Having accessories on that jingle while you have sex with him makes him develop a pavlovian response, now every time your jewelry makes noise, he can't help how fast he pops a boner.
Manato's ears and tails stiffen in place as he feels his pants tighten, he can't meet your eyes, even that reminds him of how hot you looked while you were sucking him off, face beet red while you poke him for answers. Because of his ears, he picks up the jingling of your jewelry even more intensely, bouncing his leg up and down as you're telling Yuzuha some sort of story, he can't focus on anything but how good your lips look right now and how good they looked stretched around his dick. He does his best to not show it, fails, and hugs you from behind to make you feel how badly he wants you.
Lycaon coughs to clear up his mind and focus, you're telling him about a new café that opened up, has delicious menus and— god his ears can't stop twitching, his tail barely staying in place as you keep making excited movements with your body, the sound flashing a memory of you clinging to his neck desperately as he fucked your brains out on your bed, your clothes torn off and your body covered in claw marks, you looked so— he blinks himself out of the thought before it gets worse, but you do notice his tail wagging way too hard, and how tense he is the whole day.
Hugo's smile twitches as he's sitting with you on your bed, you're playing some sort of adventure game with your switch and those damn bracelets won't stop jingling. Just like how the sound made it even more erotic while you were stroking him off after you just gave him a blowjob, his moans had become so pathetic, he melted under your touch, let himself be vulnerable like he never dared to before as you kept stroking him with that punishing pace and— he's pulled out of his thoughts as you cheer for yourself, you finally beat that boss. His hands slowly circle your waist as he buries his head on the juncture of your neck, "Mmm, will you pay attention to me now?"
Lighter can't focus, you're showing him two different graphic t-shirts, you two had been out shopping when it just hit him. The way you're explaining how good both of the t-shirts look as you shove them into his face, the way your necklace keeps dangling— like how it was hovering over his face as you were riding him, your hands squeezing his pecs as you slammed your hips down on his thick cock, his head spinning as he grunts your name and digs his nails into your thigh to keep himself from losing himself in you— he coughs into the back of his hand, at your confused look he just shakes his head a little, "I'll get both of them for you."
Harumasa's hold on your hand tightens out of nowhere as you were running to the new ice cream store that just opened up, you turned to look at him— his face is beet red, refusing to make eye contact with you. The jingle of your bracelets as you were skipping around, holding his hand, is much too reminiscent of the sound the same bracelets made as he was fucking into you on his bed just yesterday. Your hands had circled around his neck, your nails, and bracelets digging into his skin as he watched you come undone just from his dick pounding into you, burying his cum deep inside as he finishes with your name spilling from his lips with a high-pitched whine, you looked so gorgeous then— "Harumasa! I'm asking you what you want to order!" you huffed, he blinked as your voice cut through the flash of memory, his other hand went to his throat out of nervous habit, his blush spreading to his ears and neck, "Yeah… yeah just order whatever you'd like for me, I don't mind."
content: fluff. really, just fluff. discussion of canon prosthetics, references to previous trauma.
Lighter →
Lighter cobbles sleep together in pieces. He dozes off on his feet during gatherings or hooks his legs up over the handlebars of his bike to steal a few precious moments. Anything longer than a nap is playing with fire. That's when dreams creep in, smoke curling under the frame of a door he keeps firmly shut, suffocating, til he wakes up in a cold sweat, clawing at the chain around his neck, clinging to dogtags so they don't burn into his skin.
It's best when he's pushed himself to his limit. Dreams don't come when's he's too exhausted to think past his next step. He stumbles back home, limbs heavy and body weary, and collapses face down onto his bed fully dressed. Come morning, he'll regret not taking the time to peel himself out of his clothes. He'll regret his blood-crusted knuckles and the lingering stiffness in his bad arm - but never enough to trade them for his nightmares.
That habit didn't change when you found your way into his bed. You can nag and insist all you want, but there's no avoiding it. He'll drag himself in at the dead of night and flop right down onto you. No shower. Just the sheer weight of him—sweaty and exhausted, the throat-burning stench of the hollow clinging to him—flattening you into the mattress.
Lighter snores. Swears up and down that he doesn't, ears turning crimson the second you bring it up. He's not shaking the house down or anything, but it's loud enough to rattle his cool guy image. He drools, too - especially when he manages to knock out for more than his usual sparse hours. You'll wake up with a wet patch on your shirt if you let him stay asleep on top of you.
His number one sleep position, though? Little spoon. He makes excuses about it - because this way he can still face the door, see? It's safer. He promises. It has nothing to do with how good it feels to have you wrapped around him, head pressed between his shoulders. It has nothing to do with being held, with your palm over his heart like it's something sacred.
When you fall asleep against his shoulder, he freezes. He's stuck in time. It's a crime for him to move — because what if he wakes you? What if he shifts and you slip away from his side? He'd never let you fall. Of course not. But if he jostles you too much, then you'll never lean against his side again.
He's the sort of sap that gets emotional when you're sleepy around here. He's heard all the anecdotal evidence about feeling sleepy around people you trust and he buys into it. You trust him. That's why you're sound asleep, head on his shoulder. He trusts you. That's why, when his eyes grow heavy and his back aches from holding still too long, he lets himself rest his head against yours.
Rina →
Sleep hygiene is just as important as regular hygiene, and if you try to bend the rules when Rina is in your bed, you'll get more than just a lecture.
Phone on the nightstand, in do-not-disturb. One singular alarm - none of this six plus nonsense. She's up before your alarm anyway. Sheer force of habit; you thought you might someday glimpse her with her hair undone, gazing longingly out the window in her flowing nightgown, a specter to haunt any passerby who turns their gaze her way. If she does any haunting in the dead of night, she keeps it carefully hidden from you. You start to think it's much more likely that she takes the recommendation for a full, uninterrupted eight hours of sleep extremely seriously.
Rina has the most elaborate pillow set up in the world. A body pillow, a neck pillow, a pregnancy pillow — this is just her first line of defense against bed bugs and charley horses. Her pillows are all on rotation, all prompty replaced every six months — there's even little cushions for her wrists.
Rina, of course, knows how overwhelming all of this can be. She forsakes her comforts the first few times you spend the night with her. These things take time. You would be overwhelmed if she rearranged your bed on the first night. Poor thing. She knows she has to be patient with you. You rest your head on her chest and she coils herself around you bit by bit. Her legs wedge between yours. You hadn't anticipated that she would be quite so clingy — and you're correct. Rina is simply focused on ensuring her knees have the proper support and spacing while she sleeps on her side. The deeper into sleep you fall, the more her arms tighten. You make for a fine (albeit temporary) replacement for her pillow arsenal.
Gradually, she introduces her pillows back into your bed. They appear one at a time, each an apparition that pops into existence while you're out at work. Explaining the use would be too obvious. It would expose her pillow-based scheme. Instead, she demonstrates their proper use each night, expecting you to pick it up subconsciously.
"Let me tidy up for you," she insists. You can only turn down the offer so many times before you start to rationalize it. Maybe this is how she shows her love. Maybe it's acts of service off and on the clock, and words of affirmation wrapped around you the second you stepped in the door. A warm shawl knit from praise, a hot mug of tea pressed to your hands.
Her true intent is, of course, to intertwine her belongings and habits seamlessly with your own. You don't realize it until the conquest is complete — until your bedroom has been transformed into a fluffy haven.
"Ah, yes," you drone, propping yourself up on an elbow to watch Rina pile her hair into a satin wrap. "Me. My girlfriend. And this brick wall she's built between us."
"A down wall," Rina corrects. She leans across the pillow dividing you to kiss your temple. "Would you like to cuddle before bed?"
Of course you do. Even if you're going to wake up to a pillow wedged between you, you'll fall asleep curled up in each other.
Yanagi ->
For a while, you thought she just didn't like you that much. She kept rescheduling nights at your place, kept having work emergencies that made her leave early, taking her spend-the-night bag with her. You understood - honestly, you did. She's a busy woman, she's got a kid, the whole nine yards. You wouldn't still be there if you expected things to move at your pace.
But it was starting to feel purposeful. So one night, holding her bag out to her while she slipped back into her heels and pinned her hair up, you just ripped the bandaid off. Was this going anywhere? Was there something wrong? If she didn't want to sleep over yet, she could just say that - no need for pretend, no need to bring along props or plan out the night.
Yanagi fumbles with her words. She fidgets, adjusts her glasses, strokes her hair back. You brace yourself for the inevitable, for the 'this isn't working'. She says your name lowly. Lamplight gleams off her glasses.
She confesses with all the seriousness of a general sending you to your death:
She has to have noise to sleep.
That's all. She acted like it was a big deal, said she understood if you would rather sleep in separate rooms — or, perhaps, not even together at all. She's flustered when you remind her that ear plugs exist— that this, in the grand scheme of things, is nothing. You can accommodate that.
The next time your schedules (and the stars) align, you march her back to the bedroom to show off your fancy new white noise machine. 33 different sounds. High fidelity stereo sound. You flick through a few different options, wiggling your fingers and waiting for her review.
It takes months for her to introduce you to Soukaku, and even longer for a proper sleepover at her place. After it all settled into routine, you found that Yanagi's bed was frequently abandoned in favor of the couch. Rather than keep you awake with tossing and turning, she folds the covers back over you, turns off the sound machine (moved from your apartment to hers permanently) and escapes into the TV's low drone.
Some nights, you wake alone. You can piece together the order of events. Yanagi fled the bed first. She untangled herself from the both of you, placed the covers back - tucked you in, even, if the covers at your back are any indication. Then, Soukaku - hair mussed, yawning big, pushing at her eyes and blearily calling for Nagi from the bedroom door. She would have clambered out of her bed, left the covers a mess behind her.
If you sleep through Soukaku's calls, you'll slip out of bed at brink of dawn to find both of them asleep on the couch. The TV plays a compilation of old infomercials, casts them a flickering glow. Yanagi sits upright, glasses askew, Soukaku passed out with her head on her thigh.
You slip her glasses from her face and settle onto her opposite side. Your head nestles against her, throw blanket carefully arranged over the three of you. You need to get a larger blanket, you think. This, too, you can accommodate.
Lycaon ->
Big. Fluffy. Warm.
That's what you anticipated. It's not quite what you got.
You wake up with fur in your mouth. A cold, wet nose presses below the hinge of your jaw has you shuddering awake. You squirm and he has the audacity to huff - as if he hadn't just wrested you out of sleep. His arms tighten around your waist, drag you closer, maw hooking over your shoulder to anchor you there.
"Not yet," Lycaon grouses. It's his (only slightly) more dignified version of 'five more minutes'.
His finesse unspools behind closed doors. He lets you pick at the buckles of his restraints one by one until he's unbound before you. Late nights are for catching up. The petals of his flowered language fall away while he removes his prosthetics and carries out his nightly routine.
All the irritants and complaints of the day, the little things he had brushed off, the small moments he had smothered a smile at — he lays it all at your feet while he brushes his tail. You swap stories until he's curled around you, his voice and words gradually roughened. Even with his prosthetics off, he manages to envelop you. His tail is insistent, tucked around you, swishing and lashing — emotive for the first time all day.
God help you if you have to get up in the middle of the night. He's a light sleeper, and he prefers to have you in his arms through the night. He's grumbling when you stir, grip tightening, only releasing you when you insist. And if you take too long? There's a very sleepy, very ruffled, very grouchy wolf thiren watching you from the doorway. He guides you back to bed with a hand between your shoulders. No more detours. Just because he can sleep without you doesn't mean he would choose to.
He's not quite the morning person you would think he is; once he's up, he's golden. Put together and professional, ready for the day. In those early hours, though, his voice is still scratchy. He yawns, tongue curling, jaw clicking shut. The alarm clock has nearly rattled off the nightstand by the time his big paw smacks it silent. He shakes the sleep off, ears slapping with the force of it, and even then, he's still groggy and grouchy well into his routine.
On rare mornings where he has nowhere to be, he rests his muzzle against the pillow and watches you go about your routine. He's still, save for the occasional swish of his tail and the prick of his ears. He'll be up in just a moment. He swears it. He just wants to soak in a little more time like this, to bask in the sun on his fur, in your easy, unhurried motions. Allow him this indulgence before he picks up everything he had laid down the night before.
Hugo →
Of course, by the time you're out of the shower, he will have put himself together — bound up for the day, looking professional and well-groomed while he tends to breakfast. He saves his tail bindings for last. How else would you get to watch it wag when you step into the room?
Hugo is the king of microsleeps. Genuinely, he could fall asleep anywhere.
Can and will sleep with his eyes open. It's awful. You'll be talking to him, thinking wow — he's so engaged with this story. Can't wait to hear his insights. Surely he has some revolutionary pearl of wisdom to share.
And then you'll see it - the way his eyes suddenly sharpen, the way his they flutter as he blinks the sleep back. Somehow, fresh out of sleep, he's raring to go. No grogginess, no nothing — just mild surprise that you're before him now. He knows you hate it, too, and deliberately leans into it to get on your nerves. "Well, hello — when did you get here?"
He's been known to fall asleep mid-conversation — especially if you're chatting with Vivian. It's his favorite white noise. The steady chatter, the soft peals of laughter - you're both close by, safe. His head tips back, arms folded loosely across his chest. He doesn't shift, doesn't make a sound. He's a silent, still sleeper, would be perfectly at home in a coffin.
It's hard to stay mad at him for falling asleep (and he knows it) because, frankly, he doesn't adhere to a regular sleep schedule. Between his above board, legit practices and his less-than-savory business ventures, he runs himself ragged. He's grown to appreciate it. Hugo feels restless without something to work towards. Sleep comes easier when he's filled his days with his ambitions and his limbs are heavy from the effort.
Still — there's a peace that comes over him when he truly sleeps. His features soften. That ever-present vigilance falls slack. You brush the hair from his face and there's no teasing comment, no snatching your wrist. Just the subtle lean into your touch, his most vulnerable self craving the contact. He will never truly slow down, but in moments like these you can imagine a future where he's content. Where he dozes like this regularly and the bags under his eyes have disappeared entirely.
Surprisingly, he's not prone to nightmares — not ones that he remembers, anyway. Sometimes he'll wake with nothing but dread and a cold sweat. Hugo centers himself with tactile sensation, with temperature. He kicks the covers off of himself, tucks them in around you to keep you insulated from his sudden downturn in mood. He shuffles into the kitchen, finds himself making a hot drink and an ice water just to alternate sips of them.
You'll have to drag him to bed most nights. Hugo lies as easy as he breathes. He'll be right there, he swears it. You leave the lamp on, wait for her to crawl into bed next to you. Before you know it, you've passed out with the lamp on. You stir hours after he promised to come to sleep, to see him with his hand on the switch, caught like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar.
He's easily most likely to let his personal care habits slack. As a result, the top drawer of your nightstand has become an emergency stash. He stumbles to bed, looks a little too pale, words a little too slow and slurred, and you're practically launching a packet of fruit snacks at his face.
Manato →
A veritable jungle gym of a man. The kids swing from his arms and climb all over him, only to tire themselves out and crash, curled into his side, cheeks squished against his chest. He doesn't let it stop him from carrying about his day. He curls his arms around them, balances them where they lay and lets them snooze away while he runs errands.
It's not uncommon to see Manato heading back from the store, sleeping kid in one arm and a mountain of groceries in the other. His steps smooth unconsciously, gait gliding, rocking them further to sleep. It's as easy as breathing, second nature to keep them comfortable when they're bundled up against him.
Manato's the kind of partner to recognize when you need a break and enforce it. If you're walking around dead on your feet, then it's his job to get you to rest. It's not always right away, but when he realizes it — whether your social battery is completely drained or you're just exhausted — he's leaning close, his voice a low rumble. "You ready to go?"
And if you insist that you can stay, that you're not tired, that's cool. He'll respect that for all of about ten minutes. Then he's bumping you with his shoulder, the question evaporated from his voice. "I'm ready to go."
You can cling to him like the kids, too, if you want. Shoes hurt your feet? Just too tired to stand? He's crouching down, waiting for you to climb onto his back. It doesn't matter if you're big or small. What, you think he can't carry you? That's just gonna make him carry you harder. Or, well — more often. He adapts that same smooth, steady gait as he navigates back home. You'll be lucky if the warmth, the steady pulse of his heart, and the easy pace he sets doesn't lull you to sleep before you've even crossed the threshold.
He'll flop down on top of you on request, but he finds it… not weird. Well, a little weird. He's just concerned. He's muttering 'can you even breathe?' while you're smothered by his weight. It's secure, it's cozy, yeah — whatever you say. He's not buying it.
Manato would much rather you sleep on top of him. (Hypocrite.) It just makes sense. His chest is broad, see? And you're always saying how warm he is, so you probably don't even need a blanket. You can squirm, can toss and turn all you like. It doesn't particularly bother him. He's your favorite nap spot, after all. He's more than content to stretch out on the couch with you firmly in place. His thick arms act as guard rails to keep you from spilling out onto the floor when you shift. He's not hearing any apologies, either. The kids are way worse than this.
Besides. When you plop down on him like that, you're going to be there for a while. He shows you post after post on his phone — often from the forums, but sometimes he just uses it as your daily catch up. Why text you every funny thing he comes across when he knows he'll have a captive audience? This way, he can see your reactions for himself.
dick hcs because why not. very smutty bc i give up, this is a gooner game so im just going to embrace it! (hsr ver) (genshin ver)
contains size kink, cum play, dry humping in a way, blowjobs, perv!harumasa yum, armpit fucking … hear me out, titjobs, service top!lighter ugh, cockdrunk reader, filming in manato’s, lycaon in a rut and knotting ..
wise’s cock is just like him. long, slightly hunched, very pale with the prettiest red-ish pink tip. it’s not the thickest, but it still manages to stretch you out and bruise your cervix if you want him to be rougher with you. his cum is watery and it’s so, so much, and he doesn’t love anything more than painting your body with his release <3 bonus: loves cumming on your panties and fucking you thru them!
harumasa isn’t big, but he’s still average and his cock is so thick and veiny and sensitive. he’s so embarrassed by it, but every time you lick his veins when you’re sucking him off he feels like he could cum all over your face. his cum is thick, sticky, heavy, perfect to breed pretty girls like you and make them lick his dick clean. bonus: he’s the grossest closet perv and would die just to get a chance to rub his cock on your armpit and fucking it!
on the contrary, lighter has the most perfect dick. it’s big, both thick and long, fat and heavy, always semi hard and resting on his abs even when he’s not horny. just looking at it makes your legs go weak, but he’s a gentleman: no blowjobs or handjobs, he loves doing all the work especially if you let him breed your cunnie after he defiles you :3 bonus: he’s such a service top but the idea of thrusting his cock between your tits makes his mind go blank.
komano manato is somehow even bigger than lighter. everything about him is big, so it’s no surprise than even his cum is heavy and thick on your skin, and he often cums on your pussy first just to use it as lube later! loves oral and loves rubbing his cock on every surface of your body and praising you for being the most perfect slut for his dick <3 bonus: would totally film a sex tape and post it online just to show everyone how much ur in love with his cock.
the biggest is definitely von lycaon. while he’s definitely big, he’s also the most gentle lover you can find, always fingering your and eating your perfect cunt before even thinking about his own dick. too bad though, because when he’s in his rut he switches up and surrenders to his thiren instincts. bonus: he knots you. a darker lycaon could do it without asking, just leaving you attached to his cock until he’s had enough.
There is something incredibly adorable in the way Wise acts when you are working on him, he is not the loudest but it is incredibly obvious with his reaction, he shuts his eyes close and gasp softly with every little thing you do, from licking to taking him inside of your mouth, everytime he gasp and moans so softly, he tries to press his lips together as much as he can but still can't keep the soft moans forever, neither he can avoid looking at you, he tries, he even cover his eyes with one hand but soon the arouse wins and he glances at you, just to end up feeling mesmerized by the way you are taking him, there is something hipnotic by seeing you, more likely because of how good it feels, at least that lead him to let go of more breathy moans and stop trying to close his legs, arching his back and pushing his hips a bit further, even holding onto your head out of instinct just like a quiet plea to don't stop
And when he is the one giving you a blowjob it isn't too diferent he doesn't has much experience in this kind of things but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to, he is so sure of it that he have made sure to prepare himself and knows exactly what to do, althoght, when being faced with the real thing he takes slow steps between the eagerness and nervousness, he takes almost no time on trying to take your cock in his mouth and takes as much as he can at once, and, as long as you don't tease him and embarrass him, Wise will take no time to fully underestand exactly how to do it, and if he ends up getting some moans out of you that will encourage him quite a lot, making him even more eager
જ⁀➴ Asaba Harumasa
If you are the one giving him a blowjob he will fully take advantage of it, he may make a few teasing remarks until he simply can't for being too busy moaning and telling you how good it feels with breathy whispers, it doesn't take long before one hand is gripping onto your hair and the other gripping whatever it is under him, his eyes barely open his hips moving clumsy if you don't hold them, chaising after your warm mouth and tongue, it is more likely that he won't meet your gaze because he keeps his eyes shut close most of the time and when he is close to cum he actually clenches his teeth before throwing his head back with a loud groan of pleasure, every time without exception, althoght, he may open one eye to glance at you, and each time the view does nothing but make him even more eager, making him cum even harder
Somehow, he knows really well what he is doing, he takes his time to play with your cock and pleasure you, he take the time to pass his tongue across the whole lenght and even tease the tip before putting it inside of his mouth (he actually does it quite a few times because, as much as he want it, he struggles to keep you inside of his mouth for too long, he needs to take you out to breath), from the start Harumasa takes as much as he can and takes care of what he can't handle with his hand, following a constant rythm and keeping his eyes on you as if to make sure you are enjoying it as much as he does, and once he has grown completely used to having you inside of his mouth he quickens his pace and even tries to take even more, not even feeling you reach his throat will stop him at the end
જ⁀➴ Komano Manato
Komano is not really good at reciving a blowjob just because it doesn't feel good for him to let you do all the job, besides, it make him incredibly embarrased that you would take his cock inside of your mouth. He tried to protest and find excuses but the moment you actually take him deep inside of your mouth his protest becomes moans a bit too quick, he gasp in surprise and breaths heavily, he wants to look somewhere else but he simply can't take his eyes form you, it is almost hypnotic the way you take him with such ease, althoght if your eyes happen to met his it would be too much for him, Komano may not be able to hold back if you look at him or even play with his balls too, he is just too easy to overwhelm
It is quite adorable the way he focus so much with the task in hand, keeping his eyes on the way your dick apears and disapear in his mouth, taking heavy breaths here and there as he focus completely on the rhythm of his head on your lenght, keeping his hands close in case he may need them too, most of the time holding them under your cock to don't let even a drop fall on the floor, dutifuly taking your whole and only stopping when the tip kiss his throat, trying his best to handle it and get used to the feeling before keep moving his head, even if you grip his hair and guide his head to move faster, even if you force your way to his throat he will not complain, Manato will still do his best to take it all
જ⁀➴ Lighter Lorenz
The idea of letting you do all the work doesn't feel right, it just doesn't feel fiting and Lighter even tried to fight back before you could even bend down, but all his protest quickly are drowned in the moans when you start working on him, this man is not only quite shy but also weak for you, he doesn't have the heart to stop you and having you focusing on him make his legs feel weak, despite his previous protest Lighter seem to be unable to take his eyes out of you, watching you bounce your head on his cock while he becomes a flustered mess, his hands hold onto anything they can while his moans are kept relatively quiet until he feels his orgasm bubbling up, his head is thrown back and his hand clinging to dear life to anything he can while his moans become breathy, louder, he even start to groan by trying to hold back himself a bit, still somewhat embarrased to load in your throat, holding back until he can't hold it anymore
Ironically, Lighter is less embarrased to be the one giving you a blowjob, he rather not have your eyes on him while doing it but would just try to don't pay much mind if you want to stare, he make sure to stroke your cock a few times before passing his tongue across it, savouring the sparced precum before attempting to take you on his mouth, he is so focused on it that it is almost adorable, he starts slowly, at least until he gets used to the sensation of having you inside of his mouth, making sure he doesn't gag even if you end up reaching his throat, then he himself will start quickening the pace, he surely is enjoying himself and because of that he needs to make sure you enjoy it too
જ⁀➴ Seth Lowell
He is not only incredibly embarrased to have you eating him out but also incredibly embarrased of how much he actually likes it, he cover his eyes as if that would do anything with his embarrasment, babbling nonsense about how embarrasing it is and about how good it feels, Seth even has the tendency to drool a bit whenever you are taking him but he just can't help it! Not only that but his ears keep twitching and his tail is completely stiff, he tries to stay as composed as posible even his free hand is clenching into anything he can and his back is arched, hips chaising after you almost as if begging you to please take more of him and don't stop, wich, of course, only makes him feel more embarrased of himself, he actually has to fight back his embarrased until he is drowned in his orgasm, mometarely forgetting about everything else once he feels himself getting close and moaning embarrasingly loud when he finally cums
When it comes to him giving you a blowjob Seth is somehow less embarrased, perhaps because he feels that it is like "paying the favor", he may need a bit of guidence but it is a quick learner, he grasp into what he has to do and how you like it pretty quick, althoght he tend to get lost in the moment so his hands most of the time are resting on the floor or your hips and his eyes half closed, sucking your lenght at a good rythm until you ask (or even force him) to go quicker, he is also pretty whiny, he won't stop whimpering and whinning even if you let him go in the rythm he wants, he is just enjoying himself too much, so lost in the moment thats he can barely comprehend that is his own greedy and needy self the one making him go faster and take more
Something about some of the rough-looking men of Hoyoverse… something2 hmmmm… ^_^
Manato, Lighter, Varka, Mydei
☆ Imagine…
Manato using his body to shield you when needed as you are both fighting against ethereals. He’s always there to protect you and make sure he’s got your back covered. He always ends up surprising you with his insane strength that what should seem ‘almost impossible to deal with’ to you is something he is capable of managing. His body is no joke! He’s truly built that way for a reason.
He’s such a gentleman despite that though, he wants to help in any way he can possible! Need him to lift your groceries? He’s got you! Feel like someone’s acting suspicious? Don’t worry, he’s following right behind you like a bodyguard. Hasn’t he always been such a great help to you? You should totally reward him with many kisses! You’ll probably notice his tail going crazy behind him, but it’s just a clear sign that he truly loves you!
Lighter showing off a little more with what he can do if ever he’s fighting in the ring when you’re in the crowd. He’s there to give it his all to impress you and make you feel the pride of being his beloved. Like, yes, The Champion of the Sons of Calydon is your smitten boyfriend — yup! Whenever he’s done, he’s confident that you’ll be able to patch him up; he prefers the feel of your hands on his skin in general. Who is he to turn down a chance of physical contact?
He makes sure that there will always be time for you two to make more fond memories together. Even when he’s busy, he’ll always think of ways so you’ll both be able to spend time with each other that you’d never feel neglected! He does like taking you on rides and actual dates, but he finds a comfort joy in doing little things together… That stuff gives him many things to look forward to; you give him the strength to wake up and enjoy things that would be mundane tasks.
Varka making it look like lightwork with the two claymores he uses in battle. Those are the same swords he uses to protect others and you. He’ll manage to guarantee your safety, even while knowing how capable you are. And when he does get the chance to play as your knight in shining armor, he likes to get a little bit close to say a flirtatious line or two in hopes of keeping you on your toes for later before heading back to fight.
He likes to be loud about you — he doesn’t have any shame at all! He boasts about how great you are and would fight for your name in silly debates like ‘who has the best smile in Mondstadt,’ but ends up trying to fight for you having the best smile in all of Teyvat. Everyone has to know that he loves you, and maybe he’d bring a megaphone to scream about it on Celestia for all to hear.
Mydei and his duality… He’s truly a force to be reckoned with — given that he fought tirelessly as a child and trained to be as strong as he is today. He ripped off Nikador’s head in his trial with his bare hands and is the best frontline for Amphoreus, y’know? He can definitely protect you, and his immortality helps that even if he’d go down, he can rise again to keep protecting you (for the most part). His combat capabilities aren’t something to be questioned.
Even when he’s not fighting out there, he still wants to do or make things for you. He’d call you over to eat something he cooked or baked without you asking for it — all made with love! If you want to relax by the baths, he’d offer to make you his pomegranate juice so you could enjoy your experience more. Shows a lot of his love through actions — always making sure you to take care of you whenever you’re worn out and are as comfortable as you’ll ever be!
was gonna write for Wriothesley and Gallagher but i don’t know them as well compared to the others. booooo…
anyways, saw a tiktok with all of them after not going on the app for so long, saved it, then hopped off with the intention of not going on it for the next few months like a cycle. few tiktoks a year. enjoy~!
lighter x reader, alcohol (lighter is drunk, nitro-fuel is alcoholic here), otherwise just pure fluff
thinking about lighter, stumbling up to you, the smell of nitro-fuel on his breath (and his shirt - he'd definitely spilled some on himself earlier, though with how unstable he was standing, you were hardly surprised). a bit of a party atmosphere had developed around steeltusk's bar tonight, and lighter had definitely had more than he should have. you had barely joined the gathering for a few minutes, relaxing a bit further from the bar, but as soon as he'd noticed you, he had made a (very wobbly) beeline for you.
"(Y/N)."
his hands went to your shoulder, using you to stabilise himself, even though his weight made you stumble a bit too.
"hi," you laughed, a rare sight to see the champion so discomposed, though he was looking into your eyes with a slightly nervewracking seriousness through those shades.
"we should get married."
it took you a couple beats to process his slurred words. heat rushed to your face, one you hoped, if someone noticed, you could blame on the one drink you'd had so far. you searched his face for the punchline, or any sort of elaboration. all you found was a similar searching - he was waiting for you to answer. he was almost pleading with his eyes, swaying a little from the alcohol - this was absurd.
"you are so drunk," was all you could muster, chuckling in disbelief. lighter collapsed against you, arms wrapping around your neck and head on your shoulder, and you swore you heard a very uncharacteristic whine leave his mouth.
"you don't want to marry me," he pouted - just how many drinks had burnice given him, that lighter lorenz, infamous red scarf of the sons of calydon, was pouting?
"hey, i didn't say that," you comforted him, instinctively petting his hair in a way he seemed to enjoy. and it wasn't a lie - it was something you had dreamed about several times, but... "i just feel like you've skipped a few steps here, you know? we're just friends, lighter. and you really are very drunk."
he picked himself up from your shoulder to look at you again, but he was so close this time, the tip of his nose barely an inch from yours, his full bodyweight still leaning on you. for the first time, you really realised the position the two of you were in, and so publicly, the crowded bar not far away. but you couldn't quite get yourself to focus on them, not when there was so little space between you, and his stupid handsome face took up your entire field of view. the musky scent of his cologne cut through the smell of nitro-fuel and it made your thoughts brain spin even more, so you waited for him to say something. you doubted you could come up with any more coherent thoughts.
"what's step one?" he said eventually. you frowned, not sure what he meant.
"what?"
"you said I skipped steps. what's step one?"
"to marrying me??"
"yeah."
once again, you had to pause to process. was this his weird, misguided, honestly really cute, way of confessing to you? there was no way - but there was a sincerity in his gaze that went past alcohol. the best answer would probably be 'ask me on a date when you're sober', but he was too pretty to be considering best answers, and your mouth moved faster than your brain did.
"probably this," you muttered, then pulled him forward by the scarf, closing the distance between you. even drunk, his reaction time was instantaneous - you were the one to initiate the kiss, but his hands were around your waist so quickly it surprised you, pulling you somehow even closer into him. it was clumsy but full of heat, and you could feel his mouth form a victorious grin against yours.
when you eventually pulled away, though, your gaze was immediately drawn away from his to the rest of the sons of calydon, who were whooping and cheering from the bar.
"yes! i told you it'd go well, lighter!" caesar called, shooting you a wink. Lighter only responded to her with a thumbs up, his head returning to rest on your shoulder again.
"did you tell him to do that?" you yelled back, head still reeling from the kiss.
"so what? neither of you were gonna take the leap sober," she replied, and you realised she wasn't behind his words - not intentionally, anyway.
"he proposed to me!"
a round of shocked laughter from the gang, except for lucy;
"he WHAT?"
i truly had no idea how to end this. but like. i love lighter so so much but i especially love him being dorky and down bad.
wc: 757
just him being a big softy, I love him
I want to talk about him so much but when I actually get to talk about him, I end up having a hard time to even say anything
Lighter's awkward at the beginning, and probably wonders why you chose to date him but once he's comfortable with the relationship, he'd be the sweetest boyfriend ever.
He is very protective when it comes to you, unless he knows you can actually handle yourself in a fight (which... can you really?), he'd mostly just stand by your side and intimidate whoever dares to mess with you.
"Are they bothering you?" You just have to say the words to put him in action.
But whether you’re weaker or stronger than him, the softness he has for you makes him treat you with extreme care. When Lighter holds you, it’s gentle and steady, and it makes you feel that you’re precious.
When it comes to your closest friends and family, he naturally treats them well. Especially if you have younger relatives, he'll carry them when they pester him for it and give them candies he has in his pocket.
He gives you candies too, but if he got the last one, he'll just take the lollipop out of his mouth and shove it in yours.
Whenever you're out on an errand and he either happens to see you or was already with you, those bags you're carrying aren't going to be in your hands anymore. It probably doesn’t matter whether they’re heavy or light, he just naturally takes the bags off your hands.
Also makes sure that he has time just for you. You want to hang out with him right now? Immediately sends you an “Okay”, and Lighter will just show up at your door in the shortest time possible.
Bonus points for you if you’re being cute and admitting you miss him.
You have no idea how much you give Lighter the want to keep living. To him, you are his life, his second chance (along with the Sons of Calydon). He really won't be able to forgive himself if he loses you.
