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
Youre stuck with Billy in a ferris wheel whatever will you do!!
In honor of him getting an s-rank version soon. Sorry its kind of buns this was done on adrenaline and the realization that theres not a lot of content for him. No warnings.
"Whoa-ho-ho! I can see the video store from here!"
Billy's face was pressed against the glass of the ferris wheel, pointing every little thing he spotted, "Oh hey there's Nicole! And Anby! And...oops false alarm."
You were comfortably next to him, nodding along to all his little observations. This was actually the 5th time on this ride. You felt like you knew how to operate it at this point. For a robot, Billy had surprisingly convincing puppy eyes. It worked, every single time, without fail. The rest of the cunning hares were suddenly afraid of heights it seemed. Additionally, they kept trying to make you confess. Confess what exactly, you hadn't the slightest clue. You and Billy were buddies. That was all. Even if your heart stuttered at every interaction, it was probably a friendly stutter.
"...so it went flying and the biggest fattest 'whooshing' sound was made and I was like no way! But it was so way! Get what I mean?"
"Yes Billy," he was seated back next to you instead of head first in the glass, "you told me this on the 3rd ferris wheel ride, remember?"
"Oh, I did, eheh..." he sheepishly scratched his neck, realizing how many times he's dragged you into the ride with him, "it's just such an awesome story!"
You smile and nod, "Only cause you're the one telling it," you nudge his shoulder, "stories without your pizzaz are boring."
He puffs his chest, "Aw, of course they are! No one tells it like--"
The ferris wheel abruptly stopped, causing Billy to launch forward rather dramatically. You held onto your seat tight, safely avoiding a smack like his, "Woah hey, you good?"
You grab his collar from behind and peel him back to the seat. He splutters for a second, "What was that!"
"I think we're stuck," you take a peek down below, "just our luck, the very top..."
"Really? Sick!"
You glare at him. An announcement was made that the ferris wheel was facing a small issue. Great, this timing was exactly what you needed. Alone in an enclosed, close proximity area with a friend that was definitely starting to feel like someone you wanted more from.
"Hey, hey turn that frown upside down," he wrapped an arm around your shoulder when you sat back down, "at least you're stuck with me and not some stranger right?"
"Y--yeah, lucky."
You'd take the stranger. He was dangerously close. Your heart was about to rip itself out of your body and cuddle up to him. Your frown was evident, and Billy hated that. The only expression he wanted plastered on your face was a positive one. He loved making you laugh and smile, you did that a lot around him, he noticed. Definitely not staring, that'd be weird.
"Uh, sorry for forcing you to ride it with me like a million times," he took his arm off, "for what it's worth I'm glad it's you that I'm stuck with!"
He points finger guns at you, a laugh escaping. It was a small one, but to Billy it was a huge success, "I guess that's comforting. Thanks Billy."
He loved hearing you say his name, it always rolled off your tongue perfectly. Weirdly enough he didn't feel that way when anyone else did it.
"No problemo," he winked, "what should we do now..." his fingers tapped rhythmically against the window, but you were having a small crisis. Nicole was definitely onto something. Or on something. Probably both. His arm was around you, he winked at you. He just looked at you and it was enough to send you tk a hospital. Now's definitely an awful time to confess, if he said no then you're stuck for god knows how long up here with awkward air. If he said yes then...you had no idea but you do know that smile threatened to spread when you thought about it.
Screw it, just ask his type. No, he'll say Monica. Or starlight knights. Or Monica as Starlight Knights. Or--
"What's your type?"
"What's my what?"
"Your type. Like, in a partner?"
He tilted his head. You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn't notice his arm was right behind you while he asked the most dangerous question of all. Two options, lie or describe him to a tee. The secret third option was to jump out.
"Why...do you wanna know?"
"Just to pass time," he shrugged, "I'll tell you mine!"
"Oh please you're just gonna say Monica."
"You'll only know if you answer," he wiggled his eyebrows, "come onnnn."
You hesitated, "I've never really thought about it, but maybe a friend," you began, "they should be funny, energetic, kind, uh..." those were vague enough. But a part of you wanted to risk it.
"What about appearance?"
You looked the opposite direction and swiftly took in a deep breath, "In...Intelligent Construct...I guess?"
Billy was completely motionless. It was a little scary when you looked back. He's normally moving constantly. Leg shaking, arms motioning, but this? Absolute stillness? Honestly scarier than facing ethereals.
"B--Billy? Are you okay?"
You wave a hand in front of him, shifting in your seat to face him, "Could you respond? You're kinda freaking me out."
"...do you know other robots?"
The question came out quietly, which was a shocker for the boisterous Billy, "Uhm, Banyue I guess..?"
He immediately straightened at your answer, arms moving around, "W-wait but he's not energetic! It's gotta be someone else right?"
Was he trying to figure out who you liked? Hold on, he hadn't already figured out who you liked? You were a flustered mess before but frustration quickly took over at the absurdity of him not being able to figure it out. You knew a total of two Intelligent Constructs, one which you've had one conversation with, and Billy.
"Billy. Think about it."
"What? Think about what?"
"Oh my god."
"Seriously, what other robots are energetic and funny? I don't even know that many!"
"Billy!"
"What!"
"It's obviously you," you gesture to him with both hands, "you're my type, how did you not get that!"
"Well sorry I wasn't sure if you just happened to have another robot-- I'm your type?"
He shot towards you with a finger pointed at himself in disbelief, "Me? Billy? This Billy?"
"Dude, what other Billy is there?"
"Hey shouldn't you be swooning over me right now?"
"What are you talking...about..."
The realization dawned on you. That was a confession. You just confessed. While stuck in a ferris wheel 80 feet in the air.
"I'm...yeah," you look down, the floor suddenly more interesting.
"...don't you wanna know my type?"
"Huh."
The ferris wheel began moving again. An announcement was made, but it fell on deaf ears.
"My type is someone who likes listening to me, laughs at my jokes, smiles at every stupid thing I do, gets mad at me when I don't get the obvious and...human?"
He described you. That was basically him reciprocating. You were starstruck, "Sounds an awful lot like me."
"Wow you're quick," his eyebrows shot up, "I added in human so it was more obvious you know?"
"Of course you did," you smile at him with all the softness you could muster, "should've started with that."
You lift your hand and rest it on his cheek, he bristles at the sensation before leaning into it with shut eyes.
"I could get used to--"
"Hey lovebirds!"
Both of you jumped at Nicole's voice, forgetting that you were, in fact, still in a ferris wheel. You ripped your hand from Billy's face and sprang up. He joined in after a few seconds of processing that you needed to get off the ride.
"Uhm, would you like to go another round?" The worker asked with a tired face.
"Wait for real?"
"No! Thank you!"
Later that night, Billy paid up his 50 dennies to Nicole for the 'go on the ferris wheel multiple times till you can confess' idea.
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…”
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
Could you ask for a little story where Billy tries to impress a female reader with his new design?
Something adorable like a date where Billy brags about the greatness of his new design (avoiding saying that he likes the reader) It would be very pleasant and satisfactory for me if I could fulfill this 🙇
anon your request was so cute i had to deliver!! billy would absolutely do this. he is not subtle. he is so not subtle.
Just a Starlight Knight Passing Through (Your Heart)
(domestic, fluff, f!reader)
The café table wobbles slightly when Billy sets his elbow on it, leaning forward with the kind of barely-contained energy that suggests he has been waiting, well, very, very impatiently, to say something important.
He doesn't say it right away, though. He picks up his drink. Takes a sip. Sets it down. Glances away at the street like something out there is suddenly very interesting.
You wait.
"So" he starts.
"So..." you echo.
"You noticed anything... different?"
You look at him. Really look. The new silhouette is hard to miss. The Starlight Knight aesthetic that used to live mostly in his head now lives on him, woven into every polished detail: the upgraded armor, the clean geometric lines, the red scarf draped over his shoulder like it was designed specifically to catch the afternoon light. Which, honestly, it might have been.
"Hm" you say. "Your scarf's new."
Billy makes a sound caught somewhere between indignant and pleased. "My scarf? That's what you're leading with? The scarf?"
"It's very red."
"It's— okay yes, the scarf is great, the scarf is a key element of the whole look, but—" He gestures at himself broadly, an expansive sweep that encompasses the full picture. "I mean. Come on."
"You look nice~" you say, which is both the truth and a deliberate understatement, because watching Billy try to fish for a compliment without asking for one is one of your favorite things in this world.
He makes a face. "Nice. Nice. You know what the Starlight Knights say about 'nice'? Nothing. They don't say anything about 'nice' because 'nice' is not in the vocabulary."
"What is in the vocabulary?"
"Incredible!" he says immediately. "Legendary! Cool beyond measure! Stuff like that!" A pause. "I'm just saying, objectively, the new design has a lot going for it. This isn't even opinion. This is? this is data."
You rest your chin in your hand. "Give me the data, then."
Billy was clearly waiting for this. He sits up straighter.
"Okay, first—" He taps the pauldron on his shoulder, and there is unmistakable pride in the gesture, something almost shy behind the bravado if you know where to look. "The upgrade isn't just cosmetic. The whole loadout got a serious overhaul. The girls—" He pats his hip, where his revolvers sit. "—are running better than ever. Better range, better output. Not that they were ever bad, obviously."
"Obviously."
"Second—" He touches the scarf, just briefly, just with his fingertips. Something quieter moves across whatever expression Billy's faceplate is capable of carrying. "The red scarf. That's....it means something, actually. It's not just a scarf."
You don't push. You just let the silence hold open like a door.
"It's from back when I was with the Sons of Calydon," he continues, a little more slowly. "I gave mine to someone before I left. Didn't think I'd get another one. But." He clears his throat, which shouldn't be possible for a machine, but Billy has always been impressively human in the ways that count. "Anyway. Point is..... it's a good scarf. Symbolically. Aesthetically. All of it."
"It suits you." you say, and this time you mean it plainly, without the tease.
Billy goes quiet for a moment. You catch the slight adjustment in the way he's sitting, shoulders just barely less square, some small defense dropping.
"Yeah." he says. "Yeah, I think it does."
The afternoon light shifts through the café window and catches him perfectly — the scarf, the clean lines, the boy underneath all that polished armor who wanted nothing more his whole life than to be something worthy of the heroes he loved. And here he is. Finally.
"Third point," he says, rallying. "The motorcycle."
"There's a motorcycle?!"
"There is a motorcycle." And the pride in his voice then is enormous and entirely genuine, every trace of affected cool evaporated. "Brand new, fully integrated into the combat system. I know, I know — already cooler than everything you were imagining."
"I wasn't imagining anything—"
"You were imagining something. It's okay. The motorcycle earns it." He leans in again, conspiratorial now, that particular Billy energy that makes everything feel like a shared secret. "Between you and me? When Nicole saw the invoice she made a noise I've never heard come out of a human being. But she approved it. Which means she also knows it was worth it."
"She definitely approved it for the sake of the team."
"She approved it because it looks amazing and you know it! He points at you. "You agree. Don't pretend you don't agree."
"I didn't say anything."
"You smiled."
You school your expression back to neutral. He is entirely too perceptive for someone who spends half his time quoting a children's superhero show.
"My face does whatever it wants." you tell him.
"Yeah, well." Billy leans back, arms crossed, one corner of his posture settling into something loose and content that you have learned to recognize as him at his happiest. "Your face was agreeing with me. The data is conclusive."
The afternoon stretches warm and easy between you, and Billy goes on about the Starlight Knights, about the upgrade, about some episode he re-watched four times this week.
And you listen, and watch the red scarf move when he gestures, and think that he never once says I wanted you to see this or I thought about you when I got it or anything so direct as that.
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?
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.
