#arknights mlynar x reader

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

#𝗗!𝗟𝗙 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥.

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feat. zhongli, jebrael, regis adri floyen, claude alger de obelia, yoo joonghyuk, młynar & lee.

cw. fem! reader, sub!reader, modern au!, established relationships, consensual somnophilia, marriage (zhongli & regis), slight degrading, dilfs, mentions of age difference, size kink/size difference, big cocks, cervix fucking, belly bulge, rough sex, kitchen sex, quickies, mating press, doggy style, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, cockwarming, blowjobs, deep throating, creampie, strength kink, sleepy sex, overstimulation, clit stimulation, squirting, pussy eating, fingering, biting, hickies, dry humping & office sex.

lati. bc i'm horny for dilfs and i just wanted to post something self-indulgent for once ajshbxa,,

#𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜。。。!

dilf!zhongli would always find ways to trap you against the kitchen counter when his two kids, xiao and ganyu, are too busy watching cartoons. he loves how you shift here and there against his bulge, flinching when it rubs against the curve of your ass and when you have to choke back a whimper when his hands begin to rub at your hips. you don't see the way his cheeks flush when you push back into him, or the way his pupils dilate when you just barely moan, the sound like heaven to his ears. but you have to be quiet, yeah? can't let his kids see you two getting heated in the kitchen.

seeing you pamper xiao and ganyu oh so lovingly makes zhongli fantasize about pushing your legs back to your shoulders and breeding you till your tummy is all heavy and swollen with his baby. he's always using a condom when he's pounding into your messy cunt, but there's always the burning temptation within the back of his mind to fuck your gummy walls raw. he finally gets his chance when the two of you are so lost in your lust-filled frenzy that you forget all about a condom. but you just beg zhongli to cum inside, too lost within your own arousal to even care about the possibility of pregnancy and craving the newfound warmth that spills into your belly. you make him cum just like that, and zhongli doesn't waste any more time in doing his best to knock you up.

dilf!zhongli who loves to kiss and suck on your puffy clit, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs. he's addicted to the taste of your slick arousal, drilling his tongue in and around your puffy folds like a starved man. each squeal and breathless moan of his name only further spurs him further until he has to pull away to breathe. streaks of your release is swiped with a finger, which his tongue swirls around fervently in desperation as he looks at you with such intensity that lulls you further into this sensual spell.

#𝗝𝗘𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗘𝗟。。。!

jebrael who's always having to finger your pussy bc he's just so big and thick and he's super worried abt hurting your pretty cunt. but even his fingers are thick, stretching out your tight little cunny nice and wide so you can take his fat dick without becoming a sobbing whiny mess. even if you plead and whine for him to stick it in already, he gently eases you into lying back down and insists that he properly stretch you out. he knows just how big and strong he is, and he doesn't want to accidentally hurt you and leaving your pussy achy n messy.

jebrael givin' you constant creampies inside your needy cunt over n over bc he just can't stop thinkin' about how pretty you'd look with your tummy all nice and swollen with his baby. he likes to watch the cute little bulge from his hung dick pop up and down your tummy bc he knows you can barely take his dick but still you do your absolute best to accommodate his length. a babbling crying mess beneath him, you take load after load of his creamy cum until his heavy balls are completely emptied. by then, he's sure that you'll surely become pregnant with his baby.

getting manhandled into positions that let you feel just how heavy n fat jebrael's cock really is bc you keep palming his crotch just out of jeht's view or purposefully bending over to expose those pretty panties that just barely hide your cunt. leg thrown over his big broad shoulder and fingers toying with your achy clit until you messily cream around him, but you're loving every second of it. you love it when he fucks you like a dumb little slut, pushing his fat dick deep inside your needy cunt and grinding up against all your sweet spots. and he knows it too, which is why he doesn't bother holding back as much as he used to before.

#𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗦 𝗔𝗗𝗥𝗜 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗘𝗡。。。!

sweet sweet regis who always pampers and spoils you during each love-making session, lips trailing over every inch of your body that he can reach. he makes sure to kiss and suck each and every one of your sensitive spots, leaving your skin hot and tingling as he trails lower and lower. when he reaches your dripping cunt, say goodbye to whatever free time you have bc he's gonna be there for a while. calloused thumb rubbing circles against your swollen clit while his tongue flicks and scrapes inside your gooey walls, he'll make sure that you cum at least once before the two of you become one. but with how skilled he's gotten over time, it's a given that you'll probably end up squirting by the time your husband is satisfied.

regis who wakes up to sloppy blowjobs from his pretty little wife bc she was getting so desperately needy for his fat dick. taking his cock all the way down to the base makes your jaw ache and your lips burn, but you're just so desperate to have even the tiniest sliver of your dear husband's manhood inside you right now. your husband doesn't mind having this done to him, though he's always embarrassed about feeling your pretty lips wrap around something so obscenely dirty, no matter how many times you suck him off right before he has to get ready for work.

encouraging your husband to fuck you stupid and split you open on his fat dick until you're sobbing from the overstimulation. he's never done this sort of thing before, so by a few rounds in, he's effectively yet clumsily put you in a makeshift mating press that leaves you an achy n sobbing mess. each thrust grinds his cockhead up against your cervix, drawing obscene lewd moans from your kiss swollen lips as you clench up around the thick intrusion inside of you. you gush all over him multiple times, babbling his name stupidly until he spills his thick seed inside your needy cunt again n again.

#𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗗𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗘 𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗔。。。!

waking up to claude grinding up against you, arms holding you in place and his face buried in the crook of your neck. you can feel him lazily sucking on your neck, you can feel him stroking your skin in languid circles, but you don't feel him so much as making an attempt to even slide himself inside. so you have to be the one to free his dick from his boxers then push the thick head into your pussy. he doesn't even really move all that much, just sighs heavily and occasionally rolls his hips into the tight heat but he wants to relish the way your folds cling onto his dick n how you spasm and flutter around him.

claude likes decorating your pretty neck with hickies n bites that'll be visible for a few days at most when you're sitting on his lap, cock nice n snug in your fluttering walls. he loves how hot and bothered you get when he starts nipping n sucking on your collarbone, he loves how you spasm n tighten up around him bc it just feels so good with his lips so near your pulse. you just look so pretty with that dumb expression, eyes blurry n drool leaking from your lips as you whine for him to properly fuck you. he just gives you one of his signature smirks and continues sucking on your pretty neck.

despite already having two daughters, claude's always fuckin' you like he's trying to knock you up, stuffing your pussy with gooey n sticky loads of his cum until it's oozing out. even if you're sobbing n whining bc the overstimulation is beginning to hurt and you're becoming stupid from the pleasure, he doesn't relent, even pinching your swollen clit in between his slender fingers. a part of him wants to see your belly all nice n swollen bc of him, wants to feel that little bump underneath the tips of his fingers. it's one of the few times you'll ever see such a desperate and soft expression on his usual stony face, and it absolutely melts you.

#𝗬𝗢𝗢 𝗝𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗞。。。!

dilf!yoo joonghyuk who fucks you doggy style in your shared bed in the morning, big hands squeezing and pulling your hips all the back with each thrust. he sets a brutal fast pace, fat n heavy balls smacking against your slick folds as he grunts and groans heavily into your ear like some kind of beast. he makes you cream around his fat dick multiple times, calloused pad of his finger aggressively rubbing at your throbby clit until you're sobbing. since his kids will be waking up soon, he doesn't bother pulling out, preferring to stuff your pretty cunt full of his thick seed to how he sees fit. it's practically dripping out in thick sticky globs onto the sheets, which he'll scoop up and shove back in to your oversensitive cunny. he needs you to take all of him.

getting folded in half by dilf!yoo joonghyuk, knees pushed back to your shoulders as he fucks you into the mattress, chasing his own high and not caring how many times you cum around him. he's watching you every second, from the way you sob as you cream around him for the nth time and how a gooey ring of white encircles his cock every time he pounds down into you. he fucks you like you're his cumdump, pumping you full of his thick load again n again regardless of your whimpers that you're "too full." something in the back of his mind is itching to see you all stuffed full, thick globs dribbling out of your abused hole when he's finished.

dilf!yoo joonghyuk who gets a little too excited when you walk into the kitchen wearing one of his oversized shirts that swallow up your frame. he lifts you up by your thighs, your arms wrapped around his strong neck for support as he pummels into you onto the counter, lost in the feeling of your walls clamping and sucking onto him for dear life even after he's cum. when he hears the sounds of his kids thumping down the stairs, he's quick to pull his cock out from your tight walls and tuck it back into his baggy sweatpants, though the sudden emptiness leave you dazed n gasping with your pretty hole gaping bc he's just so big. he stuffs your twitching pussy full with his fingers, scooping up any cum about to escape your gaping hole and stuff it all back in. it's hard enough trying not to cream around his dick when he isn't moving, but the rough pads of his fingertips scraping against your gummy walls take every last bit of strength to not cum right there and then.

#𝗠Ł𝗬𝗡𝗔𝗥。。。!

dilf!młynar who practically rearranges your insides just to fit the entirety of his thick cock inside your sopping walls, even despite previous attempts to loosen you up. you're clinging onto him desperately, whining n sniveling so prettily as the tip rubs up against your cervix, toying with nerves that make your stomach feel weird. yet you keep whimpering for him to keep going, ignoring the fact that you look about ready to pass out and wanting more of his fat dick to pummel your tight walls. his dick is just that good; how could you possibly think of anything else but needing it inside of you right now?

suckin' off dilf!młynar when he buries his nose in the newspaper, brain utterly fried from dealing with the unimaginable stress from his job. peppering the thick head with soft kisses laving your tongue all over the sides then burying his thick length all the way down your throat. his deep n hoarse voice groans out your name, mumbling curses and sucking in breaths as you take more n more of his fat dick into your throat. he even starts ever so slightly bucking his hips up into the slick warmth, relishing in the feeling of all thoughts about work leaving his mind and the pleasure that you always do your best to provide for him. you make him cum just like that, and you eagerly swallow up all he has to give.

cockwarming dilf!młynar when you visit him in his overtime hours at the office, keeping his dick nice and warm in your gummy walls. suckin' in shaky breaths bc he's just so big and you swear you can feel the tip threatening to breach your womb every time you shift about on his lap. sometimes he just gets so stressed and annoyed from his workload that he starts snapping his hips up into the tight heat of your pussy, your slick staining his pants with wet squelches. don't even think about trying to run away, bc he's gonna have a hand on your tummy locking you down and taking his fat dick all the way to the hilt. when he cums inside, it'll stay plugged up inside your walls, at least until he finishes with his work and can properly fuck you like you deserve.

#𝗟𝗘𝗘。。。!

dilf!lee whose big hands traverse and grope you whenever you're riding him, reminding you just how much bigger he is. he may be an old man, as he says, but it's cute when fat tears stain your cheeks because he keeps twiddling your engorged clit. honestly he's such a big perv, always teasing you when you cream around his cock like he wasn't the one rolling your nipples between his calloused fingers and chuckling when your walls flutter around him.

dilf!lee who always makes a mess of your pussy when he cums inside, curved tip pressed right up against your cervix. but how can you blame him when you're always begging him to breed you full, to make your belly full with his cum. he's sure that it's just the pleasure getting to your head, but who is he to deny his sweetheart what she wants? though he's not sure that he can even knock you up in the first place, but hey, there's no harm in trying, right?

mornings where there is little paperwork and not many operations to be had are rare, but they're lee's favorite, nonetheless. he can spend the entire morning, maybe even the entire day if he's lucky, just sloppily fucking your pretty little cunny and filling you with his gooey release. it's as if he's trying to split you in half, big calloused hands rubbing at your tummy as he nuzzles into your neck. it'd be sweet if it weren't for when he bites the juncture of your neck a bit too hard.

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[trannnn158]

A delulu fanfiction

Pairing: Mlynar Nearl x F!Reader.

Word count: 2.2k.

Warnings: fluff, tired office worker in need of comfort, cringe, self-indulgent, broken English, I regret writing this in English.

Pic credit: Mine.

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Just the thought of having to be a mere office worker, wasting days away in the same company alongside with a stuck up boss alone was enough to send shivers down Mlynar’s spine every waking hour. Despite all of that, he never once let a single complaint slip out of his tightly-shut mouth. You, on the other hand, knew better than anyone how much resentment he held towards this job.

After all, Mlynar Nearl was a man of few words.

__________________

His daily working routine began at seven o’clock sharp.

“Ding!”

The ringing sound of the elevator hung high in the air, disrupting the quiet atmosphere that was inherent in the office. As bright as the radiant sun, the man endowed with silky blonde hair stepped out of the chamber after a flock of workers and clocked in at his company. At first glance, what immediately caught people’s eyes would be his toned body which loomed underneath the royal blue fabric of his shirt together with a neatly buttoned up vest, alluring women, both young and old, with a sense of maturity as if he was a fine wine, ready to be gulped down to the very last drop, and yet his hair was messy with the front bang covering part of his left eyes, turning people off after their first impression with him had faded away. Mlynar rolled his eyes, vision landing on the room that was painted white. He had committed himself to this occupation, to the tiny desk that was barely a fit to his figure for roughly ten years already. To Mlynar, this place, this hell hole was the true definition of a prison and he, as an employee, was nothing more than a corporate slave.

He sluggishly pulled the chair out and sat down, placing the plastic bag encircling the steaming hot cup of coffee on his table. It was hers. He thought then carefully opened the lid. As the lid flicked open, it felt like he was in his own world now, being embraced by the smell of coffee. The gentle aroma of roasted coffee beans was intoxicating to Mlynar, like a cup of cocktail that let the brain indulge in its own little fantasies, making him yearn for the girl who just sent him off with a goodbye kiss that morning, the girl who took him into her arms and loved him the night before. Taking a sip, the bittersweet taste on the tip of his tongue roused the man from his sleep, causing him to frown and then chuckle lightly under his breath. He looked like a mad man. His colleagues threw a glance at him, carrying judgment and contempt in their eyes, but he couldn’t care less. He just carried on with his day, taking a sip of his coffee while booting up the computer.

The office was quieter than usual today. Perhaps it was a special occasion? Or some influential projects which his godforsaken boss didn’t give a damn to assign to him on the grounds that he was deemed “incompetent”? The sound of the keyboard clattering continued to resound in spite of Mlynar’s internal thoughts being in complete shambles.

Mlynar Nearl was a man of high responsibility.

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Twelve thirty-five p.m.

Mlynar looked at the computer screen. His golden pupils flickered as they unconsciously glanced at the old phone lying around on the desk. He wondered what you were doing or had you eaten anything yet. The man was beyond curious, yet worried that he would become a nuisance in your eyes. He dreaded that thought. His hand was faster, though, and turned on the phone. Your bright smile appearing on his lock screen captivated him and he found himself musing on the girl in his phone, his eyes narrowed as if being lost in his own mind.

Suddenly..

"Bang!"

A loud banging on the rusty door made him jump from his seat, bringing him back to reality the harsh way. The phone fell from his hand and collided with the dusty floor, causing the screen to come down with a long crack across the photo of you and him. The phone harbored many of his precious memories of you, most of which could not be replaced in his heart. Mlynar was, understandably, livid; nonetheless, there was nothing he could do to salvage the situation. At the end of the day, he was just another of many individuals who succumbed to the injustice and brutality of life for being a humble employee and having no say before his superiors.

“Yes.”, “I understand.”, “Pardon?”, “I apologize, I will work on it as soon as possible.” - How many times had Mlynar forced out these words? He lost count. He was powerless.

The hoary old boss hurled insult after insult at him, berating him for what seemed like an eternity and had no intentions on stopping anytime soon despite the curious gazes of so many co-workers in the office all focused on the two figures, one tall and one short, with the taller one having to hang his head low. At times like this, Mlynar pondered the question of whether anyone felt sorry for him, resentful for him? Even just the slightest bit of empathy would've been much appreciated. He was being humiliated, but to others, it was just a common scene on replay and they turned a blind eye to it. Mlynar wanted to throw a punch at this arrogant chief. He could. He could just beat the guy into dead meat then quit on the spot. However, right now, he could only bite his lips, clench his fists and endure those spiteful words so as to keep this job. He didn’t want to make you worry.

Mlynar Nearl was a cool-headed man.

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Ten past five in the evening. He would have been home in your embrace ten minutes ago had the fat guy not yelled at him for fifteen minutes straight and pressured him to correct a mistake made by a different employee in the same department as his.

Mlynar sighed and rubbed his eyes. No problem. He was done for the day and could finally return home now.

The clacking noise of paper tapping against the edge of the table caused Mlynar to lift up his head, shifting his attention away from the computer only to be greeted by his boss’s taciturn face, which scrunched up like he had just bitten into a lemon, and the foul smell of cigarettes made Mlynar’s windpipe clog. It felt like there was a lump in the back of his throat and he despised it.

“Sort this pile then type them into the spreadsheet. They need to be completed before tomorrow.”

Having finished speaking, the executive left without once expressing sympathy for him nor offering him a word of encouragement. Why him of all people? Why now?

Mlynar seemed to freeze at that moment. The mountain of papers on the desk was like a towering wall that he wished he could cut in half with a swift slash right now. He swallowed down his saliva, his pride, his Adam’s apple moving up and down slightly with every movement.

The office returned to its usual peacefulness. That is, because only Mlynar Nearl remained sitting there. His messy hair that morning was even more disheveled, heavy eyes that he struggled hard to keep open were glued to the computer screen while his rough hands steadily pressed the keyboard. The place was so quiet that he could hear the beat of his own heart drumming in his ears, the sound of the obsolete clock ticking as its second hand moved as if in a hurry, and, perhaps due to his fatigue that he imagined, the sweetness of your voice echoing by his side. He was on the brink of insanity and this unsettling white office was an asylum. On the table, in addition to the pile of documents, was a cup of coffee that had been drained long ago, yet the faint smell of burnt beans still lingered. It reminded him of you. Mlynar’s mind began to stray away from work again and turned to his home, to the comfy sofa that was only enough for two people to sit on and to you - the girl who was waiting for him to return.

Mlynar Nearl had officially lost his mind.

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How long had it been?

How many hours had passed since he was stuck at this damn company?

Shit.

Seven thirty-nine p.m. A sharp breath escaped from Mlynar’s lung when he exhaled. On the screen currently was the report file being sent to his superior via email. He was overcome by boredom, staring blankly as the old system tried its best to send the files over while his fingers became more and more impatient with each passing second, tapping on the desk in the same rhythm.

Hurry.

Faster.

Faster!

He flinched, thinking that he had screamed from the top of his lungs at that moment.

As soon as the report was sent to the obnoxious old boss, he jumped up from his seat and immediately ran back, being in such a hurry that he did not bother to put on his jacket. The night sky befell on his drooping shoulders. His breathing became quick and shallow, sending out white fog with each hasty step he took in the biting weather. The yellow hue in his eyes glimmered with life as if catching a small ray of hope when he recognized the image of the home he longed for was becoming more and more prominent.

The road back home had never been so long. He missed you.

Grasping the doorknob tightly, Mlynar did not hesitate even for a second to straighten his clothes. Instead, he opened the door whose paint job had already faded. The scent of stir-fried beef rushed straight into his nose, awakening his sense of smell that was thought to have been long gone after such a devastating day at the company, surrounded by the smell of ink and cigars.

Slowly and steadily, he took off his worn-out shoes and stepped inside, until his horse ears perked up at the familiar sound of your voice. You were singing. Although you were horrible at it, to Mlynar, it was like a breath of fresh air, a cure for the barren soul of the man. There you stood, in the kitchen, the corners of your mouth curved up into a bright smile as you hummed and decorated the beef on the plate. Oh how he missed that sight. He wanted to drink in your beauty, taking in your everything and ingraining them into his brain like it was a part of him since birth: The everyday clothes that had gradually faded over the years, the jet black hair highlighted with a few golden brown strands that was always tied up into a ponytail, the coal black eyes which seemed to flash every time you spoke, and, his favorite feature of yours, your playful smile.

Without you noticing, Mlynar approached you from behind, even dropping the vest in his hand on the floor, and held your body close to his while his hands crept around, grabbing you by the waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder and leaned against the crook of your velvety, white neck, taking a deep breath to dispel the worries crowding his head. It felt like all the burdens from work, from having to exist and continue living were lifted from his shoulders and he could leave everything behind.

What a relief. The thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Your body shivered slightly when his ice-cold skin made contact with your warm neck, sending a sharp pain through your nerves.

“You scared me to death, Mlynar!”, you said, then chuckled again while setting the plate of beef on the dining table.

He remained silent and just looked at you, chest rising and falling with each slow breath he took. His eyes were filled to the brim with love and adoration for you and only you, so much so that it would have spilled out into adoring words if he had no self-control whatsoever. He was absolutely smittened.

You turned around, facing him and both your gazes locked with each other.

“How was your day? You must be hungry coming back this late, right? Gosh, you didn’t put your coat on! What if you catch a cold, eh?”

Like two polar opposites, you just kept on going, like an adorable little bird that you were, while he kept his mouth shut and just clung onto you like a sulky cat.

“I’m home.”

At last, Mlynar spoke up, even if it was only a short sentence, even when his voice sounded so tired, even though it was only a whisper in your ear.

The voice was warm yet hoarse. He knew full well how much you fawned over it. Your face lit up at his words and your soft hands now laid upon the bulky, well-defined arms which were wrapped around you.

“Welcome home, Mlynar.”

This was the paradise, the safe haven that Mlynar Nearl could call “his”. He wished for a life with you, his beloved, until the end of his time, ‘til these hands of his could no longer muster up the strength to hold yours.

Mlynar Nearl was a simple man.

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personagens: Mlynar Nearl

sumário: fic sobre demonstrações de afeto quando você tá só o pó do guaraná de cansaço

conteúdo: personagem x leitor (leitor fêmea, s/n=seu nome)

n/a: tava no metrô e queria escrever putaria, mas o cansaço me fez escrever algo mais leve dessa vez pq escrever putaria cansa, próxima fic vai ser leitor macho com a mesma temática se preocupa não mano porque e tão dificíl encontrar uma arte boa desse cara???

palavras: 1.816

Exausta. 

Depois de um dia inteiro inspecionando os testes com Arts dos Operadores mais inexperientes, você sente sua cabeça latejar com uma enxaqueca terrível. 

A quantas horas você está em pé, analisando resultados, escrevendo observações em documentos, ouvindo todos ao seu redor pedirem seus conselhos mesmo nos assuntos mais simples? 

Você não sabe, mas seus olhos estão pesados, e nem mesmo todas aquelas xícaras de café foram suficientes para empurrar seu cansaço para longe. Seus dedos estão massageando suas têmporas enquanto você força seus olhos abertos, atentos ao monitor luminoso à sua frente te mostrando uma infinidade de gráficos e números que não te faziam mais sentido nenhum.

Só mais um pouco. Essa frase se repete em sua mente de novo e de novo, te trazendo uma temporária sensação de conforto mesmo a repetindo incansavelmente pelas últimas nove horas seguidas. 

‘’Doutor, os últimos novatos estão chegando. Devemos continuar com os testes?’’ um dos assistentes pergunta, te olhando atentamente e esperando uma resposta. 

‘'Sim.’' você responde, a voz pesada. ‘'Prepare a sala de testes conforme os procedimentos padrões, mas os deixe à vontade. Não queremos alterações devido ao nervosismo deles.’’ 

O assistente acena com a cabeça, indo se juntar com mais alguns outros funcionários da instalação para começarem os preparativos. Você se senta em uma cadeira, suas mãos repousam em seu colo enquanto seus dedos habilidosamente giram uma caneta entre eles. 

Só mais alguns testes. Você repete, seus olhos piscando lentamente ao analisar o ambiente ao redor, a luminosidade excessiva da sala os deixando levemente irritados. 

Você ouve uma comoção, e vira sua cabeça em direção aos cochichos e vozes altas. Seus olhos encontram uma figura alta vestida em preto parada na porta da sala enquanto era cercada por pesquisadores, um par de olhos dourados te encarando intensamente. 

Sua mente se dispersa por um breve momento e as borboletas levantam voou em seu estômago, seu coração martelando tão forte em seu peito que você consegue o ouvir claramente. 

Antes que sequer pudesse processar o que estava acontecendo, você já está em pé de frente para ele. 

‘'Boa tarde, Mlynar.’' você o cumprimenta com um aceno de sua mão, observando como as orelhas dele abanaram sutilmente quando escutaram sua voz abafada pelo capacete. 

Ele também estava feliz em te ver. 

'’Boa tarde, Doutor. Desculpe interromper quando vocês estão no meio de testes importantes.’' a voz dele te trazia uma sensação fria no estômago, uma boa sensação, no entanto. '’Você tem um minuto? Quero discutir um relatório em particular.’’ 

Você suspirou profundamente, um pequeno sorriso cansado se formando em seus lábios.

‘'Bom, eu adoraria atender seu pedido agora, mas ainda temos um último grupo de novatos.’' você cruzou os braços, olhando em volta da sala onde os assistentes arrumavam tudo para realizar a última leva de testes daquele dia. '’Não sei como eles se sairiam sem mim os supervisionando.’’ 

Outro suspiro pesado escapa de seus lábios, embaçando o visor de seu capacete. Você limpa o vapor com a palma de sua mão. 

Só mais um pouco. Não vai demorar.  

Então, você sente algo puxar sua roupa. São puxões com força suficiente apenas para chamar sua atenção. Você levanta sua cabeça e o encara, percebendo um brilho preocupado em meio a sua expressão normalmente imutável.  

‘'Por favor.’' ele sussurra baixinho para que apenas você o ouvisse, as pontas de suas orelhas voltadas para a sua direção. '’Venha comigo por apenas um instante, sim?’’ 

Seu sangue gela, te petrificando por um momento. Nunca que alguém conseguiria dizer não para essa voz, ou para esses olhos que tão carinhosamente te chamavam. 

'’Tudo bem. Apenas um instante.’' você sussurra de volta, sentindo suas bochechas esquentarem enquanto você se vira para os assistentes. '’Uma pausa pessoal por aqui, pessoal. Não vou demorar, mas não me esperem.’’ 

Sorte sua que o capacete impede que os olhos atentos dos assistentes não notem como sua expressão está avermelhada. 

E com isso, ambos estão andando lado a lado pelos corredores da nave de Rhodes Island em direção ao seu escritório.  

Mlynar era alto - muito alto - e praticamente todos o conheciam por sua experiência em combate. Era comum que tentassem a sorte para falar com ele mesmo se sentindo intimidados por sua figura naturalmente imponente. Você já perdeu a conta das vezes em que teve que ficar observando de uma distância segura enquanto uma pequena multidão de Operadores mais jovens se reunia ao redor dele em busca de um pedaço de sua sabedoria lendária. 

No entanto, Mlynar estava te guiando por uma rota diferente do habitual, evitando olhares curiosos num caminho mais longo e discreto. Você decidiu ficar em silêncio, de olho em seus movimentos. 

'’Você está bem?’' ele perguntou de repente, seus olhos fixados no caminho a frente. 

'’Estou bem.’’ você responde, querendo passar confiança em suas palavras. '’O que você queria discutir comigo?’’ 

‘‘O relatório da última missão’’ ele respondeu prontamente. ‘’Preciso de uma segunda opinião.’’ 

Hm? Isso é novidade. 

Porque era mesmo. Ele não cometia erros, disso todos sabiam, mas era raro ele contar com a opinião dos outros no próprio trabalho. Se tinha algum significado oculto nessas palavras, você certamente não conseguiria encontrar com ele sendo tão metódico. 

Com mais alguns minutos de caminhada, vocês chegam ao seu escritório. Seus dedos giram a maçaneta da porta enquanto você empurra a chave na fechadura, encontrando seu próprio espaço de trabalho decorado com todos os tipos de livros, almofadas gigantes e coleções de itens vindos de diferentes nações exibidos como troféus, mesmo que fosse uma coleção de bolinhas de gude ou a escultura de um galo segurando uma lança. 

Você vai para o lado, permitindo que Mlynar entrasse e se acomodasse. Assim que as chaves são viradas na fechadura para trancar a porta e dar a vocês um pouco de privacidade, seu coração teimosamente recomeça a martelar em seu peito, incapaz de conter a animação crescente em suas veias.

Você se vira e o sente puxar seu braço com gentileza, encurtando a distância entre vocês rapidamente. Aqueles olhos dourados como o primeiro sol da manhã te encarando fixamente. Era incrível como ele sabia exatamente onde olhar mesmo com o capacete ao redor de sua cabeça. 

Os dedos dele vão em direção as tiras de tecido que seguravam o capacete no lugar, desfazendo os nós num ritmo apressado. Não demorou muito para que aquela coisa não estivesse mais no caminho, e a mão aquecida dele agora segurava seu rosto, o dedão acariciando gentilmente sua bochecha. 

‘‘Oi, s/n.'’ ele te chamou com uma voz carinhosa. ‘’Estou de volta.’’ 

‘'Oi, Mlynar.’' você o chamou de volta com um sorriso, tocando a mão dele com a sua. ‘’Bem-vindo de volta.’’ 

E antes que mais alguma coisa pudesse ser dita, Mlynar pressiona os lábios dele contra o seus num gesto gentil e afetuoso, a outra mão segurando sua cintura com cuidado para não te machucar com a armadura. Seus braços institivamente abraçam o pescoço dele, e toda aquela fadiga de antes simplesmente deixou seu corpo. 

Isso era um pequeno ritual.

Mlynar tinha o costume de passar semanas viajando, e você era o Doutor de Rhodes Island, a estrategista e pesquisadora requisitada em muitos lugares diferentes. Seus encontros com ele eram raros, mas quando aconteciam, sempre te deixavam com um frio intenso na barriga, como se fosse a primeira vez que vocês dividiam momentos íntimos. 

‘’Você está bem?’’ ele perguntou mais uma vez, a cabeça dele repousando em seu ombro. 

‘’Estou cansada.’’ você responde, percebendo a preocupação que ele costuma evitar expressar quando vocês não estão sozinhos. ‘’Passei a manhã com o time de testes. O supervisor da semana estava um pouco doente, então acabei assumindo o lugar.’’ 

‘’Parece desgastante.’’ ele comentou, acariciando seus cabelos com a ponta dos dedos. ‘’Bom trabalho, você aguentou bem. Que tal descansar um pouco? Posso sentir o quão pesado está seu corpo.’’ 

‘’Está dizendo que ganhei peso?’’ você brincou, e suas orelhas foram agraciadas com o doce som de uma pequena risada vinda dos lábios dele. 

‘’Estou dizendo que você está tensa.’’ Mlynar te corrigiu, depositando um beijo caloroso em seu ombro. ‘’Você precisa descansar, seus olhos de panda estão maiores. Tem dormido bem esses últimos dias?’’ 

Ele começou a tocar os bolsões escuros embaixo de seus olhos, passando o dedão por ali e observando suas expressões com atenção. 

'’Não melhor do que você, senhor.'’ você começa a fazer a mesma coisa com ele, e Mlynar sorri. 

'’Fugindo das minhas perguntas como sempre.’' ele suspira, mas ainda estava sorrindo. '’Acho que nos dois precisamos descansar por hoje.’’  

'’E o seu relatório?'’ você perguntou, sentindo o abraço em volta de sua cintura se apertar um pouco mais, te prendendo contra ele. 

'’O relatório pode esperar.'’ Mlynar começou a beijar seu ombro, seus lábios traçando uma trilha de beijos até seu pescoço, te provocando arrepios. 

'’Os assistentes ainda estão me esperando, sabia?'’ você sentiu suas pernas enfraquecendo sob o ataque dele, a mulher independente e feroz dentro de você sendo derretida como manteiga em frigideira quente. 

'’Nos dois sabemos que eles são pessoas capazes, além disso, aquela é a última leva de testes, tenho certeza de que eles se sairão bem sem a sua supervisão.'’ ele respondeu, os beijos suaves em seu pescoço deixando aquela região mais quente. '’Dar uma chance para que os homens se provem capazes traz excelência nas tarefas que eles realizam.’’ 

Você segura uma risada em sua garganta. Como diabos você conseguiria recusar agora?  

Esse cara... 

'’Tão sábio. Agora sei por que todos querem seus conselhos.'’ você sorri, seus braços se apertando em volta do pescoço de Mlynar. Um gesto silencioso que indicava a sua aceitação da ideia. 

Mlynar não comenta, ao invés disso pega sua mão e te traz para se sentar ao lado dele num dos sofás dispostos pelo espaço, o braço dele voltando a abraçar sua cintura e te trazendo para mais perto. 

Vocês desfrutam desse tempo juntos com uma agradável conversa, atualizando um ao outro dos últimos acontecimentos em suas vidas. Mlynar não era grande fã de tecnologia, por isso vocês não trocavam muitas mensagens por celular. Ele insistia que isso não substituía uma conversa real e o fazia se sentir mais distante, então as mensagens entre vocês se resumiam em - bom dia, boa tarde, boa noite, eu comi arroz de camarão no almoço e tava muito salgado.  

Alguns beijos longos e carícias minimamente sensuais são trocados durante a conversa. Mlynar costuma dizer que até mesmo cinco minutos podem se tornar tempo de qualidade passado com seu parceiro se forem passados corretamente, e isso era algo que ele fazia bem, te fazendo se sentir especial, amada e desejada, ouvindo cada palavra sua com atenção, as orelhas abanando numa indicativa que ele estava satisfeito.  

Só mais um pouco. Quero ficar com ele mais um pouco. 

Antes que você sequer percebesse, sua cabeça estava no peito dele enquanto ambos tiravam um merecido cochilo da tarde no sofá, o mundo ao redor se calando aos poucos, aquela enxaqueca deixando sua cabeça, e seu corpo se sentindo tão leve que talvez você saísse dali voando. 

#arknights #headcanon pt br #português brasileiro #pt br #mlynar nearl #leitor x personagem pt br #headcanons #fanfic ideas #x reader #me sentindo emocional amo esse cara #por favor manda qualquer arte dele não aguento mais AAAAAA

[arknights-imagines]

I’m not 100% sure but I think mylnar will be an operator.

Sgsugs anon, hiya there! I

Yes aaa, Mlynar is going to be a playable Operator 🥳🥳!!! You're correct, dw!

It was super unexpected for me to see him be announced as an Operator sbjshs 😯 He'll be a Liberator Guard type just like Tequila as well which is v v interesting, I'm anticipating him to be quite fun to use and maybe to enable some new tricks in-game svshs 🤔!!

I also am pretty hyped to see that Hypergryph has been releasing Operators, who were previously just NPCs (W, Fiammetta, and now Mlynar as well!) ✨🥳!!

I'm hoping this'll mean more NPCs will become obtainable Operators in the future, such as: Incandescence (she's mentioned by Andreana!), Closure (Rhodes Island's Chief Engineer!), Lin Yüshia (the Rat King's daughter!), Domma (the doctor + mortician from the 'Mansfield Break' event!), Monch (the assassin working under Gnosis from the 'Break the Ice' event!), Keeper (an attendant of Iris' from one of the 'Beyond Here' event stories!) and Kevin (the Ursus from Ethan's Operator Record, who's also the Airborne Soldier known for falling down one of the holes in the Lungmen Downtown Annihilation svshs!!)

There are of course more NPC characters svshs, however all of those ones I mentioned are the ones I'm v v interested in or like the design/character of aaa 🥰!!

I hope all Mlynar lovers are hyped for his release svshs 🥳💕!!! Ty for your ask anon, I hope you'll stick around and please have a good day 🌸~

#the NPCs of arknights have such awesome designs svshs it would be a bit of a waste not to make them playable 👉👈...!!! #arknights #arknights imagines #not an imagine #arknights x reader #inbox #inbox reply #anon #anon reply #mlynar nearl

[waheelawhisperer]

13, 17, 19, and 20 for the violence ask game

You didn't specify a fandom so I'm going to hit you with several. This is your own fault.

13) worst blorboficiation

I'm not 100% sure what this means but for Arknights I'm gonna go with Amiya. It feels like people forget that she's actually a competent warrior and capable leader instead of just an uwu cute daughteru character.

For RWBY, it's Blake. The fucking writers blorbofied her, idk how you top that.

Mass Effect: Garrus Vakarian. I love Garrus too, but people love to ignore the way the first half of his character arc was "cop that thinks cops have to obey too many rules" -> "vigilante who regularly kills people"

Every remotely villainous or antagonistic character in Fate Grand Order has been shoved into the blorbo box by the fanbase by the end of whatever storyline they appear in and by the writers by the end of their next appearance.

Every person attracted to men who watches The Boys wants to fuck Soldier Boy and the Homelander far more than anyone should ever want to. I cannot enter the tag without running into Reader x fanfiction featuring one of those two.

17) there should be more of this type of fic/art

Arknights: Mlynar getting bred. Also, I would kill to see more people remember Indra exists.

RWBY: More Freezerburn, more Ladybug, more Qrowin, more Dragonslayer, more Jailbirds, more Ironqrow, more Schneewood Forest.

Ted Lasso: I am begging someone to provide me with a gifset featuring every instance wherein Roy Kent says "fuck", "fuck you", "get fucked", or any variation on this theme. I need them for reasons.

19) you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

I've never been ashamed of anything in my life (my ego is too big for that), but I'm getting somewhat frustrated that my relationship with RWBY is starting to remind me of an ex-girlfriend who threw a coffee mug at my head. I can't drop the show until I finish Volume 9, but I don't want to finish Volume 9 because all 3 episodes I've watched so far sucked.

Also I like Ch'alter unironically despite sharing all the very valid complaints about her and what she represents for Arknights.

20) part of canon you found tedious or boring

Arknights: Pretty much everything at this point because absolutely no one on the writing team knows how to condense a narrative and wouldn't be concise about anything if you held a gun to your head. Like I'm sorry but you do not need to write a Lord of the Rings-length novel and then decide that's not enough and write a second novel between the lines of the first one just to tell a story about a horsegirl fighting capitalism in a DBZ tournament arc. You can just trim the fat and convey the information effectively. It won't kill you.

Every Arknights event or main story chapter feels like a chore to read at this point, honestly, but the worst for me so far have been the Sui events. I love the siblings, but if they never release another event designed around Being Inscrutable it will be too soon.

RWBY: Every part of Volume 4 that didn't have Yang in it except for the Qrow vs. Tyrian fight, every part of Volume 5 that didn't have Yang or Raven in it, every part of Volume 9 I have experienced so far, and Jaune's stupid fucking 4-episode bullying arc.

Bloodborne: I have replayed this game multiple times and I have never cleared a single Chalice Dungeon more than once because they all suck.

Elden Ring: I hate the insistence on reusing all the worst bosses instead of the ones that are actually fun to fight, physically traveling across the world map feels tedious at times (I wish Torrent could move just a bit faster), mounted combat sucks ass, the Mountaintops of the Giants feels like they ran out of development time because it's honestly kinda barren, fuck the Consecrated Snowfield, and a lot of the dungeons feel same-y after a while.

#ask game #arknights #rwby #mass effect #bloodborne #elden ring #the boys

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

#𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐄.

anon asked ↺ Tbh.. I want młynar to Rail me, degrade me, tease me, and fill me with his cum 😭👌

cw. sub!reader, reader is the doctor, mentions of cumming inside (use condoms irl!!), degradation (consensual!!), size kink, big cock (he's a horse man lmao), mentions of cumflation, belly bulge & slight jealousy.

lati. lmao same nonnie, pretty sure that half of the people who simp for him just want to be mating pressed by this man,,

art credit. (artist has nsfw works on their profile so minors beware!!)

If Młynar were to break you, the slot of his hips fitting like a puzzle piece against yours, or the firm grip of his calloused hand against your neck, you don't think you would mind.

The adrenaline was exhilarating, the way he used your body like a toy personally made for his pleasure and pushed you to your limits until all you could do was cling to him hopelessly. It was as if he were an addicting drug, always getting you to crave more until you would pass out from exhaustion. Given that he was a Kuranta, it was no surprise that he'd be so well-endowed, but it was always as if it were your first time with him each time you coaxed him into your sheets.

"Who knew that the Doctor was such a little whore." The middle-aged Kuranta sports a sarcastic sliver of a smile, jutting up his hips when he notices you attempting to form a reply. "I didn't realize that the esteemed Doctor I've heard so much about was nothing more than an easy slut. Or do you just happen to like me so much that you're so willing to throw yourself into bed with me?"

You don't answer him—you can't answer him—because your entire body feels like it's melting. You're messily grinding your pelvis down, desperate to keep his fat cock sheathed inside for just a bit longer. Everything is blurry—it's because you've been sobbing and sniveling ever since his cum practically inflated your tummy—and there's a faint ringing in your ears every time you bring down your hips. Młynar barely looks affected, but a closer look would have revealed his teeth clenched tight and his cheeks blooming with red as your walls pulse around him rapidly.

"Fuck, s'so big, your dick's sho big.." If you were any more coherent, you would've been embarrassed by how slurred your words were. But all you can even think about is Młynar's cock, and how fucking big it is. Every time you move, the outline of his cock pops up and down under your belly, and the gooey droplets of his cum dribble out in a sloppy manner. The pleasure is all but too much and yet not enough; it's making you go crazy.

"A..are all Kuranta guys as big as you..?" You meant that to come off as much more flirtatious, but your voice wavers, ever so slightly cracking. Młynar's cock had rubbed up against a spot deep inside at just the right angle, breaking whatever stability you had been attempting to build up. It's a bit embarrassing.

"Oh? I didn't take you to be the greedy type, Doctor." Despite the supposed amused expression on his face, his voice is anything but. A weak whimper escapes your mouth when his grip tightens and his once-still hips begin to grind up into you, pushing his cock even further inside of you. Fuck, he shouldn't even be able to reach this deep, unless he was practically rearranging your insides just to fit the rest of him inside. "Are you desperate enough to not be satisfied by me alone? I didn't take you for that kind of person."

"N-no.. m'sorry, I didn't mean it like that.." You weakly whine, shivering and holding back a moan as his thumb rubs the edges of your stomach.

The older man chuckles, quite clearly enjoying seeing you fumble over yourself. "I jest, Doctor. You look rather cute like that." God if you weren't fucked half out of your mind and nearly about to fall over from exhaustion, you'd have gladly thrown a sarcastic remark his way. He seems to notice your sluggish movements, though, and shifts against the bed, jostling you in the process.

"Hey, don't pass out on me," This time, the amusement reaches his golden eyes, and it definitely.. it definitely makes you feel something. "The night is still young for us after all. We have plenty more time; just the two of us. This is what you wanted, no?"

And like the pretty little complaint pet he knows you to be, you murmur your agreement in shaky breaths. Even if Młynar were to break you, your mind drowning in unending good, you couldn't bring yourself to care. In fact, you're quite sure that you'd enjoy every single debauched minute of it.

© latimeriafellfromheaven

#lati thirsts #arknights x reader #arknights smut #młynar x reader #młynar smut #arknights mlynar x reader #arknights mlynar smut #arknights mlynar #młynar

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

Thank u for sharing ur lovely writing with us ❤️ As a thanks I wanna share some Mlynar brainworms: I think he’d be kinda rough and into choking. Probably quickies too, since he’s a busy man. He’s old and jaded but fucking him might cheer him up

#OFFICE AFTER-HOURS

feat. młynar x doctor!reader

lati. awww you're welcome nonnie!! i'm really happey to hear that, and thank you for the mlynar crumbs, my horny ass needed an excuse to write for him lmaooo,,

okay but like yes?? poor młynar has been overworked to hell and back, so he definitely has some pent-up aggression and frustration in him that he seriously needs to get out. and what better way to get rid of his stress and anger than to fuck it out?

he's so damn big, like it's actually unreal. it's enough of a struggle trying to suck him off bc he's just stretching your lips and triggering your gag reflex. he has a nice girth that stretches you plenty, and he's pretty long too, so he can fuck your deepest parts with ease.

młynar cums so much too, like your belly is all full and heavy by the time he's done fucking out his stress. he cums in thick, sticky globs that dribbles out when he pulls his big cock from your abused hole. and he has a nice set of heavy breeder balls that smack against your skin every time he fucks you silly. it is a mess to clean up though, so he often has to help you clean yourself up since you're always fucked-out afterwards.

first time he slipped inside, you kept sobbing that he was going to tear you open bc of how thick and long he is. młynar does seem like he'd be a bit of a worrier, but feeling the way your hot walls envelop and suck him in just sends him over the edge. but he does make the effort of at least asking you if you're alright, though he doesn't know if moans and cries count as an answer.

but once you finally get used to his size, it's basically just a damn fuckfest with you two at that point. he can be as rough as he wants bc it's the least he deserves, and you're not stopping him bc it's probably the best sex you've had in a damn good while.

then again, he's always rough whenever you two have your little meetups late at night, with no one to see how he wraps one hand around your pretty little neck and squeezes just enough to make your pulse speed up. even at his age, he's still strong enough to manhandle and bend you over however he pleases, which he does when he's really stressed. and ugh, it's the best <3

quickies are an absolute necessity, since he has such a large workload to deal with and so little time to finish them. one minute you're both trying to sort through whatever papers you can, and the next, młynar's balls deep inside of you as you ride him on his chair. he doesn't even have to do anything; the sheer size of his cock is enough to leave you fucked out of your mind as it is.

młynar honestly seems like the type of man who always insists that making a mess is so troublesome, but then he watches his cum dribble out of your abused hole like a perv. sometimes he'll even get hard again and wanna go again bc he's so pent-up and lowkey happy he can finally get some <3

honestly, just surprise him with a blowjob under his desk and he'll probably combust. knowing that he has to complete his work, but you're kneeling in between his legs just makes it so damn hard. with your pretty lips wrapped around his length and the wet warmth of your throat, it's so easy to forget about the endless piles of paper.

but don't worry, you grinding down on his cock is one of the few highlights of his day. młynar quite likes your little stress-relief sessions when you whine his name over and over as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from you. he may be old, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to have you seeing stars and begging for more.

#lati thirsts #arknights mlynar x reader #arknights mlynar smut #młynar #arknights x reader #arknights smut