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A fluffy post with some characters (Riddle and Trey if you can, feel free to add whoever else) of soft things they do or act like in a relationship? Suuuper fluffy I'm craving some Riddle fluff
Ty:)
Oh my sweet, tender heart
Soft things they do in a relationship
Featuring: Riddle, Trey, Jade, and Rollo x gn!reader
Warnings: Poisoning (Jade)
AN: Hey there, thanks for your request! I hope I interpreted this in the way you imagined. Enjoy!
- Riddle is a strict man, both with himself and with those around him. He tolerates nothing outside of the boundaries of the rules, and whatâs proper, and runs Heartslyabul with an iron fist.
- But with you, his precious rose, he feels his heart melt, a greater tolerance for misdeeds and rule breaks you commit, as opposed to the average student. Of course, he expects a level of mindfulness for the rules from you, a level of academic success and perfection he feels reflects his own, but thereâs a greater level of understanding there.
- He knows you, your heart, your mind, the struggles of your life. And he sees you trying as often as you can. So on the rare occasion you commit an offence, a break of the rules he otherwise would immediately punish, he feels himself inclined to turn a blind eye. To let you off with a mere chastise, tone soft and worried underneath.
- He knows leniency only leads to further rebellion, but he trusts you, with both his heart and his image. He only wants whatâs best for you, and sometimes, thatâs one more late night treat than is allowed.
âYou know the rules, my rose. âŚIâll let it pass this time, but only this once.â
Trey: The personal chef of your dreams
- Trey loves to bake, to a degree that itâs almost his own personal love language. He loves making food you love, seeing your eyes light up as you compliment his meal with muffled excitement, taking seconds and even thirds.
- Even before you both are officially dating, heâs mentally taking note whenever he sees you eating, or hears you speak about a previous meal. What foods you like, what foods you dislike, combinations you adore, allergies you have. He catalogues everything like itâs second nature, like a part of him knows heâs going to be cooking for you for a very long time.
- Whether it be a long day of classes, work, late nights, or even just a bad day, Treyâs there for you, peppering soft kisses on your cheek as he places down a plate of some pastry, or cake, or new food heâs tried making for you. Itâs delicious, it always is without fail, and it instantly makes your day better, energizing you to face whateverâs coming next.
- Heâs a lovable, reliable boyfriend, always there with some advice, or a shoulder to cry on. But especially a good meal, a hearty plate of food or a slice of cake, to make your worries go away.
âThis just came out of the oven, do you want a piece? Come here love, let me give you a kiss. Go sit, eat while itâs warmâŚâ
Jade: âOne hell of a boyfriendâ
- Anyone whoâs spoken to Jade for over five minutes is well aware of his love for mushrooms. Heâs the President (and only member) of the NRC Mountain Lovers Club, and an avid enjoyer of the outdoors. As such, heâs keenly aware of all sorts of poisonous plants in the wilderness, and how they could affect the average individual.
- He wouldnât ever admit this, and thereâs a high possibility you never find out about it for the rest of your life, but Jade may, just a little bit, be poisoning people on occasion to your advantage.
- A rival of yours suddenly gets a bad stomach ache on the day of an important presentation. Someone whoâs been getting on your nerves is bedridden for a week with an unknown ailment exactly when youâve been having a particularly bad time. The only other person being considered for a role acts strangely erratic on the day of the interview, scoring you the position.
- You have your suspicions, of course. Things just seem to come so easily to you ever since you started getting closer to Jade. But heâd be extra meticulous to make sure you never find out, acting as a shadow to get you everything you want. Because heâd give you the world, even if it meant burning down everyone in your way.
âAh, such a pity, I do hope they recover soon. Hm? Did I have something to do with it? Heh, now where could you have gotten such a strange idea, my dearâŚâ
Rollo: Archaic is the new cute
- Rolloâs never been one for use of modern technology. He dislikes social media, abhors the addictiveness of phones and how they corrupt the mind by weakening it, turning those who consume it into mindless beasts of gluttony. He understands, though, your need to be connected. So as long as you use it within moderation, he has no problems.
- Due to his dislike, Rollo tends to send letters more often. He pens his words out, elegant calligraphy dark against the white of the letter paper, a pile of them in your room that you read whenever you find yourself missing him. Itâs sweet, in a way, the letters, as they require far more careful consideration and effort than a mere text or voice message.
- Every once in a while, youâll receive a more heartfelt, romantic letter. A love letter, you may say. Every word is thought out, coming straight from his heart, his warm wishes for you, his desires to see you, the more poetic tone as he pictures a date you two may have. At the bottom, beside his signature, a pressed red carnation sits, representing his devotion and aching heart.
âI yearn to see you once again⌠To take your hand in mine, press a kiss to your lips, and spend every day of my life in your arms.â
summary: there's a disgustingly pretty man at the bus stop
warnings: not edited, fluff, language
you see a man at the bus stop every friday. he stands at the corner, hands stuffed in his pockets, flat-faced, little tufts of brown hair raised near his temples like a cats ears. you find him pleasant to look at, not only because its boring waiting for the bus, but because he's like an unsolvable mystery to you.
and because you sit beneath the awning on the bench, and him on the corner, its easy to go unnoticed, wearing your fluffy hat and mittins to shield from the cold. you watch the way his arms tighten when he crosses them, how tight his sweatshirt usually is across his chest.
some days, when the rain pours down heavily, he sits beneath the awning with you, taking up the entire bench, the bottom of his jeans dark from the water.
today, though, was the first time he'd ever looked at you. you were shivered as you watched the rain pound down against the road. your umbrella was on your lap, but then he twisted towards you.
his voice was deep but smooth as he spoke, "the bus may have been canceled." you paused, shocked that he'd spoken, and irritated as you heard the possibility of the bus being canceled. "how do you know?" he could barely hear you over the pommeling of the rain.
so he leaned closer, eyebrow quirking, "what was that?" the heat of his body radiated towards you and your eyes widened, watching the way his hoodies zipper pressed beneath the hollow of his throat. "how do you know?" you said, practically screaming, and he shrugged.
"i don't, but it's been thirty minutes, i don't have any fuckin' desire to wait here any longer." he turned foreward once more, throat clearing, and fisted the fabric of his pants.
glancing at your umbrella, you noted how small it was, barely able to fit even you beneath it. "i see you every friday. may i ask where you go...sir?" you cringed at your own words, and he chuckled, voice rumbling but not mocking.
"logan. i've got to get out of the mansion each week. otherwise, i'll go crazy." your eyebrows raised as she chuckled, "mansion? are you a millonaire who takes the bus?"
logan crossed his arms, "so what if i were?" he watched for your reaction, then smirked when you shrugged, "no, i'm not a millonaireâ" a loud boom of thunder pounded in the distance, rattling the small awning the two of you sat under.
you flinched and logan cursed low, snatching the umbrella out of your hand, "we've got to get the fuck out of here before we get struck by lighting ourselves." he offered his hand, lips folded in determination as his eye caught the small cafe on the other side of the street.
"i doubt this'll fit both of us." you remarked, watching logan raise his hoodie.
logan shrugged, "i'm not scared of a little rain." after raising the umbrella, he grabbed your hand gently, and took in a deep sigh before nodding towards the cafe. "ready for this?"
he came closer, raising the umbrella above your head like a body guard, and you laughed sheepishly, "guess so." his head tilted, "i'll carry you if you like." you quickly shook your head because surely that was unneccary. but you couldn't deny the small part of you that delighted at that idea.
"ready." you muttered, taking his armâgrippign the tight muscle despite your brain telling you not to. logan didn't comment on it, and instead stepped from beneath the awning. his gray hoodie was immediately drenched, but you paid it no mind as you shot from beneath the awning, forgetting logan entirely as thunder struck again.
the front of you was soaked, then logan caught up, keeping the umbrella raised, but it was no use. by the time you pulled open the door of the cafe, you were dripping wet, eyelashes coated with water droplets, and loganâhe looked like he'd drowned.
his hair was flat against his head, lips sputtering and the umbrella flipped inside out. he threw the thing to the ground and glared at you lightly, "goodness, bub, didn't know you would take off like that."
you smiled awkwardly, "sorry."
logan pulled off his hoodie, his white t-shirt stuck to his chest like glue. you saw eery outline of his abs, every ridge and valley, every dark strand of hair. but he was moving towards the counter before you could even forece yourself to look away. "rest in peace to the umbrella."
he glanced back at you, pointing at the menu, seemingly oblivious to the way the cashier stared at him, "hungry?"
Leona Kingscholar who constantly lies about hating your cat because it's spoiled and sometimes uses it to tease him; but when you're busy and the two of them are alone, he uses his tail, waving it from side to side to get your cat to play with it, and it eagerly chases after it. sometimes he says it's to keep your furry friend entertained and prevent it from bothering him, but deep down he knows he's babysitting it.
Truth was, you had gotten a new game for your console just a few days ago. And of course, the first thing you did was to create a mii both for your partner and you.
You had spent hours placing each feature nicely and even cursed while trying to draw with your fingers, -obtaining no small amount of cramps.
People often talked about how their islanders looked a lot like the real people in their lives, but they didn't mention how actually similar they would be.
Just an hour ago, you had given mini Mydei a botanical guide and almost immediately he had started caring for the flowers in your island; and just now, you saw your boyfriend reading something similar on the sofa, surrounded by the plants he never admitted he was fond of, -despite being the one who had bought them-.
Slowly, you slid your gaze back to your game, then to your lover. Both of them donned the same expression, the same posture, the same clothes-
"No way." you said.
Having caught your words, Mydei turned to look at you.
"What's wrong?"
"Your mii and you, you look the same."
"It's almost like the game knows you."
Your boyfriend just raised a brow, utterly unconvinced by your wild gestures, pointing almost aggressively to the screen.
Amused, he shook his head, trying but failing to hide a small smile on his lips.
"You're imagining things."
"I'm not!!"
Later that day, Mydei was humming under his breath, when his eyes stole a glance at your game, where his mini me was reading peacefully under the shade of a tree ignoring another who looked like an awfully enthusiastic Phainon.
Wordlessly, he closed the green covered book, remembering he still hadn't watered the flowers in the kitchen.
synopsis : when the fucking is sooo good he thinks youâre a pornstar. minors do not interact.
â PHAINON !
Your thighs are shaking from the effort, hips grinding slow but deep, taking every inch of Phainonâs cock like you were born for it. His back is relaxed against the headboard, long white hair draped across the pillows like silk, armor undone just enough to expose his pale chest and the faint sheen of sweat catching in the hollow of his throat. He watches you ride him like itâs a performance made just for himâthose blue eyes soft, but hungry.
His hands are everywhere. One draped low on your waist, thumb brushing just beneath your bellybutton, right over the obscene bulge his cock makes inside you. The other? Pinching your nipple between gloved fingers, tugging and rolling until your breath stutters and your body clenches down around him.
âMmnhâfuck, P-PhainonâŚâ you whimper, already a wreck.
He laughs softlyâlow, intimate, like youâre the most delicious thing heâs ever tasted.
âYou ride me like youâve done this before,â he murmurs, gaze lazily trailing from your tits to your hips. âYou fuck me like youâre on camera. Should I be tipping you for this performance?â
Your face burns, but you moan when he rolls his hips up into you, stretching you even deeper. The size of him still makes you twitch, even after being split open for so longâyour cunt sucking around him greedily, sloppy and wet, strings of slick coating his thighs. Heâs so thick it hurts, but you donât stop riding. You canât.
Phainon leans forward with a soft growl, grabs your jaw, and coos, âOpen.â
You obey, mouth wide and tongue out like a good little petâand he spits. Warm and slow. It hits your tongue and you moan, dizzy and desperate. His smirk deepens as he watches you swallow it without hesitation.
âThatâs it⌠fuck, youâre perfect. Filthy little thing,â he whispers, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. âSo sweet when you beg for it, but look at you now. Youâre just a slut when I let you ride, hm? Just a tight little hole to milk me dry?â
His words make your hips stutter, your body starting to fold forward, overwhelmed and clenching.
âAww,â he croons, mocking gently, âYou gonna cum from that? From just being used? Go ahead, baby. Cum on itâshow me how bad you want to be full.â
He grabs your hips, holding you steady, and fucks up into you with slow, brutal force. Every thrust is heavy, obsceneâyour soaked cunt squelching around him, drool slipping from your lips as you cry out, helpless to stop it.
âIâm gonna cumâ!â you sob, nails digging into his shoulders, body trembling violently.
Phainonâs voice is low and rough now, breath hitting your ear. âYouâre gonna take every drop. You hear me? Iâm gonna fuck it so deep it sticks. I want it dripping out of you for hours, ruining your thighsâsoak the sheets, make a mess. Thatâs what this pretty pussyâs for.â
You scream his name as you cum, hard and loud, pussy locking down around him in waves. And he keeps going.
Keeps. Fucking. Up. Into. You.
He watches your eyes roll, your body twitch and convulse, your moans turning to dumb little cries as you drool down onto his chest.
And then he groansâdeep. Loud. Body tensing. He thrusts up and stays buried, cock twitching inside you as he cums. Hot. So much. You can feel it pulse, feel your insides getting filled, and the warmth makes your legs give out.
But he doesnât stop.
He fucks it in. Keeps thrusting slow, deep, holding your hips down while he pumps every last drop inside. Youâre whimpering, overstimulated, already fullâbut he groans again, voice raw with hunger.
âDid I say I was done?â
His hand reaches between your legs, fingers to your clit, rubbing in slow, cruel circles.
âI want to see it spill. I want to watch you leak all over me. But not yetânot till Iâve filled you again. Youâll take it. All of it. Youâre mine. You were made to be fucked like this.â
You sob, nodding, brain white-noise and legs trembling.
And Phainon smiles, soft and wicked.
âThatâs my good little star. Keep riding. Weâre not stopping, âtill you canât take it anymore.â
â MYDEIMOS !
Mydeiâs hands are brutal on your hair, gripping thick strands and yanking your head back just enough to expose your neck. You gasp, mouth open, lips wet and trembling from how badly you need him. Your body is a trembling messâso soaked, so hungry for every inch of him that your thighs wonât stop trembling, your hips nearly losing all control.
He leans in, teeth grazing your skin with sharp bites, lips trailing down your neck in hot, sloppy licks that leave you gasping and squirming.
âYou ride me like youâre some kind of fucking pornstar,â he growls, voice low and ragged, dragging you down to his level by your hair. His golden eyes flash with fire and something darkerâpure, raw hunger. âHow the fuck do you ride this big cock like that? You trying to make me cum everywhere?â
You whimper and moan against him, your tongue slipping out to taste the salty skin beneath his jaw. Your mouth moves on instinct, licking and biting his neck with a desperate need that makes him snarl in pleasure.
âFuck, youâre so wet. So goddamn messy. Youâre leaking all over me, babe. You want me to breed you, huh?â His grip tightens, fingers clawing into your hair harder, making your head jerk back. âTell me you want to be full of me. Tell me you want me to fill you up till you canât walk.â
You nod, breath coming in desperate gasps, voice trembling but raw with need. âPlease, Mydei⌠fuck me so hard. Fill me up. I want all of you.â
He snarls, pushing into you with a force that steals your breath, hips slamming up with hard, punishing thrusts that make your whole body scream. Your nails dig into his shoulders, clutching him like a lifeline as he fucks you deep, balls slapping against your slick folds.
His mouth finds your throat, teeth sinking in just enough to leave marks as he growls, âYouâre mineâmine to breed, mine to ruin. Youâre gonna take every last drop, you hear me? Fill you up so full youâre dripping and leaking all over my cock.â
Your moans come out choked and messy, your head spinning from how good it feels and how much you want more. Your pussy clenches uncontrollably around him, soaking him through and through, desperate for every thrust.
Mydeiâs hand moves down to your breast, grabbing hard, fingers pinching your nipple until you cry out and arch into him, your mouth falling open in a shaky gasp.
âYouâre a filthy slut for this, huh?â he spits, voice thick. âRiding me like Iâm the only one whoâs ever fucked you right. Like you belong to me.â
You whimper, biting your lip hard, tongue flicking out to taste the salty mix of sweat and spit that drips from his mouth.
âYouâre such a whore, arenât you? Canât get enough, can you? Riding me like your whole world depends on it.â His thrusts get faster, rougherâpounding you deep and hard until youâre nothing but heat and wetness and trembling flesh.
He growls again, voice low and deadly, âCum for me. Show me how bad you want it. Show me youâre mine.â
You scream his name, cumming so hard it feels like your bodyâs going to shatter. Your legs shake violently as he keeps fucking you through every wave, dragging you down into a dark, filthy haze where nothing exists but him pounding into your dripping cunt.
When he finally cums, his roar is deafening, hips jerking hard as he spills inside you, filling you so full you swear you can feel every hot drop.
He holds you tight, fingers tangled in your hair, and breathes out, âGoddamn⌠you fuck like youâre getting paid, baby. Youâre mine.â
Mydeiâs not done making you his messy, dripping little breeding prize yetâheâs got you right where he wants you, and heâs about to push you even further over the edge.
His heavy breaths fog up the room as he pulls out just enough to watch your body tremble, slick and swollen around him. Your pussy is dripping wet, dripping all over his thick cock, and heâs gripping your hips hardâlike heâs marking you, claiming you as his.
âLook at you,â he snarls, eyes dark and wild, âso fucking needy and fucked out already. You want more, donât you? You want me to fuck you again and again till youâre shaking and begging?â
Youâre panting, cheeks flushed and slick with sweat, mouth open in a desperate pant. You nod, words falling apart in your throat, but your body screams the truthâsoaked, slick, full of that raw hunger only he can feed.
His hand snaps forward, grabbing a fistful of your hair again and yanking your head back hard enough to make you gasp in pain and pleasure. His lips find your jawline, biting harshly then licking the bite like a cruel lover savoring his prize.
âYouâre mine,â he growls, voice rough like gravel, âand Iâm gonna breed you so hard you wonât remember your own name. Youâre gonna ride me until youâre leaking all over my cock, crying my name like the filthy slut you are.â
You moan, trembling, the words like fire in your veins. You feel so empty and so full at onceâyour pussy dripping, clenching, burning from how much youâve already taken, but still aching for more.
Without warning, he flips you over with brutal strength, pressing your chest down to the mattress. Your breath catches as he slaps your ass hard, a loud smack echoing in the room.
âOn your hands and knees. Take it like the good slut you are.â
You obey instantly, hips jerking back when he lines up and slams back inside you. His cock stretches you deep and hard, driving into you with rough, punishing thrusts that make your vision swim.
His hands grip your hips and then slide up to your waist, squeezing hard, one hand trailing down to find your clit. He rubs it fast, cruel, making you squeal and shake as he fucks you harder.
âLook at this pussyâmine, dripping all over my cock,â he growls, voice thick with lust and satisfaction. âYou gonna take every drop I give you? Gonna let me breed you full?â
Youâre choking on a sob, biting your lip so hard it bleeds, body trembling in pure overstimulation. His cock pushes deeper, hitting places that make you scream.
His hand shoots forward, grabbing your hair again, yanking your head back so you meet his gaze.
âSay it,â he commands, teeth flashing, âSay youâre mine.â
âMineâŚâ you gasp, tears streaming,
âThatâs it. Good girl.â
His thrusts speed up, pounding into you with merciless force, hitting deeper, stretching you wide until youâre shaking violently beneath him.
Your moans turn into desperate cries as you cum again, hard and wild, pussy clenching so tight around him he groans deep in his throat.
And thenâhis own body tenses, hips jerking as he empties inside you, filling you with hot, sticky ropes of cum. Youâre so full you feel like you might burst, but he holds you tight, fucking you through every pulse until heâs spent.
Finally, he collapses next to you, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you close.
âYouâre mine,â he whispers, voice low and satisfied, âalways.â
â ANAXAGORAS !
Anaxaâs eye bore into yours like a predator sizing up his prize. The heat in the room was thick enough to suffocate, but you barely noticedâbecause you were already drowning in the feeling of him beneath you, the way his body pressed up, claiming every inch of your skin.
He smirked, that slow, dangerous smile that promised both pleasure and pain. âAre you sure youâre not some kind of fucking porn star?â His voice was low, teasing, laced with a hunger that made your breath hitch.
You flushed, heart pounding as you rolled your hips over him, feeling the thick length of his cock pressing deliciously against your slick core. âMaybe I am,â you whispered, biting your lip. âMaybe youâre just lucky enough to find out.â
Anaxa chuckled, a throaty sound that sent vibrations right through your bones. His hands slid up your sides, fingers curling around your ribs before slipping under your shirt to cup your tits. The warmth of his palms set your skin on fire.
His thumbs found your nipples instantly, flicking and pinching with expert precision. You gasped, hips stuttering as a sharp spike of pleasure radiated through you. âGod, youâre so fucking sensitive,â he murmured, eyes gleaming with cruel delight.
You whimpered, arching into his touch as he tightened his grip. âDonât stop,â you begged breathlessly. âPlease.â
Anaxaâs grin deepened. âYouâre such a dirty little girl, begging like that.â His fingers pinched harder, rolling your nipples between thumb and forefinger until you squirmed under his hands.
You leaned forward, lips brushing against his jaw, breath hot and shaky. âMake me yours,â you whispered, âBreed me, Anaxa. Fill me up.â
His hands dropped from your chest, one sliding to grip your hip firmly while the other tangled in your hair, pulling your head back just enough so you met his smoldering gaze.
âRide me like you mean it,â he growled, voice low and dangerous.
You lowered yourself slowly onto him, every inch of his thick cock sliding deep inside you. The sensation was overwhelmingâhot, full, and utterly consuming. You closed your eyes, savoring the way he stretched you, the way your bodies fit perfectly together.
Anaxaâs hands gripped your hips, steadying you as you began to move. You set a slow, steady rhythm, hips rolling forward, grinding down onto him like you were claiming him as yours.
He moaned, low and rough, fingers digging into your skin. âThatâs it, Show me how badly you want this.â
You bit your lip, cheeks flushing hotter as you picked up the pace, bouncing on him harder, hips snapping with urgent need. The slick sound of skin sliding against skin filled the room.
Anaxaâs hands roamed your bodyâdown your back, tracing the curve of your ass, up your sides again, before settling on your breasts. His thumbs returned to your nipples, flicking and twisting them with expert teasing.
Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut. The mixture of pain and pleasure was intoxicating.
âYouâre such a fucking good girl for me,â he whispered, voice thick with desire. âSo wet, so ready. Youâre made to take me like this.â
You gasped as his cock pulsed inside you, hitting deep with every thrust. You felt your body tightening, the coil of pleasure building faster and faster.
Anaxa leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours. âYouâre going to come for me, I want to see you lose control.â
Your hands clenched into fists at his shoulders as your hips moved frantically, desperate for release. The warmth in your tummy bloomed, spreading out in waves of heat and dizzying pleasure.
âFuck, yes,â you moaned, voice breaking. âAnaxaâplease.â
He growled, thrusting up harder, faster. His grip on your hips tightened, nails biting into your skin as he chased his own climax.
Your body tensed, muscles trembling as the first orgasm crashed over you, hot and overwhelming. You cried out, head thrown back as you rode the wave, trembling beneath him.
Anaxa didnât let up, driving into you with fierce determination, pushing you through your high and straight into his own.
His breath came out ragged, voice thick with need as he cursed your name, releasing deep inside you with a shudder.
The heat of his seed filled you completely, and you felt yourself soften around him, a delicious haze settling over your senses.
He pulled you close, arms wrapping around your waist, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world.
âMine,â he whispered, lips brushing over your temple. âAlways mine.â
You smiled, heart pounding, chest rising and falling beneath his steady hands. âForever.â
Anaxaâs fingers drifted back to your nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds even as he held you. âLook at youâmarked, full, and dripping for me.â
You shivered, nerves raw and trembling, but burning with satisfaction.
âYouâre my perfect girl,â he murmured, voice rough with pride. âAnd Iâm never letting you go.â
Your breath hitched again as his lips trailed down your neck, teeth grazing softly.
âRide you again?â you whispered, needy and bold.
Anaxa laughed, deep and satisfied. âAlways.â
You rose up, hips moving slow at first, savoring the feeling of his cock filling you, then faster, harder, until the room echoed with your cries and his low groans.
He teased your nipples mercilessly, flicking and pinching, the pleasure sharp and delicious, pushing you closer to the edge again and again.
âCome for me, baby doll,â he growled. âFill me up, show me how good you are.â
Your body clenched, eyes closing tight as another shuddering orgasm tore through you.
Anaxa matched you, crashing over the edge with a groan, his seed hot and wild inside you.
You collapsed together, sweat-slick skin pressed tight.
âPorn star,â he whispered with a smirk, voice teasing but full of love. âThatâs exactly what you are.â
â AVENTURINE !
Aventurineâs grin was slow and knowing as he watched you settle onto his lap, the heat between your bodies already thick enough to choke on. His fingers traced lazy patterns across your thighs, teasing the bare skin visible beneath your skirt as you straddled him like you owned every inch of the bed.
âYou like sitting on me like this?â His voice was low, smooth, carrying that teasing edge that made your pulse race. His hands slid up, palms pressing against your hips, fingers digging in just a little, reminding you he was in charge even as you took the lead.
You smirked, hips rocking gently in response, feeling him hard and ready beneath you. âMaybe I do.â
His breath hitched as you pressed closer, the wet heat of your slick folds brushing his cock, already thick and aching inside his pants. He tugged at the waistband of his trousers, sliding them down with a lazy, possessive tug until his length sprang freeâlong, thick, and already glistening with precome.
âGod, youâre so fucking sexy,â he murmured, hands gripping your hips tighter, thumbs tracing circles on your skin. âLook at you, all wet and hungry.â
You leaned down, lips brushing his jaw, voice breathy and low, âYou want to taste me?â
Without hesitation, he tipped his head, catching your mouth in a slow, deep kiss that burned with heat and promise. His tongue slipped inside, exploring, claiming, as his hands roamed your back, pulling you flush against him.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails raking gently, teasing him as you slid your hips forward, rubbing yourself against his bare cock. The slick, sloppy sound of skin meeting skin filled the air, wet and messy.
He groaned into your mouth, hands moving to your breasts, cupping them hard. His thumbs flicked over your nipples, rolling the hardened buds until you shivered against him, breath hitching.
âGod, your tits are fucking perfect,â he whispered, pulling back just enough to suck one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing lightly, sucking and biting with delicious possessiveness.
You gasped, arching into him, slick folds grinding harder against his cock as you felt him pressing up, aching to slide inside you. His hands moved lower, gripping your hips as he lifted you up and down, slow and steady.
âRide me,â he commanded softly, voice thick with need. âMake a mess on me.â
You sank down onto him, slick warmth swallowing his length as you moved in a steady, slow rhythm. The bed creaked beneath you, the slick, sloppy sounds of your bodies moving together filling the room.
His hands gripped your waist, thumbs digging in as he held you close, pressing his chest to your back. His lips brushed the curve of your neck, leaving hot kisses that made you shiver.
âYouâre mine,â he murmured, voice low and possessive. âSo fucking perfect.â
You leaned forward, hands on his chest, grinding harder as the coil inside you tightened. His cock pulsed inside you, thick and demanding, filling you completely.
His fingers slid under your shirt again, squeezing your tits roughly, thumbs flicking your nipples as he thrust up into you. The mixture of his hands on your tits and the feeling of him deep inside sent your breath spiraling.
âDonât stop,â you begged, voice trembling.
He didnât. His hands rolled your nipples between fingers and thumb, pinching harder now, his cock pistoning inside you with relentless, messy force.
You cried out, the pleasure spilling over, burning through your veins as you came hard, muscles clenching around him, squeezing him deep.
He groaned, voice rough as he followed, releasing with a shuddering growl, thick ropes of cum flooding into you, hot and heavy and marking you.
You collapsed against his chest, breath ragged and sweat-slicked skin pressed tight. His hands still kneaded your tits, thumbs flicking the sensitive nipples as he whispered against your ear, âSo fucking beautiful when you come.â
You whimpered, lips brushing his neck. âMore.â
He laughed low and dark, hips still twitching as he slid one hand down to your dripping folds, fingers slipping inside you to stroke and tease.
âAlways more,â he promised, eyes burning with hunger.
You pushed up, grinding back onto his fingers as he sucked your neck, marking you, claiming you.
His hands tangled in your hair, pulling your head back gently so he could look at you. âYou like being my messy little slut?â
You nodded breathlessly, lips parting in a needy smile.
He leaned down, capturing your mouth in another deep, possessive kiss before rolling you onto your back. His hands roamed your body like he was memorizing every curve, every inch of wet skin.
He cupped your breasts again, this time bringing them together as he lined his cock up with your mouth. âShow me how much you want it,â he murmured.
You wrapped your lips around the tip, sucking him slowly, tasting yourself on him, the slick warmth mingling with his salt and musk.
He groaned, hips jerking as you deepened the kiss, his cock filling your mouth, hands tangled in your hair to hold you steady.
When he pulled back, his eyes were dark and hungry. âSuch a fucking good girl.â
He flipped you back onto your hands and knees, pressing you into the bed as he knelt behind you. His hands gripped your hips hard, spreading your legs wide.
âYouâre so wet,â he growled, pressing his cock against your entrance before sliding inside with a slow, deep thrust that stole your breath.
You cried out, his length stretching you open, filling you completely.
His hands slid up to your chest, squeezing your tits roughly, thumbs pinching your nipples as he started pounding into you from behind, messy and relentless.
The slick sounds of your bodies slapping together filled the room, mixing with your cries and his low, filthy growls.
He reached around to cup your face, brushing your hair back as he whispered, âYouâre mine, and Iâm never letting go.â
You shivered, body trembling as the coil of pleasure built again, thick and wild.
âCome for me, baby,â he urged, voice rough. âLet me fill you up again.â
Your body clenched, muscles spasming as you came hard, hot, and wild.
He followed, releasing deep inside you once more, his breath ragged as he held you close.
You collapsed together, slick and tangled, the mess of cum and sweat marking the proof of your fire.
He kissed your shoulder, voice soft but still thick with want. âYouâre perfect. Always.â
You smiled, flushed and trembling. âYours.â
â SUNDAY !
Sunday doesnât stop staring.
From the moment you straddle him, skirt rucked up around your waist and nothing underneath, his pretty yellow eyes go wide. His tongue darts across his lip as you sink down, slow, letting him feel every second of his thick cock sliding into your soaking heat.
âAhâfuck,â he gasps, hands trembling against your thighs, grip tightening like heâs scared you might disappear. âYouâre⌠you feel⌠youâre too good, itâs too muchââ
You lean in, planting both hands on his chest, your hips starting a steady grind, slow at first, then with a messy slap that makes both of you gasp. His wings twitch. Delicate, those opalescent wings behind his ears flutter onceâlike a flicker of his pleasure leaking out without his permission.
You smirk. âYou always this sensitive, or is it just me?â
He groans, high and desperate, his hands flying up to cup your hips. âJust you. Fuck, just you. I neverânever felt anyone like thisââ
Your pussy squeezes around him hard and he shakes.
âGod,â he pants, âYouâre gonna ruin me.â
You roll your hips in a deep, dragging circle, the sound of your soaked cunt taking his cock again and again filling the air, lewd and obscene. His head falls back against the pillows, neck exposed, flushed and gleaming with sweat.
âYou gonna cum already?â you whisper sweetly, nails dragging across his chest, over the silk of his shirt. âJust from me bouncing on it a little?â
âD-Donât say it like thatâ!â His hands jerk against your thighs, trying to grip harder, control something, anything, but you keep riding him with that same smooth rhythm, your pace unbothered, steady, cruel.
He bites his lip hard, hips stuttering underneath you. âI canâtâfuckâslow downâI canâtââ
You grab a fistful of his soft silver hair and yank his head up.
His gasp is filthy, his whole body jolting. The wings twitch twice, shivering behind his ears like theyâre about to start fluttering full-on.
âOh, you like that, huh?â you coo, watching the heat bloom across his cheeks. âGood boy.â
A noise slips from his throatâhigh, brokenâand he chokes on his own breath, trying to thrust up into you even as you keep control of the rhythm. His cock twitches deep inside you, so hot and swollen you can feel the desperation in every twitch of his hips.
âI wanna fill you,â he babbles, helpless. âI need to. Youâre gonna take it, right? All of it? Let me stuff you fullâmake you mineââ
You laugh, filthy and delighted, and bounce harder, the lewd sounds of your bodies clapping together echoing around the room.
âThen do it,â you purr. âBreed me, Sunday.â
His eyes flutter back in his head, hands flying to your ass, squeezing hard as his body tensesâ
And then the wings behind his ears start flapping.
Not twitching, flapping. Fast, erratic, panicked with pleasure as he cums inside you hard, his breath stalling, mouth open, hips jerking helplessly. Thick warmth spills inside you, pulsing deep as he fills you to the brim.
âAhhhâoh fuckfuckfuckâ!â he whimpers, panting as your pussy keeps milking him through every wave of orgasm. âItâs so goodâIâm gonnaâgonnaânghhââ
You donât stop.
Even as he shakes and trembles, you keep moving, rolling your hips slow and mean, making sure every drop stays buried deep inside. His cock twitches again, and he sobs, clinging to you like his life depends on it.
âI canâtâcanât stop cummingââ he gasps, voice thick and wrecked. âFeels too goodâtoo fucking goodâ!â
You grab his face, tilting it toward you as you ride him into overstimulation.
âThen donât stop,â you whisper, voice syrup-sweet. âYou wanted to fill me, right? Then make sure it sticks.â
He cries out, hands tangled in your skirt, his breath ragged and broken. His wings keep flapping, wild and frantic with every wave of pleasure that wrecks him.
You slow the pace, dragging his cock deep inside with each bounce, making him feel every squeeze of your walls, every slick movement. Heâs whining now, legs trembling, face buried in your chest.
âMoreâŚâ he breathes. âI need moreâcanât stopâI wanna do it again, wanna fill you up againâfuckfuckfuckââ
You grin, raking your fingers through his messy hair.
âYou really are needy,â you hum. âCute.â
He looks up at you, face flushed, lips parted, pupils blown wide. âSay it again,â he pleads. âSay Iâm yours. Say you want itâwant me to breed you againââ
You ride him slow, deliberate, dragging his cock out almost to the tip before sinking back down with a wet, squelching sound that makes you both moan.
âBreed me again, Sunday,â you whisper, voice hot in his ear. âPut another load in me. Ruin me.â
He whimpers.
His cock twitches violently, already hard again despite the mess dripping between your thighs. He grabs your hips and begsâ âPleasepleaseplease, let me, I can, I swear, Iâm gonna give you everythingââ
You lean down, mouth at his ear, whispering filth while grinding your clit against him.
His wings flutter again, light and frantic, like theyâre betraying every desperate, aching feeling he canât put into words.
You kiss his cheek, sweet and cruel.
âThen give me everything, sweetheart.â
Sunday is panting underneath you, his flushed chest rising and falling fast like he just ran a marathon. His soft white hair sticks to his forehead, his yellow eyes glazed over as he tries to remember how to speak.
Youâre still on top, your thighs sticky and sore, cum dripping out of you in slow, hot spurts, but you donât move. His cock is still buried inside, twitching weakly, too sensitive, too hard again.
His trembling fingers trail up to your hips. You watch him gulp, throat bobbing, his mouth barely working before he blurts outâ
ââŚAre you a porn star or somethinâ?â
You blink. Then laugh, hard.
He looks up at you like youâre magic and sin wrapped together, his pretty little wings flapping weakly behind his ears as he stares in complete awe.
âIâm serious,â he breathes, sounding dazed. âThat wasâthat was not normal. No oneâs everâfucked me like thatâtalked like thatârode me likeâlike you knew exactly how to break meââ
You smirk, leaning down, your lips brushing over his jaw.
âPoor baby,â you purr, voice like warm syrup. âYou thought you could handle it. Thought you could just lie back and breed me like it was gonna be easy.â
He groans like you punched the air out of his lungs.
âYou made meâf-fuck, I came so hard I think I blacked out,â he admits, his cheeks bright red. âMy legs donât even work. You milked me.â
Your hips roll again, slow and taunting. He yelps, body jolting underneath you, tears prickling in the corners of his pretty golden eyes.
âYouâre still hard,â you whisper, amused, âand youâre still inside. You wanna go again?â
He makes a broken, needy sound in the back of his throat, hands gripping your waist like youâre the only thing tethering him to reality.
âYes,â he pants. âGod, yes. Please, again. Iâll cum again, I swearâIâll give you so muchâI wanna fill you until it leaks out when you walkââtil I can see it dripping down your thighsââ
His wings twitch harder, that fluttering picking up again. You grab one fistful of his hair and pull, and he moans.
âSuch a messy little thing,â you say sweetly. âYou like that your cumâs dripping out of me, huh?â
âYes,â he whimpers.
You clench around him on purpose, just to watch his jaw go slack and his back arch off the sheets.
âThatâs why you thought I was a porn star?â you tease, licking along his cheek. âBecause no oneâs ever let you cum this much?â
âN-No oneâs everâtalked like thatâfucked like thatââ
You start to move again, your pace a little meaner now, riding him slow but deep, messy wet sounds filling the air as another rush of cum spills from between your thighs.
His head falls back, mouth open, eyes fluttering.
âOh fuckâagainââ he gasps. âYouâre gonna make me cum againâso fastâahâahhh fuck, youâre perfectââ
You lean close to his ear, your voice low and hot.
âGonna knock me up this time?â you whisper. âGonna make it take?â
He screams.
His hands dig into your hips, slamming you down onto him as he cums again, hard and fast, stuffing you even fuller than before. His wings beat out of control behind his ears, frantic, like theyâre about to lift him off the bed.
âOh fuckâbabyâfuckâitâs so muchâ!â he moans, sobbing as he pumps you full again. âI can feel itâitâs everywhereâfuckfuckfuckââ
You rock against him gently as he twitches, body shaking under you.
By the time you finally still, both of you ruined and soaking in his cum, heâs just staring up at you. In love. Destroyed. Worshipful.
ââŚYou gotta tell me if this was real,â he whispers, hoarse. âBecause if youâre not a porn star, I think I just saw God.â
You grin.
âIâm not a porn star, sweetheart,â you whisper, brushing his hair out of his eyes, âIâm worse.â
And Sundayâs pretty little wings shiver all over again.
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đ: "This game lets you marry another character, correct?"
đ¸: "Uh-huh. It's a main feature."
đ: "Then, the dragon character. The male with the horns. What do you... think of him?"
đ¸: "As a character? He's cool. Really important to the story."
đ: "As a husband."
đ¸: "Uhm."
What does he want you to say? Is this just a light conversation, or...
đ¸: "He's aesthetically pleasing. No one in-game would complain to wake up beside him every day." <- You say with a heavy emphasis on "in-game" just in case he's jealous of a fictional character.
By the way the air around you grows warm and toasty, like a bonfire inviting you to roast some mallows on a chilly night, you can safely guess that that is a good answer.
đ: "I see. Then he is to be your character's husband."
đ¸: "Eh, not really. The blacksmith next door is better value. He gives a really great discount on forging expensive items like jewelry. Those stuff fetch a fortune when sold."
Suddenly, your metaphoric mallows freeze into ice cubes.
đ: "Are you saying this dragon," He spits out as if it was food gone bad, "Cannot even provide jewelries for his mate? What has he been doing in all the years he's been alive?"
đ¸: "The game isn't that deep... I mean, he also gives bonuses. But it's for fighting, and the game is easy enough as is."
đ: "Show me the blacksmith. I shall judge his worthiness of you-- your character."
And so you do.
đ: "This looks like Ace Trappola."
đ¸: "??? He doesn't? The only thing similar about them is the hair color."
đ: "Your character deserves more than this undecorated brick of a man. The dragon is more elegant."
đ¸: "I would argue a plain old blacksmith fits better with a plain old farmer in a plain old farm."
đ: "A common, and harmful, misconception that a person of sophisticated upbringing must always be paired with another of similar status. Must a noble person always eat an ice cream with frivolous toppings? A plain yogurt would be healthier in the long run."
đ¸: "From a regular person's perspective, eating plain yogurt is healthier too, you know? If the dragon is the overdressed ice cream. Rhetorically speaking."
You could swear you feel snowflakes forming from the sweat on your nose. He seems to want to say something, but is too upset to speak.
đ¸: "Good thing the dragon I personally know isn't a one-dimensional, fictional character, huh? Rather than the same "good work today, I love you, goodnight" one-liners on my screen, I really enjoy hearing about the precise mathematical proportions of the 15th century Gothic pilasters relative to Faefolk comfort instead. And how revisions to them during the 18th century is a much-needed accommodation for humanfolk."
đ¸: "Only from a certain Dragon Fae over a mug of eggnog, of course."
đ: "You remembered that."
đ¸: "Of course I did. I told you I enjoy them."
đ: "Even if it's from an overdressed dragon?"
đ¸: "The dragon could just, I dunno, undress? Then he'd just be a plain old dragon."
đ: "That would be a naked dragon."
đ¸: "Even better."
Neither depressingly frigid nor delightfully toasty, the gradual shift in temperature-- balmy, you note-- wordlessly tells you that you chose the best answer.
