"Raw and Primal Earth-Shattering Orgasms!!! Get Stuffed Day & Night by the Leader of Onichynus!!!!!" tags: marathon sex, overstimulation, breeding, praise kink 🧐
“That training of yours is really paying off, kitten~ You’ve been keeping up so well with me.”
There was a teasing timbre in Sylus's voice as a he spoke. In any other context, he would have likely even offered a round of soft applause.
However, his hands were much too occupied to do anything of the sort.
Rather, his hands continued to cradle your body, groping and squeezing your plush skin while keeping you close and secure to his broad, towering physique as he kept on with relentlessly barreling his long, heavy cock into the drooling heat of your core.
As your eyes remained rolled back in pleasure while your lips were fixed to moan out his name and plead for more of his vigorous thrusts, you had certainly lost count as to how many times he had already stuffed you full with his cum throughout the night.
But Sylus was certainly keeping track, given the goal he set out to achieve the moment he eagerly hauled you into his bedroom.
“I definitely know I'm not making it easy for you, but--"
His tongue swiped over his grinning lips.
The hand that was once fondling your breasts soon trailed down to rest right on your stomach.
"After tonight, I’ll make sure the pretty mommy of my kids will never have to lift a finger~”
"My Lord Marquess, surely you understand our concerns for the continuation of the Rosfield bloodline?" Clive has been increasingly pulled into marriage talks from Uncle Byron, Joshua, and his fellow Shields of Rosaria. Your ask was the last straw. Full Nelson + breeding plz Chell muchos garcias 🙏💖
"I understand fully well, my lady. However--"
Grunts held back behind gritted teeth, Clive continued to keep your body dangling off the ground and restrained within a cage of chiseled, bulking muscle. His thick arms kept your thighs spread wide apart, granting all the necessary passage needed for him to proceed on endlessly with stuffing your core full with the fat girth of his cock and the molten sticky heat of his seed.
"I feel I can best resolve such matters only if it's with you and you alone."
One of my favourite things about Yan Wen-Li is just how much he doesn't want to be there.
Poor man just wants so desperately to retire and become a historian, but unfortunately he's the only competent person in the fucking nation when it comes to commanding the army.
And he's constantly in danger because of it too. He keeps getting dragged back to this position he doesn't want, solves the issue, then the Republic decides he's too dangerous, so he tries to leave, and then the Empire rocks up again and everyone scrambles to put him back in position.
Like, I fully get why his people sometimes encourage him to coup against the government with all that shit constantly happening.
That's not even touching all the boners that Reinhard gets at the thought of fighting him. The literal Kaiser is so fucking obsessed it's hilarious.
Thoughts on Messmer the Impaler!?!!!!?? 👀 I would like him to impale me any day 👀👀👀
I'm obsessed and I haven't even seen him in game yet😫😫😫
He's beautiful..... huge.... the hugest.... and I'm happy to report I'm totally normal about him!☺️ and omg you gotta check out this art by triplemoonbow 🤤💕 (it is NOT sfw so here's you're warning!)
I wanna write for him so fckn bad but I need to beat his ass in game first
You’re a princess whose lands Messmer’s flame has razed; your family gone, destroyed, ruined. He’s given you every reason to hate him. So why does heat flood your veins at this name? Doth your wretched heart grow fondness?
In which Messmer adds you, his venom-tongued prisoner to whom he’s grown inexplicably beguiled, to his museum of all things ruined.
Stoic and dependable bullboy! Diluc who becomes a needy mess during his mating season but decides to hide out in his room because he doesn’t want anyone to know but everyone can tell something’s up when he doesn’t show up in the morning to help you. Farmer! Reader who goes to check up on him, immediately knows whats going on when they hear the muffled grunts from Diluc’s and-oh! Is that their name they’re hearing? Knocks on Diluc’s door and asks if they can come in, before going inside anyways and bullboy! Diluc’s face is flushed from embarassment and his rut. But farmer! Reader just cups his face and Diluc lets out a sound that just fuck breaks all your restraint and you both are on each other before anyone can say anything. Diluc does try to get a word in, but with his rut, and farmer! Reader quickly bringing out all sorts of reactions and sounds from him, he gives in to reader and fucks them until this phase 1 of his mating season is over. Reader falls asleep with Bullboy! Diluc’s cum and cock inside them. When you both wake up from phase 1, farmer! Reader is sore in places they did not know existed. This stoic, dependable bullboy clings to Farmer! Reader like a koala, not letting go even after you both wake up. Bullboy! Diluc instead starts kissing down your neck and looks at you with these puppy dog eyes asking if you want to help him with the next part of his rut. As soon as Farmer! Reader nods, you feel bullboy! Diluc get hard again and phase 2 has begun. - 🦦anon
EVERYONE WAKE UP BULLBOY DILUC ASK JUST DROPPED
please how am i supposed to add onto something that's already so perfect.... nothing is better than the idea of a flustered diluc insisting that he doesn't need your help to get him through his tireless rut. poor guy just needs to blow a load but is far too dignified to ask you to help him do so too true
hybrids (bull hybrid/bullboy diluc), breeding + a brief hint of pregnancy at the very end, heat/rut (no ABO), and desperation below the cut! reader is gn + afab
it's not like diluc to miss a day of work.
he's only ever missed a day once— if you can even count that day since you were the one who told him to rest up rather than him choosing to skip work. he was doing a poor job at masking his illness, and the tell-tale symptoms of a fever and a cold were obvious, so you had instructed him to rest for the day and that his chores and work could wait until he starts feeling better.
in all his years as a farmhand and the sole helper (his insistence; he made it clear from the get-go that he prefers to work alone and that, as long as he's around, you won't have any need for any additional help) on your farm, he's only ever had to take a day off from work once, much to his own discontent. he wasn't happy when you basically wrestled him into bed and instructed that he was to get some good bedrest before he even thought about lifting another plank of wood or picking another weed in the garden, but he obliged anyways because he is obligated to listen to you (for the most part). you're his employer and he's your helper, and if you demand that he stay in bed, then stay in bed he shall. he truly brings the old "stubborn as a bull" saying to real life; you'd have more luck trying to convince a rock to get up and walk than convincing diluc to take a day off.
given his perfect attendance record, his hard-working nature, and his silent, unspoken expectation to finish his chores without you so much as asking him to do what needs to be done, when diluc failed to show up for work this morning, you immediately became concerned.
most days, he's the one waking you up for work, not the other way around. though he's always up to get started on chores before the sun rises, there has been many a day where you've overslept and continued to indulge in the comfort of your bed rather than forcing yourself awake to till fields in the pitch-black of the early, early morning. though he originally expressed irritation with having to come and wake you up, as he expected you to already be awake and ready to work as his employer, that scathing irritation has since mellowed out into a flat "It's morning, so let's get to work" before he leaves your room and goes to get started on his own work.
as a result of this accidental routine you two have since established, walking to diluc's room to check to see if he's awoken yet feels... strange. if he hasn't gotten up for work yet, that can only mean one of two things— that he's either fallen ill or injured himself without you knowing.
a gentle rap of your knuckles against the wood door of diluc's room, located on the floor below your room towards one of the corners of your small farmhouse, alerts diluc that you're standing just outside. he didn't always live here with you, but as it became increasingly obvious that he was the best goddamned farmhand you've ever had or ever will have, you invited him to move in for convenience and ease of access to all the resources he more than deserves after all the work he's done for you. you have him to thank for so many different things around the house and the farm— when you injured your back one day and weren't able to finish your chores, diluc took them upon himself without so much as a single muttered complaint. when your gutters needed cleaning and you found it difficult to reach them comfortably, he wordlessly cleaned them and even pounded out a few dents in the metal with a hammer. when you've fallen ill in the past, he was by your side, coaxing warm soup past your lips and quietly encouraging you to just focus on resting while he takes care of the chores.
dutiful, stubborn, somewhat prideful (hence his resistance to the idea of you hiring another farmhand to work alongside him), strong, and caring in his own gruff, quiet way, to say that your own personal bullboy helper has been the best thing to ever happened to you would be a severe understatement. the only possible explanation you could think of for him failing to appear on time for work as he always, always does is illness— the nights have been a little colder than usual lately (which makes covering the crops with tarps all the more important, a chore diluc is more than happy to take care of), so what if he's caught cold?
your previous knock had gained no response, so you knock again, a little louder this time. "diluc, it's six in the morning," you called softly through his door. "are you still in there?"
of course he is— if he hadn't already woken you up by five-thirty as he always does, he must still be in his room.
no response again; he's either too sick to muster up even a "yes" or fast asleep. do you have enough time to run into town and pick up some medicinal herbs? would he be okay without you by his side for an hour or two? what if something terrible were to happen while you're gone and diluc doesn't have anyone to seek out?
just when you raise your fist to knock a third time, you get your first sign of consciousness from your bovine assistant in the form of a low grunt. grumpy in the mornings, how comically on brand for him— you breathe a little sigh of relief to know that he must be okay if his characteristic grouchiness is still within his ability. good. he's awake, and he seems alright.
just to make absolutely sure, you ask him explicitly. "diluc, are you alright? i don't think you've ever overslept once in all the years i've known you!" you offer cheerfully. "i thought you were sick or something—"
"i'm fine," he hisses, voice no louder than a whisper. oh. well. that's a little more than just a touch of morning grouchiness; he sounds almost... irritated? is he offended that you came to check on him because he thinks it's your way of taking pity on him, something he's far too prideful to ever appreciate? is he angry at you for bothering him rather than trusting him to come to work when he was able to?
you're about to offer an awkward, sheepish apology when a different sound seeps through diluc's door. he groans, and were you just the slightest bit more naive, you could probably brush it off as him accidentally stubbing his toe, knocking one of his horns against his bedframe, or tripping over himself, but you know a little better than that.
diluc breathes out your name in a way that's just a little too breathy to be interpreted innocently. though you'd likely tell yourself to get your mind of the metaphorical gutter in any other instance, you can't help but wonder...
"diluc," you say firmly. "i'm gonna come in, okay?" you'd like to at least confirm your suspicions for yourself before you allow your imagination to run a little too wild. before he can protest, you let yourself in, only granting yourself a second to ask why the door wasn't locked if he's doing what you think he's doing.
oh, would you look at that— he was doing what you thought he was doing. if the hand wrapped around his cock and the rises and falls of his chest as he attempts to control his breathing are any indication of the fact that he was just trying to relieve his urges, then you were spot on.
that's right— it is springtime now, isn't it?
he almost seems to glare at you for but a moment before his expression softens with... relief at the view of you standing before him. you can't fight the heat rising to your cheeks back as you dare to take another step closer, shutting the door to his bedroom tight behind you.
"is it," you start awkwardly, clearing your throat. "it's ah... that season, isn't it?"
"what do you think?" diluc asks gruffly, haphazardly adjusting his blanket to try and cover himself, but the tent his hard cock forms in the blanket is almost more indecent than the sight of his bare cock. it only draws more attention to his plight, and you opt to take another step closer and cup one of his cheeks in your hand.
"it's okay, i had wondered," you reply softly. "i don't think i ever noticed last year or any other years before, but you failing to show up to work on time today was a dead giveaway, you know." you offer him a little chuckle in an attempt to relieve the near-palatable tension in the air, and diluc can't help but sigh in response to your touch.
"that's because i was actively trying to hide it from you," he says, but he can't fight the way he instinctively leans into your touch.
"does that mean you weren't trying to hide it this time?"
"that's not what i meant and you know it."
you swallow a lump in your throat and force yourself to make eye contact with him. between the heat in your cheeks and the deep crimson dusting his, you're not sure who's more embarrassed by the situation, though it's probably safe to assume it's diluc— he's always been quite prideful.
he said himself that he made active efforts to hide his rut from you in the past, so getting caught has to be a blow to his ego— he's always so capable, dependable, and hardworking, both because it's his job to be such and because it's what he wants to be for you, so you're sure that he feels a little ashamed to appear so weak before you.
you sigh and lean in closer, resting your forehead against his and brushing your thumbs against his cheeks. "diluc," you say firmly and lowly, prompting him to make eye contact with you.
"does it... hurt?" you ask stupidly, eyes flicking down to the very, very apparent tent in the blanket.
he sighs. "a little," he confesses. "but it's nothing you should concern yourself with. just leave me, go start your work, and i'll catch up afterwards."
you laugh a little under your breath. "no, diluc. though this is certainly different from just... being sick, i wouldn't abandon you when it hurts most. especially not after you were there that time i got really sick, or that time i hurt my back, or that time where—"
looking back, your voicing of your desire to help him through his rut was absolutely the thing that pushed him over the edge. the sound of your voice, the smell of your skin, and the feeling of your hand against his face already had his resolve wearing thinner and thinner by the moment, but nothing could have prepared diluc for your slight pleas to let you help him.
how are you so sweet? 'helpless' certainly isn't the right word to describe you since you more than pull your weight around the farm, but he has to admit... you certainly look helpless when you're shivering under him as he tugs your nipples into his mouth and rubs the heel of his hand against your damp panties. it only took him a moment to throw all the blankets aside, flip you over so your back was pressed against his mattress, and strip you down to your panties so he could indulge himself in you. the feeling of your cunt squeezing and wringing him dry will certainly do more to satiate his relentless heat than his own hand ever could, that's for sure.
he breathes a small "are you sure?" against the side of your neck as he continues to briskly and messily kiss at your jaw, taking care to avoid accidentally scraping you with the thick horns nestled in his hair. you nod and reach for one of his hands, gripping it weakly and breathing out your consent.
not much was said after that— between diluc being near delirious with the desire— no, the need— to breed you full and your own dizzying arousal clouding your senses, there wasn’t much room for coherent speech. it was the first time you had seen diluc so out of sorts, his palms and chest soaked with sweat as he worked your panties down your thighs and spread you open for him. he had stayed up all night jerking off to try and provide himself with even an ounce of relief, but all that now seems downright futile in the face of getting to have sex with his employer.
you have to admit those firm, strong arms of his that you've only ever seen lift supplies, chop wood, and tend to the fields look much better when they're hooked under your thighs as he rams up into you, bouncing you up and down on his thick cock while you squeal his name. the force of his thrusts and the strength of his grip on you are more than enough to convey his need to you— diluc clutches to you like a lifeline, huffing and grunting under his breath as he fucks you to the point of delirium and then some. not only does he best you in terms of strength, he does so in stamina as well— despite not getting a wink of sleep last night, diluc pounds into you so forcefully he knocks the breath from your lungs on each punishing thrust of his cock.
he's going to breed you, he decides. not that he's really in the position to pull out; he's got himself pressed so deep inside of you that he couldn't even begin to dream of forgoing your tight warmth wrapped so well around him. if he whispered something in your ear about knocking you up and getting you all swollen with his child, you were too far gone in your pleasure to hear it, but no matter— he'll take good, good care of you once you're pregnant. he won't take a single day off throughout the nine months you're carrying his child because he has to make up for the day off he's taking today. if things continue like this, which they probably will, he may have to take tomorrow off as well— he'd like to make sure that he's bred you properly, and with at least four more days of his rut in the horizon, he has plenty of time to do just that.
