HEY !! we're ZansVer (zans, silver, & lucien), we take requests for writing n stuff.
if ever you're thinking of havin some losers write bout your horny ideas/brainrots, we're here !!
✐ ++ what we'll write: obsessive traits (stalking, perverted behavior), age gap (consenting adults), multiple persons (gangbang, double pen), toxic relationships, feminization, somnophilia, male/gn/fem reader, biting, edging, dom/sub & top/bot dynamics, omegaverse, angst, bsdm, blood play & knife play, monster fucking, size diff, public sex/exhibitionism, voyeurism, praise kink, degrading kink, hate sex, afab, amab & no mentioned genitals, anal, oral, and many more
﹗﹗ -- what we won't write: illegal shit (minor x adult, sexualizing minors, r@pe, incestuous relationships, etc), race play, age play, piss/scat kink, just.. ykw.
✎ ++ fandoms we write for: degrees of lewdity, genshin impact, honkai star rail, tokyo revengers (future & adult characters), alien stage, creepypastas, who made me a princess, bungou stray dogs, obey me, that's not my neighbor, jujutsu kaisen, hazbin hotel, twisted wonderland, and ellie williams.
summary,, kylar is desperate! very desperate! and.. you're making fun of him!?
contains: 2nd pov, gn!reader, masturbating with your underwear, handjobs, voice play??? if that's a thing, sadistic/masochistic dynamics, edging probably, kinda ass, idk
note; I also think kylar would be into eating ass ngl
fuck, jerking off to your underwear wasn't enough for him.
in your room, he was on the bed, sitting on his knees. in his left hand laid a piece of fabric— in the shape of.. underwear?, his hand wrapped around his shaft, his strokes sloppy and desperate.
your scent was driving him insane, like.. an aphrodisiac that you naturally emitted. every sniff he took, his strokes became even more feverish, and much faster than the last.
kylar bit the hem of his shirt, his drool soaked the fabric as his lips trembled. the room was filled with his soft panting and sniffing, his warm breaths made the air around him feel hot and heavy.
sweat trickled down his cheek as he stroked himself vigorously, pretending it was your hand wrapped around his pathetic, leaking length. his teeth released his shirt, letting the fabric fall down and cover his midriff.
"f-fuck— ah.." his breath hitched, his hand pumping frantically. precum beaded from his tip, trickling down and coating his own fingers. your name rolled off his tongue like a chant.
his moans bounced off the walls, the whimpers, the squelching that came from repeatedly thrusting into his own hand— if anyone was directly outside your room, surely they would..
he didn't care enough to be sneaky about it anymore— hell, if he was caught by you, right here, right now.. he doesn't know if he could hold his cum back.
you were driving him crazy, ignoring him, those times you'd walk with another guy.. it's like you knew it would make him jealous.
"n-ngh.. why aren't you mine yet..? I've.. given you my all.." kylar sniffled. his left hand lowered, draping his precum-slicked length with your underwear. gradually, the fabric grew darker in color, and awfully damp..
his fingers grew tighter around himself, his hips bucking frantically into his own hands— his vision became blurry with the tears of his own maddening jealousy, and pleasure.. his cum erupted from his cock, caught by the damp fabric in his hands.
Kylar let out a shaky breath, as he wiped the rest of his messy release onto your garments. a slight grin of satisfaction crept up to his lips at the sight— one day, he'll cover your underwear in cum too.. with you wearing them, he thought to himself.
just as kylar was busy fantasizing and daydreaming about cumming with you, in you, and on you— the door creaked open. the sudden noise in the eerie silence of his finish made him jump, his hold on your garments tightening, his own cum dripping from his palm..
it was you, still in the university's uniform, wide eyed. he felt your gaze wandering on his skin— staring at his half-naked form, propped up on your bed, with his soft dick laying on your covers. the way your eyes roamed on him, finally noticing him.. even in a negative situation, it made him hard again.
"I-I can explai—"
.. he was back into position on the bed, but this time, he was sat between your legs, your hand on his twitching length, it was begging for a break..
your lazy strokes coaxed it back to its hardness, standing shamelessly from being caught. Kylar's back pressed against your chest, leaning against you deliberately. the cum-soaked garment now lying on the floor forgotten.. he's got the better one now.
"g-gah.. mmh.. your hands feel so good—" Kylar moaned, his hands pawing at your thighs, squeezing and caressing as he subconsciously bucked his hips into your grasp..
"not so eager now, this's s'posed to be a punishment." your legs curled over his, pinning him in place. a whine left his lips at the denial of friction, your grip holding him steady. "you're the freak who's been stealing my underwear, haven't you?" you pinched his cheek roughly, the red, flustered skin molding to your fingers.
"that's such loser behaviour.." you snickered, releasing his cheek from between your index and thumb.. your fingers began to caress his aching cheek. your tracing of his jawline was undeniably intimate, if it weren't for the malicious grin that gave him shivers.
kylar's eyes were dead set into yours, his green eyes piercing through your own. eyes were the window to the soul— and his soul was filthy, murky, and absolutely hopeless. you couldn't help but lick your lips in delight, drinking in the debauched sight.
"you were moaning so loud, like you were just begging for me to catch you. I bet you were imagining it, right?" your husky voice clearly had an effect on him— his fluids dripping over your fingers, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. every single thing he did, it just fueled your sadistic pleasure.
"a-ah, yes, I was imagining it— I was.. I was jerking off, imagining my hand was yours!" kylar's whiny voice felt like music to your ears, his hips squirming beneath your dominating hold.
you tightened your grasp on his leaking dick, a chuckle of amusement leaving your curved lips. "pff.. you're reaaaally that desperate for this?" the pad of your thumb circling his slit.
"stroke my ego a bit more, and maybe I'll give you what you're craving.." your lips brushed against the inside of his ear. he felt your lips move— the soft flesh curving into an even wider grin, teasing and mischievous.
Kylar gasped sharply, "f-fuck, please.. I'm so close—" his voice breathy as he begged. his brows furrowed, his eyes fluttered open and shut. his tears welling up at the edges of his eyes, his lips continuing his plethora of whiny pleading.
a sigh left your lips, as your fingers loosened around him. "hmm.. I'm not feeling it, Ky." your fingers tapped against his throbbing veins, touching them with almost delicate precision, it left Kylar on edge.
"m-mmh.. just like that— just a little more, please.." Kylar's eyes closed, his lips trembling as he felt your gentle touch all over himself— he felt goosebumps cover his limbs, the back of his head feeling warm and fuzzy..
the next he opened his eyes was when you tightened your hold on him again, stroking his dick. he could hear your laugh erupting in his ears—
it took him a while to realize you were milking him like a cow.
your fingers squeezed him like a vice, his cum splattering and staining your bedsheets.. and you were just laughing in his ear. "fuck, look at all that.. you're so damn pent up, just for lil ol' me?" biting your lip, your upper half leaned forward, pressing against his back.
"thats it.. just unload for me." a soft sigh left your lips at the sight of the white liquid spurting and dripping on your sheets. your legs loosened on him as you went all out— with this sudden freedom, he finally let loose, thrusting and bucking up against your fist. "h-haa.. your fingers feel so nice, mmh.. I'm.. ah.. can't stop.."
he kept rutting like a dog in your palms, until he'd come undone like pulling a thread. he ended up panting and huffing, his hips subconsciously moving to relish the friction only he'd find in your hands.
hell, he'd never cum that hard since he was watching you masturbate from the camera in his plushie gift. what?
"naughty boy, cumming all over my sheets like an untrained dog. you oughta be disciplined, don't you, boy?" your free hand grasped him by the shoulders, pushing his upper body back against yours in a firm grip. your fingers reached down, scooping up a dollop of his release
"b-but you.. mmh.." Kylar spoke, before you shoved your fingers into his parted lips. he instinctively recoiled— but faced with the planes of your front.. fuck, he'd rather just sink into you. his tongue sucked your fingers further into his mouth, dousing your digits in his saliva.
"dogs don't talk, y'know.." you stuck your fingers knuckles-deep in his wet cavern— stopping his whines and whimpers before they even come out. "your punishment for being a nosy pervert and staining my sheets doesn't stop here, you bad boy."
summary,, passing out in the middle of the battlefield isn't a good idea, it can lead you to be imprisoned by the enemy demon prince, who's interested in watching elven warriors being unraveled and disheveled.. he takes a special liking to you.
contains: (afab)reader x oc, ugh LONG.. non-human characters (elf, demon), no explicit gender mention(2ndpov), dubcon— coercion, aphrodisiac..???, kinks?— bloodplay, marking, a bit of magical curses, and oc is a capital b bitch 💔, I get whimsical and really bored by the smut part it was taking too long
an. idk I felt the need to post,,, I'm craving oviposition next
"Ngh—!" A pained moan escaped between your gritted teeth, as the cold contact of the shackles around your neck knocked some sense back into your head.
You passed out in the middle of the warzone, between the moonlit elves and the abyssal demons.
You weren't awake to witness which side emerged victorious, you could only hope that Syvis, Firae, and the other elves are at least well.
The room was cold— but the tension was heavy. The place you woke up in was dark, and kept away from the outside world.
The only source of light was a lantern, hanging on the ceiling. Even so, the light was dim, barely giving you vision.
That was when the metal bars scratched together, and the door to your enclosure opened. The footsteps came closer, until he came into the dimmed light.
Asrael— the prince of the abyss, as they called him. A ruthless demon who has a heart of darkness, that's who he was to you.
You barely even noticed the shackles that restrained you— around your neck, arms, and legs. Your clothes were replaced with rags, and even those barely made an effort to cover your body.
you could only imagine the horrors he could do to you. your mind clouded with fear, as you glared at him with defiance. you had to hold your ground, even if he may have you captured now.
the demon in front of you crossed his arms, a sadistic smirk came on his face. he looked down on you, in your dirty rags for clothes. just the sight of you, trying so hard to intimidate him, made his grin wider.
the thought of the struggle you'd put up against him, once you realize what he'll do to you.
he picked up the boundless chain that led to the shackles around your neck. he wrapped it around his knuckle, securing it in a tight grip. one small tug, and it would've brought you against the cemented ground in a harsh fall.
instead, he pulled you upward, getting you off your knees. his eyes followed every small movement you made while you struggled to stand on your aching feet, until you came face to face with him.
".. this, this is what my troops struggled against?" he spoke, his raspy voice echoed through your cell, and the hall you were confined in. two measly demons stood behind the bars, not daring to enter.
his cold hand reached out, and grabbed you by your face, turning your head left, and right. he observed your reactions with a steady face, as opposed to his previous look of amusement.
"you look as frail as a flower, elf. are you really the elven kingdom's feared warrior? I find it hard to believe," he chuckled, leaning close. his thumb brushed over your lower lip, the touch feigning affection, but truly meant something akin to mockery—
"ha.. aren't I so lucky, capturing a beauty like you? say, if I were to give my incubi a temporary form of sustenance, wouldn't I be a good prince?" he sneered, releasing your face roughly. he let the implication hang in the air, staring down at you, watching your brows furrowed with hatred and disgust.
"ah, but that doesn't sound like me at all." Asrael spun himself around theatrically, shrugging his shoulders. a soft hum left his lips, tapping his chin as he was 'deep in thought'..
"I think.. it's about time I have my own slave," he suddenly declared, placing his hands on his hips. the lower demons below him gasped in shock. they didn't expect it either— they've been told to keep a strict eye on you, after all.
"Prince, you cannot declare such a thing in such short notice—" one of the two spoke up, trying to dissuade Asrael from his own recklessness. the other one shot up another reason, "Prince, your father might also become upset if you disregard his wariness!—" Asrael raised both of his hands, silencing the two upon the simplest gesture.
"zip it, I know what I'm doing." his tone shifted from its previous playfulness, lowering to a hiss. he clicked his teeth, and began to walk past the two lower demons. he stopped in his tracks before he stepped a foot out of your cell. "I want them delivered to my chambers. have them cleaned, and dressed nicely." he ordered the two, before abruptly leaving.
. . .
after an hour or two of struggling against the castle servants trying to clean, and prepare you to meet Asrael in his quarters, you're finally ready. dressed in a silk robe, and god awful lingerie underneath.. don't forget your lovely accessories, those shackles around your neck, wrists, and ankles.
after being roughly handled.. example of which is, dragged, pushed, pulled, and everything in the definition of it.. you stood face to face with the door to Asrael's quarters. you couldn't stall this moment any longer— you had to face him, and whatever cruel punishments he could muster up in his twisted mind.
the doors pushed open, and there Asrael stood with a book in hand— a thick one, with gold lining around the cover. his head raised when he heard the door pushed wide. he closed the book in hand, and walked over with a smile.
"look at you.. a white canvas for me to taint." he grinned, his hands held behind his back. ".. don't you mean paint?" your brows furrowed with confusion, but he simply chuckled with underlying mischief. he said what he meant.
the soft jingling of small metal objects came from his back. he slowly raised his left hand, holding a ring with only two rusty keys. he spun them around his finger, before catching it in his palm.
"normal sex would be boring, wouldn't it? I figured I'd make it more exciting for us both," he ran his tongue over his teeth, taking his sweet time with his fang. he crossed his arms, hiding the ring in his pocket. "how about this.. you do understand that my army has taken many of your elven kin. both their lives, and as prisoner."
you saw the way he looked at you when he spoke. disdain, rubbing it into an open wound with salt— your open wound, with his words. encapsulating the strength he holds above you, in this position.
you felt your blood begin to boil, your fingers curling into your palm painfully, as you bit the inner flesh of your own cheek.
"oh, baby. don't get your panties in a twist just yet. I'm not done talking," he waves off your anger with a flick of his wrist. he closes, and sets the book aside before standing. he strips off his robes, and places it on the backrest of the chair he was just sitting on.
he runs his hands through his hair, a soft sigh leaving his violet lips. he leaned forward, and grabbed your lips firmly, pulling you close. you stood chest to chest with the demon prince— he watched your expression shift with sick amusement.
"hn.. seeing your brows furrow when you're confused, it's adorable. cute." he mused, cocking his head to the side. his eyes ran over your facial features, just admiring the way your cheeks flushed with anger, and rage. his favorite emotions to feed off of.
"fuck, it turns me on." his hands shifted from your hips, to full on grabbing your ass, grinding himself forward on you— letting you feel just how hard he was, just from seeing you, touching you..
when you tried to push your shackled arms against his chest to get away from him, he only pulled you even closer, staring you dead in the eye. "hey. quit that," he sounded.. pretty whiny about that one.
his eyes widened, like he was struck with an idea. not a good one. "say, if you stop struggling now.. I'll remove those shackles." he raised his hand again, dangling the keys in your face. "you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
your eyes focused on the keys, and the keys only. he's playing with your freedom like a maniac, and he knows it.
".. you know, with your disappearance, you've stirred a bunch of trouble amongst elves. they're so vulnerable, I'm itching to destroy them from the inside-out." he leaned closer, his lips brushing against the lobe of your ear.
"you wouldn't." you muttered, with barely concealed anger. he brought his hand up to your face, his fingers deliberately grazing your cheek. "oh, I would." he replied, his tone dripping with mischief, while he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.
"just a quick one.. please? in exchange for these keys, and the safety of your kingdom. just a small, small thing.." he purred, his hands tracing small circles across your back. the feel of his claws threatening to rip the thin fabric of silk from your body.. it sent a shiver down your spine.
when he felt your arms begin to weaken its resistance against his chest— he knew he'd finally convinced you. he handled you rather carefully, like a delicate, porcelain doll. slowly, did he drop you onto the firm mattress. his palm cupped the back of your head, while the other rested on the underside of your knee.
he lifted your leg to rest above his shoulder, while he looked over you. he finally placed that hand on either side of your head, his breath becoming heavier, almost rivaling the silent tension. his hardness pressed against your core— his hips grinding forward into you.
you've noticed.. his unscathed body— though he's been through countless wars, his body remains scarless. a demonstration of his power, the live proof that none has come close to marking his body yet.
"like what you see?" he wiggles his eyebrows, with a teasing grin. you let out an annoyed groan, and rolled your eyes. he chuckled, one of his hands pulling the ribbon of your robe, pulling it undone. his fingers dipped inside uncharted territory. they caressed your stomach, waist, and down to the hips.
"skin's soft.." he squeezed, his eyes glinting with amusement. his smile stretched slightly, before he hooked his fingers beneath the lace panties— tugging them off of your legs smoothly.
he brought the cloth to his nose, taking a deep inhale.. a shaky sigh left his lips, "smells nice, too." he smirked, before throwing it away without a second thought.
you couldn't bear to look him in the eye, looking anywhere but him. he took notice, but didn't seem to take kindly to the lack of attention. he grabbed your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. "avoiding me? we'll be here for a while, honey. better get used to it." he hissed, before leaning closer to your face, pressing an aggressive kiss on your lips.
his hands wandered lower, making your leg jerk. his middle finger traced back and forth along your slit. "h-haa—" a gasp left your lips, as he continued to play with you like a stringed instrument.
"that's it. just relax, and we'll be over before you know it." he whispered into your ear, his eyes trained on his hand— and how your folds grew wetter by the minute.
once he felt it was right— he pushed one finger inside, and another.. he basked in the way you'd writhe and whimper beneath him, bringing a grim satisfaction to himself, and his erection.
"here.. a little push of encouragement." he kissed you again— this time, it felt tender. intimate, unlike his rough handling of you earlier.
but something felt— no, tasted different.
coppery, metallic.. iron?
blood.
you gasped, pulling away from the kiss. he didn't stop you, he smirked.. a smug, looking smirk. "relax. it'll help you get your system going," he shrugged, before placing a simple kiss on your lips.
something warm began to envelop your system— something warm, tingly.. making you hypersensitive to every pump his fingers made inside you. the sensation roped out your helpless moans,
he lifted your arms with his free hand, letting them hang around his neck. it felt better than having your arms bent.. kudos to his consideration.
"make sure to claw at my back extra hard.. got it?" he said, the smirk on his lips never fading. a groan left you— not one of pleasure, just.. plain disappointment. his fingers pulled out, spreading out his two fingers by the middle, watching as the tips connected only by the fluid arousal coating it.
a satisfied hum left his lips, and began to undo his pants. he huffed, raising his head. he placed his hand on his cock, his tip pressing against your entrance. slowly, he began to push himself inside.
"g-ghaa—!" you grit your teeth together, as you feel your slick folds stretching to try and accommodate his immense size. you writhed beneath him, but he only held you by your thigh, keeping the leg over his shoulder in place.
"a-aah.. fuck— fuck.." you hissed, your wrists struggling in the shackles. your fingers dug into his back, his back arched as a shaky moan left his lips. he slowly thrusts deeper, pushing himself inside. his hand gripped your hip, steadying your body to pave his way.
the sound of skin slapping together and the countless moans from your shared lips echoed in his bedroom. he bit his lower lip, shamelessly breathing and moaning against your neck. his lips brushed against your pulse, pressing soft, open-mouth kisses down to your collar bone. his hips moved consistently, showing no sign of fatigue yet.
".. you feel so damn good." he lifted his head, studying your debased expression. your lips parted deliciously as the ecstasy overcame your senses. his eyes narrowed, with a sigh leaving his lips. he's pleased with his work, but he isn't done. not yet,
he lifted himself up, looking down at your writhing, and messy form. "h-haa.. Asrael, I need.. more.." the shackles on your wrist stopped him from standing upright. the way you tried to pull him back down— god, it made him want to cum even harder.
"hah," his voice was a mix of his laugh, and a breathy huff. he gave into your incessant pulling around his neck, and leaned down to your ear. "more? I'll give you more," he growled, your pleas only serving to fuel him and his selfish desires further.
his hips began to stutter, picking up its pace. "mm— that's it. just a little more, and I'll fucking bless you.." his grip on your hips nearly becoming bruising.
"ah— h-haa—!" the moans, the sound of skin against skin, the huffing, and the shuffling of the sheets beneath you— it all overwhelmed your senses, reducing you to a mess— an overstimulated one, too.
"shh, just a lil longer.. I'm getting close too," with his two hands, he held you by the back of your knees, pushing your legs to press against your chest as he drove deeper inside you— he could feel your walls begin to tremble and close against his girth..
"ngh—!" he bit his lower lip tightly, holding onto himself a little longer. "fuck—! I-I'm gonna..!" your loud moans echoed back into your own ears, furthering your own humiliation. "cumming? I can feel it. you're basically tryna milk my dick.." he rolled his hips forward, relishing with your music that rang through his ears—
"h-haa~!" before you knew it, you were already cumming all over his length, and he still continued pumping deep inside— he was dragging out your high, and his. "just— agh, just a lil more.." he panted, his hot breath and drool pressing against your collar bones.
his arms pressed you further onto the mattress, Asrael buried himself to the hilt one last time, letting a moan rip through his tightening throat as he began to cum in your core— a warm sensation began to fill you inside.
a hiss of satisfaction left his parted lips, pushing his body up, and off of yours. your sweaty bodies finally came apart, his hand moved from the side of your head, his eyes bore into yours— staring through your soul, taking in your panting, and exhausted from.
his parted lips contorted to a tired smirk, before squeezing and caressing the fat of your waist, till his claws grazed your stomach.. his palm pressed against it insistently, you felt some of the fluids inside you begin to ooze out, though his member kept itself plugged inside.
it felt warm. his palm felt hot. searing against your skin.
"g-ghn!" you bit your lower lip to suppress a scream. your legs tried to move and tried to squirm, to move away. "what the hell are you doing?!" he shushed you, pressing his free hand's finger against your lip.
".. the ritual is almost finished, relax."
ritual? what fucking ritual?
your eyes widened upon realization. you put your elbows to support your weight beneath you, watching as the area of your skin beneath your palm begin to glow— a sickening pink. he didn't push you back down, he let you watch him work his magic. he cocked his head to the side, breaking the collar around your neck like it was nothing. a loud clang against the ground echoed in the tense silence.
the light ceased, the moment you looked back on your stomach. his hand raised, placing both on your hips as he pulled himself out of your core.
you pressed your thighs together as he stepped away from you. you reached your hand down to your abdomen, tracing the part with lingering heat, and his lingering touch. your brows knit together, tracing your fingers against the faint, red marks.. until they began to glow.
"a-agh, what.. what did you do to me?" your back arched, your inspecting hand drifted lower, your middle finger beginning to rub circles around your own slit without command. Asrael seemed pleased with himself— standing back and admiring his handiwork. "I told you I'd remove those weak shackles.. I didn't offer you freedom from me, not yet." he crossed his arms, watching you bend and curl into yourself as you tried to find any form of pleasure.
he extends his hand, and a collar manifests within his grasp. with a simple tug of his hand, you were suddenly sat upright in front of him.
summary,, helping arle unwind her fatigue !! :3
contains; arlecchino has a dick (futa arle), ooc, afab/fem reader?, smut w/ barely any plot :(
an. !!! i have nothing to say for myself. other than this is a lame one.
"honey, I'm home."
arlecchino's voice caught your attention, as you stood from the couch. she placed her coat onto the hanger, as you notice her unusual behavior.
not that it was obvious to the normal person, but something was wrong about your lovely wife! is she.. stressed?
"whats for dinner, my love?" she noticed you standing there staring at her, almost analyzing her already. arlecchino raises an eyebrow at your strange antics, but she brushed them off.
"your favorite, cherie." you snap out of your trance, and give her a welcoming smile. your arms wrap themselves around her waist, "you seem tired today, arle.." you cooed,
"I'm not that fatigued, darling." she reassured you, as her hand places itself on your hip, and rubbed circles onto it with her nail.
"still, we can either eat dinner, or.. I could help you unwind first," your offer caught her by slight surprise, though.. of course she'd be interested in the latter.
arlecchino's sharp fingernails grazing against the skin on your sides. you wrap your legs around arlecchino's waist.
it trailed all the way till she touched your hips. she grasps it, pulling your body closer to hers. she used her free hand to release her member from her pants, it was long -- but wasn't anything she hadn't seen before.
"..are you ready, [name]?" arlecchino prepared herself, lathering her dick in an adequate amount of lube. "ready when you are.." you manage to utter out. arlecchino maneuvers herself to line her tip to your entrance,
arlecchino held her cock in her hand, and slowly inserts herself into you. a small grunt releases from her lips as she felt your walls around her shaft. you bit your lip as you felt the welcomed intrusion.
your eyes trail down from arlecchino's eyes, down to her body. a dark hand grabs you by the chin, she forced you to focus back into her black irises, and that red cross inside her eye.
"look at me,"
she demanded you, as her hands squeeze your chin. her gaze felt intense, and her nails dug into the skin of your face, but never pierced it.
arlecchino thrusted inside at a slow, and gentle pace. her eyes stared into your soul, admiring the little changes in your expression by every thrust she made. the silence was instead, filled by your breathless moaning, and your cunt's squelching.
"..mmnnh, arle.." you whimper out her name. arlecchino's fingers start to loosen their grip on your jaw. arlecchino went at a faster, and rougher pace.
she grunts, she betrayed herself by averting her gaze, but it didn't matter. she chased her own release, and let go of your face. her hands rested next to your head, tangling themselves on the sheets--
as arlecchino rutted into your hole, her hands burnt into the fabric of the bed, the scent of sweat and smoke fill your nostrils as you try to catch your breath--
and a sigh of relief from her, and your insides being filled with her warm seed, a few gentle thrusts until she came to a stop. her cock softened inside you, keeping her cum from spilling out.
her warm hand brushes your hair out of the way, granting her a perfect view of your pretty, and fucked-out face. her lips marked kisses to your cheeks, and onto your neck as an apology for laying her sharp nails on you.
"..you're quite effective at unwinding my stress."
posts with 🎀 means that zans is the one talking/who wrote the piece.
Helloo!! I'm Z because why not, anyways I use they/them pronouns
I mainly write angst or toxic rs for pain. I write for any gender but mostly genderfluid reader
I have problems with grammar as you see, so bear with me people!!!.....DNI: for Pedo, incest or any disgusting kink sht your into
Thats all thanks for coming to my ted talk.
I hope i have blossom in to your hearth as a lovely flower
BUBBLES AS... silver.
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hellooo!! I'm silver ,, u can call me sil for short!! im musegender/genderfluid, im fine w all pronouns but i prefer they/them,, i write mainly male/amab/gn readers but im fine w fem readers too !!
i luooov fluff and i guess smut too aughhhjs !!! it does get kinda freaky sometimes though <3
h... hhoyoverse characters....mm
BUTTERCUP AS... lucien.
posts with 🦖 means that lucien is the one talking/who wrote the piece.
yoohoo!! you can call me luci or cien, I am genderfluid and also okay with any pronouns! I mostly write afab and gender neutral readers but I'm hoping to atleast write one male reader piece in this blog!!
despite buttercup being my persona here, I actually have no similarities with her except being temperamental, being moody, and err... okay.. i might share a few stuff with her but I do promise that I am nice! (i promise i dont bite...)
i write many kinds of stuff, be it fluff, angst, or smut! I sometimes write or include fucked up stuff but I do always put warnings for that!
i mostly do male subs or AT LEAST make men whiny !!
🧸- im sooooo sorry if this is ooc help??? sorry dol fandom
w: feminization & feminine dressing (alex), sub/bot alex & dom/top reader, reader referred to as [name], a little ooc???, somnophilia maybe..?, HORRIBLE transition into sex, oral/bj, reader calls alex a girl likeee once, gay sex (real)
minors dni <3
a pink, frilled skirt, socks that hugged his plump thighs perfectly.. this was perfect, alex thought. he adjusted his red fringe, admiring himself in the view of the camera he held.
a few hours prior, his boyfriend came home from work. after greeting him, name went on his way to rest on a chair in the living room. alex had been in his room since, to surprise him with a little video.
he puts the camera lower to avoid showing his face, and starts recording. he paces towards his resting boyfriend, showing his body on camera.
his shirt was all messy, barely tucked in. the buttons near his neck are undone, and his legs were in a man spread. alex smiled behind the camera, but upon further inspection of his partner's clothes, he seemed to notice something else.
something bulging for attention under his pants. alex, who was visibly surprised, stopped filming. he puts his phone in his other hand, before slowly coming closer to him.
a little peek won't hurt.. will it?
the room was unbearably silent for alex as he unbuckled name's pants as slow as possible to avoid waking him.
successfully getting rid of the belt, alex puts it on the floor. he puts his hands to work on name's pants, pulling it off his legs to reveal the very thing he's been searching for.
it practically jumps out of [name]'s underwear, eager, and awaiting for any form of stimulation. alex found himself staring at it, his mind blanked.
alex wraps his hand around his length, as he licked his lips in anticipation. [name] would love it if he helped him out, he wouldn't mind, he thought.
he slowly strokes his boyfriend's throbbing member, all the while keeping a tight and firm grasp around it. his fingers glide over the slit on it's head, from the veins, to the base.
alex was snapped out of his trance, suddenly stopping when name groaned, and stirred in his sleep. he repositions to get comfortable, and only continues when he goes quiet again.
"..hope you're dreamin' bout me right now.." he mutters, just as he decided that he was ready for it, he took [name]'s dick into his mouth. bobbing his head at the pace of his hands.
he loved the way it tasted, the way he'd take it into his mouth n the strange, but welcomed flavor would invade his tongue. the way the veins of [name]'s member would brush against his tongue while he'd suck.
alex was distracted by his own focus on [name]'s dick, he didn't even notice his boyfriend woke up already..!
[name] put a hand on alex's red hair, rubbing it affectionately. "this's a surprise.." his voice and touch made alex's heart almost jump. alex raised his head, his mouth parting from name's cock.
" 'm sorry, I--" he tried to make up some excuse, though [name] promptly shuts his lip with a finger to his mouth. "hey.. I didn't tell you to stop, did I? you can keep goin'.. if you want."
alex was surprised, but.. it's not like [name] would deny him,, " 'kay.." he muttered in response, as his mouth hovers right above [name]'s member, about to take it back in his mouth..!
[name] let out a pleasured sigh, feeling alex's warm cavern wrapping around him. his hand raised to cover his mouth,, just as the other kept itself knotted in the redhead's hair.
only two sounds could be heard throughout the room. [name]'s pleasure-filled groans, as well as the sounds his boyfriend made as he kept sucking on his cock,
"mmh.. a-agh, good girl, suckin' me so well.." he whispers, in a husky tone. his view of alex bobbing his head, sometimes taking it so far to make his entire length disappear within his mouth. It aroused him further,
"c-cummin', honey.. I'm cumming!" [name] was itching towards his own release, tangling his hands onto alex's hair as he thrusts his hips into his face whilst he moans out loud.
alex didn't seem objected to it either, if anything, his hands were gripping around [name]'s inner thighs. the thrill of his boyfriend's seed filling his mouth-- claiming his throat as his, it was something he was waiting for this entire time.
[name]'s hands gripped onto alex's hair, locking him in place. he shot his load inside his mouth, "ah.. ah," [name] pants, as alex's cheeks filled with ropes of his warm cum, then swallowed it all up.
[name] gulps, feeling alex's still expectant gaze land on him again.
