ask by @fungifanart: Ok, imagine Leona's reaction to male reader rolling up to Savannaclaw in nothing but a crop top and booty shorts with his laundry in hand like "Ay yo, my laundromat's busted. Can I use yours?"
leona's afternoons during the weekend were quiet, if not completely empty. most of the students would be sleeping off the exhaustion of the week, giving him enough time and space to do whatever he liked during the day. so why, why were you here, dressed like that, laundry basket in hand? on his peaceful afternoon? standing in the doorway, holding a basket of laundry, wearing nothing but a criminally tight crop top and the shortest shorts he’d ever seen?
"yo," you called casually, shifting the basket on your hip, completely unaware of the absolute crisis you were causing to him. "my laundromat’s busted. can i just use yours?" leona stared, mind absolutely blank with the only thing being static, because holy shit. he'd always known you were hot, but this? this was different, and fucking unfair. this was some kind of higher-power punishment for all his past sins because there was no way you should look this good while doing something as mundane as laundry.
the crop top clung to you just right, teasing your waist and abdomen, and the shorts? they couldn't be shorts, they were a threat to his fucking sanity. the way they hugged your thighs, how they rode up when you shifted your stance- leona could feel a growl building in his chest, primal and possessive, and asbolutely unwarranted, since you two weren't even dating. he sat up slowly, one elbow on the armrest, eyes dark and hungry. walking into my dorm dressed like that, flaunting all this," he smirked, though his voice came out a little rougher than usual. "you looking for trouble, herbivore?"
you raised an eyebrow, oblivious and downright cruel to his crisis. "i’m looking for a fucking washing machine, leona." leona dragged a hand down his face in his mind. for fuck's sake. he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, eyes dragging up and down your frame without shame.
"yeah, yeah, whatever ya need. stay as long as you want. but if you’re gonna be walkin’ around like that, don’t be surprised if you leave here with more than just clean laundry."
you blinked. “what?”
leona just grinned wider at that, sharp teeth flashing. you had no idea what you just started.
xavier humping you from behind as you focus on your tasks for the evening, still pissed off from how he didn't bother to text you that he'd be late. it was easy to rile him up- you didn't even have to strip, gentle touches on his cheek inching lower down his chest, fingertips brushing against his erect nipples peeking through his shirt fabric, and he was already whining and panting. xavier begs you to look at him, but you refuse, focusing on making dinner and looking over last night's leftovers. "you could handle wanderers on your own," you hum without looking at him. "go handle this by yourself on the sofa until i'm done, pretty. don't cum until i get there." though he didn't notice, brain hazy with all the pleasure that wouldn't give him his release as he pumped his dick without a break, you smiled when you glanced at him. "wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna cum, [name], please, wanna cum, cum please?" he whined from the couch.
калеб вжимает — практически вбивает — тебя всем своим весом в деревянную стену подсобки. он задирает твою юбку, толкает ступню своей, заставляя раздвинуть ножки, прежде чем стягивает с тебя трусики.
— ты пахнешь божественно, — стонет, почти скулит он, а затем опускается на колени. лижет — широко, быстро, — и ты вся трепещешь, дрожишь.
— тише, сладкая, — бормочет калеб. а следом находит твой клитор, вбирает — смакует — засасывает его на пробу.
— вся моя, хочу тебя только себе, пожалуйста, умоляю.
ты выдыхаешь судорожно, когда калеб набрасывается на тебя — лаская, вылизывая, будто преданный пёс. твои бёдра непроизвольно сжимаются вокруг его головы — действенная ловушка, единственная, которой калеб всегда рад.
никто не осмеливается как-то комментировать пятно на его штанах, когда калеб выходит из подсобки минут через двадцать.
caleb shoving you against the wood of a supply closet as he hikes your skirt up, pushing your feet to make your legs spread with his own before pulling your panties down. "you smell divine." he moans and whines before kneeling down and licking a swift stripe as you shudder. "not so loud, sweetheart." he mumbles, before finding your clit and sucking on it experimentally. "wanna keep you to m'self, please, please." you sigh as he latches on your clit, lapping at you like a mad dog as your thighs press against his head, effectively trapping him deep in you. no one dares to comment on his stained pants as he walks out of the closet 20 minutes later.
originally posted march 28 2025. || russian translation here
caleb whining and bucking under your gentle, teasing touch, head thrown back and eyes rolling as he cums so hard some of it splatters against his chest. you hum, not stopping, using the cum as lube as you continue to work him through the high, and caleb's thick thighs flex as he murmurs something through the haze. "g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum g'nna cum-" he keens as he comes for the nth time that day, but you only chuckle as you keep pressing on. this is his punishment, after all.
reposted from my old account. originally posted on march 23 2025.
there's something divine about the way leona whines underneath you, lithe back arching as he cums. you'd told him to be quiet, unless he wanted his entire dorm to hear him sound like he was filming a porno, but hey, if he wanted to be loud... you were okay with that. "mm.. more." he mumbles underneath you as you chuckle, bending to kiss the moles on his lower back. you slide out of him slowly, licking your lips with a mix of nervousness and anticipation, and leona's tail twirls sultrily in the air as cum drips out of his hole. "good boy." you mumble back to him, angling yourself in your favourite place for the night.
i hc he has moles, and moles on his thin-ass whore waist are smth sexy. my back still hurts btw i think it's bc im 30 kilograms overweight what do you think. || originally posted feb 17 2025.
when he's needy, he's needy. it's not something that usually happens with every woman he meets— it's something exclusive to you. your smell is divine, moving straight to his head; it's how he knows you're nearby, unique only to him. the other beastmen smell you regularly, but during that particular week of the month... you smell like your most preferred flavour. sweet, spicy, tangy, sour, bitter— no matter the flavour, he knows what's going on.
and so he waits, for his queen's show of hand, his divine, patiently, like a hunter. their consent is key to this week— it can make or break their future, as they may never feel safe with him. but oh, the dreams that almost seem like nightmares that strike him every night— he just wants to fold you or half and fuck you till the daylight. or you could fuck him till the daylight and beyond that too, he's not opposed to that.
*queen is used in a completely gn way, like vil! you can be any gender you like :) || originally posted jan 12 2025.
oh, definitely. beastmen noses are sensitive, he said once to you— so naturally, once you started dating, or even fucking, he prefers the most natural scent you've got. doesn't matter that you smell absolutely rancid on a hot day, or that you prefer to shower. he's all up in your personal space, and isn't the shower at his place better? he's got that quality skincare and soaps, after all.
and... maybe if he fucks you in his open-air, private tub... we could try something new ;)
getting fucked by both zhongli and neuvilette, who have something to prove to you and themselves. sucking idlly on neuvilette's cock as zhongli rams you from behind, and you're not sure if you're even cumming anymore, stuffed to the brim and put on display for the men who'd been vying for your affection. zhongli is rough, rougher than neuvillette— his millennia of experience gives him an edge. but neuvilette is softer, more tender with his touch, and the push and pull threw you over the edge a long time ago. you're so far gone, your moans are the only thing you register.
it's easy for you, down on your knees, like that was always where you were meant to be. large hands that were so rough with you a little while back are now gentle, hugging your shoulders and fisting your hair. "good boy," he breathes above you, chest heaving, and his thighs near your head pulsate as he comes for the third time. "good boy, [name]."
sylus deepthroating the gun you push into his face, spit coating the loaded gun when you pull it out. "you've got some nerve," you spit before opening his mouth to shove it back in there, foot pressing on his raging erection as his eyes blow wide open and a fragmented moan leaves his raw throat. "that's right, whore." you smirk, sitting right on his chair— his throne, grinning when you saw the wet spot at his crotch darken. "good boy."
inspired by this art by @baobei-bu. originally posted dec 23 2024.
leona eats you out like you're his favourite meal. maybe you are, the way your cum-stained sheets have recently become his home, his mouth on your twitching hole like that has always been where it should have been. the sweat and the moans and the smell of sex are his lifeline— along with the way your hands grip at his hair like it's the only thing that's preventing you from falling apart. but darling, you're so far gone, you barely remember your own name. and he's happy to provide you any service you desire.
cater diamond is cruel with his love. sex is a trade, something to give and something to take, and he loves the way you beg for it, nude at his feet and looking at him with pleading eyes. he is gentle with the way he touches you, caresses you, and the way his eyes look at you, so cold but burning hot, makes you feel excited and safe with him. "you'll be good for me, won't you?" he whispers, and you nod- there was no other option, after all.
dom!cater, sub!reader | originally posted 13 december 2024.
