell him to slow down a bit; but is that really what you want? After all it was you that sleepily grinded into him with all your little whines. It was you that started all of this.

“What ‘bout his cute little dick? You playing with it enough?”

A small rasp of air leaves Jìngyí from the voice of his lover. His hand immediately scrambling to hook around you. Palm and fingers wrapped around your quivering cock once again and pumping messily. His thumb swirling at your tip as though to apologise for his neglect.

The sudden sparks of pleasure to your already overstimmed body makes you cry out. A slur and confused mixture of both of their names pouring from your moist lips as you squirt into the sheets again. And again - and again.

All the while, Jìngyí refuses to let up his thrusts. His whines and groans catching the attention of Alessio who you can already hear palming at his own dick. Probably squeezing around his tip and trying his utmost hardest not to cream himself from the slew of lewd noises pouring out of his phone.

“You gonna cum, cariño? Yeah? Gonna stuff them full?”

“A-Alessioooo,” whines Jìngyí, he cannot stop himself from doing just that. His thrusts faltering and dick tensing for but a moment before he snaps and spurts ropes of icy, cold cum into your awaiting hole. The way he collapses into you with a gasp and starts aggressively, shallowly, humping into you again and again spurts out the thick substance down your thighs.

Not to worry. He’ll stuff you full even more.

Of course you follow quickly after. The feel of him painting your walls has your head dizzy and you can only clench. Squirt yourself. And whine down the call.

“Looks like the little whore couldn’t help himself either - hah,”

Alessio’s degradation makes you bite your lip. If only for your head to limp when another order meets Jìngyí’s ears and he’s following like an obedient puppy. Rolling over and pulling you onto his lap. His face flushed and eyes glossy but his expression ever as cold when he takes control over you.

His hips snap up in quick succession to his fiance’s command. Making you bounce like a ragdoll on his throbbing cock that forms a ring of cream at the base. The prominent veins thrumming against your gummy walls. Clawed hands dig into your soft thighs and he grunts up at you.

“Th-Thatt’ssss it - that’s it - yeah, th-that’s it pretty boy.”

His grunt strains a whine. You can all but limp into him. Try and fail to keep up with his rough pounds that send ripples through your plush ass.

Through it all you hear a stiffled sound over the call. A grunt followed by a long groan. You can only imagine that Alessio has stained his hand at last. His hips messily bucking into his own palm. But the both of you are well aware of his insatiable libido. So it is no surprise when his voice drips out of the speaker. Low and raspy.

“Put camera on. Wanna see you fuck and cream our slutty boy full.”

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valentine-cafe · 5 months ago

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. ˚◞♡ 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕◞ ₊˚

. ˚◞꒰ 🍰 verse 781 ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ALESSIO : oral fixation, overstimulation, hair pulling, dacryphilia, semi-public, biting, cnc, gun play, knife play, choking, degradation, praise, dumbification, DADDY KINK, creampie, spanking, dirty talk, guided masturbation, mirror play, rough sex, FACE SITTING, presses on your pelvis, public sex, claustrophilia, taking his frustration out after missions, hooking his arm around your neck while he fucks you from behind. . .꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ TALISEN : bondage, oral fixation, spanking, hair pulling, dacryphilia, breeding kink, somnophilia, semi-public sex, scythe play, rough sex, praise kink, body worship, clothing kink, toys, cam, humiliation, degradation, creampie, fingering, nipple play, knotting, dumbification, massaging, marking kink ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHEN : dumbification, hair pulling, degradation, praise, power imbalance, fingering, mirror play, biting, play with his silk sliiittss, oral, somnophilia, shower sex, size difference, praise, creampie, dirty talk, toys, hand kink, voyuerism, study sex ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHIMA : biting, degradation, oral, nipple play, phone sex, electrostim, masochism, humiliation kink, role reversal, voice kink, temperature play with her cigarettes, body worship ꒱

. ˚◞꒰ 🥐 verse 209 ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHEN : tentacles, breeding kink, body worship, choking, manhandling, degradation, humiliation, dumbification, bondage, roleplay, frottage, edging, orgasm control, sensory deprivation, phone sex, somnophilia, predator/prey, VOICE KINK THANK YOU HUSBAND, claustrophilia, exhibitionism, cnc, knife play, blood play, experimentation play, hate fucking, overstim ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ JÌNGYÍ : mistaken identity, knotting, body worship, voyeurism, angry sex, cock warming, breathplay, shower sex, rough sex, mirror play, daddy kink, authority kink, temperature play, oral fixation, masturbation, claustrophilia, hand kink, breeding kink, tentacles, degredation, praise, humiliation, voice kink, medical kink, body worship, edging, phone sex, dacryphilia, manhandling, predetor/prey, overstimulating. ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ HAITAO : clothed sex, temperature play, tentacles, hand kink, size difference, sensory deprivation, toys, orgasm control, overstimulation, priase kink, degradation, body worship, therapy sex, bath sex, mutual masturbation ꒱

. ˚◞꒰ 🍵 verse 9948e꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ALESSIO : size difference, CAM, humiliation, semi-public, manhandling, breath play, hair pulling, hand job, oral fixation, edging, toys, PHONE SEX, ritual sex. . . , impact play, dumbification, spit, bondage, power disparity, mutual masturbation, claustrophilia, finger him he loves it sm, will split into multi versions of himself ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHEN : scenting, cock warming, mutual masturbation, somnophilia, praise, degradation, VOYUERISM, oral fixation, wet dream/dream sex, size difference, bath sex in his pools, predator/prey, MANHANDLING, humiliation, breath play, nipple play, mistaken identity, fingering, breeding kink, fucking you on his citadel balcony, authority kink, please touch his wings they’re sensitive ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ JÌNGYÍ : massaging, cock warming, mutual masturbation, somnophilia, praise, manhandling, oral fixation, wet dream/dream sex, size difference, humiliation, breath play, nipple play, fingering, scythe play, cnc, semi-public sex, edging, orgasm control, overstimulating, orgasm denial, breath play, telepathy sex, guided masturbation, knife play, clothed sex, blindfold ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ YIZÉ : gun play, humiliation, orgasm control, ice, semi-public/public sex, masturbation, cnc, knotting, dumbification, rough sex, soft sex, size differenze, breath play, nipple play, praise, edging, overstimulating, sensory deprivation, knife play, scythe play, claustrophilia, oral fixation ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ MÈNG YÁO : brat taming, breath play, scythe play, nipple play, scissoring, fingering, cunnilingus, toys, overstimulating, edging, orgasm denial, bondage, voice kink, guided masturbation, hand kink, lingerie, blindfolds, dirty talk, pre-consensual hypnosis and aphrodisiacs, marking, mirror play, voyerism, body worship. ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ HÀOYÚ : authority kink, size difference, public sex, semi-public sex, brat taming, nipple play, gun/knife/scythe play, temperature play, cockwarming, impact play, humiliation, mutual masturbation, praise kink, body worship. ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RASUI : temperature play with his heat regulation, authority kink, daddy kink, nipple play, orgasm denial, orgasm control, overstimulating, knife play, ROUGH SEX, cunnilingus, office sex, semi-public sex, fire circle sex, clothing kink, hand kink, marking kink. usage of homemade aphrodisiacs.꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ HAITAO : knotting, size difference, shower sex, degradation, praise kink, sensory deprivation, bondage, humiliation, impact play, edging, cum eating, oral fixation, voice kink, usage of magic in sex, frottage, dirty talk ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ SEONG-JIN : cockwarming, size difference, degradation, bondage with his reaper threads, semi-public sex, face-sitting, sensory deprivation, frottage, authority kink, toys, humiliation, dirty talk, EDGING, impact play ꒱

. ˚◞꒰ ☕ verse 164 ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ALESSIO : overstimulation, clothed sex, dry humping, face sitting, guided masturbation, using his magic to fuck, dirty talk, edging, orgasm control, wet dream/dream sex, oral fixation, TONGUE FUCKING, size difference, predator/prey, mistaken identity, hand kink, dacryphilia, BITING, aphrodisiacs, dumbification, forest sex. . . public sex ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ TALISEN : Mistaken identity, clothed sex, face sitting, hypnosis, aphrodisiacs, cum eating, ORAL FIXATION, biting, dumbification, public/semi-public sex, DREAM SEX/WET DREAM SEX, fingering, brat taming, rough fucking, fucking you in his lake, fucking you at the bottom of his lake, breathplay, candles, humiliation, degradation, praise, body worship, authority, sleepy sex, somonophilia, soft sex, rough sex, angry sex, make up sex, voyerism, mutual masturbation, free use, manhandling. ꒱

. ˚◞꒰ 🍪 verse 9948v ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHEN : mirror play, blood play, RITUAL SEX, knife play, praise, degradation, voyuerism, size difference, aphrodisiacs, candles, voice kink, humiliation, impact play, body worship, sensory deprivation, sleepy sex, somnophilia, dumbification, hate fucking ꒱

. ˚◞꒰ 🍮 verse 1311 ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHEN : humiliation, AUTHORITY KINK, knife play, gun play, dumbification, semi public, brat taming, hate fucking, oral, somnophilia, praise, degradation, fingering, claustrophilia, nipple play, PHONE SEX, clothing kink, manhandling, OFFICE SEX, interrogation. . . ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ JÌNGYÍ : choking, impact play, dacryphilia, face sitting, free use, fucking you in his half snake form, double penetration, hand kink, voice kink, orgasm denial, overstimulating, public/semi-public sex, marking, guided masturbation, oral fixation, riding out gentle orgasms, manhandling, fucking you from the side, fucking you from the back, praise kink, body worship, fucking you when he’s coiled around you. ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ALESSIO : ROUGH SEX, manhandling, somnophilia, choking, impact play, dacryphilia, face sitting, oral fixation, dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, talks you through it. . . hand kink, voice kink, DADDY KINK, voyuerism, orgasm control, AUTHORITY KINK, overstim, electrostim, public sex, guided masturbation, HATE FUCKING, marking, squeezing your legs together for added pressure ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ HÀOYÚ : casino sex, authority kink, overstimming, electrostim, PUBLIC SEX, semi-public sex, gun/knife play, marking, biting, scratching, hair pulling, breeding kink, dacryphilia, claustrophilia, choking, breathplay, ROUGH FUCKING AGAINST THE CASINO BAR, letting myrr fuck you dumb, dumbification, dry humping, cum eating, fingering, knotting, predator/prey, morning sex. ꒱

. ˚◞꒰ 🥐 verseless ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ JÌNGYÍ : ghost sex, RITUAL SEX, WORSHIP SEX, magic sex, mirror fucking, size difference, monsterfucking in his demon form, authority kink, predator/prey, rough sex, public sex, wet dream/dream sex, mistaken identity, cnc, breeding kink, medical kink, orgasm control, knife play, fucking you from behind with your legs squeezed together, cumming on your face. . . it’s beautiful, marking with his nails, biting, hair pulling, ride him without touching him or letting him touch you - he likes it, aphrodisiacs, corruption. ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ VALERIUS : orgasm control, also talks you through it, praise, sugar coated degradation, guided masturbation, RITUAL SEX, face sitting, oral fixation, tongue fucking, overstimulation, bondage, ride him on his ‘throne’ come on, hair pulling, mirror play, body worship, aphrodisiacs, CORRUPTION, temperature play, SIZE DIFFERENCE, monsterfucking in his demon form ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ORION : bondage, wing kink, body worship, praise, sugar coated degradation, heavy degradation, AUTHORITY KINK, voyerist, mutual masturbation, rough sex turned gentle, gentle turned rough, marking you up with his magic and mouth, dumbification, dry humping, overstimulating, orgasm control, edging, wrapping his wings around you while fucking you, making you grind on his lower wing bones, breeding kink, CLAUSTROPHILIA, cum play, brat taming, bathtub sex, leashing, worship kinks, candles, he has very very sensitive hair. pull it, face sitting, shameless dirty talk, helping you ride out your orgasm with words of encouragement, hand holding. ꒱

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valentine-cafe · 3 months ago

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. ˚◞♡ 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒙 𝒈𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ꒰ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ꒱◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ 1311 alessio / gn model reader ꒱ you caught the eye of the famous rockstar around the sector - how lucky

𖹭. content warnings◞ none! . 0.6k

𖹭. receipts◞ needed to write something with this man because where are the requests for him sobs

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𖹭. model!reader who makes the famed rockstar around the sector’s head spin. god he can’t keep his eyes off of you. the first time you caught his eyes was while he was stalking through the sector for some urgent meetings with the wall guards - he just so happened to walk past your little shoot. you were beautiful. taking his line of sight and pushing all thoughts of duty to the back of his mind. oh - and when you caught a glance of him? smiled and waved at the sector’s saviour? in from his stomach.

𖹭. model!reader who had alessio immediately trying to find your name the second he got back home. flipping through contacts and trying to get your pretty little name on his tongue. on his mind. he still remembered your face crystal clearly so if push comes to shove - he’d find you in this city.

𖹭. model!reader who just so happened to stumble into the club he performed at. lucky him. he spotted you in the crowd with ease. how could he possibly forget that pretty face of yours? oh he’d purposefully find your gaze as he sang a particular line of lyrics that had your cheeks burning. were those for you? you’d find out when he called you up to stage.

𖹭. model!reader who quickly finds themself at the end of all his attention. never had you expected to have the leader of the sector and the rockstar alessio agresta arias himself to catch an interest in you. you’re not ignorant to the life of spoils and adoration in your line of work — but somehow, he amped it to the max. spoiling you rotten and making you flustered in so many ways you’d thought you were immune to.

𖹭. model!reader who looks so pretty roaming around the city with his black jacket over your shoulders after a shoot. his arm wrapped around you. waving off others and drawing you close, pressing a kiss to your temple. “can’t fuckin’ take you anywhere huh dulce? people got their eyes on you everywhere.” he’d chuckle. you’ve come to learn just how possessive this man can get; and he’d remind you of it when he takes you back home. drapes your pretty body over his counter and kisses you breathless.

𖹭. model!reader who gets surprised by alessio after shoots and during breaks all the time. he can’t help but whisk you off in whatever clothing you’ve been donned in this time. hoist you up onto whatever surface he can and worship your body with his lips. rough hands with fingers calloused from all his guitar-playing trailing along your soft skin. feeling you up.

“a-alessio -” his kiss silences your gasp. taking your air as his and squeezing at the swell of your hip.

“mm. jus’a bit more baby. troppo bella per essere gestita.” ( “too pretty to handle” )

rough hands pull you closer. press you to his knee. and oh does he chuckle at your whining and the small smack to his shoulder.

“yeah yeah, know you gotta work. can’t help it.” dark lips trail along your throat. pinching your supple flesh between his black-painted nails. before pressing a smooch to the corner of your lips. a small tap to your inner thigh delivered.

his whisper finds your ear. deep, littered in a thousand promises. “I’ll get you all to myself back home.”

𖹭. model!reader who has gotten kissed by alessio mid-shoots more times than you can count. the photographers love it. even if it’s completely by surprise and you always end up stumbling a little and whining into his lips as you desperately cling onto him.

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. ˚◞♡ 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒓 ꒰ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕 ꒱◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ 1311 alessio / reader ꒱ you remember when he used to sing, you missed it. now all he did was sing of war

𖹭. content warnings◞ hurt no comfort . some toxic aspects . reader gets shaken up . argument . 2.2k

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Remnants of yesterday’s arguement lingered in the atmosphere of the bleak apartment.

Despite the sun and it’s rays protruding through the windows, everything felt and seemed black and white. There were still prominent stains of tears shed in heaps on the soft skin of your cheeks.

A dark hare of anxiety rushes around your heart. Forcing it to leap and slam against the ribs that keep it sheltered and shielded when you feel your fiancé shift in his wake, his arm wrapping around your waist.

Yet you do not turn, barely do you breathe.

If you could sink in and become one with the soft plush mattress of the king size bed you slept in, you would. Let the sheets, your pillows and comforters all envelope you and keep you safe from the world forever. No more cares.

The grip around a soft pillowcase tightens and your eyes remain on the window. The wooden sill shining gently, with its large exterior showing you the small plants in pots hanging outside that were watered by last night’s downpour.

Flowers blooming beautifully and following along with the nature of the spinning earth. You envied them for their freedom to grow and wither. Only to come back even more vibrantly the year after.

All that reigned within the walls of this forsaken apartment was rot and erosion. There was no longer space to breathe.

The kitchen was no longer a place of joy and song.

Neither was the bathroom a place of comfort.

The pantry no longer a place of laughing when pairs bumped into each other, gathering ingredients.

The living room was desolate of dance.

All only filled by the silence. That deafening kind, that took even the loudest of clock tick and tacks out. Feet so tired coming home left footprints of blood dragged across the carpet.

No more does the serpent of the house speak, silencing his voice and seizing the rhythmic sound of drums.

And even as you laid there, both of you fiancé’s sharing bed with you. All that remained within your heart was a want to leave. You had loved once, you had admired and adored.

So much your heart had soared in the sky, higher than you ever remembered. You felt anguish the second you came back down on the ground. Instead of a comfortable landing, all you had felt was cutting rocks against skin as you tumbled down a deep slope that led you to nothingness after all the recent bitter feelings that had been woven into every piece of your relationship.

“Amor,” the familiar voice you’d been fond of hearing in the past whenever you woke. Gruff and deep. Raspy full of love that would have made your head spin.

The silence only swallowed the words once more.

And you continue to look out the window.

It was not until the man had called out for you softly for the sixth time you wringed out of his hold and threw on your morning coat. The soft taps of foot against gentle wooden floor echoing out to the kitchen instead.

Delicate digits turning on the radio, the soft click of it as you turned it on being the most refreshing thing you had heard since last night.

And very quietly, did you hear the faintest sound of a high pitched guitar and the sound of a woman’s voice. Softly singing, while the sector outside remained quiet in the early morning.

An anticipation stirring. One you didn’t like that many did.

Shifting around to grab a pan for eggs and a pot for rice, you begin cooking. Shuffling off to the pantry to grab the rest of your ingredients.

Gut filling with anxiety as you felt the presence of him, again. Looming.

The anger wasn’t over, you knew.

But it was better to ignore it rather than lean into knowing. It always was when it came to your precioso, your hermoso.

You walked by him quietly. His eyes following your every move.

A pair of lungs shiver. Exhaling a shaky breath. While the other draws in an almost amused inhale.

“Would you like to explain your behaviour, amor.” Alessio would whisper quietly, stalking up to you. Cocking his head to the side.

“’M just tired, hermoso, just tired. Hungry.” It feels pathetic to even hide the truth from him. You know he knows.

Silence passes through the talk, before it is tugged at once more when his voice breaks out and he leans over the counter to help you prepare the rice.

“Play your game of pretend then. I am patient.” He whispers softly, sweetly. With the very clear undertones of agitation.

Feigned sweetness, of course. Playing along in the game of pretend, he’s always been good at it. All so he can watch you crumble and spill. But you refuse to budge this time. A simple frown tugging at the corners of your lips.

While your heart screams at you to simply oblige and do as you always have.

Though your brain, instead, told you that now was the time to stand up for yourself, more than you ever had with this man.

“I’m not playing pretend hermoso.”

The song playing in the radio feels slower than it ever has. At times, the small chandelier in the ceiling flickers with it.

Morning in the aerodrome, the weather warmer, he is colder.

You lost him long ago in a war that has been raging for years. Way before you even met him. You’d never met him. You’d only seen glimpses.

And he gave you hope! He gave you hope for a better future. With freedom of the supernaturals. Equality and peace with humans. A place all of you could live together without discrimination and social barriers.

A place you don’t have to put walls between each other anymore.

It flickers before your eyes. Every time.

You were just a worker helping around backstage of the place he always performed at together with Jìngyí.

When did he last perform there? When did he last perform?

He loved performing. He really loved performing, you remembered. You saw.

The way his eyes would light up with so much happiness and passion, each and every chord sung. It was always songs of freedom and promise.

Now all of it was just killing humans, war. Revenge and Destruction. And it felt. . . It felt like tides were turning now, everything clashing together. Both sides stirring with panic to a point where innocents were killed for trying to help.

You’d been discriminated by humans, yes. But you’d also been helped. You’d never forget the ones who genuinely helped you.

All that spun around today; fearmongering and terrorizing on both sides.

There is blood on your hands from simply being around this man. And guilt weighs heavy upon the very fabric of your soul knowing how many have died from a simple snap of his fingers.

As a matter of fact it pools around you.

And you are drowning in it.

It didn’t matter who died anymore. It was your own kind, innocents from the opposing, bad people, young, old. It didn’t matter

It just hurts. All of it hurts.

What could he do, should have been a rockstar.

“Can’t you. . . go back to singing of peace. Instead of war?”

The whisper you allow to roll off of your tongue has you instantly regretting what you say. Everything squeezes inside. All organs feel as though they are going to fail on you and you are going to drop dead right then and there from the dread that clashes through your gut like lightning to a rod.

Gliding across the surface and to you, two magenta hues glare holes into your head.

but he didn’t have the money for a guitar

“¿Qué me has dicho? ( What did you say to me? )” he chuckles with warning in his voice. That, like the morning, had become clearer as it went by.

You gulp down the nervous lump in your throat that had been forming.

Paralyzed you stand there. Knife held against the cucumber that you had been cutting previously.

Rumbling against the copper pot lid. An excuse. The rice was boiling, and if you wanted to avoid them getting burnt, you quickly went over to lower the heat and put them away to finish.

However, you’d only get your hand on the handle of the pot, before a large, calloused hand would grab around it and place it away with you. Yanking your hand away and ushering you away from the counter.

You could only keep backing up as he forced you to. Running would be the stupidest thing to do.

“Repeat that. Say it while looking me, deep in the eyes.” He demands of you calmly.

He never would give you a chance to say much else so with hesitance and fear tugging away at every single nerve of your nervous system. It made you lose balance gradually and all you had to support yourself on was him.

“I just — “ you shakily try to speak. Taking in a deep breath, trying to speak.

“— I just. Just. Can’t you, go back to singing of peace instead of war. Can’t you just go back to doing what you love. You have been doing nothing but just, war. Wouldn’t it be better to approach all of this differently. To talk.” You frantically whisper.

“Talk. Where did talking ever get me, get us. You see the way we are slaughtered in the streets the second we go out there. Don’t you?” He sneers angrily. Gripping at your collar.

He’s hurting you again.

All of those empty promises of never doing so in the past. They rush in and greet you as old friends you didn’t wanna see ever again.

It was sad, you feared your life in his hands.

You feared him.

“Ale-Ales-ssio please, let’s talk about this. cal-ca-calm-calmly. please—”

“He estado lo suficientemente tranquilo ( I have been calm enough. )” You are interrupted so roughly. Your body getting sent straight down onto the floor.

“This about the argument from last night, isn’t it?” he sighs angrily. Fingers curling inwards and balling his hand into a fist.

He’d never hit you. Never.

It wasn’t like he enjoyed these arguments either. But you acted so fucking stupid.

When was the last time you even bothered sitting down and listening to him when he told you he loved you and would do anything to protect you?

“I am so fuckin’ sick and tired of being treated like I am about to kill you at any given moment. I’d never lay a hand on you nor our fiancé.”

Heavy footsteps stamp towards you. A hand grabbing you by the arm and throwing you onto the couch. Your entire body crumbling together.

“Stop it.” He hisses and turns you over. Glaring down at you.

“You scared of me?”

“Well you should be. I’m fucking tired of this. Amor.” It only continues, growing worse the second you start crying. And at some point you find yourself getting shaken violently by him. To the point where your head is light and clouded by haze.

His angry hissing became yelling and screaming.

It wasn’t until you fainted from being shaken so much that he stopped. Realizing what he had done. His hands were shaky and his entire body felt like it was being squeezed so tight he couldn’t breathe. And everything just burst.

Sending couches and chairs across the room in streams of his magenta power.

The same couch with you in it rushing over to the wall. Your body would roll onto the floor, almost lifelessly.

The sight made his blood run cold. It was the way your eyes had opened and your body had stopped twitching from the shocks that had rushed through your body.

Frantically and erratically stumbling over. With tears dripping down on the floor. He tries to pick you up.

You are however, snatched away from the pads of his fingers the second they come into contact with the fabric of your coat.

Jìngyí had lunged himself forward, pulling you into his protective grasp. While amber eyes bore into magenta. A look of such betrayal riddled in them and spoke volumes by the way his eyebrows knitted together.

“You can do that to me. Not them.” Jìngyí whispers.

“Not them Alessio.” He whispers once more. His body moving you to the kitchen with serpent-like movements, helping you wake up once again and silencing your cries gently. Trying his damndest to help you out of it and rest.

Convince you it was all the dark mares of your sleep that had plagued you.

And he did. Somehow he did. Perhaps with help of magic, perhaps it was with the help of your mind wanting an escapism.

Yet your heart squeezed still, and your body ached from the blunt impacts it had taken, and it’s previously shaken state.

It was better this way. Convinced now it was a dream. The argument the night prior and the flames that had licked against your body in this early morning.

Your fiancés taking such good care of you to help you feel better again. . .

what a waste of army dreamers

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Alessio 1311 with a (gn) reader who just went through a bad breakup. reader who just called him to spend the night and get some comfort and support .... he was your best friend, who else would you go to if not him? you'd always call him up when you had the time to just chat or vent when you need it. You get to his place, and everything spills out, it's hard to be vulnerable but alessio made it feel so easy. and...maybe, the mood shifts after a while of crying, sobbing, getting your feelings out, cuddles and comfort with him.... maybe you.. get a new distraction. you'd already grieved and fell out of love with your ex way before it ended, and you didn't have feelings for Alessio right? ....so why were you in his sheets crying his name like you love him? was this what you always wanted? someone to treat you like the precious gift you are, to value the time they have with you, to fuck you good enough that you actually get to cum? have someone desire you whole-heartedly, praising you, putting effort into you feeling good. but... all of this, it just made you realize how intense your feelings for Alessio are.... fuck. but maybe... he just had to take the opportunity to show you what you deserve. finally, finally get to show how much he cherishes you, how long he'd been waiting to show you all that he feels for you, even if it wasn't just with his words.

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ 1311 alessio / reader ꒱ he'd always loved you - and now to here that some scum broke your heart. he had to show you how special you were. what better way than to fuck you into the sheets?

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“a-alessi - alessioooo - a-alessiooo,”

the sound of your desperate whines choke in the back of your throat. the feel of his heavy cock easing in and out gives you time to realise just how big he is.

you feel each vein along the expanse of his dick. thrumming into your gummy walls and leaving you shuddering out short gasps.

the rough series of thrusts and pounds into all your sensitive spots had bled out into almost teasing grinds and shallow fucking into your clenching insides. something he seemed to love commenting on.

“s’needy baby. sucking me in so much. . .”

alessio’s hips abruptly snap into yours. echoing a quivering gasp as your fingers reach up to find haven in his dark hair. and then he resumes those little rolls and tempered grinds that send shivers of deep desire down your spine.

“look at that,” a grunt as he lands a small tap to the back of your thigh. squishing the supple flesh temporarily and pairing it with a quick kiss to your pulse. “feels like you’ll cream all over again. is that it? you gonna cum? yeah?”

the sheets crumble beneath your second hand. head falling back as he picks up the pace of his thrusts only a fraction. just enough to stir a certain prickle in your tummy that makes your lips fall open.

oh, did it feel so good to be brought to cloud nine. to lose yourself in the high of his pulsing cock and his deep voice cooing sweet words.

“when’s the last time y’ve cum cariño? with the way you’re clenching seems like forever ago,”

his magenta eyes slither to your quivering hole. the mercenary cannot help but trace a calloused thumb around the stretch. feeling the way that he splits you in two and makes you bob your throat in soft whimpers and needy moans.

however, the small huff from your lips reels his attention back to your face and he nearly falters his drawn-out movements by the look written all over your eyes. brows creased, lips parted as you slowly rock your hips into his.

“a-awhile,” the sniffle makes his stomach twist. “haven’t. . . mm, h-he never made me cum much -”

the words stir a certain fickle of annoyance and borderline anger within alessio. fingers subconsciously leaving crescents along your hips he’d clutched to like an idol.

the idea of that scum not taking your pleasure into account. the realisation that this was the first time in who knows how long that you are actually experiencing climax. . .

oh, it only brings a kickstart to his hips. a feral slapping of his balls against your soft skin as he promptly shoves you into the sheets and fucks your poor little hole raw. your mewls met by only a grunt in response.

“a-ale- alessio! oh goodd a-alessio,”

heat engulfs your chest as you cry out his name. pleasure pooling within your tummy as you squirm your hips on instinct and curl your fingers further into the dark sheets. much like you do with his tousled hair.

“uh-uh pretty. don’t run from it. lemme give you what you deserve,”

a crinkle knits between his brows. his piercing glistening. all while his large, rough hands snatch your hips and yank you further beneath him. using some of his weight to press you further into the mattress. causing a delightful pressure on your pelvis as he rams at an angle that has your eyes looping back.

“h-hnn- angh - f-fu’hhh -”

a hand only releases your hip to exchange for a grip around your jaw. pushing your head down into the plush of pillows as he mercilessly fucks a number of orgasms out of you. hissing at the feel of your slick all over his thighs and the sheets.

“that bastard -” a glow to his eyes as he swoops his head down. face directly over yours. thrusts only growing faster, rougher - if that was even possible. “had this pretty body all to himself - hah -”

he groans at the way that you clench. dark lashes fluttering as his eyes threaten to roll back as well. his grip tightens on your hip to regain control as a huff of effort leaves his lips.

“and - a-and he couldn’t even - treat it right? fuck, cariño. agárrate fuerte. lo compensaré.” ( “hold on tight, I’ll make up for it.” )

alessio’s lips find yours in a heated frenzy. as though he were desperate to remove any hint of the good-for-nothing boyfriend who dared to have such a claim on you. in his eyes you were perfect. too perfect. too undeserving of whatever the jerk did to you.

he’s eager to make it right. in the way that he kisses you. the way that his hands trace along each and every curve. worshipping your body as it meris.

you begin to believe it. believe that you are deserving of this pleasure. yes. you deserve to be fucked senseless on this cock. to be caressed, held, kissed as though he cannot get enough of you — and he does so tenfold. pulling climax after climax out of your shuddering body.

“a-aless - alessio - a-alessio I -”

“yeah? come on baby, what is it?”

that same thumb strokes along your cheek. his lips parted in a series of his own moans and slews of his mother tongues muttering about how good you feel.

your head swims with an indescribable bliss. all memories of pain leaving your swollen mind. leaving you with only images of him. the man above you and wrecking your body with so much love and care - despite the bruising way in which his hips crushed into yours.

you need this. you deserve this.

deserve him, deserve his cock.

his love.

“I-I -” you choke. both hands now rake down his back. scratching up his olive skin in a way that has him groaning from the base of his throat. “a-alessio - alessio I -”

a particularly sharp thrust has you gasping it out. like a prayer you cannot contain. and to make matters worse he brings a thumb to circle a sensitive bundle of nerves on your already overstimulated body.

“m listening baby, say it for me.”

the pounding shallows once more. focusing on that one spot that has your toes curling and your eyes crossing.

“l-love you - I love you - I love you alessio,”

a dam breaks. a flood of your tears paired with the squirting of your cum. pleasure wracks your body and your back arches. nails digging deeper into his flesh.

alessio in turn lets out a long groan. body hunching over you so that he flushes yours flat into the bed. hips stuttering and thrusts growing near-erratic as he drops his lips to yours. pierced tongue pushing into your mouth and drinking your moans. mixing them with his and he too reaches release with you.

your whines are pathetic. he finds himself whining too. both of your bodies messily and sloppily riding out an umpteenth high. the electric feel of your skin flushed leaving you both gasping for the sweetness of air - yet suffocating one another with sweet kisses.

the splutters of his name have him muttering curses. and at last, his hips slow their fervent movement. mellowing into small grinds and mindless humps.

until at last, it comes to a stop.

alessio focuses in attention in kissing you senseless instead. too consumed in your honeyed lips and the wonderous feel of your fingers weakly venturing into his messy hair.

“dios, eres perfecto,” ( god, you’re perfect )

he splits from your lips. a string of saliva being the only evidence of your senseless passion. those dark eyes of his hang heavy. gazing upon you with such devotion. affection unmatched.

“so good. . . did so so good,”

soft shushes meet your hushed cries as he slowly, carefully pulls out of you. holding back a groan at the spill of his cum all over your thighs. oozing out onto the sheets.

“shhh, shh hey, it’s okay - it’s okay,” both hands cup your face. he litters a few more kisses onto your lips, muffling your cries.

“I’ve got you precioso. . . mhhm I do. gonna treat you right,” a kiss to your tears. a stroke of his thumb upon your cheeks as he lays down upon the sheets and pulls you flush against him.

as those strong arms loop around your shaking form and his soft lips find the top of your head — you ease. melting into his embrace and listening to his soft praises, assurances.

“gonna love you right. te lo prometo.” ( I promise )

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valentine-cafe · 7 months ago

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(amab male reader, rq/drabble) thinking bout alessio 1311 being purposefully touchy / showy on stage with the other band members during a show just to make you jealous, and maybe it.... backfires a little. because after, he ends up getting ridden til he's breathless and overstimulated, his makeup all messed up with his tears :(( (or maybe he takes control halfway through ... I bet it's hard to keep a man as big as he is restrained without ~anything~ physical...)

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ 1311 alessio / bttm amab!reader ꒱ you just couldn't help yourself, you needed to prove that he was yours again

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“d-dios mio, eres. . . -hah - perfecto bebé — mm,”

calloused fingers rub into your soft thighs. switching only to cup your quivering dick as you bounced on his lap for all you’re worth. squeezing him like a vice. reminding him whose ass he comes home to every day.

and oh, he’d remember. with the amount of times he’s creamed you full. the amount of times he’s thrown his head back in ecstasy and ground his hips up into your tight hole. fucking his balls against your pliable flesh as you make him yours again.

“you remember it - mngh. . . remember it now papi? remember wh-who this cock belongs to?”

your slur as fingers flex around his strong jaw and you shove his head back. digging your nails into his olive skin. smearing your wet lips all over his dark lipstick. “s-so hard, ah. i-it’s so hard for me. me.”

sparks of bliss shoot up your skin and your back arches at the squeeze to the base of your cock. alessio cups his hand further and lets you fuck it. urging out strings of your messy cum.

“aww, awww still jealous baby? yeah?” despite his dazed out abyss eyes and slurry tone, he still manages to croon in a way that makes your tummy twist. punctuated only by his rough grab onto your ass. squeezing and driving you down as he fucks up erratically.

his hips are like a piston. harsh. precise. ramming into that one bundle of nerves that make your body curl and your eyes roll back. your riding turns into cross-eyed bucking.

for all you are now is a doll. pretty and limp. bouncing helplessly with every shallow, tempered thrust. whining even more when his lips clam around your nipple.

as though he weren’t doing enough to wring your head in.

“p-papi - papi— p-pappiiii,” is all you can whine. mixing with his own gasps and groans when you clench around him again. milking out another flood of his hot cum. squirting out of your tight rim and down your thighs from the sheer amount.

“o-oh yeah, that’s it. that’s it baby,” alessio grunts in tandem. thumbing your poor pulsing tip to make you join his release.

“don’t worry cariño. know you’re all mine. know this - mnn - cock is all mine. oh I know - I knooowwww. fuck. my possessive lil’ slut.”

he’d let out a breathy chuckle. if only to whine when you grab his shoulders and shove him down. snatching lead from him once more and stuttering your hips frantically. all while you dive down and capture his lips. shoving your tongue into his mouth.

his words weren’t enough. you needed to prove that he was yours and that you were his.

you’d do that by riding him until he’s trembling. sighing and quivering your name like a prayer. sucking on your nipples like a drug. cumming in you like an addiction.

“mine,” you rasp against his ear. tears just as clear in your eyes as you part from yet another messy kiss. with but a string of saliva to connect you both.

“m-mine. . . mine. say it - s-say it papi.”

“y-yours - yours baby - a-all fuckin’ y-yours — fuck.”

his eyes roll back. hips messily and deliriously bucking into yours as he breathes out shakily.

“f-fuck, yeah take one more. just one more. yeaaah th-that’s it. m’fucking slut.”

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♡. character's sexuality and preferences will be taken into consideration during requests so please make sure that you take a look below at the list provided

♡. request a prompt with the character of your choice

♡. or simply request a prompt and we'll pick a character that fits the prompt

♡. in certain circumstances we may pick a character who is not on the blog yet - so consider this a very special event in the sense that you will see teasers for unreleased characters <3

. ˚◞ ꒰ 🍰 ꒱ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ? ⊹ ۪

♡. specify whether you would like the reader to be involved in the drabble, or whether you would simply like the prompt with a character

♡. please provide the reader's gender and sexuality in relation to the prompt ( and please make sure that they fit the prompt asked for )

♡. take into consideration the character's sexuality and preferences which will be listed below

. ˚◞ ꒰ 🍪 ꒱ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 ⊹ ۪

♡. alessio 781: demiromantic pansexual

♡. talisen 781: pansexual

♡. rishen 781: androsexual, genderfluid

♡. rishima 781: bisexual

♡. jìngyí 209: pansexual

♡. rishen 209: androsexual, genderfluid

♡. haitao 209: homosexual, transmasc