Kenjaku first blames his growing obsession with you on his latest vessel.
Itâs causing him to chase your affections with the greediness of a starved animal. He had to see youâevery morning, every night. If he did not, then every meticulously thought out plan just wouldnât work. It was the oddest thing!
He decides to humor it.
Youâre a strong curse user, whatâs the harm in it? You go on dates, hold hands, rut like shameless animals until his legs shake and cum drips down his thighs and still, he wants more. It doesnât stop. Itâs actually getting worse, heâs afraid. (He doesnât want it to go away.)
He gives you a child with his next vessel, thinks that might be the solutionâturning his attention to the next source of amusement. Perhaps your child will become a worthy adversary in the future or even a vessel. Except that childâyours and hisâclings to his leg and smiles up at him with the shape of your mouth, the color of your eyes, little hands offering slices of fruit with the same loving selflessness inherited from your character.
The next vessel makes no difference.
And as he stares up at the ceiling, thighs spread to accommodate your body splayed over his like a living weighted blanket, he comes to a sobering realization. One thatâs half a decade, three vessels, a house and a toddler too late.
Heâs the problem.
Heâs in love with you.
Hearing the incredulous huff that leaves him, you grunt against his temple and your hand comes up to cup the side of his face. âGo to sleep,â you murmur, fondly chastising, and kiss the scars heâs allowed to heal over. (When did that happen? When did he take out the stitches? When, when, whenâ)
The sound of your voice in his ear, low and husky from sleep, sends a shudder down his spine. You feel so good against himâwarm and heavy, and your smell is everywhere around him. He squirms, hips rolling and seeking friction, and trails his palms down your back to cup the delicious curve of your bare ass.
âFuck me first,â he says, because he feels like heâll go insane if he doesnât have you now.
You make a soft noise, sleepy but interested. âI have a mission in the morning.â The statement is a half-hearted protest at best, but your breath catches when he reaches between your bodies to wrap his fingers around your hardening cock.
âIt can wait,â Kenjaku decides, smiling when you push up onto your hands to look down at himâhair mussed and eyes bleary. Youâre so cute like this, he wants to have you forever. (Heâll start looking for a female vessel soon, give you another baby, he can preserve Geto Suguru andâ)
His nails dig into your shoulder blades, head tossing back onto the pillow as your cock sinks into him, hard and slick and perfect.
Warning: reader has a dick (otherwise no pronouns used), bottom anaxa, low-key obsessive Anaxa, jealousy, collage au, hints of stalking, fingering, light hair pulling, biting/marking (both ways), hickeys, breeding kink, dirty language, feminisation/crossdressing, lingerie, nipple play, rough sex, make up sex?, dacryphilia, overstimulation, (semi) public sex, making out
You broke up with Anaxagoras and found someone new already, but he isnât taking it so well⌠wait, is he⌠actually wearing a skirt trying to seduce you, out in publicâŚ!?
Itâs been a few weeks now since you ended things with anaxa and anyone could tell his complexion was terrible. He was ashamed to admit he pulled multiple all nighters to conduct research just to distract himself. He couldnât sleep well after you left, his mind wandering to places he didnât permit. All this resulting in a lack of self care. Hyacine had to drag him out of his lab quite a few times and force him to take his meals. By the looks of it, he fell victim to his old habits, which you so painstakingly tried to correct; yet now that you werenât here, he didnât bother anymore.
Occasionally, one could catch him grumbling to himself, groaning in annoyance. Well, this was about the ever so prideful Anaxagorasâ and to make matters worse, you were the one who broke it off. Your reason? Some excuse about the two of you not being âcompatible anymoreâ. Anaxa interpreted it as you not being fond of his eccentric personality like many others, just the truth dressed up in sugary veils. This was fine, it didnât matter to him, he expected this to happen sooner or later since heâd never change his ways. You know what? He didnât even care that much, you werenât the first one to be like that.
Even though he admittedly was still feeling quite down due to the separation, he brushed it off as frustration that will pass with time. It wasnât going too badly actually, if not for this unplanned variable that disrupted everything. Because today, he caught sight of you chatting with someone else while wearing that stupid grin youâve normally only shown him before. You and that other person, bashfully conversing, looking like something straight out of a story with literal sparkles and roses surrounding the frame.
Was he imagining this? Or were the two of you actually flirting. No matter how often he rubbed his eye, the scene didnât change one bit. This wasnât just two âfriendsâ talking, no⌠this was you moving on to someone new. Already.
It ticked him off, it irked him. He didnât want to keep watching yet couldnât stop neither. His heart pounded in this irrational way, leaping out of his chest. It made him want to stab his remaining eye out.
Judging by the way you desperately tried to keep the conversation going, as if you were unwilling to part with them, his intuition was right on the nail. To think youâve set your sights on someone new already⌠it hasnât even been that long since the breakup! Not to mention he was still affectedâ no, no he wasnât. He was doing perfectly fine without you. This had nothing to do with him anymore, you were single now, he had no reason to be invested.
Thatâs how he would have liked it, yet emotions arenât always logical and he couldnât stop his hands from tightened into a fist. The longer he watched everything unfold, the more his chest twisted.
Firstly⌠letâs calm down. Maybe you werenât pursuing this person at all and he was just overthinking. You used to always tell him that heâs the only one for you and all that tooth rotting-ly sweet stuff. While he knew those were sweet nothings, the reason for you to say them in the first place couldnât have faded this quickly, right..? Anaxa was convinced of his reasoning for a few days or maybe he just gaslighted himself until he saw you with that person again. This time? It seems you two made some progress on your relationshipâ you were even tying their shoelaces!
Thereâs no denying it anymore. You most definitely moved on, left him stuck as the only one still struggling with was has been lost. It hurt, as if his heart was being torn and squeezed. It hit him like a realisation he hated to admit. He might be arrogant, but he wasnât oblivious nor stupid, he could tell this nasty emotion he felt was jealousy. How very pathetic. He didnât know he was the possessive type nor that he still had lingering feelings. Despite how desperately he tried to not show it, how he tried to lie to himself, he was still hung up on what he used to have.
For a while, he was moving like a madman. Observing the two of you for no reason, following you around everywhere. Even he didnât have a logical explanation for his own actions, though if he had to make a wild guess, it probably stems out of desperation. This continued for longer than it should have, and now, three weeks after breaking up, you gifted that other person a large boutique of bright flowers.
Their sweet laughter as they gracefully accepted the gift felt like needles piercing his chest, a gut wrenching feeling boiled beneath his rib cage. As if his heart just sunk to the bottom of an ocean, heavy and forgotten. He wasnât crying or anything, not even pulling a grimace, just a cold frown as if he couldnât stand the sight of you two anymore. Which was frankly enough the truth.
This surely wasnât fair now, was it? You left him for a⌠what, better option? Worse? Someone prettier? More bold? Or was it about the amount of attention one could give? They sure seemed carefree enough, always hanging around you, unlike him, who was holed up in his lab constantly. Was this the real reason you left, because he was always busy? So you were just lacking attention, huh? If he had known you were this high-maintenance, he would haveâ!
A deep sigh escaped his lungs, thereâs no point in cussing out the past, he should put his focus onto the present instead. Now that he has concluded you simply want more of his time like the greedy pest you are, a new plan has been weaved in his head. Time, he just needed to make more time for you and youâd willingly come back to him. By that logic, itâs not like you left because you found someone else, you were just looking for a replacement. For a mannequin that can play house with you and be the object of his jealousy simultaneously.
What a relief, that means he only needed to tell you he got it all figured out. You should have told him you wanted him to chase you! Now he understood what he had to do. Because even after all this time, he was still the only one for you, the only one in charge of your heart âĽď¸
Out of nowhere, Anaxagoras began putting more effort into his hair and appearance, carefully choosing the sexiest, most fashionable clothes ever to wear. Totally not him trying to seduce you or anything, he was just feeling it. Should he adorn himself with something tight enough to show off his body? Or super loose to play into the cute arch type? Perhaps a neat dress shirt, only to end up drenched in water by some âunluckyâ accident.
Of course heâd only pour water over himself when heâs certain that you are the only one around, otherwise itâd be way too embarrassing. Youâve seen his nude body before, so itâs different with you.
Heâd also deliberately wear his corsets tighter than usual, accentuating his waist and curves. This was due to your endless compliments from the time you were still together. You used to obsess over how tiny his waist was and how attractive it apparently made him. So he played into that preference of yours even more, cheeks flushing a bright red hue the more he reminisced back on his relationship with you. Never would he have imagined heâd miss the endless touching and teasing, among other intimate things he shared with you.
The first few times he strolled around wearing that fancy fit, he made sure to pass right underneath your nose. He was feeling quite confident as well. You must have noticed him, right? Canât take your eyes off of him? Oh he knew he looked quite good, probably like your wet dreams come true~ yet when you showed no notable reaction, he became a little self conscious. Since matter of fact, you didnât approach him at all throughout the entire day! Not even a single glance!
Was he not being obvious enoughâŚ? You could be so oblivious sometimes, so annoyingly dense, tsk tsk. Next time, he tried something bolder, and bolder, and even more daring. No one could have predicted how much this situation would escalate. Itâs gotten to the point where anaxa was no longer acting like himself. He was dressed in a rather feminine outfit, with frills and ribbons and a skirt. His face hidden behind a mask and hair tied up in a bowâ most people would assume he was a girl.
Anaxa had never attempted crossdressing outside the bedroom and even then it was always due to your requests⌠so he had great troubles keeping a straight composure. His knees felt weak, his mind kept yelling at him to cut it out, that this was going too far, and that it was about time to let it go. Even so, his heart stayed stubborn like the scholar he was. This experiment will surely succeed, it has to. Youâll notice him this time and be surprised he ever willingly wore it. All for you, only for you.
In contrary to his expectations, this was a fail too, though he didnât come back empty-handed this time. No, he learned something valueable. You were deliberately ignoring him.
Hah. HahaâŚ! How laughable, oh he should have known. Youâve been conscious of him the whole time. Instead of listening to the tiny shred of reason left in him, he instead pondered over how often you must have thought of him. Over whatâs got to be going through that pretty little head of yours when you saw him dressed all prettily just to catch your eye. If that was how you were going to play, then donât blame him for not playing fair either.
Soon enough, you got to experience his stubbornness again. All the different ways he used to get your attention became increasingly more obvious and hard to ignore. As if his shame slowly got replaced with this competitive urge to win, to get you to acknowledge him. Which is why the scholar recently âtrippedâ right into your arms, his hands fisting the clothes over your chest as he held onto you for dear life. He was clinging so much that one might think heâs made out of glass. Please forgive his clumsiness, wonât you?
Once you glanced down at him, you could barely believe it. He was wearing such a skimpy, slutty fit that your eyes began scanning over him without permission. The familiar coat from last time now gaping open from the front, revealing his bare skin layered behind thin fabrics. You didnât want to act this insolent, yet it was getting harder and harder to not just grab his waist. It ended with you adapting a pretty uncomfortable position, where you were keeping your arms awkwardly next to his body without touching.
âHey⌠are you alright, Anaxagoras? If youâre not hurt, could you let goâŚ?â You mumbled as you glanced around, somehow feeling guilty. It was a truly strange sensation, to have your former boyfriend cling to you so tightly.
This sudden change in your ex was honestly very unexpected, you never could have imagined in your wildest dreams that you would have to deal with such an⌠emotional version of anaxa. Despite everything, you couldnât deny seeming him acting all needy like this wasnât getting under your skin. He was quite cute... ah, damn it, these arent thoughts you should be having now.
Instead of answering you in a normal manner, he just had to lean into the crook of your neck, whispering into your ear with his lips almost touching your skin, âI⌠I donât feel so good, canât you help me outâŚ?â His voice was smooth, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You were about to argue that he seemed perfectly healthy, until you saw the intensity of his blush, and noticed how his legs were trembling. Was he cold? Maybe running a fever even? Why would he wear such short rags anyway? Of course it looked good on him, but stillâ!
A heavy sigh left your lips as you felt inclined to help him reach the nurse office, letting go to allow him to lay down on the bed while you called out for anyone who could be of help. No one replied. Of course youâd be completely alone in a room with your ex-lover, naturally, this universe loved these kinds of jokes.
When you shifted your attention back to the male, about to inform him of the nurseâs absence, you didnât expect to catch him in a vulnerable position. Was this another one of his antics? To bend down right in front of your eyes, with no regards to the inappropriateness of the situation and acting as if he was grabbing something from a bottom shelf.
Now he was even shaking his hips! This was a clear sign, wasnât it? Like a cheap whore begging to be takenâŚ! You were left in a daze until anaxa glanced over his shoulder, his eyelashes thick above his sharp eyes, the intensity of his gaze snapping you out of it. He smirked at your dumbfounded and confused expression, chucking with a teasing undertone, âwhat are you staring at?â
You didnât even respond to his provocations, only hurrying out of the nursing room before you could make an irrational decision. This isnât right, you were supposed to have gotten over him, he was clearly only playing with you⌠though anaxa wasnât that kind of petty personâ nevertheless, youâve begun pursuing someone elseâŚ! Get a grip!
Anaxa stared until the door closed, a faint smirk forming on his lips. This was a moment of success, you were definitely looking at him, affected by him and thinking about him. He has been watching you from the corner of his eye, like he always does, gauging your reactions to his looks and actions. And judging by that, you appeared to be still attracted to him~ ah, really, he was so much prettier than whoever that nobody was, wasnât he? Besides, he already knows all about your dirtiest fantasies~
Gradually, even his actions became increasingly daring, until he was bold enough to actually grind his hips against yours and act as if nothing was out of tune. You werenât even sure if you only imagined it, if that ever happened at all because of how composed he was. Though your doubts were quickly answered when you caught him doing it again.
Everything after passed in a flash and before you knew it, you had grabbed anaxaâs wrist and dragged him into some remote area at the back of the building. Once you came back to your senses, he was leaning against the wall, caged between your arms. He wore a confident and knowing smirk as he glanced at you all smugly, his hands slowly unbuttoning his coat as he hummed, âso predictable, I knew you would return to me once I push you sufficiently.â
âŚWhat? No, no. You were going to tell him to stop, to leave you alone. Not whatever his words implied. Your eyes followed the movements of his fingers, slowly unbuttoning his coat from the collar to the bottom. âAre you finally satisfied now? After making me work this hard?â He scoffed at you, even though his tone didnât sound displeased in the slightest. âNo, I- anaxa we arenâtâ!â You wanted to set the record straight, to do what you should as someone who has decided to leave the past behind, yet nothing could have prepared you for what he did next.
The coat he wore gaped open, revealing what was hidden beneath. His eye locked onto you to observe your reaction, his rosy lips curling upwards into a barely restrained smile as he enjoyed having your attention on him again, âlike what you are seeing? Why am I even asking, I know you do.â Slowly, the heavy piece of clothing slipped down his shoulders, pooling at his feet now. He reached out to trace along your jaw with one finger, tilting your head up as he lowered his voice, âseriously⌠Iâm talking to you, eyes up here.â
Easier said than done. Your eyes had a mind of their own as they began tracing his outlines, raking over familiar body parts dressed in foreign clothes. You couldnât even reply that was how flabbergasted you were. Sure, he has worn and done quite a few audacious things by now, but this definitely tops all of it. To think heâd willingly wear this in publicâ when he used to not do so even behind locked doorsâŚ!
Despite his efforts to seem unbothered, he couldnât hide the fact that he was also embarrassed by this scandalous fit. His cheeks were burning as he observed how your eyes wandered over him like a hungry predator, taking in every detail like you were committing it to memory. Shudders coursed down his spine at the intensity of your stare, at how desire bloomed behind these pupils. If you believed he wouldnât notice how your gaze lingered around his⌠letâs say assets, then you were so mistaken.
A million thoughts plagued your mind with the loudest one yelling, âwho told him itâs a good idea to leave the house in nothing but baby doll lingerieâŚ?!â blood was rushing to your head, resulting in any remaining logic that used to anchor you to rot away. Itâs not fair, you truly couldnât help it. His skin looked so soft under the bright sunlight, his pink nipples all hard against the transparent âclothingâ. The way the lace hugged his skin, defined his body and highlighted his curves was tantalising, a piece of art you couldnât take your eyes off of.
And when he reached his arms out to wrap them around your neck, to pull you closer and whisper into your ear with that seductive voice of his, you knew resistance was futile.
â
ââŚAh-ahâ mhm⌠ha-haah..!! ⥠s-so rough⌠y-you arenât- ah, gentle to me anymore, uh-ughMnhh~ âĽď¸âĄ is⌠is it b-because we arenât datingâŚ? Haha~â Anaxa taunted with an eager and arrogant smirk, his hands clawing at your back as he struggled to maintain his balance, mostly due to you holding one of his legs up and pinning it against the wall. With your other hand, you prepared him, stuffing two fingers inside his already stretched passage.
It appears heâs been expecting this, to think heâd come up to you and seduce you while all lubed up and ready⌠Seriously, how did you end up folding to his whims so badlyâŚ? You didnât give him a reply and instead curled your fingers exactly the way he liked, still remembering his favourite spots. This earned you a high-pitched moan from the male, his face melting into something awfully lewd. âAhnnGhhh~âĽď¸âĽď¸âĽď¸ my, my⌠did you get better at thisâŚ? Thatâs so meaâ huurGhkk, ahh⌠right t-thereâŚâĄâĽď¸â
It felt good, unbelievably so. As he thought, you two were meant to be. You still knew how to play his body like an instrument, hitting every note with scary accuracy. The way your digits moved inside himâ curling against that cluster of nerves that had him arching his back like a common whore âforcing his tight walls to yield and make way for you. When you began putting pressure against that place with pinpoint accuracy, his eye rolled back as his nails dug another wound into your shoulder blades.
Anaxa threw his head back and moaned out loud, his toes curling as all these shameful noises escaped his throat with no signs of stopping, âuhhNhhmm~~ ah, ah! Right thereâŚ! Y-you reallyâ urghhâŚ!! âĽď¸âĄ s-so roughâŚ~â Itâs possible that he simply got very sensitive during the time apart from you, that could explain why he was feeling it so much today. But what if itâs because youâve improved your skills by shared a bed with that perâ
âAaanHGhh âĽď¸âĄâĄ s-slow down⌠hngHh!!~ w-wait, oh-uhMnggă⥠l-love, pleaseâŚâ And he forgot all about it after you began scissoring your fingers, the thoughts abandoned as sparks zapped up his spine, raw desire and ecstasy plaguing his willing body. You were breaking him, shattering his mind and body, then rebuilding him piece by piece. A feat only you could achieve, something heâd only allow you to do.
His rim was glistening around your digits, yielding so easily. Looks like someone has been touching himself fairly frequently. His neglected cock was weeping precum from its flushed tip, soiling the skimpy lingerie he wore. It twitched each time you brushed over a particularly sensitive spot inside him, hitting his own lower abdomen and leaving behind a sticky trail. Thin, filthy threads connected his belly to his dripping shaft, and the clear evidence of his debauchery alongside his erotic expressions was enough to hog your attention.
You couldnât stop starring at him, as if you were mesmerizedâ absolutely hooked on this tingling sensation in your own lower body. Naturally, you were still attached to him. There was no need to beat around the bush, you didnât need to lie to yourself. Itâd be wrong to claim his sweet moans werenât doing something to you. His high-pitched, eager whines that were like a sweet symphony composed only for you, made with the singleminded purpose of stirring your heart. Forcing it to move in rhythm to his beat.
Despite how much he was enjoying your fingers, it was about time to move onto something bigger. He wasnât going to be satisfied without the main course today. âMhmmff~ oh f-fuck⌠ah, e-enoughâŚâ He groaned one last time before demanding in a voice the sounded awfully similar to a plead, ât-thatâs⌠Iâm stretched enough, urgh~ âĽď¸ n-no more⌠preparation.., b-belovedâ wonât you, ngGHhâŚâĄâĄ wonât you put it inâŚ?â
Again, he called you by an endearing pet-name he had never used before. To think the proud Anaxagoras would ever use such cutesy words of adoration, calling out for you with that intimate word âloveâ. How silly, your relationship has long ceased to exist, yet he was acting as if you were still lovers. And the worst part? Your heart fluttered at the sound, at how right it felt. At how much you wanted to act as if nothing happened between you two, that the wedge has been closed and that you could embrace him with the same carelessness as before. Even you werenât sure what you wanted anymore.
âBeloved⌠donât ignore meâŚâ he sulked openly, voice trembling slightly. Something he never did before because he used to call it âjuvenileâ. âYou know⌠beloved, you can just put it in⌠I canâ ahhh~ I can take itâŚâĄ itâs not like itâs my first time.â How awfully needy, it was making you want to tease him.
So you pulled your digits out and trailed a fingertip along his perineum, down his inner thighs, before digging into the soft flesh there. The sudden roughness making him gasp, his eye half-lidded and wet with unshed tears. âNot yet, you should learn some patience, anaxa.â He whined even louder, not even hiding his frustrations as he snapped, âbut I want it now, urgh- hnghâŚ!! I-I, please⌠want it, sâbeen so longâ want it hic- so badâŚâ
He squirmed, the blood was running out of his holstered leg, leading to it cramping a little. You were still pinning him down though, not allowing him any leeway. Seeing how you werenât going to comply anytime soon, he decided to take things into his own hands and reached down to cup your bulge through your trousers. A sharp hiss slipped from your lips, encouraging him to take it further.
Anaxa immediately noticed the way you were straining against the fabric, the realisation hanging over him. You could see that knowing, self-pleased grin of his returning as he teased, âwhatâs thisâŚ? Iâ hah..! I almost thought someone didnât find me attractive anymore⌠but it seems my worries were unnecessary?â Damn it, you couldnât even say anything as a come back.
Eventually, you gave in to his demands, now gripping his waist tightly with both hands. His legs wrapped around your waist, your bodies close enough to lift and pin his against the wall. Your composure crumbled when he began grinding down against your arousal, a deep in- and exhale as you mumbled, âanaxa, you really are determined to see this to the endâŚâ he didnât answer, though one look into his sultry, magenta and blue eyes told you everything you needed to know.
âYou know Iâm stubborn.â Was all he panted out in response. He didnât waste any more time and pulled your zipper down, freeing your cock with singleminded focus. Your dick was already leaking onto his lower abdomen, adding onto the pool pf mess created by his precum. His smile turning sheepish when he whispered, arms gripping your shoulders loosely, âIâm always ready for you, beloved âĄâ
Suddenly, anaxa cupped your face with both hands and stroked your cheeks, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. He missed seeing your face up close. His touch was surprisingly gentle, thumbs brushing over your bottom lip while making sure you were looking at nothing but him. Because you two were in such close proximity, you could basically feel his warm, shaky breath tickling your skin. The same goes to him, his skin prickling at each hot exhale.
It was difficult to put into words, but, the atmosphereâ the way he looked and caressed you âall of it felt awfully saccharine. You could see every single detail on his face. His lashes clumping with his unshed tears, the blush resting high on his cheeks, the sliver of skin hidden behind his crooked eyepatch showing.
He was monopolising your attention as if it has always belonged to him, and, frankly enough, you were starting to get the impression that that is the case. You didnât hinder him when he crossed his ankles over your lower back, pulling you impossibly closer, as if he wanted to fuse with you and never part again. He slowly leaned forward until he bumped his nose with yours, giggling to himself at the silly gesture. Then, he pressed his forehead to yourâs, whispering softly, âBeloved⌠you are so mean to me, donât you know how much I missed you, missed this?â
You were like frozen in place, watching him do all this with your mouth slightly parted. Once you caught a glimpse of the tremble in his glistening eyes though, you faltered.
By now, you were absolutely confused and overwhelmed by your own mixed emotions, contradicting yourself with every passing second. You didnât know what to say in reply to his confession, your heart leaping in your chest as breathing got increasingly difficult. It almost felt like you were falling in love all over again.
His hands reached back a little to tangle in your hair, your breaths mingling as he mumbled, âbeloved, I- ah⌠I mean, wont youâŚâ he stopped, his face tilting a little as he leaning in impossibly closer, his blush deepening into a bright crimson. It even spread to his ears, casting a red tint over his features. âCanât you⌠kiss me?â Right after voicing this uncharacteristically pure request, he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, hiding his face from any form of scrutiny or ridicule.
You didnât think heâd get this embarrassed over such an innocent question, especially when heâs been whoring himself out for you like thereâs no tomorrow. His request wasnât a difficult one to grant, there was but one thing left to do: make a choice on which path you wished to take. Because once you exchange that kiss with him, you donât think youâll be able to hold back much longer. Did you want to go back to your old love, or continue pursuing someoen new?
A seemingly simple question, yet you lost the answer to it somewhere along the way. Anaxagoras was still just as beautiful as the day you two parted, and the more you thought about it, the more you felt yourself drawn in by his whispers. His gentle caresses, pleasant scent, sweet voice and needy expressions. Besides, he wanted you too, you knew this much. So wouldnât this be the safer option?
Before you could sort your thoughts out, anaxa grew impatient and groaned, âdo you need to think that hard about it? Shouldnât I be the only thing on your mind right now?â He smashed his lips against yours, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth as punishment. A slight huff escaped him as he kissed you with no grace, only desperation, taking the initiative. Your brain blanked out for a moment, your body responding intuitively as you returned the kiss.
The grip around his slender waist tightened as if you were trying to trap him, to prevent him from escaping your grasps. It didnât take long before the once light smooches turned into a full five course meal consisting of you two making out like wild beasts, trying to devour one another. Your tongues moving in tandem, exchanging heat and yearning, gradually exploring the otherâs preferences.
It lasted longer than expected, you two had awfully good harmony and compatibility. Anaxa only broke the kiss to catch his breath, saliva strings connecting his mouth with yours as he heaved. His lungs slowly filling with air again. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, averting his gaze in meek embarrassment. To end up choking on a kiss because he was too eager⌠how humiliating, itâs not like he was some inexperienced virgin.
You glanced down at him while he was recovering, slowly coming to terms with this unexpected development. Some strands of his hair began sticking to his moist skin, his nipples hardening all lewdly, his arousal leaking with need consistently. The babydoll lingerie he wore was also clinging to him, its sheer fabric hugging his curves like some deadly temptation. Not only was it very revealing and perverted, it also enhanced his beauty.
âI have a question for you as well, anaxa.â You began, teasing him by kneading his waist with your thumbs. That caused him to squirm, his grip changing from holding to fisting the back of your clothes. What adorable reactions, and so you continued your taunt, âTell me, where did you learn to act this slutty?â
The male glared at you due to your choice of words, his ears flushing as he sulked with fake anger, âobviously because you made me like thisâŚâ Putting the blame on you now, huh? You couldnât help but subconsciously want to keep the banter going and chuckled, âHow is it my fault?â To which he snarled, âyou left me, all alone.â
TouchĂŠ, you couldnât argue with that. So instead, you moved lower with your kisses, leaving pecks along his jaw and neck. Your lips trailed across his throat, making him gasp softly. You quickly found that one particular spot you knew was especially sensitive, and teased it with sucks and kisses. You might have even thrown a bite in here and there, the onslaught of sensation making him gulp audibly. Soon enough, that spot reddened into a hickey. All satisfied now, you whispered, âwill you forgive me then, anaxa?â
Shivers coursed down his spine, his skin prickling with goosebumps as he glared at you with no real anger behind it. You knew his body too well, he was playing and addicted to a losing game. âif you want my forgiveness⌠stop with this half-hearted nonsenseâŚ! Take me, like you did when we wereâ!â He stopped himself, frowning a little at what he almost said, before ending his sentence with a much quieter, ââŚjust, do it. Put it in⌠show me you are serious.â
It was hard not to notice the way tears began collecting in the corners of his eyes again, and you found it hard to believe your once composed and serious lover could act so vulnerable. You tightened your grip around his waist even more, the strength behind it almost bruising now, making him whine as he crushed your head against his chest. His voice was barely audible as he finally began begging, âah.. love, please, pleaseââ
Even you were getting riled up to the point you couldnât hold back anymore. So you rubbed your tip against his twitching entrance, feeling the way his rim fluttered and gasped, as if inviting you inside. You were so close to entering him, to finally giving him what he wantedâ No. Why⌠why were you just hovering there like some amateur who didnât know how to stick it inâŚ!?!
He whined at the denial and cried out, âyouâ donât teaseâŚ! I really need it, what more do you wantâŚ?! F-fill me and f-fuck me already...â You gawked at how sexy he sounded, and you ground against him some more, murmuring, âIâm on it. We have all the time in the world. Whatâs the rush?â
A bashful expression, one so uncharacteristic of him, now seen on that gorgeous face of his. With a heavy whine, that crooked eyepatch barely covering his eye socket, and a voice like a siren you couldnât get enough of, he hissed, âhavent I begged you enough?â
In a rebellious attempt to speed up the process, he tried to grind down onto your cock, gasping as the tip entered him by a fraction. Just the tiny stretch alone was better than what his fingers could ever achieve. Then he demanded in a tone that felt more like a desperate last resort, âstick it in now, fuck me up⌠or I-Iâll⌠Iâll find someone elseâ ahâ MhmmFf...!â Before he could finish his threat, you kissed his lips.
The surprise was enough to make him forget to breath, choking on your tongue once more. The way you moved and teased him was all way too familiar. You were treating him just like before, and he couldnât ask for more. He moaned into the kiss, his mouth tingling all over as warmth spread where you touched. All your eagerness, desire, and passion was still the same. You were still the same person who loved him to the end of the world and beyond the limits of the sky.
He choked and gasped while scratching red lines down your back, clawing at you until you broke the kiss. Fat tears were rolling down his face now as he whimpered, âah⌠n-no, donât stop⌠kiss me again.â Despite him almost passing out from no air, he didnât want to stop the kiss. You smiled gently and kissed his tears away, muttering, âeasy now.â At the same time, you felt you made him wait long enough and slowly began easing your way inside him.
âAh- d-damn it⌠so goodâŚâĄâ His tongue lolled out at the stretch, the sensation was so uniquely intense that he threw his head back. Itâs been so long since you two last did this. Even though he prepared himself, his fingers just werenât the real deal. He struggled to accommodate your size, heaving heavily to try and accommodate you. His nipples were hardened peaks underneath the transparent lingerie, and he was clinging to you like his life depended on it.
You took this chance to push your tongue into his mouth, kissing him passionately. This had his squishy walls clamping down around your cock, as if he was scared youâll pull out. Since his insides were quite wet and sloppy already, it didnât take long for you to bottom out inside him.
And once you did put it in he was moaning so loudly youâd think he was doing it on purpose. He was never this shameless before, especially not in public. But could you really blame him? You were so damn deep, your cock pressing against all the places where heâs been aching for you. His grunts came from the bottom of his chest, mirroring the ecstasy he was experiencing. âM-moveâŚ!â Was all he could snarl at your way before a series of whines echoed through this empty space.
You didnât even move much, only grinding your tip slightly deeper into him and he was crying out from the pleasure already. The way he squeezed around you was enough to make you groan into his neck. His lower abdomen was also bulging from your size. You confirmed it when you pulled back until only the tip remained, then pushed it all~ the way back in. âAh- AhnnghâŚ!â Heâd whimper with each microscopic movement, hands going back to clawing at your already wounded back.
âDonât forget to breath now, pretty boy.â You teased, one hand moving up to hold him by his torso. It was the perfect position for your thumb to rub his nipples through the lingerie, the feeling of the rough, transparent fabric against his rosy buds making him hiss. âYou j-just focus onâŚ! Urghh âĄâĽď¸ on f-fucking me properlyâŚ!â He scoffed, yet it was clear you didnât need his reminder.
âFuck you properly huh? Just donât pass out first.â With that being said, you began moving your hips in a steady rhythm. Starting off slow and deep, hitting all these places that made him mewl and squeal before gradually accelerating. Your lips found his neck again, and pressed open-mouthed kissed to his heated skin. Once you found the junction of his throat and shoulder, you bit down. Hard enough to break skin, and for blood to seep to the surface.
âHmnnGhhhâa-ahhâŚ! Hurtsâ fuck, dont s-stopâŚ!â He wanted everything you could give him. The pain, the marks, and the pleasure. Oh he desperately needed those marks. He wanted everyone to see you were his as he was yourâs. And you gave it to him, without a second thought. More and more inches of skin fell victim to your teeth, and he wouldnât have wanted it any other way.
At the same time, those deep thrusts of yours were literally punching the breath out of him, forcing him to gasp with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Drool and sweat was leaking down his chin, his voice breaking as you found his prostate. âAhhNGhHHhă~âĽď¸âĄâĽď¸!!! T-there, right thereâŚ!! Keep hitting me theâ nGHhGG~ oh- fuuuckâŚ!! Love you, mâlove you, love thisâĽď¸âĄâ
He was making sure everyone could hear him. Would know he was getting pounded stupid on your terrifyingly amazing, marvelous cock, hitting all his favorite spots. Anaxa wanted those rumors and whispers, wanted them to know how good you were fucking him, and how he was moaning like a whore all because of you. Hopefully thatâll be enough to make them stop bothering whatâs his.
Though you didnt know about his plan, and you werenât going to let this become the death of your social life, so you sneered at him, âkeep it down, anaxa⌠before we both get thrown out of campus for public indecency.â He clicked his tongue dismissively, refusing to listenâ or perhaps his brain just hasnât registered your words. As a result, you clasped a hand over his mouth to shut him up.
Anaxa instantly cried and lick your palm, hands clawing at you to try and peel you off. But your grip was too strong and firm for him, you didnât budge even an inch. He was begging you to let go so that he can get some pretty rumours going~
You let go once you noticed he was having a harder time breathing. But only after making him promise heâll at least try to be quieter. Due to that promise, he had to listen to your command and bit your shoulder in return. If he wasnât allowed to be vocal, heâll be showy then, marking you just as you marked him. His voice muffled into your skin as your thrusts shifted into something more primal and aggressive.
You were no longer using those precise, deep pounds that could be felt like a bone-deep ache. Instead, you were snapping your hips against his in a wild abandon, uncaring about the accuracy, just roughly rutting into him like some mindless animal. He cried out at the intensity, at the ruthless pace you set. The feeling of your dick rubbing and hitting his walls in this quick succession was enough to make him lose his mind, making him babble absentmindedly, âannGhhâŚ!! Ah- ahhh~âĽď¸âĄ s-stop, n-no..!! Donât stop, h-harder, more, deeper âĄâĽď¸âĄâ
His brain was short circulating, practically melting beneath your demonstrations. His body was like endless nerve endings, reacting so strongly to every single one of your touches. Was it even possible to feel this much all at once? Has sex with you have always been so ecstatic? If so, he might just get cock-drunk on you, he might never want this to end âĽď¸
And when he looked down, discovering the belly bulge in his lower body, he absolutely lost it. Legs tightening around your waist as he clung to you even more, moaning right into your ear, âyou are f-fucking my stomach⌠ah-, ahhhâŚ! Cum inside me, p-please cum inside⌠I wanna feel you dripping out, wanna get filled and pregnant.â
âDo you even hear yourself right now? I canât believe this.â You chuckled, you never imagined youâd hear such filth coming out of that pristine mouth of his. Yet you werenât one to ruin the fun and joined in on this little fantasy, one hand now digging into the tent in his tummy, âiâm⌠right below this part, arent I? Say, anaxa, if I fill you up enough, you think I can actually breed you~?â
The thought alone was intoxicating. That would surely be the most public way to claim you, to tell everyone else to get lost, because you were bound to him forever. By flesh, by blood, by a child. Even if itâs not possible, the thought alone was enough to push him closer to his high, his thighs spasming as he sobbed, âdonât just teaseâŚ. Do it, ahâ fill me up, iâm c-close⌠oOuhhHnn cumminâ, c-cumming mHhhh~âĽď¸âĄâĽď¸âŚ!!â
âIsnt this a little too soon, anaxa?â You smirked, seemingly amused at how quickly youâve got him spilling over the edge. You knew he gets extra vocal when climaxing, so you shut him up with a kiss. The sensory overload of having every single part of his body be on fire was too much, and he came untouched, moaning straight into the kiss, pupil turning into a cute little heart as the all pleasure heâs build up crashed down on him, âmmHHhfffâ ngHH-uuHHNNMâŚâĄ~~!â
Hot white ropes of cum shot out of his neglected cock, coating his pelvis and shaft in this sticky layer of his bodily fluids. It was dripping down his thighs and perineum, all the way to where you two were still connected. His poor, poor sex was all swollen red with unfulfilled desire. His body shaking and twitching like crazy, eye rolling into the back of his head as he forgot how to breath, again. And his faceâ oh what a mess it was..!â heck, that was an understatement to how debauched and disheveled he looked.
You pulled back from the kiss just to groan into his chest, snickering in a low pitch, âDamn anaxa⌠do you know you always tighten up when you cum?â You were panting yourself now, getting closer and closer to your own peak. He was still basking in the aftershocks of his orgasm, yet you were moving inside him again, causing him to weep in overstimulation. The sight of him falling apart on your dick was just way too erotic, turning your once steady thrusts into sloppy, animalistic rutting. Ones where you were chasing your own pleasure.
How were you supposed to stop yourself, when he looked this ready and delicious, sprawled out in front of you, waiting to be taken again and again? You latched your lips around his nipple, biting down as you mumbled into his chest, âyour walls⌠they areâ so wet and hot⌠itâs like they adapted to the shape of my cock,,, fuck Iâm close tooâŚâ
Anaxa couldnt say anything without interrupting himself with a sob or whine, so all he did was hold onto you as his second, even faster approaching orgasm washed over him. âAhnGHHHhâ oh l-lovee mHGhhgg, I-i cant, sâtoo gooodd~ too muuuchhh âĄâĽď¸âĄ ahâNGHhn, uHhnn-ahhnnnggâĄââ it was just as intense as the first one, making his toes curl as more scratch lines joined your back. Anyone would assume you got attacked by a pack of wild animals at the sight, not knowing the animals in question was the you twoâs nasty coupling.
His second release was a little less in amount and more watery in consistency, but he was nowhere near dry yet. You came with him simultaneously, spilling so deep inside him he could feel you filling his guts. It soon dripped out of him from around your still buried but softening shaft, soiling the ground below with a toxic cocktail of your shared fluids.
Both of you needed a long moment to recover from what just transpired, slowly coming down from your respective highs. He hugged your head close to his chest, allowing you to listen to his frantic heartbeat. After a while, he whispered, still stuttering slightly, the grumbles of his voice echoing from his chest into your cheek, âso⌠areâŚare we going for⌠ngh, for round two orâŚ?â
You let out an exasperated laugh, still catching your breath. âSure, but not here.â To which he huffed, âwhat are you waiting for then? Letâs go home.â
guess who's back, back again, it's đ anon back at it again!
so. Sampo Koski (i'm fully inclined to say his full ass name because why not, it's hilarious) recently i had a big craving for his bratty little ass, so i was thinking, maybe reader (gn or otherwise) getting way too tired of his quips and just... fucking him roughly, rough sex, bondage (or any form of BDSM), some (or a lot of) manhandling and a teensy bit of a blood (either from clawing or biting can work!) can work really well!
but honestly, go wild i donât really mind whatsoever, iâm swamped with work right now and i just need to satisfy my needs from them lolol.
so, again, have fun with this request!
from, le đ anon!
Hello hello~! Great to see you again. After two whole months, I hope you arenât that swamped with work anymore? Haha
Dom!reader x sub!sampo - reader is gn
Warning: bondage, pegging (I use dick), rough sex, slapping, manhandling, chocking, scratching, mention of death, hair pulling, edging
It was a mistake to trust him.
Seriously, this man is wanted by the guards and owns the infamous image of a liar, how could you believe in his words? Maybe they were just too sweet, too tempting and irresistible. Even so, it doesnât justify how stupid you were to trust him. That sweet yet two faced smile, it made you blind. I mean- how dared he scam you with low quality ropes?!
All you wanted was to buy some nice, pretty ropes, and he even gave you a discount. Then he talked big about how well he threats his customers, and that heâd personally bring it to your house. Though the moment you glanced at the item, seeing the rough texture and poor handicraft, your jaw dropped. No wonder the price was so damn cheap, this guy tried to rip you off! Who did he take you for? This wonât do, you wasnât someone easy whoâd let it slide after him apologising. Youâve been so excited to receive it after all, thatâs why you had to teach him a lesson.
You grabbed him by his arm and dragged him inside, throwing him onto the ground. The rope slipped from his hands, landing next to him. A cold look in your eyes and you kicked his sides, telling him to get onto the bed. He eventually obliged, then you began stripping his clothes. Sampo let you do it with a sheepish smile and dropping eyes, chuckling satisfied. That lewd little fox just loved it when you are rough with him, when you push him around and put him in his place. Now his face was being pushed into a fluffy pillow while his ass was high in the air, kneeling basically. Wrists near his ankle as you brought the red rope closer to him, straightening it out then whispering, âhold still.â
With a swift move, you tightened the knot around his wrist, pulling with all your strength. He groaned a little and bawled his hands into fists, fully aware that there will be bruises on the next day. âMost esteemed customer~ why⌠are you testing your product on me?â His voice got higher towards the end, a sense of excitement hidden under the surface. âHah, come on, we are more than just merchant and buyer.â You reminded him while giving his bare butt a harsh slap, leaving behind a red mark. âNghh~! Ahaha! Oh y/n, you are as fascinating as ever.â
Thatâs right, you two have shared some intimacy before and despite the relationship you both had he still tried to scam you. âSave your flattery for later. Now, tell me, does this feel like quality ropes?â You asked him with a scorn, in the meantime opening the lit of a bottle. The tall male had a rather sarcastic expression, acting like he didnât know. Though the answer was as clear as day. He could feel it rub against his flesh, irritating and burning his skin. It had an itchy feeling to it, yet it also hurt, causing the area around it to turn red.
A faint blush covered the cheeks of the boy. His breathing was heavy and ragged, sweat forming on his forehead. Then you grabbed his roots and yanked on his hair, making him arch his back into a crescent shape, mumbling, âanswer me.â The rather rough treatment was immediately met with a loud moan, âuhhH-nNNGhhh~! Ah, be gentle, y/n..â finally he looked at you, mouth parted and tongue hanging out a little. His face also reddened by a few shades, the corners of his lips were curled into a grin.
âI take it you know what this means for you?â You sighed and asked him, squeezing a large amount of lube onto your inner palm. He acted like he didnât know, staying quiet and making a -hmm?- sound. So you continued with, âyour punishment, for deceiving me.â Then you stuck two fingers inside his hole, fingering him sloppily. âPunish.. ment? Ah-ngHhhh..! To-too rough~âĄâ Sampo threw his head back, his blue-white hair bouncing around. âYes, punishment for bad boys.â
Seeing how he shuddered and shook, you deemed him prepared enough and pulled your fingers out. Afterwards you lined the tip of your length to his hole, followed by you dropping the bottle onto the ground and grabbing his waist with both hands. Holding him, making him stick his ass out some more. âMhmm~ ha, haah⌠donât hold back now, dear customer.â His breathing became even more ragged, he was obviously enjoying this. âWhat a fucking whore.â You chuckled, giving his bottom another squeeze, spreading his hole with two fingers before penetrating him.
You slowly pushed the tip in, noticing how his shoulders jerked upwards, the oh so familiar grin returned to his wet lips. Since he was taking this so well, you might as well speeding up the process. With one snap of your hip, you pushed the rest of it inside him, your pelvis hitting his ass. âNgGGHhh~!! Ah- f-fuck, so good, more, ha- mHm, do me harder âĄâĽď¸!â Sampo cried out, hands wrapped around his own ankle, grip tightening with all his might. He wanted to trash around so bad, though the restrains werenât bulging in the slightest. Keeping him in check, unmoving and restricted.
Without wasting much time, you began moving, thrusting your dick in and out of him at a fast pace. âAhHh!â He moaned at the sensation, at you rubbing against his walls and hitting places so deep inside him that it made him see stars. Then you leaned closer to him, grabbing his hair again as you whispered into his ear, âYou said harder? Letâs see if you can take it then.â After that you licked his earlobe, running your tongue all over the shell while moving your hips ruthlessly. âNGhhh! Y/nnn~! Ah, t-touch me more!â He whimpered, wanting you to show some attention to his leaking member, but you ignored him.
Instead, you opened your mouth and bit his shoulder, trying to raise the speed even more. The hand on his hip gripped him harsh enough to leave bruises, the other one accidentally ripped off some strains of hair from his scalp. You bit down even more when his voice hitched, enough to draw out some fresh drops of blood. At this point he was a withering mess, crying with such a dumb yet blissful expression on his face, his blush spread to his shoulders as well. âOoOhhhH, AHHnnHgg fuuuck!! There, r-right there, so good, fuck me more, more!!â A series of unintelligible words left him, echoing through the lust-ridden room.
The pain he felt from your rough treatment, from the newly gotten bruises and wounds all faded away the moment you found his sweet spot. Not only that, youâve been abusing that poor area with such brutality he felt like he was gonna die. Each time the tip pressed and hammered against that spot, his head would empty themselves and more tears would fell from his eyes. Drool was hanging out of his mouth as you relentlessly pounded into him, panting and doing your best to keep the tempo up.
âHah⌠this is hardly a punishment for you, isnât it?â You scoffed under your breath, feeling a little bothered by it. Thatâs why you slapped and scratched his butt again, cursing out, âlook at what a fucking pervert you are, Sampo koski.â After drawing some blood with your nails, you insulted him, smirking sadistic. His face was quite a sight to behold, so chaotic and blushy, so damn adorable. âUhHHmm!~âĄâĽď¸ GuUughhh!!â All he did was whimpering and moaning like some dog in heat, struggling against his restrains while his cock leaked his filthy pre onto the bed. With all the remaining strength he had, he meekly trust his hips back against you, trying to get you to go even further.
Then you stopped, very abruptly. âAh-ahhh..?â A confused squeak escaped him. Hands still holding his hips while he sobbed into the pillow, but you didnât move at all. âShall I just leave you like this? Considering you arenât seeing this as a punishment.â You asked yourself, though talked loud enough for him to hear, you wanted him to know. âuhhh- huuu~?? N-no! Donât stop y-yet!â His voice was rough and hoarse from his screaming his lungs out. That man really has no shame considering how loud his volume was the entire time.
He turned his head back, trying to look at you. And when he did, a shiver ran down his spine, almost enough to push him over the edge. You were smiling with your eyes, a dangerous look, one that told him to run away r heâd regret it. But, to him, he was already too deep in this mess to escape. This was going to be a long night for him, and he knew since the beginning. âYou wanna cum, Sampo?â You began, leaning down to his level again. By doing so you pushed your dick a little deeper in and he whined at the friction. The male didnât respond with words, he only nodded his head hesitantly, meekly. A sense of fear and pleasure bubbling inside him. How he loved to feel like nothing next to you.
Next thing he knew you clasped one hand over his eyes and wrapped the other one around his throat, squeezing him, about it choke him. âBe a good boy and endure it. If Iâm satisfied, Iâll let you cum.â
His heart pounded against his chest, he felt lightheaded. All the ecstasy and anticipation was making him dizzy with lust. He didnât even have to think twice before groaning with a low voice, âyes, please, toy with me. Kill me with your loveâĄâ
Warning: reader has a dick (otherwise no pronouns used), bottom anaxa, low-key obsessive Anaxa, jealousy, collage au, hints of stalking, fingering, light hair pulling, biting/marking (both ways), hickeys, breeding kink, dirty language, feminisation/crossdressing, lingerie, nipple play, rough sex, make up sex?, dacryphilia, overstimulation, (semi) public sex, making out
You broke up with Anaxagoras and found someone new already, but he isnât taking it so well⌠wait, is he⌠actually wearing a skirt trying to seduce you, out in publicâŚ!?
Itâs been a few weeks now since you ended things with anaxa and anyone could tell his complexion was terrible. He was ashamed to admit he pulled multiple all nighters to conduct research just to distract himself. He couldnât sleep well after you left, his mind wandering to places he didnât permit. All this resulting in a lack of self care. Hyacine had to drag him out of his lab quite a few times and force him to take his meals. By the looks of it, he fell victim to his old habits, which you so painstakingly tried to correct; yet now that you werenât here, he didnât bother anymore.
Occasionally, one could catch him grumbling to himself, groaning in annoyance. Well, this was about the ever so prideful Anaxagorasâ and to make matters worse, you were the one who broke it off. Your reason? Some excuse about the two of you not being âcompatible anymoreâ. Anaxa interpreted it as you not being fond of his eccentric personality like many others, just the truth dressed up in sugary veils. This was fine, it didnât matter to him, he expected this to happen sooner or later since heâd never change his ways. You know what? He didnât even care that much, you werenât the first one to be like that.
Even though he admittedly was still feeling quite down due to the separation, he brushed it off as frustration that will pass with time. It wasnât going too badly actually, if not for this unplanned variable that disrupted everything. Because today, he caught sight of you chatting with someone else while wearing that stupid grin youâve normally only shown him before. You and that other person, bashfully conversing, looking like something straight out of a story with literal sparkles and roses surrounding the frame.
Was he imagining this? Or were the two of you actually flirting. No matter how often he rubbed his eye, the scene didnât change one bit. This wasnât just two âfriendsâ talking, no⌠this was you moving on to someone new. Already.
It ticked him off, it irked him. He didnât want to keep watching yet couldnât stop neither. His heart pounded in this irrational way, leaping out of his chest. It made him want to stab his remaining eye out.
Judging by the way you desperately tried to keep the conversation going, as if you were unwilling to part with them, his intuition was right on the nail. To think youâve set your sights on someone new already⌠it hasnât even been that long since the breakup! Not to mention he was still affectedâ no, no he wasnât. He was doing perfectly fine without you. This had nothing to do with him anymore, you were single now, he had no reason to be invested.
Thatâs how he would have liked it, yet emotions arenât always logical and he couldnât stop his hands from tightened into a fist. The longer he watched everything unfold, the more his chest twisted.
Firstly⌠letâs calm down. Maybe you werenât pursuing this person at all and he was just overthinking. You used to always tell him that heâs the only one for you and all that tooth rotting-ly sweet stuff. While he knew those were sweet nothings, the reason for you to say them in the first place couldnât have faded this quickly, right..? Anaxa was convinced of his reasoning for a few days or maybe he just gaslighted himself until he saw you with that person again. This time? It seems you two made some progress on your relationshipâ you were even tying their shoelaces!
Thereâs no denying it anymore. You most definitely moved on, left him stuck as the only one still struggling with was has been lost. It hurt, as if his heart was being torn and squeezed. It hit him like a realisation he hated to admit. He might be arrogant, but he wasnât oblivious nor stupid, he could tell this nasty emotion he felt was jealousy. How very pathetic. He didnât know he was the possessive type nor that he still had lingering feelings. Despite how desperately he tried to not show it, how he tried to lie to himself, he was still hung up on what he used to have.
For a while, he was moving like a madman. Observing the two of you for no reason, following you around everywhere. Even he didnât have a logical explanation for his own actions, though if he had to make a wild guess, it probably stems out of desperation. This continued for longer than it should have, and now, three weeks after breaking up, you gifted that other person a large boutique of bright flowers.
Their sweet laughter as they gracefully accepted the gift felt like needles piercing his chest, a gut wrenching feeling boiled beneath his rib cage. As if his heart just sunk to the bottom of an ocean, heavy and forgotten. He wasnât crying or anything, not even pulling a grimace, just a cold frown as if he couldnât stand the sight of you two anymore. Which was frankly enough the truth.
This surely wasnât fair now, was it? You left him for a⌠what, better option? Worse? Someone prettier? More bold? Or was it about the amount of attention one could give? They sure seemed carefree enough, always hanging around you, unlike him, who was holed up in his lab constantly. Was this the real reason you left, because he was always busy? So you were just lacking attention, huh? If he had known you were this high-maintenance, he would haveâ!
A deep sigh escaped his lungs, thereâs no point in cussing out the past, he should put his focus onto the present instead. Now that he has concluded you simply want more of his time like the greedy pest you are, a new plan has been weaved in his head. Time, he just needed to make more time for you and youâd willingly come back to him. By that logic, itâs not like you left because you found someone else, you were just looking for a replacement. For a mannequin that can play house with you and be the object of his jealousy simultaneously.
What a relief, that means he only needed to tell you he got it all figured out. You should have told him you wanted him to chase you! Now he understood what he had to do. Because even after all this time, he was still the only one for you, the only one in charge of your heart âĽď¸
Out of nowhere, Anaxagoras began putting more effort into his hair and appearance, carefully choosing the sexiest, most fashionable clothes ever to wear. Totally not him trying to seduce you or anything, he was just feeling it. Should he adorn himself with something tight enough to show off his body? Or super loose to play into the cute arch type? Perhaps a neat dress shirt, only to end up drenched in water by some âunluckyâ accident.
Of course heâd only pour water over himself when heâs certain that you are the only one around, otherwise itâd be way too embarrassing. Youâve seen his nude body before, so itâs different with you.
Heâd also deliberately wear his corsets tighter than usual, accentuating his waist and curves. This was due to your endless compliments from the time you were still together. You used to obsess over how tiny his waist was and how attractive it apparently made him. So he played into that preference of yours even more, cheeks flushing a bright red hue the more he reminisced back on his relationship with you. Never would he have imagined heâd miss the endless touching and teasing, among other intimate things he shared with you.
The first few times he strolled around wearing that fancy fit, he made sure to pass right underneath your nose. He was feeling quite confident as well. You must have noticed him, right? Canât take your eyes off of him? Oh he knew he looked quite good, probably like your wet dreams come true~ yet when you showed no notable reaction, he became a little self conscious. Since matter of fact, you didnât approach him at all throughout the entire day! Not even a single glance!
Was he not being obvious enoughâŚ? You could be so oblivious sometimes, so annoyingly dense, tsk tsk. Next time, he tried something bolder, and bolder, and even more daring. No one could have predicted how much this situation would escalate. Itâs gotten to the point where anaxa was no longer acting like himself. He was dressed in a rather feminine outfit, with frills and ribbons and a skirt. His face hidden behind a mask and hair tied up in a bowâ most people would assume he was a girl.
Anaxa had never attempted crossdressing outside the bedroom and even then it was always due to your requests⌠so he had great troubles keeping a straight composure. His knees felt weak, his mind kept yelling at him to cut it out, that this was going too far, and that it was about time to let it go. Even so, his heart stayed stubborn like the scholar he was. This experiment will surely succeed, it has to. Youâll notice him this time and be surprised he ever willingly wore it. All for you, only for you.
In contrary to his expectations, this was a fail too, though he didnât come back empty-handed this time. No, he learned something valueable. You were deliberately ignoring him.
Hah. HahaâŚ! How laughable, oh he should have known. Youâve been conscious of him the whole time. Instead of listening to the tiny shred of reason left in him, he instead pondered over how often you must have thought of him. Over whatâs got to be going through that pretty little head of yours when you saw him dressed all prettily just to catch your eye. If that was how you were going to play, then donât blame him for not playing fair either.
Soon enough, you got to experience his stubbornness again. All the different ways he used to get your attention became increasingly more obvious and hard to ignore. As if his shame slowly got replaced with this competitive urge to win, to get you to acknowledge him. Which is why the scholar recently âtrippedâ right into your arms, his hands fisting the clothes over your chest as he held onto you for dear life. He was clinging so much that one might think heâs made out of glass. Please forgive his clumsiness, wonât you?
Once you glanced down at him, you could barely believe it. He was wearing such a skimpy, slutty fit that your eyes began scanning over him without permission. The familiar coat from last time now gaping open from the front, revealing his bare skin layered behind thin fabrics. You didnât want to act this insolent, yet it was getting harder and harder to not just grab his waist. It ended with you adapting a pretty uncomfortable position, where you were keeping your arms awkwardly next to his body without touching.
âHey⌠are you alright, Anaxagoras? If youâre not hurt, could you let goâŚ?â You mumbled as you glanced around, somehow feeling guilty. It was a truly strange sensation, to have your former boyfriend cling to you so tightly.
This sudden change in your ex was honestly very unexpected, you never could have imagined in your wildest dreams that you would have to deal with such an⌠emotional version of anaxa. Despite everything, you couldnât deny seeming him acting all needy like this wasnât getting under your skin. He was quite cute... ah, damn it, these arent thoughts you should be having now.
Instead of answering you in a normal manner, he just had to lean into the crook of your neck, whispering into your ear with his lips almost touching your skin, âI⌠I donât feel so good, canât you help me outâŚ?â His voice was smooth, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You were about to argue that he seemed perfectly healthy, until you saw the intensity of his blush, and noticed how his legs were trembling. Was he cold? Maybe running a fever even? Why would he wear such short rags anyway? Of course it looked good on him, but stillâ!
A heavy sigh left your lips as you felt inclined to help him reach the nurse office, letting go to allow him to lay down on the bed while you called out for anyone who could be of help. No one replied. Of course youâd be completely alone in a room with your ex-lover, naturally, this universe loved these kinds of jokes.
When you shifted your attention back to the male, about to inform him of the nurseâs absence, you didnât expect to catch him in a vulnerable position. Was this another one of his antics? To bend down right in front of your eyes, with no regards to the inappropriateness of the situation and acting as if he was grabbing something from a bottom shelf.
Now he was even shaking his hips! This was a clear sign, wasnât it? Like a cheap whore begging to be takenâŚ! You were left in a daze until anaxa glanced over his shoulder, his eyelashes thick above his sharp eyes, the intensity of his gaze snapping you out of it. He smirked at your dumbfounded and confused expression, chucking with a teasing undertone, âwhat are you staring at?â
You didnât even respond to his provocations, only hurrying out of the nursing room before you could make an irrational decision. This isnât right, you were supposed to have gotten over him, he was clearly only playing with you⌠though anaxa wasnât that kind of petty personâ nevertheless, youâve begun pursuing someone elseâŚ! Get a grip!
Anaxa stared until the door closed, a faint smirk forming on his lips. This was a moment of success, you were definitely looking at him, affected by him and thinking about him. He has been watching you from the corner of his eye, like he always does, gauging your reactions to his looks and actions. And judging by that, you appeared to be still attracted to him~ ah, really, he was so much prettier than whoever that nobody was, wasnât he? Besides, he already knows all about your dirtiest fantasies~
Gradually, even his actions became increasingly daring, until he was bold enough to actually grind his hips against yours and act as if nothing was out of tune. You werenât even sure if you only imagined it, if that ever happened at all because of how composed he was. Though your doubts were quickly answered when you caught him doing it again.
Everything after passed in a flash and before you knew it, you had grabbed anaxaâs wrist and dragged him into some remote area at the back of the building. Once you came back to your senses, he was leaning against the wall, caged between your arms. He wore a confident and knowing smirk as he glanced at you all smugly, his hands slowly unbuttoning his coat as he hummed, âso predictable, I knew you would return to me once I push you sufficiently.â
âŚWhat? No, no. You were going to tell him to stop, to leave you alone. Not whatever his words implied. Your eyes followed the movements of his fingers, slowly unbuttoning his coat from the collar to the bottom. âAre you finally satisfied now? After making me work this hard?â He scoffed at you, even though his tone didnât sound displeased in the slightest. âNo, I- anaxa we arenâtâ!â You wanted to set the record straight, to do what you should as someone who has decided to leave the past behind, yet nothing could have prepared you for what he did next.
The coat he wore gaped open, revealing what was hidden beneath. His eye locked onto you to observe your reaction, his rosy lips curling upwards into a barely restrained smile as he enjoyed having your attention on him again, âlike what you are seeing? Why am I even asking, I know you do.â Slowly, the heavy piece of clothing slipped down his shoulders, pooling at his feet now. He reached out to trace along your jaw with one finger, tilting your head up as he lowered his voice, âseriously⌠Iâm talking to you, eyes up here.â
Easier said than done. Your eyes had a mind of their own as they began tracing his outlines, raking over familiar body parts dressed in foreign clothes. You couldnât even reply that was how flabbergasted you were. Sure, he has worn and done quite a few audacious things by now, but this definitely tops all of it. To think heâd willingly wear this in publicâ when he used to not do so even behind locked doorsâŚ!
Despite his efforts to seem unbothered, he couldnât hide the fact that he was also embarrassed by this scandalous fit. His cheeks were burning as he observed how your eyes wandered over him like a hungry predator, taking in every detail like you were committing it to memory. Shudders coursed down his spine at the intensity of your stare, at how desire bloomed behind these pupils. If you believed he wouldnât notice how your gaze lingered around his⌠letâs say assets, then you were so mistaken.
A million thoughts plagued your mind with the loudest one yelling, âwho told him itâs a good idea to leave the house in nothing but baby doll lingerieâŚ?!â blood was rushing to your head, resulting in any remaining logic that used to anchor you to rot away. Itâs not fair, you truly couldnât help it. His skin looked so soft under the bright sunlight, his pink nipples all hard against the transparent âclothingâ. The way the lace hugged his skin, defined his body and highlighted his curves was tantalising, a piece of art you couldnât take your eyes off of.
And when he reached his arms out to wrap them around your neck, to pull you closer and whisper into your ear with that seductive voice of his, you knew resistance was futile.
â
ââŚAh-ahâ mhm⌠ha-haah..!! ⥠s-so rough⌠y-you arenât- ah, gentle to me anymore, uh-ughMnhh~ âĽď¸âĄ is⌠is it b-because we arenât datingâŚ? Haha~â Anaxa taunted with an eager and arrogant smirk, his hands clawing at your back as he struggled to maintain his balance, mostly due to you holding one of his legs up and pinning it against the wall. With your other hand, you prepared him, stuffing two fingers inside his already stretched passage.
It appears heâs been expecting this, to think heâd come up to you and seduce you while all lubed up and ready⌠Seriously, how did you end up folding to his whims so badlyâŚ? You didnât give him a reply and instead curled your fingers exactly the way he liked, still remembering his favourite spots. This earned you a high-pitched moan from the male, his face melting into something awfully lewd. âAhnnGhhh~âĽď¸âĽď¸âĽď¸ my, my⌠did you get better at thisâŚ? Thatâs so meaâ huurGhkk, ahh⌠right t-thereâŚâĄâĽď¸â
It felt good, unbelievably so. As he thought, you two were meant to be. You still knew how to play his body like an instrument, hitting every note with scary accuracy. The way your digits moved inside himâ curling against that cluster of nerves that had him arching his back like a common whore âforcing his tight walls to yield and make way for you. When you began putting pressure against that place with pinpoint accuracy, his eye rolled back as his nails dug another wound into your shoulder blades.
Anaxa threw his head back and moaned out loud, his toes curling as all these shameful noises escaped his throat with no signs of stopping, âuhhNhhmm~~ ah, ah! Right thereâŚ! Y-you reallyâ urghhâŚ!! âĽď¸âĄ s-so roughâŚ~â Itâs possible that he simply got very sensitive during the time apart from you, that could explain why he was feeling it so much today. But what if itâs because youâve improved your skills by shared a bed with that perâ
âAaanHGhh âĽď¸âĄâĄ s-slow down⌠hngHh!!~ w-wait, oh-uhMnggă⥠l-love, pleaseâŚâ And he forgot all about it after you began scissoring your fingers, the thoughts abandoned as sparks zapped up his spine, raw desire and ecstasy plaguing his willing body. You were breaking him, shattering his mind and body, then rebuilding him piece by piece. A feat only you could achieve, something heâd only allow you to do.
His rim was glistening around your digits, yielding so easily. Looks like someone has been touching himself fairly frequently. His neglected cock was weeping precum from its flushed tip, soiling the skimpy lingerie he wore. It twitched each time you brushed over a particularly sensitive spot inside him, hitting his own lower abdomen and leaving behind a sticky trail. Thin, filthy threads connected his belly to his dripping shaft, and the clear evidence of his debauchery alongside his erotic expressions was enough to hog your attention.
You couldnât stop starring at him, as if you were mesmerizedâ absolutely hooked on this tingling sensation in your own lower body. Naturally, you were still attached to him. There was no need to beat around the bush, you didnât need to lie to yourself. Itâd be wrong to claim his sweet moans werenât doing something to you. His high-pitched, eager whines that were like a sweet symphony composed only for you, made with the singleminded purpose of stirring your heart. Forcing it to move in rhythm to his beat.
Despite how much he was enjoying your fingers, it was about time to move onto something bigger. He wasnât going to be satisfied without the main course today. âMhmmff~ oh f-fuck⌠ah, e-enoughâŚâ He groaned one last time before demanding in a voice the sounded awfully similar to a plead, ât-thatâs⌠Iâm stretched enough, urgh~ âĽď¸ n-no more⌠preparation.., b-belovedâ wonât you, ngGHhâŚâĄâĄ wonât you put it inâŚ?â
Again, he called you by an endearing pet-name he had never used before. To think the proud Anaxagoras would ever use such cutesy words of adoration, calling out for you with that intimate word âloveâ. How silly, your relationship has long ceased to exist, yet he was acting as if you were still lovers. And the worst part? Your heart fluttered at the sound, at how right it felt. At how much you wanted to act as if nothing happened between you two, that the wedge has been closed and that you could embrace him with the same carelessness as before. Even you werenât sure what you wanted anymore.
âBeloved⌠donât ignore meâŚâ he sulked openly, voice trembling slightly. Something he never did before because he used to call it âjuvenileâ. âYou know⌠beloved, you can just put it in⌠I canâ ahhh~ I can take itâŚâĄ itâs not like itâs my first time.â How awfully needy, it was making you want to tease him.
So you pulled your digits out and trailed a fingertip along his perineum, down his inner thighs, before digging into the soft flesh there. The sudden roughness making him gasp, his eye half-lidded and wet with unshed tears. âNot yet, you should learn some patience, anaxa.â He whined even louder, not even hiding his frustrations as he snapped, âbut I want it now, urgh- hnghâŚ!! I-I, please⌠want it, sâbeen so longâ want it hic- so badâŚâ
He squirmed, the blood was running out of his holstered leg, leading to it cramping a little. You were still pinning him down though, not allowing him any leeway. Seeing how you werenât going to comply anytime soon, he decided to take things into his own hands and reached down to cup your bulge through your trousers. A sharp hiss slipped from your lips, encouraging him to take it further.
Anaxa immediately noticed the way you were straining against the fabric, the realisation hanging over him. You could see that knowing, self-pleased grin of his returning as he teased, âwhatâs thisâŚ? Iâ hah..! I almost thought someone didnât find me attractive anymore⌠but it seems my worries were unnecessary?â Damn it, you couldnât even say anything as a come back.
Eventually, you gave in to his demands, now gripping his waist tightly with both hands. His legs wrapped around your waist, your bodies close enough to lift and pin his against the wall. Your composure crumbled when he began grinding down against your arousal, a deep in- and exhale as you mumbled, âanaxa, you really are determined to see this to the endâŚâ he didnât answer, though one look into his sultry, magenta and blue eyes told you everything you needed to know.
âYou know Iâm stubborn.â Was all he panted out in response. He didnât waste any more time and pulled your zipper down, freeing your cock with singleminded focus. Your dick was already leaking onto his lower abdomen, adding onto the pool pf mess created by his precum. His smile turning sheepish when he whispered, arms gripping your shoulders loosely, âIâm always ready for you, beloved âĄâ
Suddenly, anaxa cupped your face with both hands and stroked your cheeks, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. He missed seeing your face up close. His touch was surprisingly gentle, thumbs brushing over your bottom lip while making sure you were looking at nothing but him. Because you two were in such close proximity, you could basically feel his warm, shaky breath tickling your skin. The same goes to him, his skin prickling at each hot exhale.
It was difficult to put into words, but, the atmosphereâ the way he looked and caressed you âall of it felt awfully saccharine. You could see every single detail on his face. His lashes clumping with his unshed tears, the blush resting high on his cheeks, the sliver of skin hidden behind his crooked eyepatch showing.
He was monopolising your attention as if it has always belonged to him, and, frankly enough, you were starting to get the impression that that is the case. You didnât hinder him when he crossed his ankles over your lower back, pulling you impossibly closer, as if he wanted to fuse with you and never part again. He slowly leaned forward until he bumped his nose with yours, giggling to himself at the silly gesture. Then, he pressed his forehead to yourâs, whispering softly, âBeloved⌠you are so mean to me, donât you know how much I missed you, missed this?â
You were like frozen in place, watching him do all this with your mouth slightly parted. Once you caught a glimpse of the tremble in his glistening eyes though, you faltered.
By now, you were absolutely confused and overwhelmed by your own mixed emotions, contradicting yourself with every passing second. You didnât know what to say in reply to his confession, your heart leaping in your chest as breathing got increasingly difficult. It almost felt like you were falling in love all over again.
His hands reached back a little to tangle in your hair, your breaths mingling as he mumbled, âbeloved, I- ah⌠I mean, wont youâŚâ he stopped, his face tilting a little as he leaning in impossibly closer, his blush deepening into a bright crimson. It even spread to his ears, casting a red tint over his features. âCanât you⌠kiss me?â Right after voicing this uncharacteristically pure request, he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, hiding his face from any form of scrutiny or ridicule.
You didnât think heâd get this embarrassed over such an innocent question, especially when heâs been whoring himself out for you like thereâs no tomorrow. His request wasnât a difficult one to grant, there was but one thing left to do: make a choice on which path you wished to take. Because once you exchange that kiss with him, you donât think youâll be able to hold back much longer. Did you want to go back to your old love, or continue pursuing someoen new?
A seemingly simple question, yet you lost the answer to it somewhere along the way. Anaxagoras was still just as beautiful as the day you two parted, and the more you thought about it, the more you felt yourself drawn in by his whispers. His gentle caresses, pleasant scent, sweet voice and needy expressions. Besides, he wanted you too, you knew this much. So wouldnât this be the safer option?
Before you could sort your thoughts out, anaxa grew impatient and groaned, âdo you need to think that hard about it? Shouldnât I be the only thing on your mind right now?â He smashed his lips against yours, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth as punishment. A slight huff escaped him as he kissed you with no grace, only desperation, taking the initiative. Your brain blanked out for a moment, your body responding intuitively as you returned the kiss.
The grip around his slender waist tightened as if you were trying to trap him, to prevent him from escaping your grasps. It didnât take long before the once light smooches turned into a full five course meal consisting of you two making out like wild beasts, trying to devour one another. Your tongues moving in tandem, exchanging heat and yearning, gradually exploring the otherâs preferences.
It lasted longer than expected, you two had awfully good harmony and compatibility. Anaxa only broke the kiss to catch his breath, saliva strings connecting his mouth with yours as he heaved. His lungs slowly filling with air again. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, averting his gaze in meek embarrassment. To end up choking on a kiss because he was too eager⌠how humiliating, itâs not like he was some inexperienced virgin.
You glanced down at him while he was recovering, slowly coming to terms with this unexpected development. Some strands of his hair began sticking to his moist skin, his nipples hardening all lewdly, his arousal leaking with need consistently. The babydoll lingerie he wore was also clinging to him, its sheer fabric hugging his curves like some deadly temptation. Not only was it very revealing and perverted, it also enhanced his beauty.
âI have a question for you as well, anaxa.â You began, teasing him by kneading his waist with your thumbs. That caused him to squirm, his grip changing from holding to fisting the back of your clothes. What adorable reactions, and so you continued your taunt, âTell me, where did you learn to act this slutty?â
The male glared at you due to your choice of words, his ears flushing as he sulked with fake anger, âobviously because you made me like thisâŚâ Putting the blame on you now, huh? You couldnât help but subconsciously want to keep the banter going and chuckled, âHow is it my fault?â To which he snarled, âyou left me, all alone.â
TouchĂŠ, you couldnât argue with that. So instead, you moved lower with your kisses, leaving pecks along his jaw and neck. Your lips trailed across his throat, making him gasp softly. You quickly found that one particular spot you knew was especially sensitive, and teased it with sucks and kisses. You might have even thrown a bite in here and there, the onslaught of sensation making him gulp audibly. Soon enough, that spot reddened into a hickey. All satisfied now, you whispered, âwill you forgive me then, anaxa?â
Shivers coursed down his spine, his skin prickling with goosebumps as he glared at you with no real anger behind it. You knew his body too well, he was playing and addicted to a losing game. âif you want my forgiveness⌠stop with this half-hearted nonsenseâŚ! Take me, like you did when we wereâ!â He stopped himself, frowning a little at what he almost said, before ending his sentence with a much quieter, ââŚjust, do it. Put it in⌠show me you are serious.â
It was hard not to notice the way tears began collecting in the corners of his eyes again, and you found it hard to believe your once composed and serious lover could act so vulnerable. You tightened your grip around his waist even more, the strength behind it almost bruising now, making him whine as he crushed your head against his chest. His voice was barely audible as he finally began begging, âah.. love, please, pleaseââ
Even you were getting riled up to the point you couldnât hold back anymore. So you rubbed your tip against his twitching entrance, feeling the way his rim fluttered and gasped, as if inviting you inside. You were so close to entering him, to finally giving him what he wantedâ No. Why⌠why were you just hovering there like some amateur who didnât know how to stick it inâŚ!?!
He whined at the denial and cried out, âyouâ donât teaseâŚ! I really need it, what more do you wantâŚ?! F-fill me and f-fuck me already...â You gawked at how sexy he sounded, and you ground against him some more, murmuring, âIâm on it. We have all the time in the world. Whatâs the rush?â
A bashful expression, one so uncharacteristic of him, now seen on that gorgeous face of his. With a heavy whine, that crooked eyepatch barely covering his eye socket, and a voice like a siren you couldnât get enough of, he hissed, âhavent I begged you enough?â
In a rebellious attempt to speed up the process, he tried to grind down onto your cock, gasping as the tip entered him by a fraction. Just the tiny stretch alone was better than what his fingers could ever achieve. Then he demanded in a tone that felt more like a desperate last resort, âstick it in now, fuck me up⌠or I-Iâll⌠Iâll find someone elseâ ahâ MhmmFf...!â Before he could finish his threat, you kissed his lips.
The surprise was enough to make him forget to breath, choking on your tongue once more. The way you moved and teased him was all way too familiar. You were treating him just like before, and he couldnât ask for more. He moaned into the kiss, his mouth tingling all over as warmth spread where you touched. All your eagerness, desire, and passion was still the same. You were still the same person who loved him to the end of the world and beyond the limits of the sky.
He choked and gasped while scratching red lines down your back, clawing at you until you broke the kiss. Fat tears were rolling down his face now as he whimpered, âah⌠n-no, donât stop⌠kiss me again.â Despite him almost passing out from no air, he didnât want to stop the kiss. You smiled gently and kissed his tears away, muttering, âeasy now.â At the same time, you felt you made him wait long enough and slowly began easing your way inside him.
âAh- d-damn it⌠so goodâŚâĄâ His tongue lolled out at the stretch, the sensation was so uniquely intense that he threw his head back. Itâs been so long since you two last did this. Even though he prepared himself, his fingers just werenât the real deal. He struggled to accommodate your size, heaving heavily to try and accommodate you. His nipples were hardened peaks underneath the transparent lingerie, and he was clinging to you like his life depended on it.
You took this chance to push your tongue into his mouth, kissing him passionately. This had his squishy walls clamping down around your cock, as if he was scared youâll pull out. Since his insides were quite wet and sloppy already, it didnât take long for you to bottom out inside him.
And once you did put it in he was moaning so loudly youâd think he was doing it on purpose. He was never this shameless before, especially not in public. But could you really blame him? You were so damn deep, your cock pressing against all the places where heâs been aching for you. His grunts came from the bottom of his chest, mirroring the ecstasy he was experiencing. âM-moveâŚ!â Was all he could snarl at your way before a series of whines echoed through this empty space.
You didnât even move much, only grinding your tip slightly deeper into him and he was crying out from the pleasure already. The way he squeezed around you was enough to make you groan into his neck. His lower abdomen was also bulging from your size. You confirmed it when you pulled back until only the tip remained, then pushed it all~ the way back in. âAh- AhnnghâŚ!â Heâd whimper with each microscopic movement, hands going back to clawing at your already wounded back.
âDonât forget to breath now, pretty boy.â You teased, one hand moving up to hold him by his torso. It was the perfect position for your thumb to rub his nipples through the lingerie, the feeling of the rough, transparent fabric against his rosy buds making him hiss. âYou j-just focus onâŚ! Urghh âĄâĽď¸ on f-fucking me properlyâŚ!â He scoffed, yet it was clear you didnât need his reminder.
âFuck you properly huh? Just donât pass out first.â With that being said, you began moving your hips in a steady rhythm. Starting off slow and deep, hitting all these places that made him mewl and squeal before gradually accelerating. Your lips found his neck again, and pressed open-mouthed kissed to his heated skin. Once you found the junction of his throat and shoulder, you bit down. Hard enough to break skin, and for blood to seep to the surface.
âHmnnGhhhâa-ahhâŚ! Hurtsâ fuck, dont s-stopâŚ!â He wanted everything you could give him. The pain, the marks, and the pleasure. Oh he desperately needed those marks. He wanted everyone to see you were his as he was yourâs. And you gave it to him, without a second thought. More and more inches of skin fell victim to your teeth, and he wouldnât have wanted it any other way.
At the same time, those deep thrusts of yours were literally punching the breath out of him, forcing him to gasp with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Drool and sweat was leaking down his chin, his voice breaking as you found his prostate. âAhhNGhHHhă~âĽď¸âĄâĽď¸!!! T-there, right thereâŚ!! Keep hitting me theâ nGHhGG~ oh- fuuuckâŚ!! Love you, mâlove you, love thisâĽď¸âĄâ
He was making sure everyone could hear him. Would know he was getting pounded stupid on your terrifyingly amazing, marvelous cock, hitting all his favorite spots. Anaxa wanted those rumors and whispers, wanted them to know how good you were fucking him, and how he was moaning like a whore all because of you. Hopefully thatâll be enough to make them stop bothering whatâs his.
Though you didnt know about his plan, and you werenât going to let this become the death of your social life, so you sneered at him, âkeep it down, anaxa⌠before we both get thrown out of campus for public indecency.â He clicked his tongue dismissively, refusing to listenâ or perhaps his brain just hasnât registered your words. As a result, you clasped a hand over his mouth to shut him up.
Anaxa instantly cried and lick your palm, hands clawing at you to try and peel you off. But your grip was too strong and firm for him, you didnât budge even an inch. He was begging you to let go so that he can get some pretty rumours going~
You let go once you noticed he was having a harder time breathing. But only after making him promise heâll at least try to be quieter. Due to that promise, he had to listen to your command and bit your shoulder in return. If he wasnât allowed to be vocal, heâll be showy then, marking you just as you marked him. His voice muffled into your skin as your thrusts shifted into something more primal and aggressive.
You were no longer using those precise, deep pounds that could be felt like a bone-deep ache. Instead, you were snapping your hips against his in a wild abandon, uncaring about the accuracy, just roughly rutting into him like some mindless animal. He cried out at the intensity, at the ruthless pace you set. The feeling of your dick rubbing and hitting his walls in this quick succession was enough to make him lose his mind, making him babble absentmindedly, âannGhhâŚ!! Ah- ahhh~âĽď¸âĄ s-stop, n-no..!! Donât stop, h-harder, more, deeper âĄâĽď¸âĄâ
His brain was short circulating, practically melting beneath your demonstrations. His body was like endless nerve endings, reacting so strongly to every single one of your touches. Was it even possible to feel this much all at once? Has sex with you have always been so ecstatic? If so, he might just get cock-drunk on you, he might never want this to end âĽď¸
And when he looked down, discovering the belly bulge in his lower body, he absolutely lost it. Legs tightening around your waist as he clung to you even more, moaning right into your ear, âyou are f-fucking my stomach⌠ah-, ahhhâŚ! Cum inside me, p-please cum inside⌠I wanna feel you dripping out, wanna get filled and pregnant.â
âDo you even hear yourself right now? I canât believe this.â You chuckled, you never imagined youâd hear such filth coming out of that pristine mouth of his. Yet you werenât one to ruin the fun and joined in on this little fantasy, one hand now digging into the tent in his tummy, âiâm⌠right below this part, arent I? Say, anaxa, if I fill you up enough, you think I can actually breed you~?â
The thought alone was intoxicating. That would surely be the most public way to claim you, to tell everyone else to get lost, because you were bound to him forever. By flesh, by blood, by a child. Even if itâs not possible, the thought alone was enough to push him closer to his high, his thighs spasming as he sobbed, âdonât just teaseâŚ. Do it, ahâ fill me up, iâm c-close⌠oOuhhHnn cumminâ, c-cumming mHhhh~âĽď¸âĄâĽď¸âŚ!!â
âIsnt this a little too soon, anaxa?â You smirked, seemingly amused at how quickly youâve got him spilling over the edge. You knew he gets extra vocal when climaxing, so you shut him up with a kiss. The sensory overload of having every single part of his body be on fire was too much, and he came untouched, moaning straight into the kiss, pupil turning into a cute little heart as the all pleasure heâs build up crashed down on him, âmmHHhfffâ ngHH-uuHHNNMâŚâĄ~~!â
Hot white ropes of cum shot out of his neglected cock, coating his pelvis and shaft in this sticky layer of his bodily fluids. It was dripping down his thighs and perineum, all the way to where you two were still connected. His poor, poor sex was all swollen red with unfulfilled desire. His body shaking and twitching like crazy, eye rolling into the back of his head as he forgot how to breath, again. And his faceâ oh what a mess it was..!â heck, that was an understatement to how debauched and disheveled he looked.
You pulled back from the kiss just to groan into his chest, snickering in a low pitch, âDamn anaxa⌠do you know you always tighten up when you cum?â You were panting yourself now, getting closer and closer to your own peak. He was still basking in the aftershocks of his orgasm, yet you were moving inside him again, causing him to weep in overstimulation. The sight of him falling apart on your dick was just way too erotic, turning your once steady thrusts into sloppy, animalistic rutting. Ones where you were chasing your own pleasure.
How were you supposed to stop yourself, when he looked this ready and delicious, sprawled out in front of you, waiting to be taken again and again? You latched your lips around his nipple, biting down as you mumbled into his chest, âyour walls⌠they areâ so wet and hot⌠itâs like they adapted to the shape of my cock,,, fuck Iâm close tooâŚâ
Anaxa couldnt say anything without interrupting himself with a sob or whine, so all he did was hold onto you as his second, even faster approaching orgasm washed over him. âAhnGHHHhâ oh l-lovee mHGhhgg, I-i cant, sâtoo gooodd~ too muuuchhh âĄâĽď¸âĄ ahâNGHhn, uHhnn-ahhnnnggâĄââ it was just as intense as the first one, making his toes curl as more scratch lines joined your back. Anyone would assume you got attacked by a pack of wild animals at the sight, not knowing the animals in question was the you twoâs nasty coupling.
His second release was a little less in amount and more watery in consistency, but he was nowhere near dry yet. You came with him simultaneously, spilling so deep inside him he could feel you filling his guts. It soon dripped out of him from around your still buried but softening shaft, soiling the ground below with a toxic cocktail of your shared fluids.
Both of you needed a long moment to recover from what just transpired, slowly coming down from your respective highs. He hugged your head close to his chest, allowing you to listen to his frantic heartbeat. After a while, he whispered, still stuttering slightly, the grumbles of his voice echoing from his chest into your cheek, âso⌠areâŚare we going for⌠ngh, for round two orâŚ?â
You let out an exasperated laugh, still catching your breath. âSure, but not here.â To which he huffed, âwhat are you waiting for then? Letâs go home.â
this is my first time ever requesting so can i request a tim fic x omega reader
heâs always pestering reader like in your latest fic and then reader just pounds some sense into him :P
GAAHH s
đ˘ Bitch !! Shut Up đ˘
Warning: Sub! Bottom character, Dom! Top AMAB reader, anal penetration, established relationship. No use of (y/n)
Note: OOooo, happy you enjoyed it so much to request more!!
!!------------------------------------!!
It's not your fault that you're so easy to make fun of, but existing as you are? It's like you're constantly walking into openings for Tim to comment on. Oh, you wanna scent him? How possessive...he promises he won't talk to any other omegas while he's out. Nesting? Sure, honey, here's a basket of his freshly washed laundry. So warm and clean. What? Is that not what you wanted? How dirty...
Most of the time, it's light-hearted teasing. Omegas go through enough as is, but that doesn't make Tim any less annoying. The drilling never ends with him, especially during sex. Tim loves to cosplay as a domineering alpha, crowding you onto the bed, growling and snarling to get you to keen. On occasion it works; most of the time it doesn't. Like right fucking now.
Unimpressed, you stare back out at him. Glaring at the way Tim bares his teeth. He has the right demeanor, the right vocal fry, but he'll never be able to harness that commanding alpha 'scent' that makes those with said designation so god damn annoying. It only ticks you off harder that he constantly attempts to do so, regardless.
"What? Not in the mood, my omega?" Tim coos, clearly biting back a grin. His only saving grace is the amused crinkle in his eye. He's having fun, so it's not the total end of the world. You guess.
Lightly, you snarl back at him, leaning up just slightly to nip the lip he's carelessly dangling so close. Tim hums, properly meeting you for a kiss. Your own dominance is clear, even though he puts up a decent front by pawing back at you. Eventually, his hips settle onto yours, and you guide him into switching places. You slowly increase your roughness with him. "Ah! So mean..."
With a roll of your eyes, you fall into a proper position. Shutting him up with the fingers of your right hand stuffed down his throat, and using the other to guide your slick cock harder against his own. You can feel him thinking something stupid, feeling your natural arousal soaking both of you, but luckily, he's incapable of commenting on it.
With your scent suffocating his own, Tim becomes the image of the stereotypical omega he makes fun of you for. Whining, showing off his neck, trying to present his genitalia to you. Like a whore. Your whore.
"Fuck yeah," Tim moans once you've pressed inside, clinging, clawing, and pressing back against you in order to keep you close. You're doing much of the same, latching onto the pale skin of his neck to suck and dirty. Pounding into him so hard his hips never have a chance to arch off the bed. It's amazing. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." He groans uselessly.
You adore him like this. Curled up, twisted, a doll for you to play with at your leisure. Most of all, not running his fucking obnoxious ass mouth.
Can you write sukuna getting the silent treatment from his best friend over a petty argument and becominf a mess, givinf him head and etc to ger his attention
synopsis: who knew silent treatment would make the King crumble
pairing: sukuna X top male reader
note: any comments or reblogs are appreciated
warning: oral sex, begging, praise kink, brat taming, face fucking, coming untouched
You and Sukuna had shared the penthouse for years - you were best friends first then something far more addictive. Friends with benefits didnât even begin to cover it. He was your constant, the only one who could match your energy and then some. And you were the only person in any realm who could make Ryomen Sukuna shut the hell up when you wanted him to.
The argument had started over something stupid and definitely petty.
Youâd been talking about a project that actually mattered to you- a personal one which was years in the making and something vulnerable you had never showed anyone.Â
Sukuna, lounging on the massive couch like he owned the entire building (which, technically, he could if he felt like it), had waved a dismissive hand, eyes half-lidded in that signature arrogant smirk.
âItâs mediocre at best,â Heâd said voice casual, as if the words werenât cruel. âWhy waste your time on human sentimentality? Youâre better than that pathetic little dream.â
The words landed like a slap. Not because they were the harshest thing heâd ever said- they weren't -but because heâd said them so flippantly about something youâd let him see.Â
You hadnât yelled. You hadnât even argued back. Youâd simply looked at him, expression blank, and decided in that moment that the silence would hurt more. No words, no acknowledgement and maybe he'd have a better fucking attitude.Â
Sukuna had laughed loudly at first, thinking it was a game. âOh? The silent treatment? How quaint. Youâll crack in an hour, sweetheart. You always do.â
He was wrong.
Six hours later, the apartment felt like a pressure cooker.
Sukuna paced the open living room like a caged tiger. His usual overwhelming confidence had cracked, the black markings across his skin pulsing faintly with irritation. Heâd tried everything.. everything.
First came the noise.
He blasted music some aggressive, bass-heavy song that rattled the glassware in the kitchen, while shooting you pointed glances from across the room. You had just sat at the dining table with your laptop, eyes on the screen with not even a flicker of recognition. He turned it up louder and yet he still got nothing.
Then the 'accidental' provocations.
He strolled past you shirtless, sweatpants slung dangerously low on his hips, the sharp cut of his V-line and the dark tattoos drawing the eye whether you wanted them to or not. He stretched slowly, muscles flexing as he reached for a glass in the cabinet. You didnât even look up.Â
By late evening, the arrogance had started to fade.
Sukunaâs pacing had grown more agitated. He ran a hand through his pink hair, tugging at it in frustration. His cheeks carried a faint flush he couldnât hide, and when he tried to speak, his voice cracked just slightly on your name only for him to clamp his mouth shut when you refused to even glance his way.Â
The silence was suffocating. It weighed down on him heavier than any binding vow, more maddening than any opponent heâd ever faced.
He hated it.
He absolutely hated how your absence of attention felt like he was facing withdrawals. Like something vital had been ripped away. Sukuna, the King of Curses, reduced to this- restless, needy all because his favorite person wouldnât even spare him a single word.
He stopped pacing near the couch where youâd eventually moved to read. For a long moment he just stood there, chest rising and falling a little too quickly eyes locked on you with an intensity that bordered on feral.
You didnât look up.
That was the final straw.
Sukuna dropped to his knees with zero grace. He shoved his way between your legs, broad shoulders forcing your thighs apart as he pressed his face desperately against your thigh. His breath was hot through the fabric of your clothes, mouth already open, lips mouthing and sucking at the material like he could taste you through it.
âCâmonâŚâ His voice was rough, edged with a whine he would never admit to. âSay something. Yell at me. Call me an asshole. Anything.â
He nuzzled higher, nose dragging along your inner thigh, pink hair tickling your skin as he breathed you in. His hands so capable of destruction gripped your hips like you were an anchor keeping him stable.Â
âPleaseâŚâ
The word sounded foreign on his tongue, but he said it again. And again. His tongue pressed flat against the fabric, tracing the shape of you with messy, needy strokes. His pupils were blown wide, crimson eyes glassy and desperate.
He had never been ignored by you before, and it was breaking him beautifully.
When you still didnât speak, didnât even card a hand through his hair, something inside him snapped.Â
With a low, broken whimper, Sukuna tugged at your waistband, yanking your pants and underwear down just enough to free you. He surged forward like a man starved, lips wrapping around the head of your cock in one sloppy motion.
The first suck was greedy and desperate. His tongue swirled messily around the tip, pressing into the slit as if he could draw your attention out through pure sensation alone. He moaned loudly at the taste, the sound vibrating through you as drool immediately spilled from the corners of his mouth.
âFuck⌠look at me,â He mumbled around you, the words garbled and wet. Drool already slipped from the corner of his mouth, trailing down his chin as he took you deeper. He hollowed his cheeks and sank down further, taking more of you into the tight heat of his mouth.Â
Sukuna had sucked you off countless times before, usually with cocky control and teasing flicks of his tongue. This was nothing like that. This was frantic messy in a way the King of Curses never allowed himself to be. . He bobbed his head with messy enthusiasm, gagging softly when he pushed too deep but refusing to pull back.
Instead he leaned into it, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from the effort. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, nails digging into your skin as he held you in place. One of his hands eventually wandered, palming desperately at the massive bulge straining against his low-slung sweatpants. He ground into his own palm with shameless need, hips jerking erratically while he continued worshipping you.
You stayed silent, but you finally spread your legs wider, giving him more room.
The small mercy tore a loud, muffled moan from his chest. The vibration shot straight through your cock, making your thighs tense. Sukunaâs eyes fluttered, lashes wet with unshed tears as he doubled his efforts. He pulled off for a gasping breath, strings of thick spit connecting his swollen, reddened lips to your glistening cock.
âYouâre my only fucking person,â He rasped, voice hoarse and cracking. âDonât- donât do this to me. I was an arrogant prick. Iâm sorry, alright? Just⌠say something. Please.â
His voice broke on the last word. Before you could respond he dove back down. This time he took you all the way to the hilt in one slick, determined slide. His nose pressed flush against your pelvis, throat bulging visibly around your length as he held himself there. His throat fluttered and constricted wildly, massaging every inch while he fought the urge to gag. Tears slipped freely down his flushed cheeks now, but his eyes never left yours.
He stayed like that until his lungs burned, then pulled back just enough to suck in a desperate breath before plunging down again. Over and over, he fucked his own throat on your cock with sloppy, uncoordinated movements.Â
The sounds were filthy- wet glucking, choking, and constant needy whimpers vibrating around you. Drool poured from his mouth in thick strands, soaking his chin, neck, and the front of his chest. His pink hair was a mess, strands sticking to his sweaty forehead.
Sukunaâs hand moved faster inside his sweatpants, jerking himself in time with the bobbing of his head. His hips rolled helplessly, fucking into his fist while he worshipped you. Every time you let out even the smallest groan or shift of your hips, he grew more frantic, sucking harder doing everything he could to earn any reaction.
His thighs trembled. The wet spot on his sweatpants had grown massive, precum leaking steadily as he edged himself closer and closer just from the humiliation and desperation of being ignored.
You finally reached down. Your fingers threaded into his messy pink hair and gripped tight. Sukunaâs entire body shuddered violently at the contact. A broken, pathetic whine escaped around your cock.
âGood boy,â You said, the first words youâd spoken in six hours. Your voice was low and rough. The praise hit him hard Sukunaâs eyes rolled back, a muffled, guttural cry vibrating around your length as his hips stuttered hard.Â
He came violently in his pants without warning, thick ropes soaking through the fabric and dripping down his thighs. Even as he shook through his orgasm, he kept sucking you desperately as if he couldnât bear to stop.
You didnât let go of his hair. You held him in place and rocked gently into his mouth, fucking his face with slow, deliberate thrusts while he trembled and whimpered through the aftershocks.
âThe prettiest, neediest curse Iâve ever seen,â You murmured, stroking his tear-streaked cheek with your thumb. âLook at you. Falling apart just because I wouldnât talk to you. Sucking me like your life depends on it. Making such a mess of yourself.â
Sukuna moaned pathetically at the words, another weak spurt leaking into his already ruined sweatpants. The praise seemed to unravel him further. He pulled back just enough to swirl his tongue messily around the head, licking and sucking with sloppy devotion while looking up at you with glassy, adoring eyes.Â
You kept praising him in that low, calm voice telling him how good he looked on his knees, how only you could reduce the King of Curses to this desperate, drooling mess, how much you loved seeing him like this. Every word made him whimper and suck harder.
Finally, the pressure became too much. You gripped his hair tighter and spilled down his throat with a low groan. Sukunaâs eyes fluttered shut in pure bliss as he swallowed every drop, milking you until you were completely spent.
Only when you loosened your grip did he pull off with a wet gasp, coughing softly as strings of spit and cum connected his lips to your cock. His face was a wreck: flushed dark red, eyes red-rimmed and glassy, chin shiny with mess.Â
The moment it was over, Sukuna surged upward. Strong arms wrapped around your waist as he climbed into your lap, clinging like an octopus who refused to be pried off. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, body still trembling as he pressed flush against you.
âDonât⌠ever do that again,â He mumbled, voice hoarse and raw. He pressed lazy, possessive kisses along your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. âI hate it. Hate not hearing you. Hate not having your eyes on me.â
You ran your fingers through his damp pink hair and he practically purred, nuzzling closer.Â
âNext time I say something stupid,â He muttered, kissing you again, slower and deeper this time, âjust punch me instead. Or make me ride you. Anything but silence.â A small, cocky smirk tugged at his lips even now. âBecause if you ignore me again⌠Iâll just have to get on my knees faster. Make an even bigger fool of myself until you forgive me.â
You chuckled softly. Sukuna grinned against your skin and tightened his hold. He wasnât letting go anytime soon.
I can't decide who I wanna write about so here we are
CW: 18+ content, male anal play for the first time, fingering, eating out, pegging, shame about liking it
Male subs who would be described as "manly men". They conform to the stereotype of men being strong caretakers and have sculpted their bodies to fit this mold
Male subs who already feel a tinge of shame about being a sub, and refuses to use that word
Male subs who absolutely refuse to do anal play. Why would a man have anything up his ass? Yeah, it's something that he keeps thinking about, but he'd never do it
Male subs having dreams about you having your way with him, which leads to him waking up with a boner he refuses to touch. He can't accept that would get him hard. What was his problem? It'd pass, surely.
Male subs who let their fingers slowly slide down their bodies as they bathe. Maybe if he just rubbed the rim of his hole a bit, he'd realize how gross it was and all these dreams would go away
Male subs spreading their ass apart with one hand while the pointer finger of his other slowly rubs his hole, light as a feather. His breath hitches at the sudden touch. It doesn't feel gross, or like something he should be ashamed of.
Male subs who bite down on their bottom lip as he applies more pressure. Was it supposed to feel this good? Did every other man put on this act about being manly while grinding their ass back against their fingers in private?
Male subs who don't let themselves cum, but can't get that day out of their head. They tug on their dick when you're gone, pathetic whines leaving their lips as they imagine you fingering them. They were going crazy. Their balls were heavy, begging for a release he denied himself because of the thoughts that caused that heaviness
Male subs who try to ignore it until one day he cracks. His hand trails down to that forbidden area again
Male subs getting caught by you. He panics, expecting judgment, but instead you soothe him and softly kiss down his body. He can feel himself let out a sigh of relief at how tender and soft you are with him
Male subs who's back arches the moment your tongue presses against his hole. You take your time with him, slowly lapping at his spot. He nearly screams when he feels the tip of your tongue enter him. "That feels..." extraordinary yet forbidden. He could tell you to stop. He knows you would. But how could he possibly ask you to stop when that knot inside his belly was becoming tighter and tighter? "Keep going, please. Can I get your fingers too? Just- I need everything. I can take it".
Male subs who can't help the noises that come out his mouth no matter how hard he tries. He bites his lip, he slaps his hand over his mouth, he tries to will himself to stay quiet. It all fails. His legs over your shoulders feel foreign, but comfortable. Your entire tongue in his ass feels strange, but amazing. Your fingers are the cherry on top. He can't even get out the words "I'm cumming" before the wave crashes into him, harsh but beautiful.
Male subs who try to explain that they're straight while out of breath, until you shush them and say this doesn't make them any less of a man. You kiss his thighs gently, and it brings him this sense of peace he can't quite describe. This comfortability. This safety net. He feels safe enough to ask you to go again and again and again, until he's properly exhausted by the end
Male subs who trail behind you after this. Usually, he has no problem asking for what he wants. This however, makes him nervous. But you always know what he wants, which leads to him being bent over random pieces of furniture, legs shaking, tongue lolling out his mouth as pants come out
Male subs who feel immense shame at the thought of you fucking him with a fake penis, but ends up face down, ass up, anyway
Male subs who can slowly but surely feel all that shame slide off their back when they realize just how good it feels because fuck, you prepped him so nice, and your hands feel soft yet firm on his hips, and the actual feel of your "dick" inside him make his eyes roll back and his arms go weak
Male subs who know they're being far too loud. He knows the other men nearby can hear him. He should try to quiet down, but he doesn't. He can't.
Male subs with tears falling down his face. How could this be forbidden if it felt like this?
"Yesyesyesyes! Ugh, fuck me like you mean it! Make me take it! You're making me feel so good!"
Male subs who reach a hand around so he can spread himself more for you. His dick lays neglected between his legs. He should feel disgusted for letting you do something so vile to him, but he keeps begging for you to keep going. He'll do anything. He'll let you fuck him outside in front of everyone as long as you fuck him until he can't breathe. Please, use him like some whore. Make him feel how you feel on days when he's pounding into you and your nails are scratching his back
Male subs who can't remember their names after you fuck every bit of cum out of him
Male subs who go from never entertaining the idea of something entering him, to now being willing to beg for you to fuck him anytime and anywhere
Sihtric Kjartansson, Uhtred Ragnarsson, Finan the Agile, Osferth (the gang is all heređđ¤đž), Gwayne Hightower, Tomas Vrbada, Kuai Liang, Bi-Han, Shang Tsung, Elias Moore, Elijah Moore (pls listen to me), more ppl added later maybe
boy oh boy do i have just the scenario for this đđ
$ log - bucky barnes is just here for his massage session tonight, his dedicated slot, his post-mission relaxation. he's totally not here for you.
$ warn --nsfw --gn!reader --dom!top!reader --mean!reader --sub!bot!bucky --needy!bucky --groping --condescending-praise --light-feminisation
$ cd masterlist / bucky-barnes
you're the avengers' private masseuse â the longest running one in the game in fact. steve liked your scented oils, tony liked your mood lighting, thor liked your small talk, and bucky? bucky fucking loved your hands.
"shirt up, barnes. both hands, don't be a lazy prick," you snapped, eyeing him with a clean, professional look.
bucky grunted, face flushed but he bunched his shirt up to his collarbone, exposing that bare, firm chest, skin glistening due to post-mission slick.
"rough operation?" you asked, pouring the warm oil over his skin, lavender flooding his nostrils.
"yeah, heavy," he muttered, his eyes already sliding shut.
you didn't waste time with a gentle touch. you started kneading those massive pectoral muscles of his like they were dough. he let out a low, guttural moan, his head thumping back against the chair.
"keep your hands up, barnes," you barked when his grip slipped, making the fabric start to slide down. "you're ruining the oil. you want the treatment or not?"
"please, i do â you know i do, please" he whimpered, a pathetic, needy sound that made you smirk past that orderly look of yours.
"such a needy little thing," you teased, your voice dripping with snark. you leaned in, your thumbs digging hard into his nipples, thumping them until he was practically vibrating.
"look at you. all that muscle and you're just a mess for a little handiwork?"
you squeezed the heavy mounds of muscle with a possessive force, far from your typical masseur routine â that made him gasp. you weren't being gentle at all, just groping at him like a toy.
"god, you're so sensitive," you snickered, watching his eyes roll back to his head. you caught one of his nipples between your fingers and gave it a sharp pinch.
"ah! fuck â" bucky let out a broken whine, his hips bucking off the seat.
"don't 'fuck' me, just hold your damn shirt," you snapped, your thumbs resuming their heavy, rhythmic rolling against his hardening nipples. "you've got these big, useless tits just waiting to be played with. just a big, soft chested boy who can't handle a little pressure."
he couldn't even argue. he just sat there, panting and whimpering, completely undone by the way you handle them. he was nothing but a puddle of needy muscle under your palms. his breath hitched every time you squeezed the heavy weight of his chest.
"there we go," you murmured, a condescending purr as you worked your fingers deep, rolling the sensitive tissue with your hands. "just stay still â let me handle you. you're doing so well, barnes. such a good boy."
bucky let out a long shuddering moan; he was completely lost to the sensation of your hands ruthlessly claiming him.
"that's it â just take it," you commanded, voice low and biting. you gave his nipples one last hard tug, making him cry out a choked, desperate sound echoing in your spa.
"you're a fucking disaster," you snickered, finally pulling your oil-slicked hands away from his heaving chest.
you glance down at your watch, noting the session was officially up. "time's up, barnes. try not to fall off the table on your way out."
as you wiped the excess oil from your hands, bucky gingerly rolled his shirt back down, his movements slow and shaky. but as he moved, you caught the tell-tale twitch in his thighs â a desperate tremor that told you he wasn't nearly as recovered as he was pretending to be.
a slow, predatory smirk pulled at your lips. hmm, maybe his session could be pushed forwards tonight.
$ tag @twentytomidnight @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @froggibus
clark knew it was going to take long. he was aware that the process wasn't going to be easy to undergo and that it sure as hell wasn't going to take a short span of time. yet, knowing that, he assumed that it wouldn't be completely impossible to endure. he was superman for christ's sake, a metahuman who'd endured almost any and every kind of damage and pain, which would kill the average person in an instant.Â
so when the reproductive season in the year rolled around for you, clark felt more than confident in his ability to smoothly take in the eggs you were going to implant inside him. sure, you were big. huge, evenâin more ways than one, no less. towering more than a foot over him and having double his muscle mass, anyone would be concerned about how he takes you on a regularâmuch more when bearing your seed.
you made sure to encourage him and show you believed in him during the period leading up to it, always mentioning that it will probably feel the same as when you spill your load in him and that due to his inhumane supernatural conditions, it should be an effortless transition.Â
that's what you told him. and he trusted your words.
so why the fuck had it been over an hour of you being inside him, and he still wasn't able to take a single one of your eggs? you were sitting upright with your legs crossed, one hand on the ground balancing yourself while your other was holding clark. he was sitting on top of your thighs, his own legs extended out in front of you while having his back pressed to your chest. you were massaging circles into his hip while whispering sweet nothings, never halting your praise.
"I-I don't think I can do it," clark cried out, shifting his head to lay on your bicep as his chest heaved from deep breaths he'd been taking. so much time had passed, yet he wasn't capable of slipping in a single one of your eggs. every time you tried to put one in, the stretch that the ovum would give him became too overwhelming and borderline painful. the ego he'd built up surrounding how this process would go broke down more by the second. being a metahuman didn't count for shit in this situation; otherworldly powers or not, he could not take your seed.
"they're too big, I'm sorry, (m/n), b-but I genuinely don't think I câ" before clark could finish his statement, you hushed him up, peppering him with kisses extending from his neck up to his jawline. you didn't need his pessimism at this moment. no matter how long it took, he was going to take your seed. he was going to bear your children, and there was no way around that no matter what he thought.
"don't be so cynical," you sighed, ducking your head into the crook of his neck and sucking a bruise into the skin. clark groaned at the action, but his mind still stayed adamant about his words. it had been an hour; what hope could be left of him actually succeeding at this? "just relax, let me handle it," you murmured out, taking your hand off the floor to engulf him in a warm embrace.
"you need to relax and trust me," you stated, moving your head to make eye contact with the other man. a blatant look of defeat was etched onto his face; all the faith he'd originally had in taking your offspring was not there anymore. he still nodded his head, closing his eyes as he took a long exhale, focusing on relaxing his muscles.
you took the opportunity of his frame finally easing up to insert an egg in. due to his walls no longer contracting as hard around your cock, it gave more leeway for the first egg to slip in. clark immediately flinched from this, his body slightly jolting upwards from the stretch the insertion caused. after placing the first one in, you tightened your hug, using one of your thumbs to caress his waist. "see? that wasn't so bad, yeah?" you coaxed, trying to ease him back into relaxing again to continue with the next transference.
clark shook underneath you, his body unwillingly quivering from the unfamiliar feeling of the insertion. he swallowed hard before opening his mouth to respond, breath still erratic. "n-no, it wasn't," he muttered, shaking his head whilst saying the words as if he was trying to convince himself more than you that he could endure it. as you went to leave more kisses and marks on the exposed skin near you, his gaze followed you. "how m-many more?" he softly asked, not even sure if he wanted to know the answer for his own sanity.
"two," you tenderly responded, raising your eyes to look at him for a split second before going back to putting your mouth on his skin. clark felt a tremor go down his spine, his body reacting before him to the newfound information. how was he supposed to endure that two more times?Â
"but," you added, raising your head from the shoulder of his you were smooching to properly look at him. "if you don't tense up this time, I can try inserting both of them at once. that way this can end quicker."
the metahuman bit his lip as he thought about your words, taking them into account before nodding once more. he just needed to keep himself serene for a few more moments, and this would all end. "alright," he quietly breathed out, moving his hand to grasp your forearm as he laid into you more. "t-try to make it quick, though. please."
you gave an acknowledging nod to his words, leaning your head down to press a deep, hungry kiss into his lips. clark was taken aback by this but still kissed back, leaning his own head upwards to let you deepen the kiss. it stayed like that for a few seconds, until he let out a noise that ranged between a gasp and a moan, his lips breaking away from yours as he looked at his abdomen. you had used that kiss to catch him off guard, slipping in the other two eggs.
while looking at his now full belly, clark thought about how that was probably the end of it. you had inserted all the eggs; you were done now, right? that was his reasoning until you let out a low groan into his ear, mildly biting at his middle trapezius. before he could get to ask what that was for, he felt you spill your actual load into him. he'd been so caught up on taking in your eggs that he'd forgotten they were blocking you from getting to cum.
clark, let himself fully collapse onto your chest, his head nearly falling slack. your eggs were already too much, and the endless amount of sperm you were filling him with as well wasn't helping the packed feeling in his tummy.Â
"mmmmâtoo much," he whined out, tears starting to fall from his eyes as a result of the overexertion. he had already pushed through his body's limits to take your offspring inside him; now you were just pushing him beyond his bounds by dumping a load of your fluids in him. "(m/n) I feel like I'm gonna explode; please pull out."
you instantly obliged, taking your cock out of the hero and letting the rest of your load drip onto the floor. "you did so well, love," you purred into his ear, gently placing your hand on clark's now round belly. you nuzzled his cheek while caressing the bump, internally beaming with glee from the sight.
"yeah," he mumbled back, turning his head to lay it on the other side of your chest, making a weak attempt to see your face. clark dragged his eyes to look at his belly, feebly raising a hand of his own to touch it. "hmm, we're going to be parents."
"yes, we are," you agreed, planting a soft kiss on the side of clark's temple.
kinktober day 9: somnophilia, riding & overstimulation
pairing: top/seme male reader x imprint! jacob black
premise: after years of pining over bella, jacob unexpectedly imprints on youâand now he's determined to prove he doesn't love her anymore
postscript: how are we feeling about the coloring over the photos? I feel like it doesn't work as well with real-life humans as it does with drawings...should I keep it like this or switch it up when I write about real people characters?? also, I might edit this later since I havenât given it a thorough proofread yet, so please bear with me if you see any changes made later on.
it had been around 2 weeks since jacob imprinted on you.Â
the whole ordeal had occurred after he got into it with bella and edward. again. it had become a recurring routine for him to butt heads with the vampire in an attempt to stay around bella, who everyone but him realized had no real solid intentions with him.
nobody had the heart to tell him, though, so instead they chose to keep the peace they themselves had with the shapeshifter and say nothing about it. of course, with your luck, you got stuck being the one that had to take a turn at comforting him after the quarrel happened.Â
sure, you were used to jacob's stubborn antics at this point, but that didn't make them any less annoying to deal with. you'd think that after running into the same damn wall of bella choosing edward over him, he'd take a hint, yet he never did. and you never had it in you to snap him out of the delusion. that's why right now, you were patting his back and giving small reassuring words while he stayed hunched over, with his head in his hands while sitting next to you.Â
"it's alright; she'll realize how much better you are one day," you reassured, really actually saying it more for the sake of the situation rather than to be realistic. you had long given up on trying to open jacob's eyes about how things actually were from an outside perspective, mainly now just focusing on saying whatever was needed to get him back on his feet.
you loved jake, and if lying to him at his most vulnerable state meant keeping him stable and happy, you'd do it till you lost your voice. he didn't need to know that, though. it's not like the feeling was exactly reciprocated with how open he was about his devotion to bella.Â
"I don't know (m/n)," jacob groaned into his hands, still too bummed out to actually move from his stance. he let his hands slide upwards and comb through his hair, leaning his head downwards and letting it hang in the process. "she's been with that stonehead for nearly three years now; I'm starting to lose hope in there ever being a reality where she picks me over him."
you internally cringed at his words, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. seriously, how dense could someone be? 'I get being in love can make you blind, but jesus, this is excessive,' you thought to yourself, only visibly letting out a long sigh before leaning your own upper body forward to be at level with jacob and taking hold of his chin, raising it up to meet your gaze.
"regardless of who she chooses, you need to remember that you're an amazing guy that any person would be lucky to have," you softly stated, letting a small smile fall on your lips.
that's when it hit him. the deep, intense feeling that targeted his chest before spreading to the rest of his body. he felt a wave of tranquil euphoria wash through him as he looked into your eyes. suddenly all the small but significant attributes on your face became more noticeable for him, and that gentle, caring stare you were giving him started causing a sensation he only thought possible to feel for one girl to fill his stomach.Â
after that day, you noticed jacob starting to act...peculiar towards you. if you tried going over to him and making conversation, he'd go beat red and immediately make an excuse to get away. during patrol breaks when he and the other shapeshifters were lounging around, the instant you'd enter a room he was also in, they'd start making obnoxious noises before sam shut them up. he'd also begin to keep tabs on you. even though he wasn't talking to you, he'd check up on your whereabouts while in wolf form, silently stalking you before leaving to go complete his own missions.
it was all so odd. now it seemed like you were the only one unaware of what was going on while everyone around you seemed to have caught on centuries ago. you didn't bother thinking too hard about it, though. aside from all the recent weird behavior, it seemed that jake had miraculously lost his long-lasting crush on bella. he no longer seemed interested in going out of his way to see her, focusing more on his wolf pack duties and hanging around the tribe's circleâespecially hanging around you.
one day when you were able to catch him before he ran away again, you brought up that change in him you'd recently noticed. "you know," you chirped, looking up at the sky before continuing your sentence. you were too enthralled by the clouds to take note of jacob's hazy stare. if it were possible for shapeshifters to, he'd swear he almost went into heat every time he hung around you too long. it didn't help that he naturally had an exceedingly high body temperature, so really, being in close proximity to you didn't make things any easier.Â
"I'm surprised you don't pay bella as much attention anymore. since, like, you're obsessed with her and stuff." you chuckled, smiling to yourself while your eyes shifted between different clouds. the mention of bella and jacob's feelings for her made his heart drop to his abdomen. right. you still believed he was in love with her.Â
"uh, yeah," he muttered out, his gaze shooting down to meet the ground beneath you two. "I think I'm just starting to lose the crush. havenât really been thinking about her much as of recently."
you let out a hum in response, keeping your view glued to the sky. an awkward silence started to build around you both, so you decided to leave the topic alone and switch to something more digestible instead. but as you continued to pursue the conversation with jacob, you failed to realize that your mentions of bella caused something to become very clear in his mind.Â
the shapeshifter started to brew a plan that made you realize there was nothing going on between him and the human girl anymore. he even went through with making notes and such to brainstorm ideas that could help get the message across.Â
during patrol you were all he could think about. ever since he began working towards a plan, you'd gained an even bigger place in his head than before. and that was a problem for the rest of the pack, especially during the period they were in wolf form and could hear his every thought.
"dude, your thoughts are starting to get annoying to deal with," barked out paul, giving jacob a mean growl through his wolf form. "if you're not going to do anything about your feelings, stop making us victims of them."
jacob was about to snap at his companion until an idea dawned on him. he needed to do something. you were never going to get the message if all he did was ponder about it.
the moment patrol ended, he ran to your house while still in his shifted form, only retreating back to his human figure once he was in front of the establishment. the man was completely naked, not having considered shielding himself before booking it for your place. he went around the house to where your room was located, noticing you'd left your window open.Â
bingo.
as he pulled himself through the open segment of your home, he quietly landed on the floor of your room. you were sound asleep, not a single sign of you waking up being present. he gently trod over to your bed, slowly climbing in to best avoid any vigorous movement from your mattress.
he lightly peeled the blanket covering you off, sliding his hands down where your shorts and briefs were covering your lower half. pulling them down, your soft cock was revealed. wrapping a hand around your dick, he leaned his face lower to spit on it, using the saliva as a lubricant to make jerking you off easier. by this point you were starting to shuffle around a bit, not fully awake, but not exactly far from it.Â
your shaft started hardening in jacob's hand, his movements causing you to gain an erection even through sleep. he moved his head to be inches from your cock, licking a line up a vein that decorated the side of it and earning a low groan from you. afterwards he pulled back his head, inserting his index and ring fingers in his mouth as he wet them. he sucked on them until drool accumulated and leaked from the corners of his mouth. after he got them wet enough, he pulled them out of his oral cavity, placing his arm behind his back and aligning his finger with his hole, slowly using them to stretch himself open.Â
a small whimper left his mouth as a result of the stretch his fingers caused. he pumped the digits into himself while going back to your dick, making it his goal to get you completely hard. as his hand started gliding up and down your shaft faster, you started breathing harder, your oxygen intake becoming more rigid.Â
you eventually blinked your eyes open, becoming officially awakened from your slumber. looking around, you could barely make any sense of the situation before you. jacob was butt-naked on his knees, arched over and fingering himself while jerking you off with his other hand. were you actually awake?Â
the opportunity to wrap your head around the situation at hand was short-lived, however, as a guttural moan left your mouth when you attempted to ask the other male what he was doing, the pleasure of his hand butchering your effort for words. he looked up at you, his actions not halting in the slightest.
"oh, you're awake," he whispered, a strain accompanying his words. his own attempts to get words out, though successful, came out a bit unnatural due to voice's instability because of him pleasuring himself.Â
you wanted to take another go at speaking, but jacob cut you off from it. "at least you're conscious for the best part," he teased, standing upright on the bed before crawling over to be on top of your frame. you were too drowsy for this. falling into sleep had been the last thing you remembered, and now you had been awakened by your best friend trying to fuck himself on you.
with your mind still foggy, you didn't take any initiative to get the man off you, letting him place his hands on your chest and lower himself onto your cock. an audible whine left his throat; even through closed lips, the stretch of your dick was too much for him. the two measly fingers he'd prepped himself with were basically useless at the moment.Â
feeling your cock being swallowed into his tight, warm walls, you throw your head back. a ragged moan escaped your mouth, with no attempts to keep your voice down being made. you had completely forgotten that your parents were still under the same roof as you and could possibly hear something if too much noise was made. jacob, being the only one who seemed to remember this, slapped a hand over your mouth, muffling your moans while beginning to ride you.
"hahh-shit, you're gonna g-get us caught," he breathed out, trying to keep his voice as low as possible. it'd be bad for the both of you if anyone walked in on the scene. that didn't stop him from continuing his actions, though, rocking his hips and swaying them in circles around your cock.
you kept making noise through his palm, a stream of muffled moans being heard throughout the room. hopefully the sounds you were making didn't travel past it. your eyes began rolling to the back of your head as your release neared you. it was almost impossible to not finish fast when jake was the one whose walls you were in.
he was so warm. his body temperature made holding off on cumming near impossible. the sweat that was prickling through your skin in response to his physique's heat was nothing compared to how good your dick felt nestled inside him.
you tried informing jacob you were going to cum, but with his firm hand still blocking your mouth, all you could do was let some more groans leave you before your eyes rolled back, flooding his walls with all of your load.Â
jake let out a groan at the feeling of you filling up, purposely avoiding making any unnecessary movements that could lead to your semen leaking out of him whilst still chasing his high. by now you were borderline overstimulated, with your fresh-off-an-orgasm cock still being used for the other males' own pleasure.
your frame started to shake as his movements got harder, the creak of your mattress echoing throughout the walls of the room. after a few more seconds, jacob followed your lead and came too, ropes of cum spurting out onto both your bellies as he breathed heavily.
he let himself fall onto you, his full body weight on top of yours, while the both of you took a moment to catch your breath. all you could think about, though, during the period was how warm he felt. you could almost doze off and fall back asleep with how cozy he was.
moving your hands lower to grasp both of jake's hips, you gently lifted them upward to take your now soft cock out of him. he let out a disappointed groan from this, as your fluids started leaking down his thighs, but you didn't let it stop you from proceeding.Â
after having pulled out, you wrapped your arms around the other male, firmly cuddling him as you two relaxed into each other's touch. you were about to let the situation end like that and ask questions later, fluttering your eyes closed with the intention of going back to your slumber, with jake accompanying you this time, untilâ
creak. the sound of a door from another room in the house opening was followed by your father's voice telling your mom he was just going to check up on you out of concern for the "random noises" they heard.
premises: helping a devoted athlete reach their peak state, in more than one way, by providing personal sessions.
postscript: weâre getting into the smut immediately on this one, no buildup at all. also, this piece isnât of a specific person, so y'all are free to think about any sports-oriented character you want.
every day after he finishes practice you give your own separate "coaching" to help him excel in all aspects of the sport he does. the type of assistance he gets depends on whichever area he's been lacking in.Â
on legs days, he's forced to stay standing up while you suck him off. he'll have done several lower body exercises that day, but you won't let up and make him stand straight while you take him in your mouth. on tougher days you'll continue to blow him even after he's finished. you make a point about how continuing to stay upright while in a sensitive state like such will aid him on the playing field. the flood of sensations might lead to him visibly crying, but the tears don't mean he won't continue to listen. he'll endure standing still and push his legs to keep holding his weight until you tell him he can stop.
every time quad day rolls around you make him ride you. not just any way, though; you specifically make him do a squat position and bounce on your cock. that way he's putting his thighs to work and feeling the burn of the "exercise." again, you also make him do these after he's had a day full of extensive leg workouts, so he's not always the most content with it. after the first few minutes of bouncing, he'll start pleading with you to stop or ride you using a different method. but you'll refuse and make him carry on in the same position. eventually you'll start feeling him shake from overexertion, but the most you're going to offer him is a motivational phrase like "you can do this" or "you got this."
when he practices pr or media training, you focus on helping him build solid communication skills. he needs to be able to smoothly answer whatever questions come his way, so you train by fucking him as he rehearses his replies. a rhythm of relentless poundings into his hole while reciting possible questions he could be asked in post-game interviews. in order to get past this regimen, he has to answer all questions without as much as a stutter. in the case his answer delivery isn't up to par, the process starts from the beginning. if you feel like being an asshole, you'll even make him talk into an operating microphone. that way whenever he botches a reply, he's forced to hear himself buffer and moan on the amplifier(s) connected to the mic.Â
an athlete also has to do conditioning for crisis management. in emotionally charged situations, or when asked questions that provoke a strong reaction, they need to learn to manage their emotions instead of lashing out. you help out in this aspect by, again, asking him questions. yet this time you yourself don't touch him. you might put a vibrator in him and some nipple clamps to get him hot, but for the most part it's a hands-off activity. while heâs clearly struggling to stay still and focus, you won't pay him or his "condition" any mind. you're too busy throwing offensive-sounding questions at him while lazily playing with the remote of the sex toy. it's almost laughable how completely contrasting the two of you are in this predicament; he looks like he's a few seconds away from bursting, while you couldn't seem any less interested in the query.
breathe control is definitely a big part of sports; without an athlete actively steadying their breath they're as good as finished. fucking his mouth always boosts this skill, though! by thrusting your dick into his mouth and keeping it fully inside a majority of the time, he's forced to regulate his breathing through his nostrils. during this task you edge yourself, taking as long as you possibly can to come. the longer you keep your cock down his throat, the longer he's obligated to adapt to the different breathing technique. he doesn't admit it, but this is one of, if not his favorite exercise. he loves taking you in his mouth, and the way you look at him while focusing on holding your climax off does more things to him than you know. when you're finally content with how long he's been nose-breathing, you let yourself fill his esophagus with your semen, praising him for taking you so well. he has absolutely cum untouched before from you doing this.Â
all athletes need stamina, and engaging in something for a drawn-out amount of time helps build it. when it comes to practicing stamina, itâs not as instantly demanding as other drills; it's more of a time game than anything. long story short, you basically just fuck him. sounds simple enough, but the spin is that you do it again, and again, and again. you perpetually fuck him over and over for several hours, putting him in positions that make it impossible for him to just lie there and take it. you force him to actively participate, no matter how much he sobs about your pace being too harsh or begs for a break from the endless session.Â
every few weeks, if your jock is doing good and excelling in their sports, you'll give them a treat day. on treat days you give up all power and let him choose what he wants to do. his choice doesn't have to result in some sort of physical benefit like his other âexercises,â but he's free to select one that does if he wants! some days he'll ride your face; others heâll ask you to cum on his face. it's all completely up to him and his desires at the time. because of the constant conditioning, these days don't happen very often, so he always puts a lot of thought into what he wants on them.
if the athlete starts performing negatively or isn't progressing whatsoever, you do a recovery day. you'll call off your âspecialâ training sessions for a few days and have him focus on resting his body entirely. usually recovery days are seen in a positive light due to the lessened exercise, but he doesn't see it like that whatsoever. you not touching him in general is far worse than any workout you could've put him through. he'll start feeling meaningless and empty if too many days pass; he might even reach out himself and offer to engage in a practice without reason. the jock refuses to acknowledge it, but heâs undoubtedly become unhealthily attached to you and your methods of coaching him, much like how an addict would be to a drug. and being kept away from you for too long will result in him having his own withdrawal symptoms.
im đ anon. Honestly i didnt expect you to take FtM route (since i thought it'll be "lactating bcus the plot said so") but hey, im not complaining. Manboobs and boy pussay got my loin on fire đĽđĽđĽ
a silly question. If batfam in omegaverse, what do you think their secondary gender would be? Knowing your blog's theme prob omegas, but different flavor of omega dynamic would be fun. Like jason is giving dom omega, ordering reader to "clean" his cum-stuffed hole by licking it after reader knotted him. No hate to traditional dom alpha/sub omega but a variety would be nice, dont you think?
đ anon
Kitty-Cat !! Kitty-Cat!! Meow-Meow-Meow
Warnings: Sub/Implied Bottom Characters (minus platonic! Damian), Dom/Implied reader, AMAB reader but no pronouns are used, established relationships. No use of y/n.
Note: OMEGAVERSE. HOW I WILL NEVER FORM A SOLID OPINION ON YOU. Also, ur brain with the Jason hole cleaning? Iâm sawing ur skull open to kiss it ohhh my god!!!
!!------------------------------------!!
Bruce Wayne
Everything about this man SCREAMS of omega with a resource-hoarding issue.
It would also make his emotional constepation make way more sense if his parents died before he presented. Throughout his entire childhood, he struggles to manage and soothe his anxiety without a proper pack (thereâs no way Alfred is crossing the line to scent him; he probably views it as trying to replace Thomas). This is why, as an adult Bruces paranoia is so bad.
He totally does on suppressants from the time heâs out of high school til Jason is properly integrated back into the family (and by that I mean actually talking to them lmao). I view suppressants to be a form of birth control, basically, and they affect everyone differently, with two types existing for omegas and alphas.
This doesnât mean heâs totally without heats, but theyâre spotty and intense when they hit him. Bruce decides to go off them after so long to better connect with his children, and that heâs reaching that age of whatever the equivalent of premenopause is for omegas.Â
Sexually, Iâm not very interested in Bruce, but itâs easy to imagine his âPlayboy personaâ is more for show than it would be otherwise (ik a lot of people already think that, though). He wants a very nurturing and dependable Alpha, and sex is very passionate and sensual to make up for all his years of absinthe.Â
Number one Bruce Wayne kink is breeding!! He doesnât care that he has seven kids (and growing), HE WANTS MORE PUPPIES!! Come on, his clock is running out, and he wants to be able to carry at least one :( .
(This also doesnât mess up Damian's origin story very much, since heâs a tube baby. Bruce has a type, and itâs Alpha Talia/Selena/Harvey. Yeah.)
Dick Grayson
My heart says heâs the most fuckable omega on the block, but my brain reasons alpha Dickie a little more. Isnât that a cute mental image? A spitty, angry, territorial newly presented Dick taken in by emotionally unavailable Bruce Wayne?
I like to think that while Dicks always had a knack for quips and flirting, he wasnât exactly doting like we know him to be now, until Tim came on the scene, and he took it upon himself to be the big brother he never was for Jason.Â
All the bat kiddies are heavy on scent blockers for the obvious; Dick tends to wear them longer than he should due to the calming effect they have on his nerves. ThatâŚalso means it traps his natural scent and makes him an overwhelming musky mess after patrol. His siblings can vouch that it isnât a pleasant smell.Â
Heâs practically the picture-perfect Alpha. Big, strong, and a healthy amount of possessive. Except, heâd rather be guided into baring his neck for another than forcing it himself.
Dick, as an Alpha, is a BRAT waiting to be tamed. Dare I say scolded like a misbehaving pup. He enjoys pretending heâs a weak man to his instincts. Play growling and crowding around you until you get sick of humoring him and shove him back in place.
Please bite the shit out of him, make it look like an attempted murder focused on getting him through his neck. I donât like the concept of âbitchingâ (because like, if in the omegaverse whatever species you apply it to âpresentsâ thereâs no need for them to have an instance where they would switch orientations??) but if there was a character to do it to, itâs Dick.
Jason Todd
One of the most unsatisfying takes Iâve seen of Jason's character is that he presented as an omega, and after the pit, mutated into an alpha. If thatâs interesting to you, more power, but to me, it makes zero sense why the waters would ever make that change.
Itâs much more obvious heâs an extremely stunted omega. His instincts were neglected in their nurturing, and he grew to have a heavy aggression towards alphas due to his stepfather's poor treatment.Â
After the pit, his already warped behavior worsened. His scents sour, and his instincts are dull as hell. Itâs isolating to change from the pitiful growling pup he used to be to the unappealing omega he lives as now. Jason sees no hope in existing outside of revenge and Red Hood this way, as his mere presence wards off the normal people around him.
Honestly, I see omega Jason best with an omega partner, but either way can work. If he is with an alpha, it takes a long time for him to be comfortable spending heats and ruts together. He just canât get it out of his head that youâre somehow waiting to take advantage of him. Still, I canât ignore how appealing the concept of knotting him isâŚ
Knocking him up? OughâŚooough he wants it so bad, but he feels so guilty about it!! Heâs a freak of an omega; heâs lucky you even want him to begin with (as if anyone could pass up an ass like his, though????)
Tim Drake
A beta for SUREEEEEEE
That way, it makes even more sense why heâs so attention-deprived as a kid. Omegas and alphas need extra nurturing to teach them how to properly deal with their instincts; betas donât.Â
Tim grows up with an even higher sense of self than his normal obnoxious ass does. Of course, heâs smarter, more skilled, more efficient; he doesnât have those stupid needs to distract him. Scents donât deter him. Whatever!
ExceptâŚjust like any beta, heâs more isolated. Thereâs a disconnect he feels with the rest of the world and his pack. He canât cosplay as a distressed omega in need of coddling, and he canât pretend to be a rough and tough alpha. Tims just Tim.
This longing absolutely translates into the bedroom. Youâre constantly roleplaying with Tim. Biting his neck so he can âgo limpâ as you pound into him, or throwing a hissy fit and growling as you again âbitch him outâ. (Maybe bitching is a fantasy concept here, everyone knows it isnât real, but imagine it anyway?)
Other times, Tim's extremely standoffish, even accusing you of not loving him for who he is since you enjoy these âfake versionsâ of him so much. He knows heâs being ridiculous, but even if youâre a beta as well, Tim has a hard time wrapping his head around the concept of any orientation being satisfied with a boring old beta.Â
Itâs a huge insecurity of his, and itâs one he refuses to acknowledge or soothe.
Cassandra Cain
Itâs hard to settle on which one would best suit Cass because either way, sheâs not going to act like it. Iâm torn between her being an alpha and a beta, since an omega Cass likely would have just been discarded before her training. An alpha Cass would have been so highly desired for her natural strength and resilience, but I think a beta Cass works best for that doll-like brainwashing she undergoes.
Dosed up on suppressants long before she even presents.Â
Her sense of smell is practically superhuman. Aiding her severely in her ability to interpret and predict others' body language and their intentions. Itâs also another reason she has such a hard time seeing herself as human. Most people have instincts, heats, and ruts. Cass doesnât.Â
I always had a disconnect with viewing her sexually because of her heavily wrapped concept of self. Iâm aware this varies series to series, but thatâs just how I feel about it.
Likely, she would work best with a nurturing but firm partner who doesnât have issues with explaining and showing details of person-to-person connections, but I think thatâs Cass in general.
Duke Thomas
An alpha baby!!Â
I feel like heâs the most straightforward after Bruce. Heâs very well adjusted due to his loving parents and knows when and where to buff the Alpha-ness.
When he first lost them, however, he did slip into that perhaps more stereotypical alpha aggression due to constantly being torn between unreliable adults, but heâs never been on Dicks level of angst (look, someone with self-control).Â
For that, I think he struggles pretty intensely integrating into the new pack more than the others do, dare I say more than post-pit Jason, because he never had that closure of his parents being dead. Like how animals will look around and sniff for their companions until they smell the body? Duke's body remains waiting in withdrawal for his family, which he logically knows will never return to him.Â
I think heâs also a little less enthusiastic about wearing scent blockers than everyone else is, maybe a little more sensitive? HmâŚI see bitchy Duke having to cycle through a lot of different brands to avoid rashes.Â
Iâm also not interested in writing for top characters, but I think alpha Duke likes to give it at least a little bit. If thatâs not his partner's thing, either invest in a couple of good Fleshlights for him. AhhhhhâŚDuke fucking a pillow while you fuck into him!!
Also, he drools a shit ton during sex. A real biter, this one. Heâs always pleading and whining in your ear to mark you up. Heâll be gentle, he promisesâŚtotallyâŚ
Damian Al Ghul Wayne
I can only envision Damian in his kid form, so like when heâs likely on the cusp of presenting. Like Cassandra, my heart would prefer him to be a super cute little omega!! But, logistically, he would probably be a beta since heâs gene-edited perfection. No instinctual desires, no distractions, no nothing.
Or, heâd be an alpha, simply for the guise of continuing the legacy and being strong.Â
But itâs more fun just to think of him as a presentation milky puppy âĄâĄâĄ !!
Bruce wayne wearing lingeries and acting like a horny bitch whenever he can and he blames every reason in the existence of his life cause he thinks he shouldn't be this horny being an old man... yum yumđ¤¤đ¤¤
!! Take Your Shirt Off!! And Spin It Around !!
Warnings: Implied Bottom! Character, implied Top! reader, implied AMAB reader, femization, established relationships. No use of y/n.
Note: Slut-tastic!!
!!------------------------------------!!
Somehow, in being with you, the fantasy of Brucie Wayne manifests into reality. Being out in public together gives him an excuse to be all over you like he prefers to. Oh? You? His sexy hunk of a partner? Yeah.
Bruce doesn't really know what to do with himself around you. His entire life, he's believed that sexual encounters simply weren't important to him. Fun, sure, but he'd much rather spend his time down in the cave digging through cave files or fighting amongst the dark, cold streets of Gotham.
Now, he's trying to decide between a black and red slip to go along with the thong he has on before you finish whatever show has you occupied downstairs...very important decisions to be had by the most important man in all the state.
He feels like a hormonal teenager all over again, but even then, his sex drive wasn't anything like this! Bruce is reaching the age where his libido should be winding down, not up.
He sighs, holding the red garment up to his chest in the mirror. Who knew they even made these things for men his size? Bruce supposes he's relieved, having to shop in an actual woman's section would kill a bit more of his ego than he'd like to admit. Red...or black? He supposes it's a little predictable that he'd opt for the black piece, but it's his signature color for a reason. "Not bad," He mumbles, admiring himself.
He's due for a shave, but he knows you don't mind the stubble as he caresses his jaw. Ah, he's already tenting. The hell is wrong with him?
Bruce sighs, waddling a semi-awkward walk of shame to his side of the bed. He doesn't want to text you to come up; that'd sound too eager, and as much as he wants a good fucking tonight, he can do without that stupid smug look you're already going to have from him dressing up. He stretches out over the silk sheets, palming over himself. His cock bobs and fights against the scrap of fabric, capturing its tip, but Bruce has it tucked enough where it shouldn't slip out that easily.
He hears you creeping up the stairs before you reach the bedroom door, and his mind scrambles for a seductive position to throw himself in before settling on resting on his side. He feigns boredom when you turn the handle, only a quarter sheepish as he meets your gaze. "Had fun keeping me waiting, did you?"
Bruce chuckles when you pounce, eager to strip and cage him on the bed. "I'm only kidding, lover. It wasn't long at all." He coaxes you in for a kiss, immediately licking and biting into your mouth, pulling back with an expectant look. "That doesn't mean I'm not any less impatient, though; there's only so long before I need to head out, and I haven't had my fill of you yet today."
I was wondering if you could do a part two of the semi-forced feminization ask? How would they react to it getting to a point where the reader asks them to wear a babydoll set with the most serious expression on his face? Would they turn the babygirl act up even more with it on during intimacy? Any embarrassing realizations while reader praises the living daylights out of them?
Warnings: Sub/Implied Bottom Characters, Dom/Implied reader, implied AMAB reader but no pronouns are used, feminization (DUHH) established relationships. No use of y/n.
Note: I'm gonna need to find whatever brand reader used to buy lingerie large enough to fit these bastards. I also included a babydoll photo of what I'd like to see them in...tee hee (ááá)ŐĚľĚ !
!!------------------------------------!!
Bruce Wayne
When you bring the set box for him, Bruce stares at you long...and hard. His thick brows cock as he gingerly takes it from you, already anticipating the worst. I'd say he's pleasantly surprised to find a babydoll set rather than just a G-string like he was anticipating.
He isn't a one-and-done type of guy, though. You want Bruce to dress up? Oh, he'll dress up alright.
Bruce purchases a matching set of furry black bedroom heels, the classic sheer fuzzy robe, he's getting some sexy black tights, and a matching garter belt. He's not so proud as to be adverse to these more delicate feminine things. Honestly, the more you talk about it, the more fond he becomes of playing the role of 'wifey'.
He makes a romantic night out of it. A lot of the time, Bruce carries a heavy sense of guilt for not being able to spend as much time as he should with you. Knowing that both of you have a shared outlet to bond as partners closes that gap greatly. Candles are lit, the lights are dim, rose petals...the works.
Bruce definitely lays it on thick, lying on his back with heavy-lidded eyes. You know Clinique's Black Honey shade line of lipsticks, liners, and blushes? The brand may not meet Bruce's standards, but the shade suits him perfectly. He does his lashes...the perfect face to fuck out.
OMg, 'Do you wanna get me pregnant again tonight? - Bruce Wayne' by @/shisuni is a beautiful non-smutty piece about drunk femme Bruce!! I'm channeling that energy from him there into a more serious, seductive Bruce now.
Augh...you know he's teasing you about treating your wife right, happy wife, happy life, you know?
Dick Grayson
I wanna fuck him in something nice and frilly!
Dick has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face when you approach him, and is immediately teasing you for it. "Oh wow? You bought this for little old me? Huh?" He purrs, holding it up in front of him.
He's eager to get it on, turning and flexing in front of your bedroom mirror. "This is sexy, alright." I can see him rocking a matching blue hair clip if you have one lying around.
It's totally a 0-100 scene; he throws it on the second you give it, and he's rock hard a second later. Dick has fallen in love with being your little girlfriend, and it's one of his favorite things to roleplay.
He'll curl up and coo with a massive smile, pretending to be shy and bashful as he turns his back to you. Maybe even does a little dance number from those old movies to show off how well the slip suits him.
Dick makes a game out of running around the room from you, laughing about it until you tackle him onto the bed, peppering him in kisses.
His arms go around you then, and so do his legs. He's such a pretty girl, isn't he? Tell him how much of a doll he is. You'd have to think so to buy him something like this. Where'd you even go, hm? Dick wants to hear all about it as you drag your tongue down his body and begin working him open.
You're in for a long night of fun.
Jason Todd
At your deadpan request, Jason glares at you. I mentioned in my first feminization ask about Jason that he prefers to be the one bringing the subject up to you, and not the other way around. It's not that he doesn't like that you're into it, more like he'd rather avoid further embarrassment.
He glances at your present but leaves it at that for a few days. You leave it on the counter, only for it to disappear under the bed for safekeeping while Jason works up the nerve to wear it. That's to be expected, however, and you leave him to it without mentioning it again until he's ready.
He'll wear it around casually under a robe around the apartment a few times to get used to it before begrudingly revealing it to you one night. His gaze remains averted and his expression passive. "Happy?"
Pet and paw over his hard torso through the delicate fabric; it makes him feel small in the best way possible. He's quiet through it all, breathing softly and all relaxed as you kiss and murmur at him. This is the best. Not that he'd say that, though.
He goes to straddle you before long, nuzzling into the side of your neck and over your head while you massage his thick and heavy thighs.
The kisses start off slow and sweet before they grow more heated, and your hands slip under the lingerie to draw down his spine.
The perfect recipe to get your boyfriend pliant in your arms.
Dog-Hybrid!Varka and Dog-Hybrid!Phainon is such a peak combo deadass.
When winter rolls around, they both always end up sleeping in your bed with you. Claiming it's "way too cold, more blankets won't help this :[" as if these two hunks of muscle don't give off more heat then you ever could, stupid walking radiators. And they usually pull this shit when you are already in bed half awake so you can't find it within you to argue with them to use the beds so the money you spent on them won't go to waste, instead you just grumble and accept the repeated intruders into your bed and promptly getting smushed between them.
In reality they do the same shit year round, they just crank the a/c higher then it's usual cold temps in the house for warmer months. (I know mine would be at the least, I hate getting overheated and can't sleep right if the room isn't cold.)
Also like, why would they want to willingly sleep in their rooms when your room smells like you? đ¤¤đĽ°đĽ° it's so comforting and safe in your bed, especially when you are sleeping in it!!! TEEHEHEHEHE It's so silly I love it.
( ! ) Phainon x gn! reader x Varka , hybrid au , mordern au , fluff and crack , kisses and biting
MASTERLIST â SMOTHERED IN LOVE
( â ) Hello anon, thank you for appearing in my inbox and blessing it with these delicious ideas. I am eating it very well 𤤠May your pillows be cold on both sides and your day/night be great.
yes. YESSSSSSS.
At some point you just gave up trying to protest against them. Honestly, who on earth could resist those ridiculous puppyâeyes they pull every time they want something. (You tried. You really did. You failed miserably.)
And besides, itâs not like youâre actually complaining about being squished between two warm, fluffy, buff dog hybrids. You pretend to be annoyed, but the moment they settle in on either side of you, you melt faster than snow in sunlight. (I'd let them squish me to death with their tiddies)
Winter is when their antics get worse.
The second the temperature drops even a little, they suddenly appear in your doorway, tails wagging with a mischievous grin plastered on their face. And then they'd put on the most dramatic act every, shivering like a oversize puppies.
âItâs way too cold,â Varka whines dramatically.
âMore blankets wonât help this,â Phainon adds with a pout, tail wagging so hard it creates a thumbing noise
As if these two walking heat radiators donât generate enough warmth to power a small town.
And of course, they always pull this stunt when youâre already halfâasleep, wrapped in blankets, brain barely functioning. So instead of arguing, you just grumble, lift the blanket and spread your arms, and accept your fate as the designated chew toy and pillow.
They flop onto the bed immediately, one on each sideâmuscles flexing as they settle in, arms sliding around you like theyâve rehearsed this a thousand times. Youâre instantly smushed between them, swallowed by warmth, fluff, and the faint scent of their shampoo.
And honestly? It feels amazing.
You let out a long, content sigh as they curl around you, nuzzling into your hair and shoulders, pressing soft, affectionate kisses to your temple and soft bites on your shoulders as you drift off. Their warmth seeps into your bones, their breathing syncs with yours, and you feel so safe you practically melt.
You love your boys so much itâs embarrassing.
And in summer, even when the temperature gets hot, they still cling to you like oversized, affectionate pups. (You are already drenching in sweat, but they don't care.)
And when you do try to push them off in the summer?
They whine and pout.
They make the saddest little sounds right next to your ear.
Phainonâs tail droops and Varkaâs ears flatten.
You try to lift one of their arms, just oneâand immediately get hit with the full force of their dramatic heartbreak.
So, you sigh, give up, and turn the fan on full blast while they happily cuddle you like nothing happened. Sometimes you genuinely wonder how theyâre not affected by the heat at all.
