Elixxn

I only use this acc to read and reblog smut fics xx

[noraaron]

consuming hananene content 24/7 isnt enough I need them injected into my bloodstream

[sleepingdeath-light]

greedy ; 18+

kinktober day seven

pairing ; golden cheese cookie x cis female!reader insert

fandom ; cookie run

masterlists ; fandom | kinktober | ao3

content ; dominant!golden cheese cookie, submissive!reader, overstimulation, dumbification kink, hand job (fem receiving), use of toys/strap-on, vaginal penetration

minors and ageless blogs do not interact

Golden Cheese Cookie was greedy.

That fact was so widely known that even those who had never personally laid eyes upon the Golden Sovereign could recall that trait of hers as readily as they could her given name. And she never made any attempts to disprove such claims either. No. Instead she basked in them, revelled in her reputation and carried that title forward with such smug pride and regality that her subjects began to think of ‘greed’ as being synonymous with life within the Golden Cheese Kingdom.

Though few knew just how deep the winged queen’s greed truly ran. How her need for more extended well past her overflowing treasuries and bountiful banquets and endless celebrations — how it bled through to her treatment of the lucky few she brought to her chambers.

But you knew firsthand just how greedy she could be and you revelled in it.

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All you can think about is her.

Her lips, warm and soft and wet, pressing against the fluttering pulse point on your throat. She’s saying… something. You’re too far gone to process exactly what it is, and your hearing is so muffled that you almost feel like your head is underwater, but you can feel her breath puffing against your skin as she laughs around a word or two. It might have been your name (what is your name? all you can think of is hers…), or perhaps her favourite pet name for you (my treasure… yes, you hope it was that), but more likely it was encouragement or a plea to give her more. She always wanted more and you always had more to give.

Her teeth, pleasantly sharp as she playfully nips at that spot that never fails to make you whimper and moan no matter how hoarse your voice may be. And you do, of course. And you can feel her laugh more than you can hear it. And a small, distantly aware part of you hopes that this moment lasts forever.

Her fingers, slender and long and calloused from decades of fighting with her spear, lazily playing with your soaked and spent pussy while her other hand held you firmly in place as you squirmed and trembled through another toe-curling orgasm. Your pleasure fogged mind is barely able to keep up with the patterns she’s tracing onto your swollen nub, awareness plateauing at the fact that she’s doing something with some purpose (because she always is) before your mind clouds over and all you’re able to do is whine out the slurred syllables of her name and a cock-drunk plea that even you don’t understand as you’re thrown over the edge once again.

Her strap, eye-wateringly thick and just long enough to reach that spot that always has you seeing stars, filling and stretching your gushing hole over and over again as she continues to fuck up into your spent body. Every orgasm that wreaked your body made it both thankfully easier and more deliciously agonising for the girthy toy to slide in and out of your abused entrance, the pain of the stretch mixing with the overwhelming pleasure of climax after climax until you were too far gone to do anything but sit limply in your sovereign’s arms as she used you for her own amusement.

You must look truly debauched by now — you always looked completely and utterly ruined after she was done with you — but you can’t even bring yourself to care. You can barely even bring yourself to think anymore, so far down in sub space that the world beyond her touch and this moment have ceased to exist.

All you can think about, in those fractured moments between one orgasm and the next where the fog clears enough for you to think at all, is her and how grateful you are for her greediness… even if you may need to take a break soon.

Even the greediest of submissives, it seems, have their limits and your beloved may be close to finding yours.

[elixxn]

Im lesbian

[rainysofsunshineao3]

Perhaps the only wlm ship i actually appreciate and am obsessed with.

[tartutuu]

I'm sane (i am in fact planning to draw him every weak every SUNDAY until he gets released)

[mistle10]

Rating: 18+, NSFW 🔞

Minors DNI

Pairing: Lyney x fem afab reader

Type/word count: one-shot, 1132 words.

Content: daddy as a title in a sexual way, deep penetration

Plot: Lyney loves it when you call him daddy.

☆Read under the line☆

Some may speculate it has something to do with his ambitions to overtake his "father" at the House of the Hearth, or perhaps it comes from his lack of a stable environment. Or, the most likely scenario being that Lyney just loves it when you call him daddy.

Sure, maybe he isn't built the most conventionally for a task like that. But it doesn't matter how he's built when you're trembling under him, whimpering out shaky little pleas for him not to stop as his cock fills you.

"Lyney~" you gasped, nails digging into his biceps as you held tight onto his arms.

His hips met flush against yours with every stroke, the curve of his cock pressing so perfectly against every sensitive spot inside you.

Every squelch, every schlp just proved your arousal, your own wetness mixed with his cum dripping down your thighs as he fucked his previous load deep inside you.

His teeth nipped softly at the flesh of your ear, groaning quietly. His nails dug ever so slightly into your thighs as he gripped them tightly, pushing them back against your stomach to deepen the reach of his cock.

"What else do I like?" He purred, the gentle vibrations of his words against the cuff of your ear making you shudder.

You tried to stutter the word out, -the one he really wanted you to use- but it was so hard to form a coherent sentence when such a deep and thorough fucking was turning your brain to mush.

When you were finally able to form the words, you stammered out a needy whimper.

"Daddy~"

Lyney hid his grin by keeping himself close to your ear, a satisfied chuckle escaping. You were so precious.

"Who's that?" He teased, sucking a hickey into the skin right under your ear. He rolled his hips against yours, driving himself deep.

You couldn't help but whine.

Despite his stature, Lyney was surprisingly strong, keeping your thigh pinned with one hand as the other moved to grasp your hip for more leverage. Your trembling hips dipped into the mattress with every press of his cock inside you, and it was heaven.

"Y- you, Lyney..." you stammered, almost losing your breath as his hand moved back down from your hip between your legs.

Slim fingers dipped into your wet folds, Lyney's long nails brushing you as he stroked your clit in small, tight circles.

"Aa- ahn...!" You cried out,

"That's riiiight." He whispered in a teasing tone, his arms wrapped tightly around you and his fingers digging gently into the small of your back once more. "Who loves it when daddy takes care of her?"

"I- I love it-" you choked out.

"You do..." He murmured in a slightly mocking tone, his arms wrapped around you still, but he was starting to go a little faster now as he heard your trembling breaths. "Who's daddy's good girl?" He murmured, pressing gentle kisses along your collarbone.

A deep shudder ran through you as his voice murmured against your chest, the low tone vibrating softly.

You cried out, and he left some soft kisses up toward your neck again, sucking on the delicate skin with deft lips.

"Hm?"

"I- I'm..." you groaned, "I am...!" The gasp that left your throat was interrupted with a high moan as Lyney gave a deeper thrust, his hips pushing yours further into the mattress.

You could feel his smirk on your neck. How smug he could be, it could drive you crazy if you could think about anything except for how he filled you.

"Who?" Lyney practically purred, punctuating that evil word with another deep press of his hips.

You gasped, teeth bearing into his shoulder if only for a moment. It was getting so, so hard to think. That man was surely a sadist, savoring how you squirmed and mewled from how red hot his kisses were on your skin.

"Meee," you whimpered, voice trembling. "I'm y.. your- your, g... your good girl-"

Lyney groaned, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest.

"Fuck... yes, you are," he whispered, his pace getting more and more impatient as the cord began to wind in his stomach. Each snap of his hips brushed harshly against your velvet walls, his perfect length barely bumping your cervix in a way that made you scream. His cock practically bullied into you, the slickness of your arousal making each drag against your g-spot even more ethereal. Both his name and his title fell off your lips like a prayer, desperate pleas for more sending a pang of arousal right to his stomach.

"Daddy... daddy, p... please- Lyney..." you whined, lashes fluttering shut against your cheeks.

"Oh, darling-..." Lyney whispered. It was as if you couldn't even form proper sentences, your brain scrambled from the white hot pleasure. Still, even though this thick brain fog, you could still detect the subtle shake of his breath, the stutter of his hips as he was just as close as you were.

It was like your insides were perfectly molded just for him, his cock filling you so perfectly. Perfect. Thats all he could think about, how perfectly you moaned, how you fit so perfectly around him, how you took him oh, so unbelievably well.

"My baby girl..."

You were, that's all you wanted to be; his baby girl.

Lyney could see the way your body shuddered against him, and it sent a shiver down his spine.

Finally- finally, the cord snapped. You cried out, keening as you clenched, that hot rush of pleasure flooding your mind, thoughts blanking out anything other than the bliss that Lyney gave you. As your soft walls tightened around him, Lyney unwound quickly, a moan escaping his lips as he gasped, twitching as he spilled his seed inside of you.

Finally, the heat between you began to settle. The room was quiet now, aside from your shared panting and the soft sound of occasional kisses.

"Lyney..." you whispered, but you had nothing to say.

His pointed nose nuzzled against your neck, head resting on your chest now.

"Y/N..." he breathed out, hands stroking along your sides and hips in a comforting way.

You could feel the way his cum leaked out, dripping down into the sheets below you, but neither of you cared right now. Lyney peppered soft, loving kisses onto your heated skin, his comfort more than enough love.

He closed his eyes, blonde hair brushing against you as he nuzzled closer once again.

"You did so well, mon coeur..." he whispered, "just for me, like always."

When you yawned, Lyney's shoulders shook a little with a quiet chuckle, before his slim yet strong arms pulled you closer, tighter.

"Let's go to sleep, hm? We can take a bath together later."

[elixxn]

idk dom lyney so goodd

[anantaru]

synopsis. sunday loves having you close, yes, he really wants to be in control <3

cw. mating press, possessive sunday ?? <3 fem! reader

you cling tightly to sunday's shoulders as your mind drowns the second he has your legs pinned against your chest, the reflecting line and curve of his shadow casted upon your writhing body.

you attempt to arch your back through the crowded position as he moans your name, his angelic voice returning to the soft ring in his utterance.

sunday looks at you with hooded eyew, his body's reaction sensitive when you're taking him so well and effortlessly— your trace and squeeze alone was strong enough to override anything floating in his mind, paining his psyche.

his wet lips press against your forehead as he thrusts his hips forward, his palms sweetly placed over your head so he wouldn't accidentally knock you against the bed frame.

oh well, sunday can be sweet, yes, he just prefers to show you when you're alone and folded in half.

yet he always hopes to apply the best feeling of friction that would tip you over the edge, never faltering in watching you with the lightest brush of lips over your face— it's endless, you could feel the way he guided himself inside, his tip pressing there, his scent everywhere and the deep cram of his cock pulsing all the way to your stomach.

touching, more, teasing each other, a smile dancing in his eyes, skin brushing, rubbing against desire as he rolls his hips once more, driving his cock deeper, opening you up just that much more. 

your hands clench into his hair as his hips jerk forward, pure, crystalized need surging through the bends of your body as your heart pounds heavily in your chest, your ears ringing with its beating the more you took him in, the clearer you felt the searing warmth that radiated out from the puncture of his cock.

"easy now, easy, no need for haste, i will wait for you to get used to it," sunday exhales, eagerness lingering behind those pretty words of his, "—used to me," as his voice held the tone of domination with a softness that does not go undetected, a verbal stroking that would always make you feel warm and protected.

you indulge in it, no choice but to whine his name as his body settles into the low hum of desire.

your walls wrap around him inch by inch, hands clenching as you sought to get used to being folded in half, the glitter in the corner of your eyes hinting of the aching swell of him, the delicious burn capturing all corners and angles.

your skin was hot, shivering and filled with his thick erection as his shaft twitches inside of you, over and over, burning its massive shape into your walls as his length sent vigorous waves all to your belly.

it's easy for sunday to get you to that point— to make you feel enthralled, happy, aroused, all until you messily spill your arousal and cum hard, your noises forming into shaky whimpers as your body responds in ways you wouldn't have believed were possible.

was it too much for you? yes and no, you see— you needed this, holding close to all the sensation and wanting to do more than feel him move in you. your hips jerk up and you shudder beneath him, the limit of your breathing too, in danger the more he filled you up.

it's when you realise it truly— you could drown in this pleasure, take it and use it.

possessing, owning one, just one, just you.

sunday was aware that he shouldn't luxuriate in dreaming about being painfully possessive of you in unhealthy ways— always attempting of letting go of his controlling tendencies regarding his jealousy and madness, never succeeding, always failing.

a whirlwind of emotions he cannot explain.

so each night, he decides to show you his passionate emotions instead. the ones he hardly can utter himself.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[recareels]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ what they’re like during sex (aka how they fuck!)

anonymous asked: how do you think sunday and aventurine are during sex?

characters: aventurine, sunday warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, fem reader, rough sex, marking, overstimulation, consensual noncon, dacryphilia, implied blood, implied degradation words: 1k

⋆₊˚⊹♡ aventurine

aventurine is sadistic 97% of the time. aventurine needs to constantly push things to the extreme, to the very edge of a perilous cliff, in order to feel anything at all. as such, i think he has pretty hard kinks (cnc, heavy degradation + dumbification, marking/branding, impact play, bondage play, power dynamics but never total power exchange (he wants some fight in you or else it’s boring), dacryphilia, intoxicated sex/intoxication, exhibitionism in very risky locations). his cursed luck enables him to get sex easily and quickly, so simple vanilla romps just don’t do it for him. there’s no thrill, no spark, no fun, especially if the person is faceless, nameless, and thrown away the next day. 

soft sex isn’t impossible with him but it is extremely rare, and you’d have to 1. be someone incredibly close and trusted to him, and 2. catch him at the right time, in the right mood (which is to say, he’d need to be really fucking upset, and be seeking solace or comfort in the form of flesh and pleasure). if you do manage to meet those two conditions, then consider yourself very lucky—you’re seeing a side of him that no one is ever allowed to see: small, vulnerable, weak. in a way, aventurine’s soft sex is more real, more raw. it’s honest; it’s hurtful. it isn’t exactly gentle, but it is slow and a stark contrast to his usual style of fucking, with all of it’s bites and bruises and blood. his breath is shattered, exhaled across your skin in shaky shards—half-stifled gasps that he tries to swallow against, nearly choking in the process; raspy moans that snag on sobs, stuttering painfully in his chest. 

when he gets like this, he needs to fuck you in some form of missionary, needs to see your face and feel your breath, needs to crush his lips to yours as his eyes squeeze shut, tears leaking from the corners to pool along the seams of your conjoined mouths. he ruts into you in an unhurried but steady tempo, each thrust deep and drawn out, almost as if he’s taking a moment to memorize you—the trembling of your flesh when his hips collide with your ass, the fluttering of your hole around his shaft. when he cums on these nights, it isn’t brutal and frenzied the way it normally is, with jackhammering hips and snarled words; it’s with his cock buried in your body, head pressed flush to your aching cervix, hips gyrating in small, tight circles, grinding his cum into your sensitive flesh. it’s almost as if he’s attempting to burrow into you, to find a safe space, carve out a home for himself, and stay there forever. 

aventurine is also extremely loud and extremely vocal. his dirty talk is impeccable, and his tone ranges from sugary sweet condescension, gooey words oozing from his lips like slow, silky syrup, to sharp and vicious, razored insults spit from his mouth as if they had sliced his tongue, hurled at you like daggers. his moans are clear and resonant, and he can get a little whiny when he’s close. he definitely has a penchant for sucking in air through his teeth in a harsh hiss (often chased by a deranged chuckle)—when he first sinks into your hole, tight and unprepared; when you bite him back twice as hard and pierce his skin; when you rip out a chunk of his hair, golden strands wound tightly in your fisted knuckles; when you land a good kick or a decent punch; when he finally pumps your womb full of thick cum. 

⋆₊˚⊹♡ sunday

sunday has range when it comes to his style of fucking; sometimes he can be soft, sweet, slow and sensual, rolling his hips with unhurried conviction and ensuring that his cockhead is gliding over your g-spot every single time. he murmurs out praises, tells you how pretty you are, how perfect you are, how precious you are when you sob while taking his cock, pace never faltering—a smooth, strong rhythm he keeps flawlessly as his tongue unfurls from his mouth to drag up your salty cheek in wide thorough strokes, consuming up your tears, then planting chaste kisses in their place. he breathes out encouragements, says you’re doing so well for him, promises you that you can take it for just a little bit longer for him, swears you can cum all over his cock once or twice more for him—he knows you can, and he’s going to show you, just like a good master would.

other times he’s fucking merciless, downright relentless, cock pounding hard and fast as he snarls out condemnations, fingers sinking into the flesh of your arms, your waist, your neck, your wrists and snapping vessels beneath their grip, leaving a smattering of five fingerprint-shaped blotches of violet to pool under the surface, or a ring of grotesque purple seared into your skin. his teeth are latching onto the back of your neck like he’s some sort of rabid animal, strong jaw flexing, burrowing ivory into your flesh until the skin splits and floods his mouth with pungent copper. this type of fucking usually occurs when he decides one of you is in need of an emotional stress relief, or when you’ve been ‘bad’ and are in dire need of punishment. 

in either instance, sunday will often fuck you well past the point of coherency, positive that you haven’t been fucked nearly enough until you’re unable to hold your own body up, bones melted and muscles heavy; until you need his help to do literally anything; until you can only drool out his name and his title, sweet lil brain gone stupid from pleasure turned pain, or vice-versa. he’s an absolute god at aftercare, and finds a deep amount of self-satisfaction in the act, never failing to end a session with meticulous care, irregardless of how vigorous or vicious he was. it is unfathomably important to him to wipe you down and patch you up and make you all better again, tenderly humming out sweet nothings all the while. 

in terms of noises, sunday emits mostly quiet little moans and breathy little haah whimpers when he’s sensual, and muted grunts and growls when he’s really fucking you harsh and rough—strained sounds that vibrate in his chest or claw at his throat with each ruthless slam of his hips, shoved back down by his tightly pressed lips.

[6gumi]

jealous little angel.

synopsis ﹒” oh mr. sunday 、you really need to work on your jealousy ! it was just a prank ! ”

pairings﹒sunday x f!reader

cw﹒ nsfw MDNI. jealous s3x 、rough ! sunday :< 、some possessive themes / tendencies 、usage of petnames ( angel-face、dove、etc ! ) 、wall s3x 、semi-public s3x 、slight breeding kink if yew squint ! ^-^ 、he rips your stockings . . hehe 、we luv possessive sunday !

note﹒hai hai ! ! decided to write for sunday . . . ooh he’s so dreamie . . . he’s such a red flag but i luv him . . . x.x hehe here’s a special taggie for a special someone ! @cubffections | reblogs are highly appreciated. if you would like to talk to me, send in rqs or thirsts, feel free to send me an ask ! — rubi ♡

this party was going to drive him to the edge. sunday can't contain his excitement as he examined his surroundings . . . the anticipation of seeing his beloved made his heart race. he knows you’re waiting for him, dressed in something that's bound to drive him wild. It's maddening, the way you tease him, playing with his emotions. he steps forward, closing the huge door softly behind him. the scent of you permeates the air, and he can't help but inhale deeply, relishing the familiar comfort it brings. sunday knew you were off talking to a few ipc members here and there, so he took his sweet time trying to find you, savouring every step.

rounding the corner, he spots you in profile, your body bathed in the soft glow of the hallway light. the sight of you in that red lace nightgown, the way your breasts sway with each step, is enough to make his cock ache. it’s an irresistible sight, and sunday moves toward you with predatory intent. but wait . . . why were you speaking with someone else? sunday’s smile faded . . . lost in the immediate shuffle of emotions as he examined the man that was way too close to you for comfort, that dopey smile on that man’s face wasn’t fooling anyone . . and he was aware of that. his vibrant gaze slowly faded away, clouding the atmosphere with nothing but tension. he clenched his fists as hard as he could, enough for his nails to draw blood to his delicate skin.

sunday really couldn’t stand it.

he couldn’t stand seeing you with someone else. even so, he knew very well you were doing this on purpose just to tease him . . . seeing you having such a great time with someone else triggered a primal protective instinct within him. the way you touched that man’s shoulder . . . those pretty doe eyes of yours staring into someone else’s eyes other than his . . . the way your breasts squeezed together when you crossed your arms, fuck. he couldn't ignore the need to discipline you when you behaved like this, and he knew he had to put you in your place.

with a smooth, fluid motion, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you away from the party, away from your new little friend you made and any distractions. “huh . . . ? sunday?—“

“not another word from you, my love.” sunday tried to act firm . . yet he couldn’t stop his heart from skipping more beats than one at the sight of your cleavage in that god-forbidden revealing dress, the memory of how they felt in his hands coming back to him in a rush. sunday swallows thickly, his gaze locked on your exposed cleavage. he can almost smell your arousal now, faint but undeniable. "what were you thinking? were you trying to seduce that fool?“ he was moving closer. He can't resist the temptation, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek . . . his thumb pressing against your lower lip.

"you know I can't resist you, and you know i can’t stand it when you’re all dolled up talking to someone else but me. have you learnt nothing from the punishments i’ve given you? is that it?” a devilish glint sparkles in his eyes, promising an evening full of sin and pleasure. who knew such an angel like him would have eyes this dangerous. sunday leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "you belong to me . . ." he whispers, taking in the scent of your fragrance, “. . . or have you forgotten that?”

you couldn’t help but shiver against his body, you wanted this as much as he did and he could tell, he knew very well you did. “baby . . . i just wanted to play a little prank on you, ‘s nothing serious . . . promise!” sunday kept his mouth shut as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, tugging you flush against his body. his lips find the nape of your neck, where he plants a series of wet, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. "it is serious when there’s another man involved," he growls, his voice deep and rough with need. “ . . . and you know i don’t share, darling.”

with a hand, he reaches down and eases your pretty lil’ dress up, exposing your ass. his gloved fingers dig into the soft flesh, tracing the curve before giving it a firm, possessive squeeze. "bad, bad girl.” he murmurs, already envisioning the way you’ll shred under his touch. “what am i gonna do with a bad girl like you . .” sunday examines your facial expression, giving your cheek a gentle slap, inserting his thumb inside your mouth. “should i tie your arms around your back? shove my cock inside this slutty mouth of yours . . . or fill you up with my cum? or maybe . . . i should fuck you in-front of everyone else, let them know that you’re mine and mine alone . . do you want that, my love?”

sunday’s lips curve into a wicked smile, and he nods, his hand still firmly gripping your ass. "i wish i can hide you away from the world, angel-face . . . you need to be taught some more.” he warns, his voice thick with lust. “guess those punishments didn’t work on you . . . how pitiful.”

sunday kept your body pinned against the wall, the grip on your ass never wavering, the feel of his beloved pressed against him driving him wild. he knew you both had to be careful . . his little wings would flutter at the loud sound of music from below, there were still people around . . and getting caught was not something he would want. once you both were in the clear, he doesn't waste any time. with one swift movement, he lifts you even further up against the wall, your legs parting to reveal the wetness between them. sunday’s sinful eyes devour the sight, and he can't help the predatory smile that spreads across his face. "such a naughty girl, wet for me already,"

"now, what do you say we do something about that wetness of yours?" he asks, his voice low and suggestive, the air thick with the promise of pleasure and sinfulness. “ . . ‘s not fair i’m gettin’ punished for a prank . .” you murmured, legs trembling under his hold. sunday chuckles darkly, giving your ass a hard slap, the sound vibrating against your skin.

“now, now, baby . . no need to act all innocent," he teases, his hand never leaving your hip . . gently pinning you with his body even more. “i like how feisty you can get, angel face . . . but there's a time and a place for everything, right?" he purrs, his eyes dark with lust. “you won’t be acting all innocent once i fuck you dumb on my cock.” your husband traces his fingers down your chest, pausing to tease your nipples through the lace of the dress. his mouth finds yours, his lips soft as he explores your mouth with his tongue, taking his time to savor the taste of your lips he yearned for all day. when he pulls away, he's breathing heavily. the young male tsked, shaking his head as he reached your chin again, “you know how i feel about disobedience, correct?”

"tonight i’m going to show you who you belong to," he murmurs, reaching for the hem of the dress. with a swift yank, he pulls it over your head, revealing your body in all its glory. “the man you will belong to until the end of time.” sunday’s eyes drink in the sight of your black stockings, licking his lips. "you’re not getting away from me anytime soon, my love, i hope you and your pretty little head realize that.” he asks, his voice thick with desire as he starts to tug the stockings down.

“you’re not escaping me, angel-face.” he growls, his hand gripping the delicate fabric of the pair stockings you wore . . . with a swift and violent motion, he tears them down your legs, the sound of the material tearing filling the empty hall. he relents, pulling back just enough to grip your inner thigh, his grip firm but not oppressive. . . admiring the rip he caused with your stockings, giving him easier access to those pretty panties you wore.

sunday’s eyes gleam with a deranged excitement, gripping your hips, positioning himself at the entrance of your pussy . . giving it one painful slap. "you’ll thank me for this someday," he growls before gently sliding himself inside your wet heat, the friction sending shivers down his spine. “you’ll thank me for claiming you, my dove. you will.”

“a-ah . . sunday . . !” the young halovian’s lips curve into a wicked grin as you gasp, the surprise at the sudden invasion of his cock into your pussy more than apparent. he’s not gentle, not this time. sunday needs to claim you, to make sure you knew who owns you in this moment and forever. his thrusts were harsher than usual, tongue lolling out as you were slowly losing your mind already when his cock filled you completely. “you’re mine, angel. you’ll always be mine," he growls, the possessiveness in his tone thick. he pounds into you with desperation to get his message across your head, the rhythm erratic, as if he's trying to claw his way into your soul . . fingers nearly turning white as they dug into the flesh of your hips, pulling them back to meet each thrust of his cock.

his own heat was rising, the scent of sweat snd sex filling the air around you. with how loud you were moaning, he was almost certain someone would catch you both. “let the heat pass through you, and i’ll mark you. i’ll claim you, my love.” he was going to breed you, to leave no doubt that you were his. his thrusts became more erratic, more urgent, as he fights to push aside the thoughts that threaten to consume him. the single thought of his seed filling you only intensifies his need to dominate, to control . . to keep you all to himself.

"nobody will take you away from me. nobody.” sunday grinds his hips against you, his cock sliding against your tight entrance. sunday already came inside you multiple times the previous times you both had intercourse, but it's not enough. he wants your body to be filled with his seed. his fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he thrusts forward, filling your cunny with his throbbing dick. sunday’s eyes roll back as he relishes in the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him once more . . only raising his urge fill you up even more. “s—so tight, so perfect. i wish i could fill you up every day . . let everyone know you’re mine.” sweat drips down his forehead as he drives into you with a newfound fervor. each thrust is a powerful assertion, “easy now . . you don’t want us to get caught now, do you?" his voice is a low, gravelly growl, laced with desperation.

“sunday . . f-feels weird . . feels like i’m goin’ stupid . .” drool slipped away from your lips, a chuckle left sunday’s lips as he slowed down his thrusts . . giving you a moment to adjust to his size again, taking that moment to kiss and mark your neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin. “you were sent to me by the angels of this world,” he whispers, the possessiveness in his tone unmistakable. “you look so pretty pressed up against the wall like this . . . are you enjoying yourself?”

“fuck . . yes, yes!” sunday’s eyes flare with delight at your whine, your need for him clear, and it makes him even more aggressive in his thrusts. sunday was close, so close. he leaned over your shoulder, his teeth finding their mark on the juncture between their delicate skin of neck and shoulders, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. “mine, mine, mine . . ." he whispered against your ear, burying himself deeper and deeper, caging your hands above your head, holding them there as he filled you completely, ensuring that when you cum, you cum for him and only him. he’s not going to let you go.

with one final, brutal push of his cock, the halovian came inside your aching cunny, flooding your walls with his seed. he held you tightly against his body, shifting gently further into the wall. his release was intense, seed spurting deep inside as some dripped down on the floor. he nestled close against your neck, breathing heavily, refusing to let go of you even after he emptied himself inside. “ . . . so tell me, angel face, did you learn your lesson?”

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[elixxn]

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[eleven-times-lively]

Riding Draco headcanon plsss

omgggg wow

I’m just gonna say it, Draco Malfoy fucking loves being ridden 

Like, it’s his favorite thing during sex

He gets to relax a bit, look at your gorgeous face, and grab at whatever he wants

But what he loves even more is you riding him while his sitting up, so your bodies are practically pressed together

He can feel the movements from every inch of your body and hearing your ragged breaths only spurs him on more

The angle allows him to hit new spots within you, making for a fantastic experience for you as well

When you get close you get worn out, and he’ll grab onto your hips, thrusting up into you

And you both reach your highs together, and you then collapse on top of him

He wraps his arms around you, telling you how amazing that was and how much he appreciates you

[princesskokichi]

ns / fw headcanons for dom ! kokichi

JLKDJF LJKSDF I AM DYING I SO WANT A DOM KOKICHI IN MY LIFE - a lonely mod kokichi

Keep reading

[the-platonic-charms]

may i just have some- jealous kokichi please. thank you 👉👈

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

I don't know if you want headcanons since you didn't specify if you want it in paragraph form or bullet points.

╰───-> Warnings: Gender neutral reader, slightly NSFW, and Kokichi being a clingy bastard.

─◇ Kokichi is literally hugs your leg 24/7 /s

─◇ When talk to your friend, Kokichi doesn't get jealous. But when you hang out with that person for a little TOO long, then Kokichi will drag you away from them.

─◇ If someone is flirting with you, he just pins you against the wall and makes out with you until the person leaves. Sometimes.. that makes out session turns into.. 👉👌

─◇ If one of Kokichi's friends who hanged out with you, Kokichi will just join too. If the friend flirted with you then Kokichi will pull you away from them.

─◇ You and Kokichi arrived home and that's when he becomes clingy. Like when you're sitting on a bed, Kokichi will jump onto your lap and cuddles you. Sometimes it can get NSFW.

─◇ He will make out with you and get start to remove your shirt and you know where this is going. Whenever Kokichi is jealous and has sex with you, he is a top.

[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating Draco Malfoy

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Since it came up in the meeting situation: if you request crush headcanons, they’ll include the boys reactions to falling for all the different houses<3)

- You and Draco first meet when you both begin attending Hogwarts.

- When it comes down to it, the platinum blond has a rivalry with just about everyone his age; besides his somewhat mindless goons, so there’s going to be a rivalry involved in your “relationship” regardless of who you are. The question is: how does said rivalry play out? Which is where your house comes into play. 

- If you’re in any other house besides Slytherin then you’re in for a bumpy ride, though don’t get your hopes up Slytherin, it isn’t smooth sailing for you either. 

- Either way, Draco is very much a “pull your pigtails” type of boy. He’s constantly teasing you, being rude, making insults, etc. If you’re a Slytherin then he’s recruiting you as one of his “followers”, acting childishly possessive over you, demanding that you come with him or scolding you when you hang out with people outside of your house. The older you get and the stronger his feelings, the worse it’ll get. 

- Even though he acts cruel to you, he’s always eager to hear what you think about him; what you’d said to your friends about him and so on. Of course, deep down it bothers him when you express your contempt but he pretends it doesn’t, being particularly rude to you the next day to try and make himself feel better. 

- On the same note as Draco’s eagerness to bully people: while I don’t think it’s impossible for Draco to fall in love with a half blood/other type of witch, I do think that he wouldn’t allow himself to be with one purely because of what he’s been taught and the fear of his fathers wrath. 

- So, when does the snake boy stop seriously screwing with you? Around second year; if we’re referencing the other houses relationship with him. The two of you were paired up for a class around that time and slowly but slowly found yourselves on alright terms with each other. 

- Because of this, it became far less shocking for people to see the two of you together and during that time, he was able to realize that he may or may not have liked you, and that he could be around you if he wished to. 

- Finally, it all comes to a head around third year when he first see’s you stepping out of your carriage looking more radiant than ever and positively glowing as you laughed with your friends. 

- Maybe it was the fact that he went the whole summer with the realization that he liked you and with no chance of seeing you. Maybe it was because you’d matured a bit and lost more of your babyface. Either way, he was in trouble. 

- He approaches you with his usual last name greeting and you roll your eyes as per usual but as your relationship last year would suggest, he’s not nearly as rude to you as he once was.

- In fact, he’s uncharacteristically kind to you, well, as uncharacteristically kind as Draco can be while trying to remain unsuspicious. He starts making up any excuse to talk to you, goes to you for details when something happens within the school; even though you’re probably far more clueless than he is, sits/stands next to you in class, and most surprisingly, he actually acts sort of sweet to you when you’re all alone. 

- If you’re a Slytherin then forget it, he’s constantly around you no matter where you are. He even openly flirts with and acts like he’s interested in you; though he tones it down so that he can keep up his reputation. 

- It’s for all these reasons that you actually find yourself agreeing to go to Hogsmeade with him when he approaches and borderline tells you that that’s what you’re doing. The two of you narrow your eyes at each other for a moment before you decide that you just can’t decline, as much as you want to because of his tone of voice and way of asking. 

- So he takes you to Hogsmeade and you find yourself genuinely having a fun time, especially after the two of you end up in a snowball fight with each other. The two of you got progressively more elaborate with your snowy attacks until you’d wound up on the ground together with you just about ready to dump a big pile of snow on his head.

- In that moment, he’d linked his arm around the back of your neck and pulled you down to kiss him as you kneeled in front of him. The snow dropped from your hands, mostly missing his head but he didn’t stop. His playful, somewhat rough kiss softened and before you knew it, you were melting into him. 

- You’re his girl now whether you like it or not. He wanted you and he always gets what he wants, doesn’t he? 

- Draco has a reputation to keep up so he isn’t gonna be all cutesy and lovey dovey with you in public, though he does show you quite a bit of pda. He gives you that “I’m tough and she’s mine. Look I can touch her, see.” type of affection. 

- Having his arm around you constantly; especially when he’s glaring down and trying to intimidate someone who’s looking at you too much for his liking. 

- Temple kisses. 

- Hand kisses. It’s a habit he picked up from his father. 

- Sweet, soft kisses. You certainly didn’t anticipate him being so loving with you when you first started dating; due to his usual behavior, but you were, at times, pleasantly surprised. 

- Dominating, somewhat rough kisses; especially when he’s in a bad mood for whatever reason. 

- Him lounging dramatically in or across your lap. 

- He’s quite a big fan of cuddling but he’d die before he let you or anyone else know that. The two of you usually cuddle hugging each other, your legs tangled together and his lips pressed to your forehead.

- If you’re not constantly by your boyfriends side, are you even dating? Why would you need to be anywhere else? You’re his girlfriend, you should be jumping to be seen with and spend time with him; especially since he’s a Malfoy!

- Him forcing people out of his and/or your way, and making Crabbe or Goyle do things for the two of you. The two boys really don’t mind helping you since you’re usually so much nicer about it than your boyfriend is.

- Sneaking around after curfew together. 

- Wandering the grounds together. He’s got a few particular places that he likes bringing you to.

- Him pretending not to enjoy the things you do with him or the places that you take him to, even though you know damn well that’s he’s lying and just won’t admit that he’s having fun. 

- Getting tickled or at least prodded in the side when you’ve said something teasing towards him, or just when you’re distracted. He finds it funny when you jolt and swat his hand away. 

- Being lovingly referred to as your last name. When the two of you are alone together, he’ll let a “darling” slip here and there, usually without even meaning to. It’s another habit he picked up from high society life. 

- Affectionate bullying. He makes fun of you in a much fonder tone now that you’re together. 

- Sending notes to each other in class.

- Always being escorted to class.

- Stopping him from doing something stupid, even if it may or may not cause a fight between the two of you.

- Being forced to cheer him on at Quidditch games, even if you’re in a different house. He takes great offense if you don’t.

- He’s constantly trying to impress you and get your validation. He’s always bragging to you about his accomplishments, usually sprinkling in little white lies to make them sound even better.

- Him exaggerating how hurt or sick he is for more attention, especially when you’re completely focused on him; he wants to keep it that way for as long as he can.

- Either gaining favoritism from certain people; people like Snape, or being relatively disliked by association. Although, once people see that you’re sort of like a buffer between them and his wrath, they usually warm up to you more.

- Getting him to be nicer to people.

- You’re practically the only one he really listens to, even if it’s usually done so begrudgingly. He’ll later say that it’s just because he didn’t actually feel like doing it or tell you that you’re lucky “you’re cute” in a grumble to save face.

- Gossiping and peoplewatching together. He likes seeing you be a little mean, he finds it entertaining and gives you praise whenever you make some snide remark.

- Snowball fights. 

- Going to Hogsmeade together. He treats you to a butterbeer or candy from Honeydukes whenever you go. 

- Being spoiled. His father can afford the best and Draco wants to ensure that you’ll put up with his insecure ass even though he’s sometimes sorta mean to you. He also just likes the feeling he gets when he knows that he’s the one who’s made you happy. 

- He probably gets you a silver necklace/bracelet either in the shape of his name or with it engraved on it, or with green jewels on it; especially if you’re not in Slytherin.

- Getting your stuff stolen. He’s a bit of a kleptomaniac so expect to find your some of your stuff in his room.

- Try not to mention it when he clings onto you at a sudden movement/sound or when something otherwise scares him. He’s sort of a coward; especially before the whole deatheater thing, and he’ll get angrily embarrassed if you do say something, denying it adamantly before avoiding you for the rest of the day out of spite. 

- Occasionally dealing with his mood swings. One moment he’ll be all over you, the next he’ll be a foot away and acting cold. It’s nothing that you did, he just suddenly becomes very aware of how vulnerable or soft he’s being and get’s kind of insecure, not wanting to look too weak. 

- His father will hear about you!

- Watching how his personality changes when he’s around other people, particularly his father. He isn’t a total git when the man isn’t around but he certainly acts like more of a gentleman and less like himself when he’s being observed; mainly because his father will audibly warn him to play nice.

- His parents probably have fancy parties that he may or may not be allowed to bring you to. If you’re from a well respected, pureblood family then his parents will accept you with open arms and happily welcome your appearances at said events.

- Listening to him complain about how boring or stupid things are, whether during or after they happen.

- He’ll try to keep his pride and insist that nothing is wrong; or that he isn’t as upset as he actually is, but you’ll be able to tell that somethings bothering him; usually his father. When he’s upset, you’ll merely be extra sweet to him and stick by his side for the rest of the day. It’s in those moments that he realizes just how much he loves you.

- Though you’ll have to find out about them soon enough, he definitely keeps some big secrets from you. You’ll be able to tell that there’s something wrong, that something is weighing him down, but he refuses to let you know until he’s finally forced to.

- Possessive boy. You’re his girlfriend and no one else should even look at you unless it’s to feel envious of him. 

- He has nasty little habit of getting jealous over just about anyone who’s capable of taking you away from him; regardless of how irrational it may seem, or is otherwise making you happier than he can. He gets incredibly annoyed when he sees you with other guys and tends to either scare them off or glare at the two of you until you join his side.

- After that, he’ll make a few passive aggressive comments until you kiss his cheek and fluster/reassure him enough that he forgets about it.

- He’s incredibly protective of you; especially in the later years of your relationship/school life. In the beginning, he’ll pretend like he doesn’t care as much as he does but will always act in your favor and/or stick up for you on his own cruel way. When you’re older, he’s more willing to blatantly show that he cares and keep you away from danger.

- He’s a bit sensitive so the two of you have quite a few fights. He might insult you or cause problems for one reason or another but you just ignore him and give him the silent treatment when he’s acting like an ass.

- He watches you intently when you’re ignoring him, usually with a glare and especially if you’re around other guys. He keeps waiting for you to approach him but when he realizes you won’t, he’s forced to do it himself.

- At some point, he’ll force you to come with him so that the two of you can talk, trying to just “forget about” the issue before finally admitting that he was wrong. Depending on the issue, he might not give a full apology, telling you not to push your luck when you mention it.

- He doesn’t give you a ton of “I love you’s” but he does force himself out of his comfort zone to say a few. He’ll only ever say it when you’re alone and won’t look at you as he does so, usually trying to breeze past it like it didn’t happen as he blushes. The longer you’re together, the more willing he is to say it.

-He’s going to marry you is what he’s going to do! Why wouldn’t you want to marry him? He’s a pureblood, a Malfoy, and alright, he might just so happen to be really in love with you.

[jiminisjamin]

Draco Being Affectionate+Needy (would include...)

Draco Being in a needy and affectionate mood

He would probably sulk in all his classes since he couldn’t cuddle.

He’d hug you a lot throughout the day. 

He’d kiss your forehead and cheek a lot randomly in the day.

He’d totally cuddle up next to you during all meal-times, getting as close as he could and just wrapping his arms around you, bombarding you with cheek and forehead kisses. 

He’d just go and sit down next to you and BAM!

It kinda made everyone uncomfortable whoops.

He didn’t seem to care though.

On days like these he wouldn’t even pay any attention to Harry or his friends.

“Potter who?”

He’d just stare at you all time, this real sad look on his face.

Puppy dog eyes, pouty lip, the whole nine yards.

He’d hold you any chance he got.

Everyone would be surprised on how tolerable he was one these days.

He’d be in a sort of lovestruck haze the whole time.

Lots of sudden hugs from behind.

Lots of longing looks from across the room.

When it was finally nighttime he’d find a way to get into your dorm room.

You’d freak out, telling him you didn’t want to get in trouble and he’d just lay down next to you and wrap his arms around you.

He’d snuggle up real close to you.

He might snog you a bit.

Okay he definitely snogs you a bit.

Lots of innocent cuddling.

He’d whisper reasons he loved you into your ear the whole time he held you you held him.

Others might find it annoying.

But you didn’t mind at all. He was super sweet afterall.

And you knew how much he needed it.

[lovelyney]

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯DATING THEM !! FONTAINE GUYS⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

CHARACTERS: freminet, lyney, neuvillette, wriothesley.

SCENT: headcanons

WARNINGS: mentions of nsfw on everyone’s but freminet’s.

FLORIST’S NOTE: wow !! took me long enough ☹️ im so sorry for the wait pookies. also how are we liking this new layout for these ?? ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯2023 !! #©LOVELYNEY

꒱₊˚ 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓 !! 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐓𝐒

𖠵𝟎𝟎: SWEET BABY BOY FREMINET I LOVE HIM SM.

𖠵𝟎𝟏: As we know, Freminet's quite shy; he doesn't have much experience with romance, but he tries his best !!

𖠵𝟎𝟐: He wouldn’t hear the end of it from Lyney when he first started crushing on you. . . He kept on asking and asking when he was going to confess.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Doesn’t like going out very much, but if it’s at the expense of your happiness and being with you, he’ll try and push through.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Bought you a handmade plush of Pers since you always like to cuddle the robotic one while he’s away.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Loves whenever he sees you wearing his clothes. he’d probably give you his entire closet if he could.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Has a bunch of pictures of you and him that he keeps hidden in his dressers.

keeps one on him for good luck !!

𖠵𝟎𝟕: I honestly can’t tell if he’d give you a pet name ?? It’d probably be something like “nestling,” “my love,” and “baby/bébé.” (/ Meaning he uses both the English and French ver.)

❝H—Hey bébé. . . If you aren't too busy, would-would you maybe want to accompany me to brother’s magic show tonight ?? I-I could really use your company and I know we haven't been a date in a while. . .❞

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Crafts you all kinds of trickets🫶🫶

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Brings you the prettiest stones and little things that he finds when he goes deep-diving.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Lyney “adopted” you into the family the moment you and Fremi started dating.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: He cringes whenever Lyney calls him a nickname, but he melts when you do it.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Isn’t a big fan of PDA (he’ll obvi hold your hand) but in the confines of his room, he’ll cling to you.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Will sometimes get pouty when you’re cuddled up to Pers and not him.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Doesn’t get jealous like at all, he’ll just get annoyed and nervous at most.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Didn’t pay much attention to his appearance initially, but ever since you started lovingly thumbing, kissing, and counting his freckles, it’s become his favorite thing about himself.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: I can imagine him liking his hair played with.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Silently protective over you, you know ?? Like he’ll squeeze your hand if he senses someone you’re around is dangerous or unnerving. Or if he wants to leave and doesn’t want interrupt your conversation.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: Strangely warm !! He isn’t sure why you enjoy hugging him so much, but never complains, hehe.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Likes to be both the big and little spoon !! If a day comes where he’s just exceptionally tired, he’ll want to be the little spoon. But if he wants to feel like the bigger person or you need comforting, he’ll be the big spoon.

꒱₊˚ 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐘 !! 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀

𖠵𝟎𝟎: I’M 1000% COMPLETELY NORMAL ABOUT THIS MAN, I PROMISE 🤐🤐🙏🙏

𖠵𝟎𝟏: Lyney, as we know him, is very incredibly playful and can be very charming !! He uses this to his advantage.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: Was obsessed with you before you started dating and is still obsessed with you now 😭

𖠵𝟎𝟑: The complete opposite of Freminet. He will not shut up about you to his siblings. . . (Sometimes he might mention you to “father.”)

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Wants nothing but for you to be safe and protected. (Bonus points if it’s in his arms.)

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Going back to the Knave, Lyney might share the relationship you two have with her but won’t give any explicit details about who you are as a means to protect you.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: “Darling,” “gorgeous,” “lovebug/bug,” “my (love)/mi (amour),” “my sweet,” and “sweetheart/chérie.”

❝Thank you so much for coming to today’s show, my love! It always fills me with so much energy seeing you in the seats, staring up at me. . . I ought to put together a show just for you, hm? How does this Friday sound?❞

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Loves to tease you !!

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Does not like waking up in the mornings, especially when you’re lying in bed with him.

loves to hide his face in your neck whenever he’s lying with you.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Loves PDA. He cannot give a single fuck if you guys are in public. If anything, he’s proud to show his love for you to everyone.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Can sometimes be unintentionally flirty with other people without realizing it. Don’t get it twisted, though; he’s incredibly loyal to you.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Many people (of all genders) find him very charming, and as much as that might sting you, Lyney always finds a way to bring you into the conversation to dismiss their advances.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Can be a little feisty sometimes. Examples are: biting your lower lip when he’s kissing you, biting your ear and nibbling on your neck in public, and placing his hand dangerously close to your thigh.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Uses incredibly cheesy pickup lines and one-liners.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: If someone is continuously making advances towards you, then he’ll get jealous.

he’ll walk over to you, put a hand on your waist and act overly affectionate towards you hoping it’ll drive the person away.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Seems innocent (enough), but if he sees you’re upset by someone’s actions, he’ll flip that fatui switch on immediately just to see you smile again.

sometimes asks Lynette and/or Freminet to comfort you while he’s taking care of the person.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Surprises you by showing up in the most unexpected places in your house.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Hates being away from you for long ): That’s the main reason why he hates arguments between you two.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: (↑) Although he lowkey can be petty sometimes. . .

𖠵𝟏𝟗: His hands are really soft !! Sometimes you’ll gently caress them, and he’ll literally melt on the spot.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Also one who loves to see you in his clothes !! 𖠵𝟐𝟏: Really wants to have matching outfits with you. 🫶

𖠵𝟐𝟐: Loves whenever you dress yourself up !! He just adores seeing all sides of you.

𖠵𝟐𝟑: You have a whole bouquet of rainbow roses from the amount of times he’s randomly pulled one out and gave it to you. . .

꒱₊˚ 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 !! 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

𖠵𝟎𝟏: The most gentleman to ever gentleman, I believe ?!?!

idk man, it’s something with the dragon guys in Teyvat. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟐: I’d like to believe that when he started liking you, the Melusines caught on, because he seemed to always be lost in thought. . . 🤭

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Despite him being absolutely stunning and incredibly smart, he somehow felt like he didn’t have a chance with you. . .

the Melusines and Furina were not having any of that !! they devised a plan where she talked to you, and they talked to him. it all worked out in the end.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Being in love with a busy man has its pros and cons, obviously; Neuvillette always tries his best to balance them out. ☹️☹️

𖠵𝟎𝟓: You guys tried to keep your relationship hidden for as long as you could with how Fontaine loves its drama. . .

and when you it got out (guess how), rumors, whispers everything spread like a wildfire. it was incredibly overwhelming for you, and he tried his best to quiet everyone down and comfort you 😞☹️ you can imagine the weather. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟔: (↑) Some people were muttering how you didn’t deserve him or weren’t “pretty enough” for him, which really pissed him off, but he had to remain civil (for the most part, lolz.)

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Your emotions have an incredible impact on him ?!?! If you start crying or if you’re sad, it’ll domino effect onto him. He loves you so much that it physically hurts him to see you distraught.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: All the Melusines adore you !! They absolutely see you as their other parental figure since you guys started dating.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: (↑) MELTS whenever he sees you interacting with kids. . .

𖠵𝟏𝟎: “Cherie/sweetheart,” “honey,” “my (dear/dearest)” and “my (love)/mi amour.”

❝I’m home, mon chéri. . . I must apologize for coming home later than usual—an issue in the case I’m looking into has presented itself and I went to personally deal with it. Hm, what was that, love? Ah, what was the ‘issue?’ Don’t worry about it, my dear. What matters is that it’s been dealt with. Now, have you had dinner yet?❞

𖠵𝟏𝟏: His trust in you runs pretty deep, so he trusts you when others are flirting with you. However, when people aren’t leaving you alone or are masking their interest behind innocent actions, he’ll get pissed.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: God forbid anyone lays their hands on you. . . Neuvillette doesn’t take people hurting you lightly at all.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: (↑) He isn’t a big fan of people touching what’s his in general, but he knows he (unfortunately) can’t have you all to himself. . .

𖠵𝟏𝟒: (↑) Safe to say, he’s quite territorial. . . He is a dragon, after all. They are quite protective over their treasure..

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Wrio likes to bring you up in conversations over tea !!

𖠵𝟏𝟔: This man has always been head over heels for you. Whenever you two are shopping together, he’ll follow you around like a puppy—always insisting that he holds your bags and pays.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Pretty gentle with you. . . The farthest thing he wants is to hurt you, but sometimes his primal instincts kick in and he can’t help but want to mark what’s his !!

𖠵𝟏𝟖: Spoils the hell out of you. He literally can’t help it. He’ll see something that he’ll think you’ll like or something that reminds him of you and gets it without another thought.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Really doesn’t like that you can tell his mood based of whether or not it’s raining. . . He hates worrying you.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Furina loves to ask about you !! She thinks you two are so cute together.

𖠵𝟐𝟏: Loves whenever you visit him in his office while he’s working !! He’ll always try and persuade you to stay with him while he works—coaxing you to sit on his lap and such.

𖠵𝟐𝟐: He’s still relatively new to understanding human emotions, so he really appreciates you being patient and helping him out.

𖠵𝟐𝟑: Whenever you’re mad at him or giving the silent treatment, he’ll just look at you with the most saddest eyes ever. Guarantee heavy downfalls until you two make up 💔

꒱₊˚ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 !! 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘

𖠵𝟎𝟎: Literally the almost perfect definition of my type 😭

𖠵𝟎𝟏: He’s smart, cocky, and hot. You’re in for a wild ride with this one 💔👍

𖠵𝟎𝟐: Secretly a deep-rooted hopeless romantic at heart, he just hasn’t had the time to explore that part of him because of his duties in the fortress.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Like Neuvillette, this man is head over heels for you. It’s just that he’s better at hiding it (most times, anyway.)

𖠵𝟎𝟒: A big teaser !! He loves to get under your skin.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Can and will protect you at any cost. He loves you so much, it’d kill him inside if something were to happen to you.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: A bit of a sadist, I think. . . He’ll watch you struggle for a bit before actually helping you with something.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Before you two started dating, Sigewinne kept on insisting he confess to you because of how obvious it was.

Clorinde also gave him shit for it.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: “Baby/babe,” “doll,” “my (darling),” “my (dear),” “my (love/lovely),” “pretty/my boy/girl,” and “sweetheart.”

❝Oh? I wasn’t expecting you to stop by for a visit today, doll—not that I’m complaining, of course. . . Lucky for you, I just finished up all my paperwork for the day, so I’m all yours ~ Wait, what? What do you mean you’re only here to deliver more papers? Please tell me you’re joking, babe. . . Archons sake, please at least stay for tea. I haven’t seen you since this morning.❞

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Roughly smells like freshly brewed tea with a mix of his cologne—it’s a rather comforting smell, actually.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Hates whenever you’re gone too long above ground. He gets grouchy (more so than usual) whenever he hasn’t seen you for a certain amount of time.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Surprisingly like a sloth when you two aren’t at work. . . He loves clings to you, doesn’t matter what you’re doing or where you’re at.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: I’d like to think he doesn’t give a shit about what people normally think of him, so he’ll love you on wherever and whenever.

loves to rub his cheeks/stubble against yours despite your whining !! i’m weak

𖠵𝟏𝟑: One of his favorite things about the two of you is your size difference. He finds it adorable his hand can comfortably envelope yours and somehow perfectly fit around your throat. . .

𖠵𝟏𝟒: A waist holder !! He loves to have a hand on your waist one way or another. Whether it be him pressed against you from behind or simply just a hand on your waist while you’re standing next to each other.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Protective and possessive !! Not too much to the point where it’s toxic, I think. He’s just very territorial, and does not like when people get too close to you. He always denies he doesn’t get jealous, but he isn’t fooling anyone.

he doesn’t want your future to repeat his past, so he tries desperately to protect you from those kinds of people.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: (↑) All for marking you in obvious places if he sees this is a frequent thing. . . He’s far from shy with it, as well.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Always prepares an extra cup of tea for you just in case you were to stop by his office.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: Nearly suffocates you if you’re in bed facing him—he’ll smoosh your head against his chest so you don’t have a chance to leave.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: People were genuinely shocked when they found he was dating someone !! Some didn’t believe you until Wrio proved them wrong.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Is a mixture between gentle and rough with you. . . He doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you or you know, break you.

𖠵𝟐𝟏: He claims he’d be fine if you two broke up but in reality, he’d be a complete mess. (Sigewinne knows this without a doubt.)

𖠵𝟐𝟐: (↑) Pouts whenever you spend too much time with her and not enough with him </3 He can be a literal manbaby sometimes.

𖠵𝟐𝟑: Literally doesn’t know what to do with himself whenever you ignore him or give him the silent treatment.

goes to Clorinde for help if he’s really stuck. which may or may not be proven helpful depending on her mood. . .

𖠵𝟐𝟒: Adores whenever you’re resting on top his chest !! He always says that’s where you belong, lol.

𖠵𝟐𝟓: (↑) Also likes it when you rest on his lap when he’s sorting out paperwork. He claims you “give him the energy needed to make it through the day.”

𖠵𝟐𝟔: The one for you if you have a praise kink and the one for you if you have a degrading kink !! Two birds with one stone, amirite ?? kill me

[xurory]

WHINEY men who are extremely verbal in bed !! he can't help but let out his lustful moans whenever you ride him until he's absolutely fucked into oblivion :3 the way your cute lil' pussy wraps around his cock as he watches your tits bounce up n down. he's just soooo loud, and it's all for uuu <3 it's not everyday he gets to feel you like this, so he'd most likely go insane and whine under the slightest of your touch. "ngh... don't stop, please. keep goin-" you'd shut him up by shoving his face on your boobs :p his cutest whines would come out when you hop off his lap and suck his hardened cock. like, how could he not !? your mouth felt so heavenly and the way you suckle on his tip? makes him crave for u even more.

AVENTURINE, gepard, CAELUS, dan heng / KAZUHA, XIAO, thoma, LYNEY, kaveh, VENTI / ISAGI, chigiri / YUTA, megumi, GOJO / your faves !! :3

[whippedspread]

✩𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬✩

𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: You get mad at your partner for not giving you enough attention. To get what you want, you ignore him, and spend the rest of the party with a friend. He gets jealous.

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Smut

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: Scaramouche, Xiao, Lyney

/)/) ( . .) ( づ♡

𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖 ✮⋆˙*⋆˙✩₊♡⋆⭒˙˚

He was playing with you. His thumb rubbing against your clit while his slender fingers thrust into you. He kissed you hard, his tongue exploring your mouth. You knew what he was doing. He'd finger you until you were begging for his dick instead. Until your pussy throbbed. Yet he wouldn't give it to you, he'd leave you helpless with a wet pussy.

Scaramouche had dragged you out of the party, and threw you in the backseat of his car. He was more pissed than ever. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he had snapped. "You dare ignore me? Talk to another man in front of my face? Fucking whore."

Now he was all over you, fingering your slick cunt, with your dress pulled up past your waist. His breathing was heavy, and you would bet he wanted to fuck you so bad. But he wouldn't. He curled his fingers and put pressure. His thumb began rubbing harder and faster on your clit, making you moan. You felt an orgasm building up as you began to bite your lip. His mouth moved from yours, lowering to your neck. He began sucking on it, marking you. You loved how his jealousy made him possessive, and how he made sure he'd leave hickeys in obvious places.

Scaramouche was moving his fingers again, but faster. He pushed them deeper into you. His touch begged you to cum. He needed you to cum. He wanted to think about it when he jerked himself off later tonight.

You were a mess. All you could do was moan. Your body trembled, your pussy ached the more he fucked you with his hand, and you couldn't help but orgasm. You called out his name, closing your eyes as you came all over his fingers.

He slid them out, a cocky smile plastered on his face. His middle finger now gently rubbed, and gave soft pleasure so your tingling clit. "You think that man at the party could do that?" he mocked. "Look how pathetic I can make you look. Look how quickly I can turn you into a good girl."

𝕏𝕚𝕒𝕠✮⋆˙*⋆˙✩₊♡⋆⭒˙˚

Xiao kissed your thigh, his other hand pushing your other leg to spread them. The most of the reaction you got out of him was annoyance, but he was still gentle and sweet. "If you wanted me to do something, why didn't you just tell me?" he had scolded. "I would've drove you home right then and there and pleased your needs."

Now his tongue was gliding along your clit. You couldn't hold back your whimper as you felt him lick up your slickness, and run his tongue over your entrance. His hands gently spread your pussy. He began sucking your now-dripping cunt. His tongue flickering over spots that got the best reactions out of you.

You moaned his name in a needy manner. "You're doing so well," he whispered, his voice sending vibrations. You bite your lip, pushing your cunt into his mouth. He continued to lick and put soft pressure, causing you to grow more sensitive. He'd leave small kisses on your clit or your folds, before going back to using his tongue.

Unexpectedly, you orgasm. He paused, then pulled back to look at you. He licked his lips and frowned. "Already? But I wanted you to do it when I was inside you."

You were embarrassed.

As if trying to reassure you, Xiao shrugged and added, "you can always do it again. Either way, you look so pretty when you cum."

𝕃𝕪𝕟𝕖𝕪✮⋆˙*⋆˙✩₊♡⋆⭒˙˚

The magician somehow always managed to catch you by surprise. You should've never tried to make him jealous in the first place. He was a flirtatious man, yet the way he claimed you was far more 'out there' than his words.

He would claim you by showing the other man you were his. That only he could give you what you wanted.

You were at a hotel, bent over, being fucked out of your mind. In this position, it was like Lyney was filling you up. As he fucked you, he'd give you a slap on the ass every now and then. He loved the red marks it would make, and how your ass would jiggle. It only made him harder. It only gave him more energy to fuck you more.

The man you had dared to flirt with just happened to be into this kind of thing. You could hear him in the corner of the room, grunting as he touched himself watching you.

Lyney laughed. "Hear that, sweetheart? Is this what you wanted? Two men craving over your pussy?" He groaned as he spoke. His dick throbbed from how good you felt. "But only I can please you, right? You love how good I can make you feel, right?"

The only response you could give was a choked up moan. Another thrust, and you couldn't stop yourself from orgasming. The sight of you reaching your limit made him hiss, and he continued fucking you. The sensitivity and pleasure had you bawling the sheets in your fist.

"If you wanted me to do this...you could've just asked.." he grunted, "now look at you being fucked and humiliated. Yet you still take it all like a good girl." His hands went from your ass to your hips. He kept a firm grip on you while speeding the pace of his thrusts. You couldn't even think of the man watching you from how much pleasure Lyney made you feel.

He had complete control over you. All you could focus on was his cock pumping into you, making you an absolute mess. Your moans motivated him. No matter how many times you came, he wouldn't stop, because it only made him want to fuck you more.