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[danijaci]

obsession w/ sunday

inspired by @yandere-romanticaa's fic! Tehee your works are so eye opening 0.0 <333 I licherally haven't created a yandere content for such a looong time lolol let's see if I can still pull this off lmao

WARNING/S: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior

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[riddlesrose]

"is he single!?" your attention is drawn behind you, to where a group of insignificant chatterboxes cluster together like they're trying to start a mob. their quips died down instantly when someone in the group shushed the rest and you released the breath you were holding. you return your attention to your friends in front of you.

a few minutes pass and another comment catches your ear, "i mean, there's a leech on his side, but other than that, just look! he's so picture perfect." you fight the urge to crane your neck around, to stare directly into the heart of the group with piercing eyes, to let them know that they are anything but quiet. all the while hoping they're not talking about your boyfriend, who's arm is wrapped comfortably around your waist, holding you ever so close. like a leech.

you snicker to yourself at the backwards use of their ugly nickname, gaining the attention of your boyfriend, who asks what's so funny, and comments that no one said anything worth laughing over.

"oh, no reason." you smile as you wrap an arm around to rest on his back. what he can't see is that you folded all fingers down but the middle one so that you're flipping off the group of prattlers stood behind him.

you lean into his side more and press a sweet kiss onto his cheek, he retorts by turning you back to him and pressing a lasting kiss to your lips as muted gasps and scoffs were heard. someone in the group attempts to silence their peers but their calls fall upon deaf ears. "whatever, let's go."

you relax against him as the group disperses, a content sigh escape your lips.

a moment passes, before your boyfriend leans to whisper, "were they bothering you?"

"what? no!" yes. they were annoying. is what you meant.

your boyfriend kisses your temple, "sure. oh, and you're not a leech, my love." you turn your face away, hiding the heat that rushes to your cheeks at the fact he cracked your code so quick.

if your friends could look any more grossed out at the sickly sweet pda, they probably would. but you don't care, your boyfriend is the sweetest 🤍

satoru gojo, suguru geto, tooru oikawa, atsumu miya, tetsuro kuroo, vil schoenheit, malleus draconia, kaeya alberich, diluc ragnvindr, kazuha kaedehara, ayato kamisato, jing yuan, argenti, tenya iida, ejiro kirishima, & your favourite

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[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

ִ ࣪𖤐 . MADE TO FUCKIN’ TAKE IT ?!

ʚଓ.˚ warnings : multi-fandom men x fem!reader. nsfw/smut, size kink/difference, overstimulation, degradation & mocking, chocking (light breath control), hair pulling, man handling, breeding kink, multiple of orgasms, multiple of rounds, dirty talk & praise & cock warming? not proof read & pretty much a quick fic.

BIG MEN WHO… don’t give a damn how much smaller you are, how your body trembles under them, barely able to handle the sheer size of their cock stretching you open. They’ll press you down, keep you in place, making you take every inch until you’re crying out, gasping, nails clawing at their back or the sheets—whatever you can grab onto as they ruin you.

“You can take it,” he mutters, voice thick with desire, watching the way your tight pussy struggles around him. “Fuck—look at that, baby. So damn tiny around me.” His big hands hold your hips, keeping you still as he sinks deeper, making sure you feel every vein, every inch of him stuffing you full.

He doesn’t wait. He doesn’t go slow. The moment he’s inside, he’s fucking into you, rough and deep, your tits bouncing with every sharp thrust. A low groan rumbles from his chest when he sees them, his hands coming up to grab at them, squeezing, his thumbs brushing over your soft nipples. “So fucking perfect,” he breathes, rolling one between his fingers, smirking when you whimper.

He loves seeing you like this—helpless under him, your clit throbbing as his cock pounds into you, stretching you in ways no one else ever could. One of his hands slides down between your legs, two fingers rubbing fast, forcing you closer and closer to the edge. “Come on, sweetheart, let me feel you,” he grunts, leaning down, his weight pressing you into the mattress. “You’re gonna come all over my cock, aren’t you? Good fucking girl.”

Your walls tighten, body arching, your moans turning to desperate cries as the pleasure builds too fast, too strong. “Too much—” you gasp, but he just laughs, his pace never faltering.

“You can handle it,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear before he bites down, making you whimper. “You were made for this. For me.”

His cock pushes even deeper, making you see stars. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, only groaning at the way your pussy clenches around him. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up,” he growls, snapping his hips harder, his grip on you almost bruising. “Gonna pump you so full of my cum, you’ll still be dripping with it tomorrow.”

Your mind is hazy, your body nothing but pleasure and overstimulation as his cock bullies your pussy into submission. His fingers don’t stop rubbing your clit, dragging you through another orgasm even as you cry out, thighs shaking.

“That’s it,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “Just like that, baby. You’re fucking perfect.”

And he’s not done. Not even close.

Your legs tremble as he keeps pounding into you, his cock stretching you past your limit, but he doesn’t slow down—not when you’re this wet, this tight, this perfect for him. Your nails dig into his shoulders, desperate to hold onto something, anything, but it only makes him grin, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he presses you further into the mattress.

“Y-You're too big,” you whimper, voice shaky, lips parted as you struggle to catch your breath. Your pussy clenches around him, your body betraying you, and his grin only widens.

“Too big?” he repeats, mocking, one hand gripping your thigh and pushing it up to fuck into you even deeper. “You keep saying that, but your pussy doesn’t wanna let me go.”

You let out a sob when he grinds his hips against yours, the head of his cock pressing against that sweet spot inside you over and over until you're trembling beneath him. Your tits bounce with every ruthless thrust, and he watches, mesmerized, his hands sliding up to cup them roughly, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

“So sensitive,” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement and something darker. “Poor little thing, getting fucked too good?”

Your eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed by the way his cock stretches your walls, the way his fingers keep circling your clit, sending shockwaves through your already overstimulated body. But then his hand is on your throat, not squeezing, just pressing enough to make you open your eyes and look at him.

“Don’t you dare look away,” he orders, his grip tightening just a little, making your breath hitch. His cock pulses inside you, thick and heavy, dragging along every inch of your sensitive walls as he picks up the pace. “I wanna see that pretty face when I ruin you.”

You bite your lip, trying to hold back a moan, but he sees it—sees the way your body shakes, the way your pussy clenches around him like it never wants to let go. His smirk grows.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groans, his voice rough, his thrusts turning almost brutal. “Give it to me. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

Your body obeys before your mind catches up, your back arching as pleasure crashes through you, your pussy squeezing him tight. A broken moan escapes your lips, and he curses under his breath, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release.

“Fuck—” his voice is strained, almost desperate, his cock throbbing inside you. He buries himself as deep as he can go, pushing past the tight clench of your walls, his pace growing erratic. “Gonna fill you up, baby. You want that?”

You nod frantically, your mind foggy with pleasure, your body still shaking. “Y-Yeah,” you whisper, voice hoarse. “Want it.”

That’s all it takes. He groans, low and guttural, his hips jerking as he spills inside you, filling you with thick ropes of his cum. He stays there for a moment, buried to the hilt, breathing heavy, before his thumb lazily circles your clit again, making you jolt.

“You thought I was done?” he chuckles, his cock still hard inside you. His grip on your thighs tightens as he pulls back, teasing you with slow, shallow thrusts. “Nah, sweetheart. I’m just getting started.”

Your whole body feels boneless, trembling under him, but he doesn’t let you rest—not when your pussy is still clenching around him, so warm, so tight, still desperate for more even if your mind hasn’t caught up yet.

“You’re shakin’, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers over your stomach, pressing down just enough to make you feel the way his cock is still buried inside you, so deep it almost hurts. “But look at that—your greedy little pussy’s still suckin’ me in.”

You whimper, trying to squirm away, but his big hands grab your hips, pinning you down with ease. He tsks, amusement thick in his voice. “Where d’you think you’re going, sweetheart?” His grip tightens, fingers pressing bruises into your soft skin. “You wanted my cock so bad—now you’re gonna take it.”

Your breath catches when he pulls back, teasing, letting only the thick head of his cock stretch you open before slamming all the way back in, knocking the air from your lungs. Your legs shake, another weak whimper slipping past your lips, but he only smirks, watching the way your tits bounce with every brutal thrust.

“Fuck—so fuckin’ tight,” he groans, reaching up to grab a handful of your hair, tugging your head back so you have no choice but to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, hungry. “You feel that, baby? Feel how deep I am? Like I was made to fuck you like this.”

You can’t speak, can’t think—just moan as he rolls his hips, grinding deep, the fat head of his cock pressing against that sweet spot inside you over and over. His free hand moves to your throat, not squeezing, just pressing, keeping you right where he wants you.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” he mutters, his voice dripping with amusement. “All fucked-out and dumb on my cock.” His grip on your throat tightens slightly, just enough to make your head spin. “Bet you can’t even talk right now.”

He’s right. You can’t. Your lips part, a broken moan escaping, and he chuckles, smug. “That’s what I thought.”

Your pussy clenches around him, your clit throbbing, and he notices—of course he notices. His other hand slides between your legs, two fingers circling your swollen clit in tight, teasing motions.

“Yeah? You like when I talk to you like that, huh?” His voice is low, teasing, his fingers moving faster. “Such a desperate little thing.”

Your body is too sensitive, too overwhelmed, but you can’t stop yourself from rolling your hips up into his touch, chasing another high. He groans, watching you, his cock twitching inside you.

“Look at you—so fuckin’ needy for me,” he mutters, leaning down until his lips brush against your ear. “Gonna come again, aren’t you? So easy. So fuckin’ easy for me.”

Your mind blanks as the pleasure slams into you, your pussy squeezing him tight, making him curse under his breath. His hips snap against yours faster, rougher, his cock bullying your tight, wet walls as he chases his own release.

“Shit—gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he growls, his thrusts turning erratic, harder, deeper. “Gonna pump you so full of my cum, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

You cry out, barely able to handle the overstimulation, your body trembling beneath him as he slams into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he spills inside you. His grip on your throat loosens as he groans, his breath ragged, “Fuckin’ hell finally I bred this pussy good.”

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[bwabys-scenarios]

NSFW

Watching his fingers pump in and out of you after he’s stuff you full of their cum.

“Don’t you waste a single drop…”

He coos so softly, placing a kiss on your belly as he keeps your plump thighs open. Your pussy is gushing, you’re about to cum again!

“Ah… it’s coming out, I’m gonna have to fill you up again, aren’t I? We need to make sure it takes…”

And so he pressed the head of his cock against your pussy again. You already feel so full…

But he’s going to make sure you end up with a cute baby bump~

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[skeptical-saniwa]

Squish his face💖

(Hand trend on Twitter)

[angelsrcute]

I suck his dick, it's big, it's very-very big! ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd make you cockwarm him while he works, the door unlocked, his dick so close to your g-spot but he wouldn't let you move! hands keeping your waist in place as his dick keeps you all stuffed n warm.

“I'll be done soon, sweetheart, you can wait a little more right? So, be a good girl n stop movin’ so much.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd praise you for sucking him off so good, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you try not to gag on his huge dick. Guiding your tongue on his dick, gently holding your hair, shooting thick ropes of cum in your mouth.

“God, your mouth feels so good, my sweets. Keep goin’ alright? looking so pretty f’ me.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd taunt n insult you while you gag on his dick, roughly grabbing your hair and making you take him fully. Your mascara n lipstick all ruined, eyes rollin’ back when he cums in your mouth. :(

“You look like some cheap whore like this, y'know. I bet you're getting wet from me degrading you, hm? As expected.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you in a mating press, his big cock stretching your insides, hitting your womb. Pressin’ his hand on your tummy to feel his dick in you, making you whine. Your tummy already full from how much he cums, you definitely can't go for another round.. + he's gonna fuck you till you need a wheelchair.

“It won't fit? Don't worry, darlin’. Gonna make your cunt remember my dick, don't worry! Even if it does forgets, I'll just fuck ya again.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you till your dumb n can only think of him and his dick if you do decide to act all bratty or he'd just tie you up n put a vibrator on your clit and watch as you squirm around trying to get a release, but he turns off the vibrator just when you're gonna cum. :(

"Should've thought before being like that, what did you expect, princess? acting all flirty with that random guy, trying to make me jealous."

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who’re either super experienced from sleeping around or just fucking virgin losers, walkin’ around with that big ass dick in his pants.

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[bluelockmaniac]

thinking about how your husband changes drastically when he’s had just a little too much to drink. his faint, whiny hiccups would escape his quivering lips, filling your ears with his intoxication as he leans against you. he reaches out to play with your hair, gently tugging at the strands and trailing undirected kisses along them as you bite your lip to suppress your giggles. he then brings his unsteady hands to your face, squishing your cheeks before pulling you closer, looking at you with glossy eyes—small hearts seemingly etched into his pupils.

"i wish y-you hic were mineee...."

"pftt—" you burst into a fit of laughter at his uncharacteristic neediness—you’ve always enjoyed it when he'd get drunk. after all, they say a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts. so, although he loves you an awful lot, he would never admit, while whining, how much he actually wants you. 

"i am yours though, sweetheart," you reassure him softly.

“oh, really? you are?” he raises his brows questionably, “well, that's good... i couldn't bear the thought of some other loser having you all to himself."

unbeknownst to him, however, is that you had recorded him during his moment of vulnerability. he was absolutely embarrassed and ashamed of himself when he had sobered up.

—

"y/n. delete that."

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[maopll]

"Wait...you've been kissing the same spot!"

"You know very well why I am doing this dear"

It just started with a small information which you learned from some of your friends. They were bragging about how the moles and birthmarks in your body represent the places your past lover kissed you.

A harmless one right? you told it to your boyfriend and let's say he was feeling quite a mix of emotions then.

"I would like to see the places where you have those, you don't mind it, do you, my dear ?" Although his tone was gentle, his eyes were speaking a different tale. The emphasis on the word 'my dear' sent chills down your spine.

Not even a minute had passed from you showing him the moles and marks around your body, that he tackles them with ferverent yet soft kisses. As if he was trying to replace your past lovers trace with only his ...

"It is good to see that you had a past lover who clearly loved you a lot..." he looked at you through half lidded eyes

with a particularly rough kiss on the birthmark on your chest , he whispered

"But I'd rather you don't mention them again"

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[hunnieknight]

All Bark and Bite (Art only)

Based on @nvuy 's Boothill dog energy post, reader is wearing hoodie!

(The mention suddenly doesn't work idk why?)

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FURRY ART JUMPSCARE 😱😱

[royalfriday]

Finished the prologue of the story for the argenti x f reader. So be alert. Probably i will post it in the following days 😃.

[danijaci]

misunderstandings ft. dr ratio

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[kekewrites]

Tw. Insecure/bratty/tsundere reader, dark content, noncon, dubcon, obsession, sloppy blowjob, attempted breakup, manipulation, size kink, overstimulation, multiple creampies, cunningless, baby trapping, coercion, aftercare

***

Thinking about dating an angelic guy.

You always wonder why, out of all the pretty and influential girls chasing after him, he chose you. It doesn't help how of a unit he is. Your typical perfect guy, popular, rich, and body that's comparable to a Greek God... and his voice— how you love his gentle and warm voice, there's just something about it that hypnotize you.

He always compliments you, shower you with affection, and be an absolute sweetheart. It gets you pissy. You don't know why you're always in a foul mood around him, he's not even doing anything that could trigger you. He takes a breath and you're already fuming. Grumbling profanities that he would laugh at wholeheartedly, like you didn't curse his entire being.

You hate how perfect he is. Hate how much you adore him. Hate how much you love him, and inside your mind you always question if he genuinely loves you. Maybe he's just playing with you? Waiting for the day he'd humiliate you, telling how you're too idiotic to even believe someone like him could ever love you.

That's probably why you're always cautious around him, you don't believe him enough to love an average girl like you.

***

He can't believe he's dating the cutest in the world. Everytime you scowl, show that adorable pout, he just wants to squish your cheeks together and kiss you plenty. Like a little kitty hissing when you sneer curses at him.

It's adorable really.

You'd say you didn't want to go to the movies he chose. Yet, you arrived earlier than expected, wearing a hint of makeup in that cute dress of yours. Makes him want to crush you. You put in the effort, took the time, even gave him the watch he'd been talking about—his favorite.

He really loves you. Really really loves you but why are you acting like he doesn't? He's confused. Hasn't he done enough to show you, tell how much he adores you? It makes him sad. Don't you know how much he's holding back? There's only so much he could take, you know. He could just take you everytime you run that cute foul mouth of you, shove his cock to make you shut up. But he's so patient with you because he loves you.

So don't push him too much, ok? Or else you might not like it when he finally show you his desire.

***

"You're late," you grumble, sending him a glare. Your arms are crossed, and your foot taps impatiently on the ground.

He chuckles, a soft, knowing smile playing on his lips. "I arrived just on time, sweetie," he says, stepping closer. "You're just too excited for our date, no?" His voice is teasing, but his eyes are warm, sparkling with affection.

You huff in response, but you can feel the corners of your mouth betraying you, tugging into a smile. He notices and takes your hand, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles.

"You're just so cute, you know? I really wanna crush— ow!" He hiss slightly as you swat his arm. He pouts a little, "You're strong, you're gonna leave a bruise."

You roll your eyes— as if that's gonna happen. Huffing you tug on his hand, "Let's go. I'm starving."

He smiles, looking at your back, "Ok, sweetie~."

Ah, you really are so cute.

He can't wait to fuck you.

***

"Why're you not eating, sweetie? Is the food not to your liking?"

Your appetite was gone the moment that waitress flirted with him, leaving you empty and bitter. This always happen. You're sick of it, sick of being jealous and feeling shitty for not looking like his girlfriend. Are you really worthless by his side? Do people not see you as his companion?

"Sweetie?"

You didn't want to lash out on him so you remained silent. Too bitter to talk. Even the food turned bitter, leaving you more upset.

He's such an idiot. But you're more of an idiot for being triggered by that stupid waitress, too much of a wuss to tell her he's taken, that he's yours. You're the idiot.

"I don't wanna eat anymore," you bitterly muttered, your face covered by the shadows of your hair, hiding that frown you wore he always seems to love on you.

He gets a sick twisted feeling in his guts, watching how jealous you get whenever some worthless wench tries to get his attention. It satisfies his urge, his sick thoughts hidden by his angelic face. You really love him, don't you? His lips curving into a sweet smile, eyes twinkling with desires. If only you know how much he gets off with you being jealous, you'd never doubted your pretty little self.

So… why are you saying such stupid things?

“Let’s break up.”

“Hm?”

“I said…” You take a breath, steadying your voice. “Let’s break up.”

For a moment, his smile wavers. Just a fraction. His right eye twitches ever so slightly, a crack in the carefully crafted mask he wears. But then, like a master of illusions, he recovers, his sweet facade sliding back into place, though something darker lingers beneath the surface.

“Now, now,” he says, his voice dripping with a saccharine softness that makes the hairs on your neck stand on end. “What’s the matter?” His tone is gentle, almost soothing, but there’s a sharp edge to it—a venomous undercurrent that cuts through the air.

You don’t answer immediately, your chest tightening under his unblinking stare. It’s as if he’s waiting, watching every little twitch of your expression, trying to peel you apart without lifting a finger.

“I just think…” you start, your voice faltering as his head tilts slightly, his smile remaining unnervingly intact. “I-I think we’re not… good for each other anymore.”

His smile widens, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead, his gaze sharpens, a predator sizing up its prey. He takes a step closer, the air between you growing heavy. “Not good for each other?” he repeats, feigning confusion. “Sweetheart, where’s this nonsense coming from? Didn’t we promise forever?”

The sweetness in his tone sends a chill down your spine, but you hold your ground. “Forever shouldn’t feel like this,” you say, trying to steady your trembling hands.

It shouldn't make you feel bad about yourself, shouldn't make you anxious, shouldn't make feel... pressured.

For a moment, he says nothing, his eyes boring into yours. Then, his chuckle breaks the tension, soft and low. “Ah, I see,” he murmurs, leaning in just enough for you to feel the weight of his presence. “You’re upset. That’s all. We’ll talk this through, won’t we?”

But his words aren’t a question—they’re a command, wrapped in the guise of concern. And as his smile lingers, you realize leaving might not be as simple as you hoped.

***

Why is this happening?

You thought he would accept and move on.

"Mmm, that's it sweetie. Take it deeper." He coaxes, his grip on your hair tightening. He starts to push forward, forcing more of his thick length past your stretched lips.

So why?

Your eyes squeeze shut tighter as he pushes in deeper, your throat convulsing around his invading cock. He throws his head back with a guttural moan.

"That's a good girl. Mhm, your throat feels so good wrapped around my dick." He grunts, starting to set a steady pace. Fucking into your mouth, using your face like a cock sleeve.

It was gross. He never did that to you.

Lewd, wet sounds fill the office as he picks up speed, his heavy balls slapping against your chin with each rough thrust. Drool escapes the seal of your lips, dripping down your chin and onto your messed up clothes.

He looks down, taking in the debauched sight of you on your knees, choking on his cock. His dick is spit-shined and glistening, streaked with their drool. Shit. The sight makes him thrust harder, faster, chasing his pleasure.

"Look at me," He demands breathlessly, wanting to see the tears and desperation in their eyes as he uses their mouth ruthlessly. He's close, so fucking close already from the intense, vice-like grip of your inexperienced throat. He grunts and curses, slamming forward one last time before pulling out abruptly.

Thick ropes of cum paint your face and hair, marking you as his. Some of it even lands in your eyes, making them sting and water.

"You're so pretty... You look so pretty covered in my cum," he whispers lovingly, smearing the head of his cock across your messy face, pushing the hot seed into their skin like makeup. "The prettiest girl in the world."

You were supposed to break up with him...

How did it escalated to this?

***

It's not like he's losing a lot... you aren't that special. So why is he acting this way? There are a lot of better options for him, prettier, smarter, and richer girls. Someone who can actually match him, who doesn't embarrass him, worthier to stand beside him.

Why is he fucking you like his life depends on it?

Your eyes already hazy and unfocused, breathing hard as you couldn't count how many times you've already come.

One of his hands snakes up your trembling body, finding a soft breast. He squeezes the supple mound roughly, fingers sinking into the pliant flesh as he kneads and gropes. He finds a pert nipple and pinches it cruelly between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging until it stands stiff and aching in the cool air of the room.

"Hm? Are you already tired? We're just starting," he coo, his hips slamming forward with renewed vigor. He leans down, his mouth finding your neck, sharp teeth sinking into the tender skin. He bites and sucks, determined to leave his mark on you, to claim you as his own. His. He can feel his orgasm building, his heavy balls tightening as he ruts into your abused cunt. The wet, obscene sounds of your coupling fill the room, punctuated by the creaking of the bed and your cries. He's close, so fucking close to filling your cunt with his seed.

"Gonna... hngh... fill this pussy..." He grunts between clenched teeth, slamming home one last time. His cock throbs and pulses as he starts to come, thick ropes of hot cum painting your inner walls. He grinds against them, making sure they take every last drop as he marks your womb with his essence.

Finally, with a last shuddering groan, he collapses on top of you, his softening cock still buried deep inside your tender, cream-filled pussy. He pants harshly against the shell of their ear, his hands still groping and fondling your sensitive body.

"Y-You're an idiot..." You sniffle, "Why me? There's a lot of—."

He cuts you off, "You know, I would never cheat on you, right?" He whispers tenderly, kissing your ears as if assuring. "No matter who comes to me, I would never pay attention to them. Never. You're the only one I want." His other hand comes up to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his intense, burning gaze.

It was the first time you ever heard his voice to be so... vulnerable.

"The only girl I want... So..." You can hear his voice shake, "Don't break up with me, ok?"

Your eyes glaze with tears, your heart tugging at his words. No, it wasn't supposed to end up like this. You made up your mind a few weeks ago, always nagging at the back of your mind. Ending your relationship would be the best for you two—.

He kisses you then, any doubts in your mind disappearing as his mouth claiming theirs in a brutal, dominating kiss. His tongue pushes past your lips, plundering the warm cavern as he grinds his hips forward, rubbing his throbbing erection against your thigh.

Ah, you don't care anymore.

"Don't think anymore, ok? Just let me do it for you."

He starts to rub the broad head of his cock along your slit, coating himself in your combined juices. "Tell you what, sweetheart. I'll be gentle like the usual... for now." He promises darkly, his voice rough with restrained lust. "I'll make this first part nice and slow, nice and easy for you."

"H-Huh?"

With that, he starts to push forward, the thick length of his cock slowly sinking into your tight, clutching heat. He has to fight the urge to slam forward, to bury himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. But he resists, forcing himself to go slowly, to savor the exquisite feeling of your walls stretching around him.

"Ah, you're still so tight." He grits out through clenched teeth, his fingers flexing against your hips as he fights for control. "Such a perfect cunt."

"Too soon! I'm still... s-sensitive!" You cried out but he starts to move then, his hips rocking in a slow, sensual rhythm as he fucks into you with deep, deliberate strokes. Each thrust pushes him a little deeper, a little harder, until he's finally buried to the hilt inside you. He pauses for a moment, letting you feel the heavy weight of him, the way he's stretching you impossibly full.

"Hehe, sorry can't help it. Does that feel gentle enough for you, sweetie?" He asks, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, yet his angelic face covers it. "Or do you need me to be even more... careful?" He punctuates the word with a sharp thrust of his hips, grinding his pelvis against your clit.

Your brain short circuit by the overstimulation, all you could think about was him, and his big cock, "A-Ah, you— ish... so good~!"

He snarls in feral pleasure as he feels your pussy clench and ripple around his pistoning cock. The way you are moaning and crying out, begging him not to stop... it's the headiest fucking thing he's ever heard. It makes him want to ruin you, to fuck you so hard and so deep that you'll never forget the feeling of his cock splitting you open.

You came in surprise, your eyes rolling in the back of your head, chest heaving, "C-Can't too much..!"

"You can do it," He growls, his voice a dark, distorted rumble. He can feel his own release building, his balls drawing up tight as he fucks into you with wild abandon, "A-ah~ clench this greedy cunt around my dick, dollface. Milk it for all it's worth.

You never saw this side of him before, a more vulgar side to him. Spouting dirty words that's the opposite of his facade. Maybe, you didn't know your boyfriend that well? He was always gentleman to you in bed, always going with your pace and being mindful about his words but now...

"N-No~ I really ah! Can't!" You shake your head frantically, having enough of the sensitivity.

"Yes, you can! You will, sweetie~!"

He buries his face in the crook of her neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin as he chases his pleasure. He wants to mark you, to leave his claim all over your body for everyone to see. He wants the whole world to know that you belong to him, that you're his to fuck and fill and love as he sees fit. The thought of another man putting his hand on you makes him mad, you're only his and he isn't afraid to take that way for you to be officially his.

"I'm gonna cum, sweetie." He grits out, his hips slamming forward with sharp, brutal thrusts. "I'm gonna pump this tight little pussy full of my seed, gonna breed this fucking cunt until it's dripping with my cum."

Breed?

He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing mercilessly at the sensitive bundle of nerves. "I want to feel you cum on my cock, sweetheart. I want to feel you shake and quake as I fill you with my my child."

Wait...!

His other hand slides up, wrapping around your throat and squeezing lightly. It's enough to make you gasp for air, pulse jumping wildly beneath his touch. It's enough to make you even tighter, body instinctively clenching down around him as he fucks into you with short, vicious thrusts.

Too much!

"Now, sweetie~ cum. Now." He commands, his voice a dark and sinful. And with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself balls deep inside her and starts to cum. His cock jerks and pulses as he paints your insides with thick ropes of his hot seed, filling you up just like he promised.

So full...

You gasp out, your skin flushed and damp with sweat. The room spins around you, his weight pressing you down into the mattress as you struggle to catch your breath. Body aches all over, especially between your legs. The feeling of his cum painting your insides is strange, unsettling.

Your vision having black spots, your consciousness fading as you hear him murmur promises to you.

"I'll take responsibility whether we have a child or not, we'll get married and have a cute child."

You feel a warm kiss on your forehead.

"I love you. I love you more than anyone else, I only love you."

[pomegranate-theater]

ᥫ᭡ THEIR KINKS

Jing Yuan, Dr. Ratio, Aventurine, Mr. Reca, Mydei, Phainon

contents: female reader / manhandling / wall sex / size kink / blindfolding / nipple play / fingering / gun play / cnc—consensual predator x prey roleplay / sub Mr. Reca / face slapping / degradation / bondage / oral fem receiving / established relationship / minors dni.

genshin version

JING YUAN—manhandling

There’s been rumour circling around that the general’s weapon was so heavy you needed multiple soldiers to carry it… and while it was all true, Jing Yuan himself could have handled it with just one hand.

The same way he could manhandle you.

He loved to exercise his strength over you, and was well aware you loved it just as much, if not more… that’s why it was no surprise when you found yourself in the current situation.

Spread on his bed, your legs bent almost down to your head, his hands on the undersides of your thighs to immobilize you this way and use you as a leverage simultaneously. To make it worse, his hips were angled in a way where he wasn’t fully resting his body on the mattress, but pushing himself into you with his feet dug into spongy surface and keeping his legs raised above your body, forcing you to take him fully so far up till your cervix was nudged with each fall of his body. His size didn’t help either, and all combined was driving you to the point of losing your faith—will you be allowed to think of anything not Jing Yuan related ever again?

The man pushing you to the limits you didn’t think you’d have to reach to start questioning your own wellbeing became all frenzy today; clearly has been thinking about you for entire day and needing to leave work early to fuck his darling until evening comes. Something was wrong with him and he was broken, yet you didn’t carry confidence to ask why was he taking it out on you. And he didn’t need a real reason—deny him of your presence for too long and you’re not leaving until you’re assuming he’s the only man left, for him to have you ruined like this. Clingy, obsessed, horny? Whatever you wanted to describe him as, he’ll laugh it off with pride; just willing to prove you were so right.

“Jing Yuan!” you cried out, tears blurring your vision from the maddening force of his cock opening you up with every thrust, only for your walls to close down when pulling out and him having to open you again—a cruel cycle, leaving your legs to shake. Your hands shook too, when they were using his biceps as at least something to hold onto. You’ve been made to take him, you took him everyday, and you still didn’t even know how to handle yourself each time.

“Yeah, darling?” he smiled lazily, teasing you with it at your messy state a little, but his voice was a different story—strangled and hissed through his teeth, having him curse everything on Loufu for the vicious grip of your heat that was only sucking him in from its tightness. “You’re too deep in…” you mewled. “I’m gonna feel you inside of me forever…”

Jing Yuan’s pace faltered for a second, something wicked glimmering in his eyes at your words, causing him to be even more attentive to your cries. The idea of leaving his shape imprinted inside your sweet and tight bliss, forever, every walk and breathe a reminder of the fact he was there and he’ll be there everyday inside of you, made his balls twitch and threaten to spill inside of you already. “Is that so, my precious? I think that should be our goal then. You already know how much you’re loved by me, but perhaps a reminder won’t hurt…”

You yelped, as you suddenly were being lifted into his strong arms with such an ease it was scary one could be this powerful, his fingers digging into your bottom’s flesh and forcing it to shape into his fingertips. He didn’t dare to pull out, forcing you to stay skewered on him, and you had to wrap your legs around his hips for balance. You were more surprised when he pushed your back against the wall of the bedroom.

“You better hold on tight, sweetheart. Not that I’d drop you,” he warned with a teasing and awfully sly smile (one you thought you’d see only during battle), not giving you much time to settle into the situation, as he was pushing you up and down right away, arching your upper body to rest against the wall. His forearms were holding you under your knees, further provided with his hands on your hips as if you weighed nothing.

“Jing Yuan—” you gasped, quickly wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You thought you were going to die here, because he didn’t even have to do much to startle you—he was bouncing you up and down, letting the gravity do the work as every fall down was having such an impact, making his thrust heavy and knocking your insides, and you had no gaps inside your pussy that were left alone when you were filled to the brim… with you feeling as if your body would have to carve extra space to accommodate his dick, maybe to stay this way forever. “What are you…” you moaned, and dug your nails into his skin; something that only encouraged Jing Yuan.

Your legs around his hips, your back against the will, and his muscular arms holding your body smoothly kept you in a safe position, but it wasn’t a fall you feared. No, you were so overwhelmed and never have been filled up by him this much, not even with usual size struggle. Regardless of the fact it didn’t hurt after you’ve been forced to adjust to his girth, you still thought you could barely breathe with how intense the experience was.

“Is my darling enjoying herself?” he asked softly, not matching the vehemence of the situation he put you in. You managed to only nod, but your face told him all he needed to know—you looked both delirious and in love.

You realized you were, in fact, liking everything—being manhandled was one thing, the idea to have a man strong for times you feel weak so soothing—but being so full of him was euphoric, leaving you with nothing to worry about other than having his shape branded inside your pussy. Every single nerve inside of you was stimulated to its fullest potential, his thickness forced a friction so intense it felt as if being scraped from the inside supported merely with a smooth glide from your wetness, and his cock filled you up so nicely you could or would cry.

He had you bent in half again, yet in ways you would have never thought of.

Jing Yuan held your gaze no matter of the gymnastics he’s been putting you through, forcing it to be locked with his. He observed you so intensely, your orgasmic face mostly, as if reading your thoughts; but with the occasional glance downward to see how far he’s been splitting you on his cock, forcing your folds apart and slapping his balls onto your ass when entirely sheathed in. You were full of him as you should be.

Despite the debauchery of the act it was so intimate when he looked you in the eye, silently worshiping you and your expression when his face softened. You truly were his.

DR. RATIO—blindfolding

A planet Veritas comes from has been mastering the art of love for centuries, sex included. To people like him, sex wasn’t something just animalistic to get off of to. No, it was a complicated, refined, calculated process of making love.

And Veritas wanted you to experience it all. He might take years to show you everything he wanted to offer, but such things meant only having you two bond together this beautifully for many years to come, a future really inviting to participate in.

Neither was you being under him any less deliberate, a black blindfold over your eyes to temporarily deny you of ability to see. The material was the softest he could have found, not willing to overstimulate you with something rough or itchy in your most sensitive moments. The blindfold was the only article on your bare body, with another fabric being soft sheets under your pliant form he kneeled next to.

“I want you to focus on my touch and tell me where my hands are,” he informed. His voice was calm, should he make your sensory denial lead you to be nervous. You nodded, feeling oddly safe in the situation, an immaculate amount of trust for him leaving you unshaken. “I will.”

Your breath hitched when his hand first skimmed from your abdomen, and he had to drum his fingers on you as a reminder to speak. “You’re touching me under my belly…”

He was across your midriff, “My waist…”, and under your breasts, “…Below my chest.”

He was right about the experience being more intense when you couldn’t see it. You were forced to focus on touch and sounds—his slightly elevated breathing from seeing your nudity and excitement to teach you, the softness of his big palm thanks to his favorite hand cream, his fingertips, the warmth of his hands that dragged themselves flat across your front.

“Good?” he asked in confirmation of you holding up, and you nodded, making him smile lightly. His both hands stroked your nipples gently as a next step of provoking your body, making them harden and making you exhale shakily; especially at his fingers fondling them with a small squeeze. “M-my nipples…”

For first time in a while, you weren’t desperate to quickly get to the main part. The sensuality of the moment was driving you desperate, but also left you wanting to drag it on for forever. There was no mindless lust in there, and you felt as if bed was liquid and you were becoming the liquid yourself, merging into the surface. You were so safe and stable, as long as he’s here. Slow touches melted you.

“And how does it feel? Does it hurt?” he inquired.

You shook your head, “No, it feels good, Veritas.”

Something about you sounding so soft and breathy, looking all delicate and vulnerable, trusting him to guide you safely through this journey, filled his chest with even more love for you. He leaned down to give you a kiss, oh-so-gentle to not be a bother to your heightened nerves. You mewled against his lips, lying pliant under him and letting him guide you again.

The kiss left your lips parted, Veri having molded your body numb you didn’t even want to close them or move. What you’ve wanted was only his touch, with just you two in the world.

You whimpered when his hand soon rubbed the inside of your thigh, and he carefully knocked your legs apart with his knee. The anticipation was high as the hand wandered higher, nearing a place you thought you no longer would handle with how sensitive sensory deprivation has shaped your body. “Veritas…”

“Yes, I’m here with you. Is it too much?”

It was too much but not in a way for you to need to stop—you just weren’t used to waves of pleasure trembling your body all across it and experiencing it so accumulated in individual spots other than just inside of you. “It’s a lot but I want you.”

You got a soft chuckle in response, and he finally pressed his finger against your clit, tapping it few times as if it was a button to press. Your hips squirmed, and your senses focused on thousands of nerves here being induced, as he waited for you to adjust to something akin to putting you on fire. “Just like this, settle down…” he muttered quietly.

Veritas leaned over your body, kissing your shoulder, before he slipped first thick finger into you.

AVENTURINE—gun play

The revolver you held in your hand didn’t contain any bullets, which didn’t make Aventurine any less high on adrenaline, his ears buzzing with blood rushing there.

You, straddling his hips and bouncing your naked body off of his, holding a revolver to his temple—there was no real threat but his body registered it, making his hands hold onto your hips shakily and his dick twitch inside of you. Could a man come just from the sense of risk? He had a feeling it was indeed possible. Even the creak of the bed or the sound of your skin hitting his was falling loudly on his ears and intensifying his nerves, as if every sound made him anticipate something bad coming.

“B-baby…” he moaned out shakily, “…you’re so wicked to be doing this…” His hand barely managed to move upwards to circle on your clit, mere mimicking of his learned language during sex, as he was too shaken up to do regular protocol and actually succeed.

The words got you pressing a gun even closer to his head, and speed up your ride. Your hand swatted his hand between your thighs away, with you deciding to do it yourself or you’d never orgasm. “Didn’t you ask for it? It’s not my fault you’re such an adrenaline freak,” you teased, though you were not any less affected. Not only has been his cock compelling you to feel good, it was also the power and risk (no matter if feigned) that got you all aroused. You let Aventurine practice his infatuation with risk-taking in a safer way than reality, but it didn’t feel safe in any way. “Can’t even keep up with me… can’t even do your share?” you mocked again.

Aventurine groaned pathetically, too prideful to admit you were right. He was busy with something else anyway—eyeing your hand intensely, as if watching out for the pull of the trigger. He wouldn’t get shot, but they did teach you to handle empty gun as loaded one for the reason—you might forget the barrel wasn’t empty and get killed. And that’s what his paranoid mind was telling him; that despite checking on his revolver thousands of time before you two had started your game, somehow you still forgot to empty it.

When you finally pulled the trigger and nothing happened, the same way nothing had happened when he used to gamble his life and play Russian roulette, he almost came on the spot, trashing under your body trapping his. You laughed, before you moaned as he pushed you down against his cock harder by your waist. “Don’t tell me you’re going to cum from me acting as if I could have shot you?”

But you exposed yourself when you squeezed tightly on him after voicing out the idea, your hold on the revolver loosening, especially when your arm has been already cramping from keeping it in air for too long. “I guess you’re not any better,” he teased back, snapping his hips upward and making you scream silently; you were not suspecting Aventurine to be suddenly confident again. It seemed winning by not getting shot put him back on the right track.

“Your hand seems tired, why don’t you let me handle our weapon?” He grabbed the revolver from your hold, and put his arm up.

Soon, it was him aiming the revolver at your head, fucking you (thankfully) harder from below.

MR. RECA—degradation

Just because Reca was currently placed above you, your strong legs around his hips, breathing heavily against your ear, didn’t mean you weren’t the one in the position of power here.

Oh, how much he’s been craving for you to take charge every time you two were intimate, now matter how many times you’ve called him selfish for it (not that he wouldn’t enjoy it!). Today was no different, when you were calling him names from under him, mocking his hasty thrusts.

“You’re so desperate, Reca,” you said coldly and pushed your hips back at him, making him gasp at the sudden depth of his cock inside your pussy, all hugging him tightly. “Humping against me like a dog. Have you got no shame?” You could tell he was too overwhelmed to even put his entire length into your hole, thrusting only half of his cock into you.

“Hah… I’m sorry, dear… I cannot help myself when it comes to you!” he whined against your ear, his hands messily holding onto your waist to force your body to be thrusted into.

When you yanked his head up by his hair, for him to see that cold look to get off to, he was suddenly slapped in the face—on both sides for a good measure. “It’s ma’am when we’re at this.”

His stomach dropped in shame, his face stinging and swelling from the hit, yet it only made him move even faster—the pain and disrespect got him going, if not hoping to provoke you even further. “Y-yes, I’m sorry, ma’am!”

“You always say that only for you to do what you want,” you clicked your tongue. “It’s as if you’re doing this on purpose, wanting me to put you in your place,” you scoffed with disgust. He both hated and loved how your voice could stay composed even when he was making you feel good, as if you actually were bored and he was just a desperate virgin using a sex toy. No matter how degrading it was to have his efforts look pointless, it only made him more motivated to gain your approval. He strived to make you proud and have you reward him later.

But half-assed thrusts weren’t satisfying enough, if he was eager for your acknowledgment. Your legs around his hips moved lower and dug their heels into his ass, forcing him closer.

“Wait—” With you not letting him go, he was inside of you fully, making it way too intense for him. He could only do little thrusts with limited movement but those grinds were worse when you took him to the base—a fault of the fact his cock was sensitive not just in his tip but all over.

“What’s wrong? I thought you were desperate. Or do you want me to stop?” you asked with a cruel grin, making him moan just at the sight, and even more panicked at the idea of stopping.

“No, ma’am!” Reca then buried his face into your neck again, unable to handle the pressure of your pussy. “Thank you… it just feels so good…” he groaned, panting against your ear like a shameful creature.

“It always feels good, doesn’t it? Because you’d like everything I do, no matter how painful or degrading,” you mocked with a laugh, sparking another embarrassing for him to admit truth.

“I can’t help it… I love you so much,” he murmured into your skin, making you sigh.

A rare moment of softness from you during these scenarios, you rubbed his back, gently scratching the skin at that. He kissed your neck with a smile, slowing down on his grinds for a moment of rest, until you were pulling on his hair again, this time smashing your lips with his.

Yes, his beloved was so merciful.

MYDEI—primal play

While Mydei had sworn to never, ever hurt you, he was still a warrior through and through. It was no accident why a game you have proposed one day filled him with nothing but a battlefreak’s excitement. For next few hours, you’re no different from any of his enemies—he’ll strike you down in a way or another.

A chase through ruins of Kremnos, a place he picked specifically for no one to disturb you… if there’s any Nikador’s titankin anywhere, he’d kill it first.

Obviously, Mydei’s speed and agility were much better than yours, therefore he made sure to slow down his ru to not spoil the race too quickly—which didn’t make the situation any less exciting. When you turned around the corner to enter one of the largest rooms to hide somewhere behind tall furniture, feeling your heart pound so hard out of your chest you couldn’t tell if it was excitement, fear, or both; he suddenly yelled behind you and laughed, his low voice booming against the walls. You cursed as you knew he was getting close, ruining your any plans of escape whatsoever.

“You know there’s no escape from me, prey. Once I catch you, you’re not getting anywhere until I had my fill!”

You didn’t ease on your legs after hearing his words, only sprinted faster to avoid being pounced on by your hunter. You were very hopeful when you saw a small window, now devoid of glass, one you thought you could jump through to the ground outside—needing this to catch a small break before you’d be on the run again, as your lungs burn, allowing you to barely catch any oxygen in.

Your hopes were shattered when you were being suddenly tackled to the hard tiles, not expecting for Mydei to be behind you already—you didn’t notice any sound foretelling his approach!

He had enough decency to put a hand under your forehead when you fell, not wishing for his lover to end up with a cracked skull over some game… even if your arms and legs got scraped where your clothes didn’t hide you—all raw-feeling only made it better anyway.

“Caught you,” he said with a wicked smile, his heavy body above yours forced to rest face down, your head only tilted to the side for some resemblance of control of your demise by seeing his face.

Mydei was looking at you as if you were an actual prey that it got you worried for a moment—have he mistook you for one? Thankfully, he wiped your tears you didn’t realize you had already, a silent sign he was still in control; enough to not break the act.

“Little thing for a lion to eat. I wonder if such small creature can even take me… oh, but I’ll surely get enough from you,” he grinned.

You trashed under him, hiding an excitement at the idea of struggle and him forcing you into submission and crushing you until you’re shaking on these tiles and leaking his cum from your red and irritated hole. “Let me go!” your cries echoed through empty space, with no one to save you from this monster. Forced to rely on your most basic instincts, your anxious chest acted as if you actually were in danger.

“Stay still, or I’ll fuck you even harder,” he warned, a threat only going down to the twitch between your legs, and suddenly tore your bottom clothes apart, making you flinch at the sudden cold against your pussy. You were very glad he removed his armor for this chase—otherwise he’d have torn your skin apart too.

Mydei his pants down with a scary speed, his other hand pinning your wrists above your head. The struggle made you feel uneven rocks dig into your stomach under, but with the adrenaline in your veins you registered no pain. “No! You can’t do this!” you said frantically, making him laugh, as he already has noticed the wet state between your ass cheeks. “Your own body betrays you and you dare to lie to my face. I should punish you for this as well.”

And when your legs kicked trying to hit his back, he forced his body to lay on top of you harder, his legs between yours, making you feel as if you’d choke from how heavy he was as if you weren’t still breathless. With this placement, you felt his obnoxiously hard and big cock pressed against your weeping hole, his tip catching against your clit as he started to drag it across your slit to force out more slick. It was the only foreplay you’d receive to keep the act naturally spontaneous, and so you hissed from a sting when he suddenly pushed his hot dick inside of you from behind, stretching your walls and forcing them to take the whole thing too violently to your own body’s pace of making up space for him it almost hurt.

Mydei cursed when you tightened from the scream at his brutality. He let go of your wrists for you to dig your nails into the ground, and squeezed your hip with one hand and nape with the other in hard pressure, not letting you up by even an inch; with that, scratching your face against rough ground in result. This one gesture actually ached even if your hole didn’t, with him almost straining your hipbone and spine. But you were so full, the built up excitement threatening to make you cum already, and you wanted him to take you right here, as if you truly were a prey he caught. “Stupid little thing… you have a long night ahead of you,” the triumph over successful hunt was clear in his voice. The surge of power he felt over you and your weak body, way too easy for him to break if he was to choose to, he’ll remember about it every time he sees your legs limp tomorrow.

Not daring to deny himself of feasting on his prize, he began fucking your prone form immediately; even faster when you were screaming and moaning for the sound to jump off of the walls, relishing in the begs of his meal and prey to stop and not hurt them. With the sweat on your skin from the prior exercise, the skin clapping was even louder and caused your skin to burn, soon to be chaffed too.

You now knew what it feel like to be on the receiving side of his anger and prowess, making you feel as despised as his enemies he promised to kill no matter how many he’d have to face.

You were crying into the floor, but only for Mydeimos and for more of his barbarity to be drawn out of him. You’ll become the target to his fatal blows of thrusts, until you pass out as if he actually has launched the final attack.

PHAINON—bondage

The idea of Phainon having a chance to bind you in ropes has been circling his mind for a while. It wasn’t to dare to go as shamefully as to make you feel uncomfortable or trapped… the opposite—he saw it as a way of strengthening the sense of trust between you two, and you giving yourself to him so willingly, a proof of the mutual lovers’ devotion between you and him.

You exhaled out deeply when he ended tying ropes of silk ribbons around you, the cold fabric chilling you with a shudder sliding downward of your spine your body rested on; getting your body hair to poke air outward. He was kind enough to pick something in your favorite shade, to make it more comfortable and familiar… not to mention more resembling of you for him to admire.

The ribbons had your arms forced to stick firmly to your sides, wrapped around your chest to connect. Other spread of the ribbon tied your thighs to your calves, on each sides. You for sure couldn’t get anywhere like this, yet Phainon still got you comfortable with a soft pillow for your head to rest on.

And while you were somewhat nervous at amplified vulnerability, one bigger than your nudity would bring, Phainon tried to make the process as smooth as possible. He’s read a lot about how to tie you, not willing to cause your body any harm or discomfort, and he wouldn’t hesitate to pause in case something arises.

He let the small look of excitement and curiosity in your eyes lead him further. “Beautiful…” he marveled at the sight of you offered to him on bed this way, wrapped in silk as if you were a gift for him sent from heavens. Each stripe squeezed your flesh gently, spilling out its curves and softness, letting him love little cellulite dips even more. The color of the material was perfect for your skin tone as well, another match made in heaven. “Thank you for letting me do this, my love. I shall not disappoint you.”

Crawling between your legs, he grabbed your hand to kiss, lifting it up for you when you couldn’t move your arms up. “Relax… I’ve got you.” His lips wandered up your arm, skimming through silk, trailing to your shoulders. You exhaled shakily, feeling tad riled up by delicate smooches, ones leaving pleasant prickles of pleasure. With a tilt of your back as result, Phainon kissed over your neck and throat, lingering here to leave a small mark to decorate your skin in addition to the wrapping.

You whimpered at his lips now wrapped around your nipple, followed by a moan when his finger gently rubbed your clit between your wide open thighs, with you unable to escape this pleasure. “I know you’ll be out of these eventually… but I truly enjoy how much they make you stay with me, love,” he whispered into your breast, his fingers gently teasing your petals and parting them with two. Feeling generous of his love today, he left a little nibble on your chest to remind you of this beautiful experience when you’ll bathe with him later.

You squirmed like a precious darling of his, almost overstimulated already from how slow-paced everything became. Your body was hyper-aware of every touch when you couldn’t release your tension in tied up restriction.

You made him chuckle, “That sensitive already? I hope you can handle a bit more. You can, don’t you, darling?”

When you nodded, he smiled encouraging you to give in a bit more, and lowered his body to be between your legs. He had to take advantage of binds keeping you in place, to see how little or a lot you can handle when you are at his mercy and entrusting him with your body. A soft sigh left his lips when he saw a little pool of wetness gathering inside your hole.

Just a small dip of his tongue inside got you to trash if you couldn’t grab onto his hair like you usually would want to. You could have only gathered sheets of the bed to hold, with your arms forced down to stay in straight line. “Phainon…” you moaned his name, a hint of pleading. When your eyes lowered to see him, the tormentor of your nervous system, your stomach churned at the sharp-edged focus on his face. Oh, you had no doubt he’d keep you questioning your own beliefs about him any time now.

“I know, you’re already doing so good for me,” he praised, and licked a stripe up your slit to suckle on your clit like a candy. As an instinct, you tried to wrap your thighs around his head, only to be stuck with your legs bent to your body. You cried out in frustration, and Phainon hushed you quietly.

“No need to struggle. I just want you to focus on what I’m doing to you, not fighting to get out of these. Alright?”

“Y-yes… just, please, don’t tease me more…”

“Tease you?” he laughed, his voice so pretty on your ears you wished you could kiss him again: even if you were catching up with hidden intention he was slowly revealing to you. “I’m just making sure to not overwhelm you. But if that’s not enough for you…” he left the word hanging in the air, before he was slurping at your wetness with twice of vigor.

When you threw your head back, it was only Phainon on your mind; conceiving a worry if you’d receive any leniency tonight. You still had a lot to learn about him, it seemed to the case.

Can you guess my favorite on the list… 🤭

[mubabee]

Child!reader and MKafka

Type of dad that carries his kid constantly. my feet are cold and I don’t like this anymore 🙁 I been reading manhwas with child mc maybe that’s why I wanted to draw this

I have a Jing yuan one too I might post it

You can see this as y/n or if u had a child with him idc

[box-artist]

I love dragons

Badly drawn art strikes once more