You jokingly reach out to grab their phone during a meal, what do they do?
Ashveil is the kind of guy who will use his arms to guard the food first. Afterwards you two just awkwardly look at each other, one grabbing the phone, the other sheltering his plate. He would pretend to cough and try giving you a piece of his food to ease the situation 😭😭
Phainon would think you want a piece of whatever he's eating and push his plate towards you with the most innocuous smile ever (he's a bit confused but he's got the spirit)
Mydei is also hella confused (very unaware of social media trends), would ask you what you need and hand it to you. Whether it is his phone, his food, or both. No questions asked
Aventurine just casually lets you take his phone, you don't notice how the corner of his lips twitch. You put it back once you see his wallpaper being an ugly ass picture of you sleeping with drool running down your cheeks.
Anaxa looks at you quizzically but says nothing. You put his phone back once you see the phone case 💀💀 He would go something like "Done with the inspection so quickly? Then, it's your turn." Now you hand over your phone 🔫
Imagine being in Yaoshi’s arms, it might as well be the safest place in the whole universe.
After all, nobody would dare to harm an aeon’s beloved, except maybe The Hunt.
THEY wouldn’t speak much, except for the occasional comments of sweet adoration towards the object of their affection, and even then, it would be difficult to decipher what exactly THEY are trying to convey.
Perhaps their approach would be more akin to how one would speak to a cute animal rather than to a lover, but THEY are incredibly gentle nonetheless.
With six arms, THEY could easily overwhelm one, and THEY are so achingly gentle with their actions too.
Their body is likely warm too, as life needs heat to prosper, so being in their arms would feel idyllic.
THEY would likely kiss their favoured, the only issue would be making it clear that one does not wish to become immortal, as their blessing is more akin to a curse.
Speaking of which, Yaoshi’s ‘blessing’ has caused a lot of suffering, but their presence in itself makes one feel the need to be comforted and held by THEM.
Where the chrysos heirs are assigned a seat next to a person who’s basically the exact opposite of them. + some general headcanons
Characters: Anaxa, Mydei, Phainon (GN! reader) ; Word count: 1.1k
𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐗𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐒
"𝐇𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚" .✦ ݁˖
Terrifyingly punctual.
When Anaxa encounters a problem during class, he’s not one of those kids who would wait until class ends, he HAS to ask right away no matter how complex or time-consuming it is. He doesn’t pay a single sliver of attention to those who throw annoyed glares at him for “wasting time”.
People think he’s trying to be the ‘performative mysterious guy’ just because he’s the only person in the class that still takes notes on paper, leaves the second the bell rings (after he’s got his answers, of course), and hands in his test irritatingly early.
Honestly doesn’t pay much mind to whoever sits next to him. He often sits alone at the front of the classroom anyway (ignoring the groans coming from shorter students sitting behind him).
So imagine the look of surprise when you casually plop down on the seat next to him on the first day of your shared organic chemistry course, then proceed to, almost habitually, take out your stuff and set your desk up. Anaxa’s out here staring you down like a hissing cat with its fur all spiked up, while you’re living in your own bubble.
“So, molecular stability, huh?” You mutter as you turn your head towards Anaxa, who’s absentmindedly staring at the obnoxiously bright title slide of today’s lecture powerpoint. You decide to take his sigh as a response to your greeting.
As the lecture commences, the two of you start MULTIPLE debates on organic chemistry, out of all topics. The rest of the class, now spectating your kahoots like an audience, are comically whipping their heads back and forth every time you refute each other’s arguments. Or rather, seeing a cross-shaped vein pop out of Anaxa’s forehead as you casually propose another rebuttal to his face. His very, very red and vexed face.
Eventually, the audience gets tired and so does the professor. The emptiness of the lecture hall only gets to Anaxa after he concludes his final argument.
“You better watch out, Anaxa~ I’ll come back to the next lecture with a ten-page statement.”
He watches as you walk towards the hallway, greeting your friends along the way. He doesn’t even acknowledge the fact that you called him Anaxa. That’s how whipped he is.
You know those guys who have headphones over their hoodie and have their macbooks out during lectures? Yeah, that’s him.
It’s not like Mydei DOESN’T pay attention, he just needs some…motivation. (He and Phainon make bets on who gets a higher score. Whoever loses has to treat the other to dinner.)
His staple is wearing hoodies and it’s to the point where people don’t even know that he’s dyed the tips of his hair red. (Phainon says that he looks like the potatoes from his farm back in his hometown)
I don’t see Mydei as a lecture napper, I gotta be honest. He just seems like a zone out-er, if that makes sense. Doesn’t take notes, doesn’t ask questions, probably thinking about the pomegranate milkshake he’s gonna take to the gym later.
You are the complete OPPOSITE of that. Frantic scribbles on your ipad (I pity your screen protector), speaking at a concerningly fast pace, holding anything with caffeine in your trembling hand.
Mydei walks in the lecture hall towards his usual spot…that’s taken by your sleeping (and very much trembling) form. No biggie. He’ll just sit next to you and hope that you’re not as annoying as Phainon. (He means it endearingly)
He still has his headphones on when the professor starts the lecture. It’s Uni, nobody cares. The classmates sitting around you two don’t even quirk their eyebrows when you suddenly jolt to consciousness. What DOES make them turn their heads is the fact that THE hoodie guy has taken off his headphones to silently drop a spare carton of protein shake on your desk before putting?? His headphones???? Back on??? Like nothing??? happened???
Mydei’s very observant. He’s been noticing your leg bouncing under the desk and your fingers uncontrollably tapping on the desk like you’re typing some sort of cryptic code.
Though he’s more of a Redbull guy, the iced americano you’re holding doesn’t seem too bad.
Maybe you should ask him out on a coffee date so you can repay his favour…
Oh there’s NO way this guy doesn’t take culinary arts or PE I’ve seen so many headcanons about it
Let’s go with culinary arts, even though you don’t really get to see the traditional “lecture hall seatmates” scenario
Phainon’s one of those kids that don’t suck up to the teachers but still manage to be the teacher’s favourite.
Doesn’t really stick with a solid group for every project, likes to group up with different people from his class to see how different people’s minds work.
Same goes for individual practicals, after he’s done with his dish (because of course he gets it done early), Phainon walks around to see how other people are doing. Not in a condescending or nosy way, more of a curious puppy way.
Phainon wastes no time tying his apron up after the bell rings, signalling the start of their final assignment (which happens to be individual, much to Phainon’s dismay). The way his forearm flexes as he finishes tying his double knot earns a dramatic swoon from the girls at the stations near him, but Phainon only smiles to himself as he begins to take out his prepped ingredients from the fridge.
“That meringue is mine.”
“…?”
“Do I have to repeat myself again? Or do I have to pry it out of your hands?”
“So feisty…” Phainon thought to himself. He sheepishly rubbed the nape of his neck with a chuckle, before letting you snatch it out of his hands with a “hmph!” that he found oddly adorable.
Phainon couldn’t really focus on his assignment after his encounter with you. His mind was too preoccupied with how soft your hands felt when you snatched the bowl out of his, or how cute you looked when you were stomping back towards your station. His lemon meringue cake ended up being way more sour than the ones he made during practice sessions, maybe he’d managed to mix some of your attitude in there…
Somehow, he’s never really seen you when he interacts with your shared classmates, so he was just a liiiiiittle bit dejected (his metaphorical puppy ears are DROOPING) after you exited the kitchen without saying a word to him. But Phainon, with his connections, had managed to get your socials. Nothing special, just occasional pictures of your latest baked delicacies or stray cats.
This time, Phainon wanted to be nosy. He wanted to know more about you.
a/n: THANKS FOR READING!! I tried to make reader as gn and as self-insertable as I could, but it's kinda hard when the entire premise is "opposites attract" ykwim like...ooc HAUNTS me
Currently thinking of Alpha! Ashveil who's already old as hell, it's been centuries since he went into rut and barely reacts to pheromones, even if he can detect them. Thinking that he's gone through alpha menopause or something.
Cue him meeting Omega! Reader and suddenly being hit with the most wonderful scent he has ever smelled, leaving him almost in a trance as he tries to remain professional while greedily breathing in their smell. As soon as they are gone, Ashevil throws himself into the bathroom to relieve himself, his knot swelling thick in his fist. Oh, he's so done for.
yandere alphabet requests will be temporarily put on hold! i need to catch up on answering them :( other kinds of asks are fine though :)
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
TW/CW: yandere behavior - kidnapping, stalking; unhealthy relationship dynamics; allusions to murder and descriptions of gore; NON-CON - mindbreak, bondage, slight pet play, cages, and sub and dom dynamics; reader is gender neutral
a/n: so sorry this incredibly late anon! i hope you enjoy ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡
Ideals
genuinely, his end goal is that domesticlife. in a way, he’s chasing old dreams from a past life, and he wants it with you, needs to live in what he’s been missing. the other part of him is just because he has been fantazing about it since he’s first saw you. he remembers thinking of scenarios with you as he stalked from the shadows, you completely unaware that your fated soulmate was only around the corner. one part sentimental, the other pure greed and unadulterd lust.
people would find it unbelievable, as you did so too yourself, but mydei can actually be the romantic. the flowers, the dinner, the walk by the beach, and the occasional tuck of hair behind your ear as he smiles wistfully at your flustered face. he does it all and giggles to himself at the thought when you’re not looking.
and it’s not even about having a family with you, he doesn’t care much about kids. he just wants it all to be you. and if you’re hesitant to meet what he wants? then he’s more inclined to force it to his will until you break and understand. he wants you to be happy as well, but can you be happy if you’re not at least a little willing?
one day, he’ll get his kingdom back. he’ll name you his ruling monarch alongside him. and he’ll feel proud of himself of the legacy he built with you. all he really wants is you by his side.
Jealousy
he likes to think of himself a better man, until one day, it gets proven he’s not any better. in truth, mydei does have a low tolerance for jealousy, he’s very reactive towards it, and it’s one of the few times he’ll grow impulsive and rash.
someone’s been trying to get at you—the details don’t matter on how and why and the what-not’s, but it makes mydei seethe in anger even at the thought of it. but seeing it happen in front of him? he tries to compose himself, but it barely even lasts a day before it eats him up and he simply just can’t stand by and let it be.
mydei comes to you first, asks what’s this is all about; and if this is pre-abduction, therefore you’re more willing to actually talk back to him, you merely explain it’s just a friendly situation that he misinterpreted. you’re weirded out by mydei’s suddeness, as he’s usually pretty collected. but mydei argues back, says he doesn’t like how this person looks at you as if they’re about to ravage you on the spot. you keep shaking your head, deny, deny, deny. all of which leads to an even angrier mydei. he’s not angry at the other person anymore, he’s angry at you now. matter a fact, he’s more angrier at you than anyone else because now, he’s thinks you’re doing this on purpose. you’re leading him on. so, he believes that discipline is needed. and if this were way past him kidnapping you, he’s stll accuse you of being unhappy, as if that is a crime, but which it is to mydei, as it means you’re trying to leave him.
mydei goes about it in a straightforward way, a simple physical threat, even a pinch of it as the nuisance lies crumpled on the floor begging for mercy. he doesn’t blink at the senseless violence, rather, he feels all validated to do this for himself, for you—for this relationship. and in return, mydei is not above bringing a piece back to you if you’re unwilling to see his devotion; a finger, a lock of hair, their tongue. even a head, depending on the severity of accusation.
you’re scared shitless, as the obvious reaction goes. mydei thinks you insolent, throwing you a piece of bone your way as you yelp and try to get away, but the more you push back, the worst he becomes.
next thing you know, he’s flipping you over in bed, fucking roughly into you as he explains to you detail by detail how exactly he caved their head in with his bare hands. he fucks you there, rutting deep into you as images of death flashes in front of your eyes. the build up, the pain, the fear, the fluttering in your stomach—it culminates into something far bigger than you can comprehend, exploding into a white flash hazing your vision for a split second, eyes rolled back and mouth gapped open as mydei’s fingers stuffed deep inside, fishing out a moan out of you. your vision fizzles out into hazy stars that dances around your periphery—mydei laughs and it sounds like bells chiming from a distance. you shed more tears as you try to reconvene with yourself that you came as mydei tells you explicit details of how he killed “unworthy” people for your sake. it felt all too good to be stuffed with his cock.
if you continue to cry, look at him with those fearful eyes, mydei starts up again, until you’re chanting his name and nodding furiously as he tells you, you are his alone. he’ll wrap his own hand around your throat as he does it, fucking you hard, balls slapping on your bare ass, sweat creating friction between the two of you, you want to feel what they felt before they died? he whispers against the shell of your ear. you erupt in shivers. more flashes of bodies appear in front of you, but mydei’s arousal seeps in, makes the guilt wash away each thrust, as well as making you rock your hip against mydei without a thought, as if it’s all needed, foregoing your current depositions.
yeah, pissing off mydei is a one way ticket to angry sex for hours, with his hands still stained with blood. in a fucked up way, the pay off for mydei is that your fear of him gets constructed to feeling that warmth flush spread towards you—don’t cower beneath him like this, because you’re scared of what he’ll do to you. but shake and whimper because you’re happy of the pleasure he gives you. more than anything, you should he grateful he went to such an extent.
Naughty
kinda of already mentioned it in the previous letter, but i like to think he’s with a little bit of mindbreak and bondage.
mydei likes tying you up with rope in positions he knows will make you sore, even if you were to just stay still. and it makes for easy access for him to do whatever he needs to do with you, especially on days when you’re being difficult. beneath that cool composure and bravado of his, mydei is a starving man who yearns to feel you whenever he can. deeply, he can be passionate, but only if you’ll let him—but you can’t always have nice things, right?
so, mydei is a forceful man when you keep evading his advances for sex, scaring him with possible betrayl, scorn him with your anger and hatred. you deny him for a few days too long and manage to tick him off all the same as you tried to unlock a shut window. suddenly he’s tying you up until you swear your circulation has stopped and your legs have turned blue and fallen off. in the meanwhile, he strips you of clothes, says you don’t deserve any of it, before mercilessly using you as some kind of toy. he’ll listen to you cry and beg all day, but he’s not one bit moved by your prayers. if anything, it turns him on a little, makes him pound into you a bit harder, his cock straining inside of you, stretching you out as you gag on his tongue. this is what you deserve, a showing of brute force, of what happens to disrespect when pushed past the brink.
this becomes somewhat a routine whenever the two of you get into an argument, mostly when he feels jealous or threatened by a third party in the relationship. and it becomes such a common occurrence, mydei coming home all angry and messed up, hands drenched in blood as he beat up a person you eyed for too long. and as you struggle beneath him, you feel the hardness in between his legs rub up against your back side, mydei trying to shush you with his fingers and you taste it, that awful metallic scent evading you senses.
a few months of such makes your brain anticipate such a reaction. the smell and taste of blood makes your heart jump a little. seeing mydei angry makes your stomach do flips, and mydei yelling at you and forcing you down makes you squirm while you rub against him without thinking twice.
this is fucked, this is fucked, you’ll tell yourself, but he just puts pressure in all the right places, your brain snaps and buzzes in the same frequency of equilibrium. your brain files it for later references, until it landslides into a habit, a routine. you need this, you need this as much as he needs this—needs you. and you hate yourself all for it.
mydei, surprisingly, didnt expect this outcome, but he can’t say he’s not happy about it. truly, when he’s hurt and punishes you for your impudence, he’s gaining a sense of power over you by making you submit. but it seems your brain already does all the work for him.
other things he’s doing to punish you is by putting you in a dog cage, obviously way too small for you that you’ll have to actually lay on your stomach and make yourself five times smaller than you already are. he gets a satifised smirk as he watched you struggle and squirm around, even more when you’re forced to eat from a bowl without any hands (he’ll tied it back if he has to). and if you keep messing up, he’s more than happy to do it all for you. poor puppy can’t feed themselves? dress themselves? do anything at all for themselves? mydei will be there, being your hand for you as you’re out of commission—it all adds on this point of wanting you to rely on him fully; and that he’s definitely looking to breaking your mind until your see him in a more positive light.
Angry sex with Mydei is a pain in the ass… literally and figuratively.
He doesn’t hold back when he’s pissed—every thrust is sharp, punishing, meant to make you feel it. His hands are rough on your hips, dragging you back onto his cock over and over again, using you like you’re just there to take it.
“You think you can talk to him like that in front of me?” Mydei growls, voice tight, breath hot against your neck. “You think I wouldn’t notice the way you smiled at him?”
You try to answer, but he slams back into you so hard it knocks the breath out of your lungs. Your head spins, nails clawing at the sheets beneath you.
“I was just being polite—” you gasp, voice cracking.
“Bullshit,” he snaps. One hand slides up your back, pressing you down, arching your spine deeper. “You were flirting. You want attention? I’ll give you all the fuckin’ attention you need.”
His cock drags out of you slow, almost teasing—before he slams it back in, making your legs shake. His pace is unforgiving, like he’s trying to fuck the attitude out of you, make you regret ever looking at anyone else.
“My bunny,” he hisses, biting your shoulder, marking you. “Mine. Say it.”
You sob out, “Yours—fuck—yours, I’m yours—!”
He groans low in his throat, hips stuttering for just a second before he fucks you even harder, dragging sounds from your throat you didn’t know you could make. Your body trembles beneath him, but you don’t beg him to stop—you can’t. Not when the heat pooling in your gut keeps building, sharp and overwhelming.
“Don’t care if you cry,” he mutters, voice dark and possessive. “You’re gonna come like this. All full of me. And you’re not gonna forget who you belong to.”
✧ paring : lion!mydei x bunny fem!reader. (hybrids)
✧ warnings : nsfw/smut, size kink, creampie (vaginal & anal), p*rn with slight plot, nipple play, tit slapping, drooling breeding kink, dumbfaction, cock-drunk reader, predator x prey, multiple of rounds, filthy sēx, rough sēx, slight yandere mydei and dubcon.
✧ synopsis : In a world ruled by predators, you—a soft, innocent bunny healer—are gifted to Mydeimos, a ruthless lion warlord known for breaking prey. You were meant to be dead, but your scent drives him into a feral obsession. Now trapped in his den, you're hunted, ruined, and bred nightly until you’re dumb on his cock. Mydei was sent to kill you… but now he wants only one thing: to keep you full, obedient, and forever his. ૮꒰ིྀ˶꜆´˘`꜀˶꒱ིྀა
Your wrists ache from the ropes.
Not tight enough to scar—but just enough to remind you what you are now. Prey. Caged. Offered. Kneeling on a furred pelt in the center of a war-beast’s den.
The lion watches from his throne of bone and iron. Gold mane tousled from a recent battle. Eyes half-lidded. Relaxed, dangerous.
“Mydei,” someone whispers from the doorway. “The bunny healer has arrived.”
His gaze lands on you—and your blood stills.
He doesn’t speak. He stalks—steps heavy, slow. His body towers over you, built from war and ruin, the scent of blood and smoke still clinging to his body. A shadow falls across your face.
Then: the slow drag of a claw under your chin, lifting your face.
“You're smaller than I imagined,” he mutters, low and cruel. “Soft little thing. They said you were brave.” A pause. “I hate liars.”
You open your mouth to protest—but he’s already behind you, yanking you up by the rope at your wrists, forcing you to stand on trembling legs.
You feel him press against your back. Something massive. Hot. Hard.
“You’re going to break so pretty for me.”
You don’t answer—not because you won’t, but because you can’t. Not when he reaches around to grab a handful of your tits and slaps them together, your breath hitching at the sting.
Not when his tongue drags across your throat.
Not when he says, “I'm going to keep you full until you forget your name, little rabbit. Until you drool for it. Until you can't run.”
Your legs buckle slightly, but Mydei’s hand is there—gripping your waist, thumb pressing into the soft curve of your belly as if claiming it. You flinch when he pulls you tighter against him, his cock grinding between your ass cheeks, heavy and obscene even through the thin layer of his pants.
“You smell like fear,” he growls against your ear, his voice deep and cracked like a wildfire. “And it’s delicious.”
You gasp, breath hitching when his fingers slide up your front and yank your robes down in one rough motion. The fabric tears, the neckline giving way until your breasts bounce free—already sensitive, already betraying you with how hard your nipples are.
He notices.
Of course he does.
His hand cups one tit roughly, squeezing, then delivers a sharp slap across the soft flesh. You whine, hips twitching forward, humiliation flooding your face. The sting makes your eyes water.
“That’s better,” he mutters, watching your reactions like a predator sizing up its wounded catch. “Already shaking. Already drooling a little, aren’t you?”
His lion tail wraps around one of your thighs, as your thighs press together instinctively. His hand dips lower, sliding between them, testing the heat and wetness there. You shouldn't be soaked. You shouldn't. But your body betrays you fast under his touch.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice laced with condescension. “So ready. You bunnies break so easy.”
He turns you to face the wall, pushing your chest against the stone with one hand between your shoulder blades. The ropes at your wrists are loosened—only so he can pull your arms above your head, stretching you out for him. The position arches your back perfectly, your ass lifted high, presenting.
He steps back for a moment. You hear the rustle of fabric, the unmistakable sound of a belt hitting the floor.
Then silence.
Until the blunt, thick head of his cock presses against your dripping cunt.
“No preparation,” he mutters, voice heavy with lust and cruelty. “You don’t deserve it. You’re going to take all of me just like this.”
You whimper, trying to look back at him, only to feel his palm push your face against the wall.
“Don’t look at me. Just feel it.”
And then he’s pushing in.
Too big. Far too big.
You gasp—a high, helpless sound—as the stretch burns, forcing you open inch by inch. Your hands claw at the stone wall. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow. He grinds his cock in deeper until he bottoms out, the thick base of him pressed flush to your ass.
You’re trembling. Babbling something incoherent.
“Can’t even talk anymore,” he growls, rutting into you with sharp, brutal thrusts now. “What happened to all that fight, little bunny?”
All you can do is moan, tongue lolling as he fucks into you with relentless force. Your body shakes with every snap of his hips, your tits bouncing from the impact, nipples aching and raw.
He reaches around and slaps them again—harder.
You scream, not from pain, but from the way your pussy clenches around him, dripping now, your arousal painting his cock with every stroke.
“You like that,” he huffs, panting against your neck. “You’re getting dumb on it. Drunk off cock. Filthy little prey.”
“You like that,” Mydei growls again, biting into the shell of your ear, sharp breath fanning over your sweat-damp skin. “You’re getting dumb on it. Drunk off cock. Filthy little prey.”
You don’t even realize the words leaving your mouth until you hear yourself—slurred, high-pitched, desperate:
“Y-yes… yes, Mydei—feels… s’good, I c-can’t—!”
He laughs. A cruel, low sound that rumbles in his chest.
“Oh? You can’t?” He thrusts harder, deeper, until your legs nearly give out. “Can’t what? Think? Breathe? Or speak like anything but my little breeding bunny?”
Your walls clench around him at the word, and he notices. His pace stutters for a moment.
“Well, well,” he grins darkly. “That’s what you want, huh? You want me to breed you? Fill up that needy cunt till it leaks down your thighs?”
You moan—loud, whiny—shame and pleasure melting into one thick, liquid heat in your core.
“Say it.”
You’re panting now, drooling slightly, the wall slick beneath your cheek where you’ve pressed your flushed face against it.
“P-please… breed me, Mydei… want it so bad… want your cum… want it inside, I wanna be full…”
He slams into you with a growl so deep it rattles your spine.
“Fuck, you were made for this,” he grits. “Tight, stupid little cunt just begging to be pumped full.”
His hips snap faster now, rough and punishing, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the den. One of his hands grips your throat from behind, the other grabbing both of your long bunny ears and pulling them.
“Gonna knock you up,” he snarls. “Gonna make sure everyone sees who you belong to—waddling around this den dripping with my seed.”
You're sobbing now—overwhelmed, ruined, so close.
“I—I'm gonna—!”
“Take it.” he growls, burying himself to the hilt as his cock throbs deep inside you.
Your vision blurs. Your body seizes. And then you're cumming—hard, clenching around him like your body’s begging to keep him inside.
Mydei follows with a guttural roar, hips locking tight as he unloads inside you, hot spurts filling your pussy so full it makes your belly ache. He doesn’t stop until you’re dripping, stuffed full and whimpering, your thighs slick and trembling.
He pulls out slowly, watching his cum spill down your legs.
Then he grips your hips again—rougher this time.
You blink blearily. “Wha—Mydei, I—I can’t…”
He leans in, teeth grazing your shoulder. “Oh, you can. You’ve got another hole, little bunny.”
Your breath hitches.
“N-no, ‘s too big, you won't fit—”
“I'll make it fit.”
His cock, still hard, still leaking, presses against your asshole now—teasing, threatening. His grip tightens as he bends over you, voice nothing but raw hunger.
“You’re gonna take it. Every inch. And you’re gonna thank me when I ruin that tight ass too.”
Your breath comes in shallow, choked little gasps as Mydei presses the thick head of his cock against your tight, puckered hole.
Still stretched and leaking from the brutal fucking he just gave your cunt, you squirm, body weak, trembling, your voice barely coherent.
“M-Mydei—please, I c-can’t… it won’t fit…”
“Yes, it will,” he growls into your ear, his hot breath fanning down your neck. “You’re going to take it. Gonna stretch that tight little ass open and fill it the fuck up.”
His hands—those massive, rough hands—spread your cheeks wider, exposing your slick, ruined pussy and twitching asshole. His seed drips down your thighs, warm and sticky, and he uses it—gathers the mess on his fingers, smearing it up over your rim with a cruel chuckle.
“Look at you. Dripping like a bred little bunny. Might as well plug you up properly.”
You whimper, biting your lip, body too spent to fight him—but part of you doesn’t want to. You're too far gone. Pussy still twitching, still clenching around nothing, desperate and sensitive.
“Be a good girl and push back for me,” he murmurs, mocking, as he starts to press his cock in.
The stretch is unbearable.
Worse than before.
You cry out, hands clawing at the stone wall, legs nearly buckling as the fat tip forces its way inside. He groans behind you—deep and possessive.
“So tight,” he hisses. “Fuck, you’re choking me.”
“Mydei—nnh—hurts—s’too much,” you slur, eyes wide, tears streaking your face. “Too full, c-can’t—!”
“Yes you can,” he snarls. “You're mine. You’ll take all of it. Every inch until you’re ruined.”
He drives in deeper, slowly, steadily, forcing your body to yield. The stretch burns, tears prick your eyes—but there's something intoxicating about it. About being this helpless. This stuffed. This completely at his mercy.
“Gonna make you remember this,” he growls, rutting into your ass with growing force, one hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back to hear every breathy, wrecked moan you make. “Gonna fuck your ass until your little brain forgets anything but my cock.”
“You already have, bunny. Just a hole now. A dumb little fucktoy for me to use. My prey.”
His pace is brutal now—deep, savage thrusts that leave your legs shaking. Your belly bulges slightly with each push, his cock so thick, so deep it feels like it’s rearranging your guts.
And you’re moaning.
Loud. Mindless. Wrecked.
“Mydei—oh gods—fuck, I’m—!”
You cum again. From your ass. Just from being stuffed and used and owned.
Your thighs quake. Your voice breaks. You go limp—but he doesn’t stop.
“Not done,” he pants, slamming into you harder. “Not till I breed this hole too.”
And when he finally buries himself to the hilt, roaring low and dark, his cum floods your ass with heat—thick, messy spurts that fill you until it leaks past the tight seal of your stretched hole.
You’re gasping. Drooling. Broken open and dripping.
He stays inside you a moment longer, grinding deep, making sure none of it escapes.
Then he pulls back slowly, watching his seed spill out of both your holes.
You twitch, your body used, overstimulated, wrecked beyond speech.
And he smiles.
“Still got one more round in me,” he murmurs darkly, stroking himself back to hardness.
“Let’s see how many times I can break you tonight.”
You don’t even feel human or bunny anymore.
You're drooling, body slumped against the wall, trembling from the overstimulation, both holes leaking his cum—so much of it, thick and warm and humiliating. Your ass is raw, your pussy still fluttering from the last orgasm, thighs slick, skin flushed and marked where Mydei held you, slapped you, owned you. Your long fluffy ears flattening, as your fluffy tail twitched.
And yet—
When he grabs you by the hair again and yanks your head up, you moan like you want more.
“That’s what I thought,” he snarls. “Still twitching for me. Still hungry.”
You’re past speaking. Past begging. Just a ruined, sensitive mess in his grip.
He drags you to the floor—face down, ass raised—and mounts you again like an animal. No warning. No tenderness. Just pure, raw, brutal need.
You scream when he thrusts back into your ass, deeper than before, his cum helping him slide in too easily now. He sets a punishing rhythm from the start, your body jolting forward with every brutal slam of his hips.
“Look at you,” he snarls through clenched teeth. “Still open. Still taking it. You were made for this—little bunny holes begging to be filled.”
You’re sobbing again. But your ass keeps clenching around him. Your pussy’s leaking like you’re still cumming. Your voice is hoarse from moaning and crying, but the only thing you can say is:
“More…”
His laugh is wicked. “Oh, I’ll give you more.”
He fucks you harder. Meaner. One hand gripping your hips, the other coming down hard on your ass, your thighs, your tits—slapping you until your body is stinging and marked up just how he wants it. Just how he needs it.
“Gonna leave you so ruined no one else’ll ever want you,” he growls. “So stretched, so bred, they’ll know who you belong to the second they smell you.”
He cums again, loud, primal, rutting deep until your belly feels swollen with it. You twitch beneath him, body limp and spent, utterly destroyed in every way. Physically. Mentally. Sexually.
You’re his.
He collapses over you, panting, breath hot against the back of your neck.
And then—for the first time—he stills.
“…I wasn’t supposed to do this.”
His voice is quiet now. Not regretful. Not soft. But…haunted.
You blink through tears. Confused. Barely conscious.
“What…?”
Mydei doesn’t move. He’s still buried in your ass, still caging your body beneath his weight.
“I was sent here to kill you,” he whispers.
Your blood runs cold.
“They said you were dangerous. A halfbreed. Born from something no kingdom wants alive.”
You don’t speak. You can’t.
“I was supposed to drag your body back to the Lion Court as proof. That’s why I found you in that den. That’s why I followed your scent.”
You turn your head slowly, eyes wide.
“And yet,” he continues, voice now sharp, low, strained, “I saw you run. Fragile. Stupid. Beautiful. And I couldn’t kill you.”
You’re shaking now, not from the aftershocks, but from fear.
“I still don’t know what the fuck you are, bunny,” he says, pulling out of your ruined hole with a wet sound and a groan. “But I know one thing—”
He grabs your face, making you look up at him, his eyes burning like golden fire.
“Now you’re mine.”
He leans close, a cruel smirk twisting his lips.
“So if anyone comes hunting for you…I’ll kill them first.”
#synopsis he needs this more than you, believe him.
#tags ( 18+ ) vaginal fingering light edging praise use of petnames
Phainon's selflessness makes intimacy confusing.
Contrary to popular belief, the dynamic couples like you share is less about dominance and submission, and more about love language. Or so you think. Well, it's hard to navigate relationships with little to no experience regarding dating — let alone understanding the sexual aspect of it.
But the million-dollar-question is: what is Phainon's love language? He's like an all-rounder when it comes to boyfriend-ing, to the point that if this were a competition, you would've been forced to forfeit by now. But you can feel your brain beginning to overheat every time you think about it — he never misses an opportunity to compliment you (and what's worse is that it's so genuine you couldn't even call it flirting); your skin has learned to recognize the temperature and feel of his hands from the countless times he caresses and holds you; he replies before the little "delivered" can appear under your text bubble, and always makes time for you, no matter the time of the day; and he gets you flowers and other gifts every time he comes to pick you up for one of your dates.
And from time to time, you find yourself questioning all of it. It feels like nothing you do could ever compare, so really, how did you get so lucky?
Truth be told, what you call selflessness, Phainon calls it selfishness.
You really were looking forward to him coming over, but he greeted you at your doorstep with slumped shoulders and a weary smile. His face finds the crook of your neck like clockwork once he leans forward and into your arms, nosing at your pulse and breathing you in. In no time, Phainon's sat on your bed in one of your oversized band tee-shirts and a pair of spare sweatpants he had left at your place.
His voice is raspier and quieter than usual, and you don't think he even realizes. And somehow, he still finds the strength to flash you a smile, eyes wrinkling at the corners, as he compliments your appearance and asks about your day. You continue to talk, waiting (and half-hoping) for him to nod off mid-sentence but he never does.
You're not sure when exactly it started, but his arms circle around your waist faster than you can process any of it. Phainon places slow, lazy kisses to the skin of your exposed shoulder, deliberately tugging the sleeve down to free some more. The sound of your heartbeat is deafening and it thrums in you ears the more his hands knead at the fat of your bare thighs.
Phainon hums low under his breath, right against your ear. "This is okay, right?" he has the courage to ask like he hadn't been devouring you with his eyes five minutes before all this. Like he can't feel the warmth of your core from where his hands rest on the waistband of your shorts. You try to protest (although weakly), insisting that he should rest, that he doesn't have to. But the truth is Phainon knows very well he doesn't. Your underwear was perfectly dry before he started tracing shapes onto your waist and back and hips.
All of it was calculated. He wanted you like this.
So, he ignores you, focusing on the way your chest stutters, your back pressing rhythmically against his torso, as he slides your shorts and panties down your thighs. Phainon's palms caress your inner thighs, digging into the warm skin of your ass once you try to shy away from the cold air hitting your glistening folds.
"Shh," he whispers before kissing your cheek, like he isn't actively spreading you open. "It's okay, I got you. I'll make you feel so good."
That's what he always says, and so far he's never lied, which is what makes you forget that it's exactly how you end you in this position every. single. time. That's just what Phainon does, selfish as he is — he lures you into his snap trap like a carnivorous plant, and only lets you go once your brain has melted into one big puddle and the only letters of the alphabet you can remember are the ones that spell his name.
He continues to peck your face, neck, and shoulder as he circles your twitchy clit with his middle finger, his others fingers keeping your lips spread. Your breath fans his cheek and the back of your head rests against his shoulder, lolling lightly from side to side with every breathless whimper that leaves your mouth. He doesn't even seem to mind the way your nails dig into his forearms, holding onto them for dear life every time her runs the pad of his finger on the underside of your clitoral glans.
Because Phainon knows how tremendously sensitive that part is, and he loves watching the muscles of your inner thighs tense as you let out a long whine.
"I know, I know," he coos.
Your boyfriend's tone nears condescendance, yet even if you were able to form a coherent thought at the moment, you wouldn't care less. When your eyes finally flutter open, you find him already looking down at you.
"There she is, my pretty girl. Does it feel good, sweetheart?" he asks sweetly, spreading your lips a bit more to play with your bud with two fingers now. He tuts before you can nod. "Use your words, baby. And keep those gorgeous eyes open for me."
Every time that you think that warm puddle in your lower stomach is about to spill all over the sheets, Phainon slows down, neglecting your clit to tease and circle at your entrance without ever dipping his fingers in. You huff, both from the subconscious frustration of being denied yet another time, and from exertion. Your boyfriend simply chuckles, nuzzling against your cheek before tilting your chin to the side. You're barely aware of the slimy dampness coating the underside of your jaw and staining Phainon's fingers as he leans down to peck your lips. Once, twice, before he gently parts them with his tongue, humming into your mouth.
"I know, pretty," he breathes, "I'm sorry. Just a bit more, okay? Can you take a bit more for me?"
Like he doesn't know the answer to that. And still you nod dumbly with a whine, chasing his tongue as his thumb gently caresses your cheek.
"Good. You're doing so good, baby. Almost there."
But Phainon isn't cruel, truly. All things considered, he does view himself as selfish for putting you in this position every time, but he just loves you that much. He only wants to make you feel good, believe him.
And as promised, he picks up the pace again, circling your clit furiously — if his touch weren't so tender and loving. Your heels dig into the mattress, and you fight hard to keep your legs from flailing. Phainon's there to hold you down, though, and trust me, he doesn't struggle one bit while doing it, even kissing your jaw softly as a reminder to keep your eyes open.
When your sounds become more frequent, your ribcage expanding against his arms, he finally slides one finger in, curling right where you can feel the pressure building.
"Go ahead, pretty. Cum all over my fingers."
That does it. Your back arches against him and you grip his forearms hard enough for the skin to redden, mouth falling open as the dam breaks. Phainon keeps going before gradually slowing down, and he kisses your face during the whole thing, murmuring praises and sweet words.
"There you go, sweetheart. You did so good."
"You have no idea how gorgeous you look when you let go."
"Look at that, made a pretty mess all over the sheets."
By the end of it, you're left a limbless, panting puddle against his chest — like all the other times. You can feel him press his lips against your shoulder, massaging your sore hips, your thighs still twitching as you come down from your high.
Phainon, contrary to you, seems to be doing just fine, all traces of exhaustion from when he first arrived completely gone from his handsome features. He grins down at you, and it's so sickeningly sweet you can't even be mad. Lazily blinking and half-conscious, you watch as he licks his fingers clean like it's the sweetest frosting he's ever tasted.
"Hey, there." He says it like he didn't just tie your synapses into a ribbon, like the light doesn't catch in the remaining droplets of release coating his wrist. "How are you feeling? Everything alright?"
And what can you say? (Figure of speech. Your brain can't even signal your lips to move, at the moment.) Phainon manœuvres you into a more comfortable position, completely ignoring the way he strains against his pants.
He doesn't ask for more. He doesn't even hint at it, because that's just the way your boyfriend is, and it's maddeningly confusing. But until you figure out what can render a man so stupidly selfless (answer: it's love), you can be certain that Phainon will be there to take care of you and hold you until you fall asleep.
🔪 featuring {separate}: 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
🔪 tw: yandere content 𝜗𝜚 murder duh 𝜗𝜚 drugging 𝜗𝜚 jealous sex 𝜗𝜚 noncon 𝜗𝜚 size kink 𝜗𝜚 fear play 𝜗𝜚 kidnapping 𝜗𝜚 scent kink 𝜗𝜚 they're psycho 𝜗𝜚 lovebombing 𝜗𝜚 cherry poppin' 𝜗𝜚 blood kink 𝜗𝜚 sex after murder?? 𝜗𝜚 this lwk kinda scary 𝜗𝜚 aphrodisiacs 𝜗𝜚 full nelson 𝜗𝜚
🔪 an: her new boyfriend nexttt how'd I get hereeee?? 👀
🔪 CHILDE — Shits n' Giggles
Maybe if you don’t move, he won’t see you
You’re crouched between two crates, knees pulled to your chest, barely breathing. Your hands are clamped so tight over your mouth that your teeth are digging into your palm.
You saw it.
You saw Ajax laugh while he carved the man you were seeing apart. The way the hydro blades slashed n’ ripped.
Witnessing the moment your boyfriend stopped screaming, and he just kept laughing, louder and louder.
And then he looked right at you.
So now you’re hiding. Because you’re next. You have to be next.
His footsteps crunch over the gravel, slow and bouncy like he’s having the time of his life. Then the laughter starts again — loud, wild, completely deranged.
“Hmmm~ Where’s my favorite person?” Childe sings, clearly enjoying himself way too much. “Come out, come out, wherever you are! I saved the best part just for you, babe!” Another burst of manic giggling echoes through the alley.
Fuck he’s getting closer way too fucking close.
Your whole body is shaking so hard that the crate behind you is rattling. Tears won’t stop pouring down your face.
Shit shit shit! He’s going to kill you. He snapped. He’s completely lost it, and now he’s going to—
“BOO!”
A bloody hand slams down on the crate right above your head. “AH THE FUCK-” You immediately slapped a hand over your mouth
Ajax drops down into a crouch in front of you, blue eyes wide and sparkling with pure insanity. His ginger hair is soaked red.
Blood smeared across his freckles like war paint. He’s grinning so wide it looks like his face might split.
“You really thought you could hide from me?” he laughs, loud and bright. “After I just put on a whole show for you? That’s so mean!”
He swiftly grabs your ankle and yanks you out from between the crates in one smooth motion.
THUD!
Hissing in pain as you hit the ground hard, but he’s already on top of you, straddling your waist, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand.
His face is inches from yours his mouth panting. You can smell the blood, see the lovesick glee in his eyes.
“You watched the whole thing, didn’t you?” he whispers, almost affectionate. “Saw me tear him apart... laughing while he cried like a little bitch. And then you ran away from me like I was gonna do the same to you.”
He drones off on that last part, Childe tilts his head, still smiling that terrifyingly happy smile.
“Wait...You thought I was coming to kill you next, huh? Pffttt!-” He bursts out laughing again — loud, unhinged, shoulders shaking as he presses his bloody forehead against yours. “That’s so fucking cute.~”
His cock is already hard, grinding against your stomach through blood-soaked fabric. You feel it twitch when you whimper.
His free hand slides down your side, gripping your ass hard enough to bruise. “I’m not gonna kill you, babe,” he purrs, voice dropping into something much darker.
“I killed him because he touched you. Because he thought he could have you. I did it all for us.”
He leans in and licks a tear off your cheek, blue eyes half-lidded with delight.
“Baby, stop crying and tell me how much you loved the show… or I’ll give you a reason to really scream.”
He says that last part with a proud little grin, an attempt to reassure you he’s stable.
You stare up at him, chest heaving.
“…Ajax is you on drugs right now?” you choke out.
He blinked once, then twice before laughing; his pupils literally dilated into tiny hearts as he pants above you, chest heaving, that manic smile never fading.
“Completely sober, babe. Promise.” He nipped your ear playfully. “Did it all on no drugs~,” he sing-songed.
“You’re fucking insane!” you scream, thrashing underneath him.
The insult lights him up like fireworks.
He moans openly, hips rolling slow and filthy, pressing the thick line of his cock against your cunt.
“Fuck— say it again. Louder.” Childe’s voice cracks with glee. “Call me a lunatic, baby. Please.”
You spit in his face. “Get the hell off me, you psychotic ginger bast—”
“Hah— you’re so h-hot when you’re mad at me,” he cuts you off delighted.
“You made me so sad when you decided to cheat on me, baby…” he coos.
“What???” This made you freeze. “We broke up months ago, you fucking psycho— get off—”
“No.”
The word drops flat. Instant. Like a switch flipped behind his eyes.
“No. No no no no no.” He’s giggling now, shoulders shaking as he pins your wrists deeper into the gravel. “Don’t do that. Don’t say that. We didn’t break up. I didn’t agree to that. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”
“Ajax…we broke up. Months ago. I left. You can’t just-”
“No.”
His fingers dig bruises into your ass. Cock twitches hard against your belly, leaking through his pants as he fishes it out one-handed. Thick. Angry.
Drooling precum in fat sticky ropes that splatter hot against your clit.
“Shhh gonna split you open, bunny,” voice still sickeningly sweet. Hips rocking forward as the fat head kisses your entrance—hot, demanding, wider than you remember. "Just relax… let me fill you up…"
“Wait!- hngh!-”
Plunging in deep you cried out nails scraping the gravel, walls fluttering uselessly around the sheer girth, trying to push him out even while more slick gushes out to betray you.
“F-ffuck! Didn’t you hear me??”
He sinks deep, deep, deep, blue eyes half-lidded in bliss while that smile never falters.
“Don’t say that again.” One blood-stained hand cups your cheek, thumb smearing red across your skin like he’s petting a scared kitten.
“C’mon, babe. We both know how this ends. Seems you forgot who you belong to. That’s okay though.”
With a broken moan his forehead dropped to yours pausing briefly.
“I’ll remind you.”
He starts moving.
Slow at first—wet, filthy drags that grind his cock against every raw nerve inside you.
Then harder. Meaner.
Each thrust timed with that same cheerful, hollow voice.
“Ya f-feel that, babe? That’s me. That’s us. No break-up. No ex. Just t-this pretty pussy squeezing me so tight like it missed its owner!”
You gritted your teeth and tried to twist away.
He’s too heavy. Too deep. Too gone.
“Ajax, ngh! puhleeasee! This isn’t!-”
“NO-“ plap! “NO-“ plap! “NO NO NO- don’t do that! Don’t say that!”
Every “no” lands with a vicious snap of his hips.
Cockhead battering your womb like he’s trying to fuck the memory of leaving him out of your body.
“-We’re on a nice date right now, babe! Can’t you hah…haha…see? I took you out, I got all dressed up for you, I’m being so good for you tonight!”
He’s screaming between giggles.
Tears pouring. Smile never drops. Just keeps stretching wider and wider like his face is about to split.
The wet pap-pap-pap of skin on skin echoes loud between you, slick and cum all mixing together.
You sob harder. “W-what are you ah!- talkin’ bout?!? I said we broke up! T-this isn’t a date!”
“NO!”
Another scream tears from his throat. Raw. Unhinged. Sinking deeper. Inch after thick inch.
“Don’t say that again. Don’t say that, don’t say that don’t say that - we’re on a date! This is our date!”
Laughing and crying and babbling all at once while heart-shaped pupils spin wildly.
As he fucks you in earnest—wet, filthy schlick-schlick-schlick echoing off the crates in the alley.
His leaking precum making an obscene mess between your thighs.
He’s laughing and crying and babbling all at once, that empty cheerful mask splintering wider and wider.
“You always come back to me eventually.” His voice fractures sweeter, darker. “This cunt is squeezing me so tight! Baby!— fuck, you missed me, didn’t you? Haha…”
You sob, hands gripping his shoulders tight so hard you made indents from your nails.
He only groans louder, pace turning relentless, hips grinding deep on every thrust like he’s trying to crawl inside your ribs and stay there forever.
In his shattered mind, this is a date.
The only one that matters.
And he’s never letting it end.
🔪 DOTTORE — Exhibit A
“You brought this on yourself, you know.”
The words hum down the long, sterile hallway, lazy, almost affectionate.
As if he’s scolding a pet who keeps making the same mistake.
You’re running as fast as your legs will carry you, feet slapping hard against the cold tile while your lungs burn and your heart hammers so violently you can hear it thundering in your ears.
Sweat pours down your spine, and your thighs feel way too slick, way too hot, and none of it makes any sense because you’re running for your life.
You’re sure you’re going to die, so why the fuck is your pussy throbbing and dripping down your own legs like this?
Your mind is spinning so fast it hurts.
You’d only come back to Snezhnaya because your ex said he needed to talk, and then you heard the screaming and the wet, horrible sounds, and then nothing at all.
Of course, you didn’t witness what happened, but you’re starting to piece together what unfolded now with every heavy footstep echoing behind you.
He killed him.
He actually killed your boyfriend, then he injected you with something, and now he’s hunting you through his own lab, part of whatever sick experiment he’s running, wanting you terrified and soaking wet at the same time.
Your head is pounding, your skin feels clammy and burning hot all at once, your heart is beating so fast it’s making you dizzy.
Yet still your cunt keeps clenching around nothing, dripping down your thighs with every desperate step.
The ache between your legs is getting worse.
Throbbing hot and embarrassing, how are you running for your life, and your pussy is acting like this is foreplay?
“Do I really have to do this to teach you a lesson each time?” Dottore chuckled, his humming getting louder, his steps steady. “Running only makes the poison work faster, love~.”
His voice is so much closer now, curling up your spine, breathing down your neck, and you don’t dare look back.
You just keep running, gasping, crying, thighs trembling and slippery while that awful heat keeps spreading through your body, and you're so sure that whatever he gave you isn’t poison at all.
And then it hits.
It crashes through your veins like liquid fire, so sudden and violent that your legs give out instantly. You fall hard, knees slamming into the cold tile as a broken sob rips from your throat.
A puddle of slick immediately spreads beneath you, warm and humiliating, because you’re gushing so much it’s pooling on the floor.
Fuck
Your cunt won’t stop spasming, clenching, and fluttering around nothing while wave after wave of pure, pent-up arousal drowns you.
All you feel is white-hot need flooding every inch of you, so violent it rips a broken moan straight from your throat.
Attempting to get up, but you only twitch and writhe your limbs, feeling like static jello.
You look like you’re in the throes of a fever — flushed all the way down to the roots of your sweat-drenched hair, eyes slightly glazed and unfocused, lips parted as you pant like you’ve forgotten how to breathe.
Treachorous pussy won’t stop twitching against its will. Fresh slick gushes out of you in waves, so much that you can hear the wet sound of it dripping.
You can’t think...you can’t even remember why you were running.
All you know is that you’re burning, aching, dripping, and the man who just killed your boyfriend is standing right behind you.
“There we go…” he purrs, slow footsteps finally stopping beside you. “That’s what I wanted to see. Fascinating.”
His red eyes pierced through your trembling form like twin scalpels, cutting straight through whatever was left of your dignity.
You’re on the floor in a puddle of your own slick, thighs shaking violently, chest heaving as another wave of that cursed heat slams into you.
Shame burns hotter than the aphrodisiac.
Shame on you.
Shame on you for even considering giving him another chance.
That stupid letter he sent you had sounded so sweet, so almost-human.
You’d actually let yourself believe he might’ve changed.
What a fuckin' joke.
You left him for a reason.
No matter how tenderly he touched you, you could never tell if he was holding you because he missed you or because he was quietly counting your pulse for some new “stress test.”
Every damn time he looked at you, it felt like he was staring at a particularly interesting petri dish.
Those segments gave you the worst hive-mind uncanny valley feeling, like you were dating twenty versions of the same man who all saw you as data.
You were so fucking sure that Dottore didn’t actually love you.
That you were just his favorite little experiment.
And yet here you are.
Dripping all over his floor. Whimpering like a bitch in heat while he stands over you, looking as smug as always.
“Pathetic,” voice low and clinical, but there’s something darker threaded underneath it.
He crouches slowly beside you, gloved fingers tilting your chin up so you’re forced to meet those crimson eyes. “Look at you. Running from me only to end up like this.”
You try to snarl at him, but it comes out as a broken moan instead.
Hips twitch uselessly against the cold tile, cunt clenching hard around nothing as another gush of slick leaks out of you. The shame is suffocating.
“I left you-” you gasp, voice cracking, “-because you don’t even love me. You look at me like I’m just another specimen. Those Segments… It’s like dating twenty of you, and none of them actually want me; they just want the data-”
Your words cut off into a sharp cry as he drags two fingers through your soaked folds, spreading you open without warning.
“Such a dramatic little thing,” Dottore coos, mocking. “All that fire with your pussy drooling all over my fingers the second I touch it. You really think I don’t love you?”
He laughs softly, dark and cruel. “If I didn’t, would I have gone through the trouble of killing that worthless fling of yours? Would I have spent weeks perfecting this particular strain of aphrodisiac simply so I could watch you fall apart so beautifully?”
Your ex smiled eerily and slowly took off his glove. “Did you have your fun? Did you get it all out?--” He pressed two thick fingers inside you without mercy, curling them viciously against that spot that makes your vision spark white. “-It’s time to come back to me.”
You sob, hips jerking, tears spilling down your flushed cheeks. “Zandik- hah- please”
“Please, what?” Twisting his fingers deeper, thumb circling your swollen clit with slow, teasing strokes. “Use your words, darling. You were so eloquent a moment ago about how I don’t love you. Tell me exactly what you need from the man who supposedly feels nothing for you.”
Your pride is crumbling fast.
The heat is unbearable now, every inch of you burning, pulsing, begging. You’re so pent up it hurts.
“I— I can’t— fuck— Zandik, please, I need—”
He pulls his fingers out completely, leaving you clenching around nothing. You whine pathetically at the loss, hips chasing his hand like a desperate whore.
“Beg properly,” he says coldly, eyes glittering with wicked delight. “Beg the man you claim doesn’t love you to fuck the need out of your pitiful, dripping cunt. Or perhaps I should just leave you here like this?... Let you writhe on the floor until the aphrodisiac drives you truly insane? Hm?~”
Damn him
You break. Tears streaming, voice shaking, pussy throbbing so hard it’s painful, you sob out the words he wants to hear.
“Please… please, Zandik, I need your cock— I need you to fuck me, please— I can’t take it anymore—”
Dottore's mouth curls, slow and terrifyingly satisfied. “Good girl.”
Two thick fingers push back inside you without warning, curling viciously against that spot that makes sparks explode behind your eyes.
You sob, hips jerking hard as another gush of slick floods out around his hand, pooling on the cold tile beneath you.
The pleasure is too much. Too fast. Your cunt keeps spasming and fluttering uselessly, greedy and desperate even as shame burns through you.
You try to close your legs. Try to bite back the whimpers.
Smack!
It was sharp - fleeting, even - but your entire body is jolting at the feeling of Dottore’s thick fingerpads smacking your poor cunt.
Right above your ravaged clit. “Ngh- Z-Zandik!”
“Z-Zandik!” he mocks your moans, voice higher than usual. “Thought you wanted hngh- to be quiet, whore?”
He grins, chuckling softly at the way you’re half-lucidly pushing at his rippling biceps - nails leaving neat little marks as you’re torn between pushing him away and wanting more, more, more-
“How are you gonna do that if you’re like this, huh?”
You fixed your quivering lips to say anything, but he did something unexpected-
He leans in and kisses you like he actually missed you.
Soft at first. Almost sweet.
His moves against yours with surprising tenderness while two thick fingers sink back into your dripping cunt, curling lovingly against that spot that makes your brain melt.
“I love you,” he whispers between kisses, his voice low and warm against your lips. “I’ve always loved you. Do you have any idea how much effort I’ve invested in you?”
At the same time, his fingers pinch your swollen clit hard, rolling the poor bud between his thumb and forefinger with mean, precise pressure.
You jolt and whimper into Dottore's mouth. “Mmnph!- no, you-”
He just kisses you deeper, swallowing every sound, murmuring sweet filth against your tongue.
“My perfect little whore,” he coos lovingly, pressing soft kisses along your jaw, your tear-stained cheek, the corner of your eye. “Look at you. Such a pathetic, dripping mess on my floor. Crying and gushing like you were made for this.”
Another deep, affectionate kiss as he pinches your clit even harder, tugging on it while his fingers fuck into you with wet, filthy sounds.
“I love you so much,” he breathes tenderly, like it’s the most romantic thing in the world. “I’ve discarded less valuable things for far smaller reasons.”
You’re shaking, overwhelmed and confused at the constant contrast between his soft kisses, gentle confessions, and the ruthless way he’s abusing your clit is driving you insane.
He kisses you again — slow, deep, devoted — right as he gives your clit one last vicious pinch.
That’s what breaks you.
Your orgasm hits like lightning. You scream into his mouth as your cunt clamps down around his fingers, gushing everywhere in messy, humiliating waves.
Dottore keeps kissing you through it. Sweet. Loving. Like he’s proud of you.
Only when your body finally goes limp does he pull back, red eyes glowing with satisfaction.
Then his smile turns sharper.
“That aphrodisiac I gave you?” he says calmly, still stroking your hair like a lover. “It was always a hybrid. The paralyzing agent activates right after orgasm.”
You try to move your legs.
Nothing.
From the waist down… you’re completely paralyzed.
“Fascinating…” Zandik leans down and presses one last gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice soft and affectionate.
“You won’t need legs anymore, darling. I’ll take care of you from now on.”
🔪 RERIR — Fuck Your New Guy
He’s going to kill him. Right now.
That’s what the eye contact is for. You understand that now, tied to the headboard, gag wet from crying, that the man you’ve been seeing for three months is going to die in front of you.
Watching Rerir’s hand coil around your man’s throat, slowly wanting you to see all of it.
Your fling is begging. Grabbing at his wrist with both hands, saying things — please and wait and something pathetic about not even knowing you that well — and your true lover doesn’t even flinch.
Pink eyes bore holes through you, and somehow, you knew exactly what they were silently communicating at this moment.
You ran, his eyes say.
Across a continent, across a whole ass ocean. Inazuma. You made it to Inazuma and stood in your new home, and almost convinced yourself it was over.
His grip tightens slow n’ deliberate…You feel it in your stomach even from across the room, this horrible, telegraphed knowing, and you’re pulling at the rope again without deciding to, wrists burning, throat working around nothing-
CRACK!
The sound was loud. Wrong in a way that lives in your body now, permanent, a sound you will never un-hear for the rest of your life.
You closed your eyes tight as if that would make this go away. Flinching when you heard the deep thud of your ex's body dropping to the floor.
Still not opening your eyes. Just squeezed them shut harder, biting your lip behind the gag so the sob stays where it is.
How did this happen?
Why you?
Why not some other girl - there’s no way he’s this obsessed, right?!
It’s ok, it’s all a dream once you open your eyes; this’ll all be some sick nightmare that you can laugh about—
He’s right in front of you.
“EEP!-” You jerked back hard, skull connecting with the headboard, stars exploding across your vision.
Rerir’s hand shoots out, gripping your face hard. Cheeks squishing between his long, sharp claws, blood forming at the ends of his talons, forcing your teary eyes to meet his.
When he tore the gag off, you didn’t even breathe first. "I'm sorry!-"
Already. Before you can even think.
"I'm so sorry, okay, I know I left, but I just needed — it wasn't about you; he didn't even mean anything, I swear, I wasn't thinking. Please, I'll fix it, I'll do whatever you want, just please don't-"
Rerir stares at you, eyes narrowed in genuine confusion.
He killed for you. Crossed an ocean for you. And here you are looking at him like he’s something you have to survive.
It should bother him.
…it doesn’t.
He tunes most of it out.
The rambling.
The apologies.
The way your voice keeps cracking.
He just watches your face, searching for the girl who used to call him "Riri".
“—I can make it up to you.”
Oh
There she is.
“Make it up to me.” He drawls, repeating.
You gulp but nod frantically. “Yes. Anything! I swear! I’ll do anything.”
His eyes drop for a second, then back up to yours. “Even that?”
You know exactly what he means.
The thing you always shied away from, always found some excuse for — you’re too big, we can’t, I can’t— and he was patient.
He was.
But patience has a limit, and you just handed him an open invitation.
His giant cock visibly throbs in his pants, a wet spot spreading from the tip as he leans in close, long sharp claws trailing down your stomach.
Rerir brings two blood-stained fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a slow drag of his tongue, pink eyes never leaving yours.
“You said I was too big.” His voice drops low. Husky. “Said you couldn’t take it.”
Clawed hand sliding lower until he’s cupping your soaked cunt possessively. “And now you’re tied to the bed, telling me you’ll do anything.”
“Ok wait- Rerir— I didn’t mean—”
“Fuckkk, I need ya.” He crashes his mouth into yours like a starving animal.
He doesn’t give you time to breathe.
One clawed hand tilts your head aside while the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise. His mouth attacks your neck — licking, sucking, biting marks into every inch the other man never touched.
“I need ya so badly,” he groans against your skin, “Been dreaming about this tight little virgin pussy the entire time I crossed that fucking ocean for you.”
You whimper as he frees his cock.
It’s monstrous.
Thick, veined, heavy enough that it slaps against your stomach with a wet thwack. The tip is already drooling thick ropes of precum.
“Rerir it’s— it’s way too big— I can’t— we shouldn’t—”
“Fuck no.”
He cuts you off with a sharp snap of his hips, notching that fat cockhead right against your entrance. Pink eyes gleaming with something feral.
He pushes forward with just a tip. The bigggg stretch is immediate, stinging, and impossible.
Your back arches clean off the bed, a broken cry ripping from your throat.
“You got very far. Fuck, I’ll give you that.”
He’s panting against your ear, claws digging into your thighs as he forces you open wider. “Tied up. Begging to make it up to me. This pussy’s already creamin’ all over me, and I’m barely inside.”
SCHLCK!
Another thick inch sinks in. Your walls flutter desperately around the invasion, trying and failing to adjust. “Rerir!!— ngh!—”
Rerir’s claws dig harder into your thighs as he forces another thick inch inside you.
Your pussy has never taken anything close to his size before, and it’s fighting him, walls clamping down so tight it almost hurts him too.
“NGGH-” A broken whine rips from your throat. “-IT HURTS!” Your back bows clean off the bed.
“Just relax,” he hisses against your neck, “Hah, you’re already this tight?”
He rolls his hips again.
Slow and greedy.
Another inch sinks in. The fat head of his cock pushes so deep that the bulge in your stomach becomes obvious, moving with every shallow breath you take.
You’re crying now. Legs shaking uselessly in the air while the ropes bite into your wrists.
“I can’t— I’ve never—”
“You will.”
Your pussy flutters desperately around the invasion, creaming and dripping down his length even as you sob. Rerir groans. Low. Filthy. His claws flex on your hips, yanking you down to meet the next heavy push.
“This is what you owe me.”
He starts fucking you for real then — long, sloooooppy strokes that drag every veined inch through your walls, forcing them to stretch around him whether they want to or not.
The first real thrust tears a sharp sting through you.
Blood.
A thin trail of red mixes with your slick, smearing down his thick cock as he forces your virgin cunt open for the first time.
The sight makes Rerir shudder so hard you feel it in your bones.
“Fuck…” he groans, voice cracking with something close to reverence. “First time.”
Each pull back has your cunt clinging to him desperately, gushing and creaming down his length like it’s trying to keep him inside.
Every brutal push forward forces another wet schlck out of you, the obscene sound mixing with the faint metallic scent of blood in the air.
You can’t think.
Can’t even speak.
Just broken little cries and whimpers every time that fat, roverin’ reddened cockhead plunges between your pussylips and hits dead-set on the back of your cunt — splattering slick, cum, and blood upwards.
Bandaged torso presses flush against you, chest heaving as he drinks in every twitch, every sob, every tear.
“C-can’t wait til ya cum f’me, my girl. First time taking all of me — I want to feel it.”
He leans down, forehead pressed to yours, fangs grazing your lip as he feels your body start to seize again.
He drags his swollen cock all the way back until only the fat tip is teasing your puffy folds, letting you feel every single throb… then slams back in with a wet SCHLORP, bottoming out so deep the bulge in your stomach is obscene.
You bit your lip so hard it bled, tears falling freely from your eyes.
Laughing low and mean, another thrust, even harder, mercilessly bashing in the top of your cervix, so smooth and slick you were - your sure his rude tip has formed a bruise there.
“Who the fuck leaves a cock this big for some pathetic little fling?” he taunts, voice dripping smug cruelty. “Do you have any idea how many sluts would kill to get split open on something this thick? And you ran far n’ wide just to let some tiny-dicked nobody be your first?”
He punctuates it with a particularly brutal ram that made your cunt gush out more fluids.
Your only coherent thought, floating somewhere above the pain and mind-melting pleasure, is:
He’s really talking shit about my ex… right now? While he’s literally taking my virginity?
Rerir seems to read it on your face, grinning genuinely for the first time in the night.
“What? Were you actually gonna let that loser pop ya cherry?-” He laughs darkly, hips never stopping their brutal rhythm. “-Cute. Stupid. But don’t worry, baby… I ngh, made the decision for you.”
His hands angled your hips to hit right in that spongy spot inside you, pain and pleasure blurred together as you hiccup and gasp.
“F-FFUCK! RIRI!”
The nickname slips out before you can stop it… Moaning mindlessly, too cockdrunk to realize what you had said, wrists burning from your frantic moving around.
Rerir goes completely still for half a second.
Then something in his face does something complicated — jaw tight, pink eyes flickering, like you just reached into his chest and squeezed.
His next thrust comes slower.
Deeper n’ more deliberate.
"T-that’s it." Rough. Barely above a whisper. “Let go f’me.”
Toes curling until it hurts — you cum so hard your vision whites out, mouth in a wide 'o' shape.
Rerir's grinding down your g-spot perfectly, making you go numb with the pleasure of him poking that tight orifice — right before you're bursting into your very first orgasm.
He doesn’t pull away even when you’re sobbing from the overstimulation.
Just keeps grinding that fat cockhead against your cervix like he’s never letting you go again.
Silky ropes of cum pour deep into the back of your pussy — thick, goopy, and endless.
Splashing around every time he fucks his groin inside, collecting right where he keeps pressing like a button he has no intention of releasing.
Being fucked through peak after peak.
Thrust after thrust all targeting that same ruined spot.
When you finally come down, those same pink predatory eyes are staring into your star-struck ones.
And you know with terrifying clarity, that he’s not chasing you a second time.
🔪 VARKA — “Too Much?”
I’m so mature.
Varka keeps telling himself that, knuckles white around the rag as he wrings it out over the bucket.
Pink. Then red. Then clear again.
Methodical. Steady. Same hands that carved through warzones without flinching. Same hands that just turned her little side-piece into red paste across the cabin walls.
Heh. Mature.
The rag rips clean down the middle.
He stares at the torn halves for half a second, lips twitching. Tosses them aside and grabs a fresh one.
I’m so mature. I’m so mature. I’m so fucking mature.
Three weeks of that bullshit looping in his skull.
Ever since Kaeya dropped it so casually — she’s seeing someone now. Varka had just nodded, smiled, and gritted out through clenched teeth, ‘Good for her,’ with the straightest face in all of Mondstadt.
Then went home and split a training dummy clean in half.
Now the cabin reeks of iron.
Blood on the walls, floorboards, and blood drying in his blond hair and streaked across his scars.
And he’s still cleaning...calm as you please.
Because he’s the Grand Master, he doesn’t get jealous.
He's mature.
Footsteps hit the porch — right on time, like clockwork.
That familiar little rhythm that used to make his chest warm. Now it makes his cock twitch against his thigh like a goddamn animal.
Wringing the new rag, slower now. Blood drips plip… plip… plip into the bucket while his blue eyes flick toward the door.
Frozen in the doorway. Eyes wide. Pretty little mouth falling open at the massacre he made of her ex.
3...2…1
“VARKA WHAT THE HELL!”
Flashing her that same easy, sheepish grin he always gives when he comes home late from a mission.
“Princess-” he drawls “-it’s not what it looks like.”
You’re frozen in the doorway.
The entire cabin is covered in blood. It’s everywhere — walls, floor, even the ceiling.
The smell is so thick it makes your throat close up.
And there’s Varka.
On his knees in the middle of it all. Blond hair matted with red. Scars stood out sharply against all the blood. Blue eyes looking up at you with that same easy, friendly expression he always wears.
He’s casually wiping down his claymore with a rag like he’s cleaning dirt off it after training.
Your man... or what’s left of him is lying in a heap a few feet away.
He gives you a bashful little smile. “Alright, okay, I know how this looks,” his voice warm and almost playful as he wrings the bloody rag out between his huge hands.
“Things got a little out of hand. I really did try to talk to him first, doll. Swear on my honor. But the guy just wouldn’t listen. Kept going on and on about how he was in love with you and wouldn't leave you…” He lets out a low chuckle, scratching the back of his neck like he’s embarrassed.
“I just didn’t like how obsessed he was getting with you. So… I handled it.”
Why and how the fuck is he so nochalant? Well, of course, violence wasn't new for him since he is the grandmaster...but this was insane!
This psycho literally killed your boyfriend, and for what?!-
Your eyes darted from him to the mangled corpse a few feet away then back at Varka, him catching your stare and chuckling at your expression.
That was until your knees started to buckle, and the world began to blur as the familiar feelings of danger banged in your head.
This is exactly why you left him.
The man can stand in a room full of someone else’s blood and talk to you like he just spilled juice on the carpet.
You thought if you left, he would've gotten better- you were so wrong.
You stumbled a bit, the faint deja vu of stress reeling in.
Varka notices immediately. His blue eyes widen. “Ah, doll—wait, don’t!—”
Your vision goes black before you even hit the floor.
.
.
🔪
SCHLCK! SCHLORP! SCHLCK!
He’s got you folded in half before you even wake up.
Strong forearms hooked all tight n’ draaaaagging them upwards- the moment your pussy’s smeared all open, it’s letting out the most lecherous squelch!
Your back plastered to his sweat-slick chest, pussy spread obscenely wide and already drooling all over his thick cock.
The moment he spears back in — SCHLCK! — your eyes snap open on a broken wail.
“NGHH… FUH—?!”
Varka groans low against your ear, chin digging into the crook of your neck so he can watch the way your poor cunt stretches around him.
Every brutal upward thrust makes your tits bounce, makes more of that gooey white cum he already pumped into you earlier splatter out in messy little bursts.
“Fuuuull fuckin’ Nelson,” he pants, hoarse and delighted. “There she is. There’s my good girl.”
He rocks you on his cock like you weigh nothing.
Huge hands locked behind your head, forcing you to look down at the obscene sight your puffy folds split wide, his fat, veiny length disappearing into you over and over, creamy ring of cum and slick coating his base.
Your walls flutter desperately around his girth, clenching, milking, trying to push him out and pull him deeper all at once.
Legs tremble uselessly in the air. You can’t kick or twist. Can’t do anything but take it.
“V-Varka— what?—are you AH! doing?!!”
He chuckles warmly and unhinged. Another mean thrust, cockhead bullying straight into your cervix.
“You passed out on me, princess. Looked so fuckin’ distressed. Figured this woulda helped wake n’ cheer ya up.”
SCHLORP!
Your cunt squelches obscenely with every slam. Slick sprays. His balls slap wet against your ass.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
He’s huffing against your temple now, hips never slowing.
You sputtered, “FUH- hah! please- this is- ngh- too much!”
“Too much?” His forearms flex harder beneath your knees, yanking you down another inch so his cock grinds mean against your cervix. “Princess, I just redecorated the whole damn cabin for ya and yer tellin’ me this is too much?”
You sob again, voice hoarse, head lolling against his sweat-slick shoulder, trying to calm him down like you used to do before.
“Y-You killed him- we can’t just! fuck— okay, o-okay, slow down, talk to me— we can fix t-this!—”
The word “fix” makes something in him snap clean in half.
He groans way more animalistic than before.
Teeth sinking into the side of your neck as he grinds his cock in deep, swollen tip kissing your cervix over and over like he’s trying to knock it open.
“Fix?” His voice is hoarse now. Shaky. That warm Grand Master tone is completely gone. “There’s nothing to fix. Yer mine, always have been. That pathetic fuck thought he could have ya, and I handled it.”
“I’m bein’ so mature about this,” Varka grits out, teeth clenched so hard you hear them click.
One brutal thrust punches the air out of you.
“So fuckin’ mature. Could’ve killed ya too the second you ran off with that nobody. Could’ve snapped yer pretty neck and kept ya here forever.”
That made you whimper, realizing he still could do it with the way he gripped your head.
His hips are pistoning harder, cock buried deep in your stomach battering it over, and over and over-
“But I didn’t. I was good. I waited. I cleaned up my mess like a big boy and now yer cryin’ and beggin’ me to slow down?”
Every word gets more feral.
Every time you try to talk Varka down, he fucks you harder, like he’s punishing you for even suggesting he’s out of control.
You whimper, tears spilling hot down your cheeks. “I-I’m sorry— please just talk to me; we don’t have to—”
He cuts you off with a broken moan that sounds halfway between a laugh and a sob.
“Talk?” The word comes out shaky n’ unstable. “Ya really want me to talk while this pussy’s squeezin’ me so good? While you’re still drippin’ down my balls after I killed for you?”
His thrusts turn punishing. Short, deep, cervix-kissing jabs that make your vision spark white.
“I’m so mature. I’m so mature. I’m so mature. I’m so mature. I’m so mature. I’m so— fuckin’ mature—”
The mantra is falling apart. His voice is cracking. That easy smile you loved is gone, replaced by something wild and teeth-bared and terrifyingly fond.
You try one last time, voice small and trembling between moans.
“Ok look Varka… you’re scaring me—”
He buries his face in your neck, blond hair tickling your skin, and you feel his lips pull into a grin against your pulse.
“Good.”
Because he is scaring you.
And that fact alone has his cock throbbing so hard inside you it hurts.
You left him weeks ago.
Packed a bag in the middle of the night while he was out on some Grand Master bullshit.
Left nothing but a note that said you couldn’t do it anymore; the hovering, overprotectiveness, it all felt suffocating.
You ran.
He let you.
Told himself he was being mature. That if you needed space, he’d give it.
That the Grand Master of Mondstadt doesn’t chase. Doesn’t obsess. Doesn’t break.
Cause’ he’s handling it well!
Now here you are.
Folded in half in his arms like a fucking rag doll. Pussy gushing and fluttering and creaming all over the cock that just painted your ex across every surface of this cabin.
And you’re still trying to talk him down.
“You left me a note, princess. A fucking note. While I was out keeping Mondstadt safe. And the whole time I was tellin’ myself I was bein’ so goddamn mature.”
He shifted justttt enough to look at your face — eyes wild, pupils blown wide with obsession.
“Look at me. Being reasonable.”
His next thrust is so deep you completely went limp. "OHHH SHIT!-" Your eyes crossed, mouth slack.
SCHLORP—!
Thick ropes of fresh cum flood your insides without warning.
Hot. Endless. He doesn’t stop moving.
Just keeps grinding through his orgasm, fucking every last drop deeper while your own high crashes into you like a freight train.
You sob his name, orgasm crashing through, thighs violently shaking in the air.
Cunt clenching and gushing around him as he fills you past the point of overflowing, dripping down his cock to his balls.
Varka just holds you there. Folded. Full. His.
Pressing a slow, almost tender kiss to your tear-streaked cheek, blood from his face smearing against your skin.
“So glad I didn’t hafta kill ya princess,” he nuzzles into your neck chuckling lowly.
Fluff scenarios of going to bed and waking up with Jiaoqiu, Aventurine, Jing Yuan, Argenti, and Dan Heng.
Jiaoqiu
🌶️ As a doctor, Jiaoqiu can’t help but fuss over your health. If you have a habit of staying up late at night, he will reprimand you for depriving your body of necessary sleep, especially if you have to wake up early the following day. He nags at you to set aside your phone or work and go to sleep, tail swaying side-to-side in annoyance if you don’t comply quickly enough for his liking.
🌶️ If you remain stubborn in your habits, Jiaoqiu will find a way to coax you to bed. As a healer specializing in food medicine, he knows the effects of a vast variety of herbs and spices and concocts a special blend of tea for you to drink around bedtime. It’s sweet aroma and soothing flavour help you relax enough for your exhaustion to take effect and urge you to go to bed. If you’re not a fan of tea, Jiaoqiu could whip up a cup of steamed puffergoat milk with honey to induce a similar effect or come up with another unique drink to suit your preferences.
🌶️ Aside from baiting you with consumables, Jiaoqiu also has another ace up his sleeve to get you to sleep at a decent time. You like massages, right? How about he gives you a back rub before bed? Jiaoqiu knows all the most common spots on the neck and back that tend to suffer from tension, and his skilled hands do wonders to relieve any muscle knots or discomfort that you may have in those areas. He may even give you a leg massage and a foot rub if you ask, or even a full body massage if he feels like you deserve one. Jiaoqiu enjoys watching you melt and grow drowsy from the kneading of his hands, and feels accomplished if you do end up falling asleep because of his massage.
🌶️ As fussy as Jiaoqiu could be about your bedtime, he’s much more lax with his own. Sometimes his duties to General Feixiao force him to work overtime, much to his dismay. He’d love nothing more than to spend this time cuddling with you in bed, but here he is, poring over a stack of urgent documents. He usually sends you text messages telling you he will come home late and to not wait for him but will be pleasantly surprised if you stay up late to welcome him home. He lightly chastises you for not going to bed without him but will feel touched if you say you couldn’t sleep well without him by your side. You’ll get brownie points if you cooked him dinner. It may not be on par with his own cooking, but he does appreciate you looking out for him. Besides, coming home to a warm meal after an exhausting day can do wonders for one’s mood. Jiaoqiu rewards you with a kiss and a compliment on your cooking, which is high praise coming from him.
🌶️ When it comes to sleeping, Jiaoqiu generally likes to do so while holding you close. His most preferred position is to spoon you from behind but he’s also happy to let you spoon him instead. When he holds you, he likes tucking your head under his chin and draping his fluffy tail over you, ensuring you are completely wrapped up in his arms. It’s a great position during colder temperatures, but he’ll reluctantly let you go if you get too hot.
🌶️ If you’re the one spooning him, just know that Jiaoqiu knows whenever you stroke his tail. He sometimes pretends to be asleep during your “secret” petting sessions, letting you run your hands along the soft fur before suddenly tickling your face with the tip of his tail. His stifled laughter gives away that he’s not sleeping, but he can never contain himself when he hears you squeak and sputter in surprise at getting a face-full of fur. Pranking aside, Jiaoqiu does enjoy the feeling of you lightly combing your fingers through his tail. If you do it gently enough, it can lull him into a relaxed state and even make him drowsy. You can get a similar reaction out of him by rubbing the base of his ears where the fluffy part meets his head. Rub gentle circles against the fur with your thumbs, and Jiaoqiu will turn to putty in your hands, leaning his head into your touch.
🌶️ Jiaoqiu is used to waking up early. When he was younger, he would wake up early to gather herbs to use in his cooking. Though that habit was disrupted during his time on the battlefield, he picked it back up when he ran a restaurant. Once he became Feixiao’s retainer, Jiaoqiu woke up early to cook her breakfasts since Feixiao also had a habit of getting up early to train, or to take care of some important duties. As a result, Jiaoqiu tends to wake up earlier than you. He spends a few minutes just basking in the warmth of your body, admiring how peaceful you look while asleep before slowly getting up. He’s good at being quiet so he usually slips away from you unnoticed.
🌶️ If you have to wake up for an occasion like work or a meeting, Jiaoqiu will make sure you get up on time. If you’re the type to laze around in bed for a while or hit snooze repeatedly, Jiaoqiu will be there to serve as another alarm clock and nag at you to get up. He’ll start off by gently coaxing you to wake up, trying to bribe you with comments about having made your favourite meal for breakfast. If you continue to be lazy, he’ll put on more pressure, like tugging the blankets off of you and opening the curtains to let sunlight in, chiding you about being late if you don’t get moving. Jiaoqiu’s nagging can be annoying, but he’s only doing it to look out for you. He doesn’t want you to stress about being late.
🌶️ If you have time to sleep in, by the time you wake up, you’ll be greeted to a delicious aroma of sizzling food. Jiaoqiu makes the two of you a balanced and hearty breakfast. He often goes on about the importance of a balanced diet and eating three meals a day, and will be aghast if he finds out you have a habit of skipping meals or eating poorly. He will personally make it his mission to make sure you eat three meals a day (no skipping breakfast on his watch) and that your meals are more balanced (eat your veggies!). He just worries about you, both as a doctor and your boyfriend. On the plus side, all your meals are guaranteed to be delicious.
🌶️ While Jiaoqiu waits for you to wake up, he also makes you a lunch to bring with you to work. It gives him something to do and also serves as a peace of mind knowing you’ll at least have a healthy lunch, or so he says when you ask him why he goes through so much trouble for your sake. Truth is, he just wants to do something nice for you because he loves you. Cooking for you is one of the ways he shows he cares, plus it boosts his ego to hear you compliment his cooking. If he’s in a good mood, Jiaoqiu will make cute little faces on the sausages or egg rolls, or write a message on the rice with sauce or seaweed such as “You’re doing good” or a cheesy “I love you” to brighten up your day. He’s true husband material.
🌶️ On the rare days you wake up before him, Jiaoqiu likes coming into the kitchen to find you busy cooking breakfast. As mentioned before, he appreciates you going out of your way to take care of him. He’s so used to taking care of others that he can sometimes neglect himself, so having you there to do that for him makes him fall in love with you all over again. While you’re busy at the stove, he quietly sneaks up behind you, only revealing his presence with a teasing remark about your poor cutting technique. The way you huff at him for nitpicking at your cooking skills just makes you all the more endearing to him, and Jiaoqiu hugs you from behind and nuzzles into the crook of your neck, tail swishing in joy. He may not say out loud how touched he is by your care, but he lets you know through his actions.
🌶️ Depending on your cooking skill, Jiaoqiu will either sit back and idly watch you cook with a happy grin on his face or offer to assist you. If you’re proficient in the kitchen, he will be content to watch you work and quietly anticipate the moment he gets to try your cooking since it’s not something he gets to eat often. While sampling your dish, he’ll compliment you on the things you cooked well and give feedback on what you could do to improve your method if something isn’t quite right.
🌶️ If cooking isn’t your strong suit, Jiaoqiu offers to help. Though he prefers to work alone in the kitchen, he can make an exception for you. Besides, he can use this as the perfect opportunity to teach you some cooking skills and bond with you over a shared activity. Jiaoqiu loves cooking and also loves you, so as far as he’s concerned, he’s getting a two-for-one deal. He also finds it cute the way you pay such careful attention to his instructions and try your best to carry them out, even if you still lack the skills to do it perfectly.
🌶️ Regardless of whether it’s you or him making breakfast, Jiaoqiu will be happy just to start his morning off by sharing a meal with you. There’s something domestic about cooking for each other, eating around the same table while still dressed in pajamas, and kissing each other goodbye when you both leave for work. He could get used to this, Jiaoqiu notes with a smile. Though you jokingly call him your husband now, he’d like it if that title became a reality one day.
Aventurine
🃏 Due to Aventurine’s busy schedule, it’s difficult to have a set bedtime routine. He does try to get off work on time to have a few extra hours to spend with you, but sometimes meetings run late, or he gets saddled with missions that force him apart from you, so he has no choice but to message you to let you know he’ll be coming home late. His texts are light-hearted and teasing to try and soften the news for you, but he feels guilty for being unable to spend time with you even if it’s not his fault. Aventurine only hopes you don’t hate him for being too busy to see you. He may not say it out loud, but one of his fears is you leaving him because he doesn’t make you feel loved enough. He does love you, very much so, which is why he spoils you with expensive gifts and excursions to all kinds of luxurious or VIP places, but he knows money doesn’t make up for neglected emotions.
🃏 On the nights he makes it home on time, Aventurine likes to spend his free time with you. You guys can do anything, he doesn’t have a strong preference as long as he gets to be with you. If you like, he can take you out on a date. He’s wealthy enough to land a spot at a fancy restaurant. You could dress up and let him wine and dine you, and then maybe go on a walk along one of the more scenic places belonging to the IPC.
🃏 If you’re not in the mood for something fancy, Aventurine could take you to your favorite café, the movies, or even the arcade. He certainly wouldn’t mind an opportunity to show off his luck and win you as many plushies and prizes as your heart desires. You can also test your luck against his over card or dice games at home. He’ll set some stakes to make it more fun, such as the loser having to grant the winner’s wish or pay for the next meal. If you’re in the mood for something spicy, you guys can play a few games of strip poker. He wouldn’t mind, but don’t expect him to go easy on you.
🃏 Alternatively, Aventurine is content to stay home and relax with a movie. He lets you pick what to watch since he’s not as interested in the movie as he is in you, but he delights in seeing the excited shine in your eye when you choose something you’ve been looking forward to watching. Aventurine likes it even more when you cuddle with him on the couch while watching said movie. Feeling your arms around him, your hands absentmindedly combing through his hair, and the rise and fall of your chest under his head soothes him. After a gruelling day of sifting through reports, putting on fake smiles, and making dangerous gambles to outwit his opponents, your gentle touch works wonders to help Aventurine relax. It’s not often that he feels safe and comfortable enough to let his walls come down but being enveloped by your warm and tender caresses makes him want to give in and let go for a bit. As soon as he does, his exhaustion washes over him, and Aventurine could easily fall asleep if he’s not careful. Do forgive him if he falls asleep on you during the movie session, but your presence is simply too calming for him to resist.
🃏 When it comes to sleeping in bed, things can get a bit cramped. Due to having slept in a big bed by himself for a while, Aventurine tends to sprawl his limbs out. He can unintentionally hit you with an arm or trap you in an embrace in his sleep if you’re within reach. His cat cakes also join you in bed. A couple will settle at your feet while another will sleep beside your heads. Some shameless ones will even lay on top of you as if you were their pillow. It’s not rare for you to wake up in a tangle of sheets and limbs, your attempts to break free accompanied by annoyed meows.
🃏 Despite his cocky and suave attitude, Aventurine doesn’t come onto you unless he knows you want him to, even in bed. He remains respectful of your personal space, at most allowing himself to hold your hand while you chat about your day or drape an arm around you. His heart skips a beat when you press yourself closer to him and rest your head on his chest or pull him down to lay on yours. It makes him feel a complicated type of way to be this intimate with another person, to know you want to be that close to him, and to feel so cherished by you. He’s gotten more used to receiving your affection compared to before, but it can still overwhelm him sometimes. If you pet his hair, stroke along his back, or give him kisses, it helps him relax and accept your touch. Aventurine hasn’t felt this kind of affection in a very long time, which is why he needs some time to get used to it, but he does enjoy it. He likes being pampered and held by you.
🃏 Aventurine finds that he sleeps better with you by his side. He sometimes has nightmares about his past and wakes up in a cold sweat. He doesn’t like disturbing you, but he feels relieved whenever you wake up alongside him. Just hearing your voice and feeling your touch helps ground him. Aventurine doesn’t like showing his vulnerabilities so easily, so he tends to brush off your concern and tell you to not worry. He just had a bad dream, it’s nothing for you to concern yourself with. He’s unlikely to share any details about his nightmares with you until he feels 100% comfortable with opening up and being vulnerable, but he appreciates your attempts to comfort him, nonetheless. Just feeling your warm embrace and hearing you say things are okay and that what he saw was just a dream helps him calm down and drift off back to sleep easier than when he had to deal with these feelings alone. Aventurine notes that in general, he’s been having less nightmares ever since he started sharing a bed with you. Perhaps feeling the warmth of another person by his side eases his mind on some subconscious level, or whatever other scientific explanation the Intelligentsia Guild offers on the matter. All Aventurine knows is that you bring a soothing presence into his life.
🃏 Unfortunately, Aventurine can’t spend every night wrapped up in your arms, much to his disappointment. His work requires him to travel a lot, often to carry out dangerous missions that could end with him losing his life if something went wrong. Some people would be envious of the luxurious hotels he gets to stay in for the duration of the missions, but the lavish décor and extravagant furnishing do little to fill the void in Aventurine’s heart. Despite the softness of the mattress, he tosses and turns, finding it difficult to fall asleep in the unfamiliar room and just lays awake, thinking about how he would be much happier sleeping on the floor as long as he got to hold you in his arms.
🃏 During his business trips, Aventurine likes to call you while getting ready for bed. It's an opportunity for you to catch up and find out how the other is doing. Even if all you have to share are mundane things, he wants to hear them. Just hearing you talk about your day gives him a sense of normalcy and peace, taking his mind off the demanding tasks that await him the next day. Even if you’re not much of a talker, Aventurine will find topics of interest that he knows will get you to talk just so he could hear your voice. It’s not rare for you to talk at length about something only to realize that Aventurine fell asleep on the other line because your voice lulled him to sleep. He teases you all the time about missing him, but the truth that he doesn’t want to admit is that he misses you just as much, which is why he makes these frequent phone calls. Your voice provides him with a bit of comfort and reminds him to finish his mission as quickly as possible so he can see you again.
🃏 Aventurine tends to wake up on time most mornings when he has to go to work. Some days he wakes up earlier than you if he’s got an important meeting to attend, but usually he wakes around the same time as you do. He never gave much thought to the act of getting ready in the morning, but it’s become one of the highlights of his day ever since you started living with him. Something about the act of waking up in each other’s arms, laughing if one of you tripped over a cat cake while getting out of bed, and eating breakfast at the same table is comforting. Such moments make him think of home, back when his sister was still with him. Being with you is not the same, but the feeling of contentment and happiness he feels in sharing his living space with you are similar.
🃏 Aventurine is usually good at ensuring his appearance is impeccable, but even he has moments of letting a detail slip. The first time you pointed out that his tie was crooked, he reached to adjust it, but you beat him to it, retying his tie and carefully smoothing it down. The act surprised Aventurine but he found that he liked it when you fussed over him like that. From then on, he sometimes purposely tied his tie a little crookedly just so you would adjust it for him. While your eyes are directed at the tie, Aventurine’s are fixed directly on you, his gaze softening with a subtle smile. Just when he thought he couldn’t fall in love with you more, you prove him wrong by showing your undying loyalty and care for his wellbeing. Aventurine doesn’t feel deserving of it, but he does appreciate you more than he can say. Later that day, expect to receive a bouquet of your favourite flowers and a card with an invitation to a restaurant as a thank you for helping him with the tie.
Jing Yuan
🦁 Jing Yuan tries his best to come home at a decent time, but being the Luofu General sometimes means he has to stay behind to deal with important matters for the safety of Luofu’s citizens. Such is the burden he must bear as the one with great power. He won’t blame you for going to bed without him, but he’ll be saddened about not receiving a welcoming kiss from you. If he sees you already snoozing away cuddled under the sheets, he’ll join you after going through his bedtime routine, pulling you close to him and quietly apologizing for waking you in the process. After a long and tiring day, he just wants to hold you and breathe in the comforting scent of your hair while drifting off to sleep. He doesn’t ask for much, so please grant him this simple wish.
🦁 Whenever Jing Yuan gets to go home on time, his mood is usually lifted at the prospect of having finished all work for the day and having the chance to relax at home with you. He sometimes makes a little detour to buy you some snacks for tea, already picturing in his head the tranquil moment he’ll share with you while drinking tea and eating delicious pastries fresh from a bakery.
🦁 What he loves most about coming home is being welcomed back by you and his cat. Seeing the white feline running up to the door with you following in tow as soon as he walks in is the cutest sight. Jing Yuan also developed a routine of receiving a kiss whenever he comes home, and he’ll lean down with the expectation of getting one from you. Never mind that he hasn’t taken off his shoes or jacket yet, he won’t move until he gets his kiss.
🦁 Evenings with Jing Yuan are generally lazy. He eats dinner with you while discussing the day’s events, complaining to you about the amount of work piled up on him, reminiscing about past memories, or making plans for the future so he can book a day off in advance. After dinner, he’s content to spend time with you doing nothing. His favourite is resting his head on your lap and feeling you comb your fingers through his messy hair. He finds your touch comforting and loving, just the thing he needs after a hard day. Of course, he wouldn’t be the Dozing General if he didn’t fall asleep on your lap, but he can’t help himself. The tranquillity of the moment makes him sleepy, plus your thighs make a good pillow to take a nap on.
🦁 Sometimes Jing Yuan invites Yanqing over to spar or play a game of star chess. He likes watching you get along with his apprentice, especially when you both team up against Jing Yuan during board games after he sneakily steals a piece from the board. Your outraged reactions are too amusing, so the Luofu General can’t resist from purposely getting a reaction out of you and his apprentice.
🦁 It sometimes surprises Jing Yuan when you compliment him on his fighting prowess or cunning chess play during his spars and chess games with Yanqing. The General doesn’t do these things to show off, but he feels flattered that you pay attention to him and recognize his talents. He has a reputation of being lazy and laidback, and his frequent “breaks” to come visit you instead of doing his paperwork do him no favours. However, he isn’t the Luofu General just for his good looks, and he appreciates you recognizing that. Jing Yuan internally preens at your praise while trying to play it cool in front of Yanqing, but will later wrap you up in a hug and nuzzle against your neck like an affectionate cat, overcome by a surge of love because of your compliments.
🦁 Another one of Jing Yuan’s favourite evening activities is bathing with you. He’s got a large tub that can fit both of you comfortably, so why not make use of it? He enjoys the non-sexual intimacy that comes with sharing a bath. He enjoys the moment of closeness when you’re both at your most vulnerable. Just soaking in the warm water while holding you against him feels cozy to Jing Yuan and helps him relax. He also enjoys making silly little games using soap foam, such as constructing foam horns on your head or dabbing some foam on your nose to make you laugh. Additionally, he likes letting you pamper him by washing his hair or scrubbing his back. Something about being taken care of by you is soothing to him, and he makes sure to return the favour by washing you in return if you’ll let him.
🦁 When it comes to sleeping, Jing Yuan likes positions where he can feel your body against his. Whether you’ve got your head on his chest or he’s spooning you from behind, he doesn’t care as long as he can feel you. It helps him fall asleep easier knowing you’re beside him. His cat also joins you in bed, usually sleeping by your feet or next to your heads. It’s become a routine for it to curl up and sleep with your pair.
🦁 Before actually falling asleep, Jing Yuan likes to chat with you about everything and anything. Nighttime is when you have a moment strictly to yourselves, away from the responsibilities that weigh down on you during the day. To Jing Yuan, nighttime is when you can forget about the things that happened that day and the things that await you tomorrow and just live in the present moment, even if just for a few minutes. He finds it to be the most comfortable time for philosophical discussions, revelations about your pasts, musings for future ambitions, or quirky questions and answers that make you both laugh. It’s a time when you can both be yourselves without any pretences or expectations and bond on a more intimate level. Furthermore, Jing Yuan has developed a habit of wishing you goodnight and kissing your forehead before going to sleep. Even in situations where you fall asleep before he does, he still lightly kisses your forehead before joining you in dreamland.
🦁 Mornings with Jing Yuan are even lazier than the evenings. After his alarm goes off, he’s in no rush to get up, preferring to stay cozied up under the sheets for another few minutes. If you try to shake him awake before he’s ready to get up, Jing Yuan will just wrap an arm around you and pull you close, sleepily mumbling to give him five more minutes while nuzzling into your hair. Despite him being only partially awake, you’ll be immobilized by his sheer strength. It can be a hassle getting him up, but if you nag him enough, Jing Yuan will reluctantly get out of bed.
🦁 When the Luofu General has no pressing matters to attend, he will get ready for work slowly. Everything he does is unhurried, whether it be brushing his teeth, getting dressed, or eating breakfast. He takes his time with each task. He’d like it if you could slow down and savour these moments with him but won’t force you to match his pace if it’s not your thing. He’ll only sigh in disappointment if you rush about the house, scrambling to get ready, and lament about being unable to enjoy a slow morning with you.
🦁 As a General, Jing Yuan usually has his meals prepared for him by professional chefs under his employ, so you and he get to eat a big and delicious breakfast each morning. However, if you offer to make breakfast for the two of you, he can make arrangements to hand over breakfast duty to you. Even if the things you make aren’t as grandiose as what his chefs could make, Jing Yuan still looks forward to eating your cooking. How could he possibly turn down the opportunity to eat food made specially for him by the one he loves? If anything, having you cook for him would make Jing Yuan feel spoiled and loved. He’ll smile like a happy cat while chowing down on your cooking and thank you for the delicious meal with a hug and a kiss.
🦁 Jing Yuan isn’t a sloppy man, but his sleepiness can affect his appearance. When getting dressed, he might forget to button the cuffs or tie a ribbon crookedly, so he greatly appreciates you coming to his rescue by pointing out when things look out of place. He may be called the Dozing General and have a reputation for being lazy, but he can’t afford to appear dishevelled in front of his subordinates. Likewise, Jing Yuan keeps an eye on your outfit too, pointing out if you put on something backwards or if your socks don’t match and things like that. He’s also got a good memory and helps you find items you’ve misplaced, like your keys or phone. He finds mutually helping each other a natural part of living together.
🦁 Jing Yuan’s morning wouldn’t be complete without a goodbye kiss from you. Regardless of which one of you leaves the house first, it became a habit for you to kiss the other goodbye. Jing Yuan will even drag himself out of bed while still half-asleep just to see you off if you leave earlier than him. It’s not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but he finds it heartwarming to wish you a nice day and get the same sentiment in return. He likes being able to see you one more time before being whisked away to his mountain of duties as a General and will be a little brat if you deny him a kiss. Jing Yuan’s day feels brighter just knowing you care enough about him to see him off, and he looks forward to seeing you again after work so he can feel your lips on his once more when he returns.
Argenti
🌹 Having a set routine with Argenti is difficult because he travels so much. The only way you could consistently see him is by traveling alongside him through the universe on his One and Only, and even then, he could disappear on a planet for extended periods of time. As a chivalrous knight, Argenti was notorious for getting wrapped up in strange incidents or rescuing people from monsters and catastrophes. It’s not rare for you to not see him for several days before he returns covered in bruises and scratches and a lengthy apology for leaving your side for so long. It makes him happy whenever you welcome his return with a hug or a kiss after a long absence because he dearly misses your affection.
🌹 Your evenings with Argenti are varied. If he comes home injured, you know to get the first aid kit to treat any minor wounds. Argenti reassures you that you don’t have to trouble yourself on his behalf, but he’s thankful for your kind heart and desire to care for him. He makes sure to express his gratitude by taking your hand and kissing the back of it while saying his thanks.
🌹 If he sustains heavier injuries and must get treatment from a doctor, Argenti makes sure to message you the first chance he gets to let you know he won’t be able to see you until he recovers. It breaks his heart to leave you alone, but he knows you’ll be more upset at him for not getting the treatment he needs, so he stays put. In events like these, he makes sure to message and call you every day until he gets released, wanting to know how you’re doing.
🌹 On most evenings, Argenti comes home with little gifts. Sometimes it a piece of a monster he defeated that he found interesting and wanted to show off to you. Other times it’s things from planets he visited, like a trinket that caught his eye or a delicacy he wants you to try. Argenti enjoys learning about other cultures and exploring the unique things the universe has to offer, and he wants to share that joy with you. Since you can’t always join Argenti on his adventures, he uses these items to connect you to them and let you experience a tiny fraction of his journey.
🌹 Argenti also likes to spend his evenings polishing his armour and lance. You’re welcome to join him if you like, Argenti will show you how to do it properly. As a Knight of Beauty, he is particular about his appearance. How can he relay the magnificence and importance of his beloved Idrila if he lets his armour and weapon grow dull and rusty from neglect? He would bring dishonour on his Aeon and his title as a knight, which is why he polishes his armour until it reflects your faces like a mirror. If you manage to come close with your polishing, Argenti will be proud of you and will praise you for your hard work and dedication to beauty.
🌹 The Knight of Beauty has always been fascinated with all kinds of dances, be it ballet, tango, contemporary, hip-hop, and many more. Pretty much anything is appealing to him as long as it’s not crass and sexual. While he could learn some solo dance styles, a few others required him to have a dance partner which he didn’t have until he started living with you. He suggests for you to learn a dance together and will be happy if you agree, but disappointed and understanding if you turn down his offer. Argenti isn’t a perfect dancer but he’s eager to learn and improve. Having you as his dance partner is perfect because he can improve his skills while simultaneously doing something romantic with you. He doesn’t mind if you have two left feet or step on his toes, he just wants to spend some quality time with you.
🌹 In general, Argenti lets you choose what you guys will do in the evenings. He’s happy to join you on your hobbies and watches you with a soft look in his eyes. Argenti thinks you’re at your most beautiful when you’re talking about the things you love. The way your expression lights up in excitement makes his heart melt. He may not understand the appeal behind some of your hobbies or be bad at them, but he’s determined to learn all he can about them simply because they make you happy.
🌹 If he comes home late and finds you asleep in the lounge while waiting for him, Argenti feels immense guilt. He doesn’t like keeping you waiting or making you worry about him, and while he wishes to apologize immediately, he swallows his words in favour of letting you sleep. He carefully picks you up and carries you to bed, silently promising to make it up to you in the morning.
🌹 Argenti is a gentleman, so when you sleep in the same bed together, he tries his best to respect your boundaries. Unless you tell him it’s okay, he will keep his hands to himself and stay on his side of the bed. It may seem like he doesn’t want to be close to you, but in reality, he’s just worried about invading your personal space. Kissing and hugging when you’re out and about it one thing, but sleeping all cuddled up isn’t for everyone, and he knows that. Nevertheless, he’ll be really happy if you express a desire to be closer and let him hold you. Even then, he tries to be respectful by simply wrapping an arm around you but will hug you more if you tell him to. If you want to cuddle him, he lets you, relishing in your affection. The scent and warmth of your skin soothe him, and Argenti finds he grows sleepy quicker when you hold him.
🌹 The red-haired knight is an early riser, so he usually wakes up long before you do. He’s used to waking up early to go training, but it’s been harder for him to get out of bed ever since you started sleeping with him. Waking up to the sight of your sleeping face never gets old for Argenti. Even when your hair is messy and there’s drool dripping out of the corner of your mouth, Argenti still thinks you’re the loveliest view he has ever seen, and he takes a moment to admire how beautiful you look in your sleep. If he wakes up to find your head on his chest and your limbs wrapped around his body, his heart skips a beat. There’s something so endearing about you using him as a pillow and pressing close like that, that Argenti struggles to summon the will to leave you. How could he when you look so cute? Alas, he regretfully parts from your side to start his day, but he shelves that memory to fondly reminisce over later that day.
🌹 Argenti’s mornings usually start with training. He wants to be in top physical condition and keep his skills sharp to handle any situation that comes his way, especially when it comes to slaying monsters. He’s lost a few people dear to him because he wasn’t strong enough, so he’s determined to improve and grow stronger so he can protect others and most of all you. If you express an interest in exercising in the mornings, Argenti would be happy assist you in any way he could. He’ll wake you up early, make you breakfast, and help you with your workouts if you need it. He’s always up to spar with you, eager to help both of you improve your fighting skills, but he can also assist you with stretches or keep you company for cardio exercises if those are more your thing.
🌹 If you prefer sleeping in, Argenti tries to surprise you with breakfast in bed. It’s nothing fancy as he’s not the best cook, but he tries to make it look appetizing. He wakes you up and gives you a good morning kiss before placing down a tray sprinkled with rose petals on your lap. On the tray you can spot a hearty sandwich, some scrambled eggs, coffee or tea, and a red rose perched in a vase. It’s not much but he hopes it makes you happy. If you praise his efforts, Argenti will light up like the sun, proud for having pleased you and helped you start your day off right. Nevertheless, he wants to surprise you with more elaborate dishes which is why he takes up practicing some recipes in secret. His attempts aren’t always a success, but he keeps at it until he succeeds because he wants to impress you.
🌹 If you offer to cook breakfast instead, Argenti will look forward to whatever it is you make. It can be an elaborate dish or something lumpy and a little overcooked, he will eat it all simply because you made it. Regardless of whether you’re a great or bad cook, Argenti will always give your food and yourself a compliment because he’s touched by the effort you put in to make something for him. He also offers to wash the dishes afterwards, claiming you did your part by cooking breakfast.
Dan Heng
🐉 When you joined the Astral Express as a pathstrider of the Trailblaze and Dan Heng’s lover, Pom Pom was in a bind about where you could sleep on the train. The Express didn’t have enough bedrooms for this many people, so Pom Pom was relieved when you agreed to share the archives room with Dan Heng. For his part, Dan Heng tried to convince you to look for a proper bedroom because it would be more comfortable than sleeping in the archives, but ultimately accepted to having you move in with him.
🐉 March 7th teased you for sharing a room, commenting how you and Dan Heng were like a married couple, but in truth, Dan Heng treated you more like a roommate than a romantic partner. He got you a spare futon and placed it in a free corner of the archives, designating that as your personal spot, and reassured that you will get used to the hum and lights of the machines. His attitude might seem aloof and almost cold, but he is just trying to respect your personal space.
🐉 Thoughts of sharing a bed with you did cross Dan Heng’s mind, but he brushed them off, thinking he would make you uncomfortable if he asked so soon. Sharing a room is already a huge step and he didn’t dare cross the line by asking you to sleep with him. If you want to share a bed with Dan Heng, you will have to make the suggestion yourself because he won’t think to do so anytime soon.
🐉 Dan Heng doesn’t mind how you choose to spend your free time in the evenings. A lot of the members of the Astral Express are eager to spend time with you, so he understands if you’re too busy playing chess with Welt and listening to him rave about animation or helping March take photos and shop for cute items to spend time with him. If you do decide to spend time with Dan Heng, expect to do something productive. Since he’s read a lot of data entries in the database about all kinds of things out there in the universe, Dan Heng naturally wants to test a few things out for himself. He lets you join in on his experiments if you’re curious about them, all the while explaining the theory and science behind the project in a way that you can easily understand.
🐉 Another way he likes to spend time with you is playing board games. Chess is his go-to but he can play others things like cards and whatever else you suggest. Dan Heng usually wins in most of your games but he can make a tactful loss if it means making you happy. If there are games you want to play that require more people, March 7th and the Trailblazer get roped in to play. Having them around usually makes the games chaotic yet fun, but Dan Heng makes sure to keep an eye on everyone lest things spiral out of control.
🐉 His absolute favorite activity to do with you is reading. Settling in a quiet corner of the train with a good book and a cup of hot tea in hand is Dan Heng’s preferred way to unwind. He enjoys it when you join him with a book of your own or another quiet activity so you can spend some time together just doing your own thing. Dan Heng is also happy to discuss any books with you. Though he usually reads scientific literature, he’s willing to read things you like so you can talk about it and share your impressions. He’ll be happy if you try to do the same with his books and will be understanding if his reading material is difficult for you to grasp. In such an event, he will explain what his book is about and basically teach you the material if you’re willing to hear him out.
🐉 Dan Heng also likes to read before bed. When everyone is settling in for the night, he stays up to read in bed with his nightlight on. He doesn’t mind if you ask him to read aloud to you even if he finds it awkward at first. His books are dry, so he won’t blame you if you fall asleep while listening to him, but he’ll be touched and a little flustered if you say you like the sound of his voice. He never thought much about his own voice, but it’s flattering to hear you want him to read out loud just because you like listening to it.
🐉 When sharing a bed with you, Dan Heng likes to drape an arm around your waist or hug you against his chest. He also barely moves in his sleep unless he’s having nightmares, so you’ll find him in the same position he went to sleep. He’s a light sleeper and will easily wake up if you move around too much or make any noise such as going to the bathroom (but he’ll wait for you to return before going back to sleep). Times when you manage to get out of bed without waking Dan Heng are rare, and usually only happen if he’s extremely tired.
🐉 Sharing a bed with another person and being so physically close is foreign to Dan Heng, but he doesn’t mind as long as its you. He did feel a bit awkward at the start but has sense grown used to having you so close. He found he even likes feeling your presence beside him because it reassures a subconscious part of him that you’re safe. In fact, he grows so used to it that he becomes unable to fall asleep without you as easily because he has a constant sense as if something important were missing. Dan Heng also developed a habit of kissing your forehead and wishing you goodnight right before going to sleep, but if he can’t do it because you’re separated for a mission, then he makes sure to at least send you a text to check in on you and wish you goodnight.
🐉 Though he doesn’t get nightmares as often as he used to, Dan Heng still experiences occasional bad dreams about his past life. He became better at coping with them ever since he came to terms with his identity, but some of the scenes in his dreams still leave him rattled and he struggles to fall back asleep. If his thrashing wakes you, Dan Heng apologizes and tells you to go back to sleep while he steps out for some air. If you follow after him with questions and worries about what happened, he’ll share his nightmares and confide in you, trusting you as his partner to reveal that information about his past. Dan Heng doesn’t require comfort since these scenes are all in the past and they’re not technically “his” memories either, but he appreciates you being willing to hear him out. Talking to you about his dreams can sometimes help him sort out his feelings and feel at ease again.
🐉 Chances to sleep in on the Express are rare since Pom Pom ensures everyone is up on time for breakfast. As a natural early riser, Dan Heng seldom has problems waking up early and getting out of bed and will wake you up too, so Pom Pom won’t yell at you to get up. If you’re someone who struggles to wake up early, Dan Heng won’t force you to get up if you’re reluctant to get out of bed, but he’ll warn you that the conductor won’t let others eat unless everyone is gathered at the table. As annoying as they are, such are the rules at the Astral Express. Whatever Pom Pom says, goes.
🐉 Much like everyone else on the train, you are also a part of cooking duty. Everyone must do their part to help keep the place running, as Pom Pom explained. Even if you’re not the best chef in the world, if you’re better than Himeko then that’s more than enough reason to keep you on the schedule. If you really struggle with cooking, then Dan Heng will help you prepare breakfast. He knows a lot of recipes and is an adept cook, arguably the best on the Express, so he knows his way around the kitchen. Rest assured you will be in good hands with him in charge, and something delicious will be ready for the crew to indulge in regardless of how much you screwed up in the process. If you like, he could even teach you how to prepare some basic dishes.
🐉 If you’re a good cook, then Dan Heng will ask you to teach him some of your recipes, particularly ones from your home planet that he hadn’t encountered before. He likes learning new things and finds it valuable to learn more about your culture and customs. It’s a part of your life, and Dan Heng wants to know you as best he can both as his partner and as a person.
🐉 When it’s his turn to cook, Dan Heng will accept any suggestions you might have about what he should make for breakfast. Sometimes he takes your preferences into account and either makes one of your favourite dishes or incorporates one of your favourite foods into whatever he’s making. He doesn’t do it all the time though, so the rest of the Express crew won’t think he’s showing favouritism (March knows and rats him out).
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➪ May contained dark psychological factors in this work as well as manipulation, gaslighting, and suggestive content, viewer discretion is needed. ⚠︎
Phainon
While phainon was away training, he left in a hurry so he forgot to lock the door. And when he came back to lock it the door was left wide open and you weren't inside the house– He instantly search okhema up and down to find you even asking people if they see you, he was about to ask to borrow some guards from mydei to form a search party until a nice fruit vendor said they say you going to the bathhouse and he instantly rush their
he saw a group of people huddle and whispering about somebody who was frantically running to the bathhouse, slip on a soap and hit their head badly on the concrete floor– that person was you.
After phainon manage to convince the people that he's your husband, he gets the green light to bring you home. He nurse you and even bring hyacine to give you a check up, you were fine but you might received some amnesia due to the hit.
You wake up in an unfamiliar room with a white hair man peacefully sleeping at a chair, he noticed the movement and when he open his eyes–he instantly enter a panic mode, checking your body to see if theres any bruises and asking if you are okay.
After phainon learn that you don't remember anything, he tried to act worried but there's a feeling of quite joy because he see it as a second chance to do things right. He played the loving worried husband, during the first week everything was sweet because you and him actually act like actual married couple, being lovey dovey to each other and you allowed him to have intimacy again after months you denying his desires. but there's always something worrying phainon, which is the day you gained your memory and he would lose his fantasy– so please forgive him if he purposely make you lose all your memory again and again because he doesn't want to break the fantas, but you were better that way.
Jing yuan
It was one of the rare occasion of Jing yuan letting you out of the day to go see the market, he was trying to be romantic with you– buying your favorite street food and as well as act like a prince charming by carrying you when you said your feet hurt, it would be romantic if it weren't for him kidnapping you from your home and as well the two cloud knights who are walking behind you having to watch their dozing general being a love struck man. Unfortunately some urgent matters appear and Jing yuan had to Leave for a short time, not before giving you a peck and leaving with one of the cloud knight and leave another one to watch over you.
It wasn't long when you said to the cloud knights you were going to the bath room, this cloud knight seems to not take his job seriously. And when he realize his mistake, you were already gone.
Jing yuan is absolutely furious when he heard, the guard that he ordered didn't do his job– he will be punish later but right now the biggest problem is that you are free right now, he and his men search the market and interrogated the vendors saying that you were mentally unstable– suddenly a cloud knight near the area reported an erratic star skiff have crash hard due to its alarming, the pilot of the star skiff that crash was you.
Jing yuan immediately calls bailu to heal you, after the confirmation of you are fine but with some minor injuries to the body but the biggest concern is your head might suffer from damage due to the impact–yanqing waited in your bed side after hearing what happened.you wake up the next day, confused and scared like a person unaware of their surroundings – after learning who he and yanqing was, you losing your memory also means you don't remember the kidnapping so you naturally believe you and him marry for love, for the past few months keep you in this state due to how loving and caring you are as a wife and mother.
It's a complete family now for months people would assume you already recovered but in truth, the medicine that bailu given to make you recover was thrown or hide by him because he's not willing to lose this path–he wants this to stay forever.
Aventurine
During his mission in penancony, while he was busy– you were force to stay and wait for his return in his mansion in pier point. He's been gone for over a week now and by far all the matters in penancony and as well as the IPC plan to gained some leverage in penancony a successs right now all he needs to do is relax, he can't wait to see you again as well as seeing your reaction towards the mountains of gifts he bought for you.
He was relaxing until one of the guards he had stationed to watch over you sent a message that you had managed to escape. Instantly, he stood up and screamed, “WHAT?!” The guard had believed you were depressed and had locked yourself in your room, thinking you wouldn’t do anything. After all, every time the staff left food for you, it was always eaten. In reality, the catcakes Aventurine brought had been eating the food, and there was a decoy of you in the bed. By the time the guard realized the truth, it was already too late—Aventurine had already rushed back to Pier Point
Checking the security camera around the city, you manage to get into a ship by buying yourself a ticket and is now hiding in a nearby planet. Aventurine sends scouts to search for you to check the nearby star system, as well as researching whats the ship number and where did it land. They manage to pin point the location and personally go there with his subordinates, and when he did found you–you seem to be In a dazed state.
From the old woman who you were staying with, she said–that she found you unconscious in the forest–you seem to trip and fall, hitting your head in a stone nearby and after that you wake up with no recollection of who you are–Aventurine manage to convince the old woman that he is your husband by showing pictures from your wedding day.
After your return, you were shocked by how large the mansion is– as well as how generous aventurine is. This guy is your husband?–then why were you running, he's a sweety and spoiled you rotten. Your days are filled with luxury and affection by him, calling you his lucky charm, not to mention how adorable the cat cakes are–but something Is not right, the staff would look at you weirdly when you and him would act lovey dovey as well as the amount of security this mansion has. Aventurine said it's to keep people out– but it seems it's purpose is to keep something in. Aventurine been nothing but feel joy you finally love him and when you started to regain your memory, he would take out a pen device that he commission from the intelligencia guild that would wipe your memory in a flash.
Diluc
Like usual he has to leave you for his shift in angel share, he leaves and tells you to behave while also giving you a peck on the cheek and he's off. This been a daily routine ever since you've been taken to the dawn winery six months ago by the young master of it, he married in one of those months– people are confused the bachelor of mondstat is no longer available and is now taken. ( Donna crying at the corner ) Many are skeptical but see it as a good thing because the young master no longer has to spend his days alone.
While during rush hour of angel share, one of diluc people in dawn winery burst into the door as if they run from dawn winery to mondstat just to reach him– the news they brought was that you manage to escape from your restrained and run to the outside with nothing but your night gown, ignoring the maids attempts to prevent you from escaping–It was raining heavily so the road was slippery and that cause you to slip and got knock unconscious from the impact, Charles over his shift as he rush home to see if your fine– he open the masters bedroom where you and him sleep together and he found you being taken care of by Adeline who said that you were also having a fever due to the rain.
You weren't awake for three days and your condition seems to get worse, people heard of what happened to the lady of dawn winery and would sen get well soon flowers for you– diluc tried everything in his power and connection to find a way to heal you–barbara? Unfortunately didn't work, so he asked Alice for some advice and she said you would be fine.
He wasnt in angel share for three days due to him constantly watching over you, he was peacefully laying on his side when he felt a shift– you were awake and diluc instantly get up and ask if you were okay as well as using his hand to check your tempature. But from your facial expression you were red, and was wondering why is master diluc acting like a husband as well as laying on his bed. Barbara diagnosed you with amnesia so everything that happen with him is erase, diluc originally was distant wanting to give you space but since your determined to get closed to him– he let his guard down.
One week of your amnesia felt heave for him , you would help him in his duties while holding his hand and as well as exploring the vine yard with him–one of his favorite memory was you and him slow dancing in the living room, while music play in the background. Oh how he wish this would last long, but you started to show signs of getting your memory back-but don't worry he knows a potion that would erase your memory. He sees it as protecting you from the harsh truth but in reality it was him protecting his fantasy.
Alhaitham
After the fall of grand sage Azar, alhaitham was pointed to be the acting grand sage while nahadi try to found a person who suited the role–even though nahida offered it to him but due to alhaitham lack of interest in politics, once she found the right person and things stabalize he would return back into his old position as scribe.
So which means he will have more duties than usual, and would sometimes not come home at all but, he thought he could trust you to behave but you didn't. Because he was called back by kaveh who said that you weren't in the house and was discovered by tighnari who found you at a bottom of a cliff in the rain forest.
Your condition was critical and you were right now have your injuries wrap up by the forest rangers until alhaitham can get there to pick you up, and when he did arrive–tighnari updated him on your health saying that you were find but suffering from amnesia due to the fall, alhaitham was soon proven right because you were unable to recognize him at all. He explained that he is your husband and create a story that– you were on a camping trip but fall down a cliff after you slip.
He brings you home and reintroduce you to kaveh, who was also confused. He make sure items who made to much noise are in stable position because he's worried it might caused some damage to your now sensitive brain. You were confused about your surroundings and constantly ask about items, photos and trinkets as if you are relearning the world which is something alhaitham finds cute and adorable.
You started to rely on him and actually love him which is something he is so happy, your curiousity over everything is adorable for him not to mention on how you also started to love him making sure his favorite food and luch is there with him, and once he realize you started to gained memory–with detachment he sees it as a flawed factor to your lives and he used a potion to make sure you would forgotten everything so that you and him could be together again.
Ayato
Naturally being the head of the yashiro commission and leader of the shuumatsuban comes with cost of being busy and hands full, he rarely is at home and when he did it's in a rare occasion. You being the commissioner spouse is also obligated to help him and unburden your husband. But right now, ayato believes this matter is to complicated and complex for you to understand so he sends you home immediately, plus he usually enjoy seeing you waiting for him in the estate. He didn't thought that you might get attack by some assassin's who comes from another noble clan wanting to eliminate his spouse, hoping it would weaken him.
Fortunately, Sayu was there just in time to apprehend you and treat your injuries before they became fatal, but you are still in critical condition that needed to be treated right away. Ayato received the news and immediately stopped his work to rush back to see you. Your head was bandaged, and Ayaka was watching over you. Ayaka had always idolized you, and Ayato was so happy that she finally had a female role model. She had always wanted to spend time with you, asking for your views and opinions. To be honest, the reason she got into dancing was because of you. Back in your early days of marriage, when Ayaka was still young, you used to sleepwalk. You could always be found in the courtyard under the moonlight, dancing as a way to express yourself, since you could not openly share your feelings about how the marriage had been forced upon you.
Ayato would often watch you, admiring your movements as if you were dancing just for him. One night, Ayaka woke up and stumbled upon the scene. She was starstruck by your graceful movements. Now, in the present, she sees dancing as a way to express herself—and as a reminder of you, Ayato admitted that it was wrong for him to force the marriage on you, but he simply could not understand why you didn’t want it. He understood your feelings, yet he didn’t truly understand you – By far your marriage was a fruitful one, but still ayato felt that you don't love him as much as he loves you– he would kill for you.
After you regain your consciousness back, you are in a dazed and confused state– the healer said it might be amnesia and it will take time for you to recover your memory so he has to be patient, he took the week off to see your progress and let's just say he enjoyed your state too much, when you learn he is your husband –you started to prepare meals for hims and wanting to spend time with him, like going to a festival and watch the fireworks– plus he enjoyed your reaction on how you were shock you are married to him.
This is perfect and he is able to make it perfect forever as long as he want, as well as long you don't regain your memory back and it's a good thing he knows a way to erase the traces of your old memory with new or fake ones to feed you the fantasy, you and him are happy.
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ི𓏶 paring : mydei, phainon, anaxa, aventurine, blade x f!reader
ི𓏶 tws : nsfw / smut, multiple of rounds, breeding kink, creampie, anal sēx with anaxa, spanking, mydei puts you in a headlock, cockdrunk reader, hair pulling, size kink and tit play / fucking.
ི𓏶 synopsis : when he already stuffed you so many times, but he still wants more. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
ི𓏶 note : not proof read, sorry (or not)
★ MYDEIMOS !
Your voice had gone hoarse hours ago. You didn’t even know what time it was anymore, not with how many times Mydei had made you come, how many times he’d stuffed you so full of his cock you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but take it.
You were on all fours, or you had been, until your arms gave out and left you face down in the pillows, drool staining the sheets, your body limp but still trembling. Your thighs were sticky and slick with a sinful mix of spit, sweat, and so much cum. His cum—thick and hot and leaking out of your pussy with every thrust, only for him to fuck it right back in like he couldn’t stand the idea of you wasting a single drop.
And he wasn’t slowing down.
“Mydei—fuck—please, no more,” you whimper, voice shaking, ruined.
He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you upright, your spine arching sharply against his strong chest as his other arm snakes around your neck and locks you in a chokehold. His bicep flexes against your cheek, his scent all around you—spicy, warm, suffocating. His. You’re wrapped in him, trapped in him, and you’ve never felt more claimed.
“No more?” he growls, lips brushing your ear. “You say that every time, little thing. And every fuckin’ time, this sweet cunt pulls me in tighter, like it can’t live without my cock inside it.”
You whimper again as he slams into you from behind, brutally deep, your pussy already so sore and swollen from the last few rounds that your body just twitches. Your eyes roll back. You’re not even sure if you’re moaning or sobbing at this point—maybe both.
His cock feels massive. Each thrust splits you open all over again, dragging along your walls with obscene wet noises, and when he reaches down and presses a possessive hand to your lower tummy, you nearly scream.
“Feel that?” he pants, rough and close. “That bulge right there? That’s me. That’s how deep I am in you. Stretchin’ out your guts so good, you can’t even talk straight anymore.”
He lets go of your neck only to shove you back down into the mattress, your face crushed to the sheets as he lifts your hips higher and pounds into you like he’s lost his fucking mind. You can hear him snarling behind you, feel the heavy slap of his hips against your ass, and worst of all—you love it.
Your pussy gushes around him, your body begging for more even as you cry into the pillows. Your thoughts are gone. All you know is him. His name, his cock, his cum—him.
“You’re mine,” he snarls, gripping your hips so tight you’ll bruise. “This pussy’s mine. I’m gonna fill you up again, stuff you until it’s leaking outta you for hours.”
“M-Mydei—‘m full—‘m too full, can’t—!”
He laughs, “You think I care? You think I give a fuck if you’re full? You’re gonna take every last drop. You’re gonna thank me for it.”
Your walls clamp down on him again, another orgasm wracking your body as his thrusts grow sloppy, rougher. You feel it—feel the twitch in his cock, the way his grip tightens as he grunts through gritted teeth.
And then he’s spilling inside you again, hot and thick, pumping rope after rope of cum deep into your womb like he’s trying to breed you.
You’re boneless, brainless, cock-drunk and twitching as he leans over your back, panting.
But he doesn’t pull out.
Instead, he stays there, buried deep, grinding slow and lazy like he’s still hungry.
And he is.
“Still not enough,” he whispers, voice full of dangerous need. “I want you dripping with me. I want your belly round with it. I want to fuck you until the only thing you know is me.”
You shiver.
You’re not sure how much more you can take.
But Mydei?
He’s just getting started.
Your body barely registers when he shifts you, arms sliding beneath your trembling thighs as he lifts you effortlessly into a new position—your back against the bed, legs bent, knees touching your chest. The way he folds you up so tightly leaves your soaked, ruined cunt wide open for him, still drooling his seed like your pussy’s forgotten how to close.
He stares.
Mydei kneels between your legs, his cock still rock hard, slick with the mess of your shared lust, twitching against your overstimulated folds. His eyes are dark—possessed. Hungry. Like he’s worshipping what he’s broken.
“Look at this perfect fuckhole,” he mutters, dragging two fingers through your slit, spreading it, watching the way your hole flutters and leaks. “So full of me… but not enough. Never enough.”
You can’t speak. All you can do is blink up at him, dazed and flushed, your hair a tangled halo, lips parted and damp with spit. He leans down slowly, pressing a single kiss to your stomach.
“Gonna fill this up, sweet thing,” he murmurs against your skin. “Make it swell. Gonna stuff you ‘til you can’t walk. ‘Til there’s no question who you belong to.”
And then he pushes in again.
You cry out, back arching, toes curling as his cock spears into your wrecked cunt, inch by thick inch, until he bottoms out once more. The stretch is brutal. Delicious. Your walls clamp around him helplessly, milking him like your body’s desperate for his seed, even if your mind is long gone.
He groans—deep. His hands grip your hips hard, dragging you down to meet each punishing thrust as he starts again, faster this time. The sound of your bodies slapping together echoes in the room, wet and obscene, drowned only by the tiny, broken noises spilling from your throat.
“Take it. Take it all,” he snarls, voice feral. “This pretty little cunt’s mine. I’ll breed you until you're ruined.”
He leans forward, mouth brushing against your ear, and whispers, “What would you do if I knocked you up right now? Hm? Would you cry? Beg me not to do it again? Or would you spread your legs wider like a good slut and let me put another one in you?”
Your cunt spasms around him violently.
“Fuck—there it is,” he growls, slamming in harder. “You want it. You fucking love this.”
Tears prick your eyes, your body unable to stop responding. Your thighs shake around his waist, your nails dig into his back, and another orgasm rips through you, your pussy spasming around his cock, sucking him in deeper.
Mydei doesn’t let up. He grabs your hips and thrusts through it, like he’s trying to fuck your orgasm out of you and stuff another one in its place.
His voice is ragged, breathless. “I can feel your cunt begging me. You want me to breed you again? Say it.”
You sob, choking on your words. “Y-Yes—Mydei—want it—want you to—please—!”
That’s all he needs.
He grabs your thighs, pins them down as his thrusts become savage, reckless, and then he groans deep in his chest, spilling inside you again. Hot, thick ropes of cum flood your womb, and he keeps going, rutting through his release like he’s chasing another one. Your belly squishes under his weight, already bulging from how big he is, and he presses a palm to it possessively.
“Mine.” His voice is a whisper, trembling with obsession. “I’m gonna keep you like this. Round. Full. Dripping. You're not leaving this bed ‘til I’ve filled you enough to keep me in there for weeks.”
Your vision blurs. Your head lolls to the side. But your body? It clings to him, trembling and soaked, aching for more.
And Mydei?
He’s still hard.
★ PHAINON !
Your thighs are already trembling when Phainon lays you back down, his warm palms gliding along the curve of your waist with reverent care. His touch is gentle, but firm—deliberate. He spreads your legs with his knees, eyes drinking you in like you’re something holy.
“Sweet thing,” he whispers, voice low and smooth, “You’re shaking. Want me to stop?”
You shake your head instantly, breathless and already dazed. Your body’s sore, twitching, and filled with his cum from the last round, but the ache between your legs hasn’t faded. If anything, it’s only gotten worse with how slowly he moves, how softly he touches.
His lips curl into the faintest smile as he leans down, brushing a kiss over your breast, his tongue flicking out to tease your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. You arch into the heat of it, whimpering when his teeth graze you. One hand kneads your other breast, fingers gentle but possessive, tugging and pinching your nipple until you’re moaning softly beneath him.
“Such perfect tits,” he murmurs, voice low against your skin. “So soft—so full. I could spend hours here.”
You gasp when his hips shift forward, his cock sliding against your slick folds—already hard again, thick and heavy with need. He groans when he feels how soaked you still are.
“Still so wet for me… you really can’t get enough, can you?”
He lifts your hips gently and presses in slow, the stretch making your breath catch in your throat. He’s big—your walls part around him gradually, your body trembling as he sinks deeper and deeper. His forehead rests against yours as he pushes all the way in, and he moans your name softly when he bottoms out.
“There we go,” he breathes. “That’s it, darling. Taking me so well.”
You let out a soft cry as he begins to move—gentle rolls of his hips that press his cock deep, slow enough for you to feel every inch. Your body welcomes him eagerly, even through the soreness. You can feel the way you’re stretched around him, your body molded to him like it’s the only thing that makes sense anymore.
Then, without warning, his hand slides to your thigh and lifts your leg higher. He angles his hips slightly and spanks you—once, a soft, stinging slap to your ass cheek.
You gasp, blinking up at him, but he only smiles—gentle, sweet, but with a flash of something darker in his eyes.
“You like that,” he says, spanking you again. “I can feel your cunt squeezing me when I do it.”
You whimper, clinging to his shoulders as he starts to thrust harder, faster—still controlled, still loving, but with a rhythm that speaks of deeper hunger.
He dips his head to your chest again, sucking one nipple into his mouth and groaning against it while his cock glides in and out of your soaked, fluttering heat. The squelch of it is wet, constant, obscene. You’re losing yourself to the pleasure again, walls spasming around him every time he rocks deep.
“I want to fill you up again,” he breathes against your skin. “Want to watch it spill out of you… want to know you’re carrying me.”
You sob softly, tears brimming as your body tightens again. “Please—please, Phainon—want it—want you to—”
“I know, sweet girl. I know,” he soothes, nuzzling your cheek. “You’ll get it. I’ll give you everything.”
He picks up the pace, hips smacking against your thighs as he fucks into you with loving urgency. His hand slips between your bodies to your lower belly, pressing down gently so he can feel himself moving inside you.
“Right there,” he pants. “Right there. That’s where I want it.”
Your walls flutter helplessly as your orgasm hits you, sudden and hot, your entire body arching as you moan his name over and over. Phainon groans deeply, his hands tightening on your hips as he pushes in all the way and stills.
His cock twitches inside you as he cums—thick, hot ropes pouring into your already full pussy. His breath shakes as he holds you there, locked to your trembling body, letting every drop settle as deep as it can go.
“There we are,” he whispers, kissing your temple. “You’re mine now. Full of me. Just like I wanted.”
And as you tremble beneath him, dazed and stretched and leaking, Phainon only pulls you close and rocks his hips again—soft, steady, as if he has no intention of stopping.
★ ANAXAGORAS !
Your legs are trembling where they hang off the edge of the bed, your chest heaving, nipples still swollen from his mouth. You don’t even have time to catch your breath before Anaxa grabs your hips again, fingers sinking into your skin as he pulls you back toward him with a hungry, sharp thrust.
“Still not full enough,” he mutters, voice silk-wrapped steel. “You’re going to take every fucking drop I give you.”
He’s not rough—not brutal—but purposeful, bold. Every move calculated. He doesn’t lose control. He guides it.
His cock is buried deep inside you again, slender hips flush against your ass as he groans low in his throat. You’re soaked, throbbing, stretched from how many times he’s already filled you, but Anaxa just leans over you, mouth trailing along your collarbone, and coos, “You can handle more, can’t you? Don’t play shy now, not when your body’s begging like this.”
You moan, nearly sobbing when he rolls his hips, dragging the full length of his cock through your swollen cunt. Your walls tighten around him, still fluttering from the last time he came inside you.
“You want it,” he whispers against your ear, his slender fingers trailing up to toy with your sensitive nipples. “Want to be full of me, leaking down your thighs, marked so deep your body can’t forget me.”
You nod, frantic, keening when he pinches a nipple and rolls it between his fingers, sending another jolt through your core. He watches your face the whole time, pupils blown wide, breath hot against your cheek.
Then he pulls out, slow, letting your body feel the loss of him. You whimper—until you feel his fingers press against your ass, slick and confident.
“Shh,” he murmurs. “I told you I wasn’t done.”
You feel the tip of his cock nudge your other hole, and your body tenses instinctively. But Anaxa is patient, steady—he leans down, tongue flicking your nipple while his cock presses in slow, opening you up with agonizing precision.
Your breath catches, your fingers claw at the sheets as he stretches your ass wider, inch by inch, until he’s seated fully inside you. Your pussy clenches helplessly around nothing, twitching, as the new stretch sends sparks flying up your spine.
“You’re shaking,” he purrs, one hand sliding between your legs to press gently at your slick folds. “But look at you—still dripping. Even your cunt misses me.”
He starts moving.
Deep, grinding thrusts that force your body to take him fully, completely. The stretch is sharper, tighter, your whimpers high and breathy as he fucks your ass and plays with your clit, pinching and rubbing while his other hand twists your nipple again.
“I’ll fill every hole you have,” he whispers, breath hot against your cheek. “You’ll be dripping from both, trembling and ruined. My perfect little thing.”
Your orgasm hits suddenly, violently. Your thighs spasm, your walls clench around empty air, and your cries are muffled by his shoulder as he keeps you steady. Then Anaxa groans low—deep, throaty—and slams in hard, staying there as he cums deep inside your ass, filling you with his seed like he owns you.
You’re gasping, twitching, drooling a little as he slowly pulls out, letting his cum spill down your thighs. But even then, he doesn’t stop.
He reaches between your legs again.
“We’re not done yet,” he says, gently easing his cock back into your raw, stretched pussy. “One more time, sweet thing. Gotta make sure it takes.”
And with a slow roll of his hips, Anaxa starts again.
★ AVENTURINE !
“Still with me, darling?”
Aventurine’s voice is velvety smooth, slick with charm and sharp as a dagger. His hand tilts your chin up so your dazed eyes meet his, the corners of his mouth curling when he sees how ruined you already are. Your thighs are trembling, skin marked by his touch, lips parted with soft, breathy gasps—but you nod, needy, desperate.
“Good. I’d hate to think I broke you this early,” he purrs, brushing his fingers down your cheek before sliding them along the curve of your breast.
You gasp when his palm cups it—warm, firm, deliberate. He thumbs your nipple, watching the way it stiffens beneath his touch, then leans down and presses a kiss to the other one, lips soft before he bites—just enough to make your hips buck. You arch into him, whimpering as he sucks, teeth grazing the swollen nub with just enough pressure to keep you breathless.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to ruin you like this,” he whispers, voice dipped in velvet. “All those little looks. All that shy squirming. You were practically begging for it.”
You try to speak, but your words melt into a moan when he pulls your nipple with his teeth, then releases it with a soft pop. His hands slide down to your hips—greedy, possessive—and he slots himself between your thighs again.
His cock presses to your entrance, and he lets it linger there, not moving. Just watching you squirm, watching your hole flutter and clench, your cunt slick and twitching around nothing, desperate to be filled again. Aventurine hums, amused, the sound low in his throat as he runs the tip of his cock through your folds, gathering the mess that’s already dripping from you.
“You’re trembling,” he murmurs, dragging the swollen head over your clit in a slow circle before teasing your entrance again. “You want it that badly?”
You nod frantically, but that’s not enough for him. He fists a hand in your hair and pulls—not too hard, but just enough to make your spine arch and your gasp catch in your throat.
“Use your words, sweetheart,” he says with a smirk, voice dangerous in its playfulness. “Tell me what you want.”
“Want your cock,” you whimper, dazed and desperate. “Please—put it in, I want it so bad—”
“See?” he coos, releasing your hair just to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Good little thing. Always knew you’d beg beautifully.”
Then, with one firm thrust, he slides into you—slow, but unrelenting. You feel every inch as he fills you, stretching you around his thick length until he’s buried deep, his hips flush to yours. You cry out, gripping his arms, thighs trembling under the pressure of it.
Aventurine groans, low and heady, leaning in to bite at your neck while his cock pulses inside you.
“Fuck, you feel perfect. Like you were made for me.” He draws back just a bit, then rolls his hips in a grinding thrust that punches a whimper from your throat. “And this greedy little pussy? Already sucking me back in.”
He starts moving—slow, deep thrusts that make your breath hitch with every push. One hand stays on your hip, but the other slides up, tracing your breast again, toying with your sensitive nipple until you’re writhing beneath him. You’re dripping, squelching with every roll of his hips, the heat in your belly coiling tighter and tighter.
“I’m going to breed you,” he says casually, like it’s already decided. “Going to fuck it so deep into you, you’ll still be feeling me tomorrow. Maybe longer.”
You sob softly, overwhelmed, and that only makes him chuckle.
“Don’t go shy on me now. You were the one begging, weren’t you?” He leans close, lips brushing your ear. “You wanted to be full, didn’t you? To carry something of mine?”
He grabs your hair again, gently tugging so he can see your face—lips bitten, eyes glassy, tears catching on your lashes.
“Answer me, sweetheart.”
“Y-Yes,” you gasp. “Want it—want you to cum inside—please—”
He groans through gritted teeth and slams into you harder, his pace picking up, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. Your tits bounce with every thrust, nipples raw from his touch, and he doesn’t stop playing with them, tugging and rolling until you’re crying out his name over and over.
“I’ll give it to you,” he pants. “I’ll fill this perfect little cunt, fuck it so deep you won’t be able to think about anything else—”
You unravel under him, body spasming around his cock as your orgasm hits like a wave crashing through your spine. Your back arches, mouth falling open in a broken moan, and your cunt clenches around him so tightly he falters for a second, groaning loud and deep from the sudden squeeze.
“Fuck—look at you,” Aventurine hisses, watching you come undone beneath him, his eyes drinking in every twitch and gasp. “So beautiful when you break like this.”
He doesn’t slow down. If anything, he chases your high, fucking you through your climax with a determined rhythm, hand still tangled in your hair, the other returning to your breast to squeeze and tug with greedy precision. You’re shaking, body limp beneath him, but you don’t beg him to stop. You can’t. Not when every thrust makes you clench harder, makes more slick spill from your overstimulated cunt.
“You’re going to take every drop,” he pants, voice wrecked now, the usual composure slipping as he grinds into you, faster, rougher. “I want it dripping out of you. Down your thighs. On the sheets. You’ll smell like me for days.”
Your head rolls back with a sob as his hand slides down, fingers pressing against your clit in tight, perfect circles. He’s everywhere—filling you, touching you, whispering filth against your throat—and your overstimulated body just keeps responding, pleasure building again so fast it knocks the breath out of you.
“A-Aventurine—” you choke, voice shaking, but he cuts you off with a kiss—wet, hot, claiming.
“I know, baby. I know. Give me one more.”
With your cunt clenching desperately around him, he groans sharply and slams in one last time—deep, to the hilt—as his cock twitches violently. Heat floods your insides as he cums, spilling everything inside you in slow, pulsing waves. He stays there, hips pressed to yours, body shuddering through the pleasure as he groans into your neck.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he breathes, grinding his hips just once more, forcing his seed deeper. “That’s my good girl. Taking every last drop.”
You’re a mess beneath him—legs spread, skin flushed, cum already leaking from your stretched hole—but he’s still kissing your cheek, still stroking your hair like you’re a precious thing he just unwrapped.
And even as he pulls out, slow and careful, letting the mess between your thighs spill freely, he smirks down at you and whispers, “You’re not done, are you? Because I haven’t even started rolling the dice yet.”
★BLADE !
There’s a moment—silent, still—where Blade just looks at you, eyes narrowed, chest rising slow and deep. He’s already hard, cock flushed and twitching with restraint, but he doesn’t lunge at you like an animal. No. That’s not his way. Blade's discipline makes him more dangerous.
You're lying back, bare and breathless, skin flushed under his intense gaze. He kneels over you, cock in hand, dragging the leaking tip slowly up your chest until it rests right between your breasts.
“You’ll hold them,” he orders, voice low and cold like tempered steel. “Let me feel them wrap around me.”
You obey instantly, fingers trembling as you press your tits together. The second they close around him, Blade thrusts forward—slow at first, testing, watching the way your softness molds around his cock. His lips twitch upward, barely a smile, just a sign that he approves.
“So soft,” he mutters, moving again. His length glides easily through the valley of your chest, wet from precum and heat. “This is how a body should serve—warm, trembling, obedient.”
He keeps your head still with a sharp tug of your hair, making you look up at him while he fucks your tits in steady, calculated strokes. The head of his cock nudges your lips with each thrust, and when you open your mouth instinctively, he groans—low and guttural.
“Open wider.”
You do, and his cock pushes just past your lips on the next roll of his hips. Just the tip, just enough to taste him. He grunts in satisfaction, slowing down only to drag the head of his cock across your tongue before pulling away entirely.
“That’s enough. I need more from you now.”
He releases your hair and slides down your body, hands gripping your thighs, spreading them so wide your hips ache. His body presses against yours, and his cock lines up to your dripping hole, already fluttering and slick from the teasing. You feel the weight of him at your entrance, the girth, the heat—and your whole body tenses in anticipation.
Blade doesn’t warn you. He pushes in with a brutal snap of his hips, burying himself to the hilt in one motion. Your back arches off the sheets as you cry out, the stretch too much, too fast—and he just leans over you, exhaling through gritted teeth.
“Perfect,” he growls, voice rough and almost breathless. “You take me like you were made for it.”
He starts to move—deep, unforgiving thrusts that make your entire body jolt beneath him. His pace is sharp and relentless, his grip bruising as he pulls your hips up to meet every thrust. You’re already dripping around him, and the sound of skin slapping echoes through the room, loud and wet.
Your moans get louder—messier—especially when his mouth finds your breast, biting your nipple until you yelp. He soothes it with his tongue, only to tug it again between his teeth. You can’t think. You can barely breathe.
“Keep crying,” he snarls against your chest. “I want to hear everything.”
He shifts your legs higher over his shoulders and fucks down into you with cruel precision. Your body shakes with every thrust, heat building faster than you can control it.
“You want my cum?” he asks, cock grinding deep against your cervix. “Want me to ruin this pussy from the inside out?”
“Yes—yes, please—”
“Then take it.”
Blade grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. His other hand snakes into your hair again, tugging your head back so he can kiss you—claim you—while his cock slams into you faster. Your cunt flutters, tightens, and you scream against his lips as your orgasm hits, hard and shattering. You clamp down around him, sucking him in, and that’s what tears his restraint apart.
He groans—loud, rough, guttural—and slams in deep, hips pressed tight to yours as he cums hard. His cock throbs inside you, spilling thick, hot ropes of cum directly into your womb. He holds you like that, unmoving, his body shaking from the release, letting every last drop spill into you.
You whimper, feeling it flood you, fill you, drip down your thighs even while he’s still inside.
Blade doesn’t pull out immediately. He stays there, buried to the base, panting quietly against your neck, his long hair sticking to his face and chest.
“Good girl,” he finally murmurs. “Now keep it in.”
He pulls out slowly, watching with a hungry stare as his cum leaks from your ruined pussy. He runs two fingers through the mess and shoves it back inside you.
“We’re not finished,” he adds, voice low and final. “I’ll breed you again and again until your body knows nothing but me.”
