dom!gn!reader, sub!Blade, afab!Blade
cw; female genitalia described, hinted inexperienced Blade, praise, oral (reader giving), eating him out 😋 😋
Not proof read!!!
Word count; 668
Note: No thoughts,,, just Blade with a pussy
Blade, a man whose bounty is 8.13 billion credits, wanted by the Interastral Peace Corporation. His tall stature easily peers over citizens throughout worlds. His beauty is encapsulating, however one can easily tell how dangerous the man is by his stare.
When his red eyes squint, coldly glaring at others send shivers down their spines, freezing them in place, its toxic allure doesn’t just draw you in. It grips you, grasping onto you tightly as it drags you into its never ending abyss.
And you let it.
You let it grip onto you with a painful force, bruising you in beautiful ways.
His essence drowns you. His whole being suffocating you in some sadomasochistic affection. You absolutely revel in it.
His violence gets swept away as easy as a leaf in the wind when you utter such soft sweet words to him. Your mere presence soothes him with such ease, the way he is willing to give anything and everything for you, he doesn’t just adore you. He’s practically infatuated.
Everything about him wraps around you. His presence, his scent, his body. Everything.
And as you kiss his naval, pressing soft yet firm kisses all the way down to his sex, the thighs hanging on your shoulders tremble. Your hands caressing his hips, teeth biting into his supple thighs.
Breathy moans sound like symphonies as you slide your tongue between his folds. Wet squelches echo in the room as he rolls into your face, his lower lips fluttering as you switch from softly sucking and kissing his clit to caressing his cunt with your tongue.
Blade lets out a soft cry as he feels his slick practically leak like a damn faucet. Your hot breath brushing against his sopping heat and his bite ridden thighs has him going crazy. Your praises muffled as he grips your hair, thighs clenching around your head as you make him feel so fucking good—
Strained chants of your name as whimpers and moans slip out of his lips cheer you on. Your hand caressing the bandage on his right thigh as you press your tongue against his throbbing clit. Your other hand slips down as you graze your tips against his slit.
You always seem to know what to do to drive him insane. He can’t imagine doing this with anyone but you, the pleasure and bliss you give him is something he never wants to let go. He can never let you go.
Your painful tenderness is so unfathomably sweet, his broken body and soul is so carefully put together by you. He knows he hasn’t done anything to deserve you, you’re too good for him, he knows that.
But when you’re doing this, showering him in praise, loving him in ways he never knew were possible, he can only devote himself to you. He loves everything about you.
And when you pepper firm, wet kisses on his pretty clit, your fingers plunging into his sopping hole, stretching him out so comfortably as his warm walls clench down on your fingers, he only grips on to you tighter.
You groan as he tugs at your hair, but your actions don’t cease. Blade’s thighs keep trembling, the soft, scarred flesh pressing flushed against your head as his moans grow louder, his rutting hips growing more sloppy, erratic as his orgasm approaches.
Hoarse “ah ah ah”s and sultry whines leave Blades bitten, bruised ridden lips as his thighs clench up. Your fingers keep thrusting, your tongue slipping in from time to time. Your lips and tongue playing with his clit teasingly. Gripping his thigh, you pull him closer.
A few more rolls of his waist and his back arches, climaxing. You hold his waist, softly rolling him against your mouth, helping him ride it out. In his foggy mind, all blissed out, he looks down with misty eyes. Seeing you press soft kisses on his trembling thighs, telling him how good he was, he knew he just can’t let you go.
I may have gotten stuck on a rollercoaster today, but that actually was a blessing in disguise, especially since I now know what to do for fics I've been stuck on lmao
Thanking the amusement park for those 45 minutes, despite it killing me 🛐🛐
dom!gn!reader, afab!Jing Yuan, sub!Jing Yuan, assisted masterbation?, descriptions of female genitalia
Word count; 428
Note: I think this is... okay?? I think it's a bit sloppy, but I feel bad for not posting a lot so I hope that this somewhat makes up for it while I continue to write my other works <//33
Jing Yuan is so pretty <33
He looks very strong, very upright, but he'd look absolutely adorable under you.
He's a tall person, but when he leans against you, he seems so small. Even while you are both sitting on the couch currently, his back leaning against your chest, wrapped in your arms, even while he still towers over you slightly, the way he flinches and trembles suddenly makes it not seem so.
He tries so hard to stay still, to not move around too much, to be good for you, but even when you just rub your fingers against his folds, he is trembling.
With one arm wrapped around his waist, your other hand teasing him, Jing Yuan has one hand clenching your forearm, covering his mouth as he tries to silent his noises.
Kissing the back of his shoulders to the crook of his neck, Jing Yuan's stiffled moans have you cooing at how adorable he's being <33
The ways he's flushed, all the way down to his shoulders, his face, neck and ears all coated in an adorable shade of red, the way he has his eyes lidded, all hazy and unfocused, it has one thought going through your mind, 'Ah, I want to fuck him.'
His hand slips from mouth, gripping onto the cushion next to him. His head falling back as his moans and whimpers slip out, mumbles of you name coming out from time to time.
When your thumb rubs against his clit, his hips are bucking into your hand, as his moans get louder and his appearance gets more and more disheveled.
Tears pouring down his face, leaning back into you as your fingers play with his clit, rubbing his folds, teasing him about how needy he is, how cute he's being, how stunning he looks–
You tease him, adoring the way he's acting. Jing Yuan moans, sobbing as his thrusts into your hand grows sloppy.
Peppering soft kisses against his skin, chuckling softly as you mention how loud he is, but not just from his mouth, but from how wet he is too.
The squelched noise seeming to grow louder, your fingers getting sopping wet. Jing Yuan's back arches slightly, throwing his head back once more, his muscles tensing, you know he's getting close.
He clenches, trembles, and with a cry of your name, he cums.
You pull your fingers away, a whine leaving Jing Yuan, and you press a kiss against his cheek.
Pretty boy Jing Yuan is so needy and desperate, he's already begging for more hehehe ahdksk
Are you doing okay? Since you never did update anything recently
Hello nonnie!!
Everything's okay <33 I had some things going on, so once I finished the work I thought I set it up for a scheduled post 😭😭 it obviously did not work, as I only noticed it recently
cw; oral (reader giving), begging?, praise, Zenitsu thinking that he and reader are in a relationship even if it was never confirmed at the end
This work made me realize I've never really written a blowjob before and struggled way too hard on it lmao. It's obviously rushed but I'm going to pretend it's still alright :'))
MOVING ON HAHA,,, this isn't one of my best works I'm sorry :'))) I had the whole idea of the build up and the start, but I couldn't think of a way I wanted to end it, so the ending sucks. I'd give the work a C+ at best lol
He swears that he’s never seen someone as stunning as you.
He doesn’t even know how to process what he’s feeling. He couldn’t stop staring at you, looking at you in awe. He couldn’t help the way his breath was taken away every time he saw you, the way his heart would race and his face would feel hot, he couldn’t help himself from stuttering and mumbling whenever you two spoke.
It's embarrassing, humiliating, but he just can't help but be so skittish with you.
You don't even mind, it's cute, honestly. The way Zenitsu's face would flush, making a pretty contrast with his hair, how his eyes would avoid yours if they accidentally met, how he'd fiddle with his fingers, he'd gnaw on his lips if he got too nervous, he was adorable!
He really was, he is– but there's just something about the way he stares at you when he thinks you aren't paying attention. A nagging feeling that something just isn't right, that there's something off, something wrong.
The fact that he was somehow always where you were, how he would sometimes mutter about things you hadn’t even told anyone, how he somehow would find things you lost but they were things that you wouldn’t even take out of your house–
You’ve even noticed your bed being warm when you go to lay down. Some clothing goes missing for days before being returned, items too. Now, you can’t blame that on Zenitsu, but you can’t help but see his face when you are reminded of his behaviors.
You could barely hold back a laugh though, Zenitsu? Really? The man could barely, if at all, say anything decent about himself. How could he do any of that?
Even after years pass, the fact that Zenitsu hasn’t changed the way he acts around you is something you can’t deny makes your chest flutter. Of excitement? Happiness? Pride? Maybe even just pure uncomfort? You can’t tell.
But you can’t help but want to smile whenever you push him. How his gaze hardens, glaring daggers into whoever you’re too close to. Why are you close with that person? Take your arm off their shoulders. Stay away from their face, why are you so close to them? There’s no need for you to be. Just stay away from them in general. Zenitsu’s eyes become crazed, and it’s in those moments that he finally keeps his gaze on you when your eyes meet.
His usual anxious golden brown eyes seem… eerie. So full yet so– empty, at the same time. Almost as if he’s scolding you with his gaze. Because how dare you, who is this person you dare get so close and chummy with when he’s right here? All for you. Don’t you see it?
Of course you do. But you can’t help but feel almost intoxicated when you see that look on his face. It seems to get better when you pull that person close to you, hugging them firmly in your arms. You’re thankful you’re hugging them too, if it weren’t for that, Zenitsu would see the smirk that graced your face at his reaction.
You can’t help but wonder how long he will act like that. Maybe he’ll be more open with you? Maybe he’ll have a more interesting reaction each time?
But when you keep getting closer and closer with other people, being too close, holding onto them for too long– Zenitsu feels himself panic more than ever before. It was already bad before with just one person, but with more?
Every interaction is platonic, there’s no kissing, no flirting, but how long will that go on before things escalate? What if you fall for one of them? What if they take you from him? He can’t have that, he can’t handle that–
He truly believed that he’d do his very best to try to talk to you properly. Try and hint that all of those people aren’t good enough to date, but when he overhears some of them talking, mentioning how they want to confess to you and how they even think that you might even reciprocate those feelings? His whole being is filled with dread, panic, fear, pure terror– He had to throw that whole plan out the window.
There’s no time anymore. He can’t hold this off, he can’t try and slowly work his way up to you, he needs to do something now. Something, anything to make sure that you won’t go and do anything with those people.
Panic races through him as he thinks of you being together with someone else. Sure, he doesn’t talk to you very much and when he does it’s really awkward, but he has known you far longer than they have. He knows you better. He knows you better than anyone! You have to listen to him.
He has to be honest though, as soon as he’s in front of your door, he really hasn’t thought this through properly.
Before he could even think about leaving, the door opened anyway. One of the people who you’ve been getting close with exited, and suddenly he felt as if he was splashed with cold water.
What… the hell?
What are they doing here?
You were behind them, obviously walking them to your door, only for them both to be surprised at his appearance. You both smile at him in greeting, with you quickly saying goodbye to the person leaving before turning your full attention to Zenitsu.
“Hey, what’s up?”
He lets out a quaking breath. Yeah, he definitely wasn’t prepared at all to talk to you.
He tries his best to tell you what’s on his mind, but all his words stumble over one another, barely, if at all, letting out a somewhat eligible sentence. The longer you look at him, expression growing more puzzled, he can feel himself sinking deeper and deeper into his desperation.
He wasn’t too late, right? You’re not interested in that person, those people, at all, right? The more his mind speeds up, thinking about the recent closeness, the uncomfortable affection (platonic or not) given to others, the way how that person just left your house, the idea of you being together with someone else other than him– His mind is long on overdrive, and before he can stop himself, he’s gripping onto you, unaware of the crazed look in his eyes as words unconsciously leave his lips,
“Please fuck me.”
As soon as those words leave him, he himself can’t help but be stunned. If it were any other situation, the shocked look you two are giving each other would’ve made you both laugh after a few seconds.
Once he processes what he just said, his eyes begin to well up with tears before he begins to babble about how he knows how stupid he sounds, but he’s good for you. He is the best! He goes on and on about how he loves you and knows you better than anyone ever would or could, thus he can make you feel good too! He can love you in ways that will make you realize that you only need him, not anyone else. All you have to do is just give him one chance.
Give him one chance and he will prove to you how devoted he is.
The absolute desperation on his face could’ve said a thousand words. His hands trembled as they clung to the hem of your shirt, eyes begging you as his voice quivered.
You would’ve said no, really! But with how he kept begging for even a slight chance, just one night, how he’d pay thousands just to sleep with you, to just please let him do it just this once– He’s usually a coward, it’s honestly impressive that he even managed to say anything about this.
Mulling it over, you tilt your head. Zenitsu tightens his grip, his pleads weakening, slipping into apologies as the tears in his eyes fall. Why aren’t you saying anything? He never should’ve said anything, he’s sorry, he’s so so sorry please don’t hate him-
“Okay.”
And he seems to freeze.
His gaze turning from shocked to lost, a low ‘huh?’ leaving him. Before you can even stop yourself, you let out a chuckle, repeating yourself.
You… agreed?
You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle when you saw the absentminded look on his face, reaching out and lightly pinching his cheek. His dusted cheeks seem to flush more when it properly dawns on him.
You agreed. You!!
You’re looking at him, you’re touching him– He holds onto your wrist before pressing your hand against his cheek, looking at you with pure adoration. His hold on you firm.
You can’t lie, the way he looks at you is practically addicting. As he grasps your wrist, staring at you in an almost dreamlike state, the way his breath grows heavy when you properly rest your palm against his cheek, fingers caressing his flushed skin…
There’s only one thought going through your mind when you lean in close to him, lips brushing against one another.
‘Ah, so cute~’
And once your lips truly touch, the way he presses against you is truly adorable. The first kiss was long, tender– He’s so stiff, completely unsure on what to do. Zenitsu’s eyes clenched shut as he presses his lips against yours, leaning into you, utterly giving himself to you. He moves his hand from the hem of your shirt to gripping the back of it, hesitant to pull you closer.
As you cup his face, one kiss turns to two, then two to three, and as more kisses are shared, the more heated they become. Long gentle kisses become deep and messy, heavy panting coming from the two of you as you grip onto one another, holding each other close.
Peeking through his eyes, Zenitsu shyly looks at you before his already weak knees almost give out. This is really happening, you’re really doing this, you’re kissing him- This feels so good, you’re so good–
The way he whimpers out your name between kisses is just so adorable!
Heatedly peppering kisses from his lips to down his chin, nipping and sucking at his neck as you go further down has Zenitsu unable to look away from you. Slipping your hands into his clothing, you keep lowering down, kissing his chest, down his stomach and to his pelvis. Looking up at Zenitsu’s face, you are greeted with his heated eyes looking down on you, focused only on you.
As he leans against the wall, his legs shaking, he is only focusing on you. Seeing that you are kissing him, marking him as you explore more of his body, he can’t help but feel like he’s going crazy. Is this real? This is real, right? You’re really doing this? Oh please let this be real–
His breath hitches when you pull down his underwear, looking at him with hooded eyes as you teasingly breathe on his member. Oh fuck, this is really happening–
He can feel himself already dripping, and when you hold him in your hand, saying how he’s already so needy for you as you kiss his tip, he’s already worried he might cum already. The way you take him in your mouth, he can’t tell if it’s so good because you’re actually good at it, because it’s you doing it, or he’s so sensitive that no matter what you’d do it would feel good. Either way, it doesn’t take long for him to buck into your mouth.
Gripping your hair, he uses the wall against his back as some kind of leverage as he tries not to crumple right now. His legs feel all tingly and weak, trembling as you seem to know exactly what to do to make him feel good. You hold onto his thighs, pulling him towards you as you rub them in encouragement.
His noises are just so cute, even when he’s trying to be quiet, biting his lips to try not to be too loud, some still escape him. Heavy haggard breaths leave him as he tries to calm himself down. He can’t cum now, it’s too soon, it’d be too embarrassing..
So when he says he’s trying, he really does mean it when he says he’s trying hard not to cum. It’s just the way you're touching him, kissing him and doing whatever form of magic you’re doing makes him feel so, so good. He tries to pull you away, saying how he’s close, he’s too close, but when you tell him it's okay and to go ahead, it’s almost as if you made him reach his climax on command.
After you two managed to somehow get to a bed instead of staying by the front door, Zenitsu swears that he has experienced true bliss. Every touch of your fingers has him going crazy. Everything you do, every touch, every kiss, every movement, hell, every breath has him begging for more.
Even with the sting of you entering him, he can’t help but cry over how good it feels. How you grip his waist, pulling him closer until he’s completely fit against you has him yearning to be even closer if that’s even possible.
He can’t stop himself from crying out your name, begging you to keep going. He can’t stop himself from begging for you to mark him up more, kiss him more, hold him more, just more more moremoremoremore–
Everything is so much, yet not enough.
He has fantasized about this moment for years. Though no matter how many different ways he’s thought of how you two would end up this way, how it truly happened was not one of them. He always pondered on how you would hold him, how you would kiss him, how you would treat him.
He truly thought that the moment it would happen that he would be prepared completely. He was wrong, nothing could’ve prepared him for this. It’s a very welcomed surprise, but no amount of self prep, or imagination, or research of any kind would have prepared him for the amount of pleasure you keep giving him.
You seem to know exactly what to say to him, exactly what to do to make him feel so good.
And as his face continues to keep its crimson hue and slurred words leave his mouth, all he can somewhat think about is the fact that you’re now his.
The way you pound into him is addicting. He’s so warm and is constantly reciprocating your thrusts. He seems to keep sucking you in, too. As if trying to trap you, never letting you leave him. He feels absolutely divine, you want to never leave, not being able to escape the feeling that you might’ve dug a hole for yourself.
Both of you can’t help but drown in pleasure, it’s just too good.
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