INTRODUCTION. You were desperate for a job— desperate enough to call the uncle you haven’t spoken to in years. Somehow, he lands you a position on his farm. Easy work, right?
Wrong.
The moment you arrive, you realize the entire workforce consists of hybrids… all of whom stare at you like you’re their newest curiosity. And as the only human on the farm, you’re starting to wonder what exactly your uncle hired you for.
Just as you’re settling in, he calls out one last instruction:
“Be gentle when servicing my hybrids!”
You freeze as you watch him disappears. And now every hybrid on the farm looks way too excited.
Congratulations. You have no idea what this job is— but the hybrids definitely do.
( ! ) Multiple Male Characters x Reader , porn with little/no plot , short series (?) , crossover , NSFW , smut , potentially ooc characters , HYBRID/FARM AU , heat cycles
( ❤︎ ) Inspired by Mr. A's Farm
( ✎ ) ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes I might make in the future fics. And also, please do not be afraid to comment if I misplace or misuse a tag/warning!
( # ) To see more about this series, look at #■■.Farm au !
INTRODUCING our beloved farm hybrids! They’re strong, hardworking, loyal, and—according to your uncle—very eager to meet you. So please, take good care of them, dear. They’ve worked so hard, and they deserve only the best (you). ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
COW HYBRIDS
I. PHAINON — Sub! Phainon , milking/lactating , breeding , Male! Reader ...etc.
II. DILUC — Sub! Diluc , overstimulation , milking/lactating , breeding , Fem! Reader ...etc.
III. MYDEIMOS — Sub! Mydei , overstimulation , rough , manhandling , heat cycles , bondage , use of milking machine , breeding , Male! Reader ...etc.
IV. NANAMI KENTO — Sub! Nanami , heat cycle , milking/lactating , use of milking machine , gn! Reader ...etc.
BULL HYBRIDS
I. TOJI FUSHIGURO — Dom Toji , breeding , knotting , rough sex , Male! Reader ...etc.
II. SUKUNA RYOMEN— Dom Sukuna , rough sex, sadistic sukuna , Fem! Reader , breeding ...etc.
III. BLADE — Switch Blade , bondage, rough sex , Gn! Reader ...etc.
I. WELT YANG — Service Sub! Welt , blowjob , age difference , cum eating , fingering , Male Reader ...etc.
II. CHOSO — Sub! Choso , roleplay , fingering , rough sex , gn! Reader ...etc.
III. HIROMI HIRUGUMA — Sub! Hiromi , sleepy sex , praising , riding , overstimulation , Fem! Reader ...etc.
CHICKEN HYBRIDS
I. DAN HENG — Sub! Dan heng , breeding , egg fertilization , overstimulation , begging , praising , Male! Reader ...etc.
II. ZHONGLI — Sub! Zhongli , overstimulation , fingering , begging , praising , pegging , Fem! Reader ...etc.
III. SUNDAY — Sub! Sunday , lingerie , dacryphilia , overstimulation , rough sex , Gn! Reader ...etc.
SPECIALS !
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( ✎ ) PLEASE NOTE that some of these tags might change and I might add more characters/hybrids if I feel like it! AND EXPECT slow updates and frequent editing in the fics! I’ll be posting each fic in no specific order.
Warnings: reader has a cock (otherwise no gender specified), (kinda) mean reader, top reader fucking bottom character, milking, breeding, orgasm denial, nipple play, sex toys, dacryphilia
One of your cows isn’t producing the minimum amount of milk required of him anymore… there seems to be some kind of problem?
Word count: ~2k
Running a farm sure is difficult. You had to wake up early everyday and get lots of physical work done. Not only that, you also had to care for all of your hybrid animals, each with their own individual needs and problems. You did hire employees to help lessen your workload, but there were still things only the owner can solve. Like today, having to deal with the mystery of one of your best cows producing results atypical of him.
“Ahhn— ahnnghh~ ♡ mmHghff, n-not so roughhhh..!! T-too much too g-guuud ♥︎♡” He mewled, nails digging into his own thighs as he whimpered around the stretch. His knees were raised up to his chest and your cock already bottomed out inside him, causing him to kick his legs futilely. It’s been so long since he last had someone else play around with him in the hay like this. Just the tip alone was enough to make his eyes roll back, his mind all fuzzy with pleasure.
Now with the entire thing inside, his couldn’t hold back his voice anymore, “ahh.. ah—ahNgh, ha,,uuhNnh~ b-big, so biiig ♡ so deep~ h-hurts~!!♡♥︎♡” At this rate, he could swear you were fucking his stomach, reaching places he only gets to experience with you. No matter what he moaned out, he couldn’t fool no one with that big, stupid grin plastered across his face. “You are kind of pissing me off.” For some reason, you felt like you were being played by him. “Spread yourself wider.”
He did as you said, using his hands to hold his legs apart, faint red lines appearing from where he gripped too hard. The hay below was digging into his back and getting into his hair, yet he didn’t care one bit. He couldn’t think of anything but you right now, not when his lovely, favourite farm owner was personally showering him with so much love! You don’t even know how long he’s been waiting to get manhandled by you again.
And fuck, he wasn’t just imagining it, he could totally see the belly bulge apparing and disappearing from his lower abdomen with each thrust. “mhhHffgg~ r-right there, ahhNn～ I-I’ll do anything, so pleassee!! Ha-harder, more, gimme all of it~♥︎” Someday, he was going to make you snap. “Don’t get cocky. I wouldn’t be here fucking your desperate self if you weren’t acting like some bitch in heat.” You snapped at him. That’s right, you were supposed to investigate his milking problem, but the upper half and not his lower, stupid half.
It’s not like you didn’t try solving it in a civil manner first. At first all you did was asking if anything happened or if he felt sick, while he was using the milking machine as per procedure. He replied no to each and every one of the questions, yet only produced a quarter of what he usually did, so it’s understandable that you got concerned.
“Maybe… it’s because of the machine?” That cow hybrid suggested upon your inquiry, gently pulling the pumps off of himself and holding his squishy tits with both hands. It was obvious that these got bigger over the course of the last few days. “Are you saying we should try hand milking?” You wondered, and he nodded quickly. You even felt like his eyes lit up for a split second. So you decided to give it a shot, since you did start off in the traditional way first and just recently adapted the more modern method.
You then quickly proceeded with the experiment and began tracing your fingers around his areola. After a few circles, you pinched his nubs softly with two fingers, trying out the flow. Nothing much happened apart from the low, breathy gasps coming from the male, which was why you began pulling and twisting a little. But once you started doing that, he just immediately moaned out, “aAaHnngg~♥︎♡♥︎ mMhnnh— uHhn,, huUhmff ♡”
After having his nipples sucked by the machine for so long, they were already super sensitive. Then to have his favourite caretaker the one he really really liked ♡ hand milking him again? Who could blame him for getting hard! By then he was already leaking precum onto the hay below. Your fingers were just so skilful, so much more intimate and warm than any device could ever hope to replicate. He just adored having your hands on him. “G-gentle… nghhHgg, l-love it~~ mhmm~! ♥︎”
He glanced down at the spot between his legs, a small puddle of precum already forming there. “I-I can’t help it…! It feels too good when you touch them.” Seeing that the wrong part of him was getting milked dry, you felt this realisation clicking inside, “did you suggest the hand milking just to get off? Don’t you know I have other things that needs to be done too?” The boy stayed quiet for a bit, before smiling sheepishly, noticing your hands were still on his nipples, “nnhhGahhh-ahnn!!♡♡ ha-haaa,, maybe…?”
Needless to say you were at your wits end with him, which is what got you into your current situation. With you holding his waist while slamming your hips against his, lewd squelching sounds echoing through the barn. “You know, this is how you get real cows to produce milk. By breeding them.” You whispered, his walls squeezing your length all snuggly. “Will it work for you too? Though I’m starting to think you were faking it all for attention.”
The way you stared down at him gave him chills. Oh how he loved it when you frowned at the sight of him, your eyes focused on him only. His words were slurred as he babbled with his tongue lolled out, “n-noo, no..!! M’wasnt, i r-really couldnt~ nGhhn ♥︎” look at that, he was thoroughly enjoying himself, wasn’t he?
“So, you are telling me you didn’t see this coming?” He didn’t answer, but his body revealed everything you needed to know. “Cheeky bastard.” You sighed and pulled out until only the tip remained inside, before slamming it all back in, making him curl his toes. “GuuUhhGnn~♡♥︎♡ ah-HnnGh—!!“ His moans turned into a whine when you abruptly grabbed him by the chin, “Since you’ve got so much time on your hands, fix that milking problem.”
“Yuu are sho… mhmm..!!! sho mean…!” He gasped out while you were still squeezing his cheeks. His hands finally released his now bruised thighs and landed on his nipples, his legs wrapping around your waist. The spot where he gripped them before has been decorated with a bunch of red nail-indents. “Ha-haaahh~ like this?” You did let go of him the moment he fulfilled your command.
Unsurprisingly, he kept smirking while he rolled his nips between his digits, licking his lips as his own sweet milk flowed down his wrists. The entire barn smelled of sex and warm, fresh milk. “hey… isn’t this suuuuch a-ahh~ waste?” He brought one of his soiled hand up to his mouth and sucked his own fingers clean, sticking his tongue out afterwards, “you want to make money with this, no? Heh… nghh ♡ So we shouldn’t waste it…!”
He was actually hoping for you to touch him yourself again, but to his dismay, you instead handed him the pumps of the milking machine, forcing him to reapply them to his own chest. “You think I’m that stupid? I won’t fall for the same trick twice.” You raised his hips up a little, getting a better angle before pounding into him even deeper, with surprisingly quicker thrusts. “AhNghhn ♥︎♡ d-don’t stop, ahhh so guuud, too good mghhnnff, m’love you, love this, right t-there ♡♡♡!”
You were hitting his sweet spots with the accuracy of someone who knows how to play his body like an instrument. The way you abused all his favourite places, rolling your hips with each rut into his sloppy hole…? It was simply heavenly ♥︎ his moans bounced off the thin wooden walls of the stable, echoing back at him, though he didn’t care at all. He was getting the privilege of being fucked by you, why would he be ashamed of that~?
Even the low humming of the milking machine was like music to his ears, the soft pressure of the suction pumps constantly stimulating his chest. His body was like on fire. Wherever you touched, heat would blossom beneath his skin. His vision was swimming, brain melting from the absolutely overwhelming ecstasy. It was to be expected that he’d sooner or later reach his limit.
“I’m close… ah~ I’m c-close, hnNhh, gunna cum, m’cummin’~♥︎♡!!— ah, n-nooo!” Right before he could shoot it all out, you wrapped your hand around his neglected cock and pressed your thumb into his slit firmly, denying him his much anticipated climax, “don’t you dare cum before I do. I’m not done breeding you yet.” “Wa— n-no…! L-lemme cum, I wanna— ah, ahNhhhgg, uHHhn!!!”
With that being said, poor thing was forced to endure the ruined orgasm and deal with the consequences of his actions. Shudders coursed through his spine as he cried out with each thrust, pleading so, so so so sweetly for his release. But you stayed firm the whole time, saying you were only going to let go of his now weeping cock once you’ve emptied your load inside him.
This time, you were going to fill him up until he learns how to behave. It didn’t stop him from trying his shot by begging even more submissively though. “P-please… cum already… b-breed me, fill me♥︎ hnNgh, like you said…!! I-I can’t anymore, m’wanna cum, ahh please~♡♡♥︎”
Gradually, you approached your own limit. He’s been getting really good at squeezing around you, shaking his own hips in a poor attempt to speed things up. You took a glance at the machine, then back at him. It seems your little ‘breeding therapy’ bared fruits, there was so much more milk coming out of his tits now. It was filling the tanks up all nicely. The same couldnt be said about his face though. With tears, sweat and snot running down his chin, his eyes glazed over and pleasure-ridden— even his pupils turned into little hearts♥︎!
One of his hands was just shy of grabbing your wrist, the other one clutching at anything within reach. His body was shaking heavily, his breath hitching audibly when you suddenly quickened your pace and mumbled, “fuck… I’m close.” Shortly after you also finally let go of his swollen dick. The shade was an angry red as it leaked precum everywhere, twitching with a mind of it’s own as he whimpered, “y-yes, yes…!, finally, ah- ahnGhh I-i’ve been wa- ah— waiting, gonna cummm ♥︎♡♥︎ f-fuck me harder, Nghh~ deeper, fill me up with your babies ♡♥︎♡”
Soon enough, both of you tipped over the edge. With you filling him to the brim, making his belly distend even more, and him making a mess everywhere. His head thrown back, eyes rolling until only the whites remained, thick ropes of cum coming out of his still jerking cock, splattering everywhere. “MhHmghhn~~ ♡♥︎” he bit down on his inner cheek, tasting the metallic tang of blood on his tongue as he heaved heavily. Chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
You also took a moment to catch your breath, before pulling out of him with a quiet pop. The moment you left him empty and wanting, your cum began spilling from his entrance and dripped down his ass in an undeniably erotic display. His hole fluttered and clenched around nothing, small whines of residual bliss slipping past his lips from time to time. You couldnt help but chuckle at the debauched display, mocking him, “so that’s why you couldn’t produce any milk… it’s because you are such a slut that you need a dick to perform.”
After fixing yourself up until you were presentable again, you stuffed a plug vibrator inside him, to keep your seed trapped inside him. Then you turned it on to the max level alongside the pumping machine, since his breasts were carrying the milk from multiple weeks. This earned you a meek sob from the cow hybrid, but he was way too tired to even argue! All he could do was lay still while letting himself be milked like a good, obedient cow ♡
He still had so much more left until dry anyway, so it wouldn’t be a problem to set the timer to a few hours, no?
Everyone’s obsessed with big cocks.
"Guys getting ruined over massive dicks" this, "size kink supremacy” that. Like size is some kind of fucking contest. Like only a giant cock can break a sub.
Fuck that noise.
He’s never had anything in there before — no cock, no fingers, no toys — nothing but his own fingers fumbling, fingers too shy to go deeper. So when you slide that tiny little toy inside, barely three inches of semi-hard silicon, you watch his body fall apart.
His eyes go wide, breath catches, and then it’s all trembling limbs and whispered cries he can’t control.
He swears he can take it. Laughs it off like a joke — but it’s not.
You push it in just a little more.
His whole body jerks. His hips snap back like he’s trying to escape something, but he can’t. Not yet.
That little toy is a devil in disguise — meant to prep him, to train him for what’s really coming. But right now? He’s ruined. Sobbing soft little whimpers because he’s so fucking full of something he barely even registers as real.
He clenches around it like it’s ripping him in half, legs shaking so badly you’re sure he’s about to collapse.
“P-please, s-stop… I-I can’t—” he chokes out, voice trembling, barely a whisper. “I’m — i-it’s too — too much…”
And it’s not even three fucking inches inside him.
He’s already torn, stretched raw, dripping around you like he’s been wrecked by your actual size. The thought of a bigger dick? No fucking way. He’d be shredded, a bloody mess, broken beyond repair.
But here he is.
His little hole clenches tight, desperate to squeeze it out, but it’s no use. He’s ruined.
“J-just… slow… please…?” he begs, voice cracking. “I-I never… n-never had this b-before. It hurts — b-but I want it! I want you… I’m yours, p-please…”
Bullshit. You know he isn’t ready. That’s why you’re here.
You drag it out a fraction, then push it back in, slow and deliberate, watching his body betray him with every inch. The tight squeeze, the desperate gasp, the low sobs that start slipping out when you don’t give him a break.
He’s fragile. So fragile.
The toy isn’t even close to the size he’ll have to take later. But his inexperienced ass is already wrecked. Already trembling around something so tiny, so insignificant.
You grip his jaw, force his eyes to meet yours. “You wanna see how fucked you’ll be when the real thing slides in?”
His cheeks flush crimson. He can’t even nod, breath hitching so hard he’s nearly choking.
He’s ruined.
From a cheap sex toy less than three inches long.
You can’t wait to slide your actual dick in — it’ll tear him apart. Rip him open and break him in ways he can’t even imagine yet.
But for now, you have him like this. Clawed open and leaking sobs on your bed, begging you for mercy he doesn’t deserve.
Husband!Varka who everyone assumes is the "leader" or "the man" in the relationship. Even if you're roughly his size/build, people see Varka as the default person in charge, though this couldn't be farther from the truth.
Husband!Varka who wants to make joint decisions with you whenever possible. He struggles with always taking matters into his own hands, even sacrificing sleep and jeopardizing his health for the benefit of others, but he tries to do better for your sake, and your relationship's sake.
Husband!Varka who loves lazing around with his husband whenever they get a chance. He'll treasure every second of you sleeping on his chest on a lazy weekend, forgetting all about work and chores for just an hour or two.
Husband!Varka who snores like a jet engine. RIP your hearing, or a peaceful night's sleep… you'd be wise to invest in some high-quality earmuffs from Snezhnaya, or earplugs, or both…
Husband!Varka who beams with pride when you watch him or help him workout. He'll push his strength to the limit just for you, showing off his impressive muscles like a peacock displaying its feathers for a mate.
Husband!Varka who will invite you to sit on his back while he does push-ups. Wanting nothing more than for you to feel every ripple of his muscles as he lifts you again and again.
Husband!Varka who shudders and blushes when you pay extra attention to his scars. Feeling vulnerable and seen in a way that no one else sees him as your fingers brush over that large cut on his forearm, or when your tongue teases the scar on his cheek, or the ones on his pecs.
Husband!Varka whose brain melts into honey when you tie him up, using thick red ropes to restrict his freedom while you take him apart piece by piece.
Husband!Varka who will beg like a desperate slut on command. Just say the word and he'll spew mindless pleas for your touch, your mercy, your attention. Give him even an ounce of what he craves and he may not be able to control himself~
Husband!Varka who could go for days and nights of marathon sex. His insane stamina will be his downfall as you edge him relentlessly, building up huge cumshots once you finally allow them.
Husband!Varka who squeals when you pull your cock all the way out and keep stuffing it back in. The filthy sound it makes each time you re-enter him, the way his walls greedily suck you back in, and the little nudge against his prostate each time? 😵💫
Husband!Varka who spends most of his days with a caged cock, each movement a reminder of your complete dominance over him.
Husband!Varka who kneels before you, submitting everything to his most trusted and treasured love. He is the Knight of Boreus, the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius — but more than anything else, he is yours.
winged bf who pick you up into their arms, gently cradling you as if you were made of glass and the finest jewelry as they tell you to “hang on” before unfurling their wings and taking off into the sky
winged bf who show you the beauty of flying, holding you securely in his arms as you take in the way how the world below you looks so small and beautiful. who only has a gentle smile on their faces as you point out the big apartments and parks where you go to for a picnic date. who only has eyes on you as you admire the twinkling lights of the world under you
winged bf who wrap their wing around you whenever you shiver, even if it was one of those annoying sudden ghost bump things you get out of the blue. he’s still worried, let him worry for you in peace😠
winged bf who plucks a feather out of their wing, gently tucking the soft feather into your hair, or on your jacket — wherever you want. he wants you to carry a piece of him to remind you by even though you regularly steal his clothes
winged bf who allows you to be only person to touch his wings, to care for them, to brush them, to just… well, touch them to your heart’s content really. he doesn’t care if you put the tip of his long feather ends over your lips, mimicking a mustache, he doesn’t care if you want to use it as a blanket, he doesn’t care if you wanna use the ends like a cat toy in front of his face. he’ll indulge in your silly shenanigans
winged bf who sheds at least once a year, filling your shared home with the old feathers. who is either smug about it or is apologetic as he helps you broom the excessive fallen feathers. at this point you could probably make a plushie or some sort of art project from the amount of feathers that he shed. to which he objects, saying these are all old and weakened feathers, offering his wing for you to pluck feathers from if you really wanna make an art project
winged bf who hides the two of you under his wing when cuddling in bed, the added layer of his own extra limb making the scene feel more intimate than it is. as if the entire world is blocked out, just a meager existence passing by as you two enjoy this moment of comfort as his wing becomes a curtain to give you two privacy
winged bf who sometimes gets too sexually frustrated and pent up with your curious hands constantly touching the place where his wing is connected to his back, the skin and muscles there are sensitive, making him jump in his seat whenever you do it to tease him
winged bf who knows that it isn’t your fault. you probably don’t know, you don’t have a wing after all, so you don’t know what it means when someone touches your wing. who only calms your worries with a forehead kiss, usually handling his problems himself
winged bf who lets out a whine into his hand, muffling the embarrassing noise as your hand wraps tighter around his cock. he was way too sensitive than usual and it was all because of your wandering hand on his wings. he probably should have explained it all to you but right now, he found his words escaping him, mind melting into a muddled mess as he finds his hands clawing at your own in desperation
winged bf who mumbles out a weak protest of being “s-sensitive! aaah… f-feels too sen—♡︎ sensitive! y-your haaandd♡︎” as his legs start to shake, staring through teary eyes as you coax out yet another climax out of him. his tip an angry cherry red from the continued torture of your hand, his slit weeping precum over and over again despite having just came, getting hard in your hand embarrassingly fast
winged bf who gets tortured by your loving hands for who knows how many times. his eyes are getting blurry and breathing started to hurt. even more, his dick was stinging, twitching every time your tight fist comes up to the tip, letting go briefly as if to taunt him, touching the dripping slit with the tip of your finger and making him whine loudly before fucking his cock into your hand again and again. this was just pure torture, he wanted to escape and run away but you were whispering such nice words to his ears. calling him your good boy, your angel, how you loved being with your beloved like this… could he really ever refuse you?
winged bf who gets more and more twitchy in your gentle hold as your hand picks up speed, the filthy wet noise of his earlier cum being used as a lube filling the room alongside his loud moans. who begs for you to not to touch his wing as it flutters around, dropping a feather or two onto the floor due to moving around so much. who only lets out a pathetic whimper of a “cuz’ ahh haamgh—! [n-name], please! please don’t—♡︎ d-don’t touch them...? they’re sensitive too aanh haagh mfgh♥︎!!” when you ask him why
winged bf who felt like his skin was on fire. everything felt too much but felt too little at the same time, his cock painfully hard again in your hold the moment you ran the tip of your finger over the bane of it. his muscles were getting tense, a strange sense of feeling coiling around in his stomach as you kiss the place where his wing and back connects, shifting around frantically with a chirp or a preen falling from his swollen lips
winged bf who weakly paws at your hand around his dick, wanting to push it away but chasing right after it with his hips as the strange feeling in his stomach just continues to grow worse. it didn’t felt like his usual orgasm, the way he would just fall apart in your hands. it felt more intense and that scared him. who cries out through loud whines and bitten back sobs that “f-feels weird!! aanhh haah [n-name]—! it mnggh♡︎ feels weird! my c-cock feels unnck haah ahh amhh weird♥︎♥︎!!”
winged bf who throws his head back into your shoulder, hands covering his beet red face as a scream tears through his lips, muscles tightening, body going taut in your arms when you gently bit into the base of his wing, your other hand keeping his wing in place so it wouldn’t flutter and knock you away as he fucking squirts into his stomach, painting his muscles and your hand white. who lets out soft chirps and noises, legs twitching and hands struggle to decide whether to hold onto you or to muffle his embarrassing noises
winged bf who only lets out weak noises and chirps when you try to communicate with him, asking him if he was doing alright and if your angel was with you right now after that overstimulating experience. who immediately hides within his wings the moment a sliver of sobriety hits him, too humiliated to even look you in the face because what was that? and why did he felt… so good?
winged bf who gives you a weak glare that you know isn’t exactly serious, pouting at you and complaining about how you messed up his mind and stuff. who lean into your touch as you push his hair away from him, getting to see the still reddened face and the few tear stains on his cheeks. who grumbles about how you have too much power over him when you chuckle, leaning in to plant a kiss to his pouting lips. who chase after you with a demand for a proper kiss this time
⇨ sephiroth, genesis, angeal, hawks, xiao, venti, angel devil, vash, knives, sunday, simeon, raphael + anyone you can think of!
nsfw alphabet w flins ! — 𝝑𝝔 . . . flins x gn!reader ; i totally forgot about this one request recently im sorry! includes sub & dom flins!!
aftercare ; what are they like after sex?
of course, this gentleman is a gentleman in every situation. he takes care of you so good you question who provides (although he kind of does everything for you). he is such an aftercare king who kisses the marks he made, he who showers with you like it's his mission to make sure you're comfortable, and most of all? makes sure to praise you through everything. like oh my word.
body part ; what's his favorite one on you? what about his own?
he loves your eyes. whether they show tears, show happiness, show lust, he wants to make you feel everything and anything, he loves eye contact so much because he firmly believes in eyes being windows to the soul.
his own favorite body part? lowkey hands, although he'd say he has no favorites. he uses his hands in almost any sexual scenario, a hand on your throat, fingers digging in your hips, palm over your chest, he always, and i mean always makes sure he puts his hands to use while he serves to please you.
cum ; self explanatory
honestly, a lot. a lot more than you think. he barely masterbates, if at all. he very much so would shoot it up into you to your very core. watching how full your hole is by watching his load seep out of you.
dirty secret ; something dirty they've never told anyone?
he is into choking. not even to hurt you or anything, he just loves seeing you vulnerable underneath him. now speaking generally, he NEEDS to mark you every time you make love. he is suuuuper into marking you, he has to see a hickey, a handmark, his cum, anything on you that was caused by him. and trust me you'll receive more the next day if you try to hide them, because it'll always end up in obvious spots that you can no longer hide.
i know it's supposed to be one... but he would SO have piercings. pierced nipples, and pierced tongue specifically!!!!
experience ; how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?
no, and no. would definitely need you to tell him what you want in all that. but after a few more times? yes and yes. like he is a connoisseur of the art type shit. once he explores and gets to know your sensitive spots, yes he will be cracking you everyday.
to elaborate; he never had time, even as a fae, he never found interest in them.
favorite ; favorite position?
he loves seeing your back so much, unironically is such a doggy enthusiast. he loves seeing how much he can mark, not to mention how badly he loves to pin you against the wall and have you pushed up against it. hands against the partition you both call the room's wall—he has a primal need to see how much he can kiss up and down your back.
goofy ; is he serious when yall fuck
yes. insanely serious. don't get me started.
hair ; does he groom, and does the carpet match the drape
yes, yes, yes! he so totally does, he wants to make sure he looks good for you. this man is so acts of service so if you say anything about it, he definitely would follow with such.
also not the hair being described but he would definitely tie his hair up if you want him to.
intimacy ; how are they during the moment? romantically
SUPER!! he is so passionate with you no words can describe it. from his prolonged moans that vibrate through your hips, to his long fingers that stroke against your favorite spots. even in his kisses you could feel the yearn on how badly he needed you.
jack off ; masturbation headcannon
he didn't prior to having you, he just never saw the appeal in anyone nor in doing the activity. but when he started dating you? fuck he was obsessed! he needed you like drugs, like food to a poor man, like beer to an alcoholic
kink ; one or more of their kinks
he's just into breeding. like. it just makes sense to me. he just wants to see you bare his kids and that's completely fine. he's just obsessed with planning, naming, and the thought of taking care of them, it makes him just want to make love w you more.
praise. just that. i can't see him degrading you unless it's punishment (wherein you might've went somewhere he couldn't protect you). but other than that, he will always call you his angel, life on the line to protect you like a built-in bodyguard. and overall he's just super sweet in sex, like, even when he'd rough with thrusts, he doesn't lose himself in it, he's looking at your eyes for which spots please you the most.
blindfolds but strictly only when he's cracking you from behind. if its missionary he will be eating you with his eyes, will stare only at you and your body will love and lust. but if you're taking him up against the wall, hands on the wall type shit, he will blindfold and have one of his hands on your shoulder.
location ; where they like to do it the most
im afraid he is but a simple man, he likes the bed the most. but if you're a freak², then on the lighthouse, or inside the lighthouse's upper compartment.
but honestly he also just likes pushing you up against windows/walls if i were to think about it. it just makes sense to me.
motivation ; what turns them on
when its visible on your face that you are swamped in lust because of how good his thrusts penetrate your g-spot. unironically gets even harder than he was before he came inside you. it's just something about seeing how good you feel that makes him feel hornier.
could also be when someone asks you about the obvious ass hickey om your neck. guess he has to give you even more later.
no ; turn-offs
although this may be like a little subject to change but he doesn't like the idea of consensual non consensual. he just would never do that to you, he is consent king so sorry ;(
oral ; how good are they at giving head
flins is oral king. like you're telling me he just doesn't naturally have the skill to serve and eat pussy/give head like its aiding ghosts to ley lines? i highly doubt! because he is a beast at giving and would kill to get a taste of you. if you let him anyway.
fem: he is all up in there. especially when he has his tongue pierced with cold metal; touching all up onto your clitoris. making sure every single nook and cranny has felt up the metal bud in his tongue, he is so prideful about it too, he doesn't even have to speak!!
masc: he would definitely lick your member up and down with direct eye contact. looking at you with his dead, yellow orbs as his tongue makes sure to feel you up and down. making you mewl loud enough for him to know that he should keep doing whatever he's doing.
but receiving? not so much, but he definitely would appreciate. he gets aroused, like super aroused when he sees his cum covering your face. lowkey degrades but you're a little into that. uses 'my good slut/whore', especially when you swallow all of it. but that's most of where his degradation stands, he would never be so in the moment enough to insult you.
pace ; fast & rough or slow & sensual?
flins is such a slow, sensual sweetheart. if he were to decide? he wants it to be all about passion and filled with love between you two. literally just has a very dire need to let you just shudder at his cock inside you; literal shivers sent down your spine at how much his dick could reach inside you.
quickie ; do they like them?
honestly, not as much as you think he'd like. but he isn't completely closed off from the idea, not to mention with how much he goes out for his job as a lightkeeper, he wouldn't say he minded.
risk ; down to risk or what?
yeah, hell yeah. he's so down to fuck you in the lighthouse, behind the lighthouse, fuck, even behind the bar table where they serve drinks at when they let you volunteer work at the bar again.
stamina ; how many rounds can he do?
a lot. like. speaking generally if you were to ask him to experiment with you, he will subconsciously fuck you like it's a marathon. he can't stop himself especially when he's so close every single fuckin' time.
as a fae, their stamina is just as large as their lifespan (in my head), so i feel like he'll just go for as much as you want, because fuck if you were fae too? you guys are fucking days on days no end.
toys ; do they own any? would they use them on themselves/partner?
nope, probably not. and probably won't UNLESS you ask specifically.
unfair ; how much do they like teasing?
teases a lot and is super into it. he loves whispering scenarios into your ears, specially about your kids in the future <3
volume ; how loud is he?
SUPER vocal. and he loves it so fucking much, and he knows you do too. he loves moaning so very loudly to let everyone know who makes him feel like he's riding cloud nine. whether or not he's receiving, he is so fucking into it—into you.
wild card ; random hc
he loves when you tug or suck on his nipples. like legit tease him by pulling on the piercings on his chest, he's literally melting into your mouth.
no to add on—tug at any of his piercings and he'd be arching his back into your hold. did i mention he's probably like a major switch LOL!!
to second that, literally loves to makeout with you because it always leads to him getting to mark your collarbone all over with bruises made by his mouth.
x-ray ; whatcha packing down there boy?!
he's definitely on the thinner side, unfortunately not a girth king but it quickly gets revitalized by the fact that he's super long. like seven~eight inch approximation type shit. when you both first do it it BUUUURRNNSS i'm telling you !!!
he's just so cocky when you try to give him oral for the first time as well, watching how long and hard he truly was.
yearning ; how is his sex libido?
like i said, not until he met you. but whenever you guys will do it, it mostly depends on you until he can't resist you on certain nights.
zzz ; how fast does he knock out?
he doesn't sleep. or doesn't really need it as much as normal humans do. so he just stays awake and keeps guard while you rest your head on his chest, fingers brushing through every strand for comfort <3
Prey predator dynamics with Rabit Hybrid!Lohen x Wolf Hybrid!Reader... spice it up a lil more with even more power imbalance by making Reader his captin...
Warning(s): Preydator Dynamics (duh), Segguestive, Degradation (Giving), Mutual Drugging (Kinda? Lohen uses aphrodisiac on both you and himself), Blood (Not much but there's a Fighting Scene and a little something after), Lohen is a masochistic freak but that's nothing new, That's all I think.
Lohen loves the thrill of the chase. Finds so much ecstasy in it that nothing else can make him feel more alive. Craves it like a drowning man would crave oxygen.
He takes great joy in shaking that tiny puff of furr on the end of his tail bone at you teasingly before setting off. Your not-so-playful warning of "I'm coming!" as you follow soon after making the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight, and sending delightful shivers of rotten want down his spine.
You call it strategic retreat training. Both of you know that it is anything but. Not with the clear intent behind your purposefully loud stomping as you approach his sprinting form.
The adrenaline races through Lohen's body. The exhilaration of getting hunted down by his lovely partner sending blood to his already throbbing groin as his breath becomes heavier.
Lohen hears you before he sees you, poisoned dagger in hand as he parries your surprise attack with the precision of someone who's been subjected to it more than once. Your blades clash violently, locking you in place long enough for you to get a good look at the crazed smile placed on his terribly flushed face.
"Getting out the sharp stuff already?" Amused, you tilt your head slightly, ears pin straight as you ask your question before sweeping a leg under him to put an end to your ongoing standstill. "Looks like you aren't underestimating old little me after all."
The knight dodges by jumping away, but instantly returns your kick with one of his own. He follows it up with a sweep of his knife, aggressive and relentless in his attempt to gain the upper hand by overwhelming you into submission.
"Wouldn't even dream of it, captin." He purrs, smile crooked in his frenzy and voice offensively sweet in a way that you know damn well is nowhere near being loving.
You don't fall for his weak taunt, gracefully weaving through both his verbal and —weirdly clumsy— physical baits while allowing the back and forth to continue a while longer for the sake of getting some actual practice done.
The spar doesn't last as long as you'd hoped it would, however, as one slash from the vice captin's dagger was more than enough to introduce your body to a weird feeling of hot dizziness. The poison's influence is your guess.
Deciding that game time is over for the bastard, you manage to make him drop his weapon swiftly before the drug can take any further effect on you. Immediately using his moment of distraction to roughly pin him down to the ground. One hand holding his wrists on top of his head as the other reaches out to bend one of his legs over his stomach, making him whine pathetically as his pants tighten around his aching cock.
"Nghh." His ears perk up giddily, chest rising and falling with each one of his frantic breaths as he looks up at you with wide, lovesick eyes. Face blood red from how unnaturally heavy his blush is.
"What. Exactly did you put on your weapon, Lohen?" You bare your teeth at him, the abnormal hotness burning your body feeling more present as it pools between your tired legs. Your tail stands straight in alarm.
"Fuck"
He giggles in that absent-minded, almost cute way that he does whenever you toy with him after a long day at work. This deranged lunatic has drugged himself too, you realize. "Take a guess, darlin—Ngh-Ah<3"
Lohen's words gets intrrupted by a pretty moan when you squeeze his injured thigh, digging your nails into the bleeding wound as his eyes up from the pleasure and pain.
"Such a naughty little thing, aren't you?" You press your knee against his covered crouch, your hand letting go of his thigh to tug on the choker wrapped tightly around his pretty neck instead. "Couldn't even be patient enough for us to return home." His long ears twitch erratically as breathing becomes a little harder. "Disgusting freak."
He chokes on his own breath as you take your knee from him, taking with it any semblance of pleasure he might have had. "I was so... hah... close." He whines, thighs twitching weakly at the lost friction.
"And you will be soon again, pretty. Over and over until I teach you a good lesson about patience, got that?"
Synopsis: Lyney has become quite addicted to your scent, and his omega instincts are screaming for him to be your mate. Lyney pulls a few strings and gets you on a mission, mostly alone with him, during his heat and before your rut. One thing leads to another and Lyney got what he wanted.
Warnings ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️: A/B/O, Scenting, Heat and rut, reference to M-preg, mating, claiming, possessive/jealous omega, face sitting (Reader Receiving), eating out (Lyney Receiving), riding (Lyney Receiving), knotting (Lyney Receiving)
You are Columbina's right hand man, she chose you because you caught her attention. You were an Alpha, the second strongest kind at that. Yet you didn't look down on her for being an omega when you first met her. Not knowing she was a Harbinger at the time. So she took you under her wing, wanting to see how this Alpha will act when given significant power.
When Columbina first introduced you to the other Harbingers, they had their opinions of you. Ranging from thinking you were here to find an “easy” omega to claim, to thinking you were just stupidity in love with The Damsel. Both assumptions were wrong of course, you had agreed to be Columbina's right hand man in exchange of being her eventual successor.
Originally you had been introduced to the adult members of the House of the Hearth just to get you acquainted with the people you would be working with. But subconsciously you started scenting items for omegas. Not in an attempt to court them, but just to support them. You knew most Alphas saw omegas as property, a thing to take and use, and it irked you to no end. The least you could do for the omegas who didn't have a mate was give them something to drive off unwanted Alphas. Arlecchino appreciated how much you cared for her “children”, she would do it herself but her scent is too well known and would expose her “children”. Your scent was a lot more normal for an Alpha, a mix of pinewood and fresh rain.
It was all fine, until Lyney was going to have his heat. He would stick around you a lot, but his way of showing affection was putting on magic shows for you. A lot of them, each one getting progressively more interactive. You lost track on when he moved from pulling his cat out of his magician's hat, to basically scenting your whole body as he uses you to practice a “performance” of disappearing rainbow roses. His scent is a heady mix of almost firecrackers and those roses, and just a hint of sea salt. For the last couple of days you have reeked of his scent mixed in with yours. It got to the point other omegas avoided you just because of his scent, thinking you're in the process of courting each other.
Eventually Lyney did start trying to officially court you, always gifting you roses in public, and in private he would give you his used clothes He made sure to scent them thoroughly. On the fourth day of his courting attempts had gotten a lot more desperate, he had given you his boxers. God it drove you wild, how could it not? You have Lyney, one of the flirtiest men within the Fatui all over you. Now you have a small collection of his clothes, his clear intent made your baser self want him. So you started off slow, placing your hand on his lower back, grabbing his hip when another Alpha is around. You even started to subtly scent his skin, if he asked about it? “Oh sorry, didn't mean to” but he knew you did it on purpose. It just encouraged him, knowing he had gotten your attention, he started wearing his performance outfit around you a lot more. He even got it tailored to be smaller and tighter, if that were possible.
Your slow start made Lyney inpatient. How could you hold yourself back when he's all over you? When he's releasing pheromones that just beg you to take him? When he got his outfit adjusted to show off his body? You're an Alpha, for Archon's sake! Alphas aren't meant to be this hard to get. Omegas should be playing coy as an Alpha tries for their attention. You're ruining all the plans he's ever made! All because you respect him, want him to feel comfortable before you claim him. In his desperation, Lyney asks a favor from Arlecchino, to get both of you to a private hotel on a “mission”. He needs you, even before his heat, his body craves your attention, your love.
Lyney had everything planned out, through sly flirting words he had gotten the date of your rut. He got the “mission” set up to line up with his heat, and thank Archon's your rut is a week off from then. He's a fortunate omega, his heat just about lines up with your rut and he stays mostly conscious during his heats. It's the perfect opportunity to really make you his, a desperate Alpha is an easy one to catch. He'll make you his, and you'll think that you just couldn't control yourself, you're already starting to court him, so no harm done in his mind.
⋆⋅♤ Fontaine Hidden Fatui Settlement ♤⋅⋆
Lyney thought the whole settlement would be empty, it should have been empty. But no, a couple omegas and betas had to stick around too long, they were leaving the same day you two arrived. But still Lyney hated them for being so fucking slow, and now he has to ward off other omegas. The whole day he practiced clinging to you, rubbing the scent from his wrists into your skin and clothes. You had a general idea of what Lyney was planning, Ms. Columbina had warned you about his general intent. It was amusing, to watch when he would glare at anyone else when they stepped too close, or to his desperate need to have his body against yours. You didn't care at this point you already planned to claim him as your mate, if he wants. About halfway into the day, your instincts finally force your hand, quite literally. Lyney was ecstatic when your hands grabbed his hips, fingers trying to slip under his tight shorts and the garters holding up his black socks. He would arch his back like a cat, pressing his chest against yours, your hands slowly traced up his soft thighs up to his round ass. Now barely fitting in his smaller outfit. That's all the motivation he needs to make it extremely clear that you're his, his Alpha, his mate. As if he wasn't being clear already
After the other omegas and betas left, Lyney moved on with his plan. Quickly building a nest, the base being a king sized bed, the adding your clothes as the bottom, the using pillows and blankets do the rest. He then moves on to something risky, he found you in the common area and started peeling off his clothes. Until he's just in boxers, thigh-highs, and his corset. He then allowed his pre-heat pheromones to flood the room, trying his best to trigger your rut. Slick is already dripping down from his hole, along the curve of his ass and along his plump thighs, his cock tenting in his boxers a stain appeared where his cock is drooling pre-cum. How could you deny this handsome omega? How could you ignore the sweet silken words he's whispering into your ear as he leads you to the nest? You can't, Lyney knows that, and he's used that to get you right where he wanted.
“Alpha~” he coos, slowly moving his hands along your body, pulling your clothes off, exposing your more muscular build. Lyney is lean, yes but he has enough muscle on him for it to show if he flexes or stretches. “Please, Alpha… help me with my heat… I want you to knot me…” He hates that you're just standing there like a statue, but hey at least your cock is being honest, getting hard for him with just his teasing. But he gasps when you grab his sides, pulling him closer until your cocks are pressed against each other, your cock is about three inches longer than his. He's going into heat any minute now and your rut still hasn't been triggered? You make this so much harder than it has to be. So he starts grinding, rubbing your dicks together, dry humping you. He whimpers and gasps, putting on a show to bring out those Alpha instincts he wants to see…
He succeeded, he can smell the change in your pheromones. It's light, but it's enough to make him purr with satisfaction, his cock shooting a load into his boxers, both from the stimulation of the dry humping and your pheromones. He wants to show your baser self that he's a good omega, a willing wanton omega, that will let his Alpha do whatever he wants.
His already heavy breathing hitches, as you suddenly tear his boxers off. He wasn't planning on keeping them on anyways, so he teasingly comments “...so eager… my Alpha, I've already prepped myself… you can shove your cock inside me and breed my tight ass… just flip me over~”. But no, you're still not listening to him. Instead you decide to lay down, bringing him down with you, then pulling his ass up to your face and you start to eat him out. Shoving your tongue into his slick hole, thrusting in and out of his clenching wall, earning moans and whimpers from the omega. Your hands grab his plump cheeks and spread them open, and at that point Lyney just sits on your face. Biting his lip, sniffling his moans as he pulls out your cock from your boxers, slowly jerking you off. He leans forward and kisses the tip, tasting your salty pre-cum. He lifts his hips just enough to adjust his position, now trapping your head between his folded legs.
He can barely focus on kissing and teasing your cock, when you're biting and sucking on the skin of his ass when you need to breathe, never really giving him a break before you go back to eating up all his slick. Lyney is panting against your cock, his hot breath teasing the sensitive skin, and that's when he goes into his heat. He whines, pressing his nose against your cock, taking in your scent before he cums on your chest, his cock twitches as his cock hardens almost immediately. He can barely think straight, but he still presses sloppy kisses against your cock, between mumbling “Alpha… I'm ready… please, your cock is so hard… my hole is ready, I'm ready… mmm… ready to be your omega~... breed my tight little hole…”
You decide that he's stretched out enough, plus he's in heat so now he really wants your cock inside him. You spank his ass, making moan against your cock, it's enough for him to get off of you. You sit up, looking to your side seeing his trembling body, flushed red and arching his back to show off his ass, dripping spit and slick. “Alpha~ breed me… I'm ready…” he breaths out as he reaches behind himself, spreading his hole open. He looked perfect, and he knew it, grinning as your pheromones shifted to an Alpha in rut. All he had to do is slowly roll his hips, showing his Alpha that he could pleasure you. You grab his hips and pull him back against you, a smirk spreading across your face when he squirms, trying to get you inside him. You lean forward, growling into Lyney's ear “...you're so handsome… smell so nice… a pretty omega… now don't resist, or I'm going to be rough with you…” A deep satisfied rumble leaves your chest as you slowly ease your cock into his slick hole, your about half way in when his ass squirts slick, he screams in pleasure. You kiss his scent gland, holding him by his hips as you shift your position, reverse cowboy. You let him sink the rest of the way down, his ass pressed against your lap, he grinds down releasing the feeling of the head of your cock against his cervix. Lyney is lightly aware that you're not fully in rut, you won't be until tomorrow at the latest. But he's still plenty fertile during his heat, and your rut is really just insurance. He lets out a breathless whimper as you press your nose against his scent gland, his pheromones intensify and you can't help but bite down gently. It's not a permanent claim, but it's good enough for now. He places his hands on your knees slowly riding your cock, his body producing an ungodly amount of slick. Each thrust is accompanied by his moans and the wet squelch of his ass swallowing your cock. You grab his sides, running fingers over the fastening of his corset, pulling it off of him, now all he has on are his thigh-highs and the garter belts.
You whisper into his ear as you thrust up into him “...you're taking me so well, you were made for me weren't you?.. I should just permanently claim you… I'm sure you would love to have access to my cock everynight…” All he can do is clench his soft walls around your cock, whine and bounce faster. He turns his head enough to whisper, batting his eyelashes, begging with his soft purple eyes “(Name)... please be my mate… fuck… I can feel you against my womb…” He moans before continuing “...breed me… I need it, I'm a fertile omega… I promise…” Not one to reject the offer you grab his thighs, bringing his knees up to his chest as you start to roughly fuck up into him. His cock twitches before squirting thin cum all over the nest, his ass tightens around you and then he finally feels the swell of your knot. He throws his head back and whines, grinding his hips down as your knot pops his rim and locks both of you together. His body goes pliant, his ass clenching greedily, milking your knot for all its worth. You bite down into his scent gland for the second time, this time breaking skin, permanently claiming him as your mate. Lyney takes deep breaths as you flood his womb and ass with hot thick cum, his cock twitching against his thigh. He breathes out with a hint of his usual teasing “...you're going to ruin me… but that's what an Alphas do to omegas… so as soon as that knot swells down your going to fuck me again until my heats over…” He languidly rolls his hips, pulling on the knot, the discomfort a lovely reminder of your newly built connection. “...I'll let you use me all you want during your rut…” Lyney has you, and he's going to love showing you off as his Alpha when you get back. For now he's content to breed endlessly with his Alpha.
This is my first A/B/O work, I hope it was okay. Please send me suggestions on how I can improve! I'll be working on Ace request next - Bloom <3
