you're jealous and frustrated, so he reassures you. nsfw, fem!reader, p in v, creampie
✩ ft: aamon paxley
“You were jealous?” he groans from above you, his chest rising and falling.
It had been hours since he had you trapped beneath him, and the statement you had been dreading to hear all morning brought a deep flush of embarrassment across your cheeks. You immediately shook your head and reached to cover your face, only to be stopped when he gave you a sudden harsh thrust of his hips.
“Words, baby.”
You cried out in denial, “I— I’m not!”
Aamon let out a huff, using his hand to guide your gaze back to meet his hungry eyes. “Is this why you've been so awfully bratty? Testing my patience?”
This morning, he had to hold an audience with a few noble ladies, handling their exhausting demands that required immediate attention. As a result, your date had been postponed— though he had offered plenty of gifts as compensation, a date you had spent weeks planning together was nowhere near replaceable.
You sniffled against his palm as soft whimpers escaped your lips. He sighed again at your crying state, guiding your hips flush against his as you hooked your legs around him. He leaned down against your neck, letting himself be engulfed by the sweet aroma you gave off, despite the air being heavy with the scent of sex.
He gently gripped your waist as he began to move his hips slowly. He groaned, relishing on how snug and warm you were around him, but as your soft cries reached his ears again, it brought him back down from his high. “You already know you have me all to yourself.” He captured your lips in a fervent kiss, panting. “Fuck, we even share the same last name.” With that, he gave you a sudden, deep thrust.
Your eyes widened at the harshness, an overwhelming mixture of pain and fucking pleasure shoots deep inside of you. You feel your insides churn as you let out a whiny whimper and his cock twitch at the angelic sound. You cry out, “S-slow d-down— ah, please!”
He grunts, his pace unrelenting, but now even faster. “Don’t try—ah- fuck— try to ignore it,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss you again, messy tongues colliding with each other as your moans muffled against his lips. “Even if I do spend more time in m-meetings, I always come back to you at the end of the day—a-ah... d-don’t I?”
You sniffled, your tone shaky from the force of his movements as the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm nearing had you seeing white. “M’sorry...! hic— won’t do it again!”
He feels himself getting closer from the tightness of your cunt. He stills for a second and leaned back to take in your disheveled state on his bed. You looked angelic yet sinful all at once. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed heavily. “Oh, baby. You don't understand how you make me so fuckin’ crazy, and yet you still doubt me?”
You shook your head immediately, your eyes closing in an attempt to stop your embarrassment but he only found it all adorable. He chuckles lowly behind your ear, “That just means... hah, I’m going to make this night all about you.”
His fingers reached lower to where your bodies joined, his thumb circling your clit slowly. You let out a soft whimper at the added stimulation, feeling yourself teetering even closer to the edge as he started fucking into you again, his fat cock bruising your cervix.
“You’re squeezing me—ah, s-shit- so tight, baby,” he grunted, his hips moving faster as he chased his own release. His thumb rubs faster and with the final sharp thrust, your legs shake and tighten around his waist. You let out a mix of pretty moans and whimpers as your nails rakes down his back.
The way you clamped down on him—pulling him deeper—had sent him over the edge. He came with a hoarse grunt as his cock twitched and he shoots pretty white strings, filling your insides to the brim, and leaving you feeling impossibly full. He leans down, wrapping your bare body in his arms as the room is filled with heavy pants and sighs as he occasionally humps to get everything out and inside of you.
He tilted his head down to glance at where your bodies met, grinding his hips gently, unintentionally rubbing against your clit and you whimper from the overstimulation before he finally pulls out with a satisfied sigh, then laying by your side.
He admires your disheveled state and chuckles softly. “Didn’t know you’d be this messy yet so pretty,” he murmured, but his amusement softened when he noticed your face flush in red with a mix of a tear-streaked face. He gently reaches out to your face, wiping your tears with his thumb and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I truly am sorry for giving you less attention... I’ll make sure to meet you as often as possible. You can even tag along during my meetings. You just never asked before, so I thought it bored you.”
You sniffled, your mind was still a little hazy from your recent orgasm. You looked away in embarrassment as you murmur against his neck,“...That’d make me feel even worse.”
Aamon shook his head in disapproval. “Can’t take back my words, baby. From now on, I’ll make you the happiest and most loved wife out there.”
You pursed your lips, your cheeks flushing, “I already am though...”
His lips stretched to give you a smile as he lets out an amusement huff, “You sure are, darling. Also adorable when she's very jealous.”
I've been in the MLBB fandom for years now but I never knew that there was a fanfic fandom for it??? I've been missing out for so long!
I'm attracted to so many MLBB men but I find myself being so into Yin personality wise, so I'm here to kindly ask for more fics about him.
I'm thinking suggestive but not necessarily smut. Just a dose of reader making him extremely flustered and worked up because she just read something interesting and she wanted to test it out and poor Yin goes along with it until he's hard and aching but he's too shy to ask for help from the oblivious reader who's treating the whole thing as a science experiment lol. At the end, she finally notices his pout and finds him adorable before giving him a hand job or something to help him out?
If you're not into that kind of thing, I would love a cute story from Yin's pov about how he gradually falls for reader and how she heals his trauma through the affection she shows him?
Thanks!!!
A FAVOR . . . ?
synpss: casually spending time with yin ended up with something more intimate. nsfw, fem!reader, masturbation (m! recieving), handjob
ft: yin
To Yin's surprise, you took his debt joke a little too seriously, as he was now forced to come to your house immediately. The sun was yet to set when he made himself walk up to your house, his movement a bit sluggish from the intense training he just did as he lifted himself inside your window.
His eyes, although seemingly tired, couldn't mistake the mat on the floor as you carefully laid them.
“Hi, what are you—”
“Yin! I'm so glad you came!” You beamed as you noticed him and gently ushered him to lay on the mat. You then continued, your voice betraying your excitement, “I’m trying something out! I'll be proposing yoga exercises to my patients whenever they experience strains in their body. And since you owe me a favour and quite a regular, you'll help me!”
Yin wouldn't deny his frequent visits, he claims that he's helping you practice your healing skills. He would then often try to cause trouble or injure himself during trainings just to have your attention solely back to his.
But this was different, you were the one asking his presence now... and that made his heart flutter in his chest despite how tired he was with his earlier training. Of course, he agreed on the spot.
He carefully sat on the mat and his exhausted mind tries to comprehend your suggestion. He sheepishly chuckles at your last sentence, “But... I barely know yoga.”
“Don't worry, it’s similar to your training but more… relaxing, I guess?” You sort of assured him and lifted a paper with the listed exercises you had readied earlier. “And maybe you'll finally stop having daily trips to my house just because you have strains.”
For the last few hours, it was thanks to Yin's training that most of the exercises were finished and now suggested for your yoga plan. Then there was the ‘upward dog’ where he let out a chuckle at the name.
You scolded him immediately and he quickly frowns as you ordered him to lie on his stomach, his face showed scepticism as you moved to crouch just a few feet away from his head.
“Then, place both of your hands, laid flat on the surface, parallel to your chest below it. Then, lift your head—like, with your shoulders,” You gently guided his chin to raise until you were satisfied with his position as he let out a grunt at the effort. You smiled and moved to his side while crouching and placed a slight pressure on his back. “Does that feel good? Did you feel something on your back?”
Yin’s hands faltered briefly as he felt your gentle touch on his back, his tone barely relaxed, “Back feels nice…”
You stood up and scribbled on your notes with a hum, “Alright, next position: the plank pose. I'm sure you're familiar with this one.”
He nods as he gently shifted his position. His movements were much more shaky beneath your gaze compared to when he does it alone. He lifted his body just a few inches from the floor, and you quickly noticed the slight arch.
You slipped your hand below him and carefully made his stomach area lift up to have his back straight, his breath hitching as he shakily followed your guidance and quietly whimpered.
"Hmm, are you sure you do this daily?”
“Yeah…” he murmurs in a shaky tone.
You only hummed and just proceeded to do more exercises. However, whenever you guide him to a pose from a pose, he reluctantly denies your help because he knows you'll notice it right away. Because one after the other, his body feels hot and hotter.
“Yin. Yin, are you listening? I said, lift your hips higher—like, push your hips outward.”
“I… c-can’t.” He grunts. Of course, he can't do it, it'll obviously leave a mark.
You let out a frustrated sigh as you had to press his back more outward for his lower back to stretch. But once he felt your touch again, his eyes widened, and he let out a surprised gasp. He was afraid you'd see it from up close— The thought itself made the strength in his arms waver and made him fall down on the mat.
You gasped as worry took over your expression. You immediately sat beside his scrunched form and gently massaged his hips where most took the damage. He let out a quiet whimper at the touch as he tried to weakly push your shoulders, afraid that you'd see his hard on.
“Yin, I'm trying to help—”
“P-please—I can't take it anymore…”
You frowned. “I mean, we'll take a break. But why so sudden— Oh.”
Yin swallowed as he trailed where your gaze was, and he immediately tried to cover himself, his tone shaky in embarrassment. “S’rry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. It's just that you're so close and—” and I need you badly.
It took a lot in you to not back away and disappoint your favourite patient. Even if Yin was a headache to deal with everyday, you can't deny you've taken a liking of him recently. And maybe it's the reason you've specifically called him and not your other friends. But it's like, your day wouldn't be complete without his beaming face looking at your way.
You swallowed and let out a soft sigh, “I see… do you want me to...”
You trailed off and Yin's eyes shot up at you, his expression weary as he shakes his head, “It’s fine... I won't force you to do anything.”
But once he heard your soft huff and your reassuring words, he let out a sigh and finally let his urges take him over completely. He captured your lips in a passionate manner as you shifted to straddle his legs. Your own lips match his fervour as you briefly gasp to take a breath and back again.
He groans once on your lips as he feels your hands roam around his hips. He fumbled to open his pants and brought down his boxers. He sighs in relief as he finally lets it free.
Your hand gently wraps over his, and he groans from the touch. You admired his length and gave it a few jerks.
He moved his hands to your hips as he pulled you closer and nuzzled his face on your neck, he breathed a low sigh, “You could just give me this— I'll be, Ill be fine.”
You gave it a few more pumps as he felt his body getting warmer. You gently lifted your palm to tease his tip, and he whimpers as you feel him hug you tighter. You smeared the precum you collected from his tip across his cock as you felt its pulses under your touch, he let outs a gasp again.
Your chest was flush against his now, and you whispered, your voice sultry but soft, “Your cute sounds make you irresistible, baby. Try to slack that pretty mouth more f’me, ah?”
Yin's flustered face looks up at you briefly and his lips finds your lips once again, his breath shaky as he intertwines your tongue with his. He groans as he feels you hastening your movement, he hides his face again.
You softly giggled at the sight of the current state of Yin and couldn't help but remember his usual playful and carefree attitude you fell in love with. You preferred him this way, you thought.
You sped up as your other hand caressed his toned abdomen, your fingers roam around his abs and you gasped as you felt him suddenly jerk his hips to meet your hand. He muttered a quiet sorry as you licked your lips and you stilled his hips and your movement. He groans in frustration, but you only chuckled and couldn't help but tease your pretty boy, “You're close, aren't you?”
He frantically nods as his face is still nuzzled on your neck, and he shakily whimpers, “Y-yes, baby—please, keep moving.”
You huffed, continued to pump his cock again, and hastened your movements. He gasps as he feels that knot inside of him about to snap, and his abdomen tightens as he holds you tighter. His breathing quickened, and with a last jerk of his hips, he shoots pretty white strings, and he groans loudly. It coated up your hand and some on his chest. He tried to calm his breathing but whined as he heard your giggle again.
“You sound so angelic when you come, Yin. Makes me want to do it again.” Your soft tone made him huff in embarrassment as you gently pulled him away from your chest to see his flustered expression.
He frowned, his face still heated and he swallowed, “Don’t.. don't just casually say that.” He grunts as he feels you put himself back in his pants and wipe his waste off of him and on your hand with a napkin.
“How can I? It makes me want to keep you all to myself.” You grinned, your tone teasing as you tossed the napkins away in your trashcan. But you won't deny, keeping him to yourself is indeed such a dream.
His heart flutters but still embarrassed by the whole situation. You looked at his expression, and you hummed as if thinking, then you smiled cheekily and said, “How about it, Yin? Will you be my little boyfriend?”
synpss: just granger being stressed out from work and letting it out on his lovely lover (gently bc he's a gentleman). nsfw, fem!reader, belly bulge, slight marking, penetration, creampie, fondling
ft: granger
He needed something to ease the ache.
The ache from his fingers which continuously shifts from chords to chords on his violin. The ache from his chest that kept on heaving when he finally captured the demons as per the order of the empire, but heard he only caused more ruckus than peace across the street.
And once he came back to the empire, he was scolded by his uncontrollable behavior and left disappointed.
Granger needed something to ease the ache. Oh, how he can't wait to go home.
When he entered your shared home, he stopped in his tracks and basked in the sight of you preparing dinner for the two of you, and the sight alone made him feel something. Mentally note to himself that he'll reward you soon.
You were startled when you felt arms circle around your waist and a chest press against your back. You relax once you get a whiff of your lover's perfume as he starts peppering little kisses on your neck, your scent invading his senses all over, “What's gotten into you, hm?” He mumbled something in response and you shrugged it off.
You only tilted your neck to give him more room, your hand softly grasped his hair as the little pecks turned into wet kisses. You guessed he had a rough day by telling how desperate he was acting tonight. You hummed.
Soon, the kisses weren't enough anymore, and he groaned in frustration. He turned you around, lifted you up and you yelped, your legs instinctively wrapping themselves around his lower torso and head towards your shared bedroom.
His chest was now flush against your back, he shakily bucks hips into you as one of his hands held both your hands above your head, his other hand supported your hips. Your whole body shaking from the recent orgasm.
“You feel—ngh so good,” he panted close to your ear, something about his voice made a moan escape your wet lips but soon muffled by the mattress as you clenched around him.
His hips faltered as he let out a loud groan at the sudden tightness, but quickly he continued to thrust his hips into you. He sighed with pleasure, “Fuck, you liked that, sweetheart? How good y’make me feel?”
You moaned, your lover wasn't usually the one leading in the bedroom and whenever this side of Granger shows up, your mind goes blank.
Suddenly, with the hand that was grabbing both your hands, he led one of your hands towards your stomach and you shuddered at the indent of his cock as it thrust in and out of you, “You feel that? That’s all for you.”
He grins at your reaction, soon nuzzling his face in your neck, leaving wet kisses. His other hand lets go of your hand and switches to knead your breast, you gasped, saliva coating your lips as he pinched and rubbed the hard bud.
You were getting close. His thrusts were getting slower now, his breathing on your neck went uneven and you realised he was getting close too, “Hah, that's r–right. Come for me, love!”
He whines on your neck and he shakily reaches down to rub circles on your clit, hoping to reach that high together. That coil inside you is returning once more.
He pounds into you quickly, your moans turning high pitched. With another rub on your clit, you come. You arched your back and he soon came in seconds later.
You laid your aching body on the soft mattress below you as your lover hugged you tightly, and you chuckled at his behaviour.
He pulled out, sighing as he watched as his cum trickled down your inner thighs. He then placed himself beside your body to face you, adorning your dishevelled state as he stared at your lips, panting, and couldn't help but dive in for a kiss.
You moaned at the kiss but it soon ended as you pulled away, he whined. You stared at his teary eyes, you also love this side of him.
His lips are a little reddish from the kisses you shared tonight. He stared at you as if asking for something. You looked at his state now and you laughed heartily, “Yes, we can cuddle.”
Granger quickly scooted closer to your nude body and hugged it tightly against him as if you would be gone tomorrow, but right now, as you seed your fingers through his hair, he sighs contently—you eased his aches.
synpss: dyrroth, who can't seem to get enough of your cunt, keeps begging you for more. nsfw, fem!reader, fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, slight dubcon
ft: dyrroth
“One more, love…” he hums in between your inner thighs. He had laid you on his bed, a heavy scent of lust hangs in the air. You both were at it for… let's say, the last few hours and he still refuses to stop and give you any break. Earlier, your little abyss prince was feeling a bit touchy and you entertained him for a bit, thinking he was just missing your warmth— but oh how you were so wrong.
His fingers, wet due to your past orgasms, deliciously curled inside your pussy as his tongue played with your abused clit, “Dy, b-baby– ah, p-please… I can't do it anymore!” You reach for one of his horns and he lets out one of the whorish moan you've heard from him as you try to pry him off of your sensitive cunt but he only harshly gripped your thighs that will surely leave a bruise tomorrow. He opened your legs further, denying you of your wish and you whine.
He continues and you could only take what his torture gives you. His face contorts as if focusing on finding that one spot in you, the squelches getting louder. He finds that spot in you and you instinctively try to grab his hair to pull him off, like before, he won't budge, “Stop it,” he groans on your pussy, sending vibrations through your clit, and you're left sobbing his name in hopes for him to stop. He continued to abuse that sweet spot in you with his fingers and you thrash in his hold but he keeps you down— stay put, don't make him repeat himself.
You started to feel that familiar coil on your lower abdomen, and he seemed to catch on it, “Come for me, princess.” He started to pick up his pace with his fingers making you gasp as his thumb focused on your clit. With one final stroke of his fingers, you shake uncontrollably and close your legs around his head, you moan and release on his fingers. He eased your legs to calm down as he lapped painfully slow on your slick and moan in delight.
Though he didn't stop there, no, he didn't release the grip on your thighs as his tongue still played with your clit, and you sobbed on being too sensitive from your last orgasms, “D-dyrroth hic please that's enough..!” He hummed again, and you cried helplessly at his question, “Princess… one more, please?”
