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AT THE SAME DAMN TIME !

╰┈➤ summary ; You didn't expect it to be like this. It feels so overwhelming, having these big hybrids lick and roam around your body while they knot you—it all feels surreal. But you aren't complaining anymore. The air in the dimly lit room hangs thick with the scent of musk and sweat, your instincts firing wildly as the three dog hybrids surround you, their eyes gleaming with raw obsession. 

( !!!! ) Phainon + Flame reaver + Khaslana x gn! Reader , Hybrid AU , cat hybrid Reader , Dog hybrid phailings , reader's nickname is kitty , sub reader , Yandere/obsessive behavior from phailings, heat cycles , consensual sex , marking and scratching , rough sex , knotting , cum eating/swallowing dirty talk , kissing , breeding , foursome , Double penetration in one hole , double knotting , blowjob , handjob , marathon sex , overstimulation , tail pulling , Khaslana is rough , Reaver comforts you through it , Phai is whiny , aftercare is important!! , reader produces slick , probably ooc phailings , I do suggest reading the series firs , porn with little/no plot? , pure smut/filth

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( ✎ ) ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE let me know if I have any grammar errors. Hi guys, this is my first time writing foursome so feel free to give me advice, suggestions and criticism! Expect it to be edited multiple times even after I post it, I'm just that anxious about my grammar HSHHD

You didn't expect your heat to unravel everything like this. Waves of scorching need crashing through your body, making your skin flush and your core clench with desperate hunger.

Slick dripped down your thighs, your tail lashing wildly as instincts overrode reason. The three men had been circling you for hours, their possessive scents mingling with yours in the dimly lit room, where shadows clung to the walls and the air grew heavy with musk and anticipation.

No more holding back.

They surrounded you now, eyes locked on your form with an obsession that made your pulse race and body shiver.

Phainon hovered closest, his white hair tousled and falling over those piercing blue eyes, his frame trembling with barely restrained need. He whined softly, a sound that vibrated through his chest as he leaned in, his hands gentle yet desperate on your shoulders. 

Reaver stood at the edge, his eyes burning with silent hunger. His fists clenched, but he didn't speak—actions were his language, and right now, they screamed possession. 

And Khaslana huffed from his spot nearby, his scarred frame tense and ready. “You're ours, kitty,” he growled, voice rough as gravel. “No escaping this heat.”

It started with their tongues. Their tongues hot, wet laps against your skin that ignited every nerve. Phainon nuzzled your neck first, licking a stripe up to your ear while his whimpers grew louder, his cock already throbbing hard against your thigh. “Please, [name]... need you so bad,” he breathed, theres cracks in his voice as his tail wagged furiously. 

Reaver joined silently, large hands spreading your thighs as he licked a slow path up your slick hole, tasting your heat with deliberate strokes that made you arch. Khaslana gripped your tail base, yanking it to expose you more, then buried his face between your legs, licking and biting your inner thighs.

Your claws extended instinctively, raking down Phainon's arms in sharp drags that left welts, drawing a high-pitched whine from him. “Ah—! [name]—scratch me, make me yours,” he gasped, but the others snarled possessively, drawing you into their midst.

Reaver paused his licking to press a grounding kiss to your thigh, his gaze steadying you amid the surge. Clothes tore away in the frenzy, their thick lengths springing free, veins pulsing and knots promising to lock you in place and claim you as theirs.

The heat surged hotter, demanding they claim you fully. Phainon guided your head down first, his blue eyes wide and pleading as he nudged the leaking tip of his cock against your trembling lips. “Take me in your mouth, p-please?... wanna knot in your mouth, feel you swallow me,” he whimpered, voice breaking with desperation. You parted your lips, tongue flicking out to taste the salty pre-cum beading at his slit before he pushed forward. 

His shaft stretched your jaw, thick and hot as it slid over your tongue, filling your mouth until the swollen knot bumped your lips. You sucked greedily, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around the veined underside, drawing broken whines from his throat. His hips jerked shallowly, fucking your mouth with increasing urgency, hands trembling in your hair.

At the same time, Reaver and Khaslana maneuvered you between them, sandwiching your body in their muscular frames. Reaver positioned himself in front, his scarred chest pressing against yours as he lifted one of your legs to hook over his hip. His dull eyes locked on yours, silent intensity radiating from him as he aligned his cock with your slick entrance.

Khaslana crowded in from behind, his rough hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, yanking your tail again to tilt your ass up. “Both of us are gonna take this tight hole. Gonna stretch you wide for our knots,” he stated, rubbing his thick length, nudging it at your dripping hole.

They didn't hold back—Khaslana thrust forward roughly, his blonde hair falling into his face as he snarled, “Fuck, so wet for us. This heat's made you perfect” Reaver followed his rhythm, silent but forceful, his eyes fixed on your face to gauge every reaction. Inch by inch, they buried themselves deeper, the burn of the stretch blending with the overwhelming fullness that had your heat-flushed body quivering. 

You sobbed around Phainon's cock, the stretch burning fiercely as their heads breached you inch by inch.

“S-so full…” your muffled voice cracked, tears streaming down your cheeks from the overwhelming invasion. Slick gushed out, easing their slide, but the fullness made your walls clench erratically.

Your claws scratched at the blankets, then reached back to rake across Reaver's arm. Reaver groaned and continued to thrust steadily, his free hand cupping your face to wipe your tears, then leaning in your shoulder blades, pressing soft and comforting kisses to your shoulder, his lips lingering to soothe the intensity without a word.

Khaslana snarled behind you, slamming deeper with rough snaps of his hips. “Fuuuck— look at you taking us both—such a good kitty” Their cocks rubbed against each other inside you, veins dragging along your sensitive walls, knots swelling and grinding at your entrance.

The pace built quickly, their cocks sliding in and out in tandem, knots swelling and grinding against your rim with each plunge. Slick coated their shafts, easing the friction as they double-penetrated your hole, the sensation of being so utterly claimed sending sparks through your nerves. 

Phainon's whines escalated, his thrusts erratic as your mouth worked him relentlessly. "Gonna knot... oh—! [name], your throat— fuck—swallow my cum, pleasepleaseplease—" he begged, sobbing, mixing with his moans. With a final buck, his knot popped past your lips, locking in your mouth as hot spurts flooded your throat. You gulped it down, some overflowing to dribble down your chin, your claws digging into his thighs in response, scratching red welts that made him shudder and whine higher. He stayed tied, hips twitching as he rode out the waves, blue eyes glassy with tears.

Reaver and Khaslana didn't slow, pounding your stuffed hole in tandem—Reaver's steady rhythm contrasting Khaslana's brutal force. Their knots inflated fully, catching at your rim before forcing in together with wet pops, sealing them deep. Cum erupted in thick ropes, mixing with your slick and overflowing around the ties.

Khaslana bit your shoulder hard, leaving a mating mark that broke skin. “Feel us breeding you? No one else gets this.” Reaver's arms banded around your waist, pulling you flush as he spilled silently, his lips trailing soothing kisses along your jaw, a quiet anchor amid the intensity. Your body trembled, claws raking down both Reaver's and Khaslana's arms, making them groan in pain and pleasure.

The knots held for long minutes, their bodies pressed tight around you, tails entwining with yours in possessive curls. Phainon finally softened enough to pull free, licking the cum from your lips with a whimper. “Taste so good mixed with you, [name]... wanna cum in your hole now...” As Reaver and Khaslana withdrew with slick, obscene sounds—leaving your hole gaping and leaking, Phainon flipped you onto your back gently, sliding his cock into the messy heat, desperate to finally be inside you.

“Phai—! w-wait too full—!” The glide was effortless, your walls fluttering around him as he thrust deep, tears streaking his face.

“So perfect... filling you up, kitty. Bite me—mark your mate.” He leaned down, nuzzling your neck before sinking his teeth into your collarbone, a claiming bite that made you arch and bite his shoulders.

Your hands found Khaslana and Reaver on either side, fingers wrapping around their slick cocks. You stroked them firmly, twisting at the heads and pumping from base to tip, thumbs smearing the leaking cum.

Khaslana grunted roughly, thrusting into your fist. “Yeah, jerk us off like that—keep those hands on your mates.” Reaver captured your gaze, leaning in for a deep kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in silent comfort as you worked him, his scarred hand covering yours to guide the pace.

All three growled and whined with desperation, their bodies leaning into your touch, tails wagging as they begged for more of your heat, your skin, your everything.

The marathon sex stretched on without mercy, the room echoing with wet slaps, growls, and your mingled cries. 

Phainon fucked you with fervent, whimpering strokes, his knot swelling again to lock inside, cum painting your walls as he praised you, "You're ours forever, [name]— ah!" He pulled out eventually, only for Khaslana to take his place, yanking your tail to flip you onto all fours and slamming in roughly.

“Gonna cum in you raw, [name]—no leaving after this.” His thrusts were punishing, claws scratching your hips in return for your earlier marks, knot tying quick as he flooded you, forcing you to lick the excess from his fingers.

Reaver followed, laying you against his chest for a slower, deeper pounding, his eyes watching intently as he kissed away your overwhelmed sobs. “Stay with us,” he murmured, words rough but tender, before knotting and spilling with a silent groan. 

They rotated endlessly—double penetrating you once more with Phainon and Reaver stuffing your hole while Khaslana bites your shoulders and neck, leaving deep red marks.

And then Khalsana and Phainon sandwiching you again, both cocks forcing into your hole from front and back, knots locking in as Reaver fed you his release from his tip. You scratched their chests and backs, drawing thin lines of blood, and then biting your neck and thighs to leave mating marks sealing the bond.

Finally, as your heat recede into exhausted satisfaction, they slowed. 

Reaver lifted you gently into his lap, his large hands cleaning the slick and cum from your thighs with a soft warm cloth from nearby, his lips pressing kisses to your temple.

Phainon curled against your side, whimpering softly as he licked and kissed the bites littered on your tenderly. “We love you so much, [name]. Don't ever leave—stay here, with us, forever.” Khaslana joined, rough hands surprisingly gentle as he wiped your core, golden eyes warm. 

They showered you with kisses.

Soft kisses on your lips, neck, and marks, each of them praising you for taking them like a good mate. Reaver's arms wrapped around your frame, a silent promise of protection, as the room's musk faded into peaceful warmth.

SEPERATE ENDINGS — PHAINON | REAVER | KHASLANA

( ✎ ) I would like to take everyone for supporting me and waiting patiently for the chapters. I had so much fun writing these series and all of you made me really confident about my writing <3 <3 I might do a similar series soon, right after I finish all the remaining asks about the series. Once again thank you all and I love you all so much <333 Take care everyone!!!!

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[cherryforchuu]

I've decided, I want BOTH Ashveil and Blade inside me the thickness of their cocks bulging me as I squirt all over them

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i hope you find what you're looking for

☁  blade x f!reader s.mut, honkai: star rail ☁  reader is afab and goes by she/her. alpha/omega dynamics. blade helps you out during your heat, calls you “girl” “sweet girl” “baby”, consent is sexy and blade is very adamant about it. reader is jing yuan’s assistant. ☁  A/N: i cannot get sweet gentle blade off my mind after that car scene and this fic is what happened ☁ 5k words

“Watch where you’re going, miss.”

His hands fall to your waist as your back crashes against his front, attempting to blink away the frazzled state you’re in. Despite his warm hands, his touch feels like the first gulp of ice cold water on the hottest day.

Alpha, your head wants to reel. It’s sickening sweet, the way your slick pools at just a whiff of his scent.

It’s even worse when you turn around and realize who it is. Even with the mask and the sunglasses (does he really think that helps?), your heart drops.

Blade. The Stellaron Hunter who escaped from the Shackling Prison less than an hour ago.

Aeons, this really is the worst day to be getting your heat, isn’t it?

Blade immediately retracts his hands when he realizes your state. He’s been alive too many years to need to run away before his body starts reacting, but he’s still — at least partially — human. Your scent is sweet, almost needy, has his biology wanting to follow you wherever you go.

You whine at the loss of contact, your hand immediately slapping across your mouth as you come to terms with what just happened.

“I-“

“No need to apologize, it’s perfectly natural.”

This little alleyway is only used by those working with the Divine Foresight, and in the middle of a work day, nobody is walking through it. Nobody was supposed to walk through it. Maybe you should’ve figured a long lived, previously acclaimed man like him would’ve known about it and used it.

That thought would’ve been way more helpful when you were trying to track his movements earlier.

Blade’s in no rush. He hasn’t been for a long time. The time will pass anyways, after all. Elio makes no mistakes in his script, so he’s sure whatever happens here won’t affect the later situation. It’s whether you’re in the right mind state to know what’s happening, that’s his biggest concern.

“You’re-! You know rightfully, I should cuff you and bring you back to the Shackling Prison.” You try to be stern, but your core turns, causing you to buckle forward. Blade swiftly reaches across to hold you up.

“I… can help you get close to a medical bay. If your mind is still clear-“

“My mind is perfectly coherent,” you snap, and then your face immediately winces with regret. He might be a so-called criminal, but it’s not like he’s hurt you personally, and Jing Yuan strangely but oh-so-kindly asked for your understanding of him. “It only started today. My mind won’t fog until at least tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

“Hold up. You’re a criminal. On the run. And you want to help me get to a med bay? Shouldn’t you be… I don’t know, running away?”

“All will come to be as it should.”

You roll your eyes. It’s like when Jing Yuan tells Fu Xuan that it’s “not her time” with some fancy words.

Blade rephrases. “I have nowhere to be, as of right now.”

You feel your knees threatening to buckle, wincing as your hand squeezes Blade’s shoulder tight. If it affects him, his face doesn’t show it.

“Fine. Since you’re the nicest criminal looking to be a Samaritan, please help me get home. It’s not far from here.”

~

Blade is surprisingly patient, even bothers to remove his shoes before coming into the house, gracefully placing you on your sofa.

“Thank you, wanted criminal.”

He scoffs at that, but nods politely. His sunglasses and mask are tucked somewhere away now, no need for them since you know exactly who he is.

There’s a beat of silence. He should leave. He’s done his job. But you’re an omega in distress, alone. And the worst part is, you’re not doing anything.

You’re not grabbing items to make a nest, or calling an alpha, or taking any medication. Are you waiting for him to leave? You likely would’ve said something, given your clear ability to clip back. Your scent most certainly tells him to stay, but he knows better than most what it’s like to be a prisoner to your own physical body, in more ways than one.

All you do is grip at the edge of the sofa and stare at your coffee table, like an endangered animal with nowhere to go.

Maybe it’s his biology talking, but he somehow feels like he should do something.

“Is there anything else you need?”

It’s your turn to scoff, doing your best to shake off your mind. “Wow, you really are nice.” You remove your shoes, slotting them under the couch for later. And then your eyes narrow. “Or were you just looking for a pretty little omega to fuck, hm?”

If this were any other situation, he would’ve taken this opportunity to turn on his heel and leave right out the door, but something about the situation prickles at the back of his neck.

“Is this your first time handling a heat?” He asks directly.

You wince at that, wrapping a throw blanket over yourself. “No… Is it that obvious?” You sigh, bringing your knees towards yourself and pressing them against your chest. “I’ve been on suppressants for a long time.”

Blade gives you your options sincerely. “There’s an app. For those in your predicament. Otherwise, you might want to consider a nest. If you have painkillers on you, that could help too. I’ve heard it’s not much help, but it’s better than nothing.”

You breathe. “Nest. Right.” Your eyes scatter around, holding the blanket around you tight. You look like you want to get up and then you don’t, mind volleying between thoughts and decisions that end up leaving you nowhere. Blade’s chest can’t help but tighten at how lost you look.

“May I?” he asks for permission to step further into your home.

What a criminal, you want to remark. But the way your heart is pumping both from the stress and the heat within you just has you nodding. He opens your bedroom door before walking back towards you and carefully picking you up, slowly, like he’s giving you every chance to interject. To your surprise, you let him, the omega inside of you feels like it’s almost cooing at his embrace. He places you down on the armchair in the corner, washing his hands in the bathroom before taking your blanket and bunching it up in a circular motion, propping up your pillows around it.

“Okay. This is a good start. Add things that bring you comfort around you. If you like soft toys, or something like that. If you’re up to it, it would be ideal for you to shower and get into something comfortable.”

Your scent peaks, making him turn around. Your knees are tucked close to you once more, your eyes glassy. You can feel yourself descending into something, more quickly than you realized.

“Whilst I’m still coherent… I would…” you swallow, your throat feels like you’ve drunken something sweet and forgot to drink water before falling sleep. “I would appreciate if you stayed. Since you said you’re not doing anything. Not that I’m pressuring you. Your scent is…” you feel your face get hot, but Blade just nods.

“I’ll be just outside.”

~

It’s perfectly normal.

Okay, that’s not the right word. Maybe more like, it’s perfectly natural. To ask an alpha to stay with you during your heat. There’s apps for that. That’s what Blade said, right?

The shower water beats over your skin as you lightly scrub it.

Definitely not embarrassing. Or strange. Even if he is a wanted criminal. What was it, something like 8 billion credits? Would Jing Yuan even give you that if you turned him back in?

You press the edge of your palm against your eyebrow. His scent, like the woods and bergamot and faintly of incense. The wanted posters did not do him justice.

~

Blade presses a hand to his pants the moment he closes the door.

Your scent, sweeter than any sin, the glassy look in your eyes that you were so desperately blinking away, the way you gripped him as you gasped into his touch… He is not someone who struggles with self-control, but he can’t deny the way his member hardens.

He desperately tries to think. What do omegas need again? Medication. Something soft. Water.

He hears you enter the shower, the thought of you naked passes quickly in his mind, but has him gripping your doorknob tight all the same. You said something about his scent too, didn’t you? He removes his outerwear, shuffling back into your room to place it on the armchair. Just in case.

He spots your laundry hamper on his way out your room, and forces himself to look away before he gets carried away.

~

As he places a jug of water and a couple glasses on your bedside table, you chuck your hand holding a towel into his field of vision.

He doesn’t take it, instead curiously arches an eyebrow at you.

“Okay, fine, I’ll say it, since the shower cleared my mind. I am aware that you are a big bad criminal. And we’re both aware I’m in heat. But you’ve been nice. So this is my official invitation. Stay with me during it.”

“That sounds more like a demand.”

You push the towel into his hands, and this time he takes it. “We both know you’re perfectly capable of leaving here if you wanted.” You stomp back to your nest, courtesy of the handsome man in front of you, and wrap yourself into your blankets.

“The jacket gesture was nice,” you add, “but you’ve been in the Shackling Prison. Aeon knows what’s down there. So shower, and come back here.” Maybe he’s right. This does sound like a demand. “Is this arrangement… okay with you?”

The corner of Blade’s mouth upturns just a bit, but he steels himself for what he’s about to say. “I’m one of the most dangerous men the IPC has a bounty on. You’re clearly under the influence of your heat, which means we can’t be perfectly clear of your consent.”

“My mind is clear. I’m Jing Yuan’s assistant. You might be strong, but I can take a fight too. Also…” you flush with embarassment, “I have no idea what I’m doing. You clearly know more than me, and I’m guessing I’m about to get worse. Also… Jing Yuan may have told me to be nice to you even though you’re a criminal.”

Blade laughs at that, a warm sound that hits straight to your core, your hand pressing against your stomach.

“You trust the General’s words that much?”

“There’s a lot going on right now! Just take the goddamn shower!” You chuck a pillow at him, which he catches with ease and throws back.

A closer whiff of your scent has him swallowing a noise in his throat. He rationalizes that he surely can’t leave you in the hands of a random Alpha who might take advantage of your lack of knowledge, especially not someone so close to Jing Yuan.

~

“Alphas can act more… barbaric, shall we say, the heavier an omega’s heat gets. You have to fight and say it straight if you don’t want anything, you understand?”

Maybe you should’ve thought this through a little more before, because now you certainly can’t. Blade is wearing nothing except the towel you gave him wrapped low around his waist, his muscles clear and evident, scars littering his body like streaks of comets. He’s stunning.

He watches you ogle him, sighing as he cups your face gently in his palm, forcing your gaze to his face.

“Did you hear me, girl?”

And oh, maybe that’s a mistake on his part, because the moment you make eye contact with him, his breath catches. Your lips are still slick with the water you’ve been drinking, your pupils widened and full of lust. That blank look that is clearly only thinking of him. How long has it been for Blade too, since he’s had a moment like this with someone else? Centuries? Your omega scent fills the air at the skin-to-skin contact, and it makes him feel like you’re a siren pulling him in.

He can see your mind working, doing your best to force your brain to think. “I’ll tell you. I will.”

It’s only then that Blade sits in your nest with you. He notices the way you lean into him, until your head rests against his shoulder, breathing his smoky scent in.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Blade chuckles. “My only concern is being able to control myself through this.”

You reach for him, press your face closer to his, until your noses are touching. He lets you lead, wants you to lead, so that he knows exactly what it is you want and what you’re okay with.

And you do, your mouth pressing against his, getting the first drink of what he has to offer. He thinks he could drown in you like this. His hand moves to the small of your back, his lips gentle and slow as they move against yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, and then you’re pulling him in, and it’s like a dam that breaks open. He’s careful not to rest his whole weight on you, one hand propping himself up against your headboard, even as you squeeze your arms tighter. You didn’t realize heats could feel like this, having someone with you to hold as it sinks you in deeper. You bring your nose to the scent gland at his neck, kissing it lightly, and your scent that fllls the room in return has him making a noise akin to a growl as he presses his hand into your waist.

“Careful, girl,” he warns, but you don’t care. God, you don’t care. You feel your heat settling into your body deeper, slick pooling between your legs as you wrap them around his waist. You’re sure he can smell it, especially from the way he tries to still you.

“Mm, a little fast, don’t you think?” His teeth nips at your ear as your hands trail down his chest, over his back, the bumps from scarring only making it clearer to your heat-addled brain that he’s strong, a strong alpha.

“It’s your-,” your words die down before you can say them. It’s your job to keep us in check, you want to say. But your body starts to warm uncomfortably. Blade runs a hand up and down your torso, thumb pressing circles against your waist. Your eyebrows cinch together, kicking of the sheets yet wanting the comfort of them close to you.

“It’s okay, sweet girl. It’s called a heat for a reason.” He kisses your cheek gently, like a lover. You chase his lips, bringing him in for another kiss.

“You don’t feel hot,” you tell him as you break away, confused. Strangely enough, Blade’s body doesn’t add to your irritating warmth. If anything, it feels like the only relief. His body is warm, but where he touches you tingles softly, staving off the heaviness.

“Mm, that’s because I’m taking care of you,” he presses a kiss to your neck, dangerously close to nipping at your scent gland, before descending down your collarbone. His hands move under your shirt, a reprieve from the sweat that’s starting to sheenson your skin. You want to beg him like he’s a god to release you from the cage your heated body has become. Instead, you remove your shirt, pulling him into you once more, his skin against yours like a reverence.

He continues to kiss at the skin he’s been given access to, one hand moving to your breast, cupping it from below and pinching at your nipple. You arch into his touch, and his mind immediately goes to the thought of you arching your back as he presses his member into you.

He wants more. He wants so, so much more.

Does he dare let himself indulge? His thoughts flitter away as you release him from the death grip your arms had him in, allowing him to descend his mouth down to your breasts, to kiss at the skin, teeth scraping lightly over a nipple, his hands skating over your stomach and to the waistband of your pants.

You’re sobbing into him now, somehow he’s skin to skin with you and it feels like it’s not nearly close enough. Your head feels full of cotton, his body and the feeling of his wet tongue lapping at you, lips wrapping around your nipple, encompassing you so fully you sometimes forget to breathe.

You tap his shoulder as he kisses down your stomach, and he looks up at you with curious eyes.

“Can’t- can’t take it,” you heave, hands stroking his hair. “Take me now,” your thighs tighten around him. “Need- I need”

“No.”

His answer is so clipped that it shocks you, and you’re almost distracted by him removing your pants from you, leaving your soft panties for his view.

“Wha- Blade,” you sigh his name, you meant for it to be a scolding, but then he’s kissing right above the waistband of your panties and you feel the air rush out of you all too delicately. “You- don’t you want-”

“This is about what you want.”

“I just told you what I want!”

“You’re not ready.” His words are almost a whisper now, voice gruff between your legs, his hair tickling the inside of your thighs as he presses his nose to your clothed core and breathes you in. God, he feels like an animal, his member hardening at just the scent of your slick. Don’t you know he’s already holding back? Don’t you know the way you’re beckoning him to give it to you now is more torture for him than it is for you?

“What? Blade, you can’t be serious.”

He grunts. “I’m serious.” His saliva coats his mouth, gripping your thighs a little tighter. “May I?”

“God, Blade, yes. Do whatever you’re gonna do since you’re not gonna-”

He relishes in the way your breath catches and the words fall out of your mouth the moment he laps his wet tongue over your clothed core. The sound you let out is a wrecked thing.

You distinctly hear a ripping sound, the material giving way against your skin and chucked somewhere behind him.

“Blade!”

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he groans, and then his tongue is pressed against your folds and oh, it’s like heaven’s greatest sin, so close to the relief you so desperately want. He doesn’t sound any better, moans falling from his lips that are pressed against your core, purposefully wrapping his arms around your thighs and pressing them towards his face so he can have you all around him, your skin and scent and sweat only adding to the way he has to grind his hips into your bed.

You intertwine your fingers with his, gripping tight, and he can’t help but feel his heart lurch a little at how cute the gesture is. You know exactly who he is, but the way you’re gasping his name asking him for more, more makes him feel like less of a monster and more like a lover, your lover.

He swallows every drop of pearly wetness you afford him, his suckles over your folds slowly growing more desperate. He wants to breathe you in, drink you up, give you all he can. He settles with splitting your folds with his tongue, flicking your clit over and over again, gripping your thighs tight, and mumbling into your skin about how “you’re so pretty like this, wanna watch you make a mess on my face” between breaths.

He doesn’t have to wait long, your grip on his hand gets tighter with each lather of his wet muscle, your core tightening as you try your best to tell him that you’re close, so close.

“Yeah, baby? You’re gonna give it to me?” he whispers against your skin, lips glistening as they delve back in. “Go ahead then, show me how pretty you look when you cum.”

He watches you as you cum, letting out a broken moan, your thighs pressing against the sides of his face impossibly tighter, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. You sob as your hips thrust into his face, his hands never letting yours go, tongue working you through every shock of your orgasm. He does his best to savor every drop. It’s for him, because of him, after all.

You’re shocked he’s still going when you come back to, your thrashing going from intense pleasure to overstimulation, your hands pushing against his in an attempt to get away from the way he’s still sucking on your clit.

“Too much! Blade, I’m so sensitive, it’s so much, oh, gods.”

“Mm,” he acknowledges you, but doesn’t let up, still holding your legs tight against himself. He’s not done, doesn’t want to be.

“Blade, BladeBladeBlade, I can’t, I really can’t, wha-“ Something shifts inside of you, and the feeling is like being choked, your lungs out of breath and desperately trying to take in air as the pain gives way to pleasure. Every wave feels like a drug, so quick to become putty in his hands as he drags you to another orgasm. This time it’s slower to build, but so much more intense, your body uncontrollable as it tenses harshly, gripping his hair, and you come undone on his tongue once more.

“Blade, holy, what-“ you try to catch your breath, desperate for each gulp of air you take in.

He groans in satisfaction, his grin carnivorous as he swipes his tongue over his lips, wiping the excess with the back of his hand.

“Good girl. Came so well for me, didn’t you?” His smirk is evident, canines pressing down just slightly against his tongue. He peppers kisses against your inner thigh.

“Gods, Blade. Just-“ your legs shake as you attempt to reel him in, grabbing his hand with yours, and this time he lets you, kissing you deep, his tongue grazing against the back of your teeth.

You lay your hand flat against his abs, sliding them down until your fingertips reach the towel, haphazardly pulling it off. He draws in a sharp breath at the feeling of the cool air on his member, pressing his hand down to your waist. His mind reels with just the thought of having you, the thought of his cock sliding into you, lubricated by your slick and his spit.

When he pulls his lips away from yours, you finally get to look at him, your hand wrapping around his dick as he exhales a soft ‘mm’.

You pump your hand up once, twice, before he’s taking your hand in his and putting it away.

“Blade, please. You’re so hard,” you’re sure between your legs is shiny with your slick and his spit. He doesn’t falter anymore, pressing your thighs back towards your chest, lining himself up with his cunt, gritting his teeth as the sensitive head catches against your folds.

“You’re-,” he grips your thighs a little harder, steeling himself against you. “Stay still, girl.”

“Please.”

“I’m getting there*.”*

“You’ve been teasing me for hours-”

“You’ve cum twice. Don’t make me show you what teasing really looks like.” He finally presses himself into you, a short intake of breath passes through his teeth as the head slips in. He plays with you, he has to be, sliding in and out of you, giving you just a little more each time.

You’re gripping his shoulders, pulling his body close to yours, his grunts so soft you might almost miss them if his mouth wasn’t against your ear. You’re faring no better, pressed chest to chest against him as he sinks into you.

“Oh,” you gasp, and he grunts in return, his forehead pressing against yours so he can watch and feel your every reaction. His hand grips the headboard, the wood creaks as if it’s about to give in to him, trying his damn best not to slam into you like he knows he wants to. He sheaths himself in whole, finally, the head of his cock pressing against your cervix. It feels downright cruel, the way you grip around him, your pretty whines against his ear.

“Are you-”

“Please,” you beg him, because nothing has ever felt so right and you think you might die if he doesn’t give it to you.

He huffs. “You’re not gonna die, baby. I’ll give it to you.”

“Well hurry up with it or I might,” you tilt your hips up, trying to move under his weight but he’s heavy, pinning you down and yet it’s exactly what you need. He moves off of you slightly only to bring his hands behind your knees, pressing them to your chest, and there’s a moment where you’re not really sure where he’s going with this until he-

“You’re so tight,” he grunts, and then he’s slamming into you hard. “Wanted to make this easy for you, ease you in, but you just had to go and be a brat.” You think your mind bluescreens from the pleasure-pain of his cock sliding all the way out to the tip only to press back into you, ramming against your cervix with every other press of his hips against yours, your heat coiling like a serpent in your core, like the slow drip of syrup through your body.

He brings his hand down between your bodies, fingers tapping against your clit. “Taking my cock so well, aren’t you?” His voice is low and heavy, and all you can do is say his name in return. “You’re a good little omega, aren’t you baby? Good girl, good fucking girl.”

You thought he’d be quiet, but something about his cock inside of you has the words tumbling out of his mouth. You can both feel his knot starting to swell, the heat of it making him sweat, the way it widens right at the base. It makes his hips stutter, more desperate, prevents him from sliding out all the way like he was before so he fucks you faster.

“Wanna feel you cum around my cock.” Your legs are over his shoulder now, one hand running circles over your clit, the other making its way around your neck. He doesn’t choke you, doesn’t press down, only holds you there as a show of power, but something about it has you arching your back into him.

He thinks it’s dangerous, makes him feel like you belong to him.

“Wanna cum around your cock,” you whisper to him in return, and he grunts.

“Yeah?” He smirks, but it’s gentle, almost like a smile, a soft upturn at the corner of his mouth. “Been aching for an alpha’s cock inside of you, haven’t you?”

“Just yours,” you tell him, your fingernails scratching at the nape of his neck. The confession has him pressing his teeth right next to your scent gland, making a mark where you can’t hide.

“This pussy belongs to me now, then,” he says it like something between a demand and a prayer. You gasp yes into his ear as you get closer to the edge, teetering off it. “Show me how my pussy cums for me. Cum around my cock, baby. You’ve been aching for it, haven’t you?” You can feel the pulse of his knot, his adam apple jumping as he swallows, mouth dry. “Go ahead and cum for me then.”

It’s your alpha’s order, your body follows like it responds only to his demands, it feels like it’s being ripped out of you as your chest presses against his and your mind goes blank, your slick gushing around his knot. He’s only seconds behind, spilling into you with a groan, his face in your shoulder, his nose against your scent gland so he can memorize the sweetness of you right at your peak.

It’s with a deep intake of breath that you both relax. He’s careful to position his body next to yours, to make sure he doesn’t crush you, even as his cock stays inside of you, his knot still slightly swollen. He swipes your hair back, thumb tracing over your hairline as he kisses your forehead, then your cheek, then presses his lips against yours for something saccharine sweet. You let him, drinking him in.

“Stay,” you tell him, and he chuckles, because it’s still more of an order than a request.

“Still got attitude,” he holds you close, rolling both of you over so you’re lying on top of him. “Not going anywhere, baby. Relax.”

“For my whole heat. Take my number too, while you’re at it.” Your words slur together, but the genuinity shows in your eyes.

“I’m a wanted criminal.” He says frankly.

“Oh yeah? Should’ve- fuck- should’ve told me that earlier. It’s almost like there’s a wanted poster on every street of you.”

“It doesn’t look like me.” He rakes a hand through your hair, his other massages the soreness in your thigh.

“Why’d Jing Yuan let you go anyways?”

“You wanna say another man’s name with my dick still inside of you?”

“Ah, sorry, so possessive. I think it’s going down now.” You lift yourself off of it slowly, and Blade watches with reverence as his seed slips out of you, milky white. He catches it on his fingers, pressing it back.

“S-Sensitive,” your nails press into his chest, and he kisses your shoulder in apology.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Can’t move.”

“I’ll carry you.”

“We just showered.”

“Just a rinse. Then I’ll add your number, okay?”

“Okay.”

[gimme-the-tea]

The hilarious thing about being a regular Yingxing x reader enjoyer is that... The tag rarely updates. So my favorite fics are always the first ones to come up.

Yippee.

[kyrraen]

These two have their eye on you at the saloon.. 🐎

Artwork done for @penaconyfashion zine! ♡

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

Mydei lives for manhandling you. Like actually gets hard just from tossing you around. He’s so damn strong, it’s ridiculous—he picks you up with one hand like you’re some pretty girl made just for him. And you are, aren’t you? You love it when he grabs you without warning, shoves you against the wall, and carries you off. You’ll be walking around all innocent and then boom—his hand’s in your hair, his other arm wrapped around your waist, lifting you up like it’s nothing. He throws you onto the bed with a smirk and climbs on top like a beast ready to devour you. His voice drops low, all breathy and rough in your ear—“You gonna let me break you tonight?” Like you’d ever say no.

He gets off on the way you squeal when he tosses you onto his cock. You barely have time to breathe before he’s bouncing you on it, using your body like it’s his. Both of his hands on your hips, dragging you up and down, fucking you stupid with no effort. You don’t even have control—your legs dangle, your hands claw at his chest, your eyes roll back—and all you can do is take it. He’s talking to you the whole time, too. “So fucking tight, look at you… can’t even think, huh?” And he’s right. You can’t think. Your head’s empty, your mouth’s open, and all that comes out is whiny little moans and slurred cries of “more, more, pleasepleaseplease—” and he just laughs. Tells you you’re his favourite girl nd fucks you even harder.

Sometimes he presses you face-first into the wall, lifts your leg up, and fucks you standing. You’re shaking, hands pressed to the wall for support, and he’s behind you just ruining you. His cock’s deep, thick, and relentless—slamming into you over and over while he growls nasty things right in your ear. “You feel that? That’s how deep you take me, baby. All the way in. You’re made for me, huh?” His hand grips your throat, not choking, just holding, reminding you who’s in control. And when you start to slide down, legs too weak to stand, he just lifts you back up like you weigh nothing, slamming you back down on his cock while you cry out. You’ve got tears in your eyes, drool on your lips, and he’s eating it up like it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

And don’t even get started on when he gets rough. Like proper feral. When he’s really worked up, he’ll throw you on the bed face down, shove your ass up, and hold you there with just one hand. The other hand? Smacking your ass raw. Or wrapped in your hair, pulling your head back while he pounds into you like a monster. You’re screaming into the sheets, drooling, legs shaking—but he’s not stopping until your voice breaks.

After all that? After he’s destroyed your pussy and left you limp and twitching? That’s when he turns soft. So soft. He cradles you in those same strong arms, kisses your forehead, runs his fingers through your hair. “You did so good for me, baby doll. My perfect little thing.” He presses his hand to your lower belly, feeling how full you are, and groans like he’s proud of it. He’ll clean you up while kissing every inch of your sore body, whispering how pretty you looked taking him, how proud he is of you, how much he loves you. That strength that made you scream? It also holds you like you’re the most fragile, precious thing in the universe.

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afab for all links ! disclaimer im poc, but only could find these links. if you have better accounts send it to me via ask box. (nsfw) highly requested and includes both sub and dom afab reader. warnings aren't listed. proceed at your own accord.

choso

link - fuckng choso during movie nigh | sub choso link - choso fucks your tits in bed link - cums on your tits link - giving choso a hj after a bad day | sub choso link - eating you out

sukuna

link - sukuna 'going easy' on you link - in his domain link - "takin it real deep, huh?" link - " you can take it" link - " spoiled girl.." link - "you can take more than that, human"

gojo

link / link - riding gojo link - "you're on birth control, right?" link - "long day at work satoru?" | sub gojo link - "pls let me have it baby" | sub gojo link - " sweet boy" | sub gojo link - someone's house party!

suguru

link - pus eating link - guided pussy eating link - "ya feel me ma?" link - tit sucking link - lazy link - make it quick

toji

link - ride ! link - "lose the attitude." link - early morning? link - breakfast in bed link - tease ! link - ones enough!

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picture this, it’s been a long day—and you’ve gone crazy without him, desperately in need of release. you’re on your knees, at his mercy, whining and pleading as you unbuckle his pants, begging to be fucked so good you can’t even stand. but he had something else in mind. so here you are—cockwarming with boothill while he's vibrating.

you shuffle in your seat as you’re straddled in his lap, legs already trembling at the accelerating vibrations deep inside your cunt. you’ve used a vibrator before, but you’ve never.. fully put it inside. it’s a whole new sensation.

you attempt to move around his cock, lazily grinding against his hips. but to your dismay, he holds your hips in place—firmly. “let it do the work, sugarplum.” you whimper against his neck, leaving trails of kisses everywhere. he returns the favor, sucking on your neck, making sure it would leave marks. your hands are in his hair, tugging at the roots, encouraging him to go on.

your head throws back to give him more access, just like he asked you to. your back arches when he sucks at a particular spot on your chest, and even more of your arousal drips everywhere. he squeezes your ass for every squelch of your soaked cunt around his cock, unimaginable amounts of slick trickling down his thighs.

he could feel the tightening of your walls around him, and the way your legs tightly wrapped around him—you were gonna cum. “go on.” he presses a kiss against your temple.

you came, and you came hard. your cum gushed out like honey, making a mess on his lap.

you murmured and mewled his name, panting and sighing in breathlessness. “f..feels good.” his lips crash into yours, sucking and biting at what they could. you moan in his mouth when his hand traces the curve of your back. you broke the kiss to catch your breath. “yeah?” he wipes the corner of his mouth.

“yeah.” you smile, that smile quickly turning into a pout. “can i move now?” you shudder at his touch as he runs his hand through your hair. he lets out a hoarse chuckle and hums against your skin. “take it slow, sugar.”

[yahinata]

New dress-up challenge on my twitter

[soarien]

sunday doodles... i like to think that his wings are part of his clothes and them being darker means he's becoming a fallen angel:-)

[cherrygenshin]

Smutty thoughts - 9:12am

Fucking Boothill, and he leans in close and whispers,

"Gimme another daughter, yeah?"

a/n- seriously ill give him as many children as he wants aksisksk he's such a girl dad

[anantaru]

⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ sugar never tasted so good

synopsis. ⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ you know that xiao has a soft spot for you, even when you show up to the wangshu inn uninvited // ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡

cw. oral (fem! receiving), fingering, dirty talk, xiao is a tease <3 fem! reader ♡

it was supposed to be a quick stop to the wangshu inn, to see if xiao was doing alright, no more and no less— after all, you haven't seen nor heard of him for a couple of weeks and had began to worry to the point where you had to consciously tell yourself to stop overthinking that something terrible happened.

not unexpectedly, the yaksha didn't necessarily harbor a strong liking towards your (secretly precious) habit of showing up uninvited to his place, and in any other case he would debate wether or not to show himself whenever you do come to visit him.

you do not know of it, but xiao tends to hope you show up, yet he pretends to dislike it in order to sewer any form of attachment towards your person.

although tonight, well, such was a different story because the mere sight of you had xiao weak in the knees— he could never admit it to you, but you've got him utterly captivated, not to mention, it has been a while since you both were able to get close to one another.

so to say he was frustrated was undermining the severity of his current emotions.

"oh, fuck, xiao..." your head drops into the silky pillows as his hands return safe and soundly to your writhing skin, he instantly places his palms under your knees in order to lift them just enough to slide your panties down, leaving them to lazily dangle around your ankle.

xiao rasps at the look of your damp pussy as he grunts your name under his ragged breathing, his solid erection twitching quicker as he settles between your legs. his eyes curiously glance along your glistening folds as he laps at his lips to turn them all soused and soft for you.

your muscles tense with liquid lust, your teeth clenched and fists balled into the disheveled sheets as xiao experimentally kisses over the little hood of your clit— one kiss, then a second, before parting his mouth to wrap himself around your precious pearl, shamelessly sucking and slurping the sensitive bundles inside his warmth.

like a magnet, you keep your gaze on his own and moan feverishly as you involuntarily buck your hips into his mouth.

"relax—" xiao mumbles into your cunt as his tongue trails over the plush of your folds, "is this why you came here? you wanted me to do this again?" the yaksha hums wetly against your aching core, his demeanor overly confident, "didn't know you were so filthy, hmm, so impatient too," he tilts his head to the side and flips one finger across your sloppy folds, smirking when your body twitches away.

to coax out one syllable after the other, the yaksha continues to use his hand and prances one digit over your folds before inserting one into you slowly, expertly pressing it through your tightness as you gasp at a fullness embracing your walls.

you fuse into him instantly, your pussy quivering around one digit as his eyes wander up to your chest, watching how you squeeze and play with your soft breasts.

you whimper when he slides in knuckles deep but alas, helplessly sob at the lack of tempo entangled in his thrusts, as to signalize you his urgent need of taking his time with you.

why hurry up your pleasure when xiao can tease you all night until you're begging for it? begging for him?

"enjoying yourself?" xiao watches your ever-changing faces, "i can tell you know, you're so wet here," he shamelessly slurps at your clit, a dark shadow casted over his eyes as he focuses on how your lips purse together when he flicks his tip between your folds and back to your clit, right with your clenching hole being stuffed by now, two slender fingers.

"n-need more, you feel so good xiao," you praise him on purpose— knowing it turns him on while having a desperate whine in your voice, your mouth falling open when he brazenly smirks into your cunt.

xiao breathes, hisses and holds your hips still by roughly pressing them into the mattress, "don't you stop showing me how you feel, don't you fucking dare,"

your tits jiggle as you abruptly arch your back the second he nudges the tip of his tongue against your clit and flicks it up and down, your hips swaying as he lets you use his wet muscle as you please.

in secret, xiao liked, no, loved when you were rough with him, almost territorial, it makes him feel like he's doing a good job in stimulating his darling.

with your lips bitten raw and eyes criss crossed, you hold his head and weave your fingers into his hair as you filthily grind your pussy across his mouth, up and down, up and down, smearing your slick over his cheeks and chin as your mind coasts to the feeling of his tongue stimulating you.

every warm lap of tongue makes your body feel like it's breaking beneath xiao's strong hold, his digits scissoring your hole as the other holds you close to his face before you move your hips to draw circles against his mouth, secretly admitting to yourself that;

yes, you got caught, you might've really visited him for this specific reason.

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

[yahinata]

[porcalinecunt]

marathon sex with boothill . . . ﹒⪩⪨﹒

being a cyborg comes with it's perks, including unlimited stamina. round after round and he never faulters for even a second, maintaining his harsh and quick pace. the sound of skin slapping against his metal hips could've been heard by any passerby unfortunate enough to have walked by the scene.

boothill is the type to see how long you could last. while there was no sign of stopping for him, you were damn near drained. your inner thighs numb and red while your abused cunny was soaked with your own cum yet still stuffed full by his synthetic cock. your eyes rolled all the way to your brain while you babbled incoherent nonsense to the amusement of your robotic boyfriend.

to him, you were too damn cute for him to stop. chuckling as your mewls and whines for more only made him insatiable. if only he could knock you up..

“you good there baby? ‘cause i ain’t stoppin’ now! ~♡”

[pinkiepie20000]

YOU NAMED YOUR STRAP BEATRICE!!?!!!

yes

[blushfwul]

   ׅ ౨ৎ 𝓶𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞

summary: in which you prepare a little surprise for your precious bladie on valentines day.

blade x fem!reader , mdni, nsfw, soft + mean blade , kisses , p → v , unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of lingerie, praises, creampie, blade just adores you !! w.c: 1.5k

blade's eyes widened in surprise as he entered the room and caught sight of you in your alluring lingerie. the adrenaline from the mission still coursing through his veins, his usual facade cracked for a moment, revealing a flicker of raw desire. his gaze roamed over your form, taking in every delicate detail of the pink lingerie that adorned your body. "angel," he breathed, "what's all this?" his eyes remained locked on you, unable to tear his gaze away.

"happy valentines day? d . . do you like it?" you nervously chuckled, fidgeting the lace of your lingerie, the one you picked earlier that day to surprise him. seems like you've made him speechless so you ticked that box inside of your head as you carefully watch his expression.

blade's gaze remained fixed on you, his desire evident in his eyes. he slowly approached you, his movements purposeful and controlled. then he slowly reached out, his fingers gently tracing along the delicate lace of your lingerie.

"like it? no, angel," he replied, his voice low and filled with conviction. "i don't just like it. i love it. you look absolutely stunning in that lingerie." he stepped closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing against your flushed skin.

"this was supposed to be a surprise you know. . but i think i was the one who got surprised by your early return from your mission. . how was it?" you were stalling. he noticed. you always do this whenever you seemed nervous, and it only made the boiling desires within him heightened. he was going to devour you, right here, right now, in that little cute lingerie of yours.

"let's not talk about the mission right now angel," he didn't even let you reply when he suddenly leaned in to finally capture your lips in a heated kiss, his actions clearly speaking louder than words.

blade's kiss deepened, his passion igniting as he explored your mouth with a hunger that matched his touch. his hand roamed your body, tracing the curves of your figure with possessive intent. the soft fabric of the lingerie felt exquisite against his fingertips, only adding to the intensity of his desire. he broke the kiss, his lips moving to your neck, where he peppered light kisses and nips along your sensitive skin. "you're so beautiful, angel," he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of desire and reverence.

"only for y- you. ." you murmured under batted breaths, already shuddering under the touch of his lips on your skin.

his lips curled into a dark smirk as he noticed your reaction to his touch. he didn't waste his time as he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed and laying you down gently. he continued to trail kisses along your skin, his movements deliberate and tantalizing. his fingers dipped beneath the lace of your thong, teasing your soaked slit with feather-light touches. "you're already so wet for me, angel," he husked, his voice dripping with desire. "you're always ready for me, aren't you?" he increased the pressure of his touch, sliding a finger between your slick folds, relishing in the way you trembled beneath him.

"nhnn. . t- touched myself for you.. before you arrived. . . thought about you. . mhmm!" you writhed when he added another finger inside, hitting that spot.

his fingers continued to explore your wetness, finding that spot that made you quiver with pleasure. "you thought about me, mhmm?" he growled, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and dominance. "did you imagine my fingers inside you, angel?" he curled his fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure to that sweet spot, his thumb expertly rubbing against your sensitive clit. "i'll make those fantasies come true," he whispered.

"b- bladie !! p - please. . !" you felt like he was doing this for his own enjoyment, you knew that he liked it when you were like this.

blade's lips curled into a smug grin as he felt your body quivering with pleasure beneath his touch. He could hear the wet sounds of your arousal echoing in the room, only fueling his desire further. he continued to finger you relentlessly, his movements skilled and precise. "please what, angel?" he taunted, his voice laced with a hint of sadistic pleasure. "do you want to come? beg for it. beg me to make you come."

"can I please come? pleaseeee bladieee p- p lease let me come!" you whimpered, toes already curling as you felt like you were going to see stars as you felt yourself nearly over the edge.

your desperation only fueled his own desire. he could feel the pulsating walls of your core tightening around his fingers, a clear sign that you were on the brink of climax. with a final curl of his fingers and a swift flick of his thumb against your clit, he granted your plea. "come for me, angel," he commanded, his voice husky with dominance. "let go and give in to your pleasure." he continued to stimulate you, prolonging your orgasm as he reveled in the sight and sound of your release.

when he saw your shuddering form under him, it didn't take a while for him to unzip his pants off, eyes burning with hunger as he watched you experience the waves of pleasure washing over you. he relished in the sight of your body quivering, your moans filling the room. but he wasn't done with you yet. without giving you a moment to catch your breath, he positioned himself at your entrance, teasingly tracing the tip of his cock along your abdomen before sliding it down to your slick slit.

you couldn't wait, even as you were still sensitive, you couldn't help but to nudge your hips to let his tip pop inside.

"impatient, aren't you, angel?" he taunted, his hot breath grazing your ear. He positioned himself at your entrance, teasingly rubbing his cock against your slick folds, but not yet entering you. "patience, my dear. good things come to those who wait," he murmured, his voice filled with a sadistic pleasure. blade continued to tease you, his cock teasingly grazing your entrance, but intentionally denying you the satisfaction of his full penetration.

"p - please 's not enough bladie. . w-want you fully inside. ."

he couldn't deny the desperation and longing in your voice, the way your body craved his fullness. With a low growl, he gave in to your request. he captured your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he finally thrust himself deep inside you. yhe feeling of your tightness engulfing him sent a surge of pleasure through his body, and he couldn't help but let out a deep groan. he held you close, his grip firm yet gentle as he began to move, each thrust filling you completely.

"f-fuckkk s-so good. . so good !" you were trying your best to kiss him back in that position. how utterly cute, he thought.

blade's thrusts grew more relentless, his hips meeting yours with a primal rhythm. the sounds of your moans and the wet, rhythmic slapping of your bodies filled the room, creating a symphony of desire. he broke the kiss, his lips trailing down to your neck, where he claimed your skin with marks of his own. "you feel so fucking good, angel," he groaned against your skin, his voice filled with a mixture of lust and adoration. "you're mine, all mine."

"m- might not be a safe day for me i- if you come inside . ." you softly whisper against his ear, legs already locking into place around the curve of his as he continued fucking you relentlessly, not minding your words one bit.

his obsession and intoxication with you clouded his judgment, causing him to disregard your concerns. he continued to thrust into you with unwavering intensity, his need to claim you overriding any sense of caution. "i don't care, angel," his voice filled with a primal hunger. "i'll fucking . . nghh. .! take responsibility for whatever comes next." his thrusts became even more fervent, driving you both closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"nhnn! r- really? a- aah! bladie !"

his finger now onto your sensitive nipple through the lace fabric of your lingerie, eliciting gasps and moans from you. "yes angel, fuck, i don't mind it." he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of dominance and possessiveness. "all I want is to feel you unravel beneath me." his ministrations on your nipple became more intense, his touch alternating between gentle caresses and teasing pinches, heightening your pleasure even more.

when you couldn't bare it anymore, he was there to come with you, he watched you succumb to the pleasure, your body trembling beneath him. the sound of your moans and the clenching walls of your core around him pushed him to the edge as well. with one final thrust, he followed you over the edge, his own release coursing through his body. he let out a low growl of pleasure, feeling the warmth of his seed spilling deep inside you. he continued to ride out the waves of pleasure, his body pressed against yours, as he relished in the aftermath of your lovemaking.

"my valentine, thank you for making this day special. for making every single day special for me. for us." he whispered, wrapping his arms around you to keep you close.

blade himself still couldn't believe that he has someone like you now. to call someone as his, his lover, his everything.

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