the contagious widespread disease of the male population putting on a guise to impress a target audience (you).
or alternatively; the performative male pandemic is reaching an all-time high, now reaching distant lands. but less performative and more so.... just them being weird.
; includes: phainon, reca, ratio, moze, dan heng, & mydei.
; the pandemic and the plague (gnsn).
; written with yandere in mind but it's chill, OOC i cannot stress this enough, they are OOC so don't take this seriously !!, like PLEASEEEE understand these are not indicative of their actual characters at all, we're here to have fun and point and laugh at these losers !!, female (y/n), weird men, not proofread i wrote this in one go.
♡ "shameless simp" phainon. there's a subtle difference between simp phainon and the average white knight. whereas white knights defend women with the sole intention of getting pussy and nothing else, simp phainon doesn't move like that at all!! he's in here for the love of the game, defending your honor and dignity and expecting absolutely nothing in return 💗 humble king! every time he goes out of his way for you, he's not thinking of getting a minuscule taste of pussy, nor is he expecting that you'd start falling for him right on the spot. he just wants to help you out of the goodwill of his heart, that's all :)
and it's not like you can refuse his insistent services either, you may try to avoid him in the hallways or refuse to show up in the cafeteria, but phainon will find a way to match his schedule with yours just so he can help you out! how sweet <3 need help with that midterm in ethics again? just tell him! oh, and about that girl who was harassing you online... don't worry about her, he's already compiled all the bullying evidence and submitted it to the head office. just lay back and trust phainon, alright?
hey, don't you get lonely living solo in your dorm? aren't you likeeee... tired of doing chores every day and week? if you want a roommate and don't mind sharing a living space with a guy, then y'know... you can hit him up, yeah? his roommate wouldn't mind him moving out :)
oh! by the way, your bra strap's falling, let him get that for you. ignore his shaking hand because the AC in this particular lecture room is freezing cold! makes him feel like he's living in belobog, yikes...
in the eyes of spectators, you and phainon come in a package deal at this point. and they hate to break it to you, but phainon isn't any better than a white knight #tbh. he may try to act like he's unaffected by you or that he's not some gooner who creams his pants at any minimal interaction with you, yet the way he's heatedly panting at the hankerchief you accidentally left behind tells a completely different story...
"in it for the love of the game," and the game in question is the goonlympics held in his room that promptly occurs every 9PM sharp. he's always the gold medalist.
his roommate had to purchase noise-cancelling headphones from how hard phainon beats his meat.
♡ "condescending cinephile" reca. film majors are either the nicest people you've ever met or the most pretentious. unfortunately, reca falls under the latter :( you met him in a gen sub class, and he seemed okay at first, too passionate about studies for your taste, but at least he looked stupidly good raving about the current lecture. maybe you thought of wanting to get to know him better, so you took up one or two film-related electives next term, just in case you end up sharing one of them with him... #yearner....
but one step inside the lecture room and you're already tired of him.
you like passionate people, you really do. but there's something so icky about reca looking at you incredulously after you profess not knowing this one indie film that was released in 1999 and only showed in three (3) theaters for one (1) day that could only be accessed through the seven (7) circles of hell. and yes, the last time you saw a movie in theaters was back when you were still a stupid kid, what about it, reca?
he just hmphs at you, nose turned up before he decides then and there that you'll be his personal passion project for this time. he'll mold you from film noob to film connoisseur in no time!
invites you to his apartment by the end of class, and you think you're getting dick by the end of his film lecture, so you dress up all nice and cute before getting turned off three (3) minutes inside his apartment.
he sits you down on his couch and makes you watch one of his all-time favorite films, which was about monkeys and bananas??? and you can't even enjoy the simple act of watching because he pauses every single second to overanalyze each frame presented before he turns his head to see if you got everything he said. just nod and smile and pretend you're writing notes, please....
a pause. he points to the monkey holding a banana up to its ear, "there! this is one of the most magnificent shots in all film history! do you understand why? well if you remember the previous shot before this, it depicted his other monkey friend walking out of the frame in the right side before entering from the right side in this shot. and it paints a perfect picture of a social commentary about-"
just tune him out already. like reca... please. the things he's commentating over are literally the most obvious narrative pieces that any person with critical thinking skills can pick up on.
you would block him and refuse to attend another one of his overanalyzing film watch party, but the way he got so jealous and pouty when you told him you went to the cinemas without him is kind of cute.... maybe this can work out... you don't know how, but it will.
that is, until he literally wouldn't stop pestering you to act out his fantasies of him being #that guy from the penaconian psycho, and you the love interest. reca said that the homemade film would be for his eyes only, but you're not trusting ANYTHING.
♡ "video essayist" ratio. he's one of #those holier-than-thou video essayists on the internet that narrates the "rise and fall of ___" or the "what went wrong with ___". his video essay channel is a mixed bag of various cumulative topics, but the recurring themes are philosophy, specfic media analysis, and for the fun of it, online drama. he speaks with a confident inflection in his voice, his mic is clear, and the video editing is great.
nobody knows the face behind the channel, as during the few streams he does, he wears an alabaster head to conceal his features. still, his fans don't care all that much. he delivers content, and they eat it up regardless of topic.
but a few months ago, his video essays shifted from general ones to... increasingly more specific. a video from a year ago is titled, "why media analysis is a dying appreciation in online spaces" but when you look at last week's uploaded video it's titled, "does she truly love you for who you are, or is it because you remind her of someone else?"
like damn... who hurt him. or rather, who's hurting him in the present time? it's somewhat funny too because one week it's hopecore and spreading love and joy, and he's rambling into his mic about how the chemical reaction of love is the most addictive thing, then the video he posts after that is #doomercore rambling about facades in a relationship and how vulnerability is scarce between two people.
it's now a video essay channel that has elements of dear diary mixed in... instead of spending all this time talking to himself and editing it into a video, maybe ratio can invest in a couple of therapy sessions instead :))))
the shock of the lifetime for his viewers is the girl he's been so unhinged over appearing in his once-in-a-blue-moon real-life livestream and it's immediately known to everyone watching that you have no clue of the shit he's been posting about 😭😭😭😭 you just think he's some cool video essayist, like baby no..... he's been turning his entire audience into his personal counselors.
♡ "stinky 4channer" moze. someone please give this man a shower, it's been sixty centuries... get off that damn site, moze, please. he's an abhorrent mix of chronically online on tiktok, grew up with 4chan, and plays call of duty with a side of league on the regular. there's nothing beating his stench from the interests he has alone.... and probably unironically thinks he's better than 99% of internet users because he has the entire history of the internet and every major online event memorized. like heh.... i know what happened on twitter during the night of january 15th, 2011..... and you don't.... 🤓🤓🤓
4chan is his online home, crazy it may be to hear. this online image-board website has heard and given him (horrible) advice on every major life problem he had, so when he ends up falling for his online friend (who he recently found out is a.... f-f-f-f-female 😱😱!?), the first people he goes to for advice is of course... 4chan.
"> be me. loner and gamer all my life.
>start noticing that uve been matching with a user for most of ur battles so u send a friend request.
>become friends and u find out she's single.
>develop feelings for her. u want this to work out but ur too scared to tell her.
>help me, b."
replies to his post:
"> hey op i think the first thing you need to do is to lay off 4chan if you want this to work out with her."
"> just get out of here already man."
"> are you so fucking stupid that you need to ask this to strangers online?"
oh. :(
♡ "pinterest softcore aesthetic" dan heng. the irony of dressing up every bit and part of being the poster boy for performative males, except he's been wearing this type of clothing style since ages ago.... unlike these posers, dan heng's been in his softboy aesthetic since day #one !! he just started getting weird looks from passerbys one day, and he didn't know what their business was until march shoved a performative male fashion tiktok right up to his eyeballs.... only then did dan heng realize. his entire shtick has been vandalized and ruined for the foreseeable future </3333
unfortunately, dan heng joins the dark side by using his wardrobe to lure in that cute girl from his geometry class. starts showing off his authentic, softcore personality and plays up his soft, caring, main lead vibes voice whenever he speaks to you in class. he's using bait, and he hopes you're the fish he reels in.
lowkey gives you a boyfriend trial membership with how caring he is towards you these days. brings you a can of your favorite drink from the vending machine before class starts, reels your chair closer to his before softly whispering into your ear about how the professor teaching upfront isn't explaining the formulas right, let him explain for you after class instead... visits you in your dorm room under the guise of you having forgotten an item (he purposefully snatched it from you) and even gets along with your roommates for bonus points.
this is yumebait... but in real-life... and you're the dumbass falling for the bait 😹😹😹 but he's so, so picture perfect.... too good to be true.... literally the perfect boyfriend material gifted to you from the heavens....
...there must be a catch somewhere, right?
:)
♡ "biketok member" mydei. just to preface, mydei did not join biketok willingly. he was held at gunpoint and was essentially forced to make thirst trap content for whoever is (un)fortunate enough to see him on their feed (read: he lost a bet to phainon and castorice, so his punishment is to make a biketok thirst trap every other day until the semester ends. don't ask him how he got to this point.). and well... his account unexpectedly blew up because people did not get the memo that the was doing this entire bit in a satirical manner. but ok.... mydei supposes he can deal with this, it's three weeks left until he's free from the worst experience of his life.
just... lean on his bike, wear a black compression shirt, wear his helmet, and then take it off in slow motion and throw in a smoldering look somewhere, maybe even flex his biceps and stretch his back... andddd post. rinse and repeat. all in a day's work for resident hotshot biketok member mydei and his growing online community. and yes, he dodges the "booktok x biketok? 👀👀" comments like the plague.
but what he failed to realize in his newfound online fame is the possibility of his one and only, the love of his life, the most gorgeous amazing, smartest talented crush of his seeing his thirst trap tiktoks out in the wild (fyp)... ruh roh raggy. he completely missed this possibility and was left to deal with the sudden ice in his veins when he received a message from you, "didn't know you did thirst traps, mydei! :0"
he needs to be put down. immediately. exponentially so. put him six feet under with a gun to his head or something. anything to end this stupid baka life of his because there's no bouncing back from this humiliation ritual he's being put through.
what can he even say in this situation? "uh... so, you see..." ugh. "well it was actually a dare, lol." what is he, twelve? "i'm only for you i promise." too forward, he hasn't even held your hand in a platonic manner yet !!
yeah, he needs to skip classes for a few days after this. maybe change names and transfer schools while he's at it and just content himself with stalking you online until the end of time or something....
damned biketok and damned phainon and castorice....
୨ৎ note : banner art is a doujinshi and you can find it on X from : sakuranotomoru !! also this is not proof read & dunno if it’s ooc.
𖤐 SUNDAY
The flickering candlelight cast an alluring glow over the room, where the scent of incense intertwined with the heavy atmosphere of desire. You found yourself on your knees before Sunday, his presence both intoxicating and commanding. His eyes, sharp and focused, glimmered with a mix of mischief and hunger as he watched you, the anticipation thickening the air around you.
“Look at you, so eager to please,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “Why don’t you show me just how devoted you are?”
You shivered at his words, feeling your heart race. Slowly, you climbed onto his lap, positioning yourself above his waiting cock. The moment you sank down, a gasp escaped your lips as you felt him stretch you wide, filling you completely. The delicious pressure made your breath hitch, your body trembling in response to the heat radiating between you.
“God, your pussy feels amazing,” he groaned, hands gripping your waist as he guided you to ride him. You began to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out, combined with the way your walls clung to him, had you moaning softly.
Sunday leaned forward, his wings fluttering, his hands sliding up to your tits, squeezing them as he watched you bounce on his cock. “Your tits are perfect,” he groaned, pulling your soft flesh together around his shaft. The sight of his cock disappearing between your breasts drove him wild. He thrust forward, using your tits to pleasure himself, and you let out a breathy moan, the feeling of his cock gliding against your soft skin sending sparks of pleasure through you.
“Just like that, baby,” he encouraged, his voice low and gravelly. “I love how your body responds to me.” He thrust harder, each movement eliciting desperate sounds from you as you felt the heat build within.
As he continued to thrust, you could feel the sweat glistening on your skin, the intensity of the moment heightening with each passing second. You looked up at him, your doe eyes filled with lust, and he met your gaze with a predatory glint. “You have the cutest fucked—up face,” he chuckled, driving his cock deeper into the warm embrace of your tits.
The pleasure was overwhelming, and you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs, your pussy cream and pink with desire. “Please,” you whimpered, desperate for more.
“More, huh?” Sunday teased, pulling back and releasing your breasts with a wet sound that echoed in the room. “I think you need to earn it.”
Without hesitation, he shifted you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs. He didn’t waste any time; in one swift movement, he buried his cock deep inside your pussy, filling you to the brim. The stretch was exquisite, and you gasped, the intensity of his thrusts sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.
“You take me so well,” he praised, his voice thick with lust. “Look at you, so full of me.” Each thrust was rough, almost punishing, but the thrill of being dominated by him only heightened your desire.
You could feel the pressure building in your core as he thrust deeper, your body responding eagerly to his every move. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, a testament to the raw energy between you.
“Do you like that?” Sunday taunted, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in closer, his movements relentless. “Tell me how much you love it.”
“I love it! I—I love your cock,” you gasped, your words spilling from your lips as you surrendered to the pleasure. “Please don’t stop!”
He grinned, a wicked smile that sent a thrill down your spine. “I won’t, not until you’re completely wrecked.” His pace quickened, and you could feel the heat building within you, your body tightening around him as you approached the edge.
With each thrust, he pushed you closer to ecstasy, the sensations blurring into a heady mix of pleasure and pain. You felt your own climax building, desperate and wild, and you could hardly breathe as you got lost in the moment.
“Look at you,” he panted, his voice low and gravelly. “So fucked out and needy. I’m going to make you cum all over my cock.”
And just like that, with a few more powerful thrusts, you shattered around him, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you cried out his name. The sensation of your walls tightening around him pushed him over the edge, and with a final thrust, he filled you with his cum, the heat spilling deep inside you.
As you both came down from the high, Sunday looked at you, breathless and satisfied. “You were incredible,” he said, a smirk still playing on his lips as he pulled out, the slickness between your legs evidence of your wild encounter.
You lay there, completely spent, feeling the remnants of pleasure coursing through your body, knowing this was just the beginning of your divine desires with Sunday.
As the pleasure subsided and the heat of the moment began to settle, you remained sprawled on the floor, your body still tingling with the aftereffects of his powerful thrusts. Sunday, still looming over you, was far from finished. He grinned down at you, his eyes glinting with mischief, and the sight sent a thrill through your core once more.
“Not done yet, sweet girl,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He grabbed your waist and pulled you back against him, his hands finding your skirt and tugging it up, exposing your bare thighs. “You’re so beautiful like this, all flustered and fucked out.”
Your doe eyes were wide and teary, reflecting the intensity of the pleasure you’d just experienced. “Please, Sunday,” you whimpered, your voice soft and desperate. “I need more.”
“Good,” he smiled, his grip tightening around your waist as he positioned you back on your knees. “I want to see those perfect tits wrapped around my cock again.”
With that, he guided you back down, placing your breasts together as he lined himself up. The heat of his cock against your skin made your heart race. “Wrap them around me,” he instructed, and you obeyed, squeezing your soft flesh together.
Sunday thrust forward, sliding his cock between your breasts, the friction sending electric jolts of pleasure through you. You moaned, your eyes rolling back as he picked up a steady rhythm, his cock gliding between your tits with a lewd, squelching sound. “Just like that,” he encouraged, his voice thick with lust. “You’re so fuckin’ good at this.”
You could feel the slickness of his pre-cum coating your skin, mixing with the heat radiating from your body. The sensation of his cock sliding between your tits made your cheeks flush, and you could hardly keep your eyes open as he pounded into you. Each thrust made your body jolt, and you felt the pressure building again, your body aching for release.
“Look at you, all teary-eyed and desperate,” Sunday said with a smirk, his gaze locked on your face. “You love this, don’t you?”
“Y—yes,” you stammered, your breath hitching as you felt your arousal pooling between your legs again. “I love it!”
“Such a good little slut,” he praised, and the words made you clench around nothing, desperate for more. “Keep those pretty eyes on me.”
You complied, your eyes wide and glistening as you watched him use your tits. The way he dominated you, the sight of his cock slipping between your soft flesh, and the sound of skin meeting skin sent you spiraling. You could feel the heat radiating from your body, and every thrust brought you closer to the edge once again.
“Let’s make a mess, shall we?” he said with a wicked grin, and you nodded, your heart racing at the promise in his words.
With a few more powerful thrusts, he pulled back just enough to watch the sight of his cock glistening with your essence. “Now, I want you to lick it off,” he commanded, his voice dripping with authority.
As he slid out, you leaned forward, your tongue darting out to catch every drop of his cum. The salty taste mixed with the sweetness of your own arousal, and you savored it, feeling utterly debased but completely satisfied.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, watching you intently as you cleaned his cock. “Now, let’s finish this.”
He positioned himself behind you once more, his hands gripping your hips as he lined up for another round. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the anticipation making your heart race. “This time, I want to feel you all around me,” he growled.
You squeezed your eyes shut, plump lips parting as another weak moan left you. Sunday’s fingers curled around your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His grip was firm—possessive. “Open your eyes.”
You did. Big, glossy, tear-streaked eyes met sharp yellow eyes. His smirk widened.
With that, he plunged back inside your aching pussy, the sensation causing your breath to hitch once again. The raw intensity of his thrusts had you gasping, your body responding eagerly to the dominance he exerted over you.
“Just like that,” he encouraged, thrusting deep and hard, every stroke hitting your sweet spot. You were lost in the haze of pleasure, your body trembling as you neared the edge once again.
“Look at those pretty eyes tearing up,” he taunted, his voice filled with lust. “You love this, don’t you? Being completely at my mercy?”
“Y—Yes! Please, don’t stop!” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper as your walls tightened around him, urging him deeper.
“Then cum for me,” he commanded, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more desperate. The sound of your bodies colliding filled the air, and you could feel the pleasure building higher and higher until you felt completely overwhelmed.
With a final, deep thrust, he filled you once more, and you let go, your body shaking as you came around him. The world around you faded, leaving only the sensation of your release and the heat of his body against yours.
You collapsed against the floor, utterly spent, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through you as he finally pulled out. There was no aftercare, no gentle words or soothing touches—just the rawness of your encounter hanging in the air.
Sunday looked down at you, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “You’re incredible,” he said, the lust still evident in his gaze. “Let’s do that again sometime.”
𖤐 MYDEI
Mydei’s golden gauntlets are already discarded, rough hands gripping your thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh as he spreads you open before him. His eyes burn, sharp and hungry, tracing over your flushed skin, the way your tits rise and fall with each breath.
“You know what to do,” he murmurs, voice low and commanding, his cock already hard, thick, and leaking against his stomach.
You sink to your knees between his legs, pressing your plush tits together, letting his cock rest heavy between them. His sharp breath makes you smirk, but before you can tease him, he takes control—strong hands pressing your breasts tighter around him as he begins to thrust.
The slick heat of his cock glides between your tits, each slow roll of his hips making the veins along his shaft stand out. Precum smears against your skin, and you flick your tongue out, catching the salty taste when he thrusts high enough. His grip tightens.
“Fuck—” he growls, head tilting back for just a second before his eyes snap down to yours again, molten and unforgiving. “You always look so damn pretty like this.”
You let out a little moan, eyes peering up at him through heavy lashes. He looks like a beast barely restrained, his sharp teeth gritted, his yellow mixed with red hair disheveled. But it’s the way he’s staring at you—like he’s ready to ruin you—that makes your creamy pussy ache, clit pulsing with need.
One of his hands slides down, grips your thigh, his fingers pressing into the softness as he yanks you upward. A gasp leaves you as he pulls you into his lap, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Then—his teeth sink in, sharp and claiming.
“Mydei—”
He soothes the bite with his tongue before moving up, kissing over your hips, your stomach, your tits. Then his mouth finds your nipple, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak until you’re whining, squirming in his grasp. His other hand slides down between your legs, fingers parting your slick folds, pressing against your clit.
“Dripping already,” he murmurs against your skin, teasing. “Needy little thing.”
You don’t get a chance to argue before he’s gripping your hips and guiding you down onto his cock. The stretch steals your breath, the thickness of him pushing deep into your pussy, filling you up inch by inch. Your thighs tremble as he bottoms out, your creamy slick coating his length as he pulls you down hard against him.
“Look at you,” he growls, watching the way your tits bounce as you move. “Taking my cock so fucking well.”
You try to control the pace, rolling your hips in slow circles, but he’s not patient. His hands grip your thighs tighter, holding you still as he thrusts up, filling you to the hilt, making your head tip back with a breathless moan.
“So deep—” you whimper, fingers clawing at his shoulders.
He grins, sharp and wolfish. “Then take it.”
His pace turns brutal, cock driving into your pussy over and over, each thrust hitting deep, sending pleasure pulsing through your core. His hands roam, gripping, kneading, pulling—possessive in every touch. He reaches between you, rubbing messy, desperate circles over your clit, forcing you closer and closer to the edge.
“Mydei—”
He cuts you off with a harsh kiss, swallowing your moans as he fucks you harder, deeper, until you’re trembling, walls clenching tight around him.
“That’s it,” he groans, feeling you flutter around his cock, chasing your release. “Cum for me—soak my cock, you filthy thing.”
And you do—legs shaking, body arching, pleasure crashing through you in thick, dizzying waves. Mydei isn’t far behind, his grip tightening as he buries himself deep, spilling inside you with a rough growl, his breath hot against your skin.
The air is thick with heat, your bodies still tangled together, his cock still buried deep inside your soaked, creamy pussy. His hands, still gripping your thighs, loosen slightly, smoothing over the marks he’s left behind.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, voice softer now, though the hunger never truly fades from his eyes. “You were made to take me.”
And you know, from the way his fingers trail lower again, that he’s not nearly finished with you yet.
Your breath comes in shallow pants, body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Mydei’s hands are warm on your thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he steadies you on his lap. His cock twitches inside your creamy pussy, still thick, still hard, the heat of him a constant reminder that he’s far from done with you.
He lifts the hem of your skirt, fingers sliding over the fabric with a dark chuckle. “So short,” he murmurs, dragging the material up higher until it’s fully bunched around your waist. “You really came to me dressed like this? With your tits spilling out, your little skirt barely covering your ass?” His voice is teasing, but there’s an edge to it—something possessive, something dangerous.
You whimper as he tugs you forward, pressing your chest to his face, his mouth latching onto your nipple again. His tongue flicks, sharp teeth grazing sensitive skin before he sucks hard, leaving another mark. His hands slide down, gripping the backs of your thighs, pressing you flush against him.
“N—No not like that,” Your voice is barely more than a gasp as he shifts beneath you, hips rolling up, his cock stretching you all over again.
He pulls back, breath hot against your skin. “What?” he taunts, voice rough. “Too much?”
You shake your head, doe eyes wide, already lost in the feel of him. His grip tightens, fingers bruising as he drags you down again, forcing you to take him even deeper. The stretch is overwhelming, his cock grinding against your sweet spot, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.
“Good,” he breathes, hands sliding up your waist before gripping the sides of your skirt, using it to yank you down harder. “Because I’m not fucking done with you.”
His movements are rough, unforgiving. Your tits bounce with each thrust, his gaze locked onto them, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. His fingers trail down between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight circles, making you jerk against him.
“Still so fucking wet,” he groans. “You love this, don’t you? Letting me fuck you stupid in this little skirt?”
You can only nod, your head tilting back, moans spilling from your lips as pleasure coils deep in your belly. He keeps up his relentless pace, driving his cock into your soaked pussy, his fingers working your clit until you’re shaking, thighs trembling against his sides.
“Cum for me again,” he demands, voice rough, his free hand gripping your thigh hard enough to leave marks. “Make a fuckin’ mess.”
The pleasure snaps, your walls clenching around his cock as another orgasm crashes over you, white-hot and all-consuming. Your nails dig into his shoulders, body jerking as the pleasure pulses through you.
Mydei groans, thrusting up once, twice more before burying himself deep, spilling inside you with a sharp growl. His grip on your thighs tightens, keeping you in place as he fills you to the brim, heat pooling deep inside you.
For a moment, the only sound in the room is your ragged breathing, the scent of sweat and sex heavy in the air. His hands smooth over your thighs now, more reverent than before, thumbs tracing over the marks he’s left behind.
His lips find your jaw, pressing a lazy, lingering kiss there. “Next time,” he murmurs, voice still thick with hunger, “I’m ripping this skirt off.”
𖤐 MR RECA
You straddled Reca’s lap, your thighs burning from how long you'd been riding him, but the pleasure made it impossible to stop. His hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you bounced on his cock, feeling every inch stretch you open again and again.
“That's it, sweetheart,” Reca groaned, his voice thick with arousal. “Taking me so well—like you were made for this.”
The praise sent heat rushing through your body, making your walls squeeze around him. He hissed, his grip tightening, nails digging into your soft flesh as he forced you down harder. The way he filled you was intoxicating, the deep, slow drag of his cock hitting all the right spots inside you. Every thrust sent pleasure sparking up your spine, leaving you dizzy and desperate for more.
You braced yourself against his chest, fingers digging into the fabric of his uniform. “Daddy—feels so good,” you whimpered, grinding down against him, chasing that coil of heat tightening in your stomach.
Reca let out a low, satisfied chuckle, his golden eyes locked onto your flushed face. “Yeah? You love being stuffed full of Daddy’s cock?” His voice was rough, dripping with possession. One of his hands slid up to cup your breast, his thumb flicking over your hardened nipple, making you whine. “Look at you—so greedy for me.”
You nodded frantically, lost in the pleasure, your hips moving faster. The lewd sounds of your bodies meeting filled the air, slick and messy. Every bounce had his cock rubbing against that sweet, sensitive spot inside you, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you.
“Fuck—gonna cum,” you gasped, your nails dragging down his chest.
Reca groaned, his hands flying to your waist, holding you in place as he thrust up into you, hard and deep. The sudden force sent you over the edge, pleasure exploding through you as your walls clenched down around him. Your cries filled the room, your body trembling as you came undone in his arms.
“Good girl,” Reca growled, his movements growing erratic. He buried himself deep inside you with a final thrust, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside you, filling you with his warmth. He held you there, pressed flush against him, as his cum dripped from where you were still stretched around him.
You shuddered, feeling completely wrecked, your body weak and pliant in his grasp. Reca exhaled, his lips ghosting over your temple before pulling you close, his hands stroking over your sweat—slicked skin.
“You’re staying like this for a while,” he murmured, his voice still thick with lust. “Can’t waste a drop, sweetheart.”
Your cheeks burned, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain. Not when being full of him felt this good.
Your body trembled as you remained seated on Reca’s lap, his cock still buried deep inside you, keeping his cum right where he wanted it. Your breath was uneven, your skin slick with sweat, but the need pooling low in your stomach refused to fade.
You shifted slightly, feeling the stretch of him still inside you, the warmth of his release leaking out around his cock. A soft whimper slipped from your lips, and Reca’s hands, still resting on your waist, tensed. His golden eyes flicked up to yours, amusement curling at the edges of his gaze.
“Already getting needy again?” he murmured, his voice rough but undeniably smug. His fingers traced slow, teasing circles along your hips before gripping them tighter. “Didn’t get fucked hard enough, sweetheart?”
You bit your lip, a shiver running through you at his tone. “I just—” Your voice came out breathy, wrecked. You squirmed against him, chasing any friction you could get, feeling your overstimulated body spark back to life. “Daddy, I still want more…”
Reca exhaled sharply, his grip tightening, and before you could say anything else, he pulled you down, forcing you to take his cock deeper. The sensation made you whine, your body jolting at the sudden pressure inside you.
“You’re insatiable,” he muttered, his lips ghosting over your ear before he nipped at the skin. “So desperate for me to fill you up again?” His hands trailed down to your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he forced you to grind against him.
The slow, torturous roll of your hips had you gasping, your body clenching around him, desperate for more. “Please,” you whimpered, your voice small, needy. “Want you to fuck me again, Daddy. Please.”
Reca groaned, his self-control snapping as he suddenly flipped you onto your back, keeping your legs spread wide around his waist. He loomed over you, red eyes dark with desire, his cock still deep inside you.
“You’re gonna take everything I give you,” he growled, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, the force making you arch off the bed. “Since my needy little thing can’t go a second without being stuffed full.”
A sharp cry left your lips as he set a brutal pace, each thrust hitting so deep it left you gasping for air. The slick sounds of your bodies meeting, the mess between your legs, and the low, possessive groans spilling from Reca’s lips filled the room.
Your nails clawed at his shoulders, tears pricking at your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. “F-Fuck—Daddy—”
“Shh, sweetheart,” he cooed mockingly, his pace never slowing. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Begging me like a desperate little thing—now take it.”
Your body was on fire, every nerve lit up, the coil in your stomach twisting tighter with every thrust. You felt yourself teetering on the edge, your walls squeezing around him desperately.
Reca groaned, his thrusts growing rougher, more erratic. “Gonna cum for me again?” His voice was all dark amusement, knowing you were already falling apart beneath him.
You could only sob in response, nodding frantically as the pleasure became too much to bear. Your orgasm slammed into you, your entire body tensing as your walls clenched around his cock, milking him for everything he had.
“Fuck—” Reca cursed, burying himself deep one last time as he came, his warmth spilling inside you again. His grip on you was bruising, his cock pulsing as he filled you to the brim.
For a moment, all you could do was lay there, panting, your body trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. Your skin was hot, slick with sweat, and your thighs ached from how hard he’d fucked you—but the dull, lingering throb of need refused to fade.
You could still feel him inside you, still thick, still warm, keeping his cum right where he wanted it. The way he filled you, the way his cock twitched ever so slightly, sent another wave of heat pooling low in your belly. Your breath hitched, your fingers twitching against his shoulders as the ache inside you pulsed back to life.
Reca noticed. He always noticed.
Red eyes flicked down to you, sharp, knowing. His lips curled in amusement, his hands still possessively gripping your waist. “You’re not satisfied yet, are you?” His voice was low, smug, but laced with something darker—something hungry.
You squirmed beneath him, feeling the mess between your thighs, feeling how his cock, still buried deep, made you feel so full. You whined softly, a little embarrassed by how much you still wanted him, but you couldn't stop the way your hips rolled against him, your body chasing friction.
Reca groaned, his grip tightening, his patience slipping. “Greedy little thing,” he muttered, leaning in, his breath warm against your lips. “You were just wrecked on my cock, and you’re still squirming like a needy little slut?”
A shiver ran through you at his words, and you whimpered, your nails dragging over his arms. “I c-can’t help it,” you whispered, your voice wrecked, desperate. “I need more, Daddy.”
His eyes darkened, and before you could blink, he had you pinned completely beneath him, his chest pressing against yours, his cock sliding just a little deeper. The stretch, the fullness, made you gasp, your body arching up into him.
“You’re insatiable,” he growled, his hand sliding down to your swollen clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that made your thighs tremble. “So fucking desperate to be used again, aren’t you?”
You moaned, nodding frantically, every nerve alight with overstimulation and raw need. “Please, Daddy,” you begged, your voice breathy, pleading. “I can take it. Want you to use me—want you to fill me again.”
Reca let out a low, dangerous chuckle, his fingers tightening around your throat just enough to make your breath hitch. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, rolling his hips, grinding his cock deeper, making you whine. “I’m not stopping until you break.”
And then he started fucking you again.
Brutal. Relentless. Giving you exactly what you begged for.
𖤐 ANAXA
The air was thick with anticipation as you found yourself straddling Anaxa, your heart racing with excitement. His hands gripped your waist firmly, fingers digging into your soft skin as you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock. The heat radiating from him sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel every inch of him as you sank down, gasping at the fullness.
“You feel amazing,” he breathed, his voice a mix of awe and desire, as you began to move, rolling your hips in a slow rhythm. The way his eyes darkened with pleasure urged you to pick up the pace. You loved seeing that vulnerable side of him, the way he bit his lip, fighting to maintain his composure.
With each thrust, you felt the delicious pressure building within you, your clit brushing against him just right, heightening the pleasure. You leaned forward, pressing your tits against his chest, the sensation sending sparks through your body. Anaxa’s hands roamed over your curves, squeezing your breasts, each tug eliciting soft moans from your lips.
“Ride me harder,” he commanded, the edge of dominance creeping into his tone, igniting a fire deep within you. You complied, your body instinctively responding to his words as you quickened your pace, each movement drawing you closer to ecstasy.
Anaxa’s breath hitched, and his grip tightened as he matched your rhythm, thrusting upward to meet you. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your shared moans, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed around you.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with both need and a hint of submission. You reveled in the sight of him lost in the moment, completely at your mercy. The power shifted between you, and you loved every second of it.
As the tension reached its peak, you could feel your orgasm approaching, an overwhelming wave of pleasure crashing over you. “I’m close,” you gasped, your movements becoming frantic as you chased your release. Anaxa’s response was immediate, urging you on with breathy encouragement, his desire fueling your own.
With one final thrust, the world around you blurred, and you fell over the edge, pleasure washing through you like a tidal wave. Anaxa followed closely behind, his own moan reverberating in your ears as he filled you, the heat of him spilling over into you.
You collapsed against him, panting heavily, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through you. The heat of Anaxa’s body enveloped you, but you weren’t done yet. You pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze, your eyes filled with mischief.
“Did you really think I was done?” you teased, your voice sultry and playful. You began to lift yourself again, your walls clenching around him as you prepared to ride him harder.
Anaxa chuckled, a mixture of surprise and arousal flashing across his face. “You’re insatiable,” he replied, his hands moving to your hips, guiding you.
“Maybe I just like seeing you like this,” you shot back, smirking as you slammed back down onto him, relishing the deep growl that escaped his lips. The way he filled you sent your senses reeling, igniting an even greater hunger within you.
“God, you feel incredible,” he gasped, his eyes darkening with desire. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Good,” you replied breathlessly, “I want you to lose control.” You began to move faster, riding him with abandon, your body responding to every thrust, every shift of his hips. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, and you could feel your clit throbbing as you chased another high.
Anaxa’s hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging in as he pushed you down harder, thrusting up into you with fervor. “You’re such a good little rider,” he groaned, his voice strained. “Take it all. Show me how much you want it.”
“I want it all, Anaxa,” you breathed, throwing your head back, lost in the rhythm. “I want you to feel me. I want you to remember this.”
With every movement, you could feel the tension building again, your body coiling tighter as you pushed closer to the edge. You leaned forward, your lips brushing against his ear. “I want to feel you cum inside me. Don’t hold back,” you whispered, your words igniting a primal fire in him.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled, his grip tightening as he thrust up hard, desperation in his movements. You rode him with everything you had, the sound of your moans mixing with his, the room filled with the rawness of your desire.
“I can feel you getting close,” you teased, your breath quickening. “Don’t you dare hold back. I want to feel every drop.”
“Then let’s finish together,” he urged, his voice low and commanding. You nodded, your body moving faster, urgency taking over as you both raced toward that precipice.
“Come for me, Anaxa,” you urged, your voice breathy. “I want to feel you.”
With one final thrust, he shattered, his body tensing as he spilled into you, the warmth washing over you as you cried out, your own orgasm crashing over you in waves. You both rode out the high together, lost in the bliss of the moment, every sound and sensation intensified.
𖤐 PHAINON
The dim light of the room wrapped around you like a silken sheet, casting soft shadows that danced on the walls. You could feel the electric tension in the air, a palpable heat that made your skin tingle. Phainon sat back against the edge of the bed, his intense gaze locked onto you, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. The sight of him, with his strong build and confident demeanor, sent a rush of desire through you, igniting a fire deep within.
With a sultry smile, you slowly approached him, your heels clicking softly against the floor. Each step accentuated your curves, drawing his eyes to your legs, which were showcased perfectly by the strappy heels. As you positioned yourself above him, the hard length of his cock pressed against your thighs, sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through you.
“Please,” you breathed, your voice trembling with need. You could feel the ache pooling in your core, a desperate yearning for more. Phainon’s hands found your waist, his fingers digging in just enough to remind you of his strength, a promise of the pleasure to come.
“Look at you, all needy,” he teased, his voice low and dripping with desire. The way he said it sent shivers down your spine, making you crave him even more.
Ignoring his taunt, you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, a gasp escaping your lips as he filled you completely. The sensation was overwhelming; your clit brushed against his base, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. You felt so full, so alive, the connection between you two electrifying.
You began to ride him, starting slow to savor every moment as you adjusted to his size. Your hips moved with a deliberate rhythm, relishing the way he filled you, the sensation of his cock stretching you perfectly. Each movement ignited your senses, pushing you closer to the edge.
The sound of your bodies meeting filled the air, the soft thud of skin against skin mingling with your breathy moans. You could feel your tits bouncing with each thrust, the sight making Phainon’s eyes darken with lust. The sight of him watching you, completely entranced, only fueled your desire, making you more needy.
“P—Phainon,” you moaned, your voice breathless as you ground down harder, feeling the weight of your heels adding to the intoxicating mix of sensations. The pressure was building in your core, your body demanding more of him, more of this exquisite pleasure. You craved him, the way he filled you, the way his hands guided you deeper into ecstasy.
“Such a good girl for me,” he growled, his grip on your waist tightening, guiding your movements as he pushed you to ride him even harder. You could feel the heat pooling at the base of your spine, ready to explode as you lost yourself in the rhythm of your bodies. Your clit throbbing, while your pussy clenched around his cock. With every thrust, the tension inside you wound tighter, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.
“Just like that,” he urged, his voice low and commanding. “Don’t hold back. Let go for me.”
You felt your heart racing, every nerve ending alive as you surrendered to the wave of pleasure crashing over you. The heat built to a fever pitch, your body screaming for release. You clung to him, the heels digging into his thighs as you rode him with wild abandon, desperate to reach that sweet release. You bit down your plump bottom lip, tears began to swell in your eyes while you looked at his eyes.
The sound of your moans filled the room, mixing with the slick sounds of your bodies moving together. You were lost in the moment, consumed by the ecstasy of being filled by him, of feeling every inch of him deep inside. You could feel the familiar tightening in your core, the way your body responded to his every thrust.
As you reached the edge, your moans grew louder, spilling out as you felt the rush of pleasure wash over you. “Phainon! I’m—” Your words were cut off by a cry of bliss as the wave crashed over you, sending you spiraling into euphoria. You cum milking his cock, as he moaned and whimpered, filling you up to bliss.
“Fuck, baby, we’re not done yet,” Phainon smirked, his hands gripping your ass as he gave it a rough squeeze. You whimpered, body trembling from the way his cock still throbbed inside your soaked pussy, thick cum dripping down your inner thighs.
Your legs burned from how long you’d been riding him, heels still strapped to your feet, the sheer stockings clinging to your sweat-slicked skin. Every movement had your sensitive clit brushing against his pelvis, sending sharp sparks of pleasure up your spine.
Phainon chuckled, watching the way your tits bounced with each shuddering breath. “Look at you, baby. So fucked-out, but I know you can take more,” he murmured, fingers dragging up your waist before he cupped your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
“You’re gonna ride me until I’m satisfied,”he growled, hips thrusting up sharply, making you cry out as his cock pressed deep inside your overstimulated pussy. “So be a good girl and keep going.”
𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 Reca being a total yapper about films, when it comes to the pipeline of making films, what they used to do back when technology wasn’t as advanced as it is now, or just pointing out deep scenes in movies.
Just overall a yapper husband that only you could handle. But the annoying part is his stupid tapes, always running through them and leaving a mess (in the room specifically he made for them). You always lecture him about cleaning up after he gets the urge to look through them all.
Right now, you want a smack on the head. It’s such a pain, you feel a vein pop out, getting stuck in them especially when he decides to rave over how the tapes out you stuck and restrain (the only reason you aren’t ripping them to shreds is because he loves them so much).
“Reca will stop gawking and help!” You feel a vein popping soon while he stares lovely down at you, an amazed expression like one you would make at an art museum. “You’re so pretty like this! Like a movie masterpiece!” He was obsessed over this sight of you, he must, no he needs to capture this sight of you!
Looking at the picture of you like that always makes his nosebleed, it's just too cute! No matter how many times you tell him to throw it away he won’t, worse, he’ll keep it in his wallet for “safe” keeping.
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⟢ wc: ~900 words
⟢ warnings: implied power imbalance, blowjobs, clothed sex, smut
⟢ notes: i feel like the only reca fan left in the world, but him making a reappearance in the fate collab reawakened the slumbering Thirst. skott is better than me, if reca was my servant, i'd be replenishing his mana every hour!
⟢ minors do not interact
— you are DIRECTOR RECA'S favorite muse.
everyone is well aware of the fact.
the lighting crew has long since stopped pretending they don’t see the way his hand lingers on your lower back during blocking. the wardrobe department fits you in necklines lower than written, slits higher than approved—because “the director likes the silhouette.”
and the rumors—oh, the rumors.
they say he writes with you on his lap. that the marks on your collarbone are not from the harness rig. that the intimacy coordinator has learned to turn a blind eye to the fact that you have better chemistry with the director than your male lead co-star.
behind the monitor, reca watches you like a wolf watches its prize kill: possessive and proud. but he never quite pounces like you always think he will one of these days.
after all, the real film is the one no one else gets to see.
“again.”
his voice feels like velvet threading through your ribs—low, deliberate, coaxing you into sin as though it’s a lullaby.
you’re already on your knees by the time the camera starts recording, lips parted, drool smeared along your chin. reca hasn’t even said action, but you don’t need a cue anymore. not when your mouth waters just from hearing the word 'again'.
he brushes a hand along your cheek, thumb tapping at your bottom lip. “look at you,” he murmurs, eyes gleaming crimson in the dim studio light. “aren’t you eager.”
“i missed you, director…” you mumble, voice catching as he slides the tip along your bottom lip. “i-i was good today, wasn’t i?”
his cock rests heavy on your tongue. you can’t stop the sound you make when you taste the salt of his precum, desperate and sweet. the whimper of a girl who knows she’s about to be ruined and still leans forward for more.
“you were luminous, darling,” he says softly, stroking your hair like he’s proud of you. “but that’s never quite enough, is it? not when you shine even brighter like this.”
you moan needily, choking when he presses his length deep enough for your jaw to ache. he guides your pace with steady hands, thrusting shallowly, never harsh but never gentle either. not when he can feel you squirming from just this, thighs pressed tight together beneath your open robe.
“eyes on me.” his voice drops. “if you’re going to fall apart, you’ll do it looking at me.”
like the obedient girl he adores so dearly, you do. your mascara’s already a mess. you’re gagging around him, tears slipping free one by one, and yet you can’t stop moaning. you want it—you need it. you want the taste of him in your throat and the sound of his approval in your ears.
“mhm—mmngh... director—”
reca pulls you off slowly, cock glistening, spit trailing from your lips to the tip. “you’re making quite the mess, ” he murmurs, thumb dragging down your wet chin. “get on the couch.”
you stumble to defer to his command, far too clumsy with how wet you are, between your thighs. you climb onto the velvet cushions, robe falling open completely as you brace yourself. back arched, ass high, folds glistening with slick.
you hear the camera click to a new angle.
“director, please,” you whimper. “i can’t wait anymore—”
“no one asked you to.” his tone is calm and cutting in all the ways that just make you want him more. “but then again, you always take what you’re given. don't you, little star?”
the stretch when he enters you is blinding. reca doesn't give you any word in forewarning, making you sob—a broken little sound that sounds like a symphony to his ears. the director hums in approval as he cants his hips forward, slow and deep and devastating.
“gorgeous,” he breathes. “you wrap around me like you were written for this. perhaps you were.”
you cry out again, burying your face in the cushions as he picks up pace, every stroke so precise your thighs are already shaking with each drag. you’re so wet you can hear it. slick, filthy, and obscene. the worst part is you love it.
“do you know how many men would kill to see you like this?” reca murmurs, hand tightening on the meat of your ass. “but only i get the privilege of hearing you mewl into the velvet like a ruined little thing.”
“‘m not—! n–not ruined—”
he laughs softly behind you. “not yet, no. but we’re getting there.”
reca fucks you through your first orgasm. and your second.
by the third, you’re a babbling, incoherent mess on the sofa. still so good and pliant for him. still his favorite muse. “director— director, please... i c–can’t—! feel so full of you already, i’m—!”
“you’ll take it,” he says, still infuriatingly composed. “you’ll milk every drop like the good girl you’ve always claimed to be. won't you, little star?”
and what else can you do but sob even more, your poor, abused cunt clenching around him like a vice. the smile that splits across the director's face is nothing short of wicked when he feels you shatter around him once more.
and then he finally breaks with a low, guttural groan. his hips lock with yours as he drives his cock deep and spills inside you, the heat of him spreading thick and hot through your cunt. you don’t stop shaking, your walls pulsing as he gives you his load like some god extending mercy to a mere mortal.
in your peripheral, the camera blinks red.
you feel him lean down, hot breath ghosting over your ear.
“now,” the director murmurs filthily, deft fingers stroking your overstimulated thighs, “that’s a performance worth an award.”
⟢ end notes: i rarely do drabbles bc i almost always just type them on my phone (which is the worst experience despite the convenience) and the second time i pull it off is FOR FUCKING RECA LMFAOO it's been ages, when will this man be playable hoyoverse?!?!?! anyway i am an advocate of memokeeper sex. i'll fuck that man until the color of his eyes is the only thing i'll ever see </3
fem reader. consensual filming. hints of reader being an upcoming actress. hints that this isn't the first time. teasing. petnames used; my dear. ₊ 𓂃 masterlist.
An opportunity to hone fledging actors and actresses is what it had been advertised as when he'd offered it to you, it's what you had expected. And considering MR RECA was an unbearably handsome.. popular director, you knew you would be silly to deny any chance to get close to the infamous man in some much needed time alone.
Afterall, if you wanted to pursue your dream and be considered the upcoming 'Face of Penacony' it would look good on your resume to have gotten guidance from such a well known public figure. There were truly no downsides to accepting his help, afterall, he always had his actresses best interests in mind.
And he'd taken a particular liking to you. He always told you that you had a certain star quality.
"Heh-heh. You know i'm normally one who much prefers being behind the camera these days." Yes, it was much expected for the director to not be quite as involved on the screen of his own project. It wasn't exactly Reca's style as he purrs his words, quite amused. Yet you’d basically jumped at the opportunity to be the star in his 'upcoming film' when he’d offered it to you, especially with him as your co-star.
"Though I have no intentions of stealing your leading role. Yes, this is a part that only you can play, afterall." You gasp as you claw at the skin of the man over you's torso while he pins you beneath him. One of his hands grabs at your waist while the other tries to angle the phone at your face.
It wasn't Reca's preferred way to capture his footage, but sometimes there were special cases that required some more on set involvement. He'd recognised that star quality in you almost instantly and who were you to deny the opportunity from the highly praised director? This could be your big break.
He bites back a grunt as he continues to thrust into your sloppy cunt and although his pace isn't fast, it still makes your tits bounce with every smack of his hips into yours. You're surprised he can still manage to keep the camera so steady, then again, he was renowned for this.
Reca chuckles, "Mmm, yes. Make that face for me again, my dear. Quite a magnificent display." And the praise urges you to let out a hiccuped moan of his name, trying to shield your lust-fuelled expression from the phone light in a sudden show of embarrassment. But that only seems to earn you a tsk from the director above you before hes grabbing your wrist and pinning it to the pillow beside your face.
He gives you a sharp, warning glance as the vermillion of his eyes seem to glow down at you. Though the look is followed by another deliberately deep push of his cock that makes your toes curl, your back arching against the sheets as you feel a familiar warmth begin to spread across your stomach.
Your eyes flutter closed when the flash finds you once more,
"Oh my, such raw undiscovered talent. But it seems the plot is near approaching its climax already." Reca can feel the way you're squeezing around him and it's more than obvious that you're already close. But as much as he'd like to get to the finale of this shoot, he doesn't feel like he has anywhere near enough footage of you yet.
He pulls back from over you to let the phone take his place, letting it move between your bodies to capture more of the mess of fluids decorating your thighs. He makes sure not to miss a single frame of his prized actress in such a lewd state, continuing to fuck into you with a much slower pace as he spreads the mess with each stroke.
He's sure to prolong your blissed out pleasure for as long as he needs, though acting always came with its own handful of obstacles. “You’re managing your chance at stardom quite well already..” He needs to make sure you're able to adapt to that demand, he makes sure to get a good shot of his cock sliding into your slick cunt.
"Though I wouldnt mind giving it a little nudge if you need further inspiration." Reca chuckles with his next toe-curling thrust, squeezing his cock up against the sweet spots in your walls that make your voice break with your next moan. He finds himself biting on his lower lip as your gaze blinks up at him, adjusting to the dim lighting as your lips part to cry out.
"Yes, such an emotional expression." His free hand travels to squeeze at the space behind your knee before hes spreading you even wider, putting more of you on display for the camera, while he allows his cock to hit even deeper.
The new angle offers you a much quicker pace, though Reca's hold on the phone still doesn't waver- even when your walls begin to squeeze and tremble. Your pussy is quivering so tight around him its almost hard to move at all,
"I see great potential in you, my dear." His words are a mere hum, though he seems to be quite satisfied with your performance so far- hes always been known for pushing the people under his command. So he continues, "But it would be quite a shame for this film to end now."
Reca's next thrust is accompanied by the press of his thumb gliding over your puffy clit, and it makes your thighs lock around his hips as your walls clamp down. Your orgasm is so close it almost hurts, making something deep in your abdomen ache and twitch every time he rocks his cock into you, but you can tell he has no intention of slowing down his guidance.
"I'm gonna cum, I cant hold it!" Your eyes roll back, lashes fluttering prettily and you feel the light of the flash encompass your features once more with your next breath.
"But there's still so much more of you for the world to see. I desire enough footage to make a whole new film." Reca hums as he pins your hips to the bed, making it harder for you to meet each of his thrusts with needy little humps of your own. He slows his thrusts down again to no more than a mere grind and his features take in your twisted expression on the screen of his phone— you truly were made for the camera.
This may be his favourite one in his folder of you thus far and he can tell you’re improving each time. He cant help but smirk when he notices the way your lashes seem to be dampening with every deep thrust he holds out on you.
"I- I cant!" Your hips try to twist beneath Reca but its no use,
"Now, now. Don't get stage fright now. I am here to guide you afterall." He chuckles, despite being the director of this movie, he cant help but find himself affected either. The throb in his cock is becoming quite hard to ignore but.. this is show-business afterall.
Though the microphone is sure to pick up the way the suffocating tightness of your cunt is making him hiss through his teeth. He's far too focused on the twitch of your thighs when his fingers press between your folds to roll your clit once more to even think about it, "And I assure you, my dear. I'll make you a star." His next thrust is sloppier, louder as his half-lidded gaze looks over you spread beneath him.
Though you can barely take in Reca's own messier expression before it's hidden behind the flash of the camera again, making you burn even hotter beneath your spotlight as he urges you to take even more. But he lets out a drawn out groan when your pussy squeezes around him with the next roll of his hips, like you’re trying to milk his own orgasm from him and for the first time since you both started.. his hold on his phone wavers.
Sampo, Gepard, Phainon and Mr Reca react that reader has a chaotic little sister like Klee from genshin impact
Chaos is a Ladder
Tags: Sampo x Reader, Gepard x Reader, Phainon x Reader, Mr. Reca x Reader, Klee based Little Sister, Chaos, Sibling Dynamics, Mischief, Humor, Fluff, Lighthearted, Action/Adventure, Sibling Care.
Sampo leans against a wall, his trademark grin widening as he watches your little sister’s antics. She’s busy blowing things up with her homemade firecrackers, and the resulting chaos is causing a small stampede of frightened people. You look at him helplessly, knowing exactly what’s going through his mind.
“Well, well,” Sampo muses, his tone smooth as ever. “It seems your little sister is quite the bundle of excitement. Reminds me of the old days when my schemes didn’t just get me into trouble… but make me a fortune.”
You groan, dashing forward to stop her before things escalate further. But Sampo, ever the opportunist, flashes a wink. “Don’t worry. You’re not alone. I’ll make sure nobody gets too hurt.”
The moment you turn away to manage the mess she’s caused, Sampo’s already starting to haggle with some of the bystanders who were unlucky enough to witness the explosion, offering "discounts" on goods to ease their 'frustration'.
“Ah, the power of chaos,” he says. “Quite profitable if you know how to work it."
Gepard stands at attention as he watches your little sister, a tiny ball of chaos wreaking havoc in the middle of a perfectly serene courtyard. His eyes narrow, but it’s not with anger. No, it’s a sense of duty.
“Is this how she spends her free time?” he asks, his voice calm but betraying a slight hint of disbelief.
“She’s just—well, she’s energetic," you try to explain, chasing after her as she ducks and dodges your attempts to get her under control. A little fountain of water has erupted from one of her contraptions, and it's now quickly flooding a nearby garden.
Gepard crosses his arms, his gaze remaining composed even as your sister’s antics go from bad to worse. “I understand the need for adventure, but I cannot allow disorder like this. She is… certainly a handful.”
When your little sister playfully tosses a flower at his face, he pauses, blinking at the gesture. His gaze softens slightly. “You know,” he mutters, “perhaps a little chaos can be a good thing. Keeps us vigilant, reminds us to expect the unexpected.”
Despite his stern demeanor, there’s a warmth in his eyes as he observes her mischievous grin. After all, what’s life without a little unpredictability?
Phainon, ever the composed warrior, watches your younger sister with a mix of bewilderment and fascination. She’s jumping around, firing off small bursts of energy from a toy gun and accidentally knocking over a stack of supplies.
His hand moves to the hilt of his weapon instinctively as a loud explosion echoes from her direction, but it’s just a small pop from a confetti bomb she set off.
“Is she always like this?” Phainon asks, trying to keep a straight face, though it’s evident he’s struggling not to laugh.
“I’m afraid so,” you reply sheepishly, stepping forward to try and corral her before things get too chaotic.
Phainon watches your attempt, a small smile tugging at his lips. “She has… much energy.” He pauses. “It is both admirable and terrifying.”
When your sister starts running circles around him, Phainon takes a deep breath, preparing for whatever might come next. But then, to your surprise, he kneels down to her level. “You know,” he says with a soft chuckle, “I think I would enjoy a race. But only if you promise not to set anything on fire.”
Your little sister giggles in response, and suddenly the warrior finds himself caught up in a race he didn’t expect to be a part of. Phainon’s composure remains, but there’s a twinkle of enjoyment in his eyes as your sister leads him around, full of chaotic energy.
Mr. Reca sits back in his chair, watching your little sister with a critical eye. She’s throwing something—he’s not even sure what—into the air, and the resulting explosion leaves a trail of smoke and a few startled citizens behind.
“Another act of meaningless chaos…” he mutters, tapping his fingers on the armrest. “I could’ve filmed that, but it lacks substance. No depth.”
You rush to calm her down, your face a mix of embarrassment and exasperation. “She’s just… being herself.”
Reca glances over, his normally cynical expression softening as he watches the mischief unfold. “I suppose she does have a certain… authenticity to her,” he concedes. “But let’s see if she can manage something with more depth than mere explosions.”
Before you can respond, your sister sets off another round of firecrackers, and this time, Reca rises, walking toward her with a thoughtful look in his eyes. “If you’re going to make a mess, at least make it one that has a story. I don’t want to see just destruction. Show me the meaning behind it.”
As your sister throws another wild concoction into the air, he tilts his head, almost impressed. “Perhaps you do have a spark of potential.”
You can only sigh, knowing that this time, your little sister's chaotic nature might just inspire something worthwhile for Reca—though whether it’s the film he’s hoping for or just another headache remains to be seen.
