Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Laito Sakamaki from Diabolik Lovers x fem Reader, where Laito makes a casual bet with his brothers that he can absolutely get the Reader to fall for him within a week. At first, it’s all part of his usual games: he teases her, he corners her, reading her actions and emotions like a book. But, when the Reader doesn't respond the way he expects, the “game” starts slipping out of his control, and Laito begins to take this bet seriously in a way he didn't plan on. I guess you can say, this is one bet he doesn't intend to lose? You can fill in the rest or expand on it if you want. Maybe add some pizazz and flair?
dark but just a game 𔘓 laito sakamaki.
content : written with fem reader in mind , heavily inspired by ' dark but just a game ' by lana del rey. laito is enough of a warning in itself , suggestive , noncon , he is horrible and vile in this.
it's dark but just a game , that's what he would say to me.
laito is flawed. everyone is, but he's one of those special cases where no one and nothing can redeem him—he's well aware, and quite content with the fact. thus, he views this bet he had made with his brothers as nothing more than a game, cruel as it may be.
as of late, you have become the prime subject of his interest. it's hard to remain oblivious, as he always eyes you with such intensity that it sends a cold sweat down your spine. but surely he'll get bored sooner than later, right?
yeah, no. not when a bet with his brothers is on the line with his pride at stake. it spurs him on more than simply putting his money up for offer, which he has plenty of (nepo baby).
as a result, this put your life on the line as well. he wanted to see how long it'd take before you'd break in every sense of the word. unfortunately for you, no one cared about what would happen to your body and mind. not laito, not his brothers, no one.
and while the whole world is crazy , we're getting high in the parking lot.
naturally, laito would corner you wherever he could, and the more private the location the better. don't get him wrong, he isn't against the idea of satisfying the needs of a voyeur and thus ripping your dignity to shreds, but he knows it's wise to test the waters.
and so, he'd stalk you around until the moment to pounce arrived, when you were alone and vulnerable.
"oh? what do we have here?" laito would coo, acting as though he didn't practically chase you down to this secluded area. his tone was honeyed, sickeningly so, an attempt at bringing your defenses down.
much to his surprise, it didn't work. his advances were shut down immediately, left unreciprocated and with a bitter taste forming on his tongue. how could you be so cold to him?
the best ones lost their mind , so i'm not gonna change , i'll stay the same.
you know laito and the kind of tricks he pulls. whenever he approaches you it's because he wants something and it's never as simple as just company. most of the time it's blood or an act that is tenfold more vile.
the few interactions you've had with him taught you to remain vigilant. avoid him as much as possible, give him the cold shoulder but don't refuse to look him in the eyes, for it might anger him. he's patient, but he has his own limits. those you don't want to breach.
laito must admit, though, your resilience is impressive.
you know our love's the same , they'll both go down in infamy.
the moment his brothers—mostly ayato—began to ask about his progress, laito started getting antsy. his progress? it's nonexistent, and the mere thought pissed him off. so he upped the ante. in other words, things became slightly more physical.
whenever he'd spot you again there would be no running away. laito would reach and grab you before you could turn the other way, keeping you trapped in his grasp. he even mirrored your attitude, the stony facade, wondering if that would appeal to you.
it didn't. because he was quite literally holding you captive in the middle of who knows which hallway. as nice of a change as this was from his usual coy behavior, the sight of him donning a serious expression made your stomach churn.
you couldn't give up though. you wouldn't give him anything, not until he'd leave you alone, and even then you would do nothing but disappear from his life. laito is trouble and it couldn't be more obvious—so, not the most desirable man.
nothing came for me , either one but pain.
laito had just about reached his wit's end. he didn't want to resort to more than holding you a bit too rough in his arms, but your perseverance became insufferable to him.
curious, how worked up he's getting over a game.
your next meeting was, like all the other ones, very sudden. although you've taken note of the fact that he's become slightly more physical, your first instinct still was to put some distance between the two of you, as far as possible.
the plan fell short within the blink of an eye, as laito had already caught you. the next blink, the stinging sharpness of his fangs burying themselves into your skin subdued every attempt at squirming away.
"believe me when i say i don't want to do this, but you're making things too complicated." he said, pulling away just briefly before diving back in. the sensation was peculiar, dizzying, utterly unpleasant.
while the whole world is crazy , we're making out in the parking lot.
at one point you learned the sound of laito's footsteps, which gave you a head start every time he would approach.
"you don't learn, do you?" a displeased tsk slipped past his lips afterwards. he thought you figured out that running is impossible. the process would repeat, where you'd find the nearest escape only to be pinned down for the nth time. he won every time.
"why won't you listen?" laito said, brows furrowing in tandem with his words taking on a harsher tone. a newfound fire sparked in your eyes, prompting you to come up with your own retort.
before it could tumble out of your mouth, laito had already placed his on it. the sensation of disgust that washed over you was unlike anything else, carnal. he felt your hands on his shoulders, his arms, pushing and at one point even kicking with what little mobility you had in your legs. his lips remained glued to yours, and for a moment it seemed as though he began to relish in your reaction.
the best ones lost their minds , so i'm not gonna change , i'll stay the same.
after that incident, your body didn't feel like it belonged to you anymore. laito had left a mark, one that made you want to crawl out of your own skin and break every bone in the process.
that would be a little visceral, wouldn't it? he'd probably find some twisted sense of amusement in it. that was the last thing you wanted to happen, to let him think that he has reduced you to nothing but his puppet.
it was hard, to still feel human and whole after what he had done. but you couldn't let this tear you down.
don't even want what's mine , much less the fame , it's dark but just a game.
laito immediately noticed that his latest advance left you feeling more like a shell of a being than anything else. his regular demeanor returned, playful and unconcerned by what you're going through internally. it made him feel better, but he didn't stop there.
he wouldn't. not until you would cave in, he'd always tell himself, especially on his way to find you once more.
laito's behavior was back to the established normal, but his actions didn't. the last method he tried out proved to be the most effective, and so he'd run it back time and time again, sometimes wandering farther and sometimes not doing more than just stealing a drop or two of your blood.
the best ones lost their minds , so i'm not gonna change , i'll stay the same.
you despised him. everything he had, everything he was made of, it made you sick to the stomach. at this point laito was tormenting you and not once were you able to escape. but resist, you did try.
and you were certain it had some sort of effect on him. he could overpower you, wring you dry, but the most you'd give him is a hiss when his fangs dug into your skin or a shove when he got too close for comfort.
laito found it sweet, these sounds you make, the weak nudges you call shoves. in his mind, he had already won, as you were no longer able to do anything against him. at least at the start you could walk away and he'd let you go.
that's how he sees it. you beg to differ.
it's dark , but just a game.
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i'm finally back to writing after ages omfl. the delay on this is also egregious, i really hope you liked it user !! and everyone else reading this. <3
birthday special ! folding kamisato ayato into a pretzel. mild vision play.
as head of the kamisato clan, ayato is a busy man. his mind is constantly plagued by the newest affairs within the yashiro commission and the general wellbeing of inazuma as a nation, leaving little space for you.
it's unfortunate, but also the truth. the most time you get to spend with him usually is during the early morning where he presses a lingering kiss to your lips before departing to face his duties head-on. it pains him, to not be able to spend more time with you, to bask in your warmth and relish in your touch.
even a man as stoic as ayato can only take so much. the intensity with which he yearns for you builds up until it bursts and he chooses to neglect his duties. regardless of whether he scurried to your side or summoned you to his location, he's on you in seconds—hands splayed across every bit of skin they can reach, breath coming out in soft puffs against your neck.
ayato knows he doesn't have much time to spare, whining lowly about how much he wishes you could take your time with him, disrobing him slowly instead of hastily shoving clothing out of the way. laying on his back against the nearest surface, a deep shade of crimson blossoms across his face as you stare, entranced. at what, exactly?
well, his hole. puckering, dripping. it's then that you notice the prominent glow of his vision—did he use it to lube himself up and save time?
a chuckle laced with disbelief slips past your lips. ayato whines again in response, long legs wrapping around your torso to tug you closer. he only had you trapped for so long before the tables were turned on him, lashes fluttering in surprise as both of your hands settle on the back of his thighs with an iron grip, maneuvering him with ease.
ayato has little time to adjust. first to the burning sensation coursing through his muscles as his legs are pushed behind his head, and second to the intrusion caused by your cock. it knocks all the air right out of his lungs, fingers digging weakly into the surface supporting him.
your thrusts are ruthless from the very start, intense but not sloppy, mindful of the limited time you have to savor the feeling of him sucking you in so desperately. strings of scratchy moans are coaxed out of him, bouncing across the four walls protecting anyone passing by from seeing the head of the kamisato clan getting his brains fucked out.
ayato can feel himself gradually growing limp, eyes struggling to stay focused on the imprint of your length deep in his guts, hitting that one gummy spot with bruising fervor. he can't form a single coherent sentence, nothing to warn you that he's close—but he doesn't need to. you already know.
it's obvious, from the way his own tip is leaking pre, flushed and weeping for that comforting bliss, to the way he's writhing in your firm hold. those indicators and your growing pleasure spur you on, pace never faltering in hopes of seeing his eyes roll back soon.
a wish that is promptly granted. with one broken whine of your name, ayato soils himself with ropes of his release, followed by you spilling inside of him. it leaves him overstimulated and still shaking, hands searching for some part of you to hold onto. the sight is equal parts endearing and slightly concerning. had you gotten too caught up? he isn't quick to stand up and adjust himself like he usually is..
that calls for a rest day. screw the rest of his meetings and whatnots scheduled for today, he's clearly been overworked and overfucked to shreds! not to worry though, you'll take care of him. thoroughly.
birthday special ! ayato sakamaki as ur fuckass boyfriend.
your boyfriend, ayato sakamaki, who thinks he's tough shit.
he'll unironically call himself 'yours truly' at least three times a day and act all confused when you laugh in his face. he doesn't get what's so funny, is he not the apple of your eye? why are you hunching in on yourself from laughter instead of agreeing with him?
loves showing off. it's what he's best at, especially when it comes down to basketball. you couldn't give two fucks about this particular hobby of his but you still stand on the sidelines and watch as he plays, nodding and smiling every time he searches for your approval after a dunk. always one "that's great, sweetie!" away from being on top of the world.
but god forbid someone beats his ass before your very eyes. ayato will go through several stages, starting with an appalled one that has him stunned until you pick his sorry self off the ground, then some mix of disbelief and denial where he's mumbling about how "it's not fair" and "that was foul play" . and, finally, the most pathetic acceptance you've ever seen, where he's literally clinging onto you and tugging at your sleeve or the hem of your shirt, whining for you to soothe his broken ego heart.
total puppy, as demonstrated above. but, like any puppy, he also bites. his temper is short and he does have a bad habit of taking it out on you, ensuring you feel just as shitty as he does. he knows it's toxic and not healthy in the slightest for either of you, but he knows no other outlet. no matter how head over heels he might be for you, he still struggles with admitting defeat, and you can only coax it out of him if he's sulking. if he's pissy, you're already one foot in the grave.
does not apologize after things calm down, mind you. ayato will feel mildly disgruntled knowing he hurt you, but you'll never hear a sincere "sorry" from him. unless the aforementioned feeling begins to gnaw at him or one of his brothers insist, he'll buy a bouquet of flowers and offer it instead of a proper apology.
on that topic, he tends to get you gifts whenever he needs something. like for you to forgive him, or if some anniversary is coming up. and it's never any of that handmade shit, but rather flowers that'll wither in a few days (symbolic) and a box of chocolates that he'll end up eating.
ayato's greed and gluttony knows no bounds. he hardly gives or shares, he always demands. if you can whip up even the simplest of meals, he'll ask for a serving of takoyaki whenever a sudden craving washes over him. what do you mean you're not making takoyaki just because he's craving it at the ungodliest of hours? that's not an answer he'll accept.
super territorial. you know of his brothers, their names and the basics of their respective personalities, but he'll never let you stay around them for too long. he'll shoo them away or tug you elsewhere if need be, deaf to any and all protests. on one hand, they're bad influences (he's arguably worse) but on the other, he doesn't like it when anyone hogs too much of your attention, your friends included. he wants your attention to be on him 24/7, but can and will grow tired of seeing you so often. don't even think about hanging out with anyone else until he gets over it, though!
ayato is ridiculous. he drives you up the walls more often than not, but there are also moments where he makes you realize that you wouldn't trade him for anyone else. he's flawed, more so than the average person, but he values you more than words can describe. he'll protect you with his life if it comes down to that, he's always boasting about how amazing you are to his brothers, classmates, everyone, how no one could ever compare to you. it takes a lot to placate him, but it's those tender moments that you live for.
newsflash, he isn't tough shit. never has been and never will be, but that's okay. you'll love him all the same, and his heart will forever belong to you.
one thing about armin is he always caves when it comes to you.
you need help studying for an upcoming exam? he'll be there in 5. this new coffee shop just opened down the street and you need someone to visit it with? it'll be his treat. he made you horny without meaning to and now you need to blow off the steam? he's pulling his pants down in record time.
that's the way things have been ever since meeting you. he does have a backbone, believe it or not, so it's not like you bully him into doing things. it's just that he's weak for you—the enthusiasm with which you always approach him, the promises you swear to upkeep every time he seems a bit reluctant to follow through with something.
it's gotten to the point that armin will put his reputation at risk for you, all because you need to be dicked down asap.
in your defense, he always has this alluring air to him when he's focused, brows knitted and baby blues squinting down at the textbook behind his glasses as he tries figuring out how to explain a particularly tough notion to you. combined with how his lithe fingers skim through the pages, deftly moving from one to the next.. it makes you wonder if he can put them to good use inside of you.
newsflash, he can. behind a bookcase in a secluded area of the library, his hand slides inbetween your body as you made your neediness clear—kissing him with immeasurable fervor, tangling your fingers in his blond hair, grinding onto his growing bulge. armin needed to shut the both of you up fast.
and so you found yourself with your ass pressed against him instead. one arm wrapped itself around your waist, the other inbetween your legs, the pads of his fingers running over the dampened fabric of your underwear while murmuring about how desperate you are. the second a whine tried tumbling past your lips, two slender digits were shoved into your mouth.
despite his big talk, armin himself wasn't doing too well. he wanted to free himself of those tight pants so badly, but he knew better than to skip out on prep, hasty as it may be. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and letting the softness of your skin muffle every sound he makes.
he has your eyes rolling into the back of your skull quicker than expected, jaw going slack as he works his fingers inside of you—slightly clumsy, yet so good that it numbs your mind to the point you can hardly feel his own dick leaking through his clothes. no, he won't cum from this alone, but he could if he tried.
either way, he'd much rather cum inside. armin makes it obvious the second he slides his length into you, murmuring sweet profanities against the shell of your ear while setting a steady pace. not enough to rock the entire bookshelf, thankfully, enough to rock your world. good fucking god, this nerd can fuck!
this impulsive quickie just started and you're already so far gone that you want to let the entire library moan. scream his name, cum all over his cock, ignore his attempts at silencing you because, if you're already fucking in a private space, does he really have any dignity left?
he'd tell you not to fret your pretty little mind over that if he wasn't trailing kisses over the exposed skin of your shoulder, breath hitching with every thrust that ultimately brings him closer to cumming. you, however, are pushed even farther ahead as he slithers his warm palm underneath your shirt, fingers brushing over your perked nipples, soon tugging to his heart's content.
you cum on armin's cock with a moan swallowed by his lips, body falling limp in his arms. he chases his own high a bit longer, drawing out broken mewls from you, then one of his own as his dick twitches. inside the first time, and the second time he's spurting strings of cum into your underwear. yeah, no, he couldn't risk it!
plus, now you get to spend the rest of this study session with a little reminder: that maybe, if you don't get distracted again and instead make him proud, another reward of the sort awaits.
phone a friend. starring actor au ivantill & mizisua.
hit survival show alien stage caught the attention of everyone ever since the first round aired. a compelling story told through song showcasing love, family, loss, rebellion and more.
the cast was full of gems who portrayed their characters so well you forget that it's just acting. to pull off such stellar performances, hours upon hours of training went into every scene.
the romance between mizi and sua wasn't just an on-screen thing. it was genuine, not official, but apparent. whenever they'd rehearse my clematis down to the day of filming, the awe with which mizi observed her coworker was undeniable. she raidated elegance so effortlessly, even her singing voice was downright angelic.
it's a shame that their dynamic was doomed from the start. when the cameras were on, that is. when they weren't, though?
a frustrated sigh escaped mizi. there she stood in the practice room, looking at her reflection with scrutiny. she had learned the choreography of ruler of my heart to the point she could do it in her sleep—and yet something felt off. her form was perfect, her rhythm wasn't off, but a piece of the puzzle was missing.
mizi wanted to rip her hair out, to undo all of the hard work put in by the hairstylists to bleach and dye her hair without damaging it. when all else goes to fail, she remembers, go phone a friend. she dials till.
and boy does she unleash. to the point where he is genuinely praying for whoever might be practicing in the same building. it goes on, and on, and on.. long enough for till to come up with something. and if it weren't for his interruption, she probably wouldn't have stopped.
"why don't you ask sua sunbaenim for help?" he suggests. mizi goes quiet, then: "you're a genius." and promptly hangs up.
sua is nothing if not kind. she'll offer advice, constructive criticism, stick around after her schedule ends just so that you have someone to walk home with. an angel sent down by the gods, truly.
quick to accept the cry for help, it isn't long before she and mizi are sharing the air and space in that practice room. one of sua's hands is on mizi's waist, the other holding her hand, playing the role of charming alien stage prodigy luka. mizi doesn't see luka, though. she sees her sunbaenim who she has a big fat crush on.
"you're too tense," sua remarks. "he's supposed to guide you through the waltz. resistance would be in-character, but not this much." her voice is steady, unlike the shaky exhale mizi lets out. she has to lock in. she cannot fuck up and step on her foot or something.
the evening seems to pass by in a flash. sua gently hums the melody, eyes trained on a near-dissociating mizi. she corrects a few mistakes, polishes a move or two, under the impression that she's helping her hoobae. said hoobae learned nothing. but it was worth it.
ever since then, mizi decided that she owes till big time.
he insisted that it's fine, he was just helping her in a time of need, but she refuses to back down. because as much as till tries to deny it, he also has a painfully evident crush on his sunbae—ivan.
despite the narrative set from the very first round, that of mizi and sua clearly being written with the right person, wrong universe trope in mind, mizi and till were supposed to be the main item. a thought that made both of them feel a bit.. odd. they get along, yeah, but even if you wave a tempting check in their faces they can't play loving couple in front of such a big audience. it simply wouldn't feel natural.
that's where mizi steps in. main character of alien stage, adored by the director and choreographers and basically the entire staff team. mizi, the little birdie who whispers in a writer's ear that they should consider an agenda consisting of ivan and till. mizi, who is the reason behind the infamous kiss scene.
one can only imagine that till's eyes nearly popped out of his skull upon hearing what changes were made involving his character. hell, he didn't even want to know what ivan's reaction was to the news! spoiler alert, he was thoroughly amused. unlike sua, ivan had an inkling that his hoobae had developed butterflies in his stomach after getting to know his charismatic coworker.
till didn't dare ask for any help in relation to.. the kiss itself. the act of engaging in kissing. instead he drowned himself in vocal rehearsals and midnight crisis for at least a few weeks. when the day of filming came, he had to hype himself up in the mirror.
him and ivan, on stage. the cameras were on, the spotlight was theirs, everything was going according to the script. till, caught up in not singing the wrong lyrics, hadn't heard the microphone next to him drop to the floor—it was the feeling of ivan's hand on his cheek that caught his attention.
with bated breath, he realized that they were seriously doing this. freestyle. suddenly ivan had an iron-clad grip on the back of his neck, pulling him in with enough force to knock the air out of till's lungs and immediately restore it with his own through a kiss. far too charged with unspoken feelings for it to be fake, pulling him back in with too much desperation after one shove for it to be meant for the cameras and nothing else.
because it was genuine. a declaration, flashy yet poetic at the same time, sincere yet overridden by the fact that ivan had to play dead mere seconds after.
somewhere in the audience, mizi was clapping heartily. absolute fucking cinema.
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shoutout to one of my friends who is not on tumblr but requested this, u know who u are, for allowing me to practice writing character x character for the first time in?? probably ever?? i hope this was a good read regardless!
Hihi! Could you write Tighnari x Fem!reader where reader works as a forest ranger, and despite having this as her job, has always been far too intimidated to actually talk to him? Like she'll see that he's about to walk over to where she is, and she'll immediately speed over to somewhere else.
But, she is forced to interact with him when they both run into each other in the forest while she's doing some research on some animals.
You can absolutely make this as spicy as you want, I don't really mind! Have a great day :D
two's a pair. starring tighnari & fem!reader.
you had always felt connected to nature in a way others hadn't.
whether it be flora or fauna, it was a mutual sentiment where you caught its eye and vice versa—thus came your job as a forest ranger—which you loved, wholeheartedly.
however, there is one down amidst the many ups. one little problem known as tighnari, a fellow forest ranger with much more expertise and experience in the same domains. for a fox, he's nowhere near as cunning or mischievous as they usually are depicted. quite the contrary, he's polite.
yet no less intimidating. you can't put your finger on it, but the urge to flee the scene always wells up within you the second he comes near. other than that, your relationship with the rest of your comrades is great!
a rishboland tiger purrs underneath the palm of your hand. as per your latest and current expedition, a couple animal species require some attention for research purposes, these felines included which are—
"not a particularly easy breed to subdue," a voice finishes your train of thought from behind. familiar.. too familiar.. shit. it's tighnari.
you weren't informed of anyone joining you today! this was supposed to be your alone time, recharging with these sweet animals, but out of all beings on teyvat it just had to be him!
your head turns just as slow as an old, creaky door in horror media. the entirety of your body tenses up, though not more than the tiger who vanishes in an alarmed state. a remorseful expression targets tighnari's features at the turn of events, further fueling your stupor.
"ah.. i apologize, i shouldn't have approached so suddenly." he says, seeming as though he's ready to retreat and leave you to finish your task. before he could, your lips part. "no it's—it's fine." not really. it took a lot of patience to placate that tiger.
to make up for his small mistake, tighnari offered to help you with your research. naturally, you were hesitant at first but ended up complying. he's the last one on your bingo list of coworkers to befriend, after all.
with guidance, you came to learn that earning the trust of a rishboland tiger is easier when you're not on your own. tighnari's vast knowledge was more than helpful and the quips he made from time to time lightened the atmosphere.
by the end of the day, you had managed to exceed your goals: took a spinocrocodile scale for sampling, gathered plenty of mysterious meat, inspected certain behavioral patterns in a rishboland tiger and..
tamed a fennec fox who goes by tighnari.
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hi anon! the very first request on the zoescapades page oh em gee.. i hope this was to your liking <3 it's almost 5am as i finish writing this, i planned to get started on it at a more reasonable time but tonight i found myself restless and with no plans. it is what it is.
birthday special ! tighnari + mating season. (nsfw)
"traveler, you're here.." tignari gasps.
when you received the urgent commission to lend the forest ranger a helping hand in his abode, you didn't expect to be greeted by.. this sight. sprawled out, sweaty and completely bare.
despite all of the self-restraint you can muster, his leaking hole and aching cock are pulling you in with force you haven't encountered even when facing the most imposing of enemies. so this was the.. urgent matter.
but why you?
your lips parted, question hanging on the tip of your tongue, but tighnari didn't offer the chance. he reached out quicker than you could react, pulling you down with him and interlacing your lips in a desperate kiss. his hands immediately began wandering, pawing at your clothed form.
"need you.." tighnari croaked out, "need you inside me.. now." not even a smidge of preparation? how long has he been in this state?
concerned as you were, there's no denying tighnari when he's whining against your skin and trying with all his might to undress you. his ears lay flat against his head, tail swishing wildly as if it's proof of his growing impatience and erection.
it barely takes a second to slip into his needy hole. tighnari is already gasping, writhing and moaning, earning a mildly frustrated hiss out of you. your hand reaches for his tail, increasingly sensitive during this period, the most efficient shortcut to keeping him steady. he yelps in response, though as much as he would like to reprimand you, he's already fucking himself back on your cock.
soon your hips meet his, matching the set rhythm. "shit, so greedy—" your head tips back, mind already reeling from how eagerly his hole is sucking you in. the sound of tignnari's high-pitched moans bounce off the walls similarly to how the plush skin of his ass bounces off of your ruthless hips.
"traveler, traveler!" tighnari can already feel his high approaching, hand snaking underneath himself to push at the outline of your cock ramming into his gummy insides, moaning at the feeling. so full. so big.
suddenly, his gaze meets your half-lidded one. the plea that escapes him is just bordering on coherent, though it's unmistakeable: "fill me up."
..oh yeah. fuck the laws of nature, tighnari will be carrying your kits by the time you're done with him.
birthday special ! flins + corruption. dubious & religious themes. (nsfw)
flins really does perform best when kneeling.
usually it's to worship some god he believes in, one that ceased to exist in your world a long time ago. things changed, however—not his faith, unfortunately.
instead of uttering hushed prayers beneath his breath, flins sings your praises under the form of lewd gagging and wet squelching noises. the figures painted on the mural above gaze down at him with scrutiny, stained glass windows bestowing a new light upon his tear-streaked visage.
this is not the path he wanted to take. he wished to remain faithful, allowing nothing to penetrate his will of steel. alas, all it really took was.. a girthy cock and some force.
one of your palms remained steadily situated on his head, nails digging into his scalp and fingers constricting a handful of hair to guide him into a steady rhythm. steady at first, which gradually began turning into something more raw. animalistic, desperate, selfish.
flins couldn't do anything but let his jaw go slack. he dared not touch you, digits interlaced as if that'll assist him in atoning even a marginal amount for the sinful act he is committing. unbeknownst to him, his compliance was a great help. to you, of course.
the warmth of his mouth envelops your length in such a welcoming manner, his body so easy to maneuver however you please. if you didn't know any better you would've thought he gave up on everything, succumbing to your twisted whims. but who knows, maybe if you continue this he will end up becoming your cockslut.
thinking about it has your entire body twitching, anticipation rushing through your veins at the sensation of an impending climax. flins seemed to snap to his senses a second too late, eyes widening and breath hitching once cum was splattered onto his tongue and down his throat.
you tainted him.
and next, maybe you'll take advantage of the state of shock he is in. flins has been rendered.. speechless, immobile, all of the above, though it'll only be temporary. so you might as well make the most of it and get him to open wide elsewhere too.
birthday special ! kazuha + double penetration. (nsfw)
sweet kazuha, always so compliant. so willing to do anything you want him to.
he knew you'd have something special prepared for him on this day where he is at the center of the universe, but he didn't expect.. this.
you had him completely fooled at the start. trailing featherlight kisses down his body, lathering praise on as thick as you can, the extensive prep that he did consider a bit odd at first. but the more your fingers abused that gummy spot inside of him, the more his worries vanished.
at one point—he isn't sure when exactly, probably while he was still riding his high and couldn't think properly—you had swapped your hand out for a toy. a whimper slipped past his lips, slightly choked, but kazuha didn't writhe away. he took everything you gave him, every deep thrust of the silicone length inside of his stretched hole, the overwhelming orgasm that came.
mouth agape and drool running down his chin, he just barely managed to register the sound of shuffling. ah, about time! as much as he loves foreplay, the wait for you to have your way with him was arduous, to say the least. he can already feel the blood in his system rushing to his achy cock at the mere thought of getting to feel you inside him, bruising—hold on. aren't you planning to replace that dildo?
why haven't you pulled it out yet?
the situation at hand dawned on kazuha a little too late. more precisely, the second you bullied your length into his already stuffed hole, earning a strangled mix of screams and moans from him. his blunt nails dug into the sheets below, mind urging him to reach for you instead and convince you to show him mercy.
he doesn't, however. why? simply put.. it hurts so good. kazuha can't help but lean into you, back arching, eyes rolling to the back of his head. your name spills past his swollen lips like a mantra only he can utter, dick leaking and throbbing and begging to be milked one more time. or maybe two more times, he won't complain!
after all, he knows you'll leave him completely satisfied tonight. you always pamper him in your own way, rough as it may be, for he deserves it. sweet kazuha will give you the world, and you'll return the favor tenfold.
sunday and the pair of small wings that sprout from somewhere on the sides of his head. they're as delicate as they are sensitive and they always assist you with the little telltale signs they offer.
if something annoys him, they tend to flatten themselves against the crown of his head, similar to a kitty. if he is saddened, they tend to droop downwards, only adding to his dejected image.
but, most importantly, he uses them as a shield of sorts whenever you're sending his mind into overdrive.
sunday is easy to fluster if you're the bold type. one too many kisses laid out across the expanse of his neck, lingering touches drifting a bit too low for comfort when in public, his instinctive response is to pull his wings close to his face. it's his interpretation of curling into a small ball and disappearing.
but even the smallest of compliments have him all bashful and red in the face.
being called 'pretty' or 'handsome', that he can handle. but if you're kissing away at the tears staining his pale visage and cooing in his ear about how eagerly he's sucking you in, how well he's taking all of you, he'll weakly push you away just far enough so he can quickly hide his face from your loving yet equally overwhelming affections.
don't get him wrong though, he loves your attention and your praise. but even when you're gently stroking his leaking cock up and down whilst pressing open-mouthed kisses to it, displaying your infatuation for him without needing to say a word, his wings will still flutter to conceal just how flushed his length gets.
oh, right, sunday has an additional pair close to his inner thighs. and if you thought the first pair was sensitive enough? this second one is even more so.
that adds to the fun you'll be having with him though, no?
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