𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⁞ phew… porn with lots of feelings, probably ooc, pegging/anal sex, fingering, fauxjob, spit, oral fixation, collars and leashes, rough sex, thigh fucking, probably more.
wc: 6.7k. a/n: hi I have returned :3 hopefully I can do this more consistently. Thank you for sticking around if you have and hello newcomers! I figured since femdom content is scarce, especially in the HSR community, I could make it myself. I hope it’s received kindly lol
The evening was nigh, at least from what you could tell. The planets were aligning in a certain manner that led you to think so. As you referenced the clock ticking away slowly on the wall, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief you hadn’t experienced in what felt like years. Finality had been avoided narrowly, and you felt yourself thanking the Aeons, even if you didn’t truly have faith in any of them.
Embracing your new role as a Stellaron Hunter was definitely not an event you expected. It was hard to understand. You, an unfortunate victim of the shadow of Nihility, an important sustainer of the universe, keeping it from Finality? Elio had promised you with joining them, you would soon find your purpose, escape the darkness and nothingness of the Nihility. It was unheard of, a Self-Annihilator reversing the effects of IX.
With your senses shot, you were lucky enough to find your heart still beating all the same, caring for your comrades as if they were friends you’ve known all your life. The young ladies Firefly and Silver Wolf, were quite reserved in their own ways, the latter only reserved as she was constantly living in her room indulging in the ever-addicting Currency Wars. Kafka was a beauty, and you knew she knew it. It was so hard to look away when her makeup was freshly set onto her face and her new pair of earrings adorned her ears. There was always somebody within a group that stuck out, but to you? It was the immortal swordsman, Blade.
He craved the sweet release known as death just as you did. The man yearned for a release from his plaguing agony, and all you desired was to feel human again, something the Nihility took away from you. In a way, you both understood one another, even if your encounters were fleeting and painfully awkward. He wasn’t as aloof and arrogant as he appeared to be in front of enemies. In truth, he was rather gentle with his comrades, the ones he truly did care about.
Blade had said you all reminded him of friends from bygone days, and you couldn’t help but smile when you heard that.
As you sat against the warm cushions of the couch, you watched as he cleaned up the kitchen. He was brooding and quiet, but he was certainly responsible. He always made sure you all were fed, he’d even created a chore chart that he strictly enforced with just a stare (even if everyone besides Silver Wolf abided by it just fine).
“Do you need any help?” You called out, hesitant to talk to the man. In truth, you found him rather attractive. His perspectives on life, or rather the end of it, his insistence on caring for those he loved, his long blue hair tinted with red, almost appearing to be bloodstained. You’re sure with knowing who he was, anyone could have guessed it was blood if they weren’t aware of how he washed his hair often.
“I’m alright. Thank you,” came his sultry, rich voice. Your fists clenched at your sides, and you couldn’t help but wonder why your legs were taking action before you could truly think about it. With gentle ease, you pushed his hands away from the sink, taking the sponge and beginning to scrub the ones he had not reached yet. In his eyes, there was mild offense, but you chose to disregard it.
You knew he lacked the nerve to stand up to you. Your power usurped him in many ways, and truthfully, he knew you could give him that sweet taste of death that he craved so deeply. Maybe that’s what kept his eyes on you, all that you offered him. Alas, you were warned against using your power to give him what he wanted. Elio was not one to mess around with the script and interferences, and he trusted that you would follow in his footsteps with that mindset.
Blade watched you with eyes that were uncharacteristically soft. They appeared to always be so cold and daunting, despite the paradoxical fire burning eternally in the color of them. With a protesting huff, he took a glass of Kafka’s favorite wine and poured you both a glass. “Have you heard from Kafka?” He questioned, leaving your glass a bit away from you for when you felt ready to drink with him.
“From my understanding, the script required a trip to Penacony. It required Firefly, Kafka and Silver Wolf,” you explained, a small smile ghosting across your lips. “In other words, a shopping trip they did their best to conceal.”
He hummed in understanding, seemingly unaware of how his hands grew busy, fidgeting with his buttons or the glass he held. You had never seen him so… nervous? If that’s even what it was. “I hope you are not uncomfortable being alone with me. I’m sure they will return in a few days.”
Something you could’ve only sworn was the beginning of a smile rested on the edge of his pale lips. “I feel comfortable with you. More calm and eased than I have in centuries,” he told you, his eyes meeting yours and making your cheek’s uncharacteristically burn. His eyes were beautiful, glittering like rubies, and the look in them looked almost vulnerable. Something you’d never seen in the stoic swordsman.
“That’s… very kind. I’m happy I can do that for you… Blade,” you spoke, taking a sip of the drink he’d poured for you. In a soft moment of clarity, one you both might’ve called weakness, you smiled at him. He softly smiled back, looking away and leaning against his palm. Your hands, adorned with well-groomed fingernails, caught a strand of his hair that had fallen into his view, and pushed it behind his ear. “Don’t obscure my view of you, please. The Xianzhou natives were right, you are handsome.”
You breathed a bit heavier after you spoke. You had only had a couple sips of alcohol, surely this wasn’t liquid courage. With eyes full of something unfamiliar, he looked back to you rather quickly, obediently. “That is very kind of you. Thank you, (Y/N).” Words seem to hang on his lips, the shuddering of them making that rather evident. His strong and calloused hands were holding one another, shaking slightly as his nerves seemed to always be constantly alight.
“Why do you appear so nervous?” You asked him, your hand affectionately being placed on his arm. “It’s only you and I. You know I am no threat to you.” Your words seem to have struck a nerve with him. He stood up to walk away, putting his glass away in the sink.
“In truth, I am not nervous because I fear you. I’m anxious because of my admiration for you,” he confessed, his bright, fiery eyes glued to yours. “My desire for you.” The finality of his words were punctuated with a whisper, embarrassment plaguing the air between you both. Even so, you didn’t crack, both of your stoic expressions remaining unchanged.
“You desire me?” It felt unreal to witness those words roll of his tongue in the rich voice of his that you so adored. You both had been walking circles around each other, avoiding the fleeting glances and the conversations that meant a bit more than what two friends would define. Even Kafka had pointed it out in a joking manner, describing his expression in vivid, humiliating detail.
“I do,” he answered. “Kafka knows of this. I don’t know what to do with these feelings, even if she has provided me with so much guidance.” With a soft smirk forcing your lips to curl. He was unsure of what he was feeling. Lust, love, fear. His hands continued to shake, something he tried to hide from your prying eyes.
“I desire you, as well. I want a night with you, if you’ll allow me,” you replied, taking his cold hands in your own. “Take some time to clean yourself. You’re welcome in my room after that. If you would like to leave these words said and actions undone, we can do that, but know I crave your body just as you crave mine.”
What were you saying? Your sexual experience was minimal. You were confident you could bring him satisfaction, but you worried for your own self. Falling into the Shadow of IX had shot your nerves, everything physical but a heartbeat you found yourself unable to feel much of. It wouldn’t be easy for him to satisfy you. In truth, he appeared to be inexperienced as well. You wanted this to go well, you really did, but you weren’t feeling confident that that wish would come to pass.
You undressed yourself and rinsed off in the bathroom as he did so in his own. In a way, you found yourself plagued with insecurity. Blade was a man that you found yourself abnormally comfortable with, and to lose what he had given you would haunt you. To lose this bond you’d created with a man so easily swayed by the simple offer of death… you felt yourself beginning to think a bit too much.
The rest of your shower was spent in silence, not riddled with the hums of songs you’d enjoyed before the enjoyment of music was stolen from you. Drying yourself and readying yourself furthermore, you jumped in the slightest hearing knocks on your door. You twisted your doorknob, opening it to look up at the man you anticipated. His eyes retained their usual harsh and cold appearance, but you knew better. Something was in his hand, but he put it aside before you could figure out what it was.
“I want this,” Blade whispered to you. “I… don’t want to disappoint you.” His concern for your pleasure was truthfully sweet. You knew of many men who only cared for their pleasure, never bothering to finish what they started. But, he seemed different. He was concerned with what you wanted most.
“I think I will be disappointed regardless, not because of your skill, but because sex truly does not mean much to me anymore—”
“Please,” he stopped you, his strong arms enveloping you, holding your waist. “I am unfamiliar with things of this nature, but I know I want to please you. May I at least try, (Y/N), even if my efforts are fruitless and in vain?”
You felt your heart rate increase, warmth spreading across your face. “Kafka has told me of many of her experiences, and I don’t feel right taking control of a woman like you. I guess that is abnormal in this world of sexuality.”
“I think our best course of action is exploring what we really enjoy, or at the very least, finding out what it is,” you told, taking his hand and helping him settle along the towel you had placed against the silky sheets of your bed. His clothes were not fully buttoned up, and you took advantage of that, slowly removing his top and placing it on a chair beside your bed. Candles were lit as you were given time beforehand, and you were doing your best to help Blade relax, even if he was unaware of what he really wanted.
As your clothes remained abandoned beside you, you mused at how hard he was already; how his cock twitched with every soft praise and brush against his skin. It was scarred from head to toe. Gnarly ones to shallow cuts, and you could tell he was ever so slightly ashamed of them. “Don’t be ashamed. You’re a marvel, Blade,” you comforted, moving his hair from his face once more and tracing your fingers along his jawline. “Truly a beauty. I’d almost consider it a shame nobody else has gotten their hands on you. But, really, I don’t think I’m too disappointed.”
The immortal trembled uncharacteristically beneath your touch, breathing heavily as you kissed along the cold skin of his neck. He felt like the dead, yet it was one state he could not reach. Even so, feeling along his waist and cheeks, you felt residual warmth and a flame sparking anew within his tired body. You pushed him against the propped up pillows slowly, taking his bountiful pec in your hand and massaging the flesh. “Can I touch you like this?” You whispered, kissing and sucking on his neck, leaving bruises and trails of saliva in your wake.
“Yes. Don’t… hesitate. I want you to enjoy this,” Blade answered, his cock firmly hardened against his stomach. His eyes were closed and he hardly seemed relaxed at all, and you felt that was wrong in a practice as intimate as sex.
“Tell me what you want. I will figure out what I want as we go along, but this is as much yours as it is mine. What makes you feel good, Blade?” You asked, your voice a bit more stern and your eyes locked in heated contact with his.
“This body has never been mine to control. At the very least, take back the control I cannot seem to find, and make it a pleasurable experience,” Blade answered. “Do as you please. I… promise to relax more.”
You smiled softly, your eyebrows creasing in adoration. “We will experiment, okay? You can tell me what you like as we go along. Do you… want me to take the lead?” You asked, moving pillows around behind him. With a subtle and shy nod, you couldn’t help but feel your mind be overcome with voracity for the beauty in front of you.
He adjusted to the submission you allowed him, unsure of where his hands should go. With an endearing smirk, you straddled his lap, bare skin pressing against his own. The contrast of your body heat could’ve brought forth steam, you thought. He was cold and you were agonizingly warm, anticipating the night you would have together. With guiding hands, you took his hands, the size of them much different to yours; with careful precision, you placed them against your waist, assisting him in holding you close. In that moment, he looked at you like you were the center of his universe.
“You deserve this pleasure just as much as I do,” you whispered, grinding your pussy against his hardened cock. Precum dribbled along his toned abs, making you giggle a bit to yourself. You were unsure of allowing him inside, since the two of you didn’t seem to have any sort of protection. Even so, this is what he wanted. To be controlled in a way that made his body feel like his own and still be exhilarating. Considering you were a woman who could turn him into a memory, if not that, he seemed to adore you.
He was breathing heavily as your folds danced around his cock, enticing him and tempting him with the warmth of your insides. Blade felt this was misery yet also bliss, looking to you with something akin to submission tinged with confusion. He trusted you and was growing more relaxed, as evident by the precum dripping like a fountain, but even so, this was a world he was yet to learn.
You leaned in, arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him into a kiss. His lips were dry, but not uncomfortably so. They tasted of the alcohol you’d both indulged in earlier, ever so slightly. His eyes were closed and his eyebrows were scrunched, kissing you back with need and hunger like you’d never seen in him before. Your lips danced around one another, and in a moment of uncharacteristic boldness, his tongue swiped the bottom of your lip, practically begging for entrance. He was beginning to grow restless, his cock aching between your thighs. His fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, hips bucking as to alleviate some of the pressure growing in his abdomen; a desperate attempt to find glorious friction and relief in a woman who could hold his entire existence in her palm.
Blade kissed with fervor and passion like you’d never seen in anyone before, pulling away every once in a while to catch the breath he often hated he still had. His voice was whiny when he let it through the cracks, humming in embarrassment at how he could sound, even if it was just a bit higher than his usual deep voice. Your lips trailed from his lips to his jawline, down his neck and along his prominent collarbone and broadened shoulders. You praised him, and with each word, felt his cock bounce against your thigh. Soft lips continued to trail down his eager body, muscles twitching at every moment of contact, his thighs trembling as he felt you lick the precum from his stomach.
You cherished the salty yet sweet taste of it all, savoring it in your warm mouth before taking him in a kiss once more. With your tongue dancing against his, your hand gathered some of the remaining precum in your palm, spreading it against his reddened, pulsing tip. Blade twitched in sensitivity at the contact, groaning in ecstasy as you stroked his dick, attempting to cover his mouth and being surprised to find your hand holding it back. “I want to hear you, Blade. Don’t rid me of that pleasure,” you whispered.
It seemed whatever he was holding back felt the comfort of making itself present, his body finally relaxing and his moans gracing your eardrums. Your body filled with unfamiliar chills as you heard the Stellaron Hunter’s song. “Mmh, beautiful,” you complimented, kissing his neck furthermore and listening to his stuttering breaths and the hitches of them.
“This feels amazing,” Blade whispered to you, his hands becoming entangled with you, hands still unable to find where to go as his senses were overrun with pleasure. “Your hands feel so different from anyone who has ever touched me. You’re so gentle.”
You watched as a little smile grazed his lips once more, his eyes painted over with a sheen layer of lust. He was practically losing his mind as you jerked him off, your hands rhythmically making their way down his shaft and back up to strategically rub against his sensitive underside. “Is this enough for you?” You asked, kissing along his scarred arms and chest. “I want your body to be lost in this feeling. You deserve mounds of pleasure and I’m not sure how to give it to you.”
At a loss, you were beginning to feel dissatisfied. You wanted this experience to be memorable for you both, but a simple intimate handjob seemed like it wouldn’t be enough. “The side of your bed… I put— oh, fuck,” he groaned, his incomprehensible babble giving you enough of a clue. You looked to the side of your bed to find a little satchel, seemingly one of Kafka’s.
“Why is this here?” Your voice came, a bit of jealousy beginning to form.
“Inside… she’s taught me more of the sexual realm than I’ve cared to discover myself. She’s a rather giving woman, you and I both know,” with his voice soft and still a bit more airy than it usually was, you opened the satchel and felt your breath halt. This man was stoic, cold, brooding and full of homicidal tendencies. What the fuck was he doing with a bag full of sex toys? “When I told her of my feelings for you, she gifted me that. I found it to be tasteless, but maybe she knew what she was doing.”
With a sigh, you couldn’t help but laugh. “She really had no faith in you, did she?” With a small smile, your curled lips reached across and planted a small kiss on his eager lips. As you tried to pull away, you were surprised to feel his strong arms pulling you in, showing resistance for the first time that night.
“I want you. Whatever feels best to you, I’ll take it all,” Blade assured you, his eyes averting yours. He was so confident with a sword in his hand, but he was falling apart in front of a beauty like yourself. His body was full of painfully heightened senses in that moment, and he couldn’t help but feel his heart drop seeing you gather some lubricant on your fingers.
“You cleaned yourself just as I asked, right?” You questioned, punctuating your inquiry with a kiss to his cheek and neck.
“Of course. I prepared for any scenario. I wondered… are you really interested in this, too?” He asked you, leaning back against the pillows per the instruction of your demanding free hand. Too?
“If it makes you feel good, I am willing to learn beyond the knowledge I have already,” you assured him, kissing his chest and gently prying his legs open. His eyes watched your lubricated fingers slip under where he couldn’t see, prodding in his most intimate areas. He hissed at the cold touch, jumping away before easing back into your embrace.
“Don’t feel obligated to do this… if it’s not what you really want,” he reassured you, the taller man groaning softly as you pushed one of your fingers inside of him. “Never mind that then.”
You giggled at his words, catching him in a messy kiss as you moved your finger inside and out in a slow, repetitive manner. In a way, you expected the uptight man to be a lot… tighter, but you would find yourself surprised to find that your finger wasn’t experiencing much resistance. “What’s the meaning of that?” You asked. “You’re awfully loosened up for your first time.”
“I think about you often,” was all he said, and those words absolutely drove you crazy. He did such depraved things to himself whilst thinking of you? What an honor that was, but truthfully, another notion that caught you by surprise. “So very often— mmh, I’m not fragile. I want more of you. Please?” He asked so politely, who were you to deny him. Truly, he was a sweetheart when he wanted to be.
“You can’t expect me to say no to you,” you whispered, pushing in another finger. Making a slow scissoring motion with your lubricated digits, he slowly opened up to you physically and mentally. The trust he held for you in that moment was unlike something you’d ever shared with someone this intimately, and it made you long for him just as much as he did for you.
As he knew his body better than you did, he took hold of your wrist pushing your fingers further into him. It seemed like immediately the regret set in, his thighs beginning to tremble as you touched the deepest parts of him. He was whining and trying not to squirm, holding you close to him in an effort to ground himself.
“Are you feeling okay? Am I hurting you, Blade?” You questioned him, his eyes filling with tears at the way you grazed his prostate every so often. Teasing him in such ways was driving him crazy, and all he was beginning to think about was being taken by you.
He shook his head to deny any pain, clenching around you as soon as you found his prostate, hitting it directly and applying pressure. The poor swordsman was shivering, his legs spread open just for you still. “Please, (Y/N). I want more of you,” Blade begged you, breaking from his usual stoicism. Digging through the satchel he had taken, you found a pretty harness that looked to fit you specifically, and a dildo that tempted you with its silicone sheen. You took his hand, pushing it toward his slicked up entrance, implying he finger himself whilst you put the harness on.
It took you a moment to figure out, but when you looked behind you once more, you couldn’t help but smile, watching him with his mouth agape, ruining his pretty hole just for you. “Mmh, you look perfect. You love stretching yourself out for me, don’t you, beautiful?” You mused, eliciting a soft moan from Blade. The idea of him liking praise was becoming clearer and clearer. He was nervous, as you could see by his averting eye contact, watching you take a long pause before sitting down beside on the bed beside him. “Suck my dick, Blade. Get it nice and wet for me.”
He never found the favor in arguing, and he wanted to please you anyway, so he moved from his position on your bed, allowing himself to get comfortable between your pretty thighs. Blade kissed the silicone tip, drooling and spitting on it before he allowed it to sink into his mouth. His eyes were on you, a silent plea to let him take it at his own pace. Your fingers became intertwined with his thick, dark hair, holding a tuft of it in your clenched hand as he raised and lowered his mouth, imitating a blowjob with your faux member.
Blade coughed and choked every once in a while, struggling to take it all in his mouth. Tears were in his eyes, hot from the color and embarrassment. The humiliation burned in his face, drool dripping down his chin into an erotic puddle below him. You held his chin up, your other hand holding a tuft of his hair. Rhythmically, you moved your hips, slowly fucking into his mouth, listening to his little groans and whimpers of humiliation. He didn’t seem to hate it, but you could tell he was only doing it for your sadistic satisfaction. “You look so pretty like this, Blade,” came your soft voice, a sultry smile along your lips. With a final shove, you held the strap-on in his mouth, watching as he gasped and choked when you pulled away from him.
Something in him was lost in the idea of pleasing you. As you pulled away, he dug his fingers into your thighs, his eyes a silent plea to continue. The swordsman kissed along your faux member, sucking it off a bit more. Your eyes were glued to him, watching his debauched attempt at flattery. You held his hair back, allowing him to suck you off until he was out of breath once more. “Sweetie— Blade, you don’t have to do this if you don’t really like it.” The affectionate nickname slipped from your tongue and you could only pray he didn’t hear. You’d often wondered what life would be like in a perfect world with him, and it seemed like those dreams were making their way into the real world.
“Be good for me, okay? Make yourself comfortable in bed. Whichever position you want, okay?” You asked of him, watching as he sat himself down once more, his pretty eyes glued to yours and watching for approval. His legs were spread once more.
Your hands found their way to the satchel once more. Taking some lubricant and a leash and collar you found, you prioritized the latter. “Would you like me to use this with you?” Your soft voice questioned, taking his hair and braiding it to keep it from getting in the way as he hummed in approval. Moving his straying layers from his face, you leaned in. He attempted to catch your lips in a kiss, but was surprised to watch as they rested upon his nose, something far more intimate in his eyes. Something more romantic.
Clipping the leash and collar around his neck, you smiled down at the mess of a man hiding his face in a pillow. “Let me see you when I fuck you,” you whispered, lubricating your cock and pushing his legs open a bit more. “Will you hold them back for me, beautiful?”
“I will. Be gentle, please. I haven’t done this in a long while,” he told you, looking up at you as you used the remaining lubricant on your palm and fingers to stroke his cock, still reddened and needy from the release you held him from earlier.
“I’ll be gentle with you, I promise. At first, at least,” you promised, watching the lump in his throat be swallowed at your other remark. Lining up with his eager entrance, you pushed the tip inside, listening to his whines of discomfort. You were going slow, holding his other hand and feeling as it squeezed you. It seemed as much pain as his body had endured throughout the eras, he was particularly sensitive down below. Maybe it was from being so starved of touch, so starved of anything gentle and loving. You promised yourself silently you’d help him remember what those kinds of touches felt like, and you’d never let him forget, no matter where this relationship of yours went.
His arms were wrapped around your neck as you pushed inside, each inch feeling like it was tearing him apart. You were sure you had prepared him thoroughly, but maybe it was something else. He was more often than not a man of few to no words, and this wasn’t different now, but his soft moans and hums were like candy. Sweet and addictive.
“You deserve to feel good. To feel like this body is your own,” you whispered, kissing along his face. It didn’t take a genius to realize that this was becoming much more intimate than a hookup based off of fleeting glances. This was a different, deeper level of understanding you two had with one another. “Do your best to relax, okay? Take some deep breaths. I won’t hurt you, okay?”
He nodded vigorously, finding your reassurance to be a bit too sappy for a man of his caliber. You pulled at the leash, making him lean forward into your kiss as you pushed inside deeper, your thighs meeting his finally as you bottomed out. The final stretch had brought burning tears to his eyes. Not from pain or discomfort necessarily, but from the sheer vulnerability and humiliation of it all. “Tell me when you feel okay for me to move. We have all the time in the world. Don’t be quiet, okay? Tell me what you like.”
You leaned into him, kissing him for a moment whilst tightening the leash around your hand. With eyes searching for his approval, you watched as he adjusted to the feeling with slow breathing, finally finding a sense of peace in all of this wiry sensation.
“I’m okay. Move… please?” He asked of you, taking your hand and licking along your fingers, closing his lips and sucking on the well-groomed digits. How could you deny such a good boy?
With slow rolls of your hips, you fucked into him, holding his legs back whilst he wrapped his arms around your neck. He winced and groaned at the drag of you moving in and out of him, but as he opened up more, uncomfortable groans turned to soft whines and moans of pleasure. In what seemed like futile effort, you changed the angles in order to find his prostate with your toy.
With a few strategic movements, you made an effort to learn his body. What felt good, what didn’t. Your lips fell along his nipples, licking and sucking on them as you groped the other breast with your empty hand. He loved having his face held by you, precum spilling onto his abdomen the second you smiled at him whilst stroking his cheek. “I want you… haah, so badly. I’ve never, oh, mmh— felt so good. So alive.”
His words made you smile, especially coming from a man who craved death every day of his miserable existence. You trace your hands along his waist, holding him close as you began moving your hips faster, relishing in the soft noises he made that were increasing in volume dramatically. As soon as your strap found that sensitive gland inside of him, he was yours, shaking and crying out. He pushed you away, pulled at your hair, scratched your back. All a result of this sudden wave of pleasure his body was most definitely starved of.
“Did I hurt you? Is it too deep?” You questioned, kissing his wrist as concern washed over you. “I know you’re embarrassed, but I need you to talk to me, Blade.”
“It’s good. That… spot in particular. Do that again,” he asked of you. “Please. Nobody can make me feel this way. You… you’re so perfect in my eyes.” His whispers were sweet, but they most definitely spurred you on. You wanted to ruin him for anyone else. It had been so long since you had felt this way for another person. It was simply exhilarating.
You urged him to hold his legs back as you began stroking his cock in rhythm to your thrusts. In seconds, his eyes were rolling back and his arms were resting just above him lazily, sprawled out as he sat there and took exactly what you lent him. Once you found his prostate once more, he groaned, holding your hips as he urged you forward with his strong grip. His hand found your breast, fondling it and holding your back with his other, desperate to make you feel just as good as you were him.
“Feels so good, oh, aeons— don’t stop, yesyesyes, right there, right there. (Y/N), please. Don’t stop making me feel this way,” he begged of you, his eyes squeezed shut as he took every inch you gave him. “I feel so deeply for you. I don’t want tonight to ever end.”
His words made your heart flutter and warmth fill your body. You couldn’t really be taking it serious, could you? Of course he would be infatuated with you. You could kill him in moments as an emanator of the Nihility. “Oh, sweet thing. You love what I can do for you. Don’t say things you don’t mean,” you gently chastised, a playful tone within your relatively serious words.
“No, no. Don’t— mmm, misunderstand. You make every day so muhhhch, fuck, brighter. I have so much affection for ahh— you, (Y/N).” His confession had him blushing more than having sex with you was. No matter how much time he had left, he wanted to spend it with you. Something about that left you feeling breathless, and something in your heart ignited despite your senseless body.
Your lips rested on his, gently dancing together as you fucked Blade to his climax. His legs were shaking and his abdomen was cramping, body spasming as he finally went over the edge, holding you close to him and babbling nonsense in your ear. “There you go. That’s it, sweetheart. Perfect. Let it all out, come for me. You deserve it.”
“Don’t let this be all,” he asked of you, pushing away from you as he came down from his high. “This is too good to end so soon.”
You chuckled, smiling and sitting beside him. Much quicker than you would’ve expected him to get up, he straddled you, his large breasts at face level. His hand assisted in slipping your dildo back inside, humming in satisfaction as he sunk down onto you. “You’re rather comfortable with me now, aren’t you? Are you on cloud nine because the girl you’re attracted to is making love to you?”
He looked down at you, trying to escape the small smile that was coursing across his reddened lips. “I am happy, yes,” Blade answered, attempting to wipe the smug smile off of your face. He moved his hips, panting and gasping each time the tip of your strap-on pressed against his prostate. The way his muscly thighs shook and his ass rippled with each time he slammed back down onto your lap had you intoxicated, his large chest driving you nearly crazy. He was built akin to a god, in your most likely biased eyes.
You leaned back, allowing him to please himself and do the majority of the work. It wasn’t long until he was coming undone once more, demanding your arms around his waist. He wanted you on him, touching him, cherishing him the way you promised you would. The distance and smug expression, even if just for play, wasn’t for him. Your eyes were soft, seeing how much he really did love your attention.
If he really wanted your attention, he would get it. You pulled him by his leash, irritatingly pulling him away from your addictive toy. You bent him over, forcing him to arch his back and display his pretty ass just for you. He whined and trembled as you pushed into him easier than before, starting up your aggressive pace once more. This was definitely what he wanted most, a rough pounding to draw every thought from his head.
His scarred back was beautiful, and he couldn’t help but shiver and hiss as you kissed along them. “Don’t— that’s too much,” he groaned, the warmth of your mouth on his sensitive skin driving him nearly crazy.
“Hush, Bladie. Just take all that I’m giving you,” you asked of him, holding his neck with one hand and his leash with the other as you pounded his insides. “That’s it, pretty. Take my cock. What a good boy.”
Your words were all he needed to feel the height of the night. He cried out, much louder than he had before, tensing up so hard you could hardly move. He clawed at your pillows, pushing back onto your strap to ride out the highest of pleasures. Ropes of cum spurt onto the towel you had thankfully placed, and it didn’t take long until the high eventually faded.
He collapsed against your pillows, huffing and whining. You could tell that’s all he had left in him, and though you would’ve loved to continue, you felt it was best to pull out. “No, don’t stop. I can take it. I want it,” he asked of you, his face still buried in the pillows.
Thus led to a regrettable decision on his part, your eager self taking everything out on his poor ass. It felt like days where you were just raking orgasm after orgasm from his body, but truthfully, it was only a couple hours. He felt so ruined after the fact, his body littered with hickeys and shining with an unfamiliar sheen from the sweat his cold body usually never held.
As you both dressed in some more casual nightwear, you helped him to the kitchen to make you both something to eat. It was a more intimate moment than you were used to, kissing the quiet man on his neck even after your sexual act was done. “We can talk more about feelings later. Is that alright, Bladie?” You questioned, holding his shoulders and kissing his cheek from behind.
“Mmh,” he agreed, finishing a glass of water and downing some pain relief. “I’m going to bed,” Blade grumbled, using the wall to support his aching body. You expected him to go to his own room or the couch, but he left for yours. With a smile along your lips, you followed, cleaning him up a bit more before settling against your pillows and opening your arms for him. He rested against your chest, wrapping his strong arms around your body, and eventually felt himself falling asleep for the first time in days. He never slept much, but something about you made him feel drowsy and comfortable.
With a soft kiss to his temple, you heard a small knock on the door. Luckily the candles had alleviated the smell of sex that had lingered in the air for a few moments. After a moment of pause, the unknown person came inside, your familiar friend. The beautiful Kafka.
“So, he finally told you? How did it go?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows noticeably enough to be seen in the dim lighting. You giggled, petting the taller man’s hair.
“I’ll take good care of him.”
She smiled, standing up and turning to walk away. “And by the way, darling. I’m wondering if you two are going to be done any time soon? You’re awfully loud.”
Not sure if anybody remembers me and my silly corner of the internet, but how time has passed! I’ve finally made the decision to come back and attempt to start writing again. I hope I am welcomed with open arms \(//∇//)\
Those men that are just head over heels in love with their girlfriend that they’ll let her do whatever they please, just as long as she feels good. She could do whatever she wanted and he’d watch in admiration, hearts practically in his eyes. The love in his heart would never falter, and god, he can never look away from her. She’s so perfect and she chose him. I need that so bad y’all don’t understand 😕
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⁞ bondage, handjobs, kissing, crying/dacryphilia, body worship, sub space, slight ooc behavior, gnc!reader,
“There, there, my sweet Blade. You can hold off a little while longer for me, now can’t you?” Your voice was intoxicating like alcohol, but sickly sweet like honey. It made Blade melt, face flushed with pink and tears spilling from his crimson eyes. Truth be told, you’d been teasing him for hours, it was so unbearably painful, but everything you did to him made him feel so alive.
“No, no more, wanna cu— mghh, can’t take, please!l He was so cute, so incoherent and sensitive under your touch. “Plea— fuckk, please, it hurts!” With a long whine from the muscular man, you gave a slight chuckle with a mischievous smile.
The Stellaron Hunter always so stoic and unpredictable, so submissive under your touch. Even with each orgasm you denied him, he never gave in, moaning out your select safeword. Blade’s poor, leaking dick twitched, slapping his toned stomach with each wave of stimulation and he couldn’t help but cry out from humiliation. His cock was secured tight with a ring, his head an angry shade of red, the base being closer to a shade of purple.
“Be good, yeah— please (Y/N), love you so much— been so good for you,” his rambling almost made you feel sorry for him. As your thumb ran across the slit of his cock, you smeared the pearly pre down his length. He trembled, biting his cherry red lips, swollen from kissing your own pretty pair.
Your hand fisted his wet cock, and with each stroke, his muscles tensed and his eyes rolled back. He groaned, the guttural noise invoking a strange sense of butterflies stronger than ever inside of your tummy. The ever so stoic swordsman was falling apart in your grasp and you loved watching it.
His fingers dug into your thighs, the trembling digits being softly soothed by your gentle voice. “Come on, love. You can hold out just a bit longer, can’t you? You’re so pretty letting me do what I please with your cock. Such a pretty face twisting in the most dramatic ways.” With a soft raise of your eyebrow, you rubbed his chest, gently pinching his sensitive, pink bud.
“You’re terrible,” Blade seethed, lip trembling and his head resting in the dip of your shoulder. “I need to cum, please, (Y/N). I-It’s painful, almost.” With a low moan, he watched as the pre dripped from his nearly purpling tip.
“Darling, can’t you take a little more?” You asked, giving a gentle kiss in his warm neck. “It’ll make me so proud.”
The swordsman groaned in irritation, his bound body trembling violently with each stroke you made, the slick noises of his weeping cock mixing with the lewd moans in the air was a sight you almost lost yourself in. “I will, not much longer— I’m begging you.”
You thumbed his tip, rubbing his meaty thighs and whispering sweet nothings into his reddened ears. “You always do so amazing for me. Do you think you could repay me equally if I let you cum now?”
With a vigorous series of nods, he reached for your hand as much as he could despite the tight bindings of the scarlet ropes. To ignore such a gesture would be cruel on your end, so you obliged and took hold of his shaking hand, intertwining your fingers with his. With your free hand, you freed him from the cockring, invoking a giddy smile from the nearly always silent man.
With a final series of strokes, he bit down on his swollen bottom lip, tears running down his rosy red cheeks, the beautiful shade contrasting his pasty skin. “I— thank you so much, I love you, you are too good to me,” he moaned, his lips searching for yours as he rode through the intense high, cum spurting along his rising and falling abs.
“You know you deserve to feel good. Always such a good boy, Bladie,” you grinned, teeth shining under the low light of the lamppost. With each spurt, you slowly ran your hand over his twitching cock until you had drained him of all he had. “Good job.”
“Amazing, but please, never again,” he asked, panting and wiping the sweat from his creased forehead. Utilizing the towel on standby, you cleaned up the mess along your boyfriend’s midsection, holding him as he came down from the dopamine high. With a silent prayer, you wished for him to forget about repaying you because he would surely eat you out like a starved animal.
The graceful redhead huffed into your neck, his muscular body trembling and eyebrows creasing. “You feel… amazing,” Argenti mumbled, his reddened cock twitching inside of your walls. You were enjoying yourself, the soft jabs his tip gave to your sensitive spot.
His voice caught in his throat, the convulsing of your pussy making him go nearly mad with pleasure. Wincing at the way his dick was squeezed, he cried out, warm and sticky cum flowing inside of you as he came again, just about his third orgasm of that night.
“You ought to be glad I’m on birth control, I’d never let you cum in me this many times,” you whispered, playing with a strand of his illustrious red hair. With quiet moans, he bit into your neck, his voice raising in pitch.
“You’ve already cum, my dearest.. please, please— oh my Aeons, you feel unbelievably good.” Your sweet boy was absolutely delirious from the pleasure you gave him. “You haven’t fucked me like this.. mmmh, in so long, lovely. It feels.. oh, too mucchhh!”
He whined, little tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “I want you to stop, but— heavens, you feel like a dream, (Y/N).” You gave him a moment to recuperate, kissing his forehead and whispering words of praise and encouragement.
“Argenti, baby.. I want to cum again, please? Just hold out a little bit longer?” You asked of him, raising his chin so his eyes met yours. “You’re so pretty, even when you’re a mess like this.” Humming a laugh, you kissed him once again, bouncing slowly on his lap as his cock rubbed your insides and filled you up so perfectly.
“Ah, my love, you feel so good inside of me,” you smiled, kissing away his tears as they fell down his rosy cheeks, the redhead’s long lashes clumped together as he cried.
“Feels too good, it’s almost starting to hurt,” he laughed, the sweet sound of laughter quickly fading into a desperate sound of pain. “Please tell me you’re close, I can’t take much more, (Y/N.)”
You kissed his glistening forehead, letting the contact linger for moments before pulling away to watch his green eyes roll back, the warmth seeping into your womb causing you to groan with delight. “Come on, Argenti, sweetheart. Don’t you want me to make me feel good?”
With a shudder and a low groan, you bounced gently on his weeping cock, the knight groaning and whining furthermore. “Aghh.. pleaseee! I can’t come anymore, my heart. ‘S too much!”
As much as he made you feel unreal bouts of pleasure, you began to feel bad for how desperate he became. “I’m gonna cum soon… promise, just a little longer.”
He watched you with such dazzled eyes, gazing at you with such love and admiration, his dearest to use him however they pleased. “Love you so much, wanna make you feel good, (Y/N).” Argenti was hardly coherent, leaning into your shoulder and grasping your waist.
His words of encouragement and love made butterflies float around in your stomach. “Aren’t you sweet,” you whispered, tucking his fiery red hair behind his ear. Taking his cock with such fervor, you felt the knot in your stomach come undone, your heart pounding as your orgasm crashed into you.
“Argenti.. sweetheart, you’re making me cum.” With moans echoing all around your room, you both came for the final time that night, leaning into each other’s touch and resting with his warmth seeping out of you. “‘M sorry, baby. Too tired to clean up…”
Even with his legs shaking and head spinning, after minutes of coming down from such an extreme high, your sweet boyfriend, always eager to serve you came back with a wet towel and water. As he assisted you, you drank to ease your hoarse voice. “You are too perfect, baby.” With that, you helped him back into your arms and knew all too well you’d just repeat this very night the following. He was too cute to allow run free without tears streaming down his face.
hi venus! was thinking about you. i know you mentioned you were having some mental health struggles, i hope things are as okay as they can be and that you’re doing alright ♥️
It really touches my heart to hear you’re thinking about me :) I think things are getting better and honestly, I want to revamp this entire account so I can really get back to writing what I enjoy. These past few months have been very challenging, but that’s life, I suppose. I hope you’re doing alright as well, babes <3
Woah sorry for like the months long hiatus, lowkey. I have been like soul crushingly depressed lately and really overwhelmed, but honestly? I’ve been working a lot on myself and I’m getting back to how I was before. I think I’m ready to come back here if you’ll let me, LMAO. I feel bad for just falling off the face of the earth. Maybe I could write something tonight to just uh get back in the game?
Hello beeb! How are you feeling right now? Do you still want to continue writing?
I’m doing alright! I’m struggling a little with my mental health and honestly trying to focus on work right now so it doesn’t pile up. I hope I can continue to write though, I don’t want to quit :3
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⁞ established relationships (you’re married to neuvi), threesomes, m/m/f threesome, anal sex, anal fingering, strap-ons, blowjobs, humiliation, begging, spanking, creampie/throatpies, cockrings, orgasm denial, femdom arrangements, spit-roasting, this is lowkey not wholesome at all (enjoy lomls)
“Tsk, tsk, you oughta be ashamed of yourself,” you gave your husband a firm smack on his ass. With a jump, he took your hand, gently kissing the soft skin of your knuckles.
“Apologies, my dearest, but what have I done to displease you?” Neuvillette inquired, heart racing at the thought of doing something to anger his sweet wife.
“I just got done talking with Mr. Wriothesley, our dear friend, and he’s said there’s been an abnormal influx of inmates at the fortress. Are you perhaps getting sloppy with your work, Chief Justice?”
Neuvillette wasn’t getting sloppier with his work, he took pride in it in fact. He always strived to see justice through, but that wasn’t enough to convince his dearest wife. Now with a valid reason and given consent, Neuvillette was bent over on your mattress, his clothed back arched as he kitten licked at the warden’s cock.
“Come on, now, sweetheart. Give our guest some more love,” you teased, running your hands up and down his thigh. Wriothesley was rather quiet, biting his lip as his all-powerful acquaintance lapped at the head of his cock. With some more effort, Neuvillette slurped at the pretty dick sat in front of him.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to—,” Wriothesley laughed, a moan cutting him off. “Oh.. Mmh, that's real nice,” he whined softly as his cock was enshrouded with the hollow warmth of Neuvillette’s mouth.
“He’s just fine helping you relieve some of the stress HE,” you gave his ass a firm smack, gripping onto it and squeezing the clothed flesh, “shoved onto your plate. This is the only way I could think to repay you, Mr. Wriothesley.”
“‘M shorry, my Lord,” Neuvillette apologized for at least the fifth time that night. You’d said he wasn’t allowed to cum until you deemed the apology sincere enough. He panted after pulling his lips off of Wriothesley’s hardened cock, the Chief’s warm breath tickling the tip.
“Come on, show him just how sorry you are,” you demanded, slipping his pants down to his ankles. Having prepped him briefly earlier, you coated your finger with some lubricant, tracing his insides with your three fingers.
“I am.. promise you,” Neuvillette muttered between his shallow breaths. He whined at the stretch, although he was so familiar with it. “I thought you were punishing me, my dearest?” His tone was painted in confusion, but you figured you’d have some fun as well. Slipping your harness on over your thighs and securing it, you coated it in a generous layer of lube, causing your dear husband to cry out as soon as you pushed your false member inside of him.
Wriothesley twitched within Neuvillette’s mouth, the vibrations of his moan and the sheer lewdness of the situation was surely spurring him on. “Come on, don’t be so selfish now, Chief Justice. Suck me off,” Wriothesley was adapting to this position of power rather nicely. It was to be assumed it was his first time doing something so… taboo, at least deemed so within Fontaine.
“Listen to him, Neuvillette. He is who you shall aim to please tonight, am I understood?” You thrust into his tight ass. His legs shook wildly, this toy being slightly bigger than the one he would take any other day.
“Yes, my goddess… mmh— I understand,” Neuvillette was red and hot, taking all of the warden’s cock inside his mouth, moving as slow as he could as to avoid gagging. He suckled on the twitching member, giving a pathetic moan each time you thrust into him.
“You can cum inside him. Or, if you’d like, we can switch. You can fuck his pretty ass, he takes it quite well, don’t you, darling?” You looked down at your husband, displeased by his lack of action at the mouth. “How embarrassing. It looks like my pretty pet isn’t performing up to my standards.”
“It’s really okay, I’m sure he’s just as nervous as I am—,” Wriothesley tried to excuse the silver haired man, his eyes rolling back as he fought the urge to thrust his hips into Neuvillette’s mouth. “It feels amazing, I think you’ve, oh archons, done.. well with him.”
You took the compliment in stride, pulling Neuvillette’s silky hair close to the root so his face was close to yours as you bent over. “Bob your head, sweetheart, Mr. Wriothesley wants to cum. Look at that hard cock of his, he wants to cum down your throat, darling,” your words spurred both men on, Neuvillette giving you a subtle nod, his hazy eyes settling back onto the prize.
He took Wriothesley back in his mouth, pushing back against your strap-on. With little moans here and there, saliva pooled at the base of Wriothesley’s cock. He slurped at the tip of it, his tongue swirling around on the slit. Pulling off with the smack of his lips, he panted, stroking his cock with the hand unoccupied with keeping himself upright.
“I’m very sorry, Mr. Wriothesley. I’ll be sure to monitor things more carefully, this’ll never happen again, I do promise you,” he was pleading with the warden to give him that sparing look that’d convince you to let him cum. “I’m so sorry, my lord.” You knew all his sneaky tricks, this one included.
“Come on, Neuvillette, surely you don’t want this to be over with so soon? Don’t lie and say you don’t enjoy being used like this, sweetheart. You like being filled up with my strap and Mr. Wriothesley in your mouth, don’t you?”
Neuvillette whined, trying his hardest to make the warden cum from the workings of his tongue. His own cock was leaking profusely, a glossy puddle underneath him. “Please, forgive me— mmf.. wanna cum soo badly.” His incoherency and loss of proper speech made you laugh, sadism laced in every giggle that dripped from your lips.
“Apologies.. sir— fuck! Mm, sweetheart. Right there,” he whined, your strap grazing his sensitive prostate. “Pleaseeee, darling. I really mean it, I’m truly sorry!” Neuvillette had tears in his violet colored eyes. You couldn’t help but make eye contact with your dear guest, shrugging your shoulders. Slipping the cockring off, he groaned, working as best as he could at the wet cock at his lips.
“Monsieur.. I’m gonna— can I? In your mouth?” Wriothesley moaned lewdly, gently pulling the chief by his antenna like horns. His breathing was heavy and the base of his abdomen was tight. He couldn’t help how rough he got, thrusting into Neuvillette’s warm mouth, the slick of his tongue feeling too pleasurable to not make noises at. “Cumming, cumming!”
Pulling Neuvillette by his hair, he took all of Wriothesley’s pulsating cock inside of his mouth, allowing him to spill his release all inside of his mouth, just as you had instructed. “Good, oh gosh, thank you so much,” Wriothesley gave a breathy laugh as rode out his high. “This wasn’t necessary by any means, but— archons, your tongue is far more useful beyond that proper speaking of yours, Monsieur.
Coming down from his high, Wriothesley still couldn’t help but feel aroused by the sight of the archon’s second in command whiny and whimpering on your strap. Neuvillette dug his fingers into the pillow, allowing Wriothesley to sneak beside him, smiling smugly as he whispered dirty things in his ears. “Do you like being used like this, Chief Justice? Was it nice getting me off and using that whiny mouth of yours for good?”
“Don’t.. don’t speak that way— it makes me feel so.. hhngh dirty,” Neuvillette said through whines, your strap kissing his prostate so deliciously. His eyes were glossed over with a hazy film, his lips a cherry red from being bitten on.
“You’ll be okay with a bit of my teasing. You owe me, after all,” Wriothesley hummed in the other man’s ear. “(Y/N)? Put him on his back, yeah?”
“Sure!” You agreed, helping your husband to lie against the dark haired male.
Wriothesley was good help in holding Neuvillette’s legs apart. As you slipped back inside, Wriothesley played with the poor draconian man’s aching cock. His abdomen was so tight and hard, his breathing erratic, even more so as you jabbed his prostate. “It’s so good— please, let me cum? I really am sorry, sir!”
Both you and Wriothesley enjoyed watching him plead and beg, the wardens gentle strokes to his reddened cock making him overly sensitive before he even came. “You both.. you’re so amazing, I’m so— fuuck!— I’m so sorry.” He sobbed, just about choking on his tears as he finally reached his high, painting his stomach and Wriothesley’s hand a sweet shade of white.
“Aww, look at our pretty Chief Justice, you wanted that so so bad, now didn’t you?” You teased him, taking a sample of his release upon your index finger and licking it. “That’s a good boy, huh?” You looked to Wriothesley to back you up, the warden giving a gentle nod, holding Neuvillette by his chin.
“Good job, Chief. I trust you’ll lighten my load? Or else I’d love to come back for some stress relief,” Wriothesley teased, looking into the older man’s pretty violet eyes with a teasing smile.
“I promise.. I’m so very sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Wriothesley,” Neuvillette apologized, finding it hard to stay awake. His throat was sore and his legs were still shaky.
“I’ll see you out. He needs some rest, we never play for such a short time.”
Those men that are just head over heels in love with their girlfriend that they’ll let her do whatever they please, just as long as she feels good. She could do whatever she wanted and he’d watch in admiration, hearts practically in his eyes. The love in his heart would never falter, and god, he can never look away from her. She’s so perfect and she chose him. I need that so bad y’all don’t understand 😕
I love how we all agree Wriothesley is a slut for his wifey. Like the guy is a duke and also a warden of a prison so he's high in position. The guy looks fucking intimidating and got a decree in whooping your ass with mechanical boxing gloves... And then once he's home he's immediately hopping into his wife's lap and begs her to fuck him with her new dildo...
Noo because he’s quite literally the best example of a man whore. The earrings, the loose tie, the boob window, like oh my god?? But, yes, he’s definitely nothing like he is at work when it comes down to his pretty wife. She stays at home and works, making sure everything is in order and plants some surprises around their bedroom so by the time he gets home, she can give him a nice treat.
His wife wouldn’t just buy one thing while out, she’d buy some pretty matching lingerie for the both of them to set the scene/mood. Doesn’t matter to him, as long as you pound into his ass and all him to cum all over himself. Wrio loves the missionary position because kissing you is good fun for him (and he wants to whisper dirty things into your ear to spur you on) and doggy so you can watch the fat of his ass jiggle every time you thrust back into him. <3
