Having accessories on that jingle while you have sex with him makes him develop a pavlovian response, now every time your jewelry makes noise, he can't help how fast he pops a boner.
Manato's ears and tails stiffen in place as he feels his pants tighten, he can't meet your eyes, even that reminds him of how hot you looked while you were sucking him off, face beet red while you poke him for answers. Because of his ears, he picks up the jingling of your jewelry even more intensely, bouncing his leg up and down as you're telling Yuzuha some sort of story, he can't focus on anything but how good your lips look right now and how good they looked stretched around his dick. He does his best to not show it, fails, and hugs you from behind to make you feel how badly he wants you.
Lycaon coughs to clear up his mind and focus, you're telling him about a new café that opened up, has delicious menus and— god his ears can't stop twitching, his tail barely staying in place as you keep making excited movements with your body, the sound flashing a memory of you clinging to his neck desperately as he fucked your brains out on your bed, your clothes torn off and your body covered in claw marks, you looked so— he blinks himself out of the thought before it gets worse, but you do notice his tail wagging way too hard, and how tense he is the whole day.
Hugo's smile twitches as he's sitting with you on your bed, you're playing some sort of adventure game with your switch and those damn bracelets won't stop jingling. Just like how the sound made it even more erotic while you were stroking him off after you just gave him a blowjob, his moans had become so pathetic, he melted under your touch, let himself be vulnerable like he never dared to before as you kept stroking him with that punishing pace and— he's pulled out of his thoughts as you cheer for yourself, you finally beat that boss. His hands slowly circle your waist as he buries his head on the juncture of your neck, "Mmm, will you pay attention to me now?"
Lighter can't focus, you're showing him two different graphic t-shirts, you two had been out shopping when it just hit him. The way you're explaining how good both of the t-shirts look as you shove them into his face, the way your necklace keeps dangling— like how it was hovering over his face as you were riding him, your hands squeezing his pecs as you slammed your hips down on his thick cock, his head spinning as he grunts your name and digs his nails into your thigh to keep himself from losing himself in you— he coughs into the back of his hand, at your confused look he just shakes his head a little, "I'll get both of them for you."
Harumasa's hold on your hand tightens out of nowhere as you were running to the new ice cream store that just opened up, you turned to look at him— his face is beet red, refusing to make eye contact with you. The jingle of your bracelets as you were skipping around, holding his hand, is much too reminiscent of the sound the same bracelets made as he was fucking into you on his bed just yesterday. Your hands had circled around his neck, your nails, and bracelets digging into his skin as he watched you come undone just from his dick pounding into you, burying his cum deep inside as he finishes with your name spilling from his lips with a high-pitched whine, you looked so gorgeous then— "Harumasa! I'm asking you what you want to order!" you huffed, he blinked as your voice cut through the flash of memory, his other hand went to his throat out of nervous habit, his blush spreading to his ears and neck, "Yeah… yeah just order whatever you'd like for me, I don't mind."
lighter x reader, alcohol (lighter is drunk, nitro-fuel is alcoholic here), otherwise just pure fluff
thinking about lighter, stumbling up to you, the smell of nitro-fuel on his breath (and his shirt - he'd definitely spilled some on himself earlier, though with how unstable he was standing, you were hardly surprised). a bit of a party atmosphere had developed around steeltusk's bar tonight, and lighter had definitely had more than he should have. you had barely joined the gathering for a few minutes, relaxing a bit further from the bar, but as soon as he'd noticed you, he had made a (very wobbly) beeline for you.
"(Y/N)."
his hands went to your shoulder, using you to stabilise himself, even though his weight made you stumble a bit too.
"hi," you laughed, a rare sight to see the champion so discomposed, though he was looking into your eyes with a slightly nervewracking seriousness through those shades.
"we should get married."
it took you a couple beats to process his slurred words. heat rushed to your face, one you hoped, if someone noticed, you could blame on the one drink you'd had so far. you searched his face for the punchline, or any sort of elaboration. all you found was a similar searching - he was waiting for you to answer. he was almost pleading with his eyes, swaying a little from the alcohol - this was absurd.
"you are so drunk," was all you could muster, chuckling in disbelief. lighter collapsed against you, arms wrapping around your neck and head on your shoulder, and you swore you heard a very uncharacteristic whine leave his mouth.
"you don't want to marry me," he pouted - just how many drinks had burnice given him, that lighter lorenz, infamous red scarf of the sons of calydon, was pouting?
"hey, i didn't say that," you comforted him, instinctively petting his hair in a way he seemed to enjoy. and it wasn't a lie - it was something you had dreamed about several times, but... "i just feel like you've skipped a few steps here, you know? we're just friends, lighter. and you really are very drunk."
he picked himself up from your shoulder to look at you again, but he was so close this time, the tip of his nose barely an inch from yours, his full bodyweight still leaning on you. for the first time, you really realised the position the two of you were in, and so publicly, the crowded bar not far away. but you couldn't quite get yourself to focus on them, not when there was so little space between you, and his stupid handsome face took up your entire field of view. the musky scent of his cologne cut through the smell of nitro-fuel and it made your thoughts brain spin even more, so you waited for him to say something. you doubted you could come up with any more coherent thoughts.
"what's step one?" he said eventually. you frowned, not sure what he meant.
"what?"
"you said I skipped steps. what's step one?"
"to marrying me??"
"yeah."
once again, you had to pause to process. was this his weird, misguided, honestly really cute, way of confessing to you? there was no way - but there was a sincerity in his gaze that went past alcohol. the best answer would probably be 'ask me on a date when you're sober', but he was too pretty to be considering best answers, and your mouth moved faster than your brain did.
"probably this," you muttered, then pulled him forward by the scarf, closing the distance between you. even drunk, his reaction time was instantaneous - you were the one to initiate the kiss, but his hands were around your waist so quickly it surprised you, pulling you somehow even closer into him. it was clumsy but full of heat, and you could feel his mouth form a victorious grin against yours.
when you eventually pulled away, though, your gaze was immediately drawn away from his to the rest of the sons of calydon, who were whooping and cheering from the bar.
"yes! i told you it'd go well, lighter!" caesar called, shooting you a wink. Lighter only responded to her with a thumbs up, his head returning to rest on your shoulder again.
"did you tell him to do that?" you yelled back, head still reeling from the kiss.
"so what? neither of you were gonna take the leap sober," she replied, and you realised she wasn't behind his words - not intentionally, anyway.
"he proposed to me!"
a round of shocked laughter from the gang, except for lucy;
"he WHAT?"
i truly had no idea how to end this. but like. i love lighter so so much but i especially love him being dorky and down bad.
wc: 757
hey!! I was wondering if I could request a jealous Manato scenario maybe?!
your hero
jealous komano manato x gn!reader
tags: jealousy, protectiveness, manato protects reader from an unwanted advance
tw: minor conflict/aggression
a/n: of course, yes!!! I loved writing this and hope you enjoyed reading it :) my requests are open through my ask box! ~900 words
The touch of a stranger interrupts a beautiful day in the market.
The late afternoon hour demanded a stroll through town to pick up produce for dinner. While Manato bargains for leeks with wide, aggressive gesticulation and a loud voice, you meander away from the stall, attention drawn to another small stall boasting organic honey harvested from bees that have grown fat on clover and dandelion. The touch on your shoulder is, at first, hardly distinguishable from the bustling crowd around you. The second touch is firmer and finally drags your eyes away from the jars that have grabbed your attention.
The offending hand belongs to a man with wrinkles creased around the corners of his eyes and a large, flushed nose. Despite the sun drenching the world in shades of orange and yellow, you catch the stench of alcohol clinging to his breath. His hand remains on your shoulder.
“Heyyy. You, uh,” he stumbles on nothing and braces himself against your shoulder, “you from around here?”
You attempt to escape his grasp and disappear further into the crowd, but his grip is resolute. “Please don’t touch me.”
He doesn’t listen. “Come on, now. Don’t be like that. Just try’na getta know ya. That so wrong?”
“Yes, leave me alone.”
Your fingers curl against his and struggle against the strange strength afforded uniquely to drunkards and the desperate alike. Your body jerks away from his, another attempt that ends in the same failure. Whether you like it or not, this bastard has trapped you here.
“Alls of you bitches are the same,” he slurs. “Always puttin—“
The man cuts himself off with a strangled, throaty shout when another weight lands upon your shoulder. Your eyes draw up to find Manato’s hand clutching the drunkard’s with enough strength to turn the offender’s fingertips white and bloodless. You’ve always known your boyfriend to have the capacity for violence, but it is only now that you truly understand why so many people cross the street to avoid him. He radiates palpable menace, glowering down at the drunkard as if he would like no more than to tear him to shreds with just teeth and nails.
“Do we have a problem?”
The man blubbers for a moment, floundering.
“I was just—“ another strangled cry as Manato’s grip tightens enough for you to hear the bones in the man’s hand creak. “—No, sir! No problem at all!”
“Good.” Manato’s grip remains resolute as he lifts the man’s hand from your shoulder. “Because it would end poorly for you if we had a problem.”
The man whimpers.
“But, since we don’t have a problem,” another squeeze, “you’ll have no issue apologising.”
The man looks up at Manato with watery eyes. “A-A-Apologise?”
“Yeah. Apologise for touching them. Now.”
The man dips his head. “I’m s-so sorry for—“
Manato growls. “Not to me. To them.”
“I’m so sorry,” the man blubbers, turning those pathetic wet eyes to meet yours for a brief moment before tilting down. “I’m so sorry for touching you!”
This whole thing has been too much drama for what was supposed to be an easy run for ingredients. While it would greatly satisfy you to see this miscreant grovel further, you grow weary of drawing out this punishment any further. Judging by the trembling of his lip, he’s suffered enough. As such, when Manato looks down at you for confirmation of the validity of this apology, you merely nod. Manato’s lips twitch.
“Good.” He releases the drunkard’s hand, and the man goes stumbling backward, catching himself on the edge of the honey stall. “Go. Don’t let me catch you again.”
“Yes sir! S-sorry, sir!”
And then the man goes scrambling off into the crowd, disappearing with great haste. His touch is now little more than a memory on your shoulder, a brand soothed by the love of your protector.
Manato turns to you, placing both hands on your shoulders and looking down at you like he’s checking for damage. There’s a palpable concern in the furrow of his brow, a worry that makes him look more like a kicked puppy than the fearsome protector you saw moments earlier.
“Are you okay?”
You nod. “Yeah. He didn’t do anything.”
“I woulda killed him if he did.” Manato leans down and gathers you into a tight embrace. “Like, he woulda been dust before you even said the word.”
You laugh, pressing a kiss into his neck, then his cheek, then his lips. “My hero.”
Manato’s tail gives a sweeping wag that you feel more than you see. “Yours.”
His eyes trace the curve of your neck and darken, and you realize with a start that this kind of display should wait until the both of you are in private, beyond the nosy, prying eyes of the marketplace. You pull back from him with another laugh and rapidly search for a distraction. It comes in the form of a plastic white bag hanging from Manato’s shoulder.
“You got the leeks?”
Manato snaps out of it, pulling back with a wide, toothy smile, though his hand refuses to leave the small of your back.
“Yeah! Managed to get three for one, can you believe it? That’s, like, the best deal I’ve ever gotten.”
You smile in tune to his infectious enthusiasm as you draw him back to the marketplace thoroughfare. “Wow. Not a bad deal at all.”
“Right?! Now, if I can haggle down the carrots, we can…”
Got him today after i lost to grace again she js really likes the constructs ig. Only one with his sig w engine he deserves it i spent everything
No warnings just fluff and a slightly botched confession, hc format
you've been friends with Billy for a long time, long enough to notice if he'd ever changed anything about his appearance
slightly less red jacket? Hair less fluffy than usual? Eyes drooped down a little? Nicole called you creepy but you preffered the term caring
not that Billy ever minded, he lavished in your astute observations of his every little thing, often complaining how the rest of the cunning hares could barely tell when he added a brand new limited edition Starlight Knights pin
his recent addition to his model was a button in the middle of his chest
the thing you found stranger however was the fact that he tried lying to you about it
"What button?" He asked with all the nonchalance of a toddler trying to walk
you brushed it off, maybe he wanted to surprise you with some Starlight Knight related change
you were right on the money. Almost.
the day you saw him with his new form you could feel your heart hammering against your ears
you don't remember exactly when you started to find him weirdly attractive for an intelligent construct, you just knew when it happend it felt as though the sky had fallen; Billy was your friend! You can't see him in that way no matter how red your face got when he was near.
unfortunately your heart simply couldn't still, he looked amazing
he yapped about the modifications, striking a few poses every now and then to add some flair
you always pay attention to what he's saying, but at the moment you just couldn't get your mind off how unbelievably good he looked
you wanted to grab him and shake him around with how cute his facial expressions were with every explanation he gave
eventually though, a nervous air came about him
it wasn't completely unusual, he gets nervous about things, but you expected him to be the epitome of joy at this moment
"Is something wrong? I promsie I was paying attention!"
loud incorrect buzzer
"Nothings wrong! Uhm, I just wanted to say..."
he fidgeted with his hands, the sight was rather adorable
there he was, cool red scarf and jacket swaying, his horns ever so obvious against his white hair, yet here he was floundering abiut like a school boy
still, you were concerned, "Billy are you okay? Are the modifications painful or something?"
"Nope! Perfectly safe! It's just uh...you're the first person I'm showing this to..."
you smiled at that, heart warmed at the fact that you were the first person he wanted to show something so important to him
"That's really sweet of you," you placed a hand on his scarily muscular metal arm, "thanks for thinking of--"
"I like you!"
you stared, he stared, silence was shared
"I'm...sorry?"
"Gah!" He ripped his arm from your touch and grabbed his hair as though he made a grave mistake
"Shoot! I was supposed to say that way cooler! Uhm, could you pretend I didn't say that?"
"Pretend I didn't-- Billy I can't pretend!"
your face was fully on fire and by the looks of it, so was Billys. His hands shifted to cover his quickly overheating face, an eye peeking through his fingers
"This all went wrong! Wait, no, don't move!"
he quickly turned around, fixing his attire and smoothing out his hair before spinning back and throwing a finger gun at you with an attempt of a wink
and saying nothing
he starts fumbling again, somehow forgetting the crucial three words for a confession
you clutch your stomach. Not in pain, no, you couldn't stop laughing. Billy notices and his nervousness increases as does your laughing. He was so cute and bad at this while looking like he'd be the main character of an action movie
he let out an awkward laugh with you, gears still turning in his head as to how he could salvage this. He'd spent serious money on his upgrades and made sure you'd be the first person to see it in all its glory, a confession right after is the most Starlight Knight thing he could do, but of course he had to lose it when you smiled and touched his arm
he remembers so clearly the first time he saw you in a less than platonic way, he was planning on recounting the whole thing while staring lovingly into your eyes! -When you talked about Starlight Knights with him and called it cool, he swore his eyes could turn into those cheesy romance movie hearts, you were his new Monica!
you wipe a few stray tears away, blissfully unaware of Billys inner turmoil, "Sorry, sorry," you grab hold of his arm to tug him closer to you, "you were just so adorable."
his face overheats again, fans kicking in at the sudden proximity, "O-oh! That's good!"
you chuckle, "I like you too Billy."
you knocked him completely off his axis with such a simple sentence. Seriously, it would take an infinite amount of ethereals to make him feel as weak in the knees as you do
"Wait," his eyes widen, "but...but I didn't even look cool doing that!"
you roll your eyes, "Billy you always look cool, plus you have a charm of your own."
his eyes scan yout face as though he didn't believe the words coming out of your mouth before he abruptly picked you up by the waist and spun you around
"Haha! Yes! I am the happiest construct alive!"
his joy was contagious and you couldn't help but laugh along
cw: male character x gn!reader; established relationship; inspired by this tiktok; very short lol
It was a silly idea. You told him you'll just record you two hugging to some cute song. And he agreed to it.
“Just stay here.” You said, trying to contain your giggle at his confused face. He hummed in return, before you turned around.
You put your phone against a glass on the table. He watched you adjust the settings, and got himself in position. Arms spread wide, with a big smile on his face.
You clicked “record” and as you turned around, his face softened before he felt your hands cupping his face and a pair of lips against his own. Soft, warm and full of love.
The surprise came and disappeared in mere seconds. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer and kissing you back. You deepened the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck. You could hear him let out a satisfied sigh, as he swayed you around slightly.
Soon, the need for oxygen had you pull away from the kiss. And as you opened your eyes, you saw how he was already looking at you. His eyes were hungry, but full of admiration too.
“Someone enjoyed this~” You teased.
He leaned in, lips brushing against yours. “How wouldn't i? You're so addicting…”
“Wow, such a charmer~”
He muttered a small “shut up”, before pulling you into another deep kiss, while forgetting that the camera was still recording the whole scene.
yuji itadori, denki kaminari, eijirou kirishima, shoyo hinata, koutaro bokuto, michizou tachihara, reki kyan, ga ming, seth lowell, mysta rias(?), vantacrow bringer, kaelix debonair, yu q. wilson (let me be delulu.) + your fav :3
warnings: just fluff (and floof :D); not proofread, just a small set of hcs to kick writer’s block to the curb; also my first time writing for lycaon/zzz, so i still have to get a feel for the characters
a/n: writer’s block loophole: pick one of your friends to target and lock in (this one’s for you, @zhongrin dearest ^^)
general masterlist
You had recently noticed that Lycaon sometimes switched sides when you walked through New Eridu together. Still continuing your conversation, he elegantly let you pass by him, only to rejoin you at your other side, the motion so practised it almost looked like a dance.
For some time, you’ve wondered why he did it and why he only did it sometimes, until you overheard some girls in a café discussing an old drama, swooning over how the male lead always walked on the side of the road. And sure enough, Lycaon only ever traded places with you when you were the one walking closest to traffic.
However, despite being enamoured by his thoughtfulness, you also couldn’t help but notice how your lover seemed to hesitate a little on some occasions. At first you thought it was your imagination but you could clearly see an internal struggle going on behind the crimson of his eye before he moved towards the side of the road nonetheless, your window into his thoughts gone as his gaze was shielded from you by his eyepatch.
That was when you connected the dots.
Lycaon didn’t like not being able to easily see you. Sure, he could still turn his head to look at you but just being able to glance at you from the corner of his eye was clearly the favourable option to him. Not only did it facilitate checking up on you, he was also simply charmed by you. Whether it was you savouring a drink or treat on your way through the city or the way your eyes would light up when you saw something in the shop windows that intrigued you, Lycaon didn’t want to miss it. Yet, your safety was still of the utmost importance to him, so in the end he’d always move to the side of traffic for you.
Well, at least you had finally figured out why your boyfriend always occupied the right side of the couch and the bed, leaving you to snuggle up on his left…
Speaking of bed time, after a long day at work, Lycaon gladly left brushing his fur to you. The feeling of the brush in combination with your fingers raking through his coat, untangling all the knots he so carefully tried to avoid and diligently ridding it of whatever was clinging to it after his duties were done, was deeply soothing. Honestly, the first few times you offered to help him, he had almost been embarrassed by how quickly the sensation dissolved all the tension from his shoulders.
But, at this point, he gladly welcomed your gentle touch, even if it weighed down his eyelid and made it increasingly more difficult to stifle a yawn. Especially the attention you paid to smoothing out the areas that had been pressed down by his uniform all day had his eye soften with affection for you. As someone who looked after others day in and day out, it was nice being taken care of like this.
Although, to say this was any less relaxing for you, would be a lie. Lycaon took great care of his fur, so it was always soft to the touch and you never had any real troubles running the comb and brush through it. The only “problem” you sometimes encountered was his tail twitching between your hands as you tried to tend to it, the end tickling you in return for all the attention you were giving it. When you first met Lycaon, never in a million years would you have imagined he’d ever trust you enough to let you see this side of him, but now that he did, you couldn't help but smile fondly to yourself.
It was a rare luxury that you got to wake up in your lover’s arms after a good night’s sleep, reserved for the few precious days where Lycaon wasn’t working. Yet, that only made the mornings on which you could cuddle up to him further to shut out the day for a few more minutes even more cherished. An early riser by habit, there was a big chance the thiren was already awake before you, content to simply hold you for a little longer as you clung to sleep, soothingly running his hands over your back.
When you finally decided it was time to get out of bed, by the time you finished washing up and made your way to the kitchen, the delicious smell of freshly brewed coffee/tea already wafted over to you. Naturally, your lover had very quickly picked up on your preferences and would be damned if he couldn’t put his skills to use at home too. Handing you a warm mug, you soaked in the tranquility of the moment as you leant side by side against the kitchen counter, discussing breakfast options.
Yet, even on the days where he had to leave early for work, Lycaon still made you feel his love for you, even if he couldn’t be there when you got ready for the day. Be it your favourite bread in the basket on the counter or your lunch already prepped in the fridge, he always showed you that you were a priority to him, even after his day had barely started. These small affections were always accompanied by little notes, reminding you to eat, wishing you luck at work or simply telling you that he loved you, spelling out was he already conveyed so clearly.
If it wasn’t clear already, Lycaon would be nothing short of a true gentleman with you, always conscious of your presence and preferences. Be it opening doors for you, pulling out a chair or fixing your clothes, he was always the definition of attentive. And yes, the argument could be made that he was like this at work as well, however the guests of Victoria Housekeeping were never privy to that same affectionate glint in his eyes as he carefully fixed your necklace or even knelt down to fix your shoelace that had come undone. That was reserved for you and you only.
One thing he would not stand for, would be you being demeaned in one form or another. Of course, if you wanted to handle the situation yourself, he always let you, but reminded you he’d support you. If it was an accident, like a waiter bringing you the wrong order, he would very politely point it out. However, if someone deliberately mistreated you without showing any intention to change or apologise, he’d make it very clear that such behaviour wouldn’t be tolerated. He was well aware that you could handle yourself, but not every situation was easy to navigate and Lycaon would do everything in his power to protect you from harm; the last thing he’d want was to see you hurt.
If you were under the impression, however, Lycaon would never use his skills to tease you, you would be sorely mistaken. Really, he couldn’t help himself, your reactions were just too cute, so he’d rather not pass it up when the opportunity presented itself.
Seriously, with how often you’d already told your lover not to keep certain items on the top shelves, you’d think he’d already have remedied the problem. Yet, this particular complaint seemed to keep falling on deaf ears. Instead, when you were stretching to reach something once more, you’d suddenly find yourself trapped between the counter and the thiren that had appeared behind you, effortlessly reaching for whatever it was you needed. All the while, the nails of his hand resting comfortably on your hip dimpled the fabric of your clothes and his palm spread heat all the way up to your ears, especially when Lycaon leant just a bit more of his weight into you.
When he handed the item to you, he’d take one look at you and ask if there was something wrong. Perhaps if you didn’t know him well enough, you’d assume the question was truly innocent, that he just wasn’t aware of what he was doing to you. You, however, could very clearly identify the mischievous glint in his eye and the wolfish grin tugging at his lips.
Lycaon might be the death of you. But would you have it any other way?
synopsis: caesar finds some particularly compromising videos on lighter’s phone when she shouldn’t be looking.
warnings: p in v, hair pulling, accidental voyeurism, praise kink, filming, amateur porn, rough intercourse, biting, blow jobs, light degradation (he could never be unkind to u), unprotected intercourse, afab reader (gender neutral, no pronouns/feminine terms). 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
notes: crossposted to AO3. ive been procrastinating this post ha
caesar knew she shouldn’t be snooping through lighter’s phone like this.
not without his permission, of course. she was just curious, she swore, just taking a peek at whatever dumb images he saved. maybe some of cute bangboo, or screenshots of tight leather jackets he might treat himself to later.
there was the occasional obligatory photo of him and the girls they insisted he take, of course some jackets and sunglasses he was looking at in person, photos of adorable animals he encountered on the streets. one question remained persistent — where were the photos of you he had saved? she’s seen him look down at his phone to peek at your texts, saving the selfies you sent him. caesar snuck a glimpse of his phone in her peripheral, pictures of you with a treat, or holding up a peace sign with a mutual friend. she couldn’t deny the smile that spread across his face, despite whatever you and him were.
but, extraordinarily enough, his camera roll was terribly boring. her thumb scrolled further, noting the organized folders on his phone. “friends,” “cute,” and an unnamed one. if only caesar’s snooping stopped there.
mindlessly, half expecting nothing, the barrage of photos and videos loaded. so this is where he kept everything he had of you? how adorable. caesar chuckled to herself at the occasional dumb photo of either you or him, there was a striking one of him in pigtails. his face was red with embarrassment, arms crossed and pouting like a fussy child, his hair in two short and choppy pigtails on each side of his head. that was surely a look. the next picture was a selfie of you and him with ice cream, he didn’t know he had a bit on his face while taking it.
the photos ranged from photos of you beaming next to an adorable kitten, to sultry photos you sent him late at night, pictures of you on his lap, images of you kissing him. okay, now she should put his phone down and pretend she never saw anything. nope, never touched it, didn’t look at all. the nagging voice in her head demanded she keep looking, intrigue getting the best of her. it was cute, she thought, what’s the harm?
the next swipes displayed a string of lewd photos back-to-back, some of you in a suggestive pose or kissing his neck.
oh my god.
oh. my. god.
she kicked herself internally for not putting his phone down earlier, nearly choking on her own spit. there it was, on his phone screen, a video of his dick right in front of your face. thankfully the volume was lowered, she pressed the side button a few times just in case, silencing it entirely. the video continued to play, your head in his lap as he sat on the edge of his bed, your body to the side as he held the phone down to capture the lewd sight at an entirely different angle. you slapped his shaft against your cheek a few times, giggling with amusement as his heavy cock made brief contact with your skin. after a few strokes, you ran your tongue down his length, making your way back up with a kiss to the tip. your tongue jutted back out to give a few more licks to the slit, licking up as much pre-cum as you could.
lighter’s free hand cupped your cheek, stroking the jawbone on the side of your face that you previously teased him with. his thumb then pulled the fat of your lip, bringing it down with a motion before letting it go. you eagerly swallowed his cock, only managing to take in a good few inches. lighter’s arm draped around your neck and shoulders, allowing you to suck his dick with no assistance. caesar looked around a few times, ensuring she was totally alone before upping the volume enough for only her to hear.
immediately, she could hear the lewd noises of your tongue and mouth working, your dominant hand stroking the base of his shaft as your lips managed the rest. lighter gave a few gentle praises, urging you further, his low groan ringing in her ears as you gagged trying to take more than you could handle. the video ended after you came up for a breath, stroking his cock as it rested by your cheek, your gaze loving and playful. it glistened with a thick sheen of spit.
with a shaky thumb, she swiped over to the next video. this one was filmed by you, angling the camera downwards enough. it looked like you two were in missionary, lighter on top of you. his voice could be heard, hand ungloved as it snaked down to stroke his cock a few times. he didn't have his jacket on anymore, either, sporting a shirtless look. his body was incredibly scarred, but his skin carried its own handsome charm. she could decipher the last few words he said, “— relax, i’ve got you. ‘kay?”
her eyes flicked down to you, as his hand moved to pull your underwear out of the way. he didn’t even bother taking them off, tucking them in the junction of your thigh and pussy. everything from the midriff down was exposed as you kept your legs spread open for him. your breathing was labored and shallow, likely from arousal. his hand tugged you closer to him, lining himself up with you. as he slid in, he pressed his hand onto the skin over your womb, applying a firm pressure. caesar could hear your cries, whiny and needy, his thumb immediately offering a semblance of comfort by dragging along your clit. his other hand grabbed the underside of your thigh, starting to pull out. his movements were loving and deliberate, attentive to your moans and shakes. your hands struggled to keep his phone stable as he picked up the pace, “you’re doing amazing, keep taking me.”
the video after was in a different position, his phone returned back to its original owner. the other hand held your arm back as he plowed into you from behind, face down and ass up. only your sobs of pleasure and the sound of skin against skin could be heard. his camera was angled perfectly to capture the unfiltered action, his cock sliding in and out of you with ample ease. with a grunt, he pulled your arm again, fucking into you with brutal thrusts. caesar never heard lighter curse that much in a few seconds, not even when he was seething with unbridled rage or injured and battered. “fuck, yeah, you like that? i know you do. goddamn tight, can’t live without this dick.”
the next video had another angle, his phone propped up against something presumably on his nightstand. lighter had both hands on your hips now, rocking your body back and forth as he dragged his hips in and out of your cunt. she could hear the bed frame below you two creaking and thudding against the wall. he was hunched over you, muttering in your ear between breaths, some words unsavory and vulgar, others sweet and encouraging. “need me? you need me to fuck you? you’re doing so good. you won’t let go of me, even if i tried to pull out.” his chest and abs were covered in sweat, locks dampened from the intensity. his lips trailed kisses from your ear, varying in intensity as they went down your neck. he nipped the skin, sucking it with feverish passion, biting your earlobe as he tugged at the hair above the nape of your neck. lighter pulled tightly, savoring your throaty mewl, “you love me? you love it when i fuck you? come for me. show me how much you love it.”
you muttered a few unintelligible words, grabbing at the sheets beneath you as your body shook with fervor, tears welling in your eyes with each helpless moan. lighter pulled harder, fingers intertwined deeply in your hair. in an instant, you trembled harder and cried out. wiggling your hips back and forth, seeking sensation to ride out your orgasm. lighter pulled your head back by the hair, spine arching as he pulled you up, knees still on the bed. you sobbed at the loss of his length inside you, suddenly feeling empty. lighter whispered in your ear, panting and flushed, stroking himself quickly. “that’s it, let me hear you, can’t help but come on my cock.”
with a final, deep stroke, lighter came on the lower part of your back right below the arch. your shoulder blades were flush against his chest. caesar paused the video, heat much more noticeable on her face and through her body. her cheeks were burning red, heart racing at the taboo of watching two people have sex. people she would argue she knows quite well. she closed out of his camera roll and put his phone down, turning it off.
the carnal lust in those videos she saw just couldn’t leave her. should she return his phone, or take a cold shower? should she leave it be, or mention she saw them having sex on his phone? no, no, nothing! don’t say a word at all. she didn’t see anything, she didn’t look through anything compromising. caesar sat in silence for a few more moments, processing what she had just discovered, jumping in her seat as lighter returned.
“hey, did you see my phone?” he approached her as she sat, his phone still in front of her on the table, “oh, there it is. thanks, boss.” lighter didn’t seem to notice her pale and clammy complexion, easily going about his business, unlocking it to send a text.
“yup.” caesar could only muster an uncharacteristically weak thumbs up.
A/n: I hate Tumblr app making saving drafts difficult now cause I keep accidentally pressing post publicly. Had to delete three near empty drafts because of this yesterday. God dammit.
Also, these are just my personal smut headcanons for these characters I favor so please keep that in mind, sorry if any of it seems too OOC. Also idk what to title this oneshot.
Pairing: AFAB/Female Reader x Lighter, Manato, Yidhari, Trigger, Hugo, Lycaon, Astra, Evelyn, Yanagi, Miyabi, Yixuan, Ye Shunguang, Ye Shiyuan, Cecilia, Jane Doe, Cissia, Severian, Damian ft Yhao
CW: 21+MATURE NSFW CONTENT INSIDE SUCH AS EXPLICT SMUT, KINKS, AND ETC. SO MDNI!
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Your body is constantly smothered by hickies, welts, claw marks and handprints. Being in your own harem in New Eridu has its perks.
Trigger feeling the tremors in your legs as she nimbly bends and folds around your trembling self as her swelling ass rubs your gorging face while she eats you out between your twitching legs. Her flexible self would not cease squeezing her thighs and rear against you in all the right places.
Hugo littering deep bites in your neck, almost like a vampire would, but making sure not to draw blood. He'd test out whether you cum more from his gloves or his bare hands as he stuffs his appendage up your dripping pussy. His intimate kisses let you taste yourself from his velvety lips.
Astra never stops teasing you in your ear as her lipstick smooches decorate your body draped in her lace and pearls, her nuzzles in your breasts and fondling your ass makes you squirm and flustered to which she giggles on how cute you are.
Evelyn binding you in quite the shibari position, having you laying on your stomach, blindfolded, as her heels decorate your back. She'd carefully use her whip on your ass. If the sting is too much, then her gloved hands will use your sore bum as bongos.
Yidhari's tendrils suspend you mid air, already stuffing all your holes. Drool spills down down your face as you choke on the big one filling your throat. Another suction cups your clit. Your folds and asshole won't stop fluttering and squeezing the ones now milked up by you. Yidhari's hands stimulat her own chest and pussy as she watched you with blushing endearment, finding this inspiration for a future explicit story to write.
Manato would not stop wagging his tail as you makeout with his scarred pecs and abs as his arms squeeze you tight up against him. However, him raw dogging your ass while scratching up your thighs and hips would come, his heat would last for hours.
Lycaon would be more gracious when claiming you. His claws would not stop kneading your cleavage and pinching your nubs between his nails while his furry schlong ruts in and out of your nether regions as he spooned you from behind. He doesn't mind you tugging on his collar to keep him close even as he bites your neck and shoulders through the mating session.
Yanagi litters your face with kisses as she cuddles you. She goes pink as she uses your face as her seat, her own thighs trembling as you drown from her essence. Her electric spark makes your limbs spasm, succumbing to her influence as her smooth praises have you going puddy in her now stained palms.
Miyabi does step on you when you ask her too. Her heels have the right amount of pressure to mark your face. But her hands rub and massage your marred expression. Her cooling abilities soothe you. Stimulating your mounds meant kitten licks to thaw the ice, warming your chest up with her thoroughness, letting you feel her fox ears throughout it.
Yixuan uses her ink esque techniques, painting your body as her canvas as she rides your lap. Her hitting your pressure points help you go lax while her boobs suffocate your face. Her mystic energies pulse like living fingers in your caverns, adding to elevating your carnal releases to pair well with her inky decorum.
Ye Shunguang would not stop fussing over you as her fluffy tail wrapped possessively around you as she rubs herself against your crotch, matching your pants and moans with your own in messy kisses, praising you for everything she adores about you.
Ye Shiyuan knots himself in your very womb, making sure you're cream filled with his seed, whether with tenderness or as his darker persona, his furry tail would not stop curling around your leg as he spasmed in your walls, muttering claims in your neck as teeth marks decorate your throat.
Cecilia's maternal instincts come out. Her MILF energies have you feeding off her titty milk, nearly suffocating as her melons squish your stuffed cheeks. She doesn't hesitate to let your pussy rub all over her chest. Her rewarding kisses come with shy mewls as you lap up the mess you made.
Damian's arrogant face crumples into a groaning mess as you blowjobbed him, slobbering all over the leather couch seat, his hand taking a fistful of your hair to help you bob your head up and down to meet his deprived thrusts. Yhao watches while lounging about, smacking your bum, making comments on the side.
Jane Doe cuffs you, hogtied you even for her examination, her nails teasing your neck, spine, and holes as she stripped and tore off your bearings, her sultry tone already making you wet for her, taking her time in fingering your flaps with her digits and tail end. She petted your head, praising you for being so good for her as she sat on her legs, keeping your head between her thighs as she let you feast, still fingering you.
Cissia's snake tail anxiously rubs between your breasts, in between your thighs, even up your ass. Clinging to you as her mumbles her rants about her low paying job and demon lord of a boss all while she devours every inch of yummy snack and/or food staining your body. You're a whimpering, moaning mess as she drools and sucks all over you, making sure not to prick you.
Severian having you in the full Nelson sex position is one example of him surprising you with what he's fully capable of. The Pub Sec commissioner stakes his claim on you, his grip firm enough to hold your legs just right to plug up your core as he jack hammered in you, ensuring his seed hits its mark.
Lighter's scarred hands never stop caressing you, flexing his muscles cradling your sweet form, making out with you, draping your legs over his shoulders, gobbling your boobs while the evident bulge in your tummy has him spilling his entire load in many times over, all while his iconic red scarf binds your hands above your head.
Gorging on several cocks with your quivering lips, some swollen tips smeared with pre cum smacking into your soiled cheeks as you try not choking as you take on too much at once.
Your moist legs spread out as the ladies hands massage your sore tooshie while their lips and mouths gorge on your puffy swollen folds that won't stop quivering and leaking.
So many hands running through your unkempt hair as you got on your hands and knees like the obedient pet you are for them all.
