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Call me Yuii!,, 19yr Asian ;; I'm an artist Reblog acc

[scap34]

Thinking about…men used to using drugs or power to get their way. 

You were just another person drowning your sorrows in drinks at a restaurant when you see them. A group of office workers drinking and talking. The group had dwindled down to a few people, one of them was the obviously the boss from how respectful and flattering the other workers were to him. And the other was a girl, flushed and clearly drunk but thanks to the boss unable to leave. 

You watched as the boss drop a pill into her drink when she wasn’t looking. He was handsome but he obviously found more of a sadistic interest in the power play of the scenario than just sex. Handing the drink to her and making her drink it using the pressure of his position. When he offered to take her home and guided her out, you stood up and followed. 

That’s how you ended up here. The man taking your cock deep in his hole, as he sobbed under you. Each rough thrust sending sparks up his spine, toes curling as he fisted the sheets.

“N-nooo~ I won’t—Ahh~ do it ag’in!” He sobbed into the pillow. His hips leaning back to meet each thrust instinctively chasing pleasure. “Let me cum! P-pleaseeee~”

You leaned down grinding into his hole while your hands ran up his body to pinch his perky pink nipple. While the other curled around his heavy leaking cock. A shiver ran though his body accompanied by whine. 

Dazed eyes filled with tears, tongue half out as he panted letting out lewd moans and whine that echoed through the room. 

“And why should I let you cum?” You drawl mockingly against his ear. “You already came twice. And now you’re hard again. Do you like my cock that much slut?”

He whimpered, rocking back against your cock like an animal in heat. “N-noo~ it’s the—ahhh~ dr’gs! M’ not a sl’t!” He slurred out panting.

You were a nice person. So when you saw him dropping drugs into that poor girl’s drink? Of course, you swapped them around when he was distracted. 

That’s how you ended up here. 

Taking him to the hotel room with you was easy. After all you had evidence on him and a proud douchebag like wouldn’t willingly get fucked by someone else to relieve the drug.

And now, here you were fucking him into a mindless cockslut. The drug must have been some type of viagra, making him hard over and over even after you made him cum thrice. 

Each orgasm made him more and more sensitive and needy. For a piece of shit, he sure sounded and looked hot getting railed. 

“Sure you are.” You flip him around, hitching his leg up and slam your cock in bottoming out. 

He gasped, letting out a cry of ecstasy. Toes curling as his vision whited out with pleasure at the new angle pressing your cock right against the smooth curve of his prostate. A silent sob leaving his parted lips as his cock sprayed watery cum out onto his toned abdomen and pecs. 

You didn’t wait for him to finish before you started to move pounding into his swollen hole. The warm walls clung to your dick tightening each time the head hit his sweet spot. While he cried out and trembled weakly beneath you.  

“If you weren’t slut you won’t be getting hard from being fucked like one.” You taunted and leaned down. Eyes darkening as you watched his pecs bounce, covered in his own cum. His cock was hard again, against his stomach an pretty red color form being overused. The dazed cock drunk expression on his face as he sobbed, but didn’t resist you. 

“It’s the dr’gs—!” He whimpered, his hole clinging to the length of your cock when you dragged it out only to slam it back in. 

“Ah ahh ah~” He moaned breath hitching on each thrust. A haze of lust and pleasure drowning out his senses. The poor thing couldn't even tell his legs were wrapped around your waist, as if he wanted to keep your cock in him. 

“You want me to fill that pretty hole up with my cum, baby?” You muttered against his ears tugging on his earlobe with your teeth. 

He could barely think. The pressure of your cock plowing into his ass, the heat of the drugs, that still lingered but much fainter than before, in his veins. He couldn't even remember how many times he’d come. His hole was swollen, cock aching but still hard. 

All he could think was yes and more. Nothing before had ever felt this good. Like he was floating on a cloud of pleasure. Each time your cock hit that sweet spot his mind going blissfully blank. 

“N-noo” He sobbed, reaching to you clinging to shoulders like he was drowning. Your thrusts got harder and faster chasing your own pleasure treating his body like a well used fleshlight. He loved it. 

“If y’u do th’t imma—!” He cried out, back arching when he felt your release flood into his hole filling the warm cavern. Each part of him felt filled and heavy. With a twitch his cock spurted spilling out watery cum just at the feeling of your cum filling him. 

Finally deflating fully as he laid there spread open. Sore, used and covered in marks and a mess of his sweat, tears and release. Your cum leaking out of his swollen hole onto the sheets. 

You tossed a few bucks out your wallet on the night stand while you got dressed. “Keep the change.” You mock as you left shrugging on your coat and leaving him there without another glance. 

Satisfied with yourself for giving karma to the asshole and getting a great fuck out of it too. 

…

Only after a few weeks did you realize karma was a bitch. What goes around comes around and it was now your turn.

You’d finally quit your shitty job after finding a position at a better company. The pay was better and the hours didn’t look bad. So you agreed and more than eagerly quit your job. 

Turns out jumping head first into anything is a terrible idea. You should really have done some research on the boss of your new company or who the guy you fucked and left was the other night. 

“Hello. It’s nice to meet you.” The guy smiled sharply at you. He reached down and took your hand and shook it firmly. “I’m your boss.” 

You were so fucked. 

His hand didn’t let go of yours after the handshake and he leaned in closer and tucked something into your shirt pocket. 

“Meet me in my office in 10 minutes.” 

It took you a minute after he left to restart. Reaching into your shirt pocket to pull out what he put in. Crumpled bills. One had a scribble of blue pen on it that you recognized as yours from when you didn’t have paper to test a pen and scribbled on the bill. 

Had he…kept the bills?

Once you unfolded it a note slipped out, tucked in between the bills like a secret. It’s free for you as long as you make me cum like before.

You looked back up at where he’d left. Suit jacket off showing that toned waist and broad back down to the way his pants were tailored to cling to every curve of his ass. The same one you wrecked that night. 

When he saw you looking at him. He smiled and his gaze dropped down to your groin and he licked his lips. 

A twinge of arousal shot down to your stomach immediately. 

Fuck. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[scap34]

Top! Male! Dom! Sadistic! Younger! Reader x Perfect Stepbrother! Top Student! Bottom! Sub! Yandere! Male character 

Summary: Your stepbrother is picture perfect. The golden boy of the family. It’s too bad that his desire is you.

warning: pseudo incest(step siblings), sex, degradation, cussing, feminine wear, masochistic(a bit), manipulation

“First in your college again?” Your dad gave your stepbrother a pat on his back. A proud smile spread across his face as he carefully looked over the report card in his hands.

“That’s my boy.” Your father chuckled softly. “What do you want as a reward?”

Your stepbrother gave him that angelic smile of his. He was the picture perfect son. First rank in college, captain of the basketball team, and the campus heartthrob.

With his perfect features, toned body, charm and a balance of sports talent and academic brilliance, he was admired or envied by all. But it was undeniable how talented he was. 

“Spring break is coming soon,” he said, his voice humble and polite. “I was thinking a short vacation at the beach would be a relaxing break.”

“Of course!” Your dad chuckled, clearly pleased, his chest puffed with pride. “You can take the beach house. And the boats too. Go out and have some fun.”

Your stepbrother flashed that charming smile, dimples deep and teeth pearly white. “Thanks, Dad!”

Compared to the enthusiasm your dad showed him, the reaction he gave you was much milder. His smile faded as he picked up your report card. A faint look of disappointment crossed his face when he saw your average grades.

He gave a sigh. In his mind, compared to your extraordinary older brother, you were a lost cause. It was obvious to see who would succeed the businesses he owned. 

You honestly couldn’t care less what the old man thought. 

Your stepbrother put on that sweet smile again and slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer against his chest. The scent of his expensive cologne surrounded you, subtle and refined with a faint hint of sandalwood. He stood more than a head taller than you, his frame solid from hours at the gym and on the court.

His firm chest pressed against your cheek as he leaned down to ruffle your hair. “Don’t be so harsh on [Name], Dad. I know they tried their best.”

The words were wrapped in sympathy and sugar, but the sting underneath was obvious. A gentle reminder of where you stood.

“I would be more than happy to let my little sibling join me for a relaxing spring break,” your stepbrother said in a friendly, welcoming tone. His hand slid from your hair to rest lightly at your waist. His eyes gleamed, something sharp flickering behind the warmth.

At the brotherly affection, your father nodded pleased. All he saw was an older brother caring for his younger sibling. Naturally, he wanted his children to care for one another, to stand side by side and support each other in the future.

You nearly scoffed, biting on your tongue to hold back a retort. 

If only he knew what your dearest big brother truly wanted.

..

“God, you’re such a slut.” you drawled, your voice thick with boredom. You let out a slow sigh, keeping the disinterest clear in your expression even as warmth pooled in your stomach. “You really had to take up my entire spring break to be fucked? 

Above you, your step brother sank back down on your cock. Each movement riding your cock accompanied by a moan and the lewd noise of squelching, lube dripping out his stretched hole like a woman's pussy. 

“Ah! Ahh~ s’rry. M’ gonna m’k-! Ah fuckkkk that’s it!” He sobbed as he grinded down on your cock, giving up his sloppy riding to grind your thick cock into his prostrate. Mouth open obscenely spilling wanton moans and babbling.

His legs spread open, well muscular thighs used for running and sports now supporting him to keep him squatting on your cock. His heavy pecs were still covered in a lacy red bra pressing them together giving the illusion of cleavage. 

Around his hips were a matching pair of panties, pushed to the side to ride your cock but still kept his well hung dick trapped in lace. The head of his massive cock, an angry red brushing against his faint happy trail on his muscular torso. 

“Make it up to me?” You watched with disinterest, despite the way your cock twitched inside his silky warmth. “How?”

The question barely registered to him. Too far gone, his eyes hazy, a hand playing with his bra clad pec rubbing the inverted dusky nipples though the lace. 

You let out an annoyed sigh and raise your hand and slap him. The hit snapped his head to the side, pink blossoming on his cheeks. 

His eyes widened, momentarily stilling. A hand cradling his hit cheek. Before a moan slipped out his lips and he smiled at you. Eyes filled with lust and adoration. 

“How are you going to make it up to me?” you asked again, letting your voice drag lazily edged with faint impatience. 

“Anything you want!” He said earnestly grinding on your cock. His tight hole clenched tighter, slowly moving his hips up and down the shaft. A pleased smile tugged his lips, at the moan that unwillingly slipped from your lips.

“Fuck me, use me. I’ll give you anything you want! Anything!” His voice bordered on obsession. The pace he was moving at picked up again, his stamina excellent thanks to all the sports he did. His bra clad pecs bounce in rhythm. Your cock disappearing in and out inside his pink hole. 

It was a hilarious contrast. Your picture perfect stepbrother was a masochistic slut for you. Despite all his accomplishments and achievements, he’d turn to you and beg to be fucked like a whore. 

Your hands trailed up his thigh to his v line, the place he had your initials name craved now a healed silvery wound. His breath hitched at the touch, a whimper leaving his swollen lips, looking at you like a touch staved puppy. 

You tightened your grip around his waist. And your thrusted up sharply into the wet heat. 

“F-fuck! [Name]! Y-yesss-ahhh fuck me!” He moaned shamelessly. The pain of your hold and the feeling of your cock plowing into him mixing into heat. 

He let you manhandle him anyway you wanted. Reverse your positions and hook his leg over your shoulder. All his flexibility was just a way for you to use him as you wanted. 

Content to be used like whore. Your whore. He’d remind you over and over. Only yours. 

When he came, it was untouched all over his abs and the red lace bra. A creamy coat that dripped down his tanned skin. You groaned, biting his neck as you filled him with warmth. His legs wrapped around you as if to keep it in him. 

“Such a good brother,” your voice purred against his neck, hickey blossoming on his tanned skin alongside the bite mark, as you lazily fuck your come back into him. “I could fuck you everyday.”

He nodded rapidly like he was scared you wouldn’t see it. “Yes yes yes! Yours!” He tilted his jaw up, a watery sheen in his eyes as he begged with his eyes for a kiss. 

You sighed, this time for real, your hands trailed over his toned thighs and rubbing where your name stained his skin. 

You were well aware he was manipulating you. Under that picture-perfect charming prince he showed to everyone else was something darker. And he knew you saw it too.

That was probably what fueled his obsession at first. But it rapidly spiraled into something more. It started with small gifts, then more expensive things, weekend getaways, to long vacations wherever you wanted. 

You learned soon your brother was willing to do anything you wanted. Give you anything you wanted. With his scores, sports and personality he could have anything he wanted but all he wanted was you. 

You were the only person who saw him. Past all the perfection to the messy human parts and accepted them like it was nothing. 

His obsession with you ran far deeper than just sex, that had been proved a long time again when he craved your name into his body and presented it to you like a sick claim.

You should have been horrified. But a part of you, the sadistic side hidden away perked up at the devotion. The utter obsession in his eyes, and the way he looked only incited your desire to conquer even further. 

Your lips brush against his, nipping against the plump swell of them and biting down. Sucking the blood out from the wound as he squirmed under you needily with a low moan. Cock already perking up for another round. 

“Another round?” You offered lazily. Rocking your hips into his heat.

“Yes!” His eyes widened excitedly and nodded. Spread out under you, ready for the taking you’d never seen anything more perfect.

[drytacomeat]

Yandere and Sexual Themes. MDNI

Yandere!Femboy who is practically in love with your ass.

No seriously, it’s borderline concerning.

He has so many creep shots of you bent over, lying face down on your bed, couch, on the floor…every possible surface really. If you happen to be wearing a skirt, just know he’ll be making it his personal mission to get the sketchiest photo possible.

Yandere!Femboy who “jokingly” smacks your ass so frequently in public. If he feels particularly possessive that day, he’ll give you a nice squeeze.

“You have the perfect ass, babe,” he’d giggle.

Yandere!Femboy who’ll beg you to come over after he gets off work, knowing you’d probably already showered and were now ready for bed. Too sleepy to put up with his bullshit.

“Hi, honey,” he’d coo as he walked into your room, bringing you some goodies from work.

You laid there, flat on your stomach strolling through your phone, paying him no mind.

Yandere!Femboy who is quick to hop into bed with you, eyes sat directly on his prize.

“Been thinking about this all day!”

He’ll pull your sleep shorts down til they’re rested just above your knees.

“Oh my god,” he’d whisper to himself as he massaged the fat of your ass, paying close attention to the dimpling and smoothing of the skin.

Yandere!Femboy who spreads you open just to stare at your asshole. He’s entranced by it. Pulling and pushing your cheeks to reveal your hole over and over again, his mouth watering.

Yandere!Femboy who literally loves to shoves his nose into your hole, to breathe you in. Much to his displeasure, he’s not smelling much but soap and skin, a bit of natural musk. He’ll have to get to you before you shower next time.

He’s such a creep!

He loves to lick your asshole out too, slobbering and sucking the sensitive little thing. He makes the nastiest, most obscene slurping sounds. He’d bully his tongue past your tight little ring for hours if he could.

“You fucking love this huh?” you say groggily.

Yandere!Femboy whose favorite thing to do is tease himself with your hole. He usually only allows himself to stick the tip in. Just like now.

“You’re so pretty back here,” he moans high pitched. “You’d never let anyone else fuck you here right?”

You don’t respond as you roll your eyes, not giving in to his delusional babbling.

“You wouldn’t right! I’ll fucking kill them! I’d kill anybody who even thinks about touching you here. Nobody but me!” he gets louder as he fucks the glistening, drippy tip of his cock in and out of your ass. “Fuck! Cumming!”

He’s all whimpers and pitiful hiccups as he dumps his load into you, shallow enough that it’s leaking out as soon as he pulls away. He holds you open, watching your hole clench and clench, cum dripping down the crack of your ass.

He runs his thumb through the mess, pressing it back into you.

“So pretty.”

[monstersholygrail]

Stricken By Beauty

your body is his muse…

synopsis: approaching a random man at an art gallery you never would’ve expected to meet the artist. And when he invites you back to his place he helps give you an idea of his inspirations.

pairing: Yandere!Artist x fem!reader

content: making out, rough sex, praise, fingering, hair pulling, cum eating, clit smacking, orgasm control, pussy drunk, overstimulation, clitoral stimulation, fucked out on dick, painting you in cum, aftercare.

Yandere!Artist stared down at his art, encased in glass like it was something precious. Meanwhile he loathed it. While everyone was begging his manager to let them host it in their galleries he wanted to burn it to ash.

To watch it wither away like the love that had created it. And that’s when he saw it, a blurred figure appeared in the glass like a blossoming Pheonix rising from the ashes.

“Do you like the painting?” Your voice asks and it echos straight into his soul.

He whirled around to face you, half convinced you weren’t real at first but rather an angel. But as he met your gaze he was left breathless by your beauty and thoughtfulness.

“You look like you’re burning lasers into that piece so I can’t imagine your answer is yes,” you said amusedly. Yet he was still struggling to respond.

“It, uh, has some bad memories attached to painting it,” he admitted as he felt those bad emotions fade before you.

Your eyes went comically wide. Apparently not realizing that you were standing in front of the piece’s creator. Apologies awkwardly sputtered from your lips and as professional as he tried to be he couldn’t help but crack a grin. Letting you see it with a cute quirk of his head.

Yandere!Artist saw the next sorry die on your tongue and his grin widened. So reactive. He wondered what else he could make you do.

If this was how you reacted untouched and teasing then what pretty faces and sweet noises would you make for him once he got his hands on you? He’d touch every curve and drip until he could sculpt out a replica.

So he asked to show you around the gallery if only to spend a little more time with you. Something about you utterly fascinated him. And while the two of you walk through the exhibits he found himself asking to listen to your feelings about the art instead of talking himself. Another strange phenomenon he blamed you for.

Together you walked around the gallery countless times. The two of you lost in a flow of endless conversation till the place closed. A flicker of annoyance shot through him as a guard informed him they need to leave for the night.

Even as he left the two of you alone you lingered, not wanting to part. He sensed you lean in closer to him, sensed the hope. It would be a bad idea, he shouldn’t. Not again.

“Would you like to come to my place for a nightcap?” He asked as he whirled around to face you.

At first he expected you to take things slowly. You looked like the shy type. But the second the door shut behind him you pounced. As his lips met yours in a messy desperate kiss he knew he was gone for you.

His hands roamed all over your curves as he stumbled with you toward his bedroom. Hands memorized every inch. When your feet hit the edge of his bed he spins you around and folds you over in half. His feet kick your knees apart and pull down your clothes, gazing closely at the wet stain on your panties.

“Tsk, messy girl. Someone’s gonna have to clean this up.”

He ghosted his fingers along your clothed folds, listening to you gasp and tremble against him. Long strings of white gooey essence stretches wide as he pushes your panties aside, a long grown leaving him at the sight.

Then his fingers spread your folds open to the cool air till your arousal drips on the floor. Only then does he swipe his long digits down your slit, swirling them around your clit and exploring everything. Cataloguing every reaction you give him.

Fuck, he’s had enough, needing you on his cock this instant. You whimper so prettily as he withdraws and sheds himself of his clothes. Then he’s kissing up your frame, hand curling in your hair like the stroke of a brush, and he pull. Hard. Till your back is arched so nicely for him.

Yandere!Artist loved seeing you cry out at the jolt of pain combined with the sensation of feeling his long length spearing through your drenched folds.

Using the opportunity of having your mouth parted for him he stuffs his wet fingers in there, ordering you to suckle on them and taste how soaked you get for him.

He shuddered as your screams of pleasure vibrate on his hand while he works you down his shaft. Fuck, every part of you is like heaven. It’s as though a muse is caressing him as your silken walls glide down his cock and suck him in deeper with every thrust.

As needy to be inside you the same way you are. His free hand moves down to your belly, pressing on the bulging imprint of his cock and it’s like something in him snaps.

He ruts into you harder and harder every time you scream for more around his fingers. With his hold he keeps you pinned against him, not giving you a second to breathe without him filling up your entire being.

The force of his thrusts driving in so deep it’s like he’s rearranging your guts and leaving a permanent place for his cock to live. A shudder rolls through him and he presses against your back like he could merge you two together.

With a swivel his hips he desperately looked for your sweet spots until you wail harshly, your back arching to take him impossibly deeper. A near manic bubble of laughter leaves him.

“Did I find it, huh, pretty? Look at her thanking me so nice. I’m fuckin’ spoiling this pussy,” he rasps in your ear. Then in a blink of an eye he slips his fingers out of your mouth and smacks one, two, three wet swats right on your swollen sensitive clit.

Yandere!Artist watches like a predator who’s finally caught their prey when your body jolts forward, strangled shrieks echoing against the wall as you cum. The way your cunt clamps down and milks his cock for everything that it’s worth sends him into the ultimate state of bliss.

By now he’s so drunk on your pussy as he fights to fuck you through it no matter how hard you’re suffocating and squeezing his cock.

“C’mon, mmph, gimme more. I know you can do it, baby. Paint my cock with your cum, wanna drown in you,” he groans, lost in the sensation of having you wrapped around him.

It takes all the strength he has left to work you through your release, talking you through it the whole way, and continues right into the next. Even as you whine and squirm beneath him he just starts building you up again. He knows how sensitive you are.

Every tremor of your body coils back up his cock, making him tingle all over. His face falls into your neck and he inhales the scent of your sweat glistening on you.

“Hmm, not done with you yet, muse. Just one more. It’ll be quick.”

Yandere!Artist lies to you so sweetly but he can’t help himself when it comes to you. He fucks into you nice and slow for this one. Basking in the feeling of you throbbing against the veins on his length. You two just fit together like two broken puzzle pieces.

He’s falling.

He knows he’s falling again. The warning bells are nothing but white noise as he grinds the leaking angry tip of his dick into your gummy cervix till you’re nothing but a fucked out mess on the bed.

Yandere!Artist needs to cum so bad yet doesn’t want the moment to end. But the sight of you covered in his cum is too hard to resist. So his hand slips back between your legs, much gentler this time, and expertly rubs your clit. Not wanting to finish until you have. Just like he begged you for.

He waits to the point you cum where his fingers on your clit quicken but he pulls out with a sharp jerk of his hips at the same time. He was so close. So close to coming inside of you.

Instead he shoots spurt after spurt all over your back, painting you in his release. It’s the closest thing to a masterpiece he’s ever made.

Afterwards, taking care of your every need, cleaning you up and whispering sweet nothings about how good you were for him and how perfect you felt, the lovely noises you made, and all about how much he wants to keep you. He drags you into his embrace and molds his front to your back. You fall asleep surrounded by his warmth and comfort.

The next morning he finds you walking around his studio. Stopping in front of a painting that looks eerily similar to the one you saw last night at the gallery. He comes up and hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. Wanting to see everything through your eyes.

“Are these part of a series, what are they supposed to represent?” You ask softly in the undisturbed light of morning.

Yandere!Artist chuckles at your question but squeezes you tighter. As if afraid that you’ll disappear any minute.

“They’re actually paintings I make whoever an ex of mine breaks up with me. It’s just a freak accident that one gained so much popularity.”

Your lips twist into a frown as you stare at the bold red painting. “Well now I regret complimenting it so much,” you say as if displeased imagining him with someone else.

Yandere!Artist grins at your response as it feeds the dark hungry side of himself that wants to wrap you up and never let you go.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on ever having to make another one of these again,” he murmurs and places a chaste kiss on your pulse before letting you go.

It takes a moment for his words to properly sink in. They’re sweet words, really. So you have no idea why they unnerve you so much as you watch him waltz over to the kitchen, whistling a happy tune.

[lullabymei]

hopping to knots?!

silly man yearns for his sweet bunny best friend, but he needs to figure out a way on wooing you properly… maybe cumming in you will do the trick!

samoyed hybrid!phainon x bunny hybrid!reader

word count: 1.2k

cw: MDNI, NSFW, fem!reader, use of y/n, small plot full smut, pet names (bunny), mutual pinning, friends with benefits, hybrid au, p in v, RAWWWWWW, knotting, breeding, mating press, doggy position, small mention of tummy bulge, impregnation mentioned, dacryphilia, mean phainon, dubcon(???), posessive phainon, ooc phainon (?), not proofread

a/n: gaw...i want him so bad... also i'm so sorry this is absolutely butt, i'll work on how to write smut chat pls spare me

phainon. 

phainon of aedes elysiae. 

golden boy of okhema. 

practically the son in law all the elders wanted. 

but you knew better. that so called “innocent” face and smile—is all part of his act. 

of course he’s nice and kind, great with kids—helping an eldery carry his bags, attempting to make a crying kid smile—all good deeds. but he can and will bend you over against your desk and fuck you dumb until his cum was completely rooted in your womb. acting all proper and handsome as if he didn’t rearrange your body the night before. the duality of a man you thought. you watched him from afar, aglaea’s words flying out the other end of your ear, watching phainon playing with the kids, dragging him around by holding his finger with their small hands, you smiled lightly for a moment. thinking how cute the scene was before hearing aglaea clearing her throat.

“y/n.” turning your head, seeing aglaea’s smirk.

“what—what did you say?” 

“well, i would repeat what i was talking about but i think you were too busy gawking at the deliverer.” her fox tail slowly wagging, watching your reactions curiously. 

“no i was not—“ 

“if i know better, he’s been lingering around you all the time as far as i see it—“

waving your hands in front of her to stop, your cheeks flushed in embarassment. “okay i’m sorry i didn’t pay attention—! just wondering if the kids are having fun, you understand, right?” 

“uhhuh..” 

“aglaea!” 

“i’m just teasing, y/n.” 

taking a sigh of relief, before you could turn your head back to see where phainon and the other kids were—realizing he was gone.

“hey where did—?” 

watching aglaea walking away with a smirk, you were standing there confused. 

“wait aglaea—“ before you could call out for her, feeling someone’s arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest, hugging you from behind, his chin resting on the top of your head. 

“you kept gawking your eyes at me while i’m entertaining the kids over there.” 

you already felt your stomach drop, hearing that familiar voice—the familiar scent. 

“aww, missed me already, hm?” 

you were completely frozen on the spot. he knew you were watching—of course he knew. 

“shut up..” you mumbled, but not moving away from him, feeling his arms slowly wrapping more around you. 

“you know what i miss?” 

“what?”

“you.” 

“phai, we spend every day together.”

“so?”

“we literally live together.”

“and?” 

“you’re so clingy.” you immediately realized what you just said—and instant regret creeping in. from the corner of your eye, seeing phainon’s tail beginning to wag slowly, that sweet innocent smile on his face again, leaning down to match your height. suddenly feeling his fingers gently brushing against your tail, twitching from his touch. 

“oh, really?” 

your head’s currently in his pillow, each lewd fwops filling up the bedroom, his hips ramming deeper into your drooling wet cunt, sweat dripping down his forearm. your flushed face, glazed-over eyes, slackened lips, the way your tits bounce with each brutal thrust, the obscene squelch of your cunt milking his cock…

“you look cute like this, all sloppy and fucked-out.” leaning his head down, finding your chin and tilting your head back, capturing your parted lips in a messy, dominating kiss. his tongue delving past your teeth, claiming your mouth as thoroughly as his cock claims your pussy. feeling you swirling your tongue with his, a small smirk playing at his lips before delving more into the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips the moment you pulled away for air. 

“you’re pretty clingy on my cock y’know.” he mocked, licking your tears that had dripped down your face, your flushed cheeks and desperate whines practically music to his ears. 

“p—phai— can’t take anymore—“ you sobbed through tears, drooling while your bunny tail wagging right onto his lower abs. but despite saying that, your sopping gummy walls kept constricting around his cock, each thrust of his thick tip finding its way to your g-spot, making your back arch. 

“shh, you can take it, bunny.” the thick head of his cock pressing more deeper to your cervis with each powerful thrust, his tail wagging faster from the feel of your pussy clamping on, moaning. “after all, who else can make you feel this good?” 

his sentence couldn’t even register into your head, all you could do was drool onto his pillow from his cock taking residence in your walls. each thrust he delivered, watching your floppy bunny ears bouncing, your tail wagging right on his abs tickling his skin. his smile growing more, arms snaking around your waist, pulling your sweaty body closer to his, feeling him pulling out. just as you could even complain, ramming himself back—hard. 

“a—ahh—!” moaning out, clamping on his cock and coming first, the pathetic pearls of your orgasm spilling all over his cock and dripping onto his blankets, he could only snicker. 

“oops, sorry.” his swollen cock throbbing deep within your clinging heat, his fingers finding its way to your breasts, pinching and rolling them. “not done with you yet bunny.” 

your desperate hiccups, trying to squirm out of his grip but him pulling out again, flipping you onto your back.

“p-phai—“ hiccuping desperately, trying to squirm your way out, but him overpowering you, his cock nudging between your folds again.”i can’t—“

“yes, you can~” hooking his arms under your knee, bending your leg back towards your chest—practically folding you in half. the new angle allows him to drill deeper, hitting that special spot within you that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. hearing your desperate hiccups and cries, but your body still yearning for him.

“aw look at you. completely drunk on my cock. you like having your greedy cunt stuffed full of my cock?” phainon’s grip on your thigh tightens as he picks up speed, his hips slamming into yours with bruising force. watching your tummy bulge of where his cock’s buried, something darker growing in his chest. seeing how small you are compared to him, knowning you couldn’t refuse him no matter what—he could just…knock you up. 

“then this means i can knot in you, right?” watching your face in pure shock, you shook your head no—but your tail betrayed you. wagging. and of course he saw. 

“i-it’s not gonna fit—“

watching him smile, his tail wagging, thumping on the bed. 

“it will. then you’ll be mine only.” licking way your tears, tasting the salty sweet flavor of your skin. “so pretty when you’re crying for me.” lapping up your tears, driving his hips deeper despite your weak attempts of pushing his cheset away but ending up clawing his back, completely cockdrunk. drooling and babbling underneath him, feeling your orgasm about to crash down, his hips driving deeper into the mating press. 

“k-keep clamping on my cock like that and i’m gonna knot in you…” he grunted, sweat dripping, the scent of your sweat and something sweet lingering, his cock swelling up, as you shut your eyes and tears spilling, ssquirting all over his cock, pushing you to the edge.

“p-phainon—!” 

his knot locking you both together as he moaned, hot loads of cum spilling straight into your womb, feeling his sharp cainines digging into the crook of your neck, coming together.

“f-fuck.. that was a lot…” his arms still caging you in, but lowering your legs down, his tail wagging happily, massaging your thighs. “tired?” 

“no shit..” you whined underneath him, cheeks flushed but feeling his tongue licking up the small noticeable drool at the corner of your lip.

“mmmh well, at least you’ll look pretty with your belly swollen with our pups.”

“what?”

“nothing…” 

shutting you up with a kiss before you could say anything, his tail happily wagging with yours.

[monstersholygrail]

Sappy!Yandere

Male Yandere x Fem!Reader ||

Sappy Yandere was used to everyone fawning over him, giving him everything, obsessing over him. He never knew how it felt to act that way until he met you and you turned his entire world upside down. Suddenly everything is about cherishing you and being without you for even a second just makes him wanna cry. He’ll spoil you so long as you spoil him with attention.

Sappy!Yandere isn’t sure exactly when or how he fell under your spell but he knows he’s only under it because you want him to be. Before meeting you he wouldn’t have called himself an obsessive guy. It was usually the other way around.

People called him charming, effeminate, and tender hearted. But he was also a heavy flirt who used that to always get what he wanted. Yet he’d never get attached. To anyone. They were all toys for him to mess with and see how badly they could obsess over him.

Until things switched in an instant when he met you. Someone equally as flirty in his opinion and furiously unimpressed by his charms. It was like you could see right through his mask of indifference. Seeing the needy boy he kept hidden underneath.

And being seen by you rocked him to his very core. It made him feel warm and a strange urge to submit to you.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you when you weren’t even around. When you were there he wouldn’t stop trying to woo you. Nothing he ever did was enough. He wasn’t enough for someone as amazing as you but he desperately wanted to be.

It was driving him crazy, making him mad. It fractured his entire reality. Till it rebuilt itself around you.

Eventually he had stopped flirting with anyone else. Or giving attention to literally everyone that wasn’t you. It felt wrong. If it wasn’t you then it was as if a hollowness dug deeper into his chest. He couldn’t do it anymore, the meaningless flirting. Not when trying to win you was so much sweeter.

Getting his way was boring, he was used to it. It didn’t give him the same satisfaction anymore. If by the end he wasn’t getting you then he didn’t see the point.

Everything he did now came down to getting you what you wanted instead. Doting on you and cherishing you. Just to see that precious smile on your face and that sparkle in your eye.

It made his cock so fucking hard just to see it. Even worse when you’d reward him. Make him feel all special and seen with your attention. He was getting spoiled by your love. A love that had felt better than anything he felt toward the people he causally used to flirt with.

With you it was special. The slightest hint of affection had his cock twitching with interest. Your eyes on him had him leaking, completely u touched, until he was ruined. Boxers soaked through and he wouldn’t have even cum yet.

Another thing he’d experienced since falling under your spell. Not even needing stimulation when just the thought of sliding into your slick warmth, of being gripped so tightly it bordered on suffocation, was enough to have him explode inside his boxers.

The actual sensation of your affection was better than anything he ever could’ve imagined though. When you finally gave into him, just a little bit. Gave him a taste. Let him treat you how he’s always wanted.

Right then and there he knew he could never be without it again. And when you withdrew a few minutes later it was like being separated from a limb.

Tears had sprung to his eyes and rolled heavily down his round cheeks as he blubbered like a fish. Begging and pleading for you to not draw away from him. He needed you. More, he just needed a little more. Then he’d totally be fine.

Now he starts sobbing, tears gathering in his lashes whenever you don’t kiss him quick enough when you guys meet up to hand out. If you’re at a party with your friends and he can’t see you he’ll start whining for you. He’s tried getting you to wear a teacher but you keep saying no, no matter how much he pouted.

He’s also always the one carrying your purse. Not only because it’s the gentlemanly thing to do but also so that he can snoop through your things and look in your phone. Deleting dick pics and other guys’ numbers to replace them with his own.

Of course you still dated around. It’s not exactly like you two were together. At least on your end. Meanwhile you were it for him, he had no interest in anyone else. He’d just have to slowly get you to only see him too.

As much as he’s in your bed nearly every night making you cum on his cock, his tongue, his fingers, and even his thighs. Still you continue to draw others into your orbit. You’re the only thing he needs, why can’t it be the same for you? The thought nearly had him crying again.

To distract himself he’ll spend hours with you; hands gripping your hips and slamming your spent body down his shaft over and over again. Bringing you to climax more times than he can count.

Fucking you all around your home. On every piece of furniture and in every position he can think of. Probably creating a few moves in the process.

His favorite moment is when you reach that point, too fucked out to even stand. So he’ll hold you up by the throat, your back pushed into his chest as you both watched yourself in the mirror.

Making sure that when you squirt for him it sprays all over the clear glass till you’re blurry. Desperately watching for every and all signs of your pleasure. It’s one of the main draws of the position, obviously.

When he could no longer fuck you on his cock he’d bring you down onto his mouth, adding in his fingers till his jaw ached and his digits cramped up. He lied. It will never be just a little more, he could never get enough.

Even as you’re both cuddling and coming down from the next dimensions your pussy has sent him into he rocks you against his thigh. Keeping those sparks of pleasure tingling throughout your body. It’s all he wants to do.

You’ve completely broken him into a million fragile pieces. Only to put him back together exactly the way you want him to be. And he loves every moment of it.

[monstersholygrail]

Subby Yandere!Boxer gave himself the nickname ‘Big Dog’ in the underground fighting ring as an excuse for you to litter him with bite marks before every match. He’ll still completely still like the good boy he is waiting for you to straddle him on the bench in the locker room.

The minute you go he’s scooping your flesh firmly in his hands, pulling you tight against his hardening bulge. He moans and groans like a freaked out slut as your teeth sink into his throat, chest, shoulders, arms, and hips. Anywhere that’s visible really. Making your way down slowly, dragging it out to torture him, teasing him till he’s fully rock hard.

His hips buck up. The tip of his cock already leaking with pre. But all you do is kiss the sensitive bulge, knowing he’s about to take you against these lockers. Another ritual of his that is unarguable.

Subby Yandere!Boxer always gathers a little bit of your cum before the way match or even just a practice. Whether it’s from fucking you raw or eating out your precious pussy he makes sure to scoop up some of your cum and fill his entire mouth guard with it.

That way he’ll continue to get the taste of you filling up his mouth throughout the whole match. Call it a good luck charm to whatever you want but he won’t step an inch into that ring until your cum is gushing out from the sides of his mouth guard and dripping on his tongue.

Subby Yandere!Boxer can’t get enough of fucking you in the locker room showers late at night. Usually everyone is asleep by then but sometimes he knows Grumpy Yan!Boxer like to practice alone at midnight.

So on nights like that he’ll sneak away with you to the shower closest to the door so there’s no way to avoid the sound. Not that vicinity would be a problem anyway, you were always more vocal when you thought that there was no risk of anyone hearing or being around.

A fact he used to his benefit as he folds you in half against the shower, keeping your body open to him with an arm locked under each of your knees while he pounds into you.

The girth of his shaft splitting you apart. Something you were actually shouting out your praises for at that very moment. The sound of your back hitting the wall with a wet hard plap is drowned out by your wailing pleasure.

Fuck, he loved when you got so desperate like this. He almost always gets lost in you, so deeply drunk on your pussy. But then he’ll catch it, under all the noise you two made, the creak of a door. It’s him. Grumpy Yan!Boxer. So of course, to rub it in, he had to pick up pace.

Pistoning his cock so deep inside you he reaches places you didn’t even know existed. Ruthlessly keeping pace till you explode, squirting your release heavier than the shower pours over you two. Subby Yan!Boxer follows after you with pleasure pulsing through him and triumph thrumming in his veins.

Subby Yandere!Boxer may be the most submissive (yet bratty) man anyone’s ever met but that doesn’t mean he never lets his own frustrations get the better of him. Sometimes when he’s been too long without getting a taste of you and his usual tricks to get your attention don’t work he’ll snap. Venting his frustrations, hitting heavybags till sand spills from them.

Then when you finally do arrive to calm him down he grips his wrappings with his teeth, rips them off, and stuffs the sweaty fabric in your mouth. Then he brings you down onto the mat to make you choke on them and his dick as he finally stuffs it back into your tight cunt after forever.

But by the time you both cum he’s whimpering with tears in his eyes as he kisses and worships your body in appreciation for coming back to him.

Subby Yandere!Boxer is always asked by fans what his favorite form of practice is. But he can never tell them that his favorite by far is practicing punch combos with his tongue while eating you out. Down, fake right, dodge left has his tongue dragging down to your entrance before swirling tight figure eights against your clit.

His opponent is your writhing body as you buck and squirm away from his brutal tongue fucking. Going over his combos time and time again till them and your cries of ecstasy as you cum countless times are burned into his brain.

Even when you’re hissing from the pain of overstimulation and clawing at his back he doesn’t stop until practice is over. It’s what you taught him after all.

But he can’t say all that to the fans though so he just explains as best he can. ‘Endurance Training’ he calls it. With a cocky grin painted on his face that makes them all swoon.

[endennnope]

AU sketch

no direct omo yet but phai does say he has to go and wolf reaver tells him to do it now while theyre fucking so yea

[alcannetta]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ thinking of bunny boys, so delicate, soft and fluffy... well, only the latter is true ₊˚⊹ ᰔ bunny boys who are so sweet and kind, who romance you so lovingly and appear to do no wrong. bunny boys who develop extremely territorial and possessive aggression, who go feral whenever someone looks at you or speaks about you wrongly. they spit the most creative, emotionally damaging insults, and aren't afraid to bite and claw others to death.

bunny boys who make love to you like they're trying to fuse your bodies and souls, who fuck you like there's no tomorrow. once you start, there's no stopping til his balls have been completely emptied deep inside you. bunny boys whose dicks don't seem to ever tire, who fuck your unconscious body that's so tired and drained from the hours of endless sex and overstimulation. you fade in and out of consciousness, only to find yourself in various different positions when you wake, the only constant being the relentless pounding of your lovely bunny's cock in you, the latest fill of cum helping your walls stay lubed and even dripping down your thighs.

bunny boys who spams through a cycle of apologies (he just has such a huge libido, the two of you can't do anything about it), praises (you take so well, his little mate, his darling partner), and degradations (look at you, whoring yourself out on his dick, unable to take anything else, such a pathetic cum bucket).

thinking of bunny boys <3

[lumiambrose]

static ft. Phainon

・❥・2k words - smut mdni he's obsessed with you, you're his favourite streamer. and it seems you've taken quite the liking to him too

phone sex, surprisingly a lot of plot, maybe ooc phainon for a bit (very shy at the start), texts are indicated with italic (good luck trying to figure out who's who)

you'd been streaming for three hours when the donation popped up.

khaslana_xiv donated 200$: "you're literally so funny i can't breathe. peak once again."

your chat absolutely lost it. hundreds of messages rolling past, mostly emojis, mostly people calling him down bad. you laughed, genuine and a little surprised, leaning into your mic.

"khaslana! oh my god, thank you so much that's so sweet!" you were grinning. chat was feral. someone typed HE'S DOWN ABSOLUTELY BAD and another followed it with marry him.

you knew the name. hard not to. khaslana_xiv was in almost every single stream, always in the top of the leaderboard, always with donations that made your eyes go wide. he didn't spam chat or act like a creep. just showed up, consistent, tipped generously and occasionally said something earnest enough to make your whole face warm.

after the stream ended you sat in the dim blue glow of your monitor for a moment. pulled up the donation history just to look.

khaslana_xiv. two hundred tonight, one fifty last week, a hundred the week before that. comments always clean. always kind.

you chewed your lip.

then you sent him a discord request.

he accepted within four minutes.

hey, just wanted to say thank you properly, your donations are always so generous and i feel bad just thanking you on stream lol

the typing indicator appeared. disappeared. appeared again for a long time.

oh. hi. yeah, no, it's really okay, you don't have to. i mean i wanted to, i just really like your streams.

well i'm glad to have you around

you smiled at your screen.

how long have you been watching?

about eight months. i found you through a vod someone clipped and then i just. watched everything. all of it. i had a lot of free time

all of it? that's like 400 hours of content

i know

..phainon

that is genuinely insane

i know that too

you were laughing now, properly. he had this quality to his messages, this slightly shy sincerity. like he was saying the honest thing and immediately scared that he'd said it. it was endearing in a way that felt a little dangerous. you kept going anyway.

it didn't happen all at once. these things never do.

you texted back and forth for two hours that first night, about nothing in particular. he was funny in the quiet, dry way that sneaks up on you. he talked about a place he grew up, somewhere remote that sounded more like a myth than a real location. he had this streak of idealism running through everything he said, this absolute refusal to be cynical, and it made you want to poke at it, test the edges of it, see if it held.

it held.

by the third night you were texting him before bed. by the first week it was constant. comfortable in a way that felt surprising, like finding a door in a room you thought you knew.

then one evening he said, i keep thinking about the stream where you were eating that noodle cup at 2am and talking about having no one to talk to at night. you seemed lonely.

you stared at that message for a long time.

i was, you typed back.

me too, he said. still am, mostly. except for this.

the silence after that felt warm rather than empty. you sent a voice memo instead of typing, just a soft hi into the dark of your room. he replied with one too, and his voice was low and careful and a little rough at the edges, and something in your stomach went tight.

you have a nice voice, you typed.

so do you. obviously. i've listened to hundreds of hours of it

god, you really don't hold back do you

you asked

i did, you admitted. then, before you could think better of it: send me a photo

another long pause.

like of me?

no of your kitchen, yes of you

the typing indicator ran for almost a minute. then a photo came through.

you weren't prepared for that.

he was sitting in what looked like a bedroom, warm lamplight cutting across one side of his face. light hair, a little dishevelled. jaw that could cut glass. eyes that were light, almost golden in the photograph, wide and a little uncertain, like he wasn't sure what expression to make. he was wearing a plain dark shirt and one hand was raised towards the camera like he'd been about to lower the phone when he took it.

well, you typed.

is that okay?

khaslana. you're gorgeous. what the hell.

the longest pause yet.

oh.

really?

really really. why do you sound shocked

i don't know. i didn't think i'd be anything particularly…

stop, you said. you're hot as fuck. i'm looking at this photo and i'm being a little bit embarrassing about it actually

now i need to see a photo of you being embarrassing about it

and something shifted. you could feel it in the texture of the messages. the shy sincerity was still there but something else had slipped in underneath, something warmer and more deliberate.

you want me to be embarrassed?, you typed.

maybe a little, he said. is that bad?

no, you said. call me.

the call connected after one ring.

"hi." his voice was softer than the voice memo, a little breathless. like he'd been waiting for this and hadn't quite believed it would happen.

"hi," you said. you were already lying down, phone against your ear, room dark.

"this is surreal," he said. "you know that, right. this is surreal for me."

"good surreal or bad surreal?"

"good. very good." a pause. "you look exactly how i imagined you'd look when you were off camera."

"and how's that?"

"softer," he said. "more real. i like it."

your breath came out slow. "khaslana."

"phainon," he said. "you can call me phainon. that's what people who know me call me."

"do many people know you?"

"no," he admitted. "not really."

"phainon," you said, testing it. he made a small sound at the other end. "you've been watching me for eight months."

"yes."

"and you've thought about me."

a pause. "yes."

"what did you think about?"

longer pause. his breathing changed, just slightly. "do you want me to actually answer that?"

"i'm asking, aren't i?"

"your voice mostly," he said, slow, like he was choosing each word. "the way you laugh at your own jokes before you finish them. the way you tuck your hair back when you're concentrating. and sometimes…" he stopped.

"sometimes?"

"sometimes i thought about what it would be like if you were talking to me. specifically. not the stream. just me."

"like now?"

"like now," he said quietly.

you shifted against your pillow. "and what do you want to do with me now that you have me?"

the silence was thick and hot. you could hear him breathe.

"i want to make you feel good," he said. and the shyness was dissolving, you could hear it going, like ice in warm water. "i've thought about it a lot actually. what you'd sound like."

"yeah?" your voice dropped low.

"yeah." his matched it. "are you in bed?"

"i am."

"what are you wearing?"

"not much," you admitted.

a soft exhale on his end. "okay," he said, almost to himself. like he was steadying something. "okay," he said again, but different this time. lower. like he'd made a decision. "touch yourself for me."

your breath caught.

"phainon—"

"you set this up," he said, and his voice had an edge now, this unexpected quiet certainty to it. "you called me. so let me make it worth it. touch yourself and tell me what you feel."

god.

you slid your hand down your stomach, slow, and the sound that came out of you was involuntary. "warm," you breathed. "i'm already—"

"already what?" he pressed.

"already wet."

a low sound from him, barely audible. "from talking to me?"

"from hearing your voice. from that photo." you pressed two fingers against yourself and bit your lip at the pressure. "phainon. what are you doing right now?"

"touching myself," he said plainly. "thinking about you."

"what are you thinking?"

"what you'd feel like around me," he said. "whether you'd be loud or quiet. i think you'd forget to be quiet."

"keep going," you managed.

"i think about laying you out and taking my time," he said, steadier now, unhurried, like something had unlocked. "i've thought about it so many times. watching you on stream, hearing you laugh and thinking about what you'd sound like if i had my mouth on you instead. if you were making those sounds for me."

"fuck," you whispered.

"are you touching yourself properly?"

"yes." you worked your fingers in slow circles, the pressure building already, humiliating how fast. "phainon—"

"i want you to push inside," he said. "two fingers. for me."

you did. the sound you made was embarrassingly wet and open and you heard him inhale sharply through the phone.

"yeah," he breathed. "like that. keep going."

"i can't believe you," you said, half-laughing, half-gasping. "for someone who came off so nervous—"

"you asked to see me and to call you at midnight," he said, and there was something almost warm in the edge of it, almost amused. "i think you knew what you were doing, sweetheart."

you had. obviously you had.

"how does it feel," he asked.

"good. so good. i keep thinking about your hands."

another low sound from him. his breathing was unsteady now too, the rhythm of it breaking up. "tell me," he said.

"they look big in the photo. i keep thinking about them on my hips." you curled your fingers and gasped. "phainon. what do you sound like when you—"

"you'll find out," he said, rough at the edges. "keep going. i'm close."

you worked yourself faster, the wet sounds of it audible through the phone, shameless now, past caring. his breathing was ragged on the other end. you could hear the slick rhythm of his hand.

"you're my absolute favourite," he said suddenly, through a breath, barely coherent. "you know that? eight months and you're still my favourite person and i don't even— fuck—"

"phainon," you gasped, "i'm gonna—"

"yeah," he said, urgent, "come on, let me hear you—"

you came with his name in your mouth, hips pressing into your own hand, thighs clenching around nothing. the sound that came out of you was broken and open and embarrassingly loud in the quiet of your bedroom. and then he made a sound too, low and rough and desperate, and that made you flutter all over again even as you came down.

silence.

then breathing. both of you, unsteady and warm.

"you didn't tell me you were going to be like that," you said finally.

"like what?"

"confident. once you got going."

"you told me i was hot," he said simply. "i believed you."

you stared up at the ceiling of your dark room, chest still rising and falling too fast, thighs damp, the ghost of the orgasm still humming through your legs. outside, the world was quiet. your monitor had gone to sleep. somewhere through the phone you could hear him shifting, settling and it was somehow the most domestic and intimate thing imaginable given what had just happened.

"i meant it," you said softly.

"i know," he said. "i know you did. that's the thing about you. you say what you mean." a pause. "i've always liked that about you. even just watching. you never pretend."

your eyes prickled, which was absurd, which was so out of proportion to what this was supposed to be. but there it was.

"stay on the phone," you said. "just for a bit longer."

"i wasn't planning on going anywhere," phainon said, his voice was warm and low and quiet, the sound of someone who had been lonely a long time and had just, finally, found somewhere to put it down.

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[despairots]

I CUMMED GNG ⟢ phainon! 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 shocking news! so, you posted yourself on twitter after hours contemplating rather or not you should die, but the good news is that everyone knows why phainon kept you hidden. the bad news—on the otherhand— is that you now have stalkers.

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Cipher holds your hand tightly while you huff in annoyance, cigarette between your fingers before you stomped it out and followed her into the alcohol store, being careful to not bump into anything.

You’ve been staying at Cipher’s house for a week straight. No contact with Phainon, no messages from anyone about him, and no stalking his accounts. It’s been miserable ever since, who actually wants to stay a week away from their boyfriend? You certainly do not, but it’s… It’s a nice break.

Sure, the first night away from him was miserable, and you’re not going to lie and say the second night wasn’t at all. It was awful, truthfully. But, it did get better with Cipher who kept making you laugh and distracting you from thinking about him.

“Okay, soooo?” Cipher started, dragging your attention away from the bottle you were looking at to the bottles in her hands. An amused look appeared on your face, raising an eyebrow at her options, “These are coming out of your pocket, right?” You plucked the red wine from her left hand.

Cipher shrugged with a smug smile, placing the refused drink back onto the shelf before moving onto the next choices. “Yeah, totally.” She waved off with a scoff, dangling vodka infront of you and making you hold it, ignoring the protests.

“Cipher.”

“It is,” She responded back quickly, opening the freezer and grabbing two six-packs of beers, making you roll your eyes as you set the drinks in your arms to grab a basket real quick. “Relax, sweetheart.” The basket dug into your arms from the weight but you ignored it, letting Cipher place in drinks that she only likes.

You liked the silence between you two, the humming of the freezers and light jazz music in the background as the both of you got the line, only 2 people in front of you.

“So,” Cipher started off, leaning against the railings, “How’s loverboy?” She questioned with a wiggle of her eyebrows, making you scoff and rest the basket on the counter. Your lack of response made Cipher whine and grab onto your arm, attempting to shake an answer out of you.

“I don’t know,” You answered honestly, reaching the register and offering a smile as they scanned your items. You turned to Cipher while she was doing so, “I’m scared to contact him.” Cipher pulled a face at your answer, making you smile wryly and shrug.

“Fucking pussy.”

“Don’t start.” Cipher payed for the drinks, offering a wink when the girls eyes lingered on her as she recognized Cipher, the two of you long gone before she could ask for an autograph.

“She was pretty,” Cipher pointed out, making sure no cars were passing by and making a run for it. The car was parked at the other lot across from the store, wanting to make sure no one could spot it.

The back opened, placing the drinks carefully and entering the passenger seat as it closed. “You think every girl is pretty.” Scoffing in amusement, you plugged your phone into the aux, Cipher laughing as if your statement was the funniest thing ever.

The camera clicked.

“Uh—Cipher?” Phainon catches the solid body that was pushed into his chest with a careful hand, his eyes moving from the top of your head up to Cipher who sent him a grin. Phainon face falls flat before raising an eyebrow, briefly ignoring the face starting to smush into his neck, “What are you doing?”

Castorice tugs at Cipher’s hand with an awkward smile, “Just, make sure they don’t drink anymore, got it?” Cipher orders, letting Castorice pull her away from the couple. “And don’t do anything stupid! Protection, okay?” Cipher snickers until Castorice pulls on her hand harder, letting out a yelp.

The two girls mix with the others, Phainon blinking before sighing, dropping his drink onto the counter to cup your face gently. You murmur something under your breath, staring up at him with squeezed cheeks and a pout. If you weren’t drunk, Phainon would’ve kissed you.

“How many drinks did you have?” Phainon’s question didn’t process immediately into your head. Eyes fluttering and head drooping in his clutches, Phainon making a sound as your head nods back and forth. “Love?”

“I don’t,” you pause to yawn, leaning your cheek onto Phainon’s chest with a satisfied expression. “I don’t know. Maybe… maybe 10? Or… more.” You circle your arms around his midriff to hug him, keeping Phainon close whose attention moves from you to the girls who are in a circle, Cipher peaking her head over Castorice’s to spy on you two.

“Why?”

You whine softly, pushing your head deeper into his chest. “I miss you…” Your confession makes Phainon’s body relax, a hum leaving his lips as his fingers grip your waist tightly. “Everyone sucks! And, they all think they can handle you—which they can’t— and it makes me jealous, and sad, and I hate you!”

Phainon chuckles, finding your drunk ranting endearing as you lift your head off his chest to pucker your lips.

“Kiss?”

Phainon shakes his head at your ask, placing a hand onto your cheek and leaning his head back slightly so you wouldn’t try, and capture his lips. “You’re drunk, sweetheart,” He points out, voice barely a whisper.

He watches you huff, moving your arms to around his neck to pull him down. “Do you not love me?” You ask, almost heartbroken from his rejection. Phainon scoffs in amusement, leaning down to place a kiss onto your forehead, not where you want his lips to be.

“Stop dodging me!” You shake his collar, Phainon’s laughter annoying you more before you stop, looking up at him through your lashes, a soft pout that makes Phainon almost lean down immediately to kiss you on your lips.

“Please?”

His defence falls quickly at your plea, shuffling back with you so he can sit down on the stool, spreading his legs so you can fit in between them. “So eager,” he murmurs, letting you lean down to kiss him finally.

❤︎ ˚̣̣̣ AUTHORS NOTE!

hey guys….. ow… oww Im sorry… i know i disappear a lot and ik i make a TON of excuses but ive been so busy with my degree and stuff so but its summer so i now have a lot of free time! enjoy this chapter! im not sure if its my best since i was rushing bc ik i kept u guys waiting but i love u all!!

[easiepeasiee]

ROCK AND ROLL pairing — yandere phainon x underground!rock trans male reader x rockstar mydei

summary — mydei had always enabled phainon’s actions, ranging from small obscure things to having drugged someone and tied them in their basement all because phainon had an obsession admiration to you.

Well, whatever his boyfriend wanted Mydei guessed.

warnings — DEAD DOVE : NON CON, mentions of drugging, throuple except reader isn’t having fun, cervix fucking, somewhat voyeruism but Mydei joins, threesome, size difference/kink, double penetration(anal and vaginal), mind break, unconscious blowjobs and fingering , implied power dynamics and afab language used for reader (cunt, pussy, hole and clit is referred to as dick).

Yandere Phainon! Who’s dating Mydei, a well known rockstar in the music industry but recently discovered you at a run down bar after work. Phainon couldn’t stop but smile by how sweet you were (despite the type of music you and your bandmates make), talking about how Mydei was an HUGE inspiration and someday becoming a big of a success he is.

He adores the way you your eyes sparkled when he mentioned he had connections with him. Phainon knows that Mydei doesn’t want him to get involved with his fans buuut, maybe showing a bit of his support wouldn’t harm anyone.

He started arranging dates for your band to perform, critiquing and helping you catch as much attention as you could.

But it started to get a little, just a tad weird when he showed up to your side hustle as a busboy. Did you mention you worked here..? Maybe Robin told him? Either way, you didn’t mind: it was nice to see a familiar face.

It was great that Phainon was putting all of his effort on getting your names out there. You remembered going to your first band festival, right as you were performing mid act, your eyes looked at the side of the stage to see Phainon’s face form in.. awe?

You think it’s him being proud.

To Phainon, he feels a dwindling sense of need and want.

Mydei started noticing Phainon coming home late. At first, Mydei thought it could be Phainon’s job as a music manager but recently? Once scrolling on his phone, he stops to see a selfie of you and Phainon hanging out at the festival while Robin smiles at the camera alongside Rappa and Boothill.

Was Phainon going out with someone? Mydei wasn’t against the idea of their relationship being open but.. why didn’t Phainon tell him?

His suspicions leaded him checking Phainon’s phone when he was showering one night, Mydei opened his contacts and noticed a simple heart next to your name. Then off to his camera roll—

Hundreds of photos of you were captured. Phainon was hidden as the photos mostly contained you walking out by the street, napping on the bus home, even crude photos of you stripping in the comfort of your own apartment.

Mydei’s eye twitched, he puts the phone back on the drawer where it was left and turns his head toward the bathroom as soon as Phainon finished showering.

He hesitates. His hand slowly reaches for the doorknob but stops.

Does he confront Phainon?

Nope.

If anything, he lets out a tired sigh and lies back down. Phainon comes out of the bathroom and unaware to his boyfriend’s mixed feelings as he rambles about his day.

Mydei hates himself for not being upset. His boyfriend, someone he’s been with for five years now was stalking you.

Oh, he finds a photograph of you on the pillow smeared with cum? Tosses the pillow case in the washer and scrolls on his phone, this wasn’t the first time he founded photos of you in that predicament.

Clothes clearly stolen from you? Doesn’t mention it, not even when Phainon is smelling your briefs when Mydei walked pass the one time.

So many instances, so many times where Mydei could’ve yelled or screamed at his own boyfriend for doing something so disgusting but deep down? He couldn’t. Maybe he could also just be as messed up as Phainon. Mydei tries to excuse this, he had priorities to focus on, he’s a rockstar after all: huge in the industry, he’s tired and doesn’t want to be bothered by something small as this.!

Plus, you were kinda cute. He could see why Phainon liked you this much. He knew deep down this will all end once his boyfriend asks you out and convince Mydei to go along with this.

Phainon would never go too far.

Until Mydei came back home.

Here his boyfriend was, desperately fucking your mouth as he messily fingers your untouched cunt.

“Phainon.” Mydei’s voice interrupts, standing by the basement door with an unreadable expression.

Your clothes had been torn apart, your naked body placed on top of their old mattress. Wrists tied behind your back alongside your ankles that’ll most likely leave a mark, it was clear as day that Phainon had spiked your drink since there were no marks of him physically harming you to the brink of unconscious. Though, Your lips were swollen from Phainon facefucking you, letting his cum spill deep in your unsuspecting throat.

Phainon’s smile brightens, “Oh!! Mydei, you’re back!” His fingers kept the pace while he looked at his boyfriend.

Mydei felt a massive wave of uneasiness more on his part then at Phainon. Why wasn’t he disgusted? Why wasn’t he shocked nor terrified to why Phainon has a fan tied and used?

“Phai….” Mydei murmured before he walks down to the basement, “You need to explain to me right now on why—”

Phainon casually brushes it off, “I was thinking of having Phagousa's Laughter for dinner, Cyrene mentioned it was good—“

“HKS!” Mydei interrupts Phainon, his face hardens at the white haired male, “Explain to me right now why you’re fucking an unconscious person?!”

Phainon blinks, a small frown forms on his lips and slips his fingers out, “I-I know it looks bad, trust me it does but I’m doing him a favor! Some— Some guy was hitting on him and I couldn’t take it anymore!“

Mydei grabs Phainon’s arm, not rough but his hand held a good grip, his teeth were slightly gritted, “This is insane Phainon! You need to stop this right now—”His grip loosened on when he was shoved away.

“So now it’s insane? You’re suddenly saying something now?” Phainon’s face scowls but a frown forms, “Mydeimos.. please, I’ve been wanting this for so long.”

“Phainon—“

“He’s a big fan of your work! He needed me, he would be nothing without me.. please, he’ll- he’ll like it soon enough..! I-I promise.”

Mydei’s glare had hesitated but slowly softens at Phainon’s desperate plea.

This was cruel. Truly, Mydei wanted to snap Phainon back to reality,

Mydei should’ve stopped Phainon before it came to this,

and Mydei shouldn’t have ignored it but instead had allowed this behavior to happen toward one of his fans.

Any normal person would’ve stopped this. But, Mydei wasn’t a normal person, not after he decided to date Phainon and ignored obvious red flags. He loves him to an unhealthy degree, times where he should’ve fallen out of love or felt disgust but no, he just couldn’t.

Plus, He can’t say no to him with that expression. That stupid, fucking puppy eyed expression that Phainon does to Mydei: He knows fully well Mydei wouldn’t say no to him if he acts a little pathetic.

Phainon lips twitch to a smile once Mydei relaxes his shoulders and practically hovers above you.

Your eyes flickered opened to your surroundings, vision blurry from the after effects. Lips swollen and slightly bruised, your throat can taste a salty and bitter taste leftover from the drink and.. something else that you don’t want to name.

The last thing you could remember was Phainon’s face before collapsing on the bar counter.

You felt your dick rubbed against a thick shaft. Your hole wet and slick from being prepped, "P-Phainon—?" You groaned, your head pounding before the tip of Phainon’s cock suddenly penetrates you.

“MNGH??!”

A large hand covers your mouth, tears rolling down your cheeks as Mydei’s other arm wraps around your body and holds you tight. Your legs (now untied with marks on your ankles) unconsciously wrapped around Phainon’s waist, letting a few inches of his thick cock go further deep in your cunt.

“A-Ah.. fuck…” He moans, his length throbs blissfully in your tight heat. His hands move to grip the flesh of your hip before fully bottoming in.

“Ngh?!! Mm!!” You twist and turn, unable to move your wrists. This.. this wasn’t real?! It can’t be.

You were pushed against Phainon’s chest, your eyes widening to see Mydei merely watching and making your situation worse then it already is.

Phainon frowns a bit, “Aren’t you going to join?”

Your eyes roll the back of your head, shivering as your body felt unbearably full from his slow, agonizing thrusts.

Mydei doesn’t say anything, his hand only grip your tied wrists before murmuring “..I’ll think about it.”

“Wait wait w-wait wait..!!” Phainon pouts at your squeamish behvaior, seeing you more as a misbehaving dog then a person in distressed— His hips rolled and cherishs your wet, tight hole,

“You’re so cute when you cry~”

“S-Stop—“

Your tears were wiped off from his thumb, “Shh~ shh, it’s okay.. let me have this and we’ll be done, okay?” Phainon coo’s in your ear. His ‘comforting’ words only make your eyes water more, he moves your hips and aligns them with his pace: his tip bumps against your cervix in the process.

“F-FUCK!” You jolted, tears dripping down his bare chest. Phainon lets out a panted chuckle as he continuously rolls both your hips together, “You feel amazing..~” Phainon licks the sweat off from your neck before his lips forcefully latch onto your mouth.

Your desperate muffled cries landed on deaf ears, your legs still messily wrapped around his hips as your body twitches with every thrust in your wet hole. You throw your head back as you orgasmed, your walls flutter around his cock.

His hands grab your hips and mounts his throbbing, thick cock back into your pussy, your cries now weak and quiet within the walls. The tears in your eyes filled your vision, blurring the basements environment and dim light.

Phainon’s hip twitched and lets his cock bottom in one last time before spilling his seed deep into your womb, “Haah.. ah..” You let out a defeated whine.

Phainon’s flushed face smiles down at your shaken form, his hands still holding your hips while rubbing his spent cock in your pussy before finally pulling out: letting cum spill out of your now used hole.

He leans closer and kisses your wet cheeks, lowering his lips against yours.

The ropes on your wrists were untied but your back was pushed against Phainon’s toned body, his hands forcing your legs to spread as Mydei gives small strokes to his cock before mounting both your hips together,

“Ngh..” He grunts, scoring your warm heat.

He can feel cum slowly leaking out of your pussy, his cock had reached half way before he slips out and thrusts back in.

Phainon’s tip rubs near your rim, his cock hardens and throbs just from deepening his tongue in your mouth. Mydei helps Phainon spread your legs further, hovering on top and finally hits balls deep. Phainon takes the opportunity to slightly sink in your tight ass, causing you to cry on his lips.

Mydei’s chest rubs against yours while pounding in and out of your pussy, creating sweat and stickiness to both your naked bodies. He positions you into a mating press and roughly hits against your cervix, “No wonder why he likes you..” Mydei groans, his head falls on your neck and keeps rolling his hips, “So fucking tight—!”

Your back arches from both Mydei and Phainon’s cocks syncing together, causing you to let out a sobbed moan. Your legs try to squirm out of their tight hold but Mydei’s body pushes you down and quickens his pace.

Your phone buzzed within the pile of your forgotten clothes: Rappa’s profile shown on your screen.

It was close by.. so close to your reach. Your hands shakily try to grab your phone in the pocket of your sweatshirt. Your wrist was suddenly grabbed and pushed to the side, Mydei grabs your phone in small annoyance and declines the call.

“Your bandmates won’t need you anymore.” Mydei roughly drags his body in you one last time before he came. You let out a breathy whine, too tired and weak to fully grasp their cum filling your womb.

Phainon coddles against your sweaty body, whispering sweet praises, “You did so good.. I’m so happy that I finally have you~” Before you know it, you’re fast asleep in his arms, tears now fully dried on your cheeks.

Your phone buzzes again. Mydei grabs your phone and checks, your bandmates had spammed your notifications and many missed calls alongside.

Mydei lets out an annoyed huff, he blocks their contacts and shuts off your phone before turning his head to Phainon.

Whatever Phainon wanted, Mydei won’t stop him.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

—requests are always welcomed

[cherryses]

DIGITAL OVERDRIVE! (various hsr men x fem!reader, 18+)

they can't see you in person so the next best alternative lies within their screen..

ft. phainon, mydei, aventurine, gepard, dan heng, loucha

warnings: modern au, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, use of toys, edging, squirting, semi public sex

PHAINON

'oh phai.. why didn't you just tell me earlier?' you watch as he palms the bulge in his sweats, the camera panned down at his crotch as he ruts into his hand.

'didn't wanna bother you on your internship..' there's a hint of shame in his voice as the last few words trail off into a whimper. Poor boy can't even go one and half weeks without wanting to touch you. 'could you.. do you have time right now?'

you smile and set your phone down on the nightstand, facing the bed in your hotel room as you crawl onto the mattress. you spread your legs in front of the camera and he watches intently, tugging his pants down to expose his aching, reddened cock. Using two fingers, you press against your pussy, already pulsing and beginning to leak from the sight of his pent- up, desperate state.

'fuuuuck...' he breathes, low voice echoing through your airpods and straight to your core. You never really saw the appeal of phone sex up till now; your boyfriend rubbing himself off alone in his bedroom was something you wouldn't mind seeing more often. You push a finger past your folds, falling against the pillow as you start stroking yourself, letting out soft sighs as your gaze follows every movement of his finger along the length of his dripping cock. There was so much precum flowing, you imagined how good it would feel to have his tip prodding your hole, the warm liquid blissfully slathering all over.

it doesn't take long before he's cumming, dribbles of his release splattering on the screen, leaving a blurry white streak right across the camera as you feel yourself on the verge of your first high of the night.

'hmm.. think you got time for one more?'

MYDEI

you nervously place your phone at the foot of the bed as you sit in front of it, not sure what to do next. Mydei was the one who'd brought up the idea, assuring you that he'd talk you through it. He was away for a week on a business trip to penacony and just couldn't stop thinking about you in the quiet of his room every night.

'come on sweetheart, why don't you start by playing with yourself a little? you've done it before.' he coos, instructing you to open your legs a little wider as you graze the slick heat of your cunt.

'that's a good girl... you're so doing well.. my, you're so wet for me, aren't you? Can't wait to return so I can feel that dripping pussy myself.'

'hah, shut up!' you manage to say, breath catching in your throat as you observe his abdomen flex and tense up, cock hard and erect against his stomach. Slender, skilled fingers wrap around the base as he squeezes it, blood rushing to his sensitive tip now blushing a pretty shade of pink.

'why don't you slip a finger in f'me? can you do that?' his voice is soft and composed despite the state of his body, twitching and writhing in his own grip as his camera shakes a little. You sheepishly press the tip of your middle finger as it slowly slips in, closing your eyes and pretending it was him penetrating you instead.

'oh fuck.. yeah, just like that, just curl it a little more.' he directs, cheeks heating as he watches you pleasure yourself. 'feels good, doesn't it?'

He could do this all night if he didn't have a meeting early the next morning.

AVENTURINE

You're in the middle of dinner when you receive a sudden video call from aventurine. You frown, surprised because he usually texts you first to check before calling. Looking around, you spot your friends at the buffet table filling their plates and decide to pick up.

The moment you accept the call you nearly drop your phone.

You're greeted by the sight of your boyfriend in the shower as he strokes his cock and lathers soap all over it, bubbles sliding down his thick, veiny shaft. two seconds later you hang up, mortified as you feel the heat rising to your cheeks, hoping no one saw that. The second you to return to your dorm you dart into the room and slam the door shut, ringing him again.

'what the fuck aven, I was in public!'

'aww, did I get you all flustered? too bad you missed the real show, I just got out of the shower actually.' damn it. A small part of you hoped he was still at it; you kinda needed some release as well and that would've been a pretty good source.

'...can you get back in?'

Minutes later you've got two fingers knuckle- deep in your puffy cunt as you watch him massage his cock in the shower. His low moans echo around the marble walls, hot steam making him all flushed and pretty as he continues stroking himself in quick, long motions.

'this enough soap? or should I add more?'

GEPARD

‘be a good girl and turn up the vibration for me?’

locks of messy blond hair stick to his forehead, crystal blue eyes almost staring into your soul as you hesitantly press the small silicone button. Your face contorts with pleasure as a sharp heat pools in your core, hips rocking against the toy as gepard smirks.

'bet you wish you were riding my cock instead..' he sighs. Ever since you left for your family vacation he's resorted to touching himself every night. It didn't get him the satisfaction he needed; even now, his cock throbbed with frustration knowing he wasn't there to fill your leaking pussy. But this'll do for now.

He turns up the volume to hear your little whimpers and pleas, struggling to keep yourself from cumming before he lets you. But it's hard, so hard to control yourself when you're imagining him thrusting into you, hitting your g-spot with every graze of his tip inside your fluttering hole.

'Mmph.. don't cum yet, not until I say so.. j- just a little while more,' he warns, eyeing his screen and noticing the familiar way your pussy is clenching around the toy. She won’t last much longer, he thinks, biting his swollen lip and sucking in a sharp breath.

suddenly the pleasure peaks and you feel yourself squirting unexpectedly, leaving a wet mess all over yourself as you mumble an apology.

‘didn’t say you could cum yet, did I? You’re lucky I’m not there right now.’ There’s a teasing lilt in his voice and your cheeks heat up. It’s so over when you get home.

DAN HENG

As calm and collected as this guy is, his weak spot lies in the genuine frustration that brews when he can’t touch you and feel you physically with him; especially for long periods of time.

You thought two weeks wasn’t that bad. You expected him to be unfazed when you got back. But guess what? four days in and you pick up his call just to see him rutting against the mattress like a desparate rabbit in heat, face all red and flustered.

‘Damn, miss me already?’ The ache in your lower region is undeniable, but you’re still surprised at the state you found him in.

‘mmffph- missed that fuckin’ pussy so bad..hah..’ He presses himself further into the sheets, camera shaking as he struggles to keep his phone upright. You’re not sure where to begin so you simply throw your hoodie to the side and run your hands over your tits, squeezing and playing with them as he continues trying to get himself off.

‘do that again,’ he gasps. ‘keep- keep playing with your tits like that. Please?’

A rush of hot arousal begins oozing from your neglected pussy as you do as he says, kneading the soft flesh of your breasts with one hand as the other holds the phone facing down so he can also get a glimpse of what’s below.

You haven’t actually touched yourself yet and he’s already like this.. this was definitely gonna be a long call.

LUOCHA

You hate that you were doing this. It’s so wrong; if anyone walks in it’s over. But that didn’t stop you from answering Luocha’s video call in your office on a random wednesday afternoon, did it?

To be fair, it’s been almost three weeks since you’ve seen him. He was on a business trip in penacony and the timezone difference from the luofu meant that his night time was your afternoon.

‘Hey baby,’ he smiles sweetly. His long hair is tied up in a messy bun and he’s sprawled on the hotel bed in nothing but a loose pair of boxers. ‘You still at work?’ He squints at your background and his smile morphs into a devious smirk. ‘Naughty girl.’

A few minutes of dirty talking later, you find your hand under the hem of your panties as you rub your clit, a pleasurable warmth building up as you grind against your hand. You’re praying no one hears the way your chair is squeaking ever so slightly as you grind down for more friction. Meanwhile he’s watching you, not even bothering to touch himself yet as he indulges in the sight of his pretty girlfriend getting herself off in the middle of her shift.

Something about the way you keep glancing behind to check the door- the thrill of getting caught- turns him on so much. He just loves how nervous you get every time he instructs you to add another finger, your clear slick sinfully dripping off the edge of your chair.

Fortunately, all goes well with no one knocking on the door today.

[cherryses]

DIGITAL OVERDRIVE! (various hsr men x fem!reader, 18+)

they can't see you in person so the next best alternative lies within their screen..

ft. phainon, mydei, aventurine, gepard, dan heng, loucha

warnings: modern au, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, use of toys, edging, squirting, semi public sex

PHAINON

'oh phai.. why didn't you just tell me earlier?' you watch as he palms the bulge in his sweats, the camera panned down at his crotch as he ruts into his hand.

'didn't wanna bother you on your internship..' there's a hint of shame in his voice as the last few words trail off into a whimper. Poor boy can't even go one and half weeks without wanting to touch you. 'could you.. do you have time right now?'

you smile and set your phone down on the nightstand, facing the bed in your hotel room as you crawl onto the mattress. you spread your legs in front of the camera and he watches intently, tugging his pants down to expose his aching, reddened cock. Using two fingers, you press against your pussy, already pulsing and beginning to leak from the sight of his pent- up, desperate state.

'fuuuuck...' he breathes, low voice echoing through your airpods and straight to your core. You never really saw the appeal of phone sex up till now; your boyfriend rubbing himself off alone in his bedroom was something you wouldn't mind seeing more often. You push a finger past your folds, falling against the pillow as you start stroking yourself, letting out soft sighs as your gaze follows every movement of his finger along the length of his dripping cock. There was so much precum flowing, you imagined how good it would feel to have his tip prodding your hole, the warm liquid blissfully slathering all over.

it doesn't take long before he's cumming, dribbles of his release splattering on the screen, leaving a blurry white streak right across the camera as you feel yourself on the verge of your first high of the night.

'hmm.. think you got time for one more?'

MYDEI

you nervously place your phone at the foot of the bed as you sit in front of it, not sure what to do next. Mydei was the one who'd brought up the idea, assuring you that he'd talk you through it. He was away for a week on a business trip to penacony and just couldn't stop thinking about you in the quiet of his room every night.

'come on sweetheart, why don't you start by playing with yourself a little? you've done it before.' he coos, instructing you to open your legs a little wider as you graze the slick heat of your cunt.

'that's a good girl... you're so doing well.. my, you're so wet for me, aren't you? Can't wait to return so I can feel that dripping pussy myself.'

'hah, shut up!' you manage to say, breath catching in your throat as you observe his abdomen flex and tense up, cock hard and erect against his stomach. Slender, skilled fingers wrap around the base as he squeezes it, blood rushing to his sensitive tip now blushing a pretty shade of pink.

'why don't you slip a finger in f'me? can you do that?' his voice is soft and composed despite the state of his body, twitching and writhing in his own grip as his camera shakes a little. You sheepishly press the tip of your middle finger as it slowly slips in, closing your eyes and pretending it was him penetrating you instead.

'oh fuck.. yeah, just like that, just curl it a little more.' he directs, cheeks heating as he watches you pleasure yourself. 'feels good, doesn't it?'

He could do this all night if he didn't have a meeting early the next morning.

AVENTURINE

You're in the middle of dinner when you receive a sudden video call from aventurine. You frown, surprised because he usually texts you first to check before calling. Looking around, you spot your friends at the buffet table filling their plates and decide to pick up.

The moment you accept the call you nearly drop your phone.

You're greeted by the sight of your boyfriend in the shower as he strokes his cock and lathers soap all over it, bubbles sliding down his thick, veiny shaft. two seconds later you hang up, mortified as you feel the heat rising to your cheeks, hoping no one saw that. The second you to return to your dorm you dart into the room and slam the door shut, ringing him again.

'what the fuck aven, I was in public!'

'aww, did I get you all flustered? too bad you missed the real show, I just got out of the shower actually.' damn it. A small part of you hoped he was still at it; you kinda needed some release as well and that would've been a pretty good source.

'...can you get back in?'

Minutes later you've got two fingers knuckle- deep in your puffy cunt as you watch him massage his cock in the shower. His low moans echo around the marble walls, hot steam making him all flushed and pretty as he continues stroking himself in quick, long motions.

'this enough soap? or should I add more?'

GEPARD

‘be a good girl and turn up the vibration for me?’

locks of messy blond hair stick to his forehead, crystal blue eyes almost staring into your soul as you hesitantly press the small silicone button. Your face contorts with pleasure as a sharp heat pools in your core, hips rocking against the toy as gepard smirks.

'bet you wish you were riding my cock instead..' he sighs. Ever since you left for your family vacation he's resorted to touching himself every night. It didn't get him the satisfaction he needed; even now, his cock throbbed with frustration knowing he wasn't there to fill your leaking pussy. But this'll do for now.

He turns up the volume to hear your little whimpers and pleas, struggling to keep yourself from cumming before he lets you. But it's hard, so hard to control yourself when you're imagining him thrusting into you, hitting your g-spot with every graze of his tip inside your fluttering hole.

'Mmph.. don't cum yet, not until I say so.. j- just a little while more,' he warns, eyeing his screen and noticing the familiar way your pussy is clenching around the toy. She won’t last much longer, he thinks, biting his swollen lip and sucking in a sharp breath.

suddenly the pleasure peaks and you feel yourself squirting unexpectedly, leaving a wet mess all over yourself as you mumble an apology.

‘didn’t say you could cum yet, did I? You’re lucky I’m not there right now.’ There’s a teasing lilt in his voice and your cheeks heat up. It’s so over when you get home.

DAN HENG

As calm and collected as this guy is, his weak spot lies in the genuine frustration that brews when he can’t touch you and feel you physically with him; especially for long periods of time.

You thought two weeks wasn’t that bad. You expected him to be unfazed when you got back. But guess what? four days in and you pick up his call just to see him rutting against the mattress like a desparate rabbit in heat, face all red and flustered.

‘Damn, miss me already?’ The ache in your lower region is undeniable, but you’re still surprised at the state you found him in.

‘mmffph- missed that fuckin’ pussy so bad..hah..’ He presses himself further into the sheets, camera shaking as he struggles to keep his phone upright. You’re not sure where to begin so you simply throw your hoodie to the side and run your hands over your tits, squeezing and playing with them as he continues trying to get himself off.

‘do that again,’ he gasps. ‘keep- keep playing with your tits like that. Please?’

A rush of hot arousal begins oozing from your neglected pussy as you do as he says, kneading the soft flesh of your breasts with one hand as the other holds the phone facing down so he can also get a glimpse of what’s below.

You haven’t actually touched yourself yet and he’s already like this.. this was definitely gonna be a long call.

LUOCHA

You hate that you were doing this. It’s so wrong; if anyone walks in it’s over. But that didn’t stop you from answering Luocha’s video call in your office on a random wednesday afternoon, did it?

To be fair, it’s been almost three weeks since you’ve seen him. He was on a business trip in penacony and the timezone difference from the luofu meant that his night time was your afternoon.

‘Hey baby,’ he smiles sweetly. His long hair is tied up in a messy bun and he’s sprawled on the hotel bed in nothing but a loose pair of boxers. ‘You still at work?’ He squints at your background and his smile morphs into a devious smirk. ‘Naughty girl.’

A few minutes of dirty talking later, you find your hand under the hem of your panties as you rub your clit, a pleasurable warmth building up as you grind against your hand. You’re praying no one hears the way your chair is squeaking ever so slightly as you grind down for more friction. Meanwhile he’s watching you, not even bothering to touch himself yet as he indulges in the sight of his pretty girlfriend getting herself off in the middle of her shift.

Something about the way you keep glancing behind to check the door- the thrill of getting caught- turns him on so much. He just loves how nervous you get every time he instructs you to add another finger, your clear slick sinfully dripping off the edge of your chair.

Fortunately, all goes well with no one knocking on the door today.

[darkbirdie]

⋆.꒰𝑇he 𝑃erfect ℬoyfriend꒱

yandere boyfriend x fem reader!

SUMMARY: You have the perfect boyfriend, he's everything you have ever wanted and wished for, he's the man of your dreams. You're also the woman of his dreams, he always makes sure to let you know that and how much he loves you, just that his dreams are different from yours.

CONTENT WARNING: yandere boyfriend : possesive & obsessive behaviour : unreliable narrator : thoughts of non con : controlling behaviour : emotional manipulation : dark thoughts and themes : dead dove; do not eat

You felt his thumb brush past the corner of your mouth, the pad of his thumb wiping away the little crumbs of the avocado toast you were eating, made by him.

You were talking about something and you stopped mid sentence, to give him a huge beaming, radiating smile, your mouth still fully stuffed with the delicious breakfast he had made for you after you returned from the gym.

“So, yeah that's why she won't be coming anymore” you continued swallowing. “Like, that's so scary. Her ex is always waiting for her near the gym, it's for her own good if she changes it, but honestly I am gonna miss her. We had gotten really close the past few days.”

You continued to talk more about that situation as he listened to you, nodding at the things you said. You took the last bite of the toast thanking him for it, it was really delicious and exactly how you liked it.

Since you had moved in with him he always made you breakfast, even on the days he had work, not like you didn't want to do the same for him but he just completely refused, always flirting around the topic when you brought it up and saying stuff like how you can always return the favour in bed only for you to slap his arm.

He smiled, looking at you fondly, his eyes following you as you stood up picking up your plate grinning at him and turned around to put in the sink.

It had only been a couple of months since you had started going to gym. The reason you had given was that you needed to be stronger, what if some bad guys followed you or someone tried to kidnap you and stuff, these days alot of women went missing.

“Babe, I need to be physically stronger plus it's not like it's a bad thing you know?” You had said with puppy eyes, full of hope which you knew always worked on him. Your chin resting on his chest, as you looked up at him waiting for him to say yes, just because you knew he would, he never said no to you.

He had just looked down at you, with a slight smile on his face, his fingers brushing through your hair, “Ofcourse you can baby, you do know that you don't need to ask me right?” He had said with a soft and gentle voice as his fingers combed through your hair, your heart had given a flutter because the way he had looked at you, his eyes full of love. He made you feel so safe and comfortable, so loved and cherished.

Wasn't he just so perfect, a dream boyfriend. He was everything you had ever dreamt for and wanted in a man. You had gotten on your tip toes to give him a quick peck on his lips which had only made him chuckle, fully embracing you, his large arms surrounding you, as he had said something like how he was not going to let you go off the hook that easily, peppering your face with kisses and smooches as you giggled.

He knew you would bring this topic some day or the other, he knew before you had even thought about it, just because he knew you so well.

These days you would always bring up this topic about women safety, and how news was full of them now and then. So, he already knew what was cooking inside your subconscious, he was just waiting for you to finally talk to him about it.

And you were right, women did go missing, a lot of bad things happened to them and that was the reason why he always dropped or picked you up from somewhere, chaperoning you always.

And when he was not he always made sure you were sharing your live location with him.

He smiled at you again, amused at how your brain worked that any of it would help you in protecting yourself, the only thing or more to say a person who was yours could protect you was him.

“Does it hurt anywhere else?” He asked as he massaged your calves as you scrolled through your phone, legs draped over his lap on the couch.

“Nah, that's enough” you murmured feeling drowsy as the ache from the morning excercise had reduced, thanks to him. “Now I feel really sleepy,” you said, putting down your phone on the side.

“Then take a nap” he said, not stopping the massage even when you stretched your arms overhead with a little groan. Following that you stretched your legs too, your calves flexing under his hands.

Slowly you got up into the sitting position and curled up to his side as he lifted up his arm so you could tuck yourself against his chest, and the moment you did, he wrapped it around you pulling your body closer to his.

You pressed your cheeks against his chest, feeling his heartbeat in your ears, his free hand giving short firm press to your aching shoulders as you felt the pain there reducing as his hands worked.

He did so many things without you asking him too, sometimes even you didn't know you needed something but he would have already done it for you. He really was the perfect boyfriend.

You nuzzled against his chest murmuring a soft ‘I love you’ as you heard him say it back, with a kiss on the top of your head.

You hugged him closer, feeling so safe and secure in his arms, that nothing bad could happen to you or even come to you because he was with you. His arms were your safe place, no matter how bad the outside world was inside of these four walls with him none of it mattered or scared you because he was with you, for always and forever.

He saw you lulling into sleep, your eye lashes fluttering, breath slow and even, your body melting into his perfectly, fingers still loosely clutching to his tshirt like even in sleep you wanted him close. So trusting and perfect.

He tucked a loose strand of your hair back to your bun, his hands grazing against the soft skin of your neck.

You were so sweet and so fucking stupid, thinking that getting stronger would be of any help that if you gained a little bit of muscles you could fight back, especially against a man like him, who was twice your size, the kind of man who could pin you down without breaking a sweat if he ever chose to.

He loves you so much, he loves how you trust him, seeing no wrong in him. He wants to see your reaction when he would stop playing this part, the part of your perfect boyfriend.

There would be a day when he would get tired of playing this role eventually and would show his real side, his real face to you. Will you get scared? Will you try to fight him back or worse leave him?

The thought of you trying to fight back one day, using all your strength against him, made him smile for real this time.

It would be so adorable and completely useless.

Though he would protect you, he's your boyfriend afterall, your perfect boyfriend.

He would protect you from the outside world which was full of monsters, monsters like him, the one you lived with inside the safety of your home.

He would protect you from everyone else, just not from himself.

© darkbirdie 2026

꒰Please do not copy, plagiarize, translate or repost my work꒱

[evening-desire]

I’m sobbing I love your office siren little dude… is it possible we can get more of him :3 freaky info mayyybee

you asked and you shall receive... the first part are pretty sfw, the second part is not exactly a smut, just some freaky infos like you requested hehe.

Yandere! Office Siren Boy! x GN! Reader. : More SFW + NSFW Infos.

cw : male yandere, power play in a workplace, creepy old boss, mention of killing once, mild nsfw for the second part but nothing explicit.

an : you can just read this one alone but it's better to read the previous part first, the freaky info is a bit short bcs i don't really have anything in mind lolol (I can't write smut for shit).

previous .ᐟ masterlist

yan! office siren boy recently got promoted to become the CEO's personal secretary. i originally wanted darling to be the CEO (the CEO and secretary trope) but again, it's way funnier if you're just... some random office employee.

because if you're the CEO, of course people will treat you differently. you have power, money, authority so it only natural that special treatment comes with the title.

but you're literally just another worker in a sea of cubicles with average performance, average paycheck, basically an average life.

which only makes everyone wonder.. how the hell did you catch micah's attention?

like the same micah who has the entire company wrapped around his pretty little finger either from infatuation or fear, it's still one of the office's greatest unsolved mysteries.

the managers adore him, the department heads practically compete for his attention, clients purposely extend meetings just to hear him talk, even the CEO—a pathetic old man with a wife, three children, and a reputation to maintain—has shamelessly embarrassed himself trying to win micah over.

gifts like flowers, expensive jewelry even as far as a luxury vacation disguised as "business trips." micah rejected every single one with the same beautiful yet professional smile.

"...i'm flattered, sir." no he wasn't, he want to wrap his lithe fingers around the fat of his neck until he turned blue.

but micah is a natural flirt and everyone knows that, it's one of the reason why people practically grovel on the floor for him. he smiles sweetly as he compliments people, laughs softly at their jokes, his effortless charm is enough anyone's heart skip.

but those charms are nothing compared the way he look at you, or interact with you. it's SO obvious that you are his favorite since he's not afraid to show that you're off limits even though you two are not a thing (yet).

he'll lean against your cubicle wall while you're working, tie already loosened from the day.

"you're ignoring me again."

"...i'm finishing this spreadsheet."

"...the spreadsheet gets more attention than i do."

"...it's due in thirty minutes."

"...and i'm due for your attention."

he says it with the most pitiful little smile imaginable, before reaching over the table and fixed your tie effortlessly, his fingers lingering a tad bit too long on your collar before pulling away with a sweet smile even though you never darted your eyes away from the computer.

everyone is always pretending they aren't eavesdropping, some even gritting their teeth in jealousy and he absolutely abuses the fact that he's prettier than almost everyone.

tilting his head in a faux innocent, resting his chin on your shoulder and looking up at you through embarrassingly long eyelashes. his voice drops into that soft, velvety tone that makes entire conference rooms fall silent. just like a real siren. whether it works on you or not it totally depends on you btw.

micah only acts genuinely tempting around you and never anyone else. people mistake his public flirting as promiscuous behavior, but it's all surface-level—practiced smiles, playful teasing, just enough to keep people enchanted without giving them the real thing.

with you tho? he'll worship the ground you walk on, and would kill just to get your attention all for himself.

yes, he'll do anything to get your attention. his sleeves are rolled up because he knows you've absentmindedly stared at his forearms before. his cologne changes to the scent you once casually mentioned was "nice."

he'll loosen the first two buttons of his dress shirt after work, claiming he's "too warm," before wandering over to your desk just to ask if you're finally ready to go home.

he'll lean in close enough for you to hear him over the office chatter, his minty breath paired with a scent of peach balm he just applied-brushed over your skin as he talked with a slow and quiet voice so only you could hear him.

sometimes he'll catch you absentmindedly straightening his collar or fixing his tie, he's definitely not going to touch the tie until he clocked off afterward. yes he'll walk around with it crooked for hours if it means keeping the way you touched it.

now let's get into the spicy part (you can end here if you want to skip the nfsw part).

micah is a power bottom, no debate in this. he likes to be the one who receiving but of but also still pretty much in control. because honestly, control is pretty much the thing he's always good at.

he like to use toys pretty decently, not a really huge enthusiast but he'll use them whenever you like or whenever he's in the mood.

he loveeee to dress up, mostly lingerie, he'll even wear it underneath his work uniform.

he's not exactly vanilla nor a hard bdsm guy, he's perfectly in the middle, just a perfect ratio of praise and degradation, if you're into punishment or something like that, he'll be happy to do it (or if you want to punish him).

he's a person that is open to try anything new, whatever the hell you want, he'll do it. no matter how freaky or weird it is like bdsm, cnc or roleplaying, etc. though what he's not open with… is sharing you.

he's fine if you want to see him get fucked by other people if you're into that, but seeing you with other people? hell nah, he'll shut you up even before the idea came across your mind. he's not sharing even if it's only for one time thing.

he's a whimpered and moaner btw, is not afraid to get LOUD, so expect a noise complaint from your neighbors or his by tomorrow morning.

[valkyrhii]

virgin!valko finds a new scent! ...right between your legs?!

wc: 1475

content: smut, pussy eating, pussy sniffing, sniffing everywhere, biting, valko dry humps the bed n cums all over himself, mentions predator/prey dynamic, mentions marking and abo, not proofread

“mmh. did you go somewhere new today?” valko mumbles against the skin of your shoulder, rubbing his cheek against the scar of his mark there, scenting you.

you lazily flip the page of the book you’re reading, not paying him much attention. “nope. just to the post office, why?”

valko presses his nose to your neck and sniffs the area heavily, lifting your arm and smelling down it as well. “you have a new smell.”

“hmm. well, let me know what it is when you find it.” you say, brushing it off.

valko was always saying you smelled different, thanks to his hypersensitive sense of smell. normally it was just a spice you’d used to cook, or a new skin product. he’d sniff you all over for half an hour, maybe longer, until he found it, then he’d be satisfied.

over the next fifteen minutes, valko sniffed your entire upper body over heavily, occasionally stopping to lap at your skin affectionately.

it wasn’t until he had his nose pressed against your crotch that his tail finally gave a wag. he popped his head up and tapped your inner thigh.

“i found the new smell.” he announces, proud of himself.

you glanced down at him and stifled a laugh. “what, my pussy? have you never smelled it before?”

as if realizing what he’d been doing for the first time, valko sat up, his cheeks flushed. “uh- sorry, i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like that.”

“it’s fine, valko, really. we’re dating, anyway. i’ve honestly been waiting for you to work up the courage to get down there.”

you bookmark your page and set the book down, wiggling down to get comfy against your mattress and spread your legs just slightly.

valko’s expression softens slightly, his eyes still full of curiosity. “really?”

“mhmm.” you nod and stretch your arms out, bored. “i can tell you wanna investigate..” you reach down and pull the crotch part of your loose shorts to the side, exposing the dampened fabric of your panties.

the scent hits valko stronger than before and his previous hesitation vanishes. his pupils dilate and drool pools im his mouth, threatening to spill out the corners.

he plops himself back between your thighs and noses your shorts to the side. his nose presses directly against your clit, inhaling deeply and exhaling with loud whines.

you expect him to move your panties to the side and start licking or sucking or something, but he just keeps sniffing you through them like the scent was giving him a high. you let him be for another minute before clearing your throat.

“ko, my love, do you not know how to eat someone out?” you try to ask as nicely as possible, but your voice has a hint of teasing.

he peeks up at you, yellow eyes wide with embarrassment. “no, of course i do, i’m just trying to figure out what the smell is.”

you sigh and press against his forehead, pushing his head out from between your legs. he pouts and is about to start whining again until you peel your shorts and panties off, tossing them somewhere to the side.

you take his hand and run his pointer and middle fingers through your slit, shivering at the stimulation. you guide his fingers to his nose for him to sniff, which he obviously does with vigor.

“it’s arousal. i’m aroused, valko.”

valko sniffs his own fingers heavily, giving you a distracted little. “hmm?”

you groan and grab his jaw, pull it open, and shove his wet fingers into his mouth. “do i need to hols your hand for every little thing? im horny eat me out, finger me, fuck me- do literally anything or i’m using my toys while you watch.”

“you’re horny? like, you want to reproduce?” valko asks, pieces coming together in his head. unfortunately for you, the taste and smell of you has valko’s brain thinking more werewolf than human.

you nod and lay back down, relieved that he seems to suddenly understand. “exactly- well, not quite the reproduction part, but yes to the horny part.”

his tongue was lapping at the liquid drooling from your pussy in an instant, the rough texture a new feeling for you.

it only took a minute or so for you to realize that valko… wasn’t good at this. his tongue was clunky and he was avoiding all the spots he shouldn't avoid.

you cleared your throat and scratched at his fluffy ear. “are you a virgin?”

valko continued delivering slobbery kisses to your hole. “mmhmmmm.” he answered happily, droopy eyes opening up to meet yours. “my mate..”

you raise an eyebrow, skeptical. “you’re telling me you have never slept with anyone else? you??”

he pulled back slightly, biting on your inner thigh. “never. we mate for life, and you’re my mate, aren’t you?”

“well not technically-” you counter, only for him to interrupt you with a growl.

“not yet. this counts as mating. you’re..” he goes right back to sniffing you, whining at the heady scent. his hips roll against the mattress, desperate for stimulation. “you’re in heat, i’ll fix it.”

valko slurped and prodded at your entrance, his tongue sinking in and out experimentally. slowly hur surely, he found a rhythm that made moans bubble out of you and your back arch.

you gripped his plum colored hair and pulled. a tail with the matching plum color popped up behind him and swished back and forth agressively.

your whines and pleas encouraged valko, spurring him on as he doubled his efforts. the more he went, the more wet you got, which increased the scent just millimeters from his nose. he took in big gulps of air through his nose, sniffing you while his mouth was preoccupied.

“valk- mmhhhh, fuck!” your fingers twisted in his hair, holding him still as you ground against his face.

he pushed another finger in beside the first and curled it upwards, tongue swirling around your puffy clit at the same time.

valko humped the bed, his clothed dick hard and leaky as he savored your taste.

you whined his name again and he looked up at you, his yellow eyes glowing and piercing yours in the dark room.

you knew valko was sweet and you knew he would never in a million years hurt you, but when he looked at you like that with his eyes dilated… it felt like he was hunting you.

you didn’t have time to process how helpless that made you feel and how much you liked it before you came. you think you screamed, but you’re not entirely sure. the only thing you know is that when you sat up, your body felt like lead, your head was fuzzy, and valko’s face, hair, and fluffy ears were coated in your cum.

you’d squirted on him- the poor guy had never eaten someone out before, and you’d soaked him.

“shit, i’m so sorry, i didn’t know that would-” you try to apologize, but are cut off by valko continuing yo eat you out, far more ravenous this time.

you squeak and dig your nails into the thick muscle of his shoulder. “what are you doing?! i already came- mmh!”

he hums against you, talking with his mouth full. “i know, it’s all over me- fuck, more, i need more. give me more.” he growled, feral.

your scent was too much for him to handle when it was contained in your pants, but now that it was physically on his skin and seeping into his hair and fur? it was impossible to act with decorum.

valko didn’t relent until you’d came five more times, only stopping once he realized you were crying from overstimulation.

he’d also cum numerous times in his pants, whimpering and whining in both pain and pleasure at how his knot swelled against nothing, throbbing uselessly as he wasted his cum.

valko cuddled you after, laying you on top of him and nuzzling his face (still coated in your cum) against yours. you’d chastized him for that, trying to convince him to wash it off, but he looked at you like you’d asked him to shave his tail. “you marked me, don’t you realize? i’m never cleaning my face.”

you scoff and gnaw at the spot between his shoukder and neck. “i could actually mark you if you want.”

valko’s tail thumped against the bed beside you, wagging happily. “please? please, pleaseee mark me, i’m ready.”

“mmmh. fine. but that makes me the alpha, doesn’t it?” you tease him with a smirk.

valko huffed and raised his lip, showing his fangs. “you don’t have these, do you?”

you laugh and shush him. “quiet down and let me mark you, like a good omega.”

valko growled, but whined happily when you bit at his skin.

a/n: they were supposed to fuck but i got lost im the sauce like valko

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