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spirit-lanterns · 10 months ago

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THIRST COMMENTS 2

synopsis: (celebrity AU) your girlfriend get's jealous when she reads your thirst comments. (part 2/2) part 1 here.

featuring: kafka, himeko, serval, yukong, topaz

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, jealous s.ex, cunnlingus (reader giving and receiving), pet names, slight degradation (use of whore in kafka's), rough s.ex, semi-public s.ex (himeko), possessiveness, lap s.ex, fin.gering, handcuffs, use of vib.rators, mating press, strap ons, doggy style, might be ooc, not proofread.

art credits: bad thinking diary

KAFKA

“You liked all that attention, huh? You liked it when all your fans were thirsting over you on the web?”

Kafka scoffs and bites her lip, keeping a firm hand on your scalp as she pushes you further into her skirt. The exasperated gasp that spilled past your lips pleased your girlfriend greatly while she listened to you with a grin, as Kafka couldn’t help but satiate her jealousy by making you remember just who exactly your lover was.

“Ooh, a new comment. Let’s see what it reads, shall we?” She drums her fingers against the top of your head and groans when she feels your tongue lap eagerly over her clit. You two had just gotten off the filming of the “thirst comments” video that would be uploaded to some popular celebrity news channel, but Kafka found herself growing envious over just how many of your fans lusted for you all over the internet.

The moment you two stepped into Kafka’s private limousine, she had you pushed down on your knees in front of her, one hand guiding you to peel her panties off from her skirt with your teeth, and the other hand reaching for her phone so she could read some of the other comments thirsting about you from Twitter.

“Anonymous said: I think (Reader)’s moans would be the cutest thing to listen to. I’m practically wet just thinking about it.”

Kafka chuckles when she finishes reading that thirst comment out loud, gripping your scalp a bit harder and causing you to moan.

“My, my…the commenter was right. Your moans are the cutest thing to ever listen to. In fact, I think I feel myself getting a bit wet, don’t you feel it?” She grits her teeth and yanks your hair up a little to see the glistening sheen of her pussy juices smeared around your face. The sight makes Kafka groan with pleasure, a wave of possession filling her chest as she pushes you back down to continue eating her out. “Mmpf…such a good girl…she knows exactly who she belongs to.”

Kafka scrolls a bit further through her Twitter feed, eyes landing on another comment that sends another pang of jealousy through her heart.

“Anonymous said: I’d drink up (Reader) till there’s nothing leaking out.”

Kafka grits her teeth at that and subconsciously pushes your head a bit deeper into her cunt. She revels in the way you writhe and squeak, gripping her thighs in your hands as you lap up her cum so eagerly. “Really? They want to drink you up till there’s nothing left? Hah…if only they knew that you were the one who is lapping up my juices so thirstily. You needy girl…”

She smirks and cups your face to pull you up and meet her lips in a sloppy kiss. You’ve never seen Kafka so…possessive in all your time of dating her, yet you’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting turned on at the thought of it. Normally she’s much more in control of her emotions, yet ever since you finished the filming of the thirst comments video, Kafka had been a little out of it till you got to the car.

“One more…let’s read another thirst comment about you, hmm? See what all your fans have to say about a cute whore like you.” Kafka chuckles and her eyes practically glow at this one particular comment. One hand reaching down to grope your ass possessively, while the other clicks on the comment to see it enlarged.

“Anonymous said: (Reader) is just so cute and innocent. I want to make her cum on my fingers until her voice goes hoarse and she’s crying for more.”

Kafka tsks at this and pulls you closer onto your lap, causing you to yelp. “Cute and innocent…” she repeats in a low, husky voice. “Well that’s far from what I see right in front of me.”

She chuckles darkly and snakes her fingers down to your pants, teasing you through the cloth before whispering into your ear. “I bet I can make you cry far, far better than that fan of yours…wouldn’t you agree?”

“Y…Yes…Kafka.” You murmur quietly, breath hitching when she kisses your neck.

“Good girl. I’ll make you cum better than any idolizer in the world. You are mine to devour…”

HIMEKO

“Hmm…I really didn’t expect your fans to be so bold, my love.”

Behind the set of the video “thirst comments” Himeko was currently pinning you up against the wall with her thigh slotted in between your legs. Though filming took place not too long ago, it seems as if Himeko has gotten just a tad bit jealous when she heard you reading off all your thirst comments for your portion of the video.

So now, here you were with your passively jealous girlfriend clinging to you while the staff and crew of the set chatted idly not too far away. Though they couldn’t see where Himeko had you pinned up, if you made any loud noises, they’d be immediately alerted to your proximity.

“Let’s read one of your beloved thirst comments, shall we? Just to remind you of what you remember.”

Himeko purrs and hands you her phone, allowing you to open up her Twitter and see the mass amounts of thirst comments clogging up her feed. “Go on, read one…” Himeko murmurs, pushing you back against the wall as she begins sensually rubbing up your thigh.

“Ah…mmpf…@/servalisms said: not even a guillotine could take away the head I’m about to give (Reader)…”

Though very creative and honestly quite flattering, you gulped and looked up to see your girlfriend staring down at you, with eyes that seemed clouded by something you could not decipher. “H…Himeko?” You murmured in a softer tone.

“Pffh! Quite creative your fans are, hm?” She gave you a teasing smirk, before suddenly dropping down on her knees in front of you.

“Ah! H-Himeko—”

“Just keep reading, darling. Keep reading those little thirst comments of yours and I’ll show you just how good my head game is for you sweet little pussy.” She suddenly pulled your pants down to part your thighs with her hands, nudging your panties with her nose and evoking a series of stifled little whimpers. “Come on…don’t be shy…”

She chuckles and continues prodding you for more access to your pussy. Leaving you no other choice but to continue reading as per request from your girlfriend.

“Anonymous said: the way I’d fuck (Reader) in every position is wi— AH!”

You didn’t even get to finish reading the thirst comment before Himeko suddenly plunged her tongue in to lap at your folds behind the thin, scantily fabric of your already dampening underwear. It was getting increasingly harder to focus on the pixelated words as Himeko just kept pushing against you with more force. Breaths hitching at the way she began losing control in your body…

“Every position? If only they knew your favorite position to be is under me,” Himeko chuckles, hiding the envy behind her golden eyes before planting a sweet kiss to your inner thigh. The sight of her rosy red lipstick left a faint imprint on the surface of your skin, and it left you feeling breathless with the way your normally composed girlfriend was beginning to show her true colors.

“Keep reading,” Himeko all but purrs, voice almost a throaty growl when she pulls your underwear down. “If you can’t even read the words on the screen, I’d say it’s a job well done for me.”

You gulped and shakily looked down to read another Twitter comment. Eyes blurring between the lines, but managing to focus on one singular post.

“@/sinsmockingbird said: (Reader) is so cute and beautiful. I just want to bend them over the table and completely ruin them till they’re a crying mess.”

It was difficult to read every word properly —given by how hard your thighs were shaking— but when you looked down, you saw Himeko biting her lip and staring rather intently at your cunt. It was kinda embarrassing to witness, but confused as to why she suddenly stopped her teasing, you gently tapped on the side of her cheek.

“Himeko…? Did I say something wrong?” Your thighs immediately buckled when Himeko dove her tongue in to press firmly against your hole, reveling in the way it twitched and puckered while your wobbly little legs tried so desperately to keep you upright. A small whine left your throat at the feeling of your girlfriend starting to go to town on you, eating you out with her hands gripped firmly on your thighs, while the tip of her tongue split you open with groans riveting from Himeko’s voice.

“God…you truly have no idea do you,” the usually calm woman exhales, diving back in to taste your juices while you buck your hips rather pathetically into her face. “If only your fans knew I was the one bending you over each night. The one making you cry until your tears have clouded you blind.”

As if to prove her point, Himeko suddenly nibbles against your clit and forces a small cry from your lips.

“So delightful, your noises are.” Himeko chuckles, staring up at you with a lustful gaze that kept you pinned under the redhead’s touch.

“I hope you always remember just how good your girlfriend pleases you.”

SERVAL

“Aghhhh, I knew your fans were down bad for you, but I had no idea they were this down bad.”

Serval chuckles rather hastily, but the envy was green in her eyes that once shown bright blue. Your girlfriend had tried to contain her jealousy after the recent filming of your “thirst comments” video, yet when your portion of the video came up —aka it was your turn to read thirst comments from fans— Serval was making it very obvious that she was jealous from the get go.

Well, it’s not like your girlfriend was that good of an actress in the first place. She was a singer, not an actor, and it resulted in some of her emotions spilling over after the filming, because suddenly you were locked up in Serval’s dressing room, on her lap, and on her couch while she lazily fingers you.

“Ah…shit, you’re so tight baby…” Serval groans, keeping an eye on her dressing room door while your soft, quiet whimpers play in her ear. Your phone sat idly in your hand as you could barely focus on the text on screen, your girlfriend pummeling her fingers inside you and distracting you from the task at hand.

“A…Anonymous said: I would let (Reader) peg me, no fucks given—”

You clamped your free hand over your mouth to stifle a loud moan as you felt the tips of Serval’s long fingers hitting that spongy spot inside you. Though pleasurable, this felt like torture to you while Serval laughed aimlessly and twisted her fingers around to see you writhe. “Peg me? As if this sweet thing could ever peg anyone in her life.” Serval chuckles and thrusts her fingers a bit faster, the middle and ring fingers of her right hand pumping so steadily into your cunt. “Come on, let’s read the next comment. Don’t tell me you’re at your limit yet.”

Serval kisses the navel of your neck and smirks up at you with that cocky expression she always had. Driven forward by her sloppy thrusts, you groaned and narrowed your eyes to focus on the screen in your hand, before latching onto Serval so you wouldn’t accidentally tip over.

“@/the-voxinton-tavern said: (Reader) played her role in her newest horror movie so well! I’d just want to see her legs shaking in a different context.”

Serval scoffs at this before giving your outer right thigh a soft slap to the skin, causing you to yelp and nearly jump out of your girlfriend’s lap. “I’ll have your legs shaking so much you’d be clinging to me to carry you out of this room.” Serval husks, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Aha…well at the pace we’re going at, you’ll be achieving your goal v-very soon…” you mumble, an attempt at making a light joke falling on deaf ears.

“I know. No one knows your body more than I do.” Serval whispers, pushing your body up higher as she forces a third finger in to fill you up even more. At the sudden stretch of your girlfriend’s three fingers all attempting to fit inside you, you buckled your hips forward and gasped, clutching onto the singer’s sweaty shoulders. “S-Serval! Not too quickly—”

“It’s okay, it’ll fit. You’ve taken so many bigger things up you before.” Serval grins, nudging your cheek with her nose. “Alright, let’s read the last thirst comment. Read it all the way through and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

“Maybe?!” You groaned and glared at your girlfriend with a somewhat pouty expression.

“Maybe.” Serval grinned, teasingly kissing your nose and urging you to read the next comment.

“Anonymous said: if (Reader) ever needs a chair, my face is readily available 🤭”

Serval actually laughs at this and suddenly slides her fingers out of your cunt, hoisting you up in those strangely strong arms of hers, and placing you down on the couch to crawl over you in a pinning position.

“If (Reader) ever needs a chair?” Serval tilts her head, a devious smirk on the blonde woman’s face. “Why would you ever need to sit on something other than my lap, babygirl?”

You whine when she suddenly thrusts her fingers back in and causes a cacophony of moans to slip past your lips. Suddenly Serval is faster, harder, and her fingers are starting to plunge further up into your folds, causing you to arch your back and nearly scream.

“You’re so fucking hot…” Serval curses, pulling you closer before bringing you closer and closer to your impending orgasm. “I’m so glad that you’re mine.”

And as if to prove her point, she thrusts her hand till the palm slaps wonderfully against your clit, causing a small squirt of cum to drip past and coat her already slick fingers. “That’s my good fucking girl…” Serval groans, pulling her fingers out to clean them with her tongue. “My good fucking girl…”

YUKONG

“This generation is rather prude with their flirts, hm? That’s no way to pick up a lady…”

Yukong tsks her tongue at the particular thirst comment she sees regarding you and your body. Though thirst comments are almost always a joke within the celebrity community and space, Yukong being of the older generation, was not pleased at the slightest to see how her girlfriend was ogled at and thirsted over on the internet.

Especially to this degree.

“@/lindseynguyen said: (Reader) can step on me with her heels and I’ll thank her for it.”

Yukong narrows her eyes at the thirst before sighing and looking down at you. “Honestly, how masochistic can your fans be, dear? I’m starting to believe you could punch them and they’d get turned on, don’t you agree?”

You’d respond, of course, if not for the fact that you were currently handcuffed to the hotel bed with one of Yukong’s personal vibrators stuffed up your hole. Ever since you two had left the set of the thirst comments video to head back to your hotel room, Yukong had you handcuffed to the post of the bed, sliding her hidden vibrator out of her suitcase so that she could shove it up your cunt for “discipline.” Apparently, for as old and wide as Yukong could be, she was still capable of getting jealous, evident with her rough treatment of you the moment you stepped foot in your suite.

“Darling? Oh, that’s right. You can’t even speak, just moan like the needy girl you are, so desperate for my command.” Yukong strokes a gentle hand across your face, wiping the overstimulated tears from your eyes and giving you a kiss. “Don’t worry, I’ll finish soon enough, then you can get the glorious orgasm you so desperately crave.”

Yukong grins and glances back down at her phone.

“@/chamomillecamille said: (Reader) would NOT be able to hide if we were in a hotel together. The way I’d be screaming her name.”

Yukong raises a brow at this, before chuckling and turning up the vibrations of the toy. “Oh, how ironic isn’t that, my love?” She traces a small drip of precum sliding from your inner thigh, before scooping it up with her finger and licking it. “The fact that I have you tied up and fucked in a hotel room at the moment…I bet Camille would be seething that she can’t savor this.”

As the vibrations of the toy are turned up, the buzz pulsing through your sensitive walls increases and causes you to close your thighs out of pure pleasure. A whine leaks past your throat, alerting Yukong to your now closed position and causing her to tsk at the sight.

“My darling, I thought we went over this. Legs stay open during your punishment.”

Yukong moved your thighs back into their spread position on the bed, eying the way the pastel blue vibrator was now covered in your slick and lube. You caught the older woman drooling a bit, saliva pooling behind her canines before she swallows and moves closer to adjust the shaking toy.

“So wet…it’s almost slipping right out…” she pushes the toy back deeper into its original position, smiling at the way you could barely keep it together. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. Last one, I promise. No more teasing.”

She playfully flicks the clit of your swollen, sensitive cunt before diving her eyes back to the faded screen.

“Anonymous said: I want (Reader) to break my back like a glowstick.”

The older woman chuckles quite amusedly at this, picturing the thought before sliding the dripping wet vibrator out with a pop. “Breaking backs like a glowstick? Wouldn’t that hurt, though?” Yukong tilts her head and smirks at the way you whine with how she tore away your orgasm from you. “If anything, I think your back would be the one broken, my dear.”

She hoists you up by the waist and props your legs up over her lap to get a better view of your sensitive, glistening folds. Using her two thumbs, she spreads them open apart and can’t help but let out a throaty grunt.

“All mine…to think this sweet woman is all mine…”

Pushing your legs forward suddenly, you nearly cry when she pushes your legs down in a position you find yourself in countless times before. A mating press.

“Here, let me show you just how good I could break you.” Yukong purrs, the soft, older woman figure now gone and replaced with someone much more dominant. “I hope all these guests hear just how loud you are when I’m done with you.”

TOPAZ

“Heh, to think I had so much competition vying for your love, babe.”

Topaz raises a brow while reading a particular thirst comment about you on her phone. Normally she’d be more focused on you at the moment —given by how she was currently fucking 7 inches of her strap on into your cunt, doggy style— yet it seemed as if your girlfriend was focused on more…trivial affairs, as she was more upset over the fact that fans were getting pretty possessive over you, rather than the fact that you were buck naked and grinding on her.

“Anonymous said: TELL TOPAZ TO BACK AWAY. (Reader) is mine and mine only.”

Your girlfriend narrowed her eyes at this and gave a particularly hard thrust with her hips. “Pfft, wow, jealous much?” Topaz traced the palms of her hands over your ass and gave the soft, rear ends a harsh squeeze. “I mean, we aren’t even officially dating when it comes to the public, is our relationship that obvious on screen?”

You attempted to answer, but with the way Topaz was grinding the thick shaft against your insides, pulling any word or sound out of you to turn into a moan, had you practically speechless as you were left face planting into your pillow.

“I mean, we do flirt and touch each other sometimes on camera, but I mean come on…” she continued her shallow thrusts and pressed firm nail indents into your sides. “Just listen to this one baby, just listen to it.”

“@/lenzxii said: The way I would let (Reader) literally fuck me until my only coherent thought is her, step on me, beat the dog shit out of me, abuse me, run me over with her car, carve her name in my thigh, let her use any hole she wanted, cheat on me, rob me, steal my shit, kidnap me and I’ll still say thank you for blessing me with your presence.”

Somehow Topaz said all of that under one breath, eyes practically popping out of their sockets as she had to take a quick moment to reread the absolute unit of a thirst comment about her girlfriend. “Lord almighty, babe, your fans are practically ravenous over you.”

“Go…Go figure…” you mumble out in a grunt, noticing how Topaz was starting to slow down with her thrusts, as she was beginning to get distracted with her Twitter feed. “Topazzzzz…please move faster…”

“Hm? Oh, Aha…you want me to go faster? What, do you need me that bad?”

“Yes!” You exclaim almost immediately, now slightly annoyed that she was focusing more on her phone, than you. “You wanted to fuck me because you were jealous so act like it! Stop staring at that phone like it’s your girlfriend, I’m your girlfriend!”

You pouted up at her and gave her the cutest, neediest eyes Topaz had ever seen on a woman, causing her to blush and nearly drop her phone on the bed. “Ah…fuck. You really are cute when you look at me like that…” she chuckles, gripping your hips tighter and repositioning her angle for a better thrust game. “Alright, alright…just don’t pout at me like that. You’ll make me feel bad for putting you here.”

She leans forward and kisses each of your shoulders, starting up her thrusts again before glancing at her phone one last time.

“Okay, I know I said I’d pay attention to you for now on, but this thirst is funny.”

“@/melodazeee said: literally need (Reader) to be elbow deep and braiding my guts 😍🙏”

Topaz snickers at this, before moving her hips back and forth behind you and pushing the tip of her shaft deeper till you were practically split. “Elbow deep and braiding your guys, huh?” The image is so funny for Topaz, as she could never imagine her sweet and cute girlfriend rearranging someone’s guts. “Oh how different reality is, huh babe?”

She wraps her arms around your stomach and could practically feel the small belly bulge she was giving you, every time she pistoned in and out with her cock. The sight of you creaming around her hips and staining the sheets with your juices almost too much for Topaz to handle.

“Fuck…if only I could show the world how hot your face and moans are when I take you…” she groans, before keeping you locked against her body. Breasts pushing languidly against your back while Topaz begins toying with your clit with her fingers.

“I wish I could tell the world how it’s me making you scream behind the scenes…but at least you know it’s only me. That’s all I really need…”

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scruus · 1 year ago

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★̶̲ [ 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 ]

✎ sub gepard + dom gn reader (cock can be read as strap) notes: feminization, lingerie, overstimulation, praise and a bit of degradation, calling gepard princess; i was so lazy to write anything but here i go again.

“Shit…look at that ass princess”, you groan to gepard, staring at his reflection through the mirror. Your hands groping his plump ass so tightly it would surely leave marks. The blonde haired boy seated on your lap muffles a whimper as he turns to look at himself in the mirror.

The flush on his neck and cheeks start flaring when he notices his position on your lap. The captain of the silvermane gaurds was appearing no less sluttier than a hooker and how this was a blessing for you.

You were seated at the edge of the bed, gepard on your lap, in your dimly lit bedroom.

However it wasn’t the way you two were seated but in actuality, what was gepard wearing, that made the entire situation a hundred times more filthy. Something that made you want to ravish your pretty boy.

He had decided to surprise you by wearing a white and blue lingerie set the night before you both took off for a trip with serval to the underworld for work related issues. And sure as hell, gepard was delighted when he saw the way your eyes lit up upon laying your eyes on him in that attire.

A baby blue transparent lacey bralette which showed off his perky nipples and huge pecs so prettily. They were also in the shape of a butterfly so it looked extremly adorable.

But the thong. Oh goodness the thong. It was satin and so intricately designed but it was barely able to keep his weeping cock in. The raging bulge, which he had tried to hide from you was futile the moment you pulled him onto your lap. Your hands obviously unable to keep to themselves when you saw your lover like this.

His plush bubble butt was making it very difficult to see the line of the thong going down his hole but given the loving pervert you were, you spread his soft cheeks apart and just slightly moved the thin strip of fabric to show off his pink pulsing hole.

“Fuck, look at that princess, your tight hole is looking so greedy”, you grinned to yourself as gepard turned his flushed face away from the mirror and whined in the crook of your neck. He was embarrassed but so badly turned on by your words. They were fucking honey to his ears.

“Its okay gepard, you know how much i love you and fucking that pretty little ass of yours?”, you caressed his back all the while slowly kneading his soft ass because you just god damn can’t keep your hands off of them. It was fucking impossible.

“Uh huh”, he nods shyly, tightly holding on to you and slowly grinding on your crotch, unconsciously. The way you were touching him. The soft massages, the dirty whispers, the lust in your voice, it was making his hard dick throb and his hole clench like anything.

Why did his damn sister have to come tomorrow?! It was the only day he was getting free and he had planned to spend the entire day with you!

But it doesn’t matter now, because he will be getting dicked down by you tonight, no matter what! He needs it or the lord so help him tomorrow.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・･.・゜*: ﾟ✧*:･・゜゜・・

Loud, whorish moans filled the room while hips slapped against each other. Gepard’s face was all flushed and red. The pearly tears running down his face and his swollen bruised lips further intensified the ruined look.

Hands flinging on to scratch at the pillows he was laid upon, he feared he may rip them open but who cares now when you have been pounding into him like a madman. Not stopping even once.

The thong and bralette now tossed aside (and probably ripped?) with the rest of your clothes on the floor. His eyes focused and unfocused, staring at you as garbled moans left his throat, too far gone to be ashamed by own his voice.

Tightly gripping his waist as you plummeted your cock deep in him, he could feel your swollen tip hit his prostate, every time. Your thrusts were angled as such because of the way your dick just knew the entirety of his insides so well. Going in and out of him at such a pace you didn’t think was possible but it was expected after a month of no intimacy.

You grin, licking your lips, looking at the debauchery under you. Drool dripping down his chin, mouth wide agape and spilling such beautiful moans only you were a witness to, his teary blue eyes staring at you with such love and lust. Like you were his saviour.

The saviour who was breaking him. Ripping him apart.

“Fffuck princess you look so beautiful getting ruined on my cock”, he nods dumbly, babbling yess’, eyelashes fluttering open and shut as he feels another orgasm approaching him. His warm walls squeezing down on your dick.

The cum pooling on his stomach along with his hard throbbing cock slapping across his abs was so obscene. You were groaning just looking at how filthy he looked. His hoarse screams calling out your name as if it was a mantra and you just cooed to him. He was your princess. Your good girl.

“You see this b-baby? See my dick going in and out of your cunt?”, you moan and gepard, even though was dizzy, looked down and mewled at the sight. “Oh i love you so fucking much honey”, you groaned out.

The way his tight hole was swallowing you all up was making him lightheaded. A guttural moan left his lips at the way his hole was enveloping your entire dick. Covered in his and your cum, veiny and so fucking thick. All from the tip to the base. Splitting him open. Taking it all in just like the good whore he was.

How was his poor little ass even able to take it all in?

“s too good, t-too goooooddd”, he babbles, his insides clenching down on your thick cock, while your tip rammed into his prostate. Eyes rolling back into his skull, his squeals were making the blood thump in your ears.

His back arched and he groaned into your mouth, chasing after your lips. “ghh s-stop am g-gonna cum~”, his hands smacked at your chest trying to get you to slow down but you were way stronger than him. Scratches on your chest were the result of his already losing attempt to push you away.

But you hissed, liking the pain. I guess it was a way of making yourself feel that you belong to him. Just like he does to you.

His legs trembled as you used both of your hands to push him into a mating press, trying to get your already huge dick further deep inside him. Sheating your entire dick in his tight little hole. He shook his head back, choking out sobs and lolling his tongue out when he felt your entire dick literally upto his throat. Jolts running down his entire body with each thrust. Oh heavens you were so big.

“Am gonna fuck a baby into your womb”, you groaned out, rocking your hips in and out of him with a feral speed. “Fffuck yesyesyesyesshh”, gepard slurred as he came again. Not comprehending anything your saying. Just dumbly agreeing and nodding like a dumb slut. His throbbing cock shooting out spurts of cum, covering his chest and chin while his legs spasmed.

His entire body was shivering as you slowly stilled your motion to stop. His throat barely able to make any noise now after the way he was screaming your name when he came but still allowing his heavy breaths accompanied with low, hoarse whimpers.

“Princess?….gepard are you okay?”, you inched closer to his face as you slowly lowered his legs down but still remained inside him.

You softly smiled looking at his sleeping face. Rosy cheeks stained with tears and pretty eyelashes shut. His adorable lips formed into pout, just like they always are when he falls asleep.

“He passed out?!”, you laughed to yourself before kissing him on his eyelids. Looks like you fucked him too hard.

#.rizzler #hsr #honkai star rail #honkai gepard #sub gepard #sub honkai #sub honkai star rail #honkai smut #honkai star rail smut #gepard smut #.gepard

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creamflix · 1 month ago

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various genshin & hsr females x gn/male/female reader; 18+ content (minors dni or follow, you will be blocked), weird girl pussy™, smut drabble, unestablished relationship, gender neutral reader, sub!reader, no reader anatomy referenced, bondage (use of cuffs), use of vibrators, overstimulation & mindbreak, cnc/dub-con, slight fearplay, sado-masochism — wc: 1.1k words ; alternate version here featuring: silver wolf, seele, serval, rosaria, shenhe + your fav (weird) girl ! – masterlist here ☆～（ゝ。∂）

“It’s just a dare,” you mutter under your breath, heading toward her. No big deal. Just a little joke to mess with the quiet girl. Easy enough.

She looked up at you as you approached, her lips curling into a small, almost shy smile. “Oh, hey,” she said, voice soft. “I was actually hoping we’d talk more. I’ve been dying to hang out.” She paused, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “How about coming over to my place? We could get more comfortable.”

You blinked. That was… faster than expected. You thought you had the upper hand, but her eagerness caught you off guard. Still, you agreed, thinking maybe this was too easy.

Later that day, when you stepped inside her house, it was… not what you expected. It was cozy, almost charming. String lights lined the walls, soft candles flickered on the shelves, and there was an eerie calm about it all. Like a perfect reflection of her quiet, strange energy.

She smiled, motioning for you to sit on the edge of her bed. “I’m so glad you came,” she said, almost sweetly. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while, you know?”

You swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in your stomach. It should’ve felt normal, but the way she said it, the way her eyes gleamed as they darted over to a few innocuous-looking pillows, made your skin prickle. Her room felt too intimate, the kind of space that had layers. You tried to laugh, brushing it off.

“Uh, yeah, it’s no big deal, really. I mean, it’s just a dare.”

Her eyes flicked to yours for a second, her smile widening. “Oh, I know,” she said with a soft hum. “A dare, right?” Her voice dripped with amusement, but she played along, not letting on that she already knew. Instead, she leaned closer, lightly brushing her hand against your thigh as she sat beside you. “But you’re here now… so let’s make it fun.”

You stiffen, trying to keep it cool, but her touch sent a weird jolt of heat through you. “Sure,” you mutter, forcing a grin. “What do you have in mind?”

Without missing a beat, she stood up and walked over to her dresser. “I’m just going to grab a couple of things,” she said nonchalantly. The drawer creaked open, and out came an assortment of things that made your stomach drop. First came the cuffs, then a blindfold. She tossed them onto the bed like they were no big deal. Casual. Then came the toys—sleek, smooth, and unmistakable.

Your throat went dry. What the hell did you get yourself into?

But before you could react, she was back in front of you, tilting her head with that same sweet smile. “You’re not scared, are you?”

“N-No,” you stammered. But you were. Oh, you were.

“Good,” she whispered, running a finger along the cuff’s edge. “Because I’ve been dying to try this out… I mean, how many times do you get someone so willing to play?”

You open your mouth to respond, but she was already slipping the cuffs around your wrists. Her touch was soft, almost tender, but her actions were deliberate. “Just relax,” she purred, leaning in closer. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

You couldn’t even speak. Your heart pounded in their chest as the restraints tightened, and before you knew it, your arms were pinned above your head, legs spread apart. You thought, I can stop this, right? but the words never made it out. She was already guiding you deeper into whatever this was.

She sat down beside you, fingers tracing over your trembling skin. “You thought you had the upper hand, didn’t you? Thought this would be easy?” She chuckled softly, voice dark and teasing. “But look at you now. All tied up, waiting for me to do whatever I want.”

Your breath hitches as she reached over to the bedside table, picking up one of the vibrators like it was nothing. “These are my favorites,” she said, turning it on. The soft hum filled the room, and your body tensed. “I think you’re going to love them.”

She leaned in closer, lips brushing against your ear. “Just wait… you’re not even ready for what’s next.”

The room suddenly felt too small, too hot, as her hands moved lower, each touch making you whimper. She had all the control now, and there was nothing you could do but take it. Every teasing stroke, every whisper—she was completely and utterly unraveling you.

Before you could process, she was on you. Her hands, gentle yet firm, secured the restraints around your wrists and ankles. “You’re so tense,” she teased, voice low and dripping with amusement. “Didn’t think this was what you signed up for, huh?”

By now, you were so far gone that you couldn’t even form full sentences—just gasping, broken words spilling out between heavy breaths. Each time you whimpered, begged for her to ease up, she just laughed, low and drunk on power.

“You’re so loud,” she whispered, her breath hot against your ear as she pushed the vibrator harder against you. “I could listen to you all day.”

Your body was trembling, the overstimulation sending wave after wave of pleasure and pain crashing through you, until all you could do was choke out a desperate, “P-Please, s-stop…”

But she didn’t stop. She didn’t even hear you, not really. Her eyes were locked on the way your body writhed beneath her, the wet, obscene sloshing sounds echoing through the room with each thrust of her hand. It was like she was completely drunk on you, on your reactions, your helplessness. Every gasp, every whimper sent her deeper into her own twisted pleasure.

“What’s that?” she teased, a wicked grin curling across her lips as she tilted her head. “Want me to go faster? If you insist…”

Before you could even protest, she cranked up the intensity, her pace quickening. The overstimulation had you seeing stars, your mind barely able to keep up with the relentless pleasure. You were practically breaking, body arching off the bed as she pushed you further and further to your limits.

“Mmm, you’re so good like this,” she moaned, clearly lost in her own world now. “Just let it happen. I love seeing you like this.”

“I’ll stop when I’m ready… and trust me, I’m far from done.”

You weren’t in control anymore. She was.

By the time she was done, you were utterly fucked out, body trembling and mind shattered. All you could do was lie there, panting, completely overwhelmed. The dare, the teasing, all of it was forgotten.

“See? I told you it’d be fun,” she whispered, leaning in close, lips brushing against their ear. Her voice, sweet and condescending, sent a final shiver down their spine. “And now all you can think about… is me.”

And she was right.

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vrachis · 1 year ago

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-ˏˋ"baby, i’m jealous." ༉

synopsis : after coming back from a trip to the club with the girls, your two girlfriends ensue in a heated jealousy tension. over you, of course.

cw : modern au! , sexual tension , kafka and himeko are just fighting over your attention bcs yk, disadvantages of poly relationships LMAO , awkwardness , jealousy

with tumbling steps, you, himeko, kafka, natasha, tingyun and serval manage to exit the club you partied in, despite half the group being on the verge of being completely wasted. with a chuckle at the realization, you yourself was slightly drunk, and you can't drive in that condition, so you have no choice but to hand your car keys over to natasha, who was in an actually great condition to be driving unlike the other female companions you have. especially you, of course.

as soon as the car's doors unlocked, you all hop inside the car, flopping down on the leather seats like some tired grownups that were that desperate to sit after running. except a certain redhead.

you notice himeko stayed out of the car, and she looked at you with a hazy look. and that's when you realized after looking around, all seats in the car have been taken.

“oh nooo~ seems there are no spots left! ah, never mind, i know where i can sit now."

and as you were about to make a comment on that, you saw her eyeing kafka at the corner of her eyes with a clear smirk. she enters the car, and her slender legs make their way past kafka, and land right beside your thigh, and you watch with dazed awe as she found place right on top of your lap. you see kafka whip her head around with sheer annoyance painted on her face.

kafka and himeko stare into each other's eyes with that same rivalry, and even though you're half drunk, you still sigh exasperatedly at the two's behaviour. 'this kind of behaviour sure does never get old...'

and the first to break the stare was himeko, who sought to look at your face instead. she gave you that drunken, innocent look, the blush painting her cheeks making it more convincing that she had no bad intent. although knowing her, you know clearly that she might have some underlying meaning to all these actions so far. "mm, hey baby. mind if i sit here?~"

with her already holding down in place to sit, you just had no choice but to say, "yes, sure."

and in the corner of your eye, you can see kafka smiling, although you could tell she was ready to throw himeko off you at any second. but thanks to you, she was able to restrain herself from actually doing it.

himeko leisurely wraps her arms around your neck, and your cheeks heat up when her face nears towards yours. her breath tickles your lips, and you can only turn to face kafka instead, knowing if this continued on, it could escalate to something else while you're still in the car.

however, kafka merely stares back at you, her eyes screaming to assert to violence on himeko. and that’s when you started to hear a certain blonde interrupt the awkwardness and tension going on.

“you bitches are always so fucking horny! if y’all gonna fuck, don’t do it in the car with us in it.”

when serval makes that comment while looking at the three of you weirdly, you can only let out a loud laugh at her words. the other girls chuckle, and that’s when you ponder : ‘yeah, are we always that horny?’

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sinsmockingbird · 6 months ago

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ONLY WOMAN I CAN SEE | Shalom (City Never Sleeps)

PAIRING: Shalom x GN!Reader

WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, Sub!Reader, Dom!Character, Protective!Shalom, Power Bottom!Shalom, Service Top!Reader, She calls you puppy, Breast Worship, Gentle Sex, Fingering, Praising

AUTHORS NOTE: Ballroom dancing to soft sex. Dedicated to my wonderful friend, @servalisms. Also, I had to add Shalom being protective of you at a party filled with socialites.

YOU WEREN'T the type to go out to balls or formal events. You much preferred staying in the comfort of your own home. But your darling Shalom had practically begged you (in her own little way) to accompany her to this event. She had said it was a simple cocktail party, yet when you entered the grand venue where the event was being held, you quickly realized it wasn't just a simple party.

If anything, it was a full-on ball.

"I thought you said this was a cocktail party?" You had whispered hastily in Shalom's ear, only for her to chuckle softly before she replied that this was a cocktail party, just a grand one. You wanted to be angry with her for leaving that little piece of information out, but you held back. You weren't able to be angry at this amazing woman, not when she looked so good in the dress she was wearing.

Instead, you stuck close to Shalom as the night went on, standing beside her as she talked to other important people, politicians, elitists, socialites, all of them. It was a bit boring, hearing your woman talk about the same things constantly with different people, but you held your head up high, determined to get through this night.

At some point, Shalom was getting particularly thirsty but wasn't able to get out of a conversation, so you slipped away and headed towards the bar. It was while you were waiting for your drinks that a woman came over and struck a conversation with you. You didn't think anything of it or about who this woman was, deciding to play nice and converse back with her.

You didn't know how dangerous of a situation this was that you were currently in, not until Shalom came up behind you and linked her arm through yours.

"Come dance with me." Shalom requested, a smile on her face, but when you gazed down into her eyes, you could tell she was alert, serious... and afraid.

"O-Okay." You nodded your head, leaving your drinks behind and allowing the woman to lead you to the ballroom floor.

Shalom led you far away from the bar, completely out of sight of the unknown woman. You made no attempts to stop her, allowing her to lead you until she felt you were both a sufficient way away. Then she wrapped her arms around your neck, beginning to lead you into a dance.

It was light, just both of you swaying to the gentle orchestra playing not far away. It was nice. It was intimate. Just the two of you.

"I don't want to dampen the mood or anything, but... what was that? Back at the bar?" You hesitantly asked, watching Shalom's eyes closely.

From how long you've been with her, you've learned how to read her. Shalom was a master of masking her emotions, keeping up a perfect poker face, but her eyes always showed what she was feeling. There could be a fleeting moment of emotion inside them, and you'd be able to see it in an instance.

"Nothing." Shalom replied, in an even tone with a smile on her face as she gazed up at you. Though her smile twitched slightly when you furrowed your eyebrows, the sign to her that you knew she wasn't being truthful.

"Fine." Shalom muttered, letting out a sigh as she averted her eyes briefly in the direction of the bar. "The woman you were talking to is... well, for lack of a better term, dangerous. Very dangerous... and I didn't want you anywhere near her for a second longer."

"Oh." Was the only thing you said, suddenly becoming tense under Shalom's hands. It made her frown, the first time that night, as she gazed up at you. Then you asked, "How... many dangerous people are at this cocktail party?"

Shalom's face was blank as she kept staring up at you, and you could tell she was calculating something. She was reading you, trying to guage what you were thinking. "...Not as much as you're thinking."

"That's not as comforting as you think it sounds." You pointed out, slightly squinting your eyes down at her, and Shalom pursed her lips ever so slightly at it.

It was shocking how she always knew the right thing to say to get on the good sides of powerful people and coax out information from them. But when it came to you, she never knew what the right things to say were.

"Would leaving make you feel comfortable?" Shalom asked after several long seconds of reading you more and trying to conclude what to do. After all, you being comfortable was something very important to her.

"Yes." You said it almost immediately, nodding your head as well, and it's all she needed to wrap her arms around yours and lead you out of the venue.

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Getting home filled you with relief. Being at the cocktail party was stuffy, and it only became so more after your brief conversation with that woman, which prompted Shalom to pull you away. Now, all you wanted to do was get out of these formal clothes and cuddle Shalom in bed.

"Exhausted?" Shalom asked in a light, teasing tone as she watched you all but collapse into your guys bed after throwing your shoes off and loosening up your attire.

"Yes. You know how big social stuff drains me." You answered, voice slightly muffled from part of your face being pressed into your pillow.

You heard her breathless laugh from behind you and the soft pattering of her feet against the floor. Then you felt the bed shift ever so slightly as she leaned down to kiss the side of your face. "I do. Which is why I appreciate you staying for as long as you did."

You hummed at her words, hearing the genuine appreciation in her voice. You felt her move some of your hair out of your face, allowing her to look at you as she said, "Now, will you help me take this dress off?"

"Of course." You smiled up at her, forcing yourself to get up from the comfort of your bed. It hurt to do so, but helping this wonderful woman out was more important.

Shalom had her back turned to you, and you walked up, hands raising to pull down the zipper of gorgeous dress. Your touch was gentle as you pulled it down until the dress pooled at her feet in a sea of black, leaving the woman in only her lace bra and underwear. Your eyes roamed across her back, watching as she slightly arched it when your fingers grazed her skin as you unclasped her bra for her.

"You're beautiful." You muttered, moving your hands to her shoulders before dragging them down her arms and wrapping around her waist, hugging her from behind.

"I'm glad you think so." Shalom hummed, leaning back into you, very quickly relaxing. There was just something about your touch that made all her worries go away.

You began to nuzzle your face into her neck, kissing it softly while your arms tightened around her waist. You heard Shalom laugh softly as you began to pepper her neck in kisses, a genuine smile on her face.

"What do you think you're doing?" Shalom purred, tilting her head invitingly for you to continue kissing her neck.

"Nothing." You simply respond, making the woman roll her eyes playfully. If you were really doing nothing, you wouldn't be getting rougher with your kisses to her neck.

"I don't think this is just nothing." Shalom pointed out while letting out a sigh of pleasure as she felt you begin to nibble softly on her skin.

"You're just so beautiful, I can't help myself." You admitted, tightening your arms around her and hugging her closer.

Shalom smiled, her heart fluttering in her chest. You always knew how to get her once cold heart, beating again. "Then maybe... you should indulge yourself."

Hearing her words, you perked up, like a dog hearing the word treat. You pulled your face from her neck, looking down at her with eager eyes. "Can I?"

"You may, my sweet pup." Shalom reassured, turning her head back and looking up at you, making it clear that she wants you to indulge.

It didn't take you long to turn her around and pick her up into your arms, holding her tight as she wrapped her arms and legs around you. You pressed your lips against hers, kissing her deeply but gently as you walked to the bed. Then you paused to lay her gently down onto her back, making sure to be careful despite being so needy now. After all, the last thing you ever wanted to do was hurt her.

Once she was laid down, you moved yourself to hover above her, your lips moving down her collarbone and to her breasts, while one of your hands gripped her waist, fiddling with the waistband of her underwear.

You let out a content sound as you moved kissed all over her breasts before moving to your wrap your lips around one of her perk nipples. Shalom let out a breathless moan as soon as you did, relaxing against the bed and moving a hand up to cradle your head against her breasts. One of her favorite things was getting attention on them.

"Ah, yes, just like that. Good puppy." Shalom praised, sighing wistfully as you sucked on her nipple while fondling her other breast in your hand.

You loved to worship her breasts. They were always just so sensitive, just like the rest of her body, but teasing her nipples always elicited such delectable sounds from her. You felt one of her hands petting the top of your head, her fingers threading through your hair.

"Can I finger you?" You asked, briefly taking your mouth off her breasts before switching to sucking on her other nipple.

"Of course, puppy. I'd actually very much like to feel them in me." Shalom murmured while closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the pillows.

Your eyes lit up at her permission, and the hand you had on her hip quickly moved to tug her underwear down her legs. You shifted your body onto your side to lay right beside her, your mouth still kissing her breasts while your hand spread her legs apart. Shalom willingly spread them wide for you, desperate herself to feel you inside her.

You first run your hand along her folds, feeling how wet she already was- sucking on her breasts always made her soaked. Still, you were careful when spreading her folds apart and teasing your middle finger into her. The sounds she made, so breathless, had you eager to pull more from her.

"Puppy, I'm wet enough. You can put your fingers inside." Shalom reassured, petting your head and gazing at your face, hers being flushed with arousal.

"I know I'm just- I just wanna be careful." You murmured, removing your mouth from her breast and moving to press a kiss to her cheek.

You always treated Shalom with such delicacy. She was a powerful woman, but not physically. Her body was frail, and you always worried about accidently hurting her. She was a fragile piece of glass in many ways.

"I know, but I'll be fine." Shalom stated while pressing a kiss against your lips and moving one of her hands down to grab your wrist, encouraging you to go further.

You nod your head, kissing again, before deciding to push two fingers into her, which slip in easily. It immediately elicits a long, drawn-out moan from Shalom, something that has your heart beating deliciously in your chest. God, you needed to hear more of her.

There was no hesitation on your as you began to finger her with deep strokes. It left the woman breathless, such pretty sounds falling past her parted lips. You could feel her hand tighten on your wrist and then feel her pulling your hand back and forward, encouraging you to go faster and harder.

"Feels so good." Shalom said in a breathless whisper as she let go of your wrist and cupped your face, turning your head so she could pull you down into a deep kiss.

You kissed her back without hesitation, swallowing every sound that she made against your lips. It encouraged you to speed up the thrusts of your fingers, your middle and index sliding in and out, getting coated in her slick. It all felt so good, so excruciatingly good that Shalom could feel herself getting close.

She pulled away from your lips, gasping in pleasure as the coil inside her tightened more and more. She buried her face into your neck, muffling her sounds only slightly. You kissed the side of her head, encouraging her to let go, and it didn't take much more for Shalom to tense up before cumming all over your hand.

Once she finished, you cradled her head against you while slowly sliding your fingers out before wiping her cum onto your pants, deciding you'll change once she's fallen asleep.

"Was it good?" You asked softly, looking down at Shalom, taking in her flushed face and parted lips as she caught her breath.

Shalom let out a small, breathless laugh before nodding her head and gazing up at you. "It was very good. Thank you."

"Anything for you." You smiled before leaning down and kissing her lips softly.

Once Shalom had recovered, you helped clean her up and tucked her into bed, taking the chance to change your clothes before sliding back in beside her. Once you were settled in, she was quick to cuddle into you, nuzzling her face into your chest. You held her close, listening as her breathing evened out as she fell asleep, and you didn't take long to follow suit.

ENDING NOTES: I'm surprised this is my first Shalom fic, but I enjoyed writing it! Hope it was delectable for you all.

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟsins writings #path to nowhere #path to nowhere smut #shalom #ptn!shalom #shalom x reader #shalom x you

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strwbmei · 5 months ago

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Matchup Event

Matchup for: Anonymous

Matchups: Tingyun, Yae Miko, Serval

Contains: petplay, marking, biting, strap use, mentions of alcohol, blindfolding, ropeplay

A/N: I remember this person saying they were pretty busy when I reached out to them, so I hope I didn't finish this too late haha 😭😭 This was very fun to write, though!

Ask:

I'm 20 and a masc but I still like fem-ish things like painting my nails and dying my hair. I'm a short gremlin of a person that enjoys wearing punk jewelry and other punk accessories, I also like crafting, currently into woodcarving and making cosplay props. I just making stuff with my hands. I also like exercising and doing martial arts, These days, I've been into boxing style training bc I'm trying to build up and maintain arm muscle.

as for personality: I'm actually a pretty reserved person. Talking to strangers is not really my thing and I don't really go to social events like parties or whatever. However, I can be conversational through text and in person if it's with people I'm comfortable enough with. However, most of the time, I am shying away from social interaction. As for other things about my personality, I'm always prepared for stuff, as in I have bandaids, a swiss army knife, and roll of tape in my bag. Oh, and I blush easily. (like literally tomato red blush sometimes.)

Requesting for SFW and NSFW.

SFW: no specific scenarios in mind but I do like cuddling, people playing with my hair, and playful biting my partner or partners. My love language is physical touch and I'm a gift giver/maker. also my friends call me "house husband material" whatever that means, just bc I can clean and cook. in terms of dates, the arcade or watching a movie are my go-to but staying home to chill and cuddle is just as good. If we are going to dinner or something, I will be insistent that I'll pay for the meal.

NSFW: (GN - ok with wearing strap-on or having a dick) I'm a switch top, so I can either be dominant top or a service top , that's into biting, marking, blindfolding, ropeplay and petplay. I'm ok with receiving or giving/being the dom or sub with any of those kinks. I love tits and thighs so do with that information what you will. My main kinks as a dom is marking and overstimulating my partner and my main kink as a sub is petplay (puppy) and being used. note: I'm really not into being called daddy or master or whatever, I prefer a pet name like baby or babe or just my name/nickname.

For Fandoms, I'm mostly into Genshin & HSR. As for any characters I don't what to get matches up with: Sparkle, Cocolia, La Signora.

Tingyun

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ She'd love painting nails with you! Tingyun would gladly let you paint her nails (she'd show them off at the office with pride the next day); if you let her, she'll be happy to paint yours too! She was so excited to find out you also liked one of her favorite activities, she accidentally bought a whole new set of nail tech tools...

: ̗̀➛ Tingyun loves how much of a gentlewoman you are. Even if she's (probably) in a better place financially, you always make sure to spoil her and make her feel like she's the most special girl in the world. And she is, because she's with you!

: ̗̀➛ If you bite, she bites back. Of course, she only means to match your playfulness, but as a foxian, her teeth can hurt. Tingyun makes sure to be careful, of course, but there's only so much her self-control can do against her primal instincts to clamp down on her prey. You've had a few incidents because of this. She's very very apologetic and cuddly afterward, though—sort of like when you step on your pet and immediately rush to hug them.

: ̗̀➛ Tingyun feels so relaxed being in a relationship with you because of how reliable you are. To her, there's nothing better than coming home to her living space already cleaned up and the scent of a freshly cooked meal made by her lover. Gone are the days when Tingyun had to rely on takeout for most of her meals.

: ̗̀➛ She WILL absolutely gawk at your muscles whenever you work out or practice martial arts. Tingyun doesn't even try to hide it, either. She believes that she (and only she) has the right to your muscles as your girlfriend, and you can bet that she'll make use of that privilege as much as she can.

: ̗̀➛ Putting how hot you are aside, Tingyun is glad to see her partner being physically active and indulging in their hobbies. She's proud of you for actively pursuing a healthy lifestyle. Because of that, and also because she enjoys seeing you all flustered, Tingyun loves rewarding your efforts with a kiss or two.

"I'm home," You announce to an empty apartment. Force of habit, you reckon. You'd gotten used to Tingyun greeting you when she was on leave. Didn't she say she had one more day left, though?

You set down your things and hear faint classical music playing as you step into the living room. "Tingyun?" You call out. No response. Seems like the sound is coming from the dining room.

Cautiously, you open the door and peek inside. The space is dimly lit with candles, and you smell the vague scent of food and your favorite flowers. How did she even get this set up so quickly?

Tingyun, whom you're assuming is the perpetrator, sits alone at one end of the dining table, wearing a formal dress with a satisfied grin on her face. "Come and have a seat." She says, getting up to pull the seat out for you.

This all feels very new. You're usually the one to do these things for Tingyun, but being on the receiving end of it is... not bad at all.

There is a feast on the table, more than enough to feed the both of you. She was careful to choose food that was still just as tasty no matter how much time had passed while managing to cater to both your tastes.

"So... you come here often?" Tingyun winks before taking a sip of white wine. You chuckle at her corny and overused pickup line. "Tingyun, we're already dating."

╰┈➤ NSFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Tingyun has always had more... "crude" tastes than what you'd expect from a woman of her status and caliber. Not that you ever minded, of course. One of her biggest fantasies is you using your strength to manhandle her body into any position you like. The thought of being all helpless like that has Tingyun gushing.

: ̗̀➛ A muzzle is definitely required for you two, though. Aside from the fact that both of you are into petplay, you bite. A lot. Tingyun somehow manages to bite more. This could be attributed to her Foxian instincts, but she says she'd be very possessive over her partner either way.

: ̗̀➛ Even though Tingyun is often the bottom between you two in bed, she makes sure to switch it up once in a while because she thinks that it's unfair how it's always her who's on the receiving side of pleasure/always trying out new things. Seeing you get all flustered and embarrassed when you're usually dominant is definitely a treat.

: ̗̀➛ Tingyun can be both dominant and submissive, but she prefers the latter. She's more of a pillow princess because she loves to be spoiled and pampered, but she doesn't mind putting in the work to make you feel good.

: ̗̀➛ One thing about her is that she has trouble not marking you up excessively. Tingyun can't help it! She gets the insatiable urge to bite or claw at any exposed skin she sees, and she wants you to mark her as yours just as much. It's a hassle to try to find outfits that cover them up, but thankfully, Tingyun is an expert at using makeup to fulfill the same job.

"A-aren't you being a bit cruel?" Tingyun remarks, the grin of faux calmness on her lips faltering. Her arms and legs are bound by red ropes as you're holding a vibrator over her clit.

"Mm, but you like it, don't you?" You reply. She whimpers in response, not only to your words but also to you pressing the vibrator down.

Tingyun almost feels numb, having orgasmed four times already. You made her count. And it seems like a fifth is already on its way. "Gonna c-cum..." Tingyun whines.

Her body feels like it's going to shut down if it orgasms one more time, but her mind chases after that pleasure as if it's addicted.

You smirk, pleased with how she chases after the vibrator despite how she's mumbling about how she "can't take anymore."

"Go ahead, let it out."

As soon as you speak, Tingyun bucks her hips into the air and squirts her fluids all over the sheets. "So good for me..." You sigh, rewarding the sly fox with a kiss.

Her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm as she catches her breath before speaking. "Five..." You hold the vibrator against her clit again, earning a surprised mewl. "Good, you remembered."

"Think you can go for seven?"

Yae Miko

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say teasing you is her favorite thing to do. You just look so cool and composed in the eyes of others, but only Miko can see how a few careful words and well-placed touches can turn you into a stuttering mess. She can't get enough of you.

: ̗̀➛ Miko thinks your sense of fashion is really interesting. Even when she's traveled through most of Teyvat, she's never quite seen anyone else who dresses the same way. Miko likes it—it all feels very "you," and very unique at the same time.

: ̗̀➛ She's also a biter, but she has a lot more control over herself. Miko teases that she might not be able to pull her teeth out once they sink in, but you know she'd never hurt you on purpose. Miko only bites hard enough to leave a small mark.

: ̗̀➛ She loves it whenever you compliment her! Not that Miko doesn't get complimented by others often, but it always feels so fake, like they're just trying to get on her good side. You're different, though—she acts like she's not affected, but a simple thing like you saying she smells good is enough for her to smile from ear to ear.

: ̗̀➛ Miko is actually very accommodating of your boundaries. If you're uncomfortable with something, just don't do it. You don't have to go to those parties or social gatherings if you don't want to. Just relax and let her handle the rest. Besides, wouldn't you much rather spend that time with your lovely partner?

Hearing the alarm ring from your phone, you try your best to open your heavy eyelids.

You really don't want to get up today, and the pink kitsune form your girlfriend has taken as she lays asleep on your chest is only partly why.

Thankfully, Miko is a bit of a heavy sleeper (perhaps even more so in this state,) so the alarm didn't stir her awake. As soon as you try to get up, though, she transforms back into a human and pulls you back onto the bed.

So... Miko doesn't get affected by any sort of alarm whenever she's sleeping, but if you try to move away, she'll immediately wake up to cling onto you? Note taken. One of her many peculiarities, you suppose. You don't mind since it's cute.

"5 more hours..." Miko groans, half awake. "Sorry Miko, but I really don't have a choice." You sigh. If only you could stay like this forever, in her loving embrace.

Miko opens her eyes upon hearing your words. "Says who?" Before you could ask her what she meant, she spoke up again. "A few phone calls and I could wipe you off the grid for at least a few months," Miko grins, her canines shining with a proud glint.

She speaks as if she's joking, but you know that she's actually capable of what she promises. Miko has her connections, after all.

"That's... way too extreme." You chuckle. "I guess a day or two wouldn't hurt. Just this once." You mumble the last part. You should take more advantage of her authority, or so she says, but for now, Miko would be glad to have you all to herself even if just for a few days.

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: ̗̀➛ Miko can be either submissive or dominant depending on her mood, but she's often dominant with you. Something about getting you who's oh, so calm and put together pinned under her has her sense of pride soaring.

: ̗̀➛ She'll be very happy to put you in your place if you ever act up. Not to say that Miko wants to cause you actual discomfort, but there are just some days when she wants to see you beg for her mercy. You displeasing her is only an excuse for her to indulge in these desires.

: ̗̀➛ On the other hand, Miko annoys you (affectionately) on a daily basis. She's definitely the type to rile you up on purpose, especially in public. She'd whisper all of the filthy things she wants you to do to her as you're talking to someone else, just waiting for you to snap.

: ̗̀➛ A specific turn-on that Miko has (and won't ever admit to you) is when you leave marks along her thighs before eating her out. Your eyes are just so attractive when you gaze at her like that. You might be looking up at Miko, but she can feel who's really in charge.

: ̗̀➛ No matter who's dominant or submissive, she'll mock you either way. It's the little things like keeping her facial expressions mostly the same and turning away when you lean in to kiss her. Don't take it personally. It's as much of a challenge for Miko as it is for you; it's just her way of trying to get you to go rougher than usual.

Serval

"That's a good pet. Such a good pup you are, aren't you?" Miko says in between deep breaths, pleased with how eagerly you're eating her out.

She doesn't even have to say anything and you already know what'll make her feel good. That's what Miko likes about you.

You want to please her, more and more. Even if you aren't feeling any pleasure yourself, you're desperate to make Miko cum as many times as possible.

As if to prove a point, she pulls you away by a leash connected to your collar. It's hot pink leather, with her name engraved in gold lettering. It's a perfect fit for you, she thinks to herself as you whine in response to her action.

There is nothing on your mind except being able to taste her as much as possible. "Miko... why?" She hums as she fiddles with the leash in her hand, her legs crossed as you're kneeling in front of her dripping sex. So close, yet so far.

"Would you do anything for me?" Miko asks nonchalantly, not even bothering to look at you or answer your question. Still, you nod fervently. Her canines flash in a proud grin before she lays on her back so you're on top of her.

"Then fuck me, hard."

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Serval is really good at dying hair. How do you think she gets that one blue strand perfect all the time? She'll be happy to dye yours or at the very least suggest products/colors! Serval thinks the whole experience is really comforting and helps with expressing yourself, so she wants to share it with you if you'd let her.

: ̗̀➛ Also, she had a friend crush on you for the longest time before you met. Everything about you like the way you dressed and carried yourself was so cool, Serval couldn't resist wanting to get to know you better! These feelings were platonic at first, but she slowly fell in love with you as time passed.

: ̗̀➛ Serval tries not to let the loneliness get to her, but it's just too much to bear sometimes. Her siblings are always away, and even her bandmates are busy in the Silvermane Guards—which is why she thinks it's perfect that physical touch is one of the ways you express affection. Belobog can get cold even with all the heaters, so who can blame Serval for finding the warmth of your skin comforting against hers?

: ̗̀➛ The fact that you make cosplay props is so cool to Serval! She'd be so happy if you'd let her help. Serval is very creative with her ideas and always ends up going over the top when she's particularly motivated. I mean, who else would think of using mini electromagnetic fields just to make a halo float? Much less actually try to execute it...

: ̗̀➛ Your relationship with Serval is one built on a strong foundation of mutual trust, compromise, and common interests. A few disagreements here and there are unavoidable, but you can rest assured that Serval would never trade what she has with you for anything.

Today is a day that Serval is especially looking forward to. She's always happy to spend any time with you, but this time, you keep the location of your date a secret. You know better than anyone else how much Serval likes surprises and discovering new things, after all.

Which is why you brought her to your favorite arcade.

The entrance is conspicuous; merely a metal door at the end of a narrow alleyway. Even Serval couldn't help but raise an eyebrow;she knows better than to judge a book by its cover, though.

You could see her eyes sparkle with curiosity and awe as soon as you opened the door. The neon lights, soft music, sleek designs, and unusual-looking machines were an alien sight to her up until now. You knew this would be the perfect date the second Serval mentioned she'd never been to an arcade, and you were right. It helps that this arcade in particular is full of introverts who mind their own business, so you don't have to worry about social interaction.

Immediately, she rushes towards one of the claw machines, attracted by the pile of cute narwhal plushies. You smile at her enthusiasm. Taking a few coins from your wallet, you hand them to her. "All you have to do is insert a coin here and then move the crane above where you want it to grab." You explain. Serval listens to your words intently, but it's obvious that she's eager to give it a try herself.

She inserts the coin, moves the crane, brings it down, and... no luck. "What?? That was right on the dot, though!" Serval pouts. It was perfectly aligned with the plushie, but she lacked the experience to know how weak the cranes were. You pat her on the back as consolation. "The blue narwhal, right?" You insert the coin, jumping at the opportunity to show off to your girlfriend. Serval nods.

She watches how you move the crane, face almost pressed directly against the cold glass. Serval can't help but tilt her head, seeing how off it was from the plushie. The crane clamps down perfectly around the narwhal's horn, and you present the plushie to her with a smug grin. "Here." Serval's eyes light up as she holds the plush for the first time. "It's so fluffy!" She exclaims before pulling you into a quick hug as thanks. "You're the best!"

Before your heart can recover from the sudden physical affection, Serval rushes towards another arcade game. You quickly follow after her. At this rate, you won't be surprised if Serval ends up developing a gaming addiction and starts building her own machines...

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: ̗̀➛ Serval is a switch through and through. She wants to pin you down and make you feel good just as much as she wants to submit to your every whim.

: ̗̀➛ Serval doesn't have any extreme kinks, but she tries a lot of new things on herself on the regular. Mostly toys and the like, some of which she's even created herself. Serval likes being able to choose what materials it'll be made out of and the overall customizability. She'll even make you one if you ask!

: ̗̀➛ That said, Serval's finger game is godly. The years she spent playing the guitar and doing precise work as a mechanic wasn't for nothing. You won't find anyone else in Belobog with more nimble fingers.

: ̗̀➛ Serval loves putting on a show for you. Things like leaning over the table to show off her cleavage is light work; when she's feeling bold, she'll even masturbate and moan your name while you're at home. Bonus points if you peek through the door as she does, she'll definitely wink at you before continuing as if no one is watching her.

: ̗̀➛ Serval is very into blindfolding, mostly being on the receiving side. She loves the thrill of not knowing what you'll do to her next. It's a shame you won't be able to see those pretty eyes of hers, but it's worth it to see her writhing under your touch.

"Tongue, fingers, pussy, or strap?" You ask the woman in front of you. Her eyes are covered with a black blindfold and her wrists are bound with the fabric of your shirt.

"Surprise me." Serval replies, already rubbing her thighs together in anticipation. She's not very good at being subtle. Cute. In truth, you weren't expecting her to choose.

The high of diving headfirst into the unknown is too much for someone as inquisitive as Serval to pass up. You appreciate that she trusts you as much as to leave herself fully vulnerable like this.

Serval's ears perk up as she hears you open a bottle, presumably lube, and spread it all over something. The loss of sight has amplified the rest of her senses.

You wonder if that also applies to how much pleasure she feels. It'd make for an interesting research topic, knowing Serval.

Your hands roam all over her, from her collarbones to her breasts, to the small of her back, and lastly to her thighs. The slight coldness of the lube makes her arch her back and wriggle against her constraints every time you touch her.

Finally, you ease the tip of your strap-on into her folds. Serval bites her lips to prevent a moan from escaping, recognizing the shape. You're wearing her favorite glass dildo, and you can see how her walls stretch to accommodate you.

Serval is glad that her job doesn't need her to move around because she definitely won't be able to walk properly for the next few days.

#strwb event #honkai star rail #genshin impact #smut #x reader #yae miko #tingyun #serval

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spirit-lanterns · 1 year ago

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FAST AND FURIOUS

synopsis: you catch the eye of the infamous street racer.

featuring: kafka, serval, seele, stelle, bronya

rating: 18+ n.s.fw (men and minors dni)

warnings: street racer! AU, dom! afab female reader (bronya), sub! afab female reader (kafka, serval, seele, stelle), car se.x, fingering, se.x while driving, cunnilingus, face riding, strap on, illegal street racing (obviously).

art credits: initial D

KAFKA

Street racer Kafka! Who catches you staring at her when she pulls up to the starting line in her sleek, jet black car. It’s smooth and elegant, just like her, as she beckons you to come over to her window, gloved finger enticing you to come closer…

Street racer Kafka! Who takes your hand into hers and plants a sweet kiss to your wrist. Her bold, red lipstick marks you as hers as she flashes you a flirty wink through the window. “For good luck, sweet girl. When I win, I want to take you home with me…”

Street racer Kafka! Who smirks when you shamelessly grow flustered and agree, letting you walk back to the crowd as she gets ready to win the race of a lifetime for you. She had plans of where to take you tonight after all. You were the one she was after, not the prize money…

Street racer Kafka! Who, as you may have guessed, wins the race by a landslide as she pulls back up to the starting line and gets out of the car, smirking and sweeping back her sweaty hair as she wanted nothing more than to get her prize. You.

Street racer Kafka! Who chuckles as you fawn over her and pulls you in by the waist to kiss you, placing her sunglasses over your head and officially sealing you as her prize for tonight. And maybe forever, who knows…

Street racer Kafka! Who drives you back to her hotel with you in her car. Her hand on your thigh as you can’t help but follow it as it goes up up up… practically stroking up to your clothed pussy and playing with the buckle of your shorts. “I don’t think I can wait anymore, sweet girl…” Kafka purrs lowly, one hand on the wheel while the other begins to tug your shorts downward. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep my eyes on the road…”

Street racer Kafka! Who slips her fingers into your panties and starts massaging your clit with her eyes glued to the road, her experienced driving making you wetter than you already were as she was just so good at multitasking.

Street racer Kafka! Who starts plunging her fingers deep into your walls and driving her fingers faster as she accelerates. The car streaking down the road as the adrenaline of speeding and getting fucked by Kafka at the same time had you squirming and squeezing at her fingers. “Let’s see if I can get you to finish in time…” She laughs softly, deciding it was time for the main event.

Street racer Kafka! Who has you squirting all over her hand and passenger seat as she pulls up to the hotel parking lot with a smirk, slowly pulling out her fingers from beneath you and humming in satisfaction at the mess. “Looks like I won again…”

SERVAL

Street racer Serval! Who is an experienced mechanic and personally built her car to make it the fastest anyone has ever seen. Not only is it fast, it’s flashy, and Serval grins with confidence as she leans against the hood of her car with her arms folded, waiting for the race to start.

Street racer Serval! Who notices you admiring her car (and her) and smirks to summon you over for a closer look. “Don’t be shy, you can take a closer look…” she grins, taking your hand as she shows you all the special little features of her car. “Pretty isn’t she? She’s a beauty, just like you…”

Street racer Serval! Who sighs when the crowd gathers to finally start the race, a smile stretching upon her lips before casting a small wink over to you. “Wish me luck, princess. I’m winning this for you!” She flashes you a blinding smile and gets into her car, revving up the engine as she prepares for sweet, sweet victory.

Street racer Serval! Who wins her race with ease and gets out of the car with satisfaction, fist pumping the air before taking her custom helmet off and smirking. “Phew…that was a close one…!” she laughs out humbley, dropping her helmet to the floor as she waves you over to come join her on the stand.

Street racer Serval! Who’s all sweaty and messy from the ride, yet still looks hot as ever as she pulls you in for a hug and lifts you off the ground, so happy to have won for you. “Taking you out to eat, what do you say?” She smiles flirtatiously, looking at you with hope in her eyes. Of course you agreed…

Street racer Serval! Who took you out to eat but not in the way you were expecting. Her face buried deep in your folds as she licked and speared her tongue into your hole to taste all you had to offer. “Tastes like victory alright…” she couldn’t help but joke, lifting up your thighs to keep you spread as she ate you out quicker than she could even drive her car.

Street racer Serval! Who was currently eating you out on her winning car in an abandoned parking lot after the race. Your legs spread over the top of her painted hood, as she wanted nothing more than to see your cum drip down your legs and onto the glossy paint that she herself had applied. “Don’t worry, I could always give her a good ole scrub. For now though, you could make a mess of her however you please…”

Street racer Serval! Who groans when she sees how much you leak onto her car, glistening cum sliding down her hood as she smirks and licks it all up…

SEELE

Street racer Seele! Who is rough around the edges and comes in with a slightly scarred yet durable car. She was a champion racer long before this race, and this car was the one that helped her win on many numerous occasions…

Street racer Seele! Who can’t help but let her eyes wander through the crowd and spot you smiling in the distance. Her cheeks go red at the sight before she blushes and looks away, grumbling to herself and scratching the back of her neck nervously.

Street racer Seele! Who was usually very confident and snarky before her races. Seele was known to be a very reckless and “go with the flow” kind of driver so she had survived many dangerous stunts and tricks. However, it was her first time racing in front of such a pretty girl like yourself, and she couldn’t help but want to show off to you.

Street racer Seele! Who blushes as you hand her a water bottle and say “good luck!” to her in that sweet little voice of yours. It had Seele smiling awkwardly as she flashes you a confident smirk. “Thanks. That money is as good as mine…”

Street racer Seele! Who speeds through the road and decides to go the extra mile to show off to you on the cameras. Taking a quick yet very dangerous detour with ease and sliding right through to first place.

Street racer Seele! Who’s slick back hair is all wild and messy the moment she gets out of her car, heart thumping from the adrenaline as she just pulled off some of the most dangerous stunts known to man for you. The moment she sees you cheering and running over, she laughs and shyly takes your hand, squeezing it before kissing the top of it charmingly. “You’re a cute cheerleader…”

Street racer Seele! Who blushes madly when you grab her hand and whisper seductively in her ear. Telling her how she “deserves a wild ride tonight and should go a round or two” with you. The racer too flustered to even fathom the thought of saying no to you.

Street racer Seele! Who is gasping for air underneath your cunt as you ride her face to your heart’s content. Hands gripping on her dark purple as you moan and writhe at her tongue thrusting in and out of you. She’s so fast, so lithe. The leather of her gloves gripped your hips firmly as she drove your body back and forth on her tongue, savoring the tang and precum of your body…

Street racer Seele! Who looks up at you dreamily in the dusk of her backseat car. Breath coursing through her throat as she groans and pushes her nose deeper against your clit, too sex-drunk in her prize to notice how you’re tensing up on her touch. Too dumb to realize until it was too late, as you creamed all over her face and let it spill down on the leather seats of her car…

STELLE

Street racer Stelle! Who arrives at the race in a battered up and beaten down car. Does she care? Of course not. This trashed up car is her baby and she loves it! No matter how many people laugh at her…

Street racer Stelle! Who just looks so cute and happy to be there as she looks around with big ole puppy dog-like eyes. She spots you smiling at her in the distance and gives you a playful wave. Honestly, you felt bad that everyone was laughing at her vehicle, she was just too cute! And she didn’t deserve to be teased like this…

Street racer Stelle! Who seems to ignore all the teasing and flashes you the most confident of smiles! She jogs up to you with contagious excitement and shakes your hand as you approach. “I saw you looking at my car. Do you like it? I scrapped it myself…!” Ahhhhh that was adorable and you couldn’t help but agree. How could you not love this woman? She was adorable!

Street racer Stelle! Who tosses you a good luck charm before running back to go start her car. It was a small, battered up raccoon keychain with the fur all matted and gray from use. You didn’t mind, in fact your heart swooned at the sight as the little chubby raccoon plush reminded you of the goofy woman.

Street racer Stelle! Who…surprisingly wins the race!? When she gets out of her car she has a look of pure shock and adrenaline before grinning and fist bumping the air. “Noice!” She chants, looking over at you in the crowd with a smile. “My good luck charm worked…!”

Street racer Stelle! Who is way too happy about winning the race with her dingy old car. So much so that she rushes up to you and gives you a big hug, lifting you off the ground with hidden strength and smiling ever so sunnily. She has to show her gratitude! She has to!

Street racer Stelle! Who shows her gratitude to you by pounding into you with a strap on she had in her car. Happy grunts emitting from the overgrown puppy woman, as she sinks her cock deeper into your walls and loving how you twitched and gripped onto her shoulders for dear life. “Is that good? I hope it’s good…nngh…mmpf…”

Street racer Stelle! Who doesn’t stop when you climax for a second time, or a third, or a fourth. Her relentless stamina allows her to keep plowing you with your legs in the air as she spears you open with all that she has. “Thank you…thank you thank you thank you…” she’s so grateful and happy to please, gasping and kissing your neck feverishly. “You deserve more…I’ll give you more…”

Street racer Stelle! Who leaves your legs sore and neck covered in bites the following morning. The poor puppy woman looking at you with an apologetic gaze, before murmuring a small “Sorry…” when she sees you unable to walk…

BRONYA

Street racer Bronya! Who is the heiress of a wealthy family but sneaks out at night to drive in street races. She always pulls up in a sleek, brand new and expensive car that she borrowed from her mom, but that’s okay because her family has like eleven others hidden away in their garage…

Street racer Bronya! Who people thought was too delicate and princess-like to race in such dangerous events, yet here she was. Dressed in leather attire and a stone cold look on her face as she prepared herself for the race. She’s not overconfident or cocky, but you could tell she was a professional given how calm she was at the starting line.

Street racer Bronya! Who glances at you through the crowd and keeps silent as she watches. You’re a pretty face, and it’s cute how curious you look as you admire her expensive uniform and car. ‘I suppose I could treat her for the night…’ Bronya thinks, ‘Perhaps I’ll even get her to experience the ride with me…’

Street racer Bronya! Who somehow gets you to sit in the passenger seat of her car before the big race. Her calm nature puts you at ease despite how dangerous street racing can be. “No need to worry, I’ll keep you safe.” She says softly, a gentle smile splayed on her lips. As she kicks the engine to start…

Street racer Bronya! Who’s car is so fast and sleek, it sends your heart rate racing. Despite the speed bursts however, Bronya makes sure to keep one hand over your chest to protect you everytime she makes a sharp turn. Gray eyes sharp and focused, as she keeps a hand on the steering wheel while protecting you at the same time.

Street racer Bronya! Who streaks through the finish line with you cheering on beside her. A soft chuckle emitting from her throat before glancing over at you. “How was that? Pretty nice, hm?” She blushes when you suddenly lean in to kiss her cheek, eyes wide before laughing bashfully at the reward. “Ah…thank you…”

Street racer Bronya! Who somehow found herself gasping in her seat with your fingers playfully teasing her. Unable to hear what you were saying as the most she could make out was “so good…” and “you deserve this, doll…”

Street racer Bronya! Who is just so surprisingly cute and whiny under that cold exterior. Gripping onto your wrist and trying to push your fingers even deeper while she moves her other hand to unzip the leather racing uniform. As the zipper is seperated, Bronya’s cute breasts spill out from beneath the confines and urge you to move over and fondle them. You cooed at how cute she was reacting to your touch, as she was acting like such a spoiled princess that you always knew she was…

Street racer Bronya! Who realizes she has to get back home before her mother wakes up, but decides ‘fuck it’ and continues riding your fingers with lust. Tongue lolled out in utter ecstasy as she drives your fingers faster than she could drive her car…

#kafka smut #kafka x reader #serval smut #serval x reader #seele smut #seele x reader #stelle smut #stelle x reader #bronya smut #bronya x reader #hsr smut #hsr x reader #star rail smut #star rail x reader #hsr imagines #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader

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kkaelico · 1 year ago

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Head empty

Fucking serval dumb in her workshop but gepard walks in and Instead of stopping we start thrusting our cock into her harder as she tries to make Gepard go away so she can enjoy getting plowed

work in the workshop — serval landau

— ❝ you love seeing your pretty girlfriend getting worked up. ❞

warnings -> smut / amab reader / dom!reader / sub!serval / public sex / slight exhibitionism (?) / penetration / clit play / rough (?) sex / teasing / i hate valorant / idk sex?? / hmu if i missed any warnings

imagine you're just visiting serval, aka your lovely girlfriend for a shits and giggles time, now you're here fucking her behind the counter, and you just do it so well.

you're thrusting your cock in her deeply, teasing her at how loud she's moaning and that someone might walk in and they'll see her being a moaning and crying mess.

she's bent over so prettily against the counter n her hips n legs are twitching. she's not even able to support herself because her arms gave up a long time ago. she's so close to releasing, that is until—

ding. the door to her workshop opens, and serval's younger brother enters, gepard.

she immediately fixes herself. combing her hair, straightening her back, and pulling her shirt down. though, your cock was still inside her sloppy cunt. so it wouldn't hurt to joke around a little bit, right?

so while she's conversing with gepard , your hand reaches down to her puffy n swollen clit, using to fingers to circle around it.

serval's legs tremble, please go easy on her, she's trying so hard to bite back all the breathy moans that were attempting to escape in between her words.

you'd thrust your cock in her deeply n slowly while she's begging you to stop because gepard's present, but her words fall in deaf ears.

"gepard, c-can you get some medicine, please?" serval's voice is all breathy and shaky as she's grinding her wet cunt on your cock.

"are you okay?" the blonde man looks at the both of you worriedly, walking closer towards the counter. if he got any closer he'd see your cock and hands toying around her pussy, and that would be an unpleasant sight.

"gepard! please! just get me medicine." serval suddenly exclaims, causing gepard to flinch. but he just nods.

as soon as gepars leaves, you flip serval over, pushing her against the table and pounding your cock in her sloppy cunt, balls deep. she's crying and moaning under your grasp, hitting all of the correct spots that each made her close to an orgasm.

"c-cum for me, yeah?" you panted, sweat falling off your forehead as you burry your head in the crook of her neck.

serval's nodding and arching her back, painted nails digging your skin, and moans stopping abruptly, overpowering one another.

when serval cums she moans so fucking loud. she's grabbing onto you, tightening around your cock, and it leaves you cumming as well. bonus points you'd see your cum and hers oozing out her cunt n trailing down her legs, pooling on the floor.

"captain, i thought you were visiting your sister?" a silvermane guard asks.

"i would've stayed longer if she wasn't fucking her boyfriend." gepard sighs.

#serval x amab reader #serval x reader #hsr x reader #hsr x y/n #hsr smut #serval smut #serval x reader smut #hsr gepard

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rin-fukuroi · 8 months ago

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Hey~ I don’t know if you would agree to write a work with this character, but I feel real despair that there are practically no decent works with this character. Gepard leads in sex. Please… Maybe incest with a yandere or deflowering? I'm so tired of reading Gepard passively and no one understands me.

Hi! (o˘◡˘o)

I think I can help you with that. How about everything at once? I hope this heals your wounds, because I'm also outraged by the fact that many writers describe Gepard as a shy and passive guy as possible, when he is completely different. No, of course he's charming and sweet, but damn, he's the CAPTAIN. He's a man with a core, stubborn and principled, a man who has managed to earn trust, which means he is firm in his beliefs and a sense of justice is not alien to him at all. Of course, he can be gentle with his beloved, but come on, who didn't imagine how his hand in this metal glove squeezes someone's (for example, ours) throat? I imagined it! I don't care about the rest. I'm very glad that I'm not the only one who loves dominant strong men, so I was happy to write this work for you. I hope you like it~

𝐀 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 [𝐆𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝]

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If you want to support me and read my other works that won't be on Tumblr, you can always do it on my Boosty~

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Pairings: dom!older brother!Gepard x sub!fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, incest, yandere, stalking, flogging, light choking, petting, loss of virginity, rape (?), rough public sex, creampie, references to pregnancy.

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. Poylow, BAUWZ, Nito-Onna - Hate You

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

art by @tksm_66

You love your family, really. Your sisters have always been so kind to you that you could even call them your friends, despite the age difference, but at some points they still made you remember that they are your relatives. Serval can be overly caring, but a Lynx, on the contrary, is freedom-loving, so sometimes you have to return to the role of an older sister, looking after her. And yet you love them. Even Gepard.

Why «even»? It's hard to say exactly where your strange relationship originates from, because you didn't immediately realize that there was something unnatural in them. Does older brother take care of you? Well, all relatives take care of each other, don't they? Does he like to spend all his free time with you? You're probably close enough, and that's great. Does your older brother kiss you, hug you, and take a bath with you? Oh, it's very sweet that he cared and loved his little sister so much as a child.

But your childhood ended a long time ago, and your relationship has not changed at all.

Gepard trying to be unobtrusive, but it turns out to be very lousy. You know that he secretly looks into your phone, studying each of your correspondence, but you don't say anything, because your brother just doesn't want you to get involved with bad people, right? Gepard doesn't want you to live separately, despite the fact that you have been on your feet for a long time and can afford it, but you keep silent and agree, because he just wants you to be there because he wants to protect you. Gepard forbids you to go on dates and get to know other men, but you don't mind, even though you don't understand what he cares about it. Gepard suggests that you take a shower together when the two of you return home, because he always meets you after your shift, despite his own unstable schedule, and you… agree, because this is your brother, there's nothing wrong with that, right?

You're confused. Seeing the relationships in your friends' families, you gradually begin to pay attention to the fact that even between a brother and sister there should be a distance that you and Gepard don't have. Are they crazy or are you?

— Geppie's just worried about you, honey! Don't pay attention, one day he'll definitely calm down, you just have to show him that you have really grown up and no longer need his care.

Serval's words are firmly embedded in your brain, because during this recent conversation, you still didn't understand that, in fact, even the older sister confirmed that what you told her was not quite right. You didn't talk about sharing a bathroom, you didn't talk about how Gepard kisses you on the corner of your lips when he leaves for work in the morning, you didn't talk about how he violates your personal space. Probably, deep down, you really knew that it shouldn't be like this, so you didn't tell the truth.

You love your older brother, you really do. That's why you decided to talk to him first. For some reason, it was so disturbing and exciting to start a conversation, but you are a family, and he'll understand you if you are only sincere, right? It should have been like this.

— You're still young and don't understand that living away from your family will only harm you. I take care of you, I give you everything you want, why do you want to run away so much?

«Because your concern is suffocating me. Because you only give me what you want. You limit me, control me, and forbid me to live my life. It's wrong, it shouldn't be like this…», — you'ld like to say it out loud. These words were already on the tip of your tongue, ready to burst into the air, but they remained buried deep in your throat when you humbly swallowed every objection and dissatisfaction.

— I'm sorry, brother…

His big palm on top of your head and the cold metal from the plate on Gepard's uniform pressing against your face made you feel so… uncomfortable for the first time.

That's why you don't want to go home right now, and you got off early on purpose so you wouldn't have to meet Gepard. You'ld like to share his warm feelings, but you can no longer deceive yourself. It burden you.

You wander among the exhibits of an empty museum, preparing to close, but you don't stop at anything, too immersed in your own thoughts. Even almost all the employees have already gone home. Quietly, calmly. You were not mistaken when you decided to choose this particular place to cool your head a little. But even here, for some reason, it seems to you as if your brother's gaze is following you at every step. You don't remember the last time you went out without him, because Gepard seems to be doing everything on purpose so that you don't even cross paths with your friends on the way home, spending your evenings in his company.

Why are you just now starting to realize how sick you are of his company? It must be terrible to even let the thought that you want your brother to disappear, but… wouldn't it be easier for you to breathe without him?

— Oh, isn't that my old friend's little sister? — a sweet melodious male voice breaks into the silence that presses on you, and at first you don't even understand if this person is addressing you, just briefly turning back, casting an incredulous glance at the stranger. The tall blue-haired man grins, clapping his hands before coming closer as soon as the bright green eyes notice that you have stopped. — Well, that's right! Y/N, yeah?

— Do we know each other?.. — you're frowning, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to look and sound confident, but your posture is as scared and constrained as your thoughts continue to swarm in your head.

— Oh, didn't my dear friend tell you about Sampo? — the theatrical man pretends to be sad, then breaks into a sly grin again. — I suppose it's never too late to introduce ourselves to each other. Although I already know your name, and you just heard Sampo's name… hmm, does that mean that we know each other now?

— P-probably… — you mumble softly, backing away slightly as the tall man bends over, carefully studying your face.

— This is the first time I've seen you not in the company of my friend.

— And I actually see you for the first time, — you smile crookedly, causing Sampo to respond with a soft laugh.

— Don't be shy, my dear friend! — oh, you're wondering why Gepard didn't tell you about this man. — So how can Sampo serve you?

— Huh?

— Oh, what should Sampo do?… The museum is closing soon, and I'm spending time with my new friend for the first time…

— Do you… work here? — you raise an eyebrow in disbelief, to which the man perks up, proudly resting his palm on his side.

— That's right, that's right! Sampo Koski is at your service! — it's unlikely that you'll find a common language with this person.

— May I ask how it happened? I'm sorry, but you don't really look like…

— Ah, it's a long story! — Sampo interrupts, grinning nervously and looking away. — You mean I don't look like a law-abiding citizen? How many times has Sampo heard this, and every time these words break my heart…

— N-no, I didn't mean to offend you, — you stretch out your hand to the man who dramatically clasped his forehead with his palm, but almost immediately pull it back.

— You're so sweet, unlike your brother. Although his indifference and callousness, of course, has its own special charm, — the man's facial expressions change like masks, and now he is smiling again, closing his eyes and leaning closer to your face. — So, I could leave the museum open for a while longer, and we could chat a little longer!

You wrap your arms around your own shoulders, warily meeting Sampo's gaze when he opens his eyes, and you are already opening your mouth to gently refuse the man, when suddenly, with a dull clap, someone's big palm lands on the shoulder of your new "friend".

Sampo straightens up instantly, turning around anxiously. The man's face instantly contorts into an awkward expression when the green eyes meet the cold, sharp gaze of the Captain, who furrowed his eyebrows in anger. You feel your heart jumping in your chest, and your fingers go numb as you convulsively squeeze the hem of your skirt, watching your brother's fist tremble, about to hit Sampo.

— Calm down, calm down, my friend, I was about to leave!

— Why are you with him? — for the first time, you hear the burning anger in your brother's voice when he addresses you, making you cringe in place as soon as the sharp gaze of his blue eyes pins you to the floor.

— I… We were just talking… — tears come to your eyes, and a sharp lump squeezes your throat, muffling your voice, but as soon as you see that Gepard is looking at the nervously grinning Sampo again, your body moves by itself, and you rush forward, convulsively grabbing your brother by the elbow. — I swear, he just came over to say that the museum will close soon! Nothing more!

— Ha ha ha… That's how it was, Sampo didn't want to inconvenience his new friend.…

— Friend? — the blue irises seem to be covered with an icy crust when Gepard squeezes Sampo's shoulder harder, ignoring your pathetic attempts to pull his hand away from the poor man, who now seems to get what he deserves.

— W-we're not friends, this is the first time I've seen him, Gepard, please! — tears slowly begin to roll down your cheeks, and your fingers press harder into the metal on your brother's glove, before he still seems to listen to your pleas, and lets go of Sampo, but still does not take his eyes off him.

— You'd better get as far away as possible, because as soon as I talk to my sister, you'll be next.

Sampo decides not to answer anything, so as not to inflame the atmosphere even more, and just nods briefly, walking behind your brother and turning to you one last time, folding his palms in front of his face and arching his eyebrows in a guilty apologetic expression before hurriedly leaving.

Silence. While you were here alone, this silence was alarming, but now it terrifies you to the point of chilling shivers running down your spine. You've never been afraid of your own brother like you are now. You didn't do anything wrong, you were even honest with him, but… for some reason, the feeling that you made an unforgivable mistake doesn't leave you, becoming more and more distinct as Gepard continues to remain silent, not even meeting your gaze, but just looking somewhere in the aside while you guiltily examine his angry face.

— Brother, I…

— I asked you, — Gepard interrupts, addressing you in a stern tone and finally turning his head, turning his icy gaze on you. — Do you need this? Is this the kind of life you want? So that this trash can just come up and talk to you? Although, I can see that you didn't even mind at all.

— No, it's not like that! I just came here to get some air, and he…

— To get some air? You didn't wait for me, — a big hand in a white glove painfully grabs your wrist, and tears come to your eyes with renewed vigor, blurring the image of your brother looming over you with complete disappointment in his gaze. — Why, Y/N?

— Because I'm tired! — you're choking out, stuttering and sniffing. — I'm not a child anymore, and you are… I can't take a step without you, you're watching me, acting like… — you stop, not daring to say what you were going to say, and Gepard bends even lower to your tear-stained face, staring intently into your reddened eyes.

— Like what? Finish it, Y/N.

— Like… — you inhale the air intermittently, then exhale it back just as jerkily before continuing, hastily trying to blink tears from your eyelashes so that you can see your brother's face as clearly as possible. — Like you're my boyfriend.

The man's lips tighten and the grip on your wrist loosens slightly as the blue eyes continue to stare at you without blinking. You really said that. You were afraid to even admit this thought, but these words slipped out of your mouth by themselves, finally voicing what had been bothering you all these years. Gepard has crossed some line that you didn't even know existed until you felt that his presence was making you suffocate. This has to stop. Now.

— I don't understand, is this a bad thing?

— Wh-what?..

— No one knows you better than I do, and they never will. I won't let that happen, — Gepard's eyebrows furrow, and his free hand settles on your waist, pulling you closer to his body. — Why do you want other men so much? What can they give you that I can't?

It's like a bad… bad, bad dream. The ringing in your ears drowns out Gepard's words, and your brother's arm falls limply from his elbow until he presses you against the wall with the painting. The grip on your wrist strengthens again when Gepard forcefully lifts and presses your hand against the cold concrete, pulling you out of your stupor and returning you back to the disgusting reality from which you are trying to fight off with your free palm, but it also suffers the same sad fate.

— Let me go! I don't understand what you're talking about.… We are a family! — you squirm weakly in Gepard's grip as he shackles your wrists above your head, freeing one hand to grab your throat with it. Not too much, but enough to obstruct your breathing.

— Exactly, Y/N, we are a family, — there seemed to be no trace of the sweet caring Gepard. A completely different person is looking at you now. Obsessed, violent, completely inaudible and not listening to what you're trying to tell him. — But you stopped appreciating what I do for you, you don't appreciate how much I value you.

— I appreciate it! But you're my brother, damn… Let me go, Gepard, please… — you start crying again, writhing in your brother's grip, still hoping that he just had a bad day, and if he sees your tears now, he will be the same again… And your pathetic hopes are justified when you feel like a gloved hand releases your neck, allowing you to take a full deep breath.

— I've been so stupid all this time when I thought you understood me. I thought you were old enough to make the right choice, but no, you are still the same child in the body of an adult who has never been punished for misconduct, so now you can afford to be naughty.

— Gepard?.. — you call out to your brother almost in a whisper, anxiously trying to look into his eyes, but his gaze is fixed somewhere down while he hurriedly pulls the belt out of his trousers.

— If you haven't managed to grow up, then, as an older brother, I'm obliged to raise you, — after these words, you don't even have time to open your lips to answer anything, at least something to Gepard, before you are forcibly turned around and pressed face to the wall, and your hands are painfully wrung behind your back tearing a plaintive cry out of his strangled throat.

— Gepard! Brother, I beg you… that's enough, let's go home! Forgive me!

He's not listening. You can't see his face, but you can feel the weight of his gaze on your own body as he lifts up your skirt and casually pulls your underwear down your legs.

— Forgive you? I'm not mad at you, Y/N, — even his voice is cold, sending uncontrollable shivers through my skin. Gepard is silent for a moment, but the back of your head is squeezed by some unpleasant premonition, before your ass is struck by an unbearably burning pain from the whiplash of the belt. The air is knocked out of your clenched lungs, and your nails reflexively dug into your own palms when the walls of the museum heard your heart-rending scream.

— G-Gepard! Please!.. — you scream when you feel some movement behind your back, realizing that your brother swung again, after which another portion of pain stung your flesh.

— I'm just disappointed...

The man mumbles indifferently, ignoring your attempts to escape and hoarse screams, interrupted by coughing when you start choking on your own tears and saliva. And then Gepard strikes again.

— And I have to correct my own mistake.

Blue eyes coldly watch as your flesh turns red, and the stripes from the belt swell on your skin, but Gepard strikes again, and then again, without losing sight of a single shudder of your poor body. You've always been a defenseless little sister to him, whom Gepard so desperately wanted to protect. For himself.

How can you get to someone else? He raised you, he gave you a love that no one in this world is capable of giving you, he was there for you, sharing joys and sorrows with you. You have to choose him. He doesn't accept any other outcome.

The last blow turned out to be more painful than all the previous ones, as if all the disappointment and anger that you awakened in Gepard were now imprinted on your body with pulsating bruises and burning pain, pulling more and more tears from your squeezed eyes.

— I didn't want to hurt you, Y/N … — Gepard says with a barely perceptible note of sadness in his voice, bowing his head and pressing his forehead to the top of your head. — But otherwise you'll slip away from me… I can't let that happen.

You just sniffle and sob softly, pressing your face against the wall, feeling the blood rise to the places where Gepard's fingers continue to press into the skin of your wrists with force. Has he always been like this? Your brother couldn't have changed in a few miserable minutes. You just didn't notice, did you? You didn't notice how obsessed he was with you.

— I should have punished you, but… let me make it up to you and show you that I can be more than just a brother to you.

You barely catch your brother's words because of the ringing that continues to crash into your ears, but for some reason his gentle, guilty tone involuntarily tightened your stomach and nausea rose in your throat, as if now you missed the words that you should have heard, but you don't want to listen so much. You hear the metal belt buckle hitting the floor of the museum, catch the muffled rustle of clothes, feel Gepard's warm palm making its way down your stomach and settling between your legs, and reflexively squeeze your hips, opening your eyes in fright.

— N-no, what are you…?

— Relax, Y/N. I know you, I know what you like… — the rough pads of your fingers press on the dry clitoris, sending an unpleasant wave of pleasure through your body. — If you think there's something I can't help you with, then that's not the case. If you need a lover, I'll be him for you, — Gepard's lips press against your hair, and his fingers gently massage the treacherously trembling lump, slowly sliding down between the folds until your brother feels the sparsely released moisture, exhaling contentedly and returning back to the clitoris. — See? Your body reacts to me, doesn't that prove that I'm not just a brother to you?

— Stop it, please… I can't… — you break into sobs, clenching your teeth and closing your eyes in resignation, feeling something hot and hard pushing insistently between your closed thighs. — Please, at least not here…

— Are you afraid that someone will hear us? I sent Eris home, we're alone. Unless your new friend decided to stay and watch.

— I… I'm a virgin, brother, please… — even a whisper sounds so hoarse, coming off your tongue after screams tearing at your throat, but you still find the strength to speak, without losing hope that this will stop Gepard.

— I know. The fact that I'm going to be your first man should finally make you look at me differently, shouldn't it?

— I… don't know… Ng-h! — you cry out in pain as Gepards's hips press against your bruised bottom and his cock penetrates between your thighs before sliding back out, now resting against your narrow entrance.

— It's okay, just trust me, — Gepard says soothingly, gently but persistently pressing on your closed thighs with his knee, effortlessly forcing them apart.

Resilient hot flesh slowly enters the vagina, stretching the virgin walls, and your body is hit by a new, unknown pain. It's too big. You feel your walls bursting at the seams around his cock, indifferently continuing to make its way deep into the vagina, accompanied by your stifled sobs and exhausted screams. The incessant movements of your brother's fingers massaging the clitoris slightly dampen the painful sensations of the first penetration, but this is still not enough.

Gepard's hot breath burns your scalp when it finally enters you completely, stopping for a few seconds, giving you time to get used to it. As if a few measly moments would be enough to get used to the idea of your own brother's cock inside you, whose hands never loosened their grip, holding your wrists firmly against your back.

— Just be patient for a while. I promise this pain will go away, don't you believe me?

You're not answering. Impotence is so disgusting that you feel like you're about to throw up, and maybe Gepard would even stop if it turned you inside out, but it doesn't happen. Your head is so heavy, and even behind your closed eyelids you can feel everything spinning uncontrollably. You are afraid to open your eyes, afraid to believe that what is happening now is real.

But no matter how hard you try to deny it, everything is happening for real. Gepard really carefully kisses the top of your head, really pulls out his cock from your insides, leaving only the head bleeding from the ejaculate in the vagina, then slowly filling you again, and his fingers really massage your clitoris, causing treacherous arousal, from which you are overcome with even greater nausea.

Why are you pleased? Because he's your brother? No, that's not right. You should hate him, should hate yourself for your body not obeying, enjoying the even still slightly painful languid thrusts.

But you… enjoy it.

Every time when Gepard comes out of you, tiny drops of blood seep out, mixed with the transparent juices of treacherous arousal, trickling down your thighs. You hear your brother's voice murmuring reassuringly into your hair, but you can't make out a word, catching only the nasty ringing that has settled in the depths of your ears.

You're so narrow inside, so warm and pleasant, just like Gepard imagined. He's a little embarrassed to admit even to himself that he did sometimes imagine your first sex when he took a shower with you. Your body has changed so much, you have become such a beauty, isn't it natural that he was aroused by your naked body?

And now it belongs to him.

Your brother feels so good that he inevitably becomes greedy, speeding up the pace, just assuming that now you won't be hurt anymore. This bliss that he is experiencing now is so alluring and seductive, he just can't help himself. Of course, Gepard would like this to happen in a more intimate setting, under more pleasant circumstances, but the anger that you made him feel while talking to Sampo has been reborn into this perverted desire that he cannot control.

Just once… Just once, won't you let your brother show weakness?

— No one… I won't let anyone talk to you, see you, touch you anymore… — thoughts break out of Gepard's tongue by themselves, and he doesn't even notice how his thrusts have become rougher, and his groin began to slash into your mutilated ass.

You're so hot, it's so hard to breathe, but what scares you even more is the strangely growing feeling in your lower abdomen. You don't know what it is, but for some reason you are sure that you should not give in to it, you should resist. However, it still wins up over and over again, spreading in scalding waves under the skin.

Your pulse vibrates so clearly under the pads of Gepard's fingers, and something comes out of your strangled throat that sounds more and more like the moans he dreamed of. It's too much, you're too good, too perfect. He can cum inside you, won't you mind? If suddenly you can get pregnant from him… How wonderful your children will be, can you imagine?

A few more careless thrusts, a few rough presses on your clitoris, and your brother feels you clench even tighter around his cock, and your back arches even under the pressure of his hand.

— That's it… Feel it, Y/N... Remember that only I can give you such pleasure… — a restrained moan, more like a growl, escapes from the man's throat, and the last ruthless thrust makes your chest painfully crash into the wall.

Your insides feel numb, but you still feel something viscous filling you when your brother's cock freezes and now pulsates so clearly in the spasming walls.

— You're mine… Do you hear it, Y/N? You belong only to me… — Gepard whispers to you as the last drops of sperm flow out of the urethra of his cock. — I'll never leave you. I'll never betray you. Just don't… don't try to replace me anymore.

You open your eyelids slightly, watching the tears fall from your trembling eyelashes and hit the floor under your feet.

If this isn't a nightmare that looks so disgustingly like reality, then what is?..

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