bathtub sex with orion <3 cw: smut, bathtub sex, rough sex
orion has always been such a sensual lover. should you be surprised when your invitation to bathe resulted in cold kisses lathered down your neck and shoulders instead of soap? his hands washed along your sides like cool, loving streams and he worshipped you much like any angel does the essence of life itself.
long fingers had crooked into your innermost self. his thumb circled your clit and he brought you to pleasures he always has. the heat of the water only amplified it. made your body melt into his further.
by the time his cock was slowly dragging along your walls - you had came twice.
still, you remained in his lap. with slow thrusts that plapped against your ass as strong hands eased your waist down in a slow rocking motion. the water laps at thighs like waves on a shore. his lips cascaded down your neck like the tender kiss of the moon upon a still ocean.
“you feel so good. . . aein, my darling love,”
his deep croon would soon turn into a groan. as tender as your angel lover was, the darkness always took over.
which is how you wounded up beneath him. water splashing over the rim of the tub and hitting the tiles like rapids smacking rocks. just as his hips ruthlessly smacked into yours. his wet wings spread out. strong arms encasing you close as he endlessly grinds and thumps against you.
“y-you will be the ruin of this angel,” his breath stutters. adam’s apple bobbing as he buries his face into your chest and groans out. his cock never fails to pull climax after climax out of you.
he knows that he is making a mess of you. he knows your cum and his has long since filled the water. he’ll simply run another bath. there is no way he’s stopping any time soon. what with your wet, silky skin against his. your whining moans. the way you cling and grip onto his back - his wings -
your desperate noises drown out the feral splashes of water. good luck getting him off of you any time soon.
Roses in the Sky - An Original Alien x Reader Story Part 10
In a future where humanity huddles in decaying domed cities controlled by alien invaders, you and your best friend Anna work as make-shift nurses in a tiny clinic run by the young doctor Terrian. The city is ruled by the aliens' violent, half-breed offspring who serve as brutal overseers. You and Anna have always tried to avoid these overseers at all cost, but your life is changed when one of those same terrifying offspring is brought into the clinic, injured and unconscious.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
This is an original Alien (well half alien) x Fem Reader story! I hope everyone who enjoys my fanfiction will give this a shot! Any feedback whatsoever would be loved! I’ve already written this story so it’s not going to delay my fanfics. Just thought I might post chapters of this between fanfics if anyone is interested.
Slow burn, as this is a novel-length story, but there will be smut in later chapters! Also: violence, blood, rape attempts, death of side characters, etc.
When morning came, you sat up in bed and stretched, for once glancing at the clock without fear. It was your day off, and you intended to enjoy it as much as you could, starting with sleeping in.
You climbed lazily out of bed and walked into the kitchen for breakfast. Vartan was standing by the table, fully dressed. You blinked and tried to focus your vision. "This is unusual," you commented, eyeing his uniform.
"I would like to leave the apartment today."
The words came bluntly, steadily, like someone banging a sharp rhythm on a drum. You heard them, could not possibly mistake them, but still you leaned against the counter and said, "What?"
"I would like to leave today," he repeated, seeming somewhat confused by the need to say it again.
You stared at him for a second, then crossed your arms over your chest. "Alright. Go on. I'm not making you stay or anything. You barged in here to begin with." At some point you realized your hands were balled into fists. Why were you so angry?
He looked at you blankly. "Am I troubling you?"
You frowned. "No, but you're standing here acting like you're asking for my permission to leave. What do you want me to do? Beg you to stay?"
Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew you should watch your tongue, that arguing with a half-breed was never a good idea, but you just couldn't stop yourself.
He still looked rather confused. "I thought I did need your permission. I am living in your home. You still have the right to make me return to the Tower."
It was your turn to look confused. "Wait, what are you talking about? How can I make you return to the Tower if you're going back there today anyway?"
"But... I am not going back to the Tower today," Vartan said.
"You just said you want to leave today!"
"Yes, I would like to leave the apartment for a short while. There is a place I would like to visit."
You immediately reddened. "Oh! Sorry! I totally misunderstood you. Yeah, you can go out for a while. Just don't let any of my neighbors see you."
"Of course," he replied, seemingly oblivious to your embarrassment. He walked toward the door, then stopped and looked back. "Would you like to come with me?"
"Uh, that kinda depends on where you're going," you said.
"Don't worry. I will not be seeing any of my kind."
You smiled. "Okay, then. Just give me a minute to get dressed." You left him to wait in the kitchen while you went to your room to pull on some jeans and a white cotton shirt. The neckline was a little low, with small, thin lace trim. You had been told by Terrian and Anna, on separate occasions, that you looked especially nice in white. You fixed your hair then looked in the mirror. You smiled to yourself, satisfied with your looks.
Would Vartan be satisfied? Why did you even think that question?
You met him in the kitchen, and he nodded to you without a word. You felt a tinge of disappointment. He didn't even seem to notice that you looked better than usual.
He opened the front door, and you edged past him so you could look both ways, making sure no one was in the hall. When the way seemed clear, you headed toward the stairs and motioned for him to follow. You did the same thing on the ground floor, thankful that your apartment building was never very crowded to begin with.
Once you were outside on the street, Vartan took the lead. You followed nervously behind him as he walked along the pavement. You tried to keep a small distance between the two of you, so that you could easily separate from him if he ran into any of the other half-breeds. You were unsure how they would react to seeing him with a human, and you didn't want him to get into any more trouble than he already had.
Luckily, the walk through town was uneventful, and soon the two of you were standing in front of an incredibly tall, crumbling building. You looked up toward the top, squinting your eyes against the red haze of the sky. It was probably the tallest building in Gallica, aside from the Tower.
"Is this it?" You asked, hoping you didn't sound disappointed.
He nodded and stepped through the open doorway. You followed, and together you and Vartan climbed several flights of stairs. They were steep, and in such disrepair that you occasionally had to skip a step that looked unsafe. The walls were cracked and filthy, covered in long faded graffiti. There had been a handrail at one point, apparently, but it was mostly in broken pieces now.
After reaching the sixth floor, you grabbed his arm from behind, signaling him to wait. You sat down on the steps and panted. "Sorry, I need a little break."
He sat down beside you and watched you patiently. There wasn't so much as a drop of sweat on his face, and his breathing was completely even. "Take as long as you need," he told you.
"You half-breeds are pretty amazing. Do you ever get tired?"
"Sometimes," he replied, looking away from you.
"So what's at the top?" you asked, pointing toward the roof that looked so very far away.
"Nothing important. You will see."
You stared at him curiously, wondering what he wanted to show you. He met your gaze and you blinked. "Um, how many stairs do we have to climb?" you asked quickly.
He stood up. "I will carry you."
"What?"
"I will carry you the rest of the way. Stand up."
You got to your feet slowly and he turned his back to you, squatting slightly. You stared at his back, a wave of heat spreading through your face, under your skin. Your heart raced. It was such a silly thing, getting a piggyback ride from him, but you had never really touched him before. Not outside of sewing up his wound or helping him to a cot.
He looked at you over his shoulder. "Get on," he said flatly.
You carefully reached forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressed your body against his back, and lifted your knees until he took hold of them and stood up straight. You were immediately surprised by how effortless he made it seem. He didn't so much as grunt as he climbed the rest of the stairs with you on his back.
The whole way up, you couldn’t shake the bizarre feeling of familiarity. Like a phantom memory that was too hazy to remember clearly.
When he reached the door to the roof, he eased you back to your feet. You looked at the floor, red creeping into your cheeks. "Thanks," you said.
He gave no response as he opened the door and walked out onto the roof. You followed him to the ragged fence at the northern edge and stood beside him as he looked out over the city. Not too terribly far away, you could see the Tower, and at this height, you could make out more of its details than ever before.
As you had thought, the top of the tower was connected to the very center of the dome, like a support beam. What you didn't expect to see, however, was a large mechanical device protruding from the top of the tower. It resembled some kind of cannon pointing upwards, and a gazebo-like room surrounded it. You could barely make out a single half-breed standing near the device, like a soldier standing guard.
"What is that?" you asked.
Vartan followed your gaze to the device. "It is the machine that operates the dome."
"Well, I kinda guessed that. How does it work?"
"I'm not entirely sure," he responded. "I know that the Pagoda's technology powers it, and every three years we must recharge it."
"And why is it being guarded?"
"In the past, humans have tried to reach the machine and destroy it, believing they could escape the city if the dome was removed."
Your jaw dropped. "That's crazy! Everything's frozen outside! If they turned the dome off, we'd all die!"
"Yes, and that is why we guard it. Even we half-breeds could not survive for very long without the dome. I believe some humans think we are lying about the outside, to keep them from trying to escape."
You were quiet then. For the very first time, you understood why there might be a need for the half-breeds. Still, their ruthless behavior couldn't be overlooked. You glanced at Vartan, whose eyes were fixed on another section of the Tower, slightly lower down.
"Do you see those vehicles?" he asked you, pointing to an open floor a third of the way down the Tower. On it, you could see several things that you could only describe as misshapen cars with no wheels and far fewer windows. You nodded and he went on.
"Those are called Flyers by the half-breeds. They are capable of traveling through space. The Pagoda use them occasionally to visit the mother ship. Half-breeds are not allowed to touch them, but we do see them being flown from time to time."
You were listening intently. This was the most Vartan had said in the entire time you’d known him.
He paused to look at you, then turned his eyes back toward the Flyers. "I... often think about... climbing into a Flyer and leaving this world."
Your eyes widened. You watched Vartan's face as he continued to stare at the Flyers, and you saw a hint of longing there, a hint of despair. You didn't know what to say to him. You were terrified of saying the wrong thing, something that would make him regret sharing such a private thought with you.
He looked at you again, and there was still a shade of sadness in his usually unreadable eyes. "I do not know why I wanted to bring you here, but thank you for coming with me."
"I'm glad you brought me here," you said. "I'm glad I got to know a little more about you."
He looked mildly surprised. "You want to know about me?"
You felt the familiar blush heating up your face. "Well, yeah. You're living with me and all."
"I see," he said. "I will tell you anything you want to know."
"Anything?" you asked, somewhat skeptical. He nodded, and your mind flew into a frenzy as you tried to decide what you most wanted to know. A million questions popped into your head, and you struggled to quickly sort them out. Suddenly you remembered Nariah's story about her mother. "Do you know anything about your human parent?"
Vartan's face seemed to freeze instantly, and you winced, certain you had asked the wrong thing. He looked back toward the Tower. "My mother was human," he started, speaking slowly as if carefully choosing his words. "Half-breeds are kept away from their human parents, because the Pagoda do not want us to be influenced by our human sides. Most human parents are killed anyway."
You nodded, having already heard most of this from Nariah. You said nothing and waited, making it clear that you wanted him to go on.
"My mother was kept alive for several years after I was born. I have a younger brother. He lives in a different domed city, and I only see him every so often. It’s been two years since we last met. We share both a mother and a father, which is rare among us."
You continued to remain silent, eagerly waiting for more.
Vartan's eyes were still fixed on the Tower. "I did meet my mother, if that is what you want to know. On the day she was scheduled to be executed, she somehow escaped from her cell and ran through the Tower, searching for me. She found me by spotting my father walking into my room. When she reached me, she wrapped her arms around me and began crying. She said she had to see me at least once before dying."
You were struck by the difference in Vartan's tone compared to Nariah's. Something about his voice seemed calm, almost nostalgic, as he recounted the story.
He finally turned his face to you as he finished. "I do not know why, but my father did nothing to stop her as my mother held me. She whispered many things into my ear, telling me that I am human, that I should never forget my humanity, that this is my world too. My father only spoke when she asked him where my brother was. The Pagoda guards rushed in after that and pulled her away from me. They dragged her out of the room, to be executed. As she disappeared into the hall, she screamed to my father, 'Please take care of our child!' and they were the last words I heard from her."
You waited for a moment, to be sure he was done talking, before speaking. "It sounds like your mother was very brave."
Vartan nodded his head slightly. "I find my memory of her... comforting. That is strange, isn't it?" he asked you. "A human would be troubled by such a memory, of watching their mother be dragged away to death. A Pagoda would not feel anything at all. I feel I am... different."
It occurred to you that it was that brief meeting with his mother that made Vartan different. In those small moments in which his mother had held him in her arms, she had managed to awaken something in him - something human. "Maybe you find it comforting because it reminds you that you were loved," you told him gently. "Your mother must have loved you a lot, even before seeing you, to go to those lengths to meet you."
Vartan lowered his eyes. "I could not return her love. I didn’t know how. I never even spoke to her. I was motionless the whole time she was there."
"I'm sure she understood. She loved you, no matter what. She told your father to take care of you, right? Speaking of which, isn't it strange for your father to allow her to hold you?"
Vartan's expression changed slightly, from a flicker of sadness to a flicker of something like pride. "My father is strange among the Pagoda. He is often criticized by the others for being eccentric. There was a rumor among the half-breeds that my father is not one hundred percent pure Pagoda, that his distant ancestors had mated with another race. I do not know if this is true or not. There were also rumors that his relationship with my mother was viewed as inappropriate somehow."
You smiled, amused by the fact that Vartan seemed pleased with his "eccentric" father. Perhaps Vartan's human-like behavior was a result of his parents, both of whom seemed rather extraordinary themselves. "He sounds like the only Pagoda I'd ever want to meet," you said. "What do they look like, by the way?"
"They look much like half-breeds," Vartan said, "but they are taller, with longer arms and legs. Their eyes have many colors, all on each eye. They wear dark robes, and keep their hair very long."
You found yourself trying to picture Vartan's father, a tall man with long black hair and rainbow eyes. The image just looked silly, so you changed the subject. "There is one more thing I'd like to ask. Is that okay?"
"Yes," he answered, eyes on yours.
You tried to think of a way to word your question. You had been wondering for some time now about how many women Vartan had been with. As Terrian had said before, a half-breed with a willing human was rare, but you had difficulty imagining Vartan raping someone. Then again, you would have had trouble imagining him tearing a man's head off if you hadn't seen it first hand. You took a deep breath and looked him in the face. "Have you had sex with lots of women?"
He quickly looked away, as if embarrassed, and you dreaded his answer. He kept his eyes on the ground as he opened his mouth to speak. "No, not 'lots'. One."
"One?"
"I have been with one girl."
"Why only one?" you asked, the question popping out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. Half-breeds were known for their carnal exploits. They seemed to be far more hormonal than humans, and that was saying something.
He seemed highly uncomfortable with the topic, but he answered you anyway. "I did not find it to be a pleasant experience. The girl... was crying. I was very young, younger than her, but she probably thought I was older. The other half-breeds told me what to do, and I followed their directions. I did not know why she was crying. Just before it was over, I realized that she was crying because she did not want to..." He stopped talking there, unable to finish the sentence. He paused, then continued. "I did not enjoy it, doing such a thing to that crying girl, so I did not do it again."
You felt tears welling up in your eyes. Vartan had been just as much a victim as the girl, he'd been a child manipulated into doing something he would feel guilty over for the rest of his life. You reached out and placed a hand lightly on his arm. "You can't be blamed for that. You didn't know what you were doing."
He looked at your hand. "Is there anything else you would like to know?"
You reddened. "Um, have you ever thought about trying it with a human who wants to do it?”
He looked at your face. "I have experienced physical desire, yes. And I have wondered what it would be like, with a girl who is not crying."
Your face burned a little more as you asked the next question. "Have you felt any, uh, desire for me?"
He didn't hesitate. "Yes."
"Really? When?"
His voice was still mechanical. "When I woke up in the clinic and saw you in your underwear. When you looked straight at me in the alley and told me I owed you. When you came out of your room the morning after I came to your house. When I woke up that evening to find you standing over me."
You were shocked. All those times, he'd given no indication that he felt any attraction to you at all. He must have been holding himself back because of his past experience with sex. You couldn't resist smiling. You felt a surge of confidence. "If you thought I wanted to, would you want to be with me?"
He seemed surprised by the question, his eyebrows raising as he looked at her. "Yes."
That was all you needed to hear. You wrapped your arms around his neck and stood on your toes, pressing your lips to his. He slowly lifted his hands and placed them on your back, carefully and gently, obviously unsure of the action. For several seconds, he remained rigid and still, to the point that you began to feel embarrassed. Then, as if he had simply been waiting to be certain you really did want this, he suddenly pressed himself against you, his hands moving over your body, his mouth hungry on yours. It was like a dam had broken, and all the desires and needs and aches came pouring out, washing over you.
Half-breeds were supremely hormonal creatures. Vartan, you discovered, wasn't quite as different from the others as you first thought.
He peeled off your clothes in a hurry, as if waiting even one moment to see your body was agony for him. When you were stripped bare, you stood before him, blushing and crossing one arm over your chest. You’d seen him naked before, so you knew. He was perfection, and you… you were human.
But when you worked up the nerve to look at his face, you found him staring at you with an expression of awe, a look you’d never seen a half breed wear before. “You’re beautiful,” he said, and the sincerity in his voice made you drop your arm to your side. He looked as if he wanted to take you immediately, but he stood rooted to the spot as he asked, “Can I touch you?”
You nodded, but then quickly held one hand up to signal for him to wait. “First, take your clothes off too.”
It was too embarrassing to be the only one naked.
“Okay,” he said, pulling off his uniform and leaving it in a neat pile on the cracked concrete. When he turned to face you, you were surprised to find him already hard. He was much bigger erect than he was when you saw him naked before, and seeing his arousal made your face flush with heat.
You’d never done anything like this before, so you were uncertain of how to proceed. Vartan’s experience was severely lacking, but his own desire seemed to be spurring him on. He stepped closer to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling your naked body against his. Ahh, his skin felt so smooth and warm. His hands slid down your back, to your ass, where they squeezed lightly.
You tilted your face up and kissed him again as his hands roamed over you, aggressive yet gentle. You remembered a time when the thought of a half breed touching you was the most terrifying thing you could imagine. But Vartan’s touch was warm and careful.
He paused to get his long jacket from the pile of clothes and spread it out like a blanket. Then the two of you sank down onto it, him on top of you. He hovered over you for a moment, then said, “I’d like to try something I read in one of your books. Can I?”
Your mind raced to try to imagine what he read. Those books were full of ridiculously unrealistic sex scenes. But he seemed excited to try whatever it was, so you nodded.
He slid down, parting your legs before leaning forward and licking a stripe up your wet slit. You shivered, rising up on your elbows to look down at him in shock. From what you’d heard, half breeds were usually far too preoccupied with their own pleasure to put much effort into pleasing a human partner. Of course Vartan would be different.
His tongue slipped between your folds, and you don’t know if he intended it or not, but he licked right over your clit, making you gasp. He looked up at you then, his bi-colored eyes watching your face. “The book was right,” he said, “it is delicious.”
This made you blush furiously, instinctively covering your face with your hands as you muttered, “Oh my god.”
You heard Vartan’s voice, soft and uncertain. “I’m sorry, is this unpleasant for you? The woman in the book enjoyed it very much.”
Moving your hands, you looked down at him. “It feels really good. It’s just kind of embarrassing.”
He was looking back at you with concern. “Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes!” you said, a little too enthusiastically. He smiled, then went back to work pleasuring you with his mouth. You laid back, trying to relax despite your nerves being on fire. A gorgeous half breed was between your legs, gently licking your clit, acting as if you were bestowing some wonderful privilege upon him for allowing it. Oh god, it felt too good! Your legs quivered, your back arched, and your hands gripped fistfuls of his jacket beneath you.
You climaxed with a moan, your body trembling as he pulled back and watched you, enraptured by the sight of your orgasm. You panted to catch your breath, then he moved closer, pushing your legs up, bending them at the knees. You felt his tip brush against your entrance, and found him staring at your face, as if waiting for one more confirmation. Given his history, you understood. You smiled up at him and put your hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer.
When he finally pushed into you, it was a slow and careful motion. He didn’t want to hurt you, but your own desire was reaching its peak. You wanted him all the way inside you, and you wanted it now. You bucked your hips against him, urging him to go deeper, faster. You wanted to feel every inch of him.
And he complied, thrusting in, over and over, his breaths hitching in his throat and his eyes sliding closed. You moaned and twitched beneath him, your arms around his neck, trying to pull him even closer.
His cock pulsed inside you, throbbing with pleasure, hitting a spot deep within you that had you gasping. His face hovered above yours, and he looked so beautiful, like angel.
When you came again, clutching him ever tighter, he buried his face in your neck, kissing your throat as his own climax hit. You felt his seed shoot deep into your core, and you felt content. At that moment, the Pagoda, Gallica, the entire world dissolved into the distance. For you, all that existed were you, Vartan, and the red sky looming over your heads.
⊹ ۪ ࣪ ( verse 209 rishen x reader x 781 rishen ) spider monsters x readers, moth monsters x reader, mantis monsters x reader, mad scientist x reader, yandere x reader, villain x reader x hero, cw: dark content, implied kidnapping, restraining, wounds on reader, biting ⊹ ۪ ࣪
𖹭. you've and your beloved boyfriend have been kidnapped from your universe, verse 781, by his evil scientist doppelgänger
“oh but aren't you the sweetest thing,”
a touch like velvet, and his fingers grip onto your jaw. raising your glaring eyes to his deep maroon ones. a face you know and love, yet it feels oh so foreign.
“don't touch them.”
the grunt of your lover makes your heart squeeze. yet rishen 209 only chuckles. his head turning to face his younger variant — chained by who knows what.
“well, I suppose the one thing I can praise you on is your taste.” crimson lips part into a grin, showing off larger fangs than the 781 counterpart.
“they're stunning.”
he cuts himself off when you struggle. attempting to wretch your head from his claw's grasp.
all you receive is a croon.
“now now. behave,”
words laced with honey, but sweetness was far from what you tasted when his claws dug into your jaw. scarlet oozing from your delicate skin and coating his matching nail polish.
rishen 781's eyes widen.
“bastardo!” he sneers yet is promptly ignored.
“I'm still him cariño. still your boyfriend. just. . . with more to offer.”
despite your whimpering, you maintain your glare. shooting an apologetic look towards your rishen who does everything in his power to break free of his bounds.
even when the other's fingers clamp beneath the soft flesh beneath your jaw and jerk your head up. even when your arms strain from the chain holding them to the wall. still, you scowl.
“don't. . . don't touch me.”
“cute,” is all you receive. a deep, crooning chuckle. his thumb traces along your jaw tenderly despite the pain he just dealt you.
“I wonder how you taste. . .”
the mad scientist leans closer and before you know it a shiver is running down your spine. for his lips flush up against your jaw — before trailing down.
a coldness hits the back of your head when he flushes you up against the wall suddenly. his warm body melting into yours, hands gripping your waist and mouth hungrily diving down.
an elongated tongue finds the trails of blood. drinking from you as though you were the sweetess nectar.
nails digging into your waist. all you hear is a deep groan from the scientist and the shout of your boyfriend.
your eyes can all but gape and pain forces your back to arch. an icy, sharp feeling digs into your throat and you're thrashing immediately.
but the spider moves not. simply sinking his fangs into the tender flesh of your neck. beady red irises now surrounded by darkness staring towards his doppelganger.
you could practically feel his grin.
all you can do is limp your head and hold back tears.
and your boyfriend. . .
your poor, poor boyfriend. who can only watch in horror as rishen 209 parts and grips onto your jaw once more.
crimson running down his chin. fangs stained. and all the fucker does is grin.
May I have a tirimasu and a strawberry shortcake please!?
[Gn reader]
Just thinking about being at the head of the bed with your head hanging off deep throating Rishen while Alessio fucks him from behind!!!:( I think it would be so nice!!!:( Rishen would be such a mess!! And his moans would be so strained too because Alessio would have his arm around his neck!!:( His cock feels like it's keeps inching down your throat with the help of Alessio's heavy thrusts!!:( Rishen would be tugging and clutching onto your clothes like you could stop Alessio's pounding!!:( You'll just grab onto Rishen hips trying to keep his cock to stay in your throat!!:(
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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 781 Alessio, Rishen
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍮 ꒱ mercenary x reader, immortal x reader, enigma x reader, aetheer x reader, x reader, reader x hero, spider monsters x readers, moth monsters x reader, mantis monsters x reader cw: ⊹ ۪ ࣪
“a-al- am- a-amoorrciitttooooo,”
the pathetic chokes of your boyfriend had your pressing your legs together. oh he felt so perfect down your throat. his cock hammering at the back of it repeatedly as your other beloved pounded him so perfectly from behind.
rishen would look down at you with such pathetic eyes. his glossed lips swollen and parted as he stares down at your eager mouth taking his twitching cock. again and again.
all while alessio pounds him senseless. all while he’s made to whine and lean back into his boyfriend.
“p-please - please pleasepleaseplease c-can’t - I can’t -”
“can’t? yeah baby? you can’t? don’t fucking lie, know you can,”
alessio’s cruel words send the poor slut spiralling. especially when the arm tightens around his neck and all he can do is splutter and drool. weakly pulling at your hair as though trying to get break somewhere.
the sound of alessio’s balls slapping against rishen’s surely bruising ass has your eyes rolling. motivates you to try and take him deeper. reaching out to grab onto his soft thighs and squish them together — leaving him mewling.
“a-ah! p-please!”
tears drip down his pretty face and he creams your throat again. causing you to groan out and eagerly swallow his sweet cum. much to his overstimulation.
“look at that amor,” alessio breathes out a laugh. stuffing his boyfriend to the brim and shallowly fucking that one, devastating spot that made him cry out into the air. “look at how much you’re messin’ - creaming their mouth full yeah? yeah.”
he doesn’t let up. not a chance. not when he catches sight of your own fucked-out eyes and hears rishen’s oh so pathetic splutters.
poor rishen. he’ll be hunched over and clinging onto your hair while sobbing as his ass is pounded sore.
May I have a strawberry shortcake and maybe a mango pudding please!!
[Gn reader]
Just thinking about you and Rishen having time alone together!! So you use Talisen's bed to watch movies! Putting up blankets on the top bunk so it drapes over Talisen's bed like home-made curtains!! Having yummy snacks and food!!:(( Falling asleep in each other's arms and not even making it halfway through the movie!! Waking up to find Talisen at home and has joined the little cuddle pile and going back to sleep!!:(
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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 781 rishen & talisen
. ˚◞꒰ 🍪 ࣪heroes x reader, moth monster x reader, spider monster x reader, mantis monster x reader, grim reaper x reader, snake monster x reader ꒱ ⊹ ۪
“tal,”
you whine in unison to the other, who merely chuckles and elongates his snake body just enough to wrap around the both of you comfortably.
“sshh,” he murmurs. pressing a kiss to your cheek and then one to rishen’s forehead. the feeling of his comfortable coldness against you both bringing much solace through the night.
rishen turns over to hug onto him. nuzzling into your chest and keeping his hand looped in yours when you turn over to cling onto rishen in turn.
“missed you,” you mutter. receiving an extra little squeeze before talisen oh so gently tuts.
“sleep my little loves.” he urges. cuddling both of you closer and smiling as he watches rishen slip into slumber first. followed shortly after by you. it wouldn’t take too long before he too shuts his eyes and drifts off into slumber.
May I have a mango pudding and a strawberry shortcake please?!
[Gn reader]
Just thinking about going over to visit them!! Announcing your arrival and right as they go to greet you, you hear the familiar meows and jingle of Beauregard. And before they can even greet them with a kiss, you're crouching down to take the little fur ball into your arms!! And you feel it's purring when you wrap them in your arms!! Rishen and Talisen just look at each other because they could have sworn they were the real reason you came over all the time! Being your lovers and such! But here you are!
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when you arrive at talisen and rishen's dorm, the show-stealer, beauregard, their cat son, decides to take their light and rush over to you
the loud, happy meowing leaves the cat, merrily rolling around on your lap, while nuzzling into your hand. and all the while your two boyfriends stare at you in utter confusion and with the slightest of jealousy.
“baobei.” talisen greets softly, running his hand through your hair to make you meet his gaze, along with rishen’s right next to him.
“if you just wish to see beauregard,” he chuckles, “you can just tell us.”
with your jaw dropping at the words you shake your head and try to get up to give your boyfriends their hugs too, but the cat is ever persistent. demanding that you cuddle a bit more.
instead, to spare you the fluster, rishen and talisen both get down to your level and hug you close. with their son enjoying the warmth of all of his parents.
“it would be funny though if that was the reason amor.” rishen laughs softly.
May I have a tirimasu, a strawberry shortcake and mango pudding please!
[Afab reader]
Just thinking about Rishen and I sending lewd videos to Talisen and Alessio of us but never actually letting them see anything. Sending them a video of taking my tits out, but before they pop out, the video cuts off! Sending them a video of taking Rishen's cock out, but it cuts out right before I take it out!! Sending a photo of me sucking Rishen's cock all the way to the base, so they don't see a glimpse of his cock. Sending a photo of my tongue hanging out of my mouth with cum on it!! And a video of Rishen sucking my clit through my panties!! A video of me being flushed against rishen cocks and circling my hips, still not even letting them see my tits!! Giggling to each other because we know we're in for it when they get home!!
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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 781 rishen, talisen & alessio
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oh you were absolutely right. the both of you were in for it.
and they made it worse for the both of you before even coming home. sending back a few lewd pictures and messages when the two of you had been in the middle of making out.
it made the both of you leak. talisen’s pelvis, showing the veins there and almost showing you all the way down to his erection.
while alessio sent you pictures of having talisen bent over and fucking into him vigorously, but at such angle you couldn’t see any of it.
and at one point they began sending voice notes. moaning and guiding for the both of you. degrading you and your whorish deeds. the way talisen at one point called out to rishen to cum, as if he knew she was going to.
poor little sluts, having to grind against each other and hump to try and get to where you’d wanted.
you even tried sucking each other off but nothing worked!
you’d have to sit and wait until talisen and alessio came home,would you not? and when they did, the both of you were bent over and fucked in several different positions and ways neither of you could recall you had been before.
seems they’d been experimenting a bit themselves on how to put the both of you in to different positions before they arrived.
