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aerasx · 1 year

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🌙 ❜ ─ Cum

A/n: ahhhh tysm for 100🫶🏼 this took me longer than it was supposed too. Someone please send a request idk what to right I’m running out of ideas. Also 1,000 notes on my last post???? You all are angels!

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Warnings: please tell me if I miss anything, praise, big dicks,cum on stomach, mentions of marking, coming inside, cum eating,coming on your ass, coming on tits, cum on face, oral, face sitting, Dacryphilia, coming untouched, cowgirl, begging (Mentioned).

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Not proof read

Genre: smut, smut with no plot

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Bangchan ༉‧₊˚✧ + stomach

This man is going to play it safe all the way! You can’t convince me he’s going to cum inside you even if he does have a condom on. Does mind that he doesn’t get to cum inside though he loves how your body looks with his cum on it.

Chan slips into you letting out a guttural moan from your tight walls. You buried your head farther into the pillows at his length stretching you out so deliciously. His actions make you feel like your on cloud nine. That’s not counting his lips muttering pretty praises about how you were made for him and how well your taking his thick cock. He loves the way you deliciously squeeze around him every time he does a particularly deep thrust, hitting your sweet spot just right. You let out a particularly loud moan. Probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear. That’s when Chan knows your close your walls pulsating around his hard cock. He angels his hips deeper the final thrust sending you over the edge. He produces more shallow thrusts to help you ride out your orgasm, before he feels himself getting closer. With that he pulls out using his big hand to finish jerking himself off and letting out a few low groans before coming on your stomach. He eventually leans back after coming down from his high to look at his artwork. You following quickly behind him as he comes down from his high.

Lee know ༉‧₊˚✧ + inside you

This man 100% comes inside because he feels like he’s marking you making sure everyone else knows your taken. However he still will make sure your taking birth control. Also just enjoys the feeling of your raw walls.

His grip around your waist is almost to tight, almost. On the contrary It distracts you from the feeling of lee know bullying his fat cock all the way inside your tight gummy walls. He goes in inch by inch making sure you have time to adjust to his size. It was also quite hard for Lee know not to just bottom out inside you and start moving incredibly fast. Soon, it becomes increasingly hard to hold back. He doesn’t have to worry though because you finally have his whole length inside you. He starts moving at a extremely slow pace, almost teasing himself at the temptation. He finally gives in when you whimper a small “ more please”. He immediately starts thrusting at an almost ungodly pace if he wasn’t so needy he feels the way your walls clench around him. He’s so needy for you. He knew he couldn’t last more than a couple more second at the way your walls suck him in. He feels the snap in his gut before all his fluids come out come out and paint your walls.

Changbin༉‧₊˚✧ + ass

Mainly loves to cum on your ass because he loves doggy style and it’s the easiest after he pulls out but he also loves it because he feels like he just marked you. He also most definitely an ass man. Definitely takes a finger and tastes it after because he says it taste better on you.

The squelch’s of your pussy taking changbin in over and over again could be heard from throughout the whole house with how loud your wet n’ needy pussy was. You couldn’t care less, too lost in pleasure to notice any of your surrounding only focusing on changbin drilling his big dick into you. Changbin couldn’t get ahold of his surroundings either only wanting you to reach that orgasm you have been craving ever since he started prepping you to take him. Changbin leans down into your shoulder whispering a small praise into your ear. He knows the effect he has on you by the way you clench around him at the praise. You let out a high pitched moan when he hits your sweet spot followed by a string of curses. Changbin can also feel himself getting closer every time his flushed tip hits your sweet spot. He position changes again so he can bring both of you to an high. You slowly your high creeping up on you. Changbin thrusts a few more times before pulling out and coming on your ass. You following closely behind the cum leaking out of your abused cunt.

Hyunjin ༉‧₊˚✧ + face

Please give this man a blow job. Please. It’s going to give him the release he’s been wanting for so long. Will definitely tug your head down when he’s close. Will make you rub your pussy for him while your giving him a blowjob too.

Mean is what is was. Mean. You couldn’t believe your usually sweet and loving Hyunjin was treating you do rough, like a fucktoy. Though you can’t deny it did get you much wetter than intended: Hyunjin new this too, he knew by the way your hand snaked down to touch yourself when giving him a blow job. Hyunjin was enjoying this much more than he was willing to admit. The way your plush lips wrapped around his length. Giving kitten licks to lap up the pre cum seeping from his flushed tip. He couldn’t take anymore of your teasing, but when he knew you would look so much prettier chocking around his cock, tip hitting the back of your throat every thrust. He was right of course. The way tears streamed down your cheeks at hyunjins bulging cock. Hyunjin couldn’t lie he got off on seeing your puffy under eyes and flushed cheeks. Mouth occupied with Hyunjins length you had to find another way to release the ache in between your legs. Speeding up your fingers around your clit wanting to cum before Hyunjin. You moan around his cock vibrations bringing him closer to the edge than before. Soon you couldn’t handle it anymore as soon as you tip yourself over the edge the pornographic moan leaving your mouth fuels Hyunjin more than before Releasing his thick cum into your mouth before pulling out. You of course swallow it at Hyunjins command.

Han ༉‧₊˚✧ + tits

Pretty sure I’ve said this before but, this man is obsessed with your tits. If you give him a boob job he’ll be a changed man. Ride this man like your life depends on it. Cowgirl is probably his favorite position because he does no work and gets to touch your tits.

Bliss is the only word that could describe the feeling Han was having in the moment. The way your hips would quickly move up before slamming back down quickly on the base of his cock. Not only that but the way your tits bounced in front of hand face has him in a trance. His hands holding onto your hips,nails digging into your hips leaving crescent moon shapes. It was to much for him, he knew if you kept going he would reach his high quicker than he wanted to. Soon however, your thighs started burning from the work you had put in whine leaving your lips indicating you wanted Han to take over. He barely registered the whine coming out of your mouth, but he was to lazy to take on a few words come out of his lips egging you on until you both reached your highs. Now more than ever you wanted to reach your high, mainly so you could finally relax but also because you could feel your orgasm right on the tips of your fingers. Han uses his hands moving them from your hips to your breasts squeezing them tightly. One particular hard thrust sends you over the edge. You quickly pull off Han’s cock before using your hand to quickly finish him off, cum squirting up in between your plump tits Han has a thigh grip on. A Loud growl escapes Hans lips as he reaches his high.

Felix ༉‧₊˚✧ + anywhere

He ends up coming in whatever position hes in, weather that be your mouth,stomach, or even the sheets as he grinds into them. Mostly ends up with him coming untouched though because he’s busy eating you out. Definitely embarrassed after.

Felix couldn’t tell if it was plain or pleasure. Maybe both. The way his cock was twitching for release almost made him move his hands from his right grip on your thighs to touch his leaking cock but he resists as you grind your soaking cunt onto his nose. Nudging against your sensitive clit. Felix could swear he could cum untouched with the way you moan every time his tongue darts into your clit, or the way your hands grip tighter into his hair when he forces you down more for another taste of your sweet juices. He could spend his entire life between your thighs before getting board if he could ever get board. Another moan leaves your lips contributing to the noise in the room along with the squelch’s coming from your wet pussy and Felix’s pink tounge. Your juices tasted like heaven to him sweet like candy it made him obsessed. Grinding on his face made you feel the orgasm slowly inching closer to you by the second. Felix’s nose touching your sensitive clit on last time before your high is reached. The moans of you coming undone made Felix’s cock twitch more than he hoped it would. Using one hand too aggressively jerk himself off he reaches his high right behind you.

Seungmin ༉‧₊˚✧ + inside you

For some reason I can see him having a breeding kink. Even if he doesn’t realize that he likes coming inside you at first he’s going to cum inside you every time after he find out what it feels like.

Thankful is what Seungmin was after he found out how pleasurable it was to cum inside your pussy. It all started a few weeks ago when he was too lost in pleasure to realize how close he ways to finishing inside you. “ s-so close” the words whimpers out of his lips many times. He didn’t realize until after that he had came inside you. At first worried, but then relaxed when he felt your convulsing walls sucking him in for pleasure. He knew he couldn’t get enough. Overstimulated you for hours just to feel the way your walls would get more desperate for him each time. Now he was at it again thrusting his hips into your as you sit ontology of him, hands on his should but still lost with your eyes rolled back and tongue lolled out. Fast and deep thrust make both of you insanely close. Seungmin hips hitting yours and his cock plunging in and out of you, the sounds filling up the room could be in a porno the way you both sounded. Moans however bought both of you closer before Seungmin was able to hurry himself deep inside you before spilling his seed inside you painting your walls white.

I.N ༉‧₊˚✧ + ass

I fully believe he loves Doggy style. Mostly because it doesn’t take a lot of work but also because when he pulls out he gets to see his cum drip from his flushed tip onto your plush cheeks.

He couldn’t believe he didn’t start taking you like this sooner. The way your ass would stick up into the air had him in shambles. The way your ass would bounce every time he did a particularly hard thrust. It was killing him because of how good it was. The way your head was hurried into pillows, the way you were begging for him to speed up. He brings his hand down to your hair pulling it into a makeshift ponytail before lifting your head up so he could hear your moans better than before. Hearing them lit up something in his core willing him to grant your beg for more. Also trying to please himself at the same time. He lets go of your hair and moves your legs so he could get deeper than before, if even possible. Hard, aggressive thrusts, make the bed shake against the wall slamming into it many times. He could feel himself about to burst, holding back until you reached your high. Luckily seconds after you cum around his flushed cock. Pulling him self off not needing to use his hand before he comes on your red flushed ass.

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pupcuck · 4 months

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SLEIGH BALLS !

ft. leon s. kennedy x gn!reader

tags. GILF LEON!!! incest, big age gap he’s 60+ at the very least, voyeurism

note. ignore that this is sort of xmas themed and sorry if this does not live up to any expectations I think I hyped him up too much LMFAOO still getting out of my writing slump so forgive me if this is very clunky and boring! not edited whatsoever so begging u ignore mistakes i’m . really unhappy this fic but still gonna post it bc idk when i will be able to write ab him again 😭 trust this will be rewritten

tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

You’re a good kid. Honest. You don’t do drugs, you don’t drink, you don’t stay out late, but what you do partake in is the act of sitting in your bedroom hunched over your desk and mindlessly scrolling. Dad says to let you be, mom is unable to stay out of your business, and she thinks you need to go outside more often. Fresh air is good for you! What she’s trying to say, essentially, stripped down to the simplest of terms, is that you’re a total loser. That her and dad were fucking, partying, shooting up in alleyways, all the shit that normal teenagers are supposed to be doing.

She forcibly packs your bags, all while you trail after her whining about how she can’t touch that— Don’t be so rough with that- No that’s not to throw out- No, Mom! I wear that all the time—

She threatens to take away Christmas presents, which at your age shouldn’t be so wounding, but you shut up right then and there. “Now,” Mom talks to you like you’re a baby still. You appreciate it sometimes, like now, when your body is wilting as she opens up the curtains, fragility is much appreciated. You fear the sunlight might turn your bones to dust. “Me and dad are going away.”

What— For Christmas, mom says. Where— A few states over, none that really concern you, might be a road trip for all you know. When— As soon as you’re gone. How, why, who— Mom doesn’t answer those, she’s exasperated by your rigorous questioning, by the way you wring your hands and slump when you sit. It’s awful, looks like you’ve got a hunchback forming.

“Why would you do this to me, mom?” You paw at her sleeve, she brushes you off. “Will you pick me up before Christmas? I don’t want to stay there, what if he doesn’t like me?”

“Grandpa’s fun,” She tells you, “He’s been asking about you.”

Liar. You’ve met grandpa a handful of times, and that was as a child. He doesn’t visit for any holidays and vice versa. Doesn’t even send a Christmas card, forgets to call his own daughter to wish her a happy birthday. Grandpa clearly enjoys his solitude and you firmly doubt he’d appreciate having a mopey teen around.

Grandpa’s nice. Grandpa’s sweet, he won’t bother you. Grandpa might need help in the mornings, I don’t want him to get hurt, he works too hard. Grandpa’s quiet, don’t worry about it, both of you are. You’ll get along fine!

No one told you grandpa was hot. Mom failed to mention he was a babe at, like, what? Seventy years old? Not quite, but you don’t remember him being this hot. Good grief. He’s not tall, but his bicep is the size of your face, and his hair is shaggy. A dull grey colour, shiny like gunmetal. When he takes your suitcase, his arm flexes and bulges outwards, you start to overheat, brain sizzling as you’re cooked under his cobalt gaze.

There’s an old pick-up outside his expansive farmhouse, a mailbox that’s in desperate need of another layer of paint, a wooden stable off in the distance that you doubt he uses - other than that it’s barren. This is true torture. Mom’s very own version of those camps they send out of control teens to. Your sneakers sink into the mud, as you walk the soles make that icky squishy sound, your socks are soaked for sure. He doesn’t take his boots off, tracks mud into the house and you recoil. Somebody needs to give grandpa etiquette lessons.

“Can you ask him for the wifi password?” You ask mom quietly, playing with your fingers as Grandpa Leon places your suitcase on the bottom step, grumbling about taking it up later, that you should’ve packed lighter.

“Dad, did you set up the router?”

“The what?”

“The router, broadband, so you can use the phone I sent you? For Christmas?” Mom’s frowning, hands on her hips as Leon waves her off.

“I got a landline.” He gestures to the telephone on the desk that sits pushed up against the wall of the entrance hall, you had to squeeze past it into the open-plan lounge. Rustic. Old. The ornaments that sit tucked between nooks and crannies remind you of the shit that gets sold for two cents in a yard sale.

“Dad, that’s not…” She shakes her head, pushes you forward, “Give grandpa a hug.”

Is this bitch serious? How old does she think you are? Nonetheless, you step forward, outstretched arms being met with hands that gently put them back by your side. Leon pats your head, his smile looks more like a grimace, a few of his teeth are fake - you can tell. Thank god they’re not dentures. You don’t know if you could deal with watching him popping them in and out, and what about kissing? The texture must be awful. Not that you’re going to kiss him. Your grandpa. It’s just the thought of course.

“Uh, you’re big now.” Leon notes, squints at you so hard the skin around his eyes gets wrinkled to the point where they sink into his face. Ew. You’re just lucky he doesn’t have that old person smell, and from what you’ve heard, grandpa’s capable of taking care of himself. No diapers, no IV tubes, no hourly medicine, nothing that you were afraid of happening. Putting you in charge of someone’s life would be a bad choice to put it simply. “How old are you? Twelve?”

“Dad, god,” Mom rubs her temples, “Nineteen, okay? Got that?”

“I was kidding,” Leon huffs, looking to the side in a brooding manner, he wasn’t kidding. He’s a bad liar like mom.

“Okay, just, please,” She has her fists clenched, biting the inside of her cheek, “I’ll be back for you before Christmas Eve, okay?”

“On Christmas Eve? That’s too late.” Grandpa has bad hearing it seems, or the inability to process whatever his child is saying as most men do.

“I said before, dad, before Christmas Eve,” Mom’s eyes almost pop out of her head, “Whatever, I have to go now, just behave for Grandpa, okay?” She does not have to go yet, she just wants to abandon you here, with no wifi— how will you be able to do anything, the panic hasn’t properly set in yet, you’re too busy pressing your hands to the glassy watching forlornly as mom gets into the car and speeds off so fast you hear her tires squeak. She really wanted to get rid of you. Dumping you with an old man who doesn’t even know your name. A hot old man, but you shouldn’t let your judgement be clouded so easily. And you shouldn’t talk about your grandpa like that.

“How you doing in school?” Grandpa’s question is said with so much disinterest you wonder why he tried to sound like he cares in the first place.

“I’m in college.” You say.

“Right.” Leon shrugs in a way that says worth a shot - at communicating with his basically estranged grandchild that is. “How’s college, good grades? Still gotta pay?”

“Yeah.” You nod, to all of it or none. And that’s that.

Staying with grandpa, you decide, is not the worst thing that could’ve happened to you. Going on vacation with your parents who are in desperate need of a fuck so they can stop arguing sounds worse now that you put it into perspective. The old man is quiet, mom was right about that, and he does his own thing. He let you set up the router, but in the middle of Bumfuck, USA, surrounded by flattened fields, connection isn’t the greatest.

Old photo albums end up being your main source of entertainment. Of your mom as a kid, of grandpa when he was sunflower blond and boyish, with all the beauty of a wild mare, long-faced and tow-headed, although not quite. Much softer, similar to that of raw linen, as if he was born from the rib of spring itself. From its newfound petals and holy lambs. You think it’s too poetic, pretentious even, that it gives grandpa too much credit for being blond and blue-eyed. Beneath Leon’s crushed nose you can see the former pretty boy that he once was. His eyes are the same, and his aged face is more rugged than it is handsome, that doesn’t deter you in the slightest. You think you like him better this way, as grandpa.

Among other things, you learn all sorts about grandpa, he doesn’t speak much, and when he does it’s hard to decipher - just kind of nonsensical grumbling that you can’t really make out. But you’ve done your own research. His bedroom door doesn’t shut fully, you noticed it one night on the way back from the bathroom and decided to take a peek. The setup of his bedroom mirrors the spare room you're sleeping in. His nighttime routine consists of taking a shot of whiskey and trying to get through a book that looks like it’s been sitting on his bedside cabinet for centuries. Leon gets through less than a single page and knocks out, mouth wide open as he snores. Loudly.

He never notices you. Or he pretends not to. Or he’s just senile. It might be wrong, that you know more than you’re letting on. Like what his dick looks like when it’s soft - heavy between his thighs, the skin is wrinkled but not to the point where his dick is unrecognisable. Still looks like a pretty solid dick. You know whether his nipples are pink or brown - brown obviously. Y’know, just the usual, what all grandkids should know about their grandads.

One night, you watch him silently through the gap, the only light that remains glowing is the lamp on his bedside. An ornate looking thing, beaded fringe that lines the shade, out of place in his otherwise barely furnished room. It bathes him in its warmth as he undresses, and you’re struck in the gut by this awful need. His body held up well, surprisingly firm for his age, god forbid he turns around you don’t want to catch sight of anything saggy and unholy. Firm muscle is softened by a layer of fat, making him thicker around the middle. The beer is finally catching up with him.

Grandpa sits back on his bed, with a soft groan he lifts his hips and takes off his boxers. There’s a terrible ache between your legs, throbbing and pulsing and downright nasty. His cock rests heavy on his thigh, the tip is fat and dark, uncut on the fat, you want to put your mouth on it. Never sucked dick before, never been inclined to suck one, but now you think it’s a matter of life and death. You need him down your throat or you’ll die due to neglect.

Why he wanders around the room naked and aimless for a good five minutes mystifies you, a sign of dementia maybe, great jerk off material though, so you don’t complain. Your hand rests on the doorframe as you rub yourself raw, he seems to remember what he was looking for and approaches the vintage chest of drawers, opening the first one to grab his pyjamas. They’re always in the same place, he’s forgetful and old you guess.

As your stomach lurches with the onset of your high, you make the mistake of stepping forward, clasping at the door knob to steady yourself as a wave of pleasure washes over you and leaves your legs shaky. Grandpa looks up, and he blinks at you standing there with your hand in your pants. He’s not quite as stunned as you expected him to be, and while you get ready to wing it back to your room - he half-smiles at you. Like he’s amused.

“You enjoy the show?” Grandpa raises a brow, he pats his lap, and you nod dumbly, legs working on their own as your brain tries to process the fact that he’s not reacting to this badly. “Think I didn’t see you, sweetheart?” Once you near him, he sits you down on his thigh, “You just gotta speak up and ask for things sometimes, then you’ll get ‘em.”

“I don’t… I’m sorry.” You don’t follow, clinging to his shoulders helplessly.

“Been a long time since I’ve done this, you gotta be nice to me, I can’t keep up with you.” Leon kisses the top of your head, that’s the most affectionate he's been since you’ve been here. The most you got out of him was a pat on the back so hard it knocked your organs out of place.

“Grandpa, wait,” The air is stolen from your lungs by a single sharp gasp as he takes your hand in his, the one that was previously down your pants, and sucks on your fingers. His tongue collects the slick that coats them, then he pulls off with a pop, lips wet with your pussy. “Wait, wait,” Your chest tightens, and you’re lightheaded.

“What?” Leon pays you no mind, he lifts your shirt over your head, there’s some struggle as you refuse to lift your arms for a moment. He gets his way, leaning down to take your peaked nipples into his hot mouth.

“It’s wrong.” You push at his head, resist the urge to tangle your fingers in his hair and bring him closer.

“Oh, ‘s wrong now?” Grandpa kisses you, his stubble scratches your cheeks and it feels so right. “Wasn’t wrong when you were getting off to me, was it?”

Spit trickles down your chin, he licks it up, kisses you once more, the excessive dribble finding its way back into your mouth. “That’s ’cause… Well, ‘cause I was…” You stammer, clasping at his chest, fingers tickled by the faint grey hairs that cover the expanse of it.

“‘Cause what?” He gives you more spit-slicked kisses till you shut up, growing dizzier by the second.

“Grandpa…”

His nose wrinkles, “That don’t sound right.” Leon mumbles, under his breath, but ‘cause he’s going deaf it's loud and you hear it. It’s more of an announcement.

“Papa,” You try as he thumbs your pout, the ghost of a smile lines his thin lips. He seems to like that.

Grandpa likes to kiss, he’s starved for affection probably, or he’s just a sentimental old man. You’re impatient and young, he knows that, so when he lays you down, caged by his big arms, Leon makes sure to slow it down even further. Watching you squirm brings him joy, you’ve never seen him smile like that. He kisses every inch of tender flesh, from the top of your head to your ankles.

When he finally parts your thighs to get to your centre, you let out a sigh of relief, body growing lax as he peels your underwear off. Practically glued to your cunt with how much you’ve leaked. Leon traces the shape of your puffy lips, his nose meets your clit first with a light bump. The touch has you reeling, hips lifting up in a jolty motion that makes him chuckle. He uses a single hand to pin you down, splayed over your stomach so he can eat you out without being bothered by your level of sensitivity.

A moment after the nudge of his nose comes his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your swollen bud that has pleasure blooming in your gut. Then his tongue swipes along the seam of your cunt, catching on your clit, he parts your folds with his thumbs, catching every droplet that leaks from your drippy hole. Grandpa sucks on your clit like it’s a piece of hard candy, your thighs clamp shut around his head, he doesn’t seem to mind at all, taking the chance to nestle further into your pussy, tongue digging into your clenching hole all while his nose rubs against your clit.

He’s satisfied only when you are, when you cream on his tongue and he can taste it in the very back of his throat, only then does he pry your thighs apart. Emerging with the bottom half of his face covered in a sheen of your slick like he’s just been diving, you’re pretty sure he gave you carpet burn.

From then on, you begin to sleep in grandpa's room, you sit patiently on his lap while he watches black and white westerns dug up from the depths of who knows where. They’re slow paced and soon enough you find his hand cupping your pussy, grandpa gets you off on his fingers, he kisses your neck - but he doesn’t go any further, never gives you the dick that you crave so badly.

Mom calls a few times, not as many times as you would like her to call, but now that you and grandpa have bonded, it’s been easier to pass her off. You tell her there’s no need to pick you up, that you’re quite happy to stay with grandpa for the rest of the holidays, you don’t say that you’re ready to move in with grandpa and drop out of college to tend to his soft cock all day. Theoretically, if you did drop out of college, you think everything would be handled, surely by now he would’ve put his will in your name. It doesn’t sound all that bad. It sounds quite ideal actually. Sure, grandpa’s fussy about the thermostat, he might need dentures in a few years, but you’ve settled in so nicely. Like, all you’re trying to say is, grandpa’s a lonely guy - he could use your company till he’s sent off to a nursing home somewhere.

“I don’t want to go home,” You say into Leon’s neck, your hand sneaks downwards as the two of you lay in bed like you have been doing every night. “I wanna stay with you, grandpa.”

Leon’s brows knit together when you lift the waistband of his boxers, squeezing his soft dick in your warm palm. “Hey,” He warns lightly, there’s no real malice to it.

“Grandpa, I want you just once before I leave,” You palm him, he hardens albeit slowly, painfully slowly - he’s doing well though. No Viagra needed. You're so proud of him, he’s come a long way. The first few times you tried this his dick adamantly refuses to do more than hang limp.

“You can take me if you’ll have me.” Leon hums, and you don’t really know what that means. Feels like he speaks in tongues most of the time, that’s okay though. Not his fault, poor old man. You clamber onto his lap, dressed only in a sleep shirt for easy access, he guides his half-hard cock past your folds, the head stretching your little hole so well.

Your back arches so far he has to straighten your spine himself to keep you upright. Leon takes your wrists in one hand, bringing them behind your back and keeping you tied up like a rotisserie chicken. With some difficulty you manage to take him, both from the fact he’s still partly soft, slipping out more than a couple times, and ‘cause you’re so tense you keep pushing him out by mistake.

“Easy, sweetheart. Nice ‘n slow, don’t rush yourself.” Grandpa coos as your cunt stretches impossibly to accommodate his length. The tip rests snug in your cervix, jabbing at it painfully, and if it wasn’t for the thumb on your clit, soothing all discomfort, you’d be complaining. Grandpa’s cock doesn’t get any harder, but it doesn’t get any softer either. You start to think it might be his limit as you swivel your hips, grinding yourself down into him, the base of his cock splitting you open.

You ache to touch him, to lay against his chest and fuck your hips downwards onto him lazily. Grandpa insists on keeping you like this, he begins to rut into you from below, the thumb on your clit follows the same pace. “You’re too little, sweetheart,” Grandpa chides when he feels you tighten, “Going too fast for me.” The knot snaps, unravelling as warmth spreads through your limbs, makes your legs feel like jelly.

Grandpa takes longer, he doesn’t have much left in him, but you milk him dry till his cock is left sputtering. When he lets go of your arms, you allow yourself to slump down on his chest, kneading it with your hands. “That was okay.”

“Just okay?” Leon snorts, he pats your head like he did when you first met him.

“Just okay.” You confirm, hoping he can feel your smile, and that he knows it was more than okay.

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hailaxyart · 3 months

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I WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABT @psiirockin DESIGNS

LIKE OMAGA 🤧🤧💞 it has not been much since I re joined the FNAF fandom but he's been one of my fav accounts ever in the fandom DID U SEE THE DESIGNS LIKE THE AFTONS. THE AFTONSSS. CASSIDYYYY. Mabye its because i see my little neurodivergent self reflected in Elizabeth and Cc and like Cassidy is one of my fav charas but im obsessed.

Is this a very shameless appreciation post? YES BUT I NEED THE URGE TO😔

I love the whole family dynamic hc builded up with William, and tbh all hc in general. I always thought on Cassidy and Cc bonding and being besties, and with the idea of non verbal bonding their friendship is been one of my favs between the kids!!

Michael's design is also one of my favs in all designs of him I've seen so far. Same with Circus Baby. The bunny teeth and nose of the aftons just got me, its so good.

Plus. Cw for ed in the following pharagraphs

What's with the weird fixation in drawing all the characters idealized skinny the fandom has. Like literally all characters. N then they get mad when something different happens.

Idk about you but I've grown up in a place where i got made fun of for literally being average size instead of skinny. In a place where my family would comment negatively on how fat people they didnt even know were. It got to a point where I hated the way i looked as a child, even developed an ed when i was 16.

Its so refreshing to finally see something different in media why do we have to continue shaming people for their existence, let people breathe.

End of cw !!

His artstyle is also so YUM CHOMPS EATS /pos GO FOLLOW HIM RN IF YOU HAVENT YET !!!

Okay i needed to get this out of my chest

#appreciation post #artist appreciation #fnaf art #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

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Golden Hour

A/N: ngl i’ve been fiending to write more Tsu’tey but y’all can’t let me become a one trick pony fr. This one’s a little self indulgent my legs be kicking and shit. This isn’t proof read but will be eventually LMAO. I just wanted to get it out bc ppls were messaging me, I tried giving u actual plot this time. Sully reader, Neteyams twin <333 why does tumblr always eat the end half of my posts what the FUCK

pairing(s): Ao’nung x (Sully)(f) Reader

word count: 10k

warnings: NSFW MDNI, weed oop, squirting, 2 little slaps but they’re not hard, consent king, mating, standing sex?, dacryphilla, semi public, a little bit of degrading / mean bits but not really, he just thinks you’re real pretty idk, size kink, brat taming if u squint readers got a bit of a catty attitude, you both have attitudes, idiots in love, PINING, idk i have a soft spot for idiots in love, Ao’nungs so in love with u, i’m about to start getting ppl to read these over and do the tags for me bc idk how to

na’vi glossary: skxawng: moron, Ole’eytkan: clan leader, kurkung: asshole, vrrtep’ite: demoness, Nga yawne lu oer: i love you, tanhì: star, kxener: I took park of the word that describes the act of smoking, idk I’m out here making up Na’vi slang.

Perhaps you were in such a delightful mood today because of the rich scented soaps and the pretty shimmer body oils that left your skin hydrated and vibrant after your bath, or perhaps it was the fact that Tsireya had just done your hair with little pearls and shells the night previous.

You’ve grown to love so many things that Awa'atlu offered you. You think, however, that your favorite thing was the sheer amount of turquoise geothermal warmed springs scattered around the bustling seaside village. You had often found yourself alone now that you had grown up, appreciating the peace that solitude brought you. Soaking in the warm watered spring of the mangrove beaches not terribly far from the village only added to said peace. Besides being a good place for one to watch the sun rise in the morning, it was also a good place to be left alone. As it wasn't an increasingly popular place to bathe it meant you got to spend your morning with pretty scented soaps, oils and creams while eating fruit and enjoying a kxener all in your preferred solitude. It wasn’t that you didn’t love spending time with friends and family- in all honesty a war torn childhood made you appreciate them and the peace you now lived in even more.

A fact you attempt to remind yourself off when an obnoxious smack of feet against the rocky grounds of the warm springs past the mangals pull you from your fruit eating haze. Your head snapped over to the sound, ready to scold someone for disrupting your tranquil morning- yet your eyes fall upon Aonung’s advancing form. You can’t help but allow a quick smile before your act begins. Your faux scowl at his towering approaching form.

“I literally just got in, what could you possibly want of me this early in the day?”

It’s a lie you tell as you lean back on the rocky wall of the spring, pointing two accusatory fingers towards him. You had been in long enough to quickly wash your hair and body. Even enough time to oil the ends of your hair, and though you were quick with it if he ended your bath here you’d at least have enjoyed your little acts of self care. No doubt you’d have to get dressed and follow him somewhere to help with something you’d much rather not be doing on your supposed free day. If the Eyktanay was saunting over to you, then no doubt your perfect morning would be a fleeting moment crushed to dust at your feet.

He gives you an look of dumbfounded distress, brow muscle jutting up into an arch while his lip curls up into a contemptuous grin,

“And to think I thought we were dear friends who enjoyed each other's company, vrrtep’ite,”

He is silly looking, as he squats at the edge of the spring, large imposing arms dangling between his legs, his tail curved towards you, eyes unnaturally trained at the horizon despite the fact he’s apparently cross with you. You can’t help but grin up at him, enjoying the quips and banter he often offered you; yet showed you enough respect as to not oogle at you.

Part of you was surprised to have him stumble upon you, as of late he is usually too busy to share a moment with him before the eclipse. He grabs the kxener next to your bowl of fruit, and the flintstones, barely looking at you. It’s endearing, how he holds the smoke between his full lips, his too big hands managed to spark rocks together to light it. For his towering frame, Aonung moves rather gracefully. His jaw is sharp as it clenches when the herbs spark at his face, eyes fluttering. You watch the muscles of his neck and shoulders flex when he puts the tool down and moves to hold the kxener with his left hand. He grabs a berry motioning towards you,

“What?”

His voice is haughty as he notices you staring. Even as he talks out of the corner of his mouth, lips holding the kxener smoke from fully creeping past his pointy white canine and incisor. The way his face contorts makes you giggle, resting your arm on the rock he was perched on,

“I don’t know. It’s silly seeing you act so civilized,” you say as you run one of your nails down his ankle to mess with him, “Decide you want to enjoy my brunch, huh? What, wrestling a tsurak too brutish today?”

He is instantly making a face, mimicking your voice in a faux girlish shrill as he finally grabbed hold of what he was smoking, seating himself fully, then plopping the fruit in his mouth giving you a displeased look.

It had been a long time since he was a truly troublesome, rough edged hooligan and though you would have still called him a hooligan to this day, Ao’nung was proud of how he had grown. Though he had his stubborn and even volatile moments he had won the close friendship of your twin brother, and even the younger siblings he once put in perilous danger. You had all long let that dead pa’li lie.

“You are the jungle savage,” he jokingly sneers, handing the kxener back down to you, then poking at your forehead for annunciation.

The mix of the thickly sweet and tangy fruit on top of the sour, peppery and earthy taste of the kxener is pleasant, but the fact that you can taste the balm that was on his lips is what makes your tail swish slowly in the water.

“You’re mad your mother likes me better than you right now,”

You nod matter of factly to the freshly added tattoo creeping up his shoulder, an obsidian addition to his growing collection. Ronal was displeased with who had done it, not so much the design. Soon he'd be covered in them, rarely a part of his pretty face untouched by ink. Ronal knew this, yet it was in her nature to be argumentative. You didn’t stick around for the argument as by the time Ao’nung walked completely into their home, you and his sister had made a quick dash out as to not inherit the wrath of Ronal. The two had been bickering over everything since.

“Ha!” His laugh is boisterous and booming like the storms that would crack down over the ocean, “I am my mothers favorite! She’d drown you before-“

Drown was a funny idea. And now that he didn’t have your lit morning smoke in his hand, there was nothing defending him from your swift hand clutching the wrist closest to you, dragging him forward into the depth of the spring. It was a quick decision really, you had been a little shocked you did it considering if you didn’t pull him with such force he’d have surely hit the rock you were currently seated on- and this rather foolish quick decision meant that poor Ao’nung was as equally not prepared for the assault. The splash of his bulking body is huge, unceremonious and forces you to quickly turn half your body to avoid the brute of its wave.

The mischief is worth it as he rises from the water unharmed yet in disbelief. His sea-foam eyes wide open, curls sticking to his forehead as they fall from his silly little bun. Seeming to be dumbfounded that you dared to pull the practically aquatic man into such waters. As if he hadn’t stepped towards a rocky plateau as he stood up, and that the water barely reached his belly button.

“At least you did not drown-”

Perhaps if it wasn’t for the pesky second eyelid of the Metkayina then the water would have blinded him long enough for you to playfully escape from the splash he sent your way; far too powerful of a crime as the ends of your hair rewet and stick to your torso. It’s a foreign feeling as your hair had already begun to dry under the intense heat of the sun previously.

“You’re the worst out of the lot of you,” he interrupts himself with a sneeze from inhaling the water he wasn’t prepared to breath in, “i’m still clothed, skxawng,”

It makes you laugh, he seems genuinely annoyed but it still bemuses you. They were always wet and in and out of the water. How could it have possibly mattered to him, you were sure he’d have gone diving once he was content with ruining the peaceful start of your morning.

You knew him. You knew he came here to pick on you in his usual manner until something else caught his attention and he’d leave you alone and unfortunately missing him. So you’d enjoy your moment of terrorizing him back. You liked humbling him. Especially now that he’s growing closer and closer to being Ole’eytkan.

You obviously wouldn’t have ever grown to be as forward with your hazing had his sister not emboldened you; and though he stands ahead of you, almost posturing, you both knew there was an unspoken rule that Ao’nung lets you tease him. Though you danced across the exasperated too-far line, Ao’nung would take a great deal from you with a playful surrender. You huff the herb one more time before passing it to his dripping form, a peace treaty.

“You interrupted my bath, it is only fair,”

You’re far too occupied with how soft the almost too warm skin of his hand was when it was wet, and the tantalizing shivers it sends up your arm when your fingers make contact with him to notice that he sees you. Maybe he had inhaled too much water as you had caught him off guard, or maybe he had just inhaled smoke too deeply immediately after you had stolen the physical breath from the vacuum of his lungs, but Ao’nung is entirely too entranced with the moment that plays in front of him that it makes him dizzy.

The sun rising behind him was finally starting to lose its pinkish hues, casting warm golden rays onto your freshly washed glassy skin. The oils across your azure skin reflected the sparkly luminance that only the crushed up shells of Awa’atlu could provide. He can’t help but think the sun looks its best reflecting off the amber of your eyes. Though you are one of- if not the most beautiful girl- he had had the pleasure of knowing, the golden rays of the rising sun dancing across the apples of your supple cheek weren’t where his eyes have trailed to. In fact, your long hair moved slightly from where it had been covering your out of the water torso. Though you had never really worn much coverings, the fact that you were not only nude, but comfortable enough to be relaxed nude around him made his chest feel just as fuzzy as his head.

He’s glad you’re lost in thought so he can take a split second to stare at you breast without you noticing, despite the almost painful desire to stare at your gracile forest form he doesn’t want to be caught staring. He’s only been caught staring at you once- not by you of course. For someone so clever he was surprised you were so oblivious to the world around you sometimes. No- he had been caught staring by your twin brother who had rightfully punched him right in the back, making contact with a rather fresh, and rather painful tattoo. Though it turned into a light hearted, overly rowdy horseplay between friends, Ao’nung understood the undertone. If he touched you, Neteyam might just kill him.

“If you wanted me to take a bath with you, you could have just asked,”

Why in Eywas great paradise did he say that? He was just thinking about how your brother might knock his teeth out for the fact that he had been staring at your bare chest and he felt as though stupid mouth spoke on its own accord.

He was glad you turned so red at his words though- probably out of anger at the implication. It overshadowed how he had embarrassed himself- drew your attention away from the embarrassing mauve heat creeping up his own neck. He hated how visible the contrast of flushed skin was compared to yours. The splash of the water you sent towards him forces him to hold the half done kxener far above his own head.

“I’m surprised you even know how to bathe, kurkung,”

He thinks it’s cute how quickly one arm covers your chest as you go to sit up slightly- suddenly very aware that you’re more exposed then usual, despite the fact you didn’t seem to care before- reaching to grab at his arm and try and snatch the kxener from his hand. It’s his turn to laugh at you know, and plop himself down on the water smoothed stone you had lounged on.

“I’m very clean actually. It’s hard to have such magnificent hair,” He hands you the kxener and with his other hand motions to his bun.

You snort, rolling your eyes and taking the herb you had both been using as a peace treaty from him. Your body turns towards him, head propped up on one of your pretty delicate hands, and the other holding the kxener to your pretty plump lips. Had he not embarrassed himself once already he’d have just sat here and blatantly watched you smoke in the morning light.

“It is going to grow thin if you keep it up all the time,” You motion to him.

Though you knew it was probably a pile of talioang dung, and that his hair would be fine despite the past five years of his well known bun- you couldn’t help but love when his long curly terraces fell down the expanse of his prodigious back. You wouldn’t waste an opportunity to convince him to keep it down.

“I’ll tattoo my bald head,” he’s grinning when he tells you, mimicking the way you had propped your head up on your hand, and reaches to swirl one of your own wavy strands around his finger, “Probably shave yours in your sleep to get back at you for jinxing me,”

“Your mother would scalp you if you did such a cruel thing, very unbecoming of the Eyktanay,”

You mock his status over you. He supposed that was fitting for you. The eldest daughter of the Toruk Makto was sure to have an issue with authority,

“Well this is rather unbecoming of me. I could be doing countless other things but sitting in a spring with you smoking a kxener and watching the world go by,”

His argument is valid. Though you know he’s joking there is a twinge in your stomach. An argumentative spark that tells you he isn’t joking- that he did not prioritize you the way you had grown to prioritize him.

The snippy comment rolling off your tongue dies as Ao’nung’s shoulders hunch slightly, leaning his head further down into your space. At this point you were close enough that he could hit the rolled smoke from your own hand.

It was ridiculous. Evil even. How Eywa dangled what you wanted so cruelly in front of your face. The cruel waltz of tension that has suffocated the friendship as you aged. The fact that you can feel your stomach drop at the feeling of his lips so close to your fingers, could taste the shared air between the two of you. Here you sat almost stunned in the shadow of his form.

The Metekyana were large- huge even. An’oung was large amongst them. Well into ten feet you’d assume considering he was ever so taller then his father when he stood straight up. In comparison to his big, stubborn bull-head, your sylphlike hands holding the mostly finished intoxicant to his tantalizing lips looked delicate and small. He could break you. He could toss you around like a rag doll and you’d even thank him after.

You feel bad for the addled look on your face, it’s just been increasingly vexing growing into adulthood due to this bastard. You know you really want to be grinning at his close proximity and the fact that he trusts you so close to his face with something burning. You should be cooing over the fact that he flutters his pretty eyes closed and admires his long eyelashes. Yet you couldn’t stop the bubbling of an attitude under your skin. You knew you were attracted to him, most people had known you had fancied him. Especially when he had grown comfortable enough around you to privy you to the earnest, callowly charming and flustered side of him- but there was something about the way life turned out that kept you both in this tense ‘we aren’t together’, but we are very obviously much more than friends.

You were an older sister at your core. Bossy and with a desire to be the center of attention; Ao’nung thought it was a game to play, and would never fall at your feet the way you charmed others into. At least he’d put up a fight in the pathetically self imposed game you had both committed to.

“Others would gladly take your place, leave then, find somewhere else to be,” you find your resolve finally, after your embarrassing pause.

With a roll of your eyes, you snatch your hand from his lips. In annunciation of your irritation you had stood up slightly, careful to not remove your body from the turquoise waters of the mangrove spring as you began to move towards the end furthest from him.

He doesn’t really like the years-long game you’ve been playing at this moment, and he really doesn’t like that you have moved away from him. He’s tired of competing in this ridiculous long winded courting ritual with you. He’s been at it since he had made you sob when he left Lo’ak outside of the reef all those years ago. It was the first time Ao’nung had been embarrassed by his own actions. He had been spoiled his whole life, taking whatever he could want- and for the first time he realized he had taken something from someone else. He had taken happiness from someone. He thanked Eywa for letting Lo’ak return relatively unharmed, and swore the wretched sobs that had fallen from your lips never again even ticked the back of your throat.

Year's. Years he has gone out of his way to emulate the humility you so easily radiate. You had forced him to grow; for year's he's learned how to be a man who deserved you. He wasn't a perfect man, in his eyes still not very deserving of you; he was still loud, impulsive and painfully cocky. It’s probably what had pushed him to wrap a large hand around your delicate wrist, unceremoniously pulling you back until the back of your thighs touched him, tail squishing between you and the muscle of his thigh.

Though Ao’nung would pride himself in the fact that you haven't sobed once or even cried often in years, he can't say you didn't hiss. As you are right now, a soprano squeal of a hiss right in his face. Now that the kxener was finishing you were pleasantly buzzing; and the quick drawback of your body had made you dizzy. It’s not his actions that have you embarrassed; you're embarrassed your stomach is fluttering at the feeling of coming into contact with his legs and torso, comfortably aware of the heat he added to the warmth of the water. You try to hide the embarrassment of being close to him like this with only half-real annoyance. Had you not been so civilized Ao’nung was sure you would snap that pretty little jaw at him bite a chunk out of his face,

“I am naked!” Your voice cracks as you yelp, hand landing on his thigh, using the waters aid to help elevate yourself off of his lap, mortified as you were far too close to the water's surface to enjoy the privacy the turquoise water had provided you with yet the idea of your bare skin on his was somehow scarier.

“I am not,” he remarks, taking the kxener from you, moving the hand that had grabbed you to land on your thigh.

You freeze in his lap. Now that the sun's completely up there's nothing to hide you. No beautiful colors to bounce off of your face that you can pass off the blushes accreditation.

“Sit and finish it, you wanted to enjoy a relaxing morning- you do not seem so relaxed,”

You blame the softly buzzing high for the softness you feel for him at this moment. Assuring yourself that his stupid oval head wasn’t terribly handsome and that his warm blue eyes didn’t make your chest tighten. You wouldn’t admit to any of the stupid love sick thoughts that have plagued your mind the entire time he’s been here with you.

More so, you certainly wouldn’t admit that despite his usually rowdy behavior and need to bicker with you, sitting against his imposing form made you feel safer than ever before. It was the work of a herbal paranoid if he dared poked fun at you for how it did not take much convincing for you to sit yourself down on his lap. Flinching at the feeling of the fiber of his tweng against the nude back of your thigh and glutes. You hope he doesn’t notice, even going as far as to lay your head on his chest before doing as he told you and lifting the dwindling end to your lips,

“Don’t you want to finish it?” you ask him, refusing to look up at him. Instead you stared intently at the sun over the sea. He runs his fingers across the expanse of your shoulder.

“It’s yours, I want you to enjoy your morning. Besides, unlike you I have real things to do this afternoon,”

You huff at his jab, knowing he respected the work you did around the village and the aid you offered his mother. A small part of you aches over the lingering idea that he didn't think you enjoyed the time spent with him.

“I've already enjoyed my morning. It’s not often the future Ole’eytkan spares time for me and graces me with his presence,”

You know he's busy, you'd never actually hold that over his head. And when you feel him move your hair off of your shoulder and lay his head on top of your own you almost feel bad for reminding him he’s so busy. Especially when he so sweetly caresses your decolletage as well. You didn’t understand how you always danced this edge with Ao’nung. Years of this pining and yet you’d both always end up here. Stuck in a strangely intimate moment that neither of you would dare go past. You are glad to finish though, finally tossing the item that had kept you both in this painfully frustrating stalemate, maybe you’d go sulk the rest of the day as he was busy doing Eywa knows what.

It’s your ego really, that makes you want to end the morning. Or embarrassment. How could you be sitting naked on top of him; how could you have let this go on all morning. Not just this morning actually, how could you have played this game so long with him when you were so unsure of his own feelings.

“I’m going to prune though so we should get out,”

Your voice is snippy when you speak to him. Hurt evident in your voice as you look up, and finally notice that he’s staring intently down at you. Committing the sight of your nude lissome Omatakyan form perched on his lap to memory. His wagging tail rippling the water and allowing him to watch the waters reflection dance across the bare sapphire of your skin. You were often close to Ao’nung. He didn’t make you uncomfortable in the slightest. You had sat in similar positions, been casually intimate- hell when you were younger the whole group of you would sleep in piles. Being pressed against him wasn’t new to you, yet this is very different. He had made the situation you were in very different in the span of minutes.

“Ao’ i’m serious-“ your voice cracks, “We’ve been here far too long, i’m sure someone will come looking for you-”

“Only me, you and Eywa here,”

It’s said with such a coy yearning you can’t help but flush purple. It wasn’t often that he had ever caught you off guard- at least not to this extent. Despite his usual impulsive nature he was usually relatively predictable when it came to you,

“Y-you’re never serious,” your ears flatten, when you try to turn your head, however his hand is quick to catch your cheek, and he uses his thumb to smush both together.

It’s not as easy for your tail to wag submerged in the water, not as easy as his does. You’re fighting against the water but you can’t help the flick of your tail- there was too much going on. You felt too much. You’re not really sure why you keep up the charade. He knew you had a great deal of admiration for him surely he wouldn’t have drawn this out had he not been interested in you?

“How could I not be serious when the most enchanting woman in all of Pandora is looking up at me like that?” and his big hand is dwarfing your cheeks and you can swear that you’d choke if you spoke, “Huh? All shy now are you?”

You weren’t shy. How could he call you shy? Shy was hiding away from him or avoiding conversation. He couldn’t call you shy if he did things to embarrass you into dumbfounded silence.

“You drive me ins-”

Your scold dies at the feeling of his kiss on your lips. It’s soft and his breathing against your face makes you smile. It's embarrassing how instant the grin is. How can you be mad when he’s kissing you finally. Perhaps you’d just say you were throwing a nantang a bone when your greedy berry stained tongue eagerly glided across his lip, or when your hips dug down into his lap, curling your tail around his thigh. Ao’nung could justify that his hands gripping and groping frantically as your sun warmed torso pulling you back into him was him doing the same.

And when one of your hands falls to caress your nails against the skin of his lower abs he can’t stop his hips from jerking and thrusting upwards into you, sending your body jostling up. Prematurely ending the oral exploration of both of your tongues.

There’s a string of his saliva connecting you together and his hands brace your jolted form. He means to ask you if you’re alright much quicker then he does. He can’t help but get distracted by your pretty flushed cheeks and with your wide amorous amber eyes. It set him a thrill with a sense of his own stomach warming bliss. He can’t shake his worry though. Worried he had pushed too far too suddenly.

“C’mon, you’re not ready for all this yet,” he rubs his nose against yours, and lets you kiss him softly again.

He paws at your hip, and then motions back towards the village with his head breaking your lips apart. How could you have possibly wanted to go back to the village now? You give him a queried look at his cocky barb,

“Perhaps you’re the one not ready for me,”

The raillery in your voice is a comfort that would have made his knees buckle had he not been seated. He smiles, because he knows you’re both right; and his cheeks hurt from the grin as he watches your eyes flutter close as your noses touch once more. A magnetic force that kept bringing your faces close to one another. You couldn’t see him now that your eyes were closed and you were enjoying the comfort of being close to him. It made him shift in his seat. You couldn’t see him. Not now. Not when he wanted you to see him so terribly. See how hard he had worked for you- see how badly he wanted you to just tell him you wanted him so he could move past this terrible feeling of insecurity he had over you. Then again perhaps, he thought it meant more in this moment that you knew him. Knew him so well that you could see past his coyness. As if to coax him further you bite down gently at his lip.

How could he leave you wanton like this? He relishes in the the sweet wiggle of your body at the gentle press of the pads of his calloused fingers roaming the length of your spine and dancing across the valley of your breasts. Soft and slow—just for the sake of caressing you. He has wanted to touch you like this for as long as he could remember. None of his lingering touches or platonic embraces could pale to the invigorating pulse your skin against his gave him. And he’s barely touching you- ghosting over your pretty sapphire skin and you’re trembling. Trying to squirm away from his lithe hands as to prevent his gliding fingers in their pursuit towards your peaked nipples. He’s sure the drag of his fingers as he groped at you was probably more tortuous than any direct overstimulation he could cause you but he wouldn’t grant you that clemency. Not until he feels satisfied that you’ve been disproven. That he was more than capable of taking care of you, more than ready to.

Ao’nung is competitive, and you know this. He knows you know this. How often have you both gotten into trouble over silly competition? He can’t help but huff at the thought that you knew how to press his buttons and roll his hips up once more. The sound of water squishing between where you meet makes your ears fall flat against your head and your nails dig into the soft skin below his abs.

“Ya, yer gonna see,” He moves with you easily, sliding from under you and propping your knees up on the smooth stone you had both sat on previously, standing behind you.

Ao’nung casts an imposing shadow over yourself and the ground around you. The water only offers to cover you to the top of your thigh, rendering you the most exposed you’ve ever been for him. You can’t help but shift your weight and squirm at the feeling of Ao’nung wrapping his hands around the freshly cleaned halo of curls that were your last sense of modesty. Now that he’s pushed your hair over your shoulder there’s nothing stopping him from seeing all of you. You attempt to focus on how the ends of your hair dip into the water, or how tan your freckling hands and arm appear next to the light lime wash of the smooth stony structures of the springs.

You feel strange, knees on the smooth stone you had originally sat on, palms bracing yourself on the stoney ledge as his prodigious hands dance up and down the shape of your curves while he causes in the water to plop rhythmic against your skin as he gives into his desire to rut against your form quickly. He is even quicker to catch himself and return his focus to you. You should feel much more vulnerable than you do at this moment- quite literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. Yet the cooling overcast of his form protecting you from the sweltering rays of light made you feel far more secure then you had previously thought.

It’s tantalizing- dizzying even when you feel his fingers run down the expanse of your back. It was easy for him to become distracted with the enchanting visage of your form arched prettily in front of him.

He knows you were right. He was nervous. For more reasons than one. Firstly the longer the sun made its ascension into the sky the more likely anyone could have the misfortune of stumbling upon you. More importantly he knows he should not mate with you right here. That you deserve much better than this. He aches knowing this is the closest he has ever gotten to it despite years of literally grasping at sand for the chance to be mounted over you like he was now.

Ao’nung did not have the resolve of a man you deserved though. He couldn’t swallow the anxiety he felt over the fact that perhaps if he didn’t come across you today someone else would have. And you would have been bent over for them. He wanted to do this much better for you- as cliche as it sounded. Yet, when he watched his hand dwarf the intricate and soft dips of the dimples that framed the sides of your softly twitching tail, his resolve snapped.

“Yer’ gonna be my Tsahìk?”

He watches you jolt under his sudden slurred words, the added stimulation of his left palm gripping the pliable sphere of meat that was only centimeters from his own longing groin adding to your need. Gripping just a bit too roughly. He didn’t mean to handle you so impolitely, he could not bring himself to have any resolve as his fingers curl against your skin to pull you apart for him. He’s embarrassed at how excited he is to receive the reward of your pretty moan at his chilling intrusion. He had been blessed with hearing your whiney groans and faux whimpery cries many times before, but he had never been privy to such an entrancing sound as your desperate moan.

He can’t stop his upper body from clambering down, hands quickly bracing his imposing form down on the same rock that held you up. His face instantly in the visible crook of your neck. All you can do is turn and gaze dumbfounded at his hand that twitches almost too closely to your own while you listen to him practically pant in your alert ear. His panting breath cracks in your ear when you raise your hips slightly, the feeling of the ridge of your tail, and curve of your ass against his ever throbbing manhood results in his own guttural moan followed by a sloppy open mouth kiss under your ear.

“Ao’nung, please,”

You don’t know what you’re pleading for him to do and he can’t believe you could be the one pleading right now considering how tightly you had wound him up already. He can’t bring himself to understand the complexities of your own emotions when he can now fully feel his body on top of yours.

“Please what, huh? Want me to mate you? G’onna be mine?” He enunciated his words with uncharacteristically gentle kisses to your neck.

You hear the wet plap of him forcing the fabric of his tweng down enough for you to feel the weight of him on your back. You’re unsure if the tender caress from your sensitive belly up to the valley of your breast from his free hand is what makes you shiver, or the feeling of the heavy tip of his cock that still manages to hang down onto your body despite Ao'nungs desperate grip at his own base.

Instantly one of your hands reaches to clasp around his wrist that has moved electrifyingly close to your breast, dinging your nails into him ever so slightly, causing him to jerk slightly. You huff at the feeling of his tip smearing precum across the small of your back.

“I thought you wanted me to enjoy my morning- why must you torture me instead,”

There was that pretty desperate whine. That inexorable and perpetual babble that you put on to get the things you wanted from those around you. He wanted to say he had better resolve then them, but the sound of your frustration laced whine has the weight of his cock twitching against the pudge of your ass. The wrist you had grabbed onto continued its ascension up your body, fingers dancing up your neck until he could hold your mandible.

It’s endearing really, the view he’s greeted with. With the easy squish of the cute chub of your cheeks together between his big hand, he’s effortlessly forcing you to look up at him. The Metkayina were expressive, maybe because they signed to each other a great deal- you wouldn’t know. But you’d still thank Eywa for it, as you can’t deny the aura of pure desire that radiates off of his face like the heatwaves the morning sun had begun to cast across the horizon. Eyes blown out wide, and the ends of his kiss swollen lips curled into a soft smile.

A soft smile that doesn't match the feeling in your stomach when his big hand leaves your ass and wraps around the base of your kuru. You swear you see Eywa in his eyes, and he swears he hears her in your gasp. He’s quick to push his lips back onto yours despite the unnatural position. And though your spine and neck ache from the arch he has pulled you back into you can’t help but clank your teeth together as you kiss again. You’re not sure who’s spit is all over you both; all you know is the sloshing sound of your mouths and the embarrassing sound of water sloshing at the disturbance of his rocking hips that ground his twitching cock against your ass. He wanted to reach down and force your tail out of the way so he could relish in the feeling of you hammocking his throbbing cock- but he had something far more important to deal with.

The most beautiful girl in all of Pandora was sparkling in the sun below him, and you wanted him as terribly as he wanted you. He really did want you to enjoy your morning and promised himself you’d enjoy every morning after this one too.

“I need you,” You’re whining into his mouth.

The very woman he has painfully longed after- the love of his life- was moaning into his mouth as he kissed them. The huffy and croaked out, “Need all of you,” should have been all he needed to hear from you. All he had ever wanted to hear from you. Nonetheless, Ao’nungs egotistical charm was a facade. In actuality he was terribly insecure. In fact he couldn’t truly wrap his head around how he had even gotten this far with you. He grounds himself in the feeling of your heavy breaths against his lips before he speaks,

“Tell me how bad you want tsaheylu. Tell me how bad you want me to be your mate,”

He doesn’t mean the growling undertone of his voice, or the side to side grind of his hips against your ass, but he loves the feeling of your cute little tail rolling over his cock at the motion and he can’t control how good he feels. Your wide eyes would be enough consent, the adoration in your topaz iris unmistakable.

“Nga yawne lu oer,”

One of your hands reaches up to hook around his neck, letting your delicate hand wrap around the base of his own kuru. And in the same breath you just loved him in, you assure him-

“I see you, Ao’nung. I see the real you. I want you so bad,”

He would normally laugh at the weakened tug at his kuru, but all you want is for him to kiss you again. How could he laugh when his pretty girl is begging him so nicely? How can he not kiss you once more and run his big hand down your delicate kuru. Dance his fingers across the pretty, intricate and adorned goddess loc protecting it. Had he felt a bit meaner he would have twisted the little curls that escaped it’s end just to hear you squeal and whine.

He had more pressing matters. Something far more interesting for him to focus on. You had a bundle of nerves practically dying to be connected to him, flailing tendrils kissing the bottom of his abs. Desperately swiping across the water slicked skin of his stomach looking for his own nerves to curl and wrap into. You wanted to feel him. All of him and it drove him wild. By the time his fingers trail the nerves of your tswin you’re crying. Actual tears that clump your pretty long lashes together and redden the tip of your cute crinkled nose.

His throat hurts. Choking on his breath at your sparkling tears. He can’t help but use one strong arm to cradle you into his body, pulling your torso taught against his own and relishing in the feeling of your boobs squishing against his arm. He tries to sooth you, hushing you with a voice uncharacteristically gentle for the man you had spent the end of your childhood roughhousing and bantering with.

“Shhh, tanhì,” his head is besides yours again, and you welcome the feeling of your cheeks rubbing together, and the gentle nuzzling of his face into the crook of your neck, “Nga yawne lu oer, why do you cry pretty baby?”

He feels you clench below your tail when he asks, and he feels bad for the bead of precum that squeezes on the dip of your spine again. Your soft quivering,

“‘s too much,” as you shake your head a bit, “feel’s too much,” your rounded red eyes peer up at him again. You’re blushing now, purple and pretty for him.

“Let me feel it with you then, ya?” Your noses are slotted against each other when he moves to speak against the crown of your head, ending his question with a kiss to your slightly furrowed forehead. He lets the arm bracing you against him slowly begin to tweak your ridged nipple between his fingers. Letting himself enjoy the feeling of it hardening between his thumb and pointer finger, “Please, Ao’- wanna feel you,”

There’s a chuckling undertone in his huff as you drop forward on your arms again, bracing your palms onto the watery ledge. Though he had wanted to pull you back up, the sight of you arching your back and grinding yourself back into him grants you reprieve from having to hold yourself up.

It was almost difficulty, shaking your hips against him as well as you could from your knelt position, yet the stones assault on your knees was barely an afterthought as you had finally arched yourself in such a way that Ao’nung’s balls had finally began to drag blissfully across your swollen clit.

He doesn’t think you’ve ever sounded so pretty. Practically purring under him and gasping as you grind yourself against him and he paws at your breast. He’s proven wrong when he watches you jolt at the feeling of the hair at the end of his kuru raise towards where he dropped yours against your back. You feel the teasing kisses of his own tendrils on the skin just before where your own danced wildly waiting for him, “One more time baby, tell me you want me. I need you t’be sure,”

Had you not been driven mad by the slow pace he had subjected you to you’d have felt bad for the obvious crack in his voice. You hated that he thought you didn’t love him, it’s what drove you to reach up and grab for the base of his own braid,

“Ao’nung if you don’t i’m going to lose my-“

You don’t finish your reprimand. You can’t. Not when you feel his tswin latch onto yours, pulling you tightly into him. Tsaheylu. You had ridden ikrans and ilus of course- but this was different. Like a rush below your skin that left you panting in his arms. You had never felt like this before. Never throbbed like this before. All you could do was squeal as a relentless wave of wetness practically leaked from your twitching cunt. In a desperate attempt to ground yourself from the sudden rush of fire across your body you raise you hand from the base of his own kuru to the mass of curls held up in a bun.

You didn’t mean to yank at the tie that kept them out of the way. In fact, you were shocked when his inky tresses fell forward, covering you in a curled veil of obsidian and forcing you to drown in the smell of salted ambergris of the sea and smoke that was permanently locked in the ringlets of Ao’nungs mane. It blocked you from perceiving anything that wasn’t him, not only could you feel him, you couldn’t see anything besides him. He had engulfed your senses the same way he had engulfed your mind.

“Oh f-uck,” Eywa save you, his throaty whine makes you drop your body weight against the arm that had originally only been ghosting across your breasts, rendering you into a blubbering pile of putty forced to listen to him practically moan into your ear that, “I had no idea you were feeling so good baby,”

You can hear the swish of his paddled tail as it escapes the confines of the spring that you’d blame the sweat accumulating on your body to. You can feel how absolutely delighted he was. Though you couldn’t physically see where your nerves became his you couldn’t shake the picture between your eyes. As though the pretty loop of your braids had been branded behind the eyelid of your third eye by your mate.

“Ma’ pretty mate wants me so badly,” his opposite hand meanly grips at the fat of your hip, pulling you up to him.

You felt like a rag doll, pulled up against him just so he could grind you up and down against his length. He can understand why you were crying now. You felt a lot of emotions for having such a small form, it’s probably why you had the attitude problems you did. The mixture of panic and uncontrolled longing that tickled the pit of your stomach was an addicting feeling to him however. He makes a cruel grab at the base of your tail caressing his thumb on the smooth, sensitive skin under your tail.

“You’re either gonna move your tail out of my way or I'm going to move it for you,”

He’s straightening his back a bit as he speaks, arm sliding to let you go slightly, though his grip on your tit stays firm. Almost too quickly your tail curls up to give him a view he’s been dying for since he’s stumbled upon you this morning.

You’re swollen and flushed and so wet. He wonders how long you’ve been this sticky. And you don’t even care that he’s practically drooling over the sight of your pretty tail curled up because that pretty useless head of yours is too busy swirling with silly little thoughts about how much you loved him. He was sure it was some evolutionary effect to get people to keep having kids to keep their species alive, but to Ao’nung nothing has ever felt real to him. Maybe love was a scam for everyone else, but for him? Eywa herself couldn’t offer him more than the moment in front of him.

“Prettiest thing I ever fucking seen,” His hand had to leave your azure tail to palm at himself. He had only just began to realize how badly he was throbbing for you, “Need you so bad too,”

You rub yourself against him, pushing one of your hands down on the rock to offer more pressure

“Ao’nung please, i’ll be okay you can-“

You’re cut off with your own shaken breath when you feel him rub the blunt end of himself against your sticky slit.

“Nu-uh,” he’s hunched forward over you again, rubbing the head of his cock against your slit, “you can’t take it like this,”

It’s your turn to feel shared panic. Not that you focus on it, choosing to clutch to his arms as the speed of his steadily rubbing intrusions picks up. It feels good. Too good on your still stoned, too stimulated body. Too good considering you can feel how good he feels. Every time the tip of his cock slides over your swollen clit and catches another glob of slick that only makes it easier to speed his assault up you moan.

Your thighs clench against him, but it does little to deter him. Not at his size. Not when he’s obsessed with the fact that he’s so much bigger than you. There wasn’t a thing you could do to keep him from making you cum. It really was foolish for you to clench your thighs. It only served to create a new angle for him to rub against. The smile you can hear in his moans is almost as embarrassing as the sloshing sound of your cunt at the enjoyable pace he had set.

He really did want to finger you, he wanted to feel your pretty cunt clench down around his pointer and middle finger too terribly but he can’t avoid the painful throb of his cock any longer. He’d been ignoring the pulse of his lower stomach since he had first seen the heavenly image of you sitting nude in the water watching the pink and lilac sky kiss stars goodbye. He was glad you seemed to like the intrusion of him practically jerking himself into you. Coating his cock in the enticingly scented albumen of your slick. He could cum probably, if he wasn’t already buzzing with overstimulation.

The naive part of him is confused when he watches your hips roll away from him, thighs clenching. Maybe it means you want him away from you, but all he can feel is the part of you screaming in his brain to keep going. So his hips follow yours so he can continue the sloppy drag of his cock-head though your folds. He’s starstruck when he catches on your clit rather roughly and is gifted with the sight of your spazzaming leaking cunt.

He’s so occupied with the liquid leaving you’re pretty swollen hole that the hand holding your chest up drops down to your tail again, yanking your hips up. He drops his cock from his hands to continue his assault on you with his fingers to rub faster then he previously was. You scream and he’s never been happier. The sight of him holding you up by your tail (that now wraps up around his forearm) while you brace yourself up by your hands as he rubs an orgasm from you, extending it as far as he could.

He knows he made you feel good and it only adds to how good he feels. If he was a bit more shameless he’d have probably busted the second you started leaking onto his swollen tip. His patience was almost in vain as he watched you lay your head on your arms, sitting up on your knees more to arch your back for him.

“Ao’ wan’ you to feel good too,”

So considerate of him always. He can feel the throb of your pretty pussy from where he still holds your tail. He laughs a little, he can’t help it. It’s a little mean when he sends a softish spank to where your ass meets your thigh. It’s mostly just to see your pretty body jolt under him, and to hear your pretty whine but it’s also to give him a second to compose himself. He’s not trying to claim your pretty azure skin with his cum yet.

And you look at him with those pretty slitted eyes, plump lips curled into the softest snarl he’s ever seen on your bratty little face. He doesn’t mean to so unceremoniously hunch down to catch your face in his palm and kiss you. He’s just so excited that he finally has what he wants.

“I can put it in ya?” He mumbles against your lips,

“Gonna let me make you feel good?” He questions again, and it’s his turn for a twitch to shoot up his cock to the soft patch of fat below his abs at your pretty moan.

“Ao’ you can! You y-you don’t have to ask,”

He ignores the amusement over how snappy your sentence started, yet ended in hiccupy adoration filled stumbles. Once again he’s lining himself up against your slit, and with the added force you can finally feel the girth of him. You’re thankful he hasn’t let you see him fully yet, worried the sight might have unsettled you more than the feeling.

He has to refrain himself from shooting forward, shoving you full in one snap of his hips. Has to stand up and slide his weighty dick between your cheeks to lay it on your back just to remind himself how deep he’d be in you. Sliding against you for a few lazy thrusts just to admire the view. He's dumbfounded at how intrusive his cock would be in comparison to whatever Omatikaya loser Eywa had intended for you to be mated with before he had set his eyes on you. One hand moves to spread your cheek one more time, the other returning to its place on his cock to help guide him between your folds. He starts groaning as he pushes the tip in.

Warm. Fuck you’re warmer then the suns rays on his back. Warmer than the heat his downed hair traps around him. And you match his moan. A hypnotizing harmonization that’s only paused when he feels a foreign stinging. A warm burn where he had never felt pain before, and though it was nothing more than an inconvenience he couldn’t stand the idea of his girl in any pain. You didn’t even get a chance to whine at the stretch before two if his large fingers are clamoring over your bud, trying his best to roll tight figure eights to lessen the sting for you.

Ao’nung can’t help but be confused. He can feel you slicking up his cock as he pushes in, the sheer wetness welcoming him in with almost ease. The only resistance the clenching muscle could offer against his intrusion was the sheer tightness of it.

Why is one hand reaching up to dig your pretty nails into his thigh, to scratch and push at him even though you’re feeling so good? Do you forget he can feel you? Can he blame it on you feeling too good? He’s not even half way into you and yet your hips keep stuttering away from him. He’s even paused his movement to appreciate your little huffs over being split open on him,

“You are alright,” you feel one his hands wrap around your waist, guiding you to sit up on your knees all the way out of the water, forcing his cock to slide out slightly. He makes sure to guide your face up towards you, forcing your eyes to lock on his.

His big hand then sides under your thigh and pulls your one leg up. It’s an embarrassing display, Ao’nung holding one of your legs up against your chest so he could force the remnants of his aching cock into your hole.

“Ya yer pussy knows it’s mine. Good girl sucking me right in,”

Both of your round exultant eyes are locked onto each other as he bottoms out, his words making you clench down. You marvel at the flush of his face and the hiss that falls past his teeth after the wet plap of his balls hit your ass. You swear you can feel him against your fruit filled stomach. As though he had truly impaled you on something. There was no way he could have prepared you for such a stretch. It was nothing like any of the self imposed violations against your cunt by your own fingers- what Ao’nung was doing to you was entirely different. This was beyond any girlish fantasy that had ever crossed your mind about the man.

"I need a second please-wait,” you sound so desperate for someone who knows that he’d never think of pushing you past your limit- not this time, not like this. Not when you’ve been so kind as to let him mate with you. He doesn’t answer you, kissing up and down your neck and shoulders. Allowing himself to bite and suck as he rolls your clit between his fingers,

“Deep breath baby, I already taught you how to breathe. Don’t make me do it again,”

There’s a smile against your throat as you feel him suck particularly hard, it makes you smile too. You don’t know why you listen to him, taking in a deep breath and craning your neck to lay against his chest.

His ego has skyrocketed. Feeling how much you liked being crammed down on his dick while he played with your pretty clit, legs spread wide for him. He hasn't even really gotten started and you feel twitchy like before you came. He can admit you’re clouding his brain quicker then he intended. He hadn’t felt so brain dead since his very first rut (which he had spent the entirety of silently fixated on you). He doesn’t really mean to shift his hips, doesn’t mean to push his fat cock deeper into your sweet little hole-

"Ah fuck, too big- it's too big!"

The sight of your furrowed eyes looking up at him makes his chest tighten and his dick a little harder. You didn’t mean it- even if he could feel the aftershock of the burn that dances across your nervous system into his. He knows you don’t mean it cause you’re grinding your pretty cunt against him. Chasing the high his fingers against your clit are providing.

“Stop ya whining,” he knows he’s been nice enough to you. Which is why he pinches down on your swollen clit ever so gently, twisting softly between the pads of his fingers ruining how close to a second release you were. It feels good when it makes you jump and impale yourself deeper against his cock, "Maybe you're just really fucking tiny,"

And with his words he begins the slow roll of his hips forward. After the few experimental rolls of his hips in conjunction with his comforting mumbles that you would be fine, Ao’nung feels that he can finally pull almost all the way out of you. You hate the feeling of being empty so suddenly, and are almost too loud when he begins to deliver shallow thrust into you. The water of the spring is splashing below you, and the sound of the spring mixed with the violent wet slapping of your skin together would alert anyone who got too close to the springs as to the torture Ao’nung was putting you though.

As if he is reading your mind (he probably is in one way or another) his mean hand grips the fat of your thigh tighter, and forces the leg higher in effort to open you more- so far even that you feel your lips part completely- as he uses the fat of your thigh as reigns to deliver deeper thrust.

“Ya yer right, anyone could walk out here with your legs wide fuckin open for me, huh?” he starts, and you wrap your tail around his torso to keep yourself stabilized against his thrusts into you, “Toruk Maktos daughter getting fucked stupid in public,”

He’s biting you again, just to hear that pretty little squeal and feel your pussy clamp down on him. He knows he should wait just a little longer before revving up the brutality of his pace- but the sight of you drove him to madness. And feeling your fingers reaching up to knot into his hair and yank only spurs him on more.

Feeling you cum felt better the second time then the first time. Is dizzying how quickly this one crashes over you. He’s a little disappointed that there’s a lack of liquid to splash against his muscular thighs this time, but promised himself your third would be messy after seeing the creamy ring you left around his cock. A welcome addition of more lubricate so he could comfortably drag against your spongy wall. It mind numbing how good it felt to fuck you though it- he was sure you were tearing up his thighs with your pretty up kept nails but he couldn’t be bothered with the white hot burn when he feels the lingering throb of your orgasm.

“Wrap your arms around my neck, baby,” he pleads with his lips against you, thrusting at an almost animalistic pace.

The up kick in the power of his thrust distracts you. You don’t move quick enough for him as he growls, smacking at the bundle of nerves between your legs. It’s all it takes for you to jolt and snap your arms above you and wrap them around his neck.

It knocks the wind out of your smoke assaulted lungs when his other arm loops around your other thigh. Heaving you out of the water into his arms. You see the world from an uncomfortably high angle as he stands straighter. Gasping as you grasp the inky tendrils of his hair in a painful tug.

“Oh fuck,”

It’s sinful, the way he’s slamming you up and down on him. Bouncing you in the air like a toy. Small and weightless in his hands as he used you to cum. There was an ache in your hips at the position, the sea breeze against your exposed cunt only edged you on more though. You were shaking in his hands, and he’s never seen you so delicate and vulnerable for him- he’d be sure to make fun of how quickly his dick turned your sour bratty mood into nothing but a brain dead euphoric smile.

“All you fucking needed all these years, huh?” he asks you, “Woulda saved me so much grief if I had just mated with you then, huh?”

He isn’t expecting an answer, just mindlessly babbling to himself as he slides against the spongey spot of your cunt. It’s amazing to him how you jerk in his arms, stretching yourself backwards to clutch onto his neck better, straining your head sideways to pull at his hair and yank him into another sloppy kiss. Your wet lips are chilled by his breath as he pulls away,

“Touch your pussy for me baby, I wan’na cum so bad,”

As if he needs to feel your orgasm rip across his nervous system to make him cum. How could you deny the pretty aqua eyes pleading with you. It doesn’t feel as good when you do it considering you had grown so used to his much larger fingers padding against you but it still felt good. Too good to be so dirty. Too good to be mated in the early hours of the morning in a public space. His hips jerk up to match the painful drop of your ragdolled body against him and it makes you see stars. Stars that were successful in blinding him as well.

“Ya that’s it baby, don’t stop-“

It hurts to clench down on him. The painful snap behind your belly button could only be met with you dead weighing your body down deeper onto his cock and the fluttering push of your plush cunt.

He could have topped over with the speed he used to look down over your shoulder. He didn’t want to miss the sight of your pussy cumming for him. Not when you show him how much his pretty pussy can gush for him. He thought the small splash of liquid from your first orgasm was squirting- but at the sight of the liquid that sprays against the rocks ahead of you his thrusts grow sloppy. He doesn’t know how he was so lucky to have your juices splash up into him but he’s thankful for it- never wants the smell of you to leave his face.

How can he not want to cum at the feeling of your body completely giving into him. Laying limp in his big arms while he fucked up into you. There was no clenching resistance of your fluttering hole or pulling yourself up off of his body. Only his pretty girl in his arms getting filled the way no other man could ever fill her.

He hates how bad it hurts to slide out of you when he feels himself starting to cum. You offer no support in keeping his composure as your fingers slide down from where they rested on your cunt and gently caress the tips of your fingers against his tightening ballsack.

“You’re gonna make me cum,”

He knows he’ll never live down the breathy gasp of his words or moaning the way he does for you. He prays no one is within earshot of the wanton moans that leave his throat but he can’t help himself. You’re so wet and warm and tight. He swore there wasn’t a pussy in all of Pandora that would milk him half as well.

And Eywa, when he finally finds the strength to give in and pull out and your small palm wraps around the head of his cock, twisting and jerking him until an embarrassingly fat load shoots from him- he can't stop the loud growl that his moans turn into.

He would accredit the buckle of his knees to the fact that you were failing at aiming his cum towards your belly due to the erratic jerking of your hand against the tip of his cock, sending his cum not only over your pretty body, but shooting haphazardly onto the floor and most likely into the water. But the real reason for his weak legs was the sweet and huffed way you were babbling that you would love him forever.

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Hi, Hello, I need to talk about Bruce

This beautiful man right here <3

IDK how much of this to consider spoilers for Trolls Band Together, so I'm doing all of it!

♠️ - ♣️ - ♥️ - ♦️ SPOILERS FOR BAND TOGETHER ♠️ - ♣️ - ♥️ - ♦️

Y'know, Branch's purple haired brother who's my favorite of his brothers for a few different reasons that I'm about to spew onto Tumblr at an unreasonable hour?

Okay so, Bruce is my favorite, and I think it's bullshit that the wiki calls him Spruce despite that not being his name anymore.

Trans headcanon? Maybe. Anyways!

I love how Bruce is written for many different reasons, I also love how he's handled when it comes to his body type.

1 minute before going on stage, JD says he expects 100 more crunches before show-time, which is insane considering Bruce (I know that's not his name at this point, but that is what we're calling him) has already done over 500, and 100 crunches in 60 seconds? I don't think that's even possible.

Ofc this is who JD is as a character, BUT THIS POST ISN'T ABOUT HIM, he's just a walking ick.

I can't imagine this kind of treatment, which is implied to have gone on for quite some time...

...would give anybody a positive view of their body. I'm not going to add things on to make JD a worse person, even if I don't like him, but from what bits and pieces we do see, he puts more emphasis on Bruce's physical body than any of his other brothers.

For his other brothers, it's more about their clothing and personality presentation. Bruce? The emphasis was his body, abs specifically.

It's not like he wasn't proud of them, but I feel as if they were another thing that still connected him to JD. All the brothers changed things about themselves that JD put emphasis on (Except Floyd, ig?).

But I'm straying away from the point I was trying to get to.

By the time we see Bruce again, he's lost the abs and put on some weight. However, this is not treated as a bad thing. Which I absolutely adore.

He's still perceived as attractive!! No jokes about "letting himself go" or even any jokes about putting on weight because he got married or whatever.

He's not muscular anymore, he's more laid-back and lives on VACATION ISLAND FOR FUCKS SAKE! He doesn't appear to have such a rigorous work-out routine anymore... Except his kids. I'd say having children 3 times your size would be intense.

Speaking of his children...

THIS MAN HAD THIRTEEN CHILDREN??? My man, why

But I digress.

Also, not only is him being plus-size not treated as a joke or a negative thing, but

HE STAYS THAT WAY!

Genuinely he makes me so happy, you guys have no idea. I love him.

Anyways, some smaller tid bits that I love about Bruce~

THIS MAN'S HAIR <3 <3 <3 <3 I will explode. ALSO THOSE BANGS AAAA

Him and his wife ughhhh <3 They're so goddamn cute.

Also we have a similar taste in women, which is "tall".

There are too many screenshots of his kids I could share, but I love dad Bruce.

This fucking quote.

It lives rent free in my brain and I laugh like a child every time I hear it.

Probably my #1 favorite quote from the entire movie I laughed so hard

Look at how cute he is here

Him looking so proud of his baby brother

Anyways it's 1 am and my alarm is set for 7 so ima go to bed. I have negative points about Bruce too that I do wanna touch on at some point, but I just needed to dump all my love for him.

This is my coping mechanism for finals week.

#trolls #trolls dreamworks #dreamworks trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls bruce #clem's rambles

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wannabegwenstacy · 1 year

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Eden's Favorite Scoups Tumblr Fics

updated: 5/2/2023

A/N: check out the full svt fic recs masterlist for some of the other members. warning i'm a baby carat so its not super full yet and i currently have only some members posts created currently. will be updating with more fic recs periodically. :)

A/N: Also, I don't have a lot of fics linked yet. :( Will continue reading and updating periodically.

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Terrifyingly Innocent by @twogyuu

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, fake dating, slowburn, older brother’s best friend!Seungcheol, badboy!Seungcheol, innocent!reader, older brother!Jihoon, non-idol!au, university!au, low-key Crazy Rich Asians!au (Seungcheol is RICH - implied chaebol lifestyle, Jihoon and reader's family aren't chaebols and are commoners but well-off)

Warnings: PG-13, specific warnings will be listed per chapter.

Summary: Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day.

push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by @dontflailmenow

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader

word count: 50,301

genre: smut (18+), enemies to lovers, camboy au, angst (with a happy ending)

Warnings: adult language, excessive use of petnames, copious amounts of banter, e2l antagonism/shenanigans, camboy!cheol, strength kink, size kink, blink and you miss it sir kink, reader likes being a brat and cheol is into it, brief discussion about/hints of potential sexual power dynamics (but they're pretty tame imo), two instances of ass-swatting, mutually consensual possessiveness, semi-public touching, explicit sexual content: masturbation (m. and f.), manual stimulation (m. and f. receive), oral sex (m. and f. receive), protected and unprotected sex + creampie.

Summary: thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off.

baguette by @bwinnies

Pairing: choi seungcheol x reader

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: FLUFF , some cursing , food is mentioned (they’re in a grocery store) , seungcheol may make u kinda weak ngl

FINE DINING 101: STEP ONE (s.c) by @ncteez

Pairing: seungcheol x afab reader

Wordcount: 3.6k

Warnings: pussy eating (he gets in there), masturbation in the form of humping the mattress and then into his hand, finger fucking, there isn’t any penetration or anything but like– maybe in a part two they can actually do more??? idk it depends on if y’all want a part two.

Summary: Is it weird that no man has ever given you some good head and your best friend is a bit annoyed by that? Probably not. Is it weird that he offers to eat you out after a particularly bad date? Oh yeah, for sure. You’re still gonna let him though.

or the one where seungcheol proves to you just how good he is at giving head.

Remind Me by @milfgyuu

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.7k

Genre: fluff, humor

Warnings: mc gets drunk, cheol sleeps in underwear only (u can fight me on this), like one (1) unintentional innuendo.

Summary: You’ve had a little too much to drink at your sister’s wedding and can’t understand how or why Choi Seungcheol of all people is assigned to babysit you.

ice cold, cabin fever by @smileysuh

Pairing: Seungcheol & Mingyu x afab!Reader

Rating: 18+ explicit

Wordcount: 25.9k

AU's: e2l, s2l, step brothers Jihan, non idol, ski resort, roomies, etc...

Warnings: threesome, daddy issues, mean/tsundere cheol, wet dreams, spanking, marking, dirty talk, choking, unprotected sex, pain kink, dacryphilia, breast play, praise, degradation, fingering, oral, hand job, blow job, multiple orgasms, overstim, edging, orgasm denial, manhandling, size kink, cumplay, finger sucking, spit roasting, hair pulling, voyeurism, | petnames: (hers) princess, bitch, whore, baby (s.coups) cheol, douche, dick, daddy (mingyu) gyu.

Summary/Preview: "come on, let’s just go back to snakes and ladders and you can pretend we’re not snowed in with no firewood and a dude you hate locked in the bathroom."

inflection point series by @lovelyhan

Pairing: jeonghan x reader x seungcheol

Wordcount: 6.3k + 8.3k + 7.6k

Tags: unresolved emotional tension, friends to lovers on the hannie side of things, lovers to exes to enemies to lovers again on the cheol side of things, established relationship, angst, smut

Warnings: | pt.2 : implied alcohol consumption, graphic sexual content (minors dni!!) | pt.3 : graphic sexual content (minors dni!!)

Summary: you love yoon jeonghan. no, scratch that. you fucking adore yoon jeonghan; so much that the moment he asks you to be in an exclusive set-up with his current partner, you accept the offer in a heartbeat. what you fail to consider, however, is who your boss’ boyfriend actually is.

Bite That Lip | One-Shot (Seungcheol) by @beahae

Pairings: Seungcheol/S.Coups x Reader(f)

Rating/genre: M18+, friends-with-benefits to ???; smut 💖, mild angst/fluff

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: Explicit smut, unprotected vaginal penetration, spanking, dom!Cheol and sub!reader, finger sucking, Cheol and Mingyu both lift and carry reader, reader wears workout clothes (sports bra, leggings), sorta sweaty sex, creampie, degradation, kind of breeding kink (depends what you consider a breeding kink to be), reader is referred to as ‘brat’ and ‘a hole’, pet name ‘baby’, begging, possessiveness/jealousy but it’s like hot and not crazy in my opinion, reader is a tease and brat but only before the smut lol

Summary: Seungcheol knows you're really close with his whole friend group. But now that things have... quietly been developing between the two of you, he would love it if you'd cool it with the heavy flirting with the other guys.

in the eye of the beholder by @cheolism

Pairing: choi seungcheol x fem!reader

Wordcount: 6.2k

Tags: boyfriend!cheol, dom!cheol, possessive cheol. wall sex, fingering, oral; unprotected sex. worshipful sex. cheol's crude mouth, dirty talk. crying during sex from pleasure, mating press, spitting, hair pulling, consensual choking (just a little). pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart, angel, pretty girl, beautiful). simp seungcheol, his real spending addiction. he's going to tell you you're beautiful until you believe it.

Warnings: MDNI. fat/chubby!reader, insecurity, internalized fatphobia, anxiety. mentions of fatness, stretchmarks, love handles.

Summary: when you don't like how you look in the mirror, your boyfriend decides to take it upon himself to worship you.

F*ck, Marry, Kill: With the Experienced by @bitchlessdino

Pairing: fem!reader x ex!mingyu x seungcheol x wonwoo

Genre: smut

Wordcount: 5.6k

Tags: poly, exhibitionism, voyeurism, degradation, pet names (princess), unprotected sex (except cheol), praise kink, spanking, clit slapping, fingering, oral (rec. and giving), u, pussy slapping, ass play, triple penetration

Summary: one dumb party game makes a comeback.

#seventeen #seventeen fic rec #seventeen smut #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #scoups fic recs #scoups #scoups smut #scoups fluff #scoups x reader #seungcheol #seungcheol fic recs #seungcheol smut #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol x reader

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shingisimp · 2 years

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warm me up [s.mg]

song mingi x female reader

when naked morning cuddles take a turn, you're left to rely on your boyfriend to soothe your pain, but you come up with a much better suggestion...

warnings: smut, size kink (reader is very small), mentions of pain (specifically stomach cramps that aren't related to periods!), implied body image issues from reader (big bellies are beautiful), swearing, so much fluff, mingi is just the softest boyfriend ever plz 🥺

words: idk how to find out yet

note: hello my loves! this is my first fanfic i'm posting to tumblr! i've been writing fanfic for around 3-4 years and finally wanted to upload one myself. i'm not expecting much- i just hope that you enjoy this. this post is super self-indulgent as i suffer from suspected endometriosis, and so this was written when i was having pretty painful stomach cramps as a result of that. otherwise, please enjoy, like and reblog this! mwah!!

works under the cut <3

today would've been perfect. beams of golden sun streamed past the crack in the shut curtains, warming the expanse of your chilled, naked back as your front lay flush with mingi's own, both on your sides as if to face each other. his chin became nestled into the top of your head, bowing down occasionally to allow the man movement, only for him to bury the very tip of his nose into your hair. you smelled sweet, clean but not like cosmetics- it was just you, and mingi adored it. it reminded him of cotton bedsheets, the early morning sunshine, foaming bubbles suspended in steamy bath water, home. he sighed deeply, content, arms thrown about your waist and tightening softly, enough to remind your dozing mind of his presence. you reciprocated mingi's gentle exhale, air blowing onto his torso, and he giggled at the tickle that rose goosebumps to his skin.

everything remained blissful, everything remained perfect. and it would've stayed that way if it weren't for the cramping of your stomach. it came in waves, washing intense pain over your body right when you had managed to settle enough to feel calm. when the pain struck again, your face crunched its features into one, forehead pushing into mingi's chest as your whole body became stiff and sore. he took the brute of your actions, because no matter how heavy the dull ache was that he felt from your limbs clamping around his body, it didn't amount to the crippling sensation that shot through you, and he knew that. mingi shushed you softly as you whimpered, nails digging bluntly into his bare skin.

"you're so brave, baby," his tone was sweet, voice deep and soothing. silently, you allowed your shaky breaths to fall into sync with his, clenching your jaw before mingi brought a hand to stroke your cheek. the simple gesture reminded you to relax it, nudging your head under his palm and coaxing your boyfriend to play with your hair. he did so happily with a warm smile, mesmerised by the way your hair would flow around his digits.

"i don't feel it, oh god-" involuntarily, your body seized once again. a dry sob choked from the back of your throat before mingi urged you to silence once again, still weaving your hair between his digits. he began massaging your scalp, hoping to at least lull you to sleep. he knew you couldn't rest like this, however, but he'd still try.

"i'm so sorry you have to go through this, my love. it'll stop I promise, you'll feel okay again," reassurance usually didn't go so far with you during pain days (an all-too innocent name for what described almost weeks of agony) but you were desperate to feel better, and so ate his words up and swallowed them quick, in hope that they could quell the pain.

"here, let me move a second. i'll rub your stomach, yeah?" the genuine act of affection offered was quickly denied when you shook your head suddenly, curling further into mingi's chest.

"no! no, i'm so bloated... that can't feel nice for you,"

"baby, what will feel nice is if i can do something to help you. your stomach is beautiful, bloated or not. if you feel comfortable, i'd love to help you," he was always a gentleman, a bubbly, childish, sweet gentleman, and now showed no exception. of course, after some convincing and a lingering kiss pressed against your strained forehead, you gave in to his offer, barely nodding before mingi climbed over your body- he didn't want you to move, even though that would've been easier. now, his chest lay flat against your back, arms around your waist to knead softly at your stomach. you mewled, releasing the breath you held as his palms provided the gentlest amount of pressure to your pained tummy.

finally, you were able to relax, body sinking back against his own completely. you were at his mercy, mind rendered numb and empty of all thought. and thats why when your ass pressed up against his cock, you gasped softly.

"i know it hurts, baby..." poor mingi sounded so clueless, still stroking his hands in circles over your stomach as you tried your hardest to not think about it. it wasn't so much arousing as it was distracting, and soon you found yourself shuffling your ass against him, only trying to get comfortable with the sensation of his cock against you in such a domestic way.

he wished that your actions didn't affect him in this way. you were exhausted, hurting, and you sought care and attention. but how could mingi stay so focused when you just didn't keep still? the motion provided enough arousal to him that his cock began to harden under your influence. he gulped, slowly edging his hips from you, before you whined out at the lack of contact.

"but baby-"

"min~ you're warm, and you're moving your warmth away from me," as to not draw suspicion, mingi swallowed roughly and just hoped that somehow you wouldn't notice; oh did you notice, alright.

you couldn't say or do much when your boyfriend's hardened cock pressed at your backside, but when your cramps became overwritten with the sensation of arousal, your eyes glimmered with opportunity. maybe you couldn't get the pain to go away, but you could definitely use a distraction...

perhaps it was mean of you to begin grinding your ass back against mingi's erection, but how else could you prove you were okay? You knew he wouldn't take your word for it...

he hissed, sliding a hand down to grip your hip firmly in place and whisper in your ear: "(y/n), baby, not now... Not when you're like this,"

"i need the distraction, min. it helps my stomach,"

"a hot water bottle would help your stomach; i'll go get one. it can warm you up-"

as he was mumbling his words and beginning to move, you had flipped your body around as quick as you could in your position, gazing up into his hooded eyes. yours were glossed over, wide, reflecting need in their surface, and mingi couldn't resist you like that- you knew so.

"i want you to warm me up, you do it so much better. please, i want you," you moaned quietly, throwing your arms loosely around the man's shoulders as you willed him to cave in. his hands instinctively held your back, warm palms against your skin, and you sighed happily. the timid smile, the bliss that pooled in your eyes, the weight of your relaxed frame against his at the intimate touch all swayed mingi in your favour. who was he kidding? he wanted you too, and the raging boner pressing at your core was more than enough of a clue. when you settled into his lap once more, tugging lightly on the red hair at the nape of his neck, that's when mingi's self-restraint snapped, the final thread of his composure frayed, before his lips captured yours in a firm kiss.

your bodies melted under each other's influence, weak to the gasps and needy whines that escaped your mouths. each of you swallowed the sounds, hands greedily roaming each other's nude bodies. mingi cupped one of your breasts, fingertips toying with your nipple and pinching a mewl from you. when mingi separated his lips from yours, he pressed your foreheads together. a moment was spent exchanging deep, passionate gazes, breath mingling as the two of you panted lightly.

"are you absolutely sure you're okay with this, baby?" the man asked once more. it was endearing and polite, of course it was, but you wanted him now, and asking only meant you had to wait longer. you smirked, rolling your eyes playfully before tugging him forward into another kiss. now, your core began to grind down over his bare cock. neither of you could suppress the moans that bubbled from your throats as mingi's cock glided between your folds, his tip prodding at your clit with every movement. his face contorted into an expression of strained pleasure, eyes narrowed and teeth grit together as his neediness became somewhat painful. this is why you loved being on top, slightly in control of the pace, to witness the man's face and the way its features changed under the influence of your body, and now was no exception.

"you're- hmph... you're way too pleased with yourself considering i'm not even inside of you yet," mingi was referring to the smirk that had seared itself into your face. you bit your lip back in response to prevent said grin from curling up into a full-blown smile, rocking your hips slower now over his lap.

"i like your reactions, that's why," you smiled, but the cockiness soon crumbled once your boyfriend spread one of his large hands across the small of your back and pulled you closer before proceeding to flip you two over. now, you were beneath him, body cradled by the mattress, bedsheets and blankets. your lips collided in another breathless kiss, mingi's travelling down your body before wrapping his tongue around one of your nipples. your expression faltered, mouth agape and eyes rolled back as you threw your fingers into the man's hair. hopelessly, you tugged him forward, moaning profusely at the feeling- mingi always knew your nipples were sensitive, and adored the reactions he could get from stimulating them alone. One day, he'd try and see how much of a mess he could make of you by toying with nothing but your breasts, but right now, your core sliding over his cock wasn't something he couldn't wait for. still, mingi couldn't resist the cheeky comment that followed once his lips detached from your nipple with an audible pop.

"i like your reactions, too,"

you rolled your eyes at the shit-eating grin he sent you, giggling when he leant back down for another kiss, one that quickly led to the both of you swallowing each other's moans. you couldn't take much more teasing, pulling away with a gasp as you spewed your words.

"min, baby, please.. n-no more teasing. i need you, now. fuck me, please," it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the way your clit throbbed as your hips ground up around your boyfriend's cock. it had become something your body did without command, out of control, and that's exactly what you felt- you could no longer dictate your actions as you gripped the base of mingi's aching cock and began to push the length inside of yourself, jaw falling slack when you moaned at the stretch. "f-fuck, (y/n), you didn't warn me-"

"didn't want to- mhm! Just wanted you to fuck me."

part of you, admittedly, was scared of losing focus, of getting distracted and feeling that familiar cramping sensation in your lower gut, rather than the swirl of arousal you had become so used. to. the last thing mingi wanted to do with you was rush you, aware of your fragile state, but when you dictated the pace, he had no choice but to follow...

a chain of shaky whines rolled off your tongue, and at that point, it was safe to say that your cramps were no longer at the forefront of your mind. now, your body swam in a numbing sea of pleasure, complete with mingi's firm grip on your hips and his mouth latched around your remaining nipple that he made a mental note previously not to neglect. you couldn't be anymore thankful for the fact, either, as you arched your back to receive more of the feeling. he chuckled at the pitiful whine you let out, pulling at his shoulder blades to lessen the already-minimal gap between your slick bodies.

"move, please babe. y-you know i can't handle this," you were such a helpless sight, whimpering as his cock stretched your tight hole beyond what any toy (or man, for that matter) could achieve. and just as you thought he couldn't lodge himself any deeper inside of you, mingi's hips became flush against your own, breathy exclamations of satisfaction shared between you both. your thighs trembled as his palms wrapped around the circumference of the soft muscle, nimble fingers squeezing and moulding the skin as he liked, adoring the way your body behaved for him. when he arched his neck up, mingi's hooded eyes met your own, lids heavy with arousal and a peaceful kind of neediness, an accepting gaze that had your heart catching in your throat- the words 'i love you' stuck as your tongue swirled around itself and became trapped between your teeth when the man rocked his hips back and forth slowly. you cursed your boyfriend's name, your tiny hands shaky as they tugged mingi's hair and pulled his body forward with all their might- you were already shaky prior due to the pain, and your breathing had been laboured since your body cramped and convulsed. his lips crashed into yours before he picked up the pace, thrusts more intent and fluid. soon, you two had established a smooth, slow, deep rhythm that pricked goosebumps all over your body and rendered you both breathless.

"mhm! god, b-baby, feels so good." you whined, allowing your body every sensitive reaction- including when your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. hot pleasure seared through you, mingi's hands spreading even more heat wherever he dragged his palms. His fingers squeezed around your thighs, past your hips until they rested on your stomach, the place that started all of this. mingi slowed his pace to focus more on rubbing steady circles against your tummy, satisfied when he heard your moans simmer to peaceful hums. you adored how careful he was with you, part of that due to how much bigger his body was than yours. he wished to wrap his limbs around your body and keep you sheltered from everything sometimes because you really were just that small pressed up against him. his hand alone completely covered your stomach, fingertips grazing beneath your breasts, and he wished to savour the sight of you so meek and reliant on him to feel better. that's all mingi ever wanted to do- absolutely spoil you rotten, because you were his princess, his one treasure. every stroke of his cock inside of you came with an insatiable need to pull as much pleasure from you as he could, it became his mission, his one true focus. and so, it came as shock to you when mingi slid his hand between your bodies and twisted his wrist in an awkward position, just to make sure he could rub circles against your clit.

his actions were met with moans and whines from you, of which mingi bent forward to swallow each and every one before pressing his lips to yours feverishly, failing to conceal just how enamoured he was with you.

"fuck, baby-"

"i love you, (y/n). fucking hell i can't ever get enough of you" mingi cut you off with a groan, following his declaration of love with the increased pace of his hips slapping against your own. your legs began to shake, an action of which you tried to warn mingi was approaching as your orgasm bubbled in your stomach. his fingers pressed firmer against your clit and your back arched, eyes rolling to the back of your head whilst chanting mingi's name like a prayer as his thrusts brought you to heaven. every moment was heavenly with him, every smile his lips curved into, every laugh and giggle his chest shook with, every single thing about mingi was complete perfection, right down to the way he held your shaking body as you came. Like he did with everything, mingi praised you, rubbing his large hands over your body and holding your tiny ones in his own. he didn't even think about his own orgasm until it became impossible to ignore, spurred on by your desperate whines and tightened core as you clamped down around his cock. he didn't even have the time to pull out (not that you were letting him by the feel of things) before mingi was nudging his face against your neck and moaning against your skin, filling your aching, exhausted body with his warm cum. the sensation was just enough to completely, finally soothe you, melting back into the bed with your boyfriend rolling down into the space beside you.

he pressed kisses against your sweat-slick skin, wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing you into his chest.

"how are you feeling, baby?" mingi was adorably breathless, eyes covered by his dampened red hair, of which you pushed aside to press a kiss to his forehead.

"mh, much warmer now, thank you,"

tysm for reading! <3 tags below :)

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genshinluvr · 2 years

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Crave 3

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader, Itto x Isekai'd!Reader, Xiao x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: After Itto had carried you out of the bathhouse, it was now Itto's turn to show you what it's like to actually have sex (no offense to the other men). After Itto had wrecked your insides, and you struggled to walk, Xiao assists you to your room! A notebook catches Xiao's eyes and his curiosity got the best of him, only for him to find himself balls deep inside of you.

Note: This part won't be a threesome like how it was for Zhongli and Diluc. Xiao and Itto will get their own separate smut in this part instead. Some smuts for the men will be different from each other. Either it's a threesome or just one on one kind of smut. I can throw in a foursome, but I don't know how that will work out LMAO ☠️ As previously stated in Parts one and two of Crave, I tried to keep the smut as gender-neutral as possible. Still, this smut (and every other smut I have written on this blog so far) does lean more towards AFAB!Reader/female-bodied reader. Minors, DO NOT INTERACT! To my new and returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it's me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Horribly written smut, Itto spits in the reader's mouth, Itto has a monstrous cock (are we surprised? The man is an oni for archon's sake), cum eating, oral (reader receiving), cervix fucking, mating press, Itto leaving claw marks on the reader's thighs, slight breeding kink, soft dom!Xiao (idk if it's soft dom!Xiao, but it's dom!Xiao either way), hair pulling, biting

Word Count: 9.9k

Crave "Chapters": [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], [7]

Itto kicks his bedroom door open, causing the wooden door to fly open and slam against the wall. You yelped and held onto Itto tightly, afraid that the door was going to fly back to your face. Itto grabs you by your waist before tossing you onto his king-sized bed. You attempt to cover your naked body with one of his blankets, only for Itto to yank it off of you completely. You shuddered at the cool air brushing against your nipples, causing them to harden up. You feel your face become red when you see Itto’s eyes scanning each and every part of your naked body. His red-yellow eyes took in the sight in front of him hungrily. Itto’s tongue darts out of his mouth, licking his lips hungrily as he gets on his bed and crawls towards you like a lion stalking its prey.

“My, my! You’re looking very delicious right now.” Itto purrs, his large hands running up your legs, causing you to shiver at the feeling of his hands rubbing your legs gently. Itto lightly squeezes both of your thighs with a tiny smirk on his face.

“Itto! We shouldn’t be doing this right now! I’m still tired from what happened earlier today.” You whined softly, feeling your body tense up when Itto’s hands got closer to your groin. You squeezed your eyes shut when Itto began to poke and prod your sullied entrance. Itto hums to himself before slowly sticking his right index finger into your hole, causing you to tense up at the sudden intrusion.

“I-Itto!” You whimpered as Itto started to finger your heat, causing you to become wet. Well, you couldn’t tell if your entrance was wet from Itto’s doing or if it was from your and Childe’s mixed cum that was still inside of you. You feel your face heat up when the sound of squelching fills Itto’s bedroom, causing your face to become red.

“Aw, look who’s becoming shy!” Itto laughs, his left hand reaching up to caress your face in his hands. A soft smile appears on his face, “No need to get all shy around me now, cutie. I’m just getting started.” He purrs, leaning his face down before burying his face into the crook of your neck. You let out a small gasp when you feel Itto’s warm, wet tongue lapping at your neck. As Itto is licking and sucking on the skin of your neck, Itto continues to plunge his large, thick fingers into your heat. You felt a sharp prick in your neck, causing you to let out a surprised yelp and whine.

“Itto! Did you just bite me!?” You whined, attempting to push him off of you. Itto hums against your neck, licking the area where he had bitten you before pulling away from you. You can see faint traces of blood on his lips and jaws. Itto flashes you a toothy grin before wiping his mouth with the back of his hands.

“You know, I don’t really like that you still have another man’s cum inside of you,” Itto states, putting both of his hands on his hips as he looks down at your cum-filled hole. Itto presses his lips together before saying, “I’m going to scoop it out of ya.” Itto states, catching you off guard.

“You’re going to what!?” You squeaked, looking up at the tall oni in complete shock, pressing your legs together on instinct.

“I’m going to scoop it out of you! What’s so hard to process?” Itto asks, raising an eyebrow at you before he sits down in front of you. Itto parts your legs with his left hand before reaching down to your groin, lightly rubbing it before inserting his index finger into you. Itto curls his finger inside of you, causing you to squeak and arch your back. You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut tightly as Itto continued to plunge and curl his fingers up inside of you. Itto then inserts another finger into your sopping hole, stretching you even more. A strained gasp and whine leave your mouth, causing Itto to fasten the pace. You gritted your teeth and held onto Itto’s wrists while he hit all of the right spots with his index and middle finger. After what felt like a long time, Itto has finally pulled his fingers out from your entrance.

Itto lifts his cum covered hands up to your lips, “Suck.” Itto ordered, waiting for you to suck on his fingers. You gulped and opened your mouth slowly; Itto smirked before pushing his fingers into your mouth, almost touching your uvula, causing you to jolt and gag on his fingers. Tears pricked your eyes while your lips trembled around Itto’s fingers. You begin to slowly suck on Itto’s fingers, almost visibly cringing at the taste of your and Childe’s combined cum on your tongue. You never understood how people could willingly swallow human bodily fluids. You had to fight back the urge to spit the substance out of your mouth, continuing to suck and lick Itto’s cum covered fingers.

“Oh, there’s still some left in you.” Itto murmurs, pulling his fingers out from your mouth before inserting the two fingers into your warm cavern, curling both of his fingers up inside of you before slowly pulling his fingers out. You let out a loud “ow!” startling Itto.

He looks up at you with wide eyes before asking, “What’s wrong?! What happened?!” Your face contorted in pain, your hand hovering over the area where Itto had accidentally jabbed you.

“You accidentally poked my insides really hard with your pointy nails.” You squeaked, slowly cracking your eyes open to look at the oni in front of you. Itto’s eyes widened in fear, quickly pulling his fingers out of you, causing you to squeal at the sensation.

“Here, quickly suck on my fingers. I’m going to do something.” Itto says.

You give Itto a wary look before complying. You grabbed Itto’s wrists and put his fingers into your mouth, sucking and licking the cum off of his fingers while he knelt in front of your spread legs. Itto’s face gets close to your hole, and he grabs you by the waist with one hand before pulling you towards the edge of the bed.

Before you could ask Itto was he was going to do, you were cut off by letting out a sharp, surprised gasp when Itto buried his face between your legs. Itto’s index and middle finger fall out of your mouth. Itto grabs your hips with both of his hands, pulling you much closer to his face, almost smothering him. Itto flattens his tongue on your entrance before poking and prodding your hole with the tip of his tongue. Itto was eating you out as if he hadn’t eaten anything in days. Itto was swirling his tongue, licking stripes up and down your entrance, slurping up your juices. You had your hands buried in Itto’s hair, pulling and tangling your fingers in his white hair as he continued to lick and slurp up your essence. Itto’s fangs brush against the small bud lightly, causing you to jerk underneath him.

“Oh? What is this?” Itto asks, pulling away from you and poking the small ball of nerves. You whimpered and jolted at the feeling. Itto gets off from the ground and wipes his mouth with his hands, “As much as I would like to make you burst and see the stars with my amazing oral skills, I need to be inside of you immediately, or else I’ll go crazy!” Itto says, giving you a seductive smirk.

Itto starts taking off the spikes, his fingerless gloves, his belt, and his coat. Halfway through undressing, Itto was beginning to struggle to take the other accessories off of his body. You can see frustration starting to grow the more time goes by. Itto groans and rolls his eyes, and before you could even process what was going on, Itto starts tearing and ripping the complicated accessories off his body.

“Itto! You didn’t need to rip them off!” You squeaked, looking at the oni in front of you with wide eyes. Itto ignores your comment as he continues to tear at every piece of clothing and accessory that was once worn on his body. The more Itto pulled these items off of his body, the more skin was exposed. You couldn’t help but admire the marking on Itto’s body; it makes him look even more attractive than he already was. You felt yourself almost salivating at the gorgeous and breathtaking sight in front of you. The last thing that Itto took off was his boxers with mini onikabuto patterns on them; just seeing them almost made you giggle to yourself.

“Archons, you’re so effortlessly cute.” You think to yourself, eyes scanning his almost naked body with hunger. Sure, your organs were rearranged by Childe moments ago and by Zhongli and Diluc the day before; you’re looking forward to seeing what Itto has in store for you. You’re both titillated and nervous because of the enormous bulge in his boxers. What could he be hiding underneath those onikabuto patterned boxers of his?

“Well, I’m obviously not going to rip my most favorite boxers,” Itto says jokingly. You giggled softly and watched Itto slowly pull down his boxers. Once Itto’s boxers pool around his ankles, Itto’s dick springs up and slaps up against his abs. Your eyes grew twice the size at the sight of Itto’s erect cock. Dear archons, that thing is HUGE! There was no way in hell his dick would be able to fit inside of you without ripping you apart! Just when you thought that Foul Legacy has a massive dick, Itto outdid the Foul Legacy. Then again, the sex with Foul Legacy was just a wet dream—a very vivid one, at that.

Not only was Itto’s cock lengthy, but it was also girthy. That thing would stretch you and probably tear you apart if the two of you weren’t careful with putting it inside of you. You just know that it will hurt going in the first few minutes, but it’ll feel so good once you’ve adjusted to the size and when Itto is plunging in and out of you.

“Are you ready for your insides to be obliterated?” Itto asks; a smirk appears on his face while he is tapping and rubbing his member between your legs. You feel yourself clench around nothing while you squeeze your eyes shut. Even though Itto has somewhat prepped you for the impending penetration, you couldn’t help but worry that he would wreck your insides just by putting the tip of his penis inside of you.

“Obliterated!? What do you mean by— ack!” You choke on your words when you feel the tip of Itto’s dick poking your entrance, preparing to breach inside of you.

“Try not to squeeze, or else I won’t be able to enter.” Itto grunts, gradually sinking his long, fat cock inside of you. You let out a loud wail, your hands clawing at Itto’s biceps, unintentionally clenching around his dick. Itto groans loudly, his nails digging into your waist as he slowly thrusts his cock into you, sinking into you inch by inch.

“Itto! It’s too much! It’s too much!” You whined, fresh tears pooling around your eyes, slowly cascading down your flushed cheeks. You clench your jaws, your eyes shut tightly, your thighs tensing up every time Itto sinks further into your heat. “It hurts! You’re too big!” You screeched loudly when Itto sent a sharp thrust. You gasp loudly, wrapping your arms around Itto’s broad shoulders tightly.

“Come on, cutie! You can do it; the tip only made it inside.” Itto moans, tightening his drip on your hipbone so tightly that you’re sure that it’ll bruise very soon. The bruise wasn’t on your mind at that very moment; the only thing you could think about was Itto’s trying to bury his massive cock deep inside of your sopping wet hole. “F-Fuck!” Itto stutters, burying his cock further into you. Your thighs were trembling at the feeling of Itto’s monstrous member sinking deeper and deeper into your entrance.

“Baby, stop clenching! Relax.” Itto grunts; he pins you to his massive bed, his arms caging you against his bed, his chest hovering above your face. You let out a series of whines and yelps as Itto lightly thrusts inside of you, hoping that the gentle thrusts will help loosen you up a bit for him to slip inside of you to the hilt of his dick. “Come on, baby, relax. It’ll be okay. I know it hurts. Just, please, relax.” Itto pants propping himself up with his hands, he looks down at you.

The sight of you laying on his bed, sprawled out, flustered, teary-eyed, whimpering, and occasionally moaning, did something to him. Itto feels blood rushing to his cock, causing him to harden even more. You froze when you felt Itto harden inside of you; you look up at the oni with wide eyes, speechless. Without thinking, Itto grabs onto both of your legs, lifts them, and pushes them back. You bit down on your lips and covered your mouth to prevent you from moaning too loudly. Itto has your left and right leg pinned beside your head on the bed, leaving your cock stuffed entrance on full display for Itto to see.

“You have no idea how hot you look right now, baby.” Itto purrs, licking his canines while giving you a wolfish grin. “Brace yourself.” Itto states. You blink up at Itto, trying to process what he had just said to you. What did he mean by ‘brace yourself?’

“Wait, Itto— FUCK! ITTO!” You screamed, clawing at his muscular back when he plunged his huge dick into your entrance, his hips pressing down against yours. You subconsciously reached up to Itto’s horns and grabbed onto you, catching him off guard. Itto lets out a loud moan, bucking his hips against yours with a forceful thrust; your jaws fall open, letting out a silent scream when the bulbous tip of his cock reaches the deepest part inside of you, hitting that sweet spot.

“Oh! Fuck!” You whimpered, tightening your grip on Itto’s horns.

A mix between a groan and a growl rumbles deep within Itto’s chest. Your legs were beginning to turn numb from having it pinned beside your head on the bed, causing your thighs to become sore. “Itto! Move!” You kick your legs in the air. Itto pants against your ears, and his chest is rising up and down at a rapid pace. Itto completely forgot to tell you that his horns are very sensitive, and it makes him even more hornier (hehe, get it?) than he already was. You grabbing onto those horns of his is causing his cock to harden even more inside of you— if it was even possible.

“Oh, I’ll definitely move.” Itto grits his teeth. Itto slowly props himself up with both of his hands before he begins to thrust in and out of your entrance. At first, it started off at a slow pace, giving you some time to adjust to Itto’s lengthy and girthy cock. Every time Itto thrusts into you, you feel the fat tip of his dick hit that spot inside of you that causes your vision to black out while stars temporarily dance behind your closed eyelids.

“You’re.” Thrust. “So.” Thrust. “Tight!” Itto slams his cock deep inside of you. A loud wail rips from your throat, your left hand clawing down his muscular back while your right hand has a firm grip on his left horn. “Baby, don’t flex! You need to relax, or else it’ll hurt you even more.” Itto grunts. His right hand was reaching down to your pubic bone before gently massaging the area. Your breathing was labored as you tried to force yourself to relax and not tense around Itto. You feel your body beginning to relax slowly, your thighs becoming limp in Itto’s hold.

“There you go.” Itto coos, reaching up to the hand that was grabbing ahold of one of his horns. Itto held onto your hand, intertwining your fingers with his before pressing a delicate kiss on your knuckles.

“Itto, it still hurts.” You whisper, squeezing his hands tightly as you bite down on your trembling lips. You don’t think you can last any longer; you feel like you are going to burst if Itto continues to be inside of you. Itto coos softly; he leans down and starts pressing gentle kisses on your face, causing you to crack a smile. Even during a very intimate moment, Itto never fails to make you feel loved.

“It’s okay, baby. It’ll all go away soon once I start moving.” Itto says, pressing one last kiss on your forehead before pulling away from you. At first, Itto starts off with a slow pace. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head every time Itto hit that one spot inside of you, causing you to tighten around his cock. With every passing minute, every time Itto plunges in and out of your hole, you feel yourself beginning to adjust to Itto’s size. The pain and discomfort melted away and were replaced by the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. Soon enough, loud moans and labored pants replaced the sounds of your whimpers and yelps.

“Harder, Itto! Harder!” You panted, lightly tapping on his biceps with trembling hands. Itto looks down at you with wide eyes, staring at you in astonishment. Slowly halting his thrusts, his chest heaving with every breath he takes.

“Baby, you don’t know what you’re asking for.” Itto laughs. You were about to ask Itto what he meant but was interrupted by Itto pulling his cock all the way out until only the bulbous tip of his cock was still inside of you. He gives you a quick wink before slamming his cock back inside of you. Your eyes widened and let out a strangled gasp when Itto plunged into your sopping wet hole, the fat tip of his cock kissing your cervix. Itto almost blacked out at the immense pleasure he felt, gripping onto your hips so tightly. Itto starts to claw at your thighs while hammering into your entrance. With each powerful thrust, your body would shoot up the bed, almost slamming the top of your head to the wooden headboard of Itto’s bed. You placed both of your hands on the wooden headboard to prevent yourself from getting your head repeatedly slammed on the headboard.

“Itto, Itto! Slow down! My head is going to hit the headboard!” You squealed, your eyes screwed shut.

Itto slowly stops his thrusts before letting out a snort. Itto pulls you off the bed and lifts you up into his arms, and he grabs both of your legs wrapped around his waist. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and situate yourself in his arms before he continues to ram himself up into your hot entrance. You squealed, grabbing onto his long hair tightly, your face nestling up where his neck and shoulder meet.

Itto wraps both of his arms around your waist and starts to slam you down onto his cock; your arms were almost flailing all over the place with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against one another, your moans and gasps, Itto’s deep groans and growls echo in his bedroom. The room was hot and humid; the smell of sex and sweat lingered in the air, your and Itto’s breath mixing.

Itto grabs you by your chin before slamming his lips against yours. You tangled your fingers into Itto’s hair, kissing Itto back. Itto slips his tongue into your mouth while pistoning his colossal cock into your entrance, his pace never faltering one bit. Itto quickly breaks the kiss and pulls his dick completely out of you, causing you to let out a whine.

Before you could protest, Itto tosses you back on his bed, flips you over on your stomach, yanks you to the edge of his bed, and positions you on all fours with your ass facing him. Itto licks his lips at the sight. You were about to turn your head back to ask Itto why he suddenly pulled out when you were rudely interrupted.

SMACK!

“Itto!” You squealed, your head falling between your arms. Your right ass cheek was stinging from the sharp slap that Itto had placed upon your soft cheeks. You grumbled incoherent words to yourself. Itto grabs you by your hair before ramming his cock back into your entrance. You screeched at the sudden feeling of his cock penetrating deep inside of you. You unintentionally clenched around Itto’s cock, causing the oni to growl.

Itto tightens his grip around your hair before he starts pounding into you at an unimaginable speed. You shut your eyes tightly, your eyebrows furrowing in pleasure, your mouth agape, your tongue rolling out of your mouth, and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You didn’t even know what you were seeing behind your eyes anymore.

Your vision would briefly turn white with each hard thrust; you would see stars in your behind your eyelids each time the mushroom tip of Itto’s dick repeatedly kissed your cervix. You can feel yourself coming to an end, and your lower abdomen was starting to tighten while your hole was sucking Itto in each time he pulled out, wrapping around his cock so tightly that it was almost impossible for Itto to pull out.

“Fuck, baby! It seems like you don’t want me to leave at all.” Itto lets out a breathless laugh. He leans over you and wraps an arm around your naked torso while the other hand plants on the bed. “I’m going to put a baby in you.” He whispers, causing your eyes to widen. Your entrance pulses around Itto’s member, making him hiss lightly. “Looks like someone likes the idea of me breeding them.” Itto coos, planting a kiss on your cheeks while thrusting into your warm hole, craving for the feeling of Itto painting your insides white with his thick cum. Itto pulls on your hair; his thrust was becoming erratic, his chest rumbling with a snarl, his eyebrows furrowing with focus.

“Fuck, baby! I’m going to cum.” Itto groans, slamming your waist back against his cock. You release a loud moan when the tight rope in your lower abdomen snaps, causing you to tighten around Itto’s cock and cover his dick with your cum. Itto moans into your shoulders, his face burying into your shoulder blades as he releases thick ropes of cum inside of you, painting your walls white with his spunk. You whimpered at the feeling of his hot seed spilling inside of you and beginning to leak out of your entrance and slide down your sweaty thighs.

You waited for Itto to pull out, but he remained inside of you. Realization hits you in the face when you notice that Itto’s cum continues to fill you up. You turn your head to look at Itto with wide eyes, “Are you still cumming inside of me!?” You squeaked.

“That was the best and hottest sex I’ve ever had! Of course, I’m going to be cumming a lot when I had the best person to fuck.” Itto says, slapping your ass cheeks lightly. You jolt at the feeling of Itto’s palms meeting your sore buttcheeks. You groaned and let your head fall on the mattress while Itto’s cum continued to fill you up and spill out of you and onto the bed. Itto grunts when he slowly pulls out of you; you whimpered at the sudden emptiness. You collapsed on Itto’s bed, the feeling of exhaustion hitting you like a train.

“You tried me out, Itto.” You breathed. Itto snorts and plops down beside you, pulling you against his bare chest and wraps his arms around your waist, snuggling up against you.

“I would say the same thing, but I’m an oni, and we have pretty high stamina!” Itto says, pressing his lips against your shoulder. You mumbled to yourself, letting yourself get comfortable in Itto’s arms. You feel yourself start to slowly drift off to sleep as your eyelids grow heavier and heavier. Itto gradually adjusts you in his arms, having you rest your head on his biceps while clinging onto this forearm. A shy smile appears on Itto’s face; he brushes your hair away from your face, pressing a kiss on your temples before reaching over to grab a pillow to lay his head on. Itto tightens his grip around you before drifting off to sleep beside you.

The next day, when you woke up from your sleep, your entire body was sore, especially between your thighs and the area where Itto had spanked you and bit you. You yawned and stretched your legs and arms out, almost letting out a moan when doing so. You scratched your head and slowly sat up on Itto’s bed, only to plop back down. Your limbs felt like jelly, and you could hardly get yourself to sit up without wanting to collapse. You hear the door open; your eyes dart over to the entrance of Itto’s bedroom.

“Morning, sunshine! Everyone is waiting for you downstairs for breakfast. I quickly went over to your room to grab something to wear before bringing you to the dining room.” Itto sang, trotting over to where you lay happily. He tosses your undergarments and an oversized t-shirt, catching you by surprise.

“I don’t remember owning an oversized t-shirt.” You said, holding up the plain white shirt while looking at Itto with a questionable look.

“Of course, it’s not yours! It’s mine, and you’ll be wearing it downstairs!” Itto gives you a broad smile and lightly ruffles your bedhead.

“Since when did you wear shirts? You’re usually shirtless most of the time.” You sighed, slowly getting off the bed. Your knees automatically lock beneath you, causing you to crash to the ground. Since Itto was within reach, he was able to catch you before you could meet the floor of his bedroom.

“I do have shirts! I just choose not to wear them!” Itto says, rolling his eyes playfully before helping you sit at the corner of his bed. “Are you okay?” He asks, looking down at you worriedly.

“I’m okay, Itto! I’m a bit sore from yesterday, and my legs feel like jelly.” You answer, looking away from Itto shyly while heat was creeping up your neck and face.

“I’ll carry you to the bathroom, and whatever you need me to assist you with, I’d be happy to help!” Itto says, kissing the top of your head.

You sighed in relief and gave Itto a small smile, “Thank you, Itto! I really appreciate it.” Itto lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom.

After Itto had set you down on the edge of the bathtub, Itto left the bathroom to give you some privacy. You quickly did all of your business in the bathroom— used the toilet, took a shower, scrubbed your body from head to toe while being careful around the areas where Itto had bitten you and clawed at your thighs.

You can see bruises blooming at your waist from how tightly Itto was holding onto your waist while wrecking your insides. After your brief shower (it was actually almost 30 minutes long because of how many times you nearly collapsed in the shower due to your legs feeling like gelatin), you dried off your body with a fluffy towel. You put on your undergarments, then the oversized t-shirt that belongs to Itto. You didn’t bother drying your hair after brushing it, so you opened the bathroom door, only to see Itto waiting for you on his bed. You noticed that Itto had changed his bedsheets, and the previous bedsheet was tossed into the hamper, waiting to be washed and cleaned.

“Need me to carry you downstairs?” Itto asks, getting up from his bed before walking over to where you stood. You think for a moment. At the same time, you’re shy about having Itto carry you down the stairs for breakfast where the other men are waiting, but you can’t go down the stairs, or even walk for that matter, without your legs giving out on you. If you were to walk to the dining room on your own without Itto’s assistance, you would topple down the stairs before your feet could touch the first step of the stairs.

“Yes, please! I don’t think I’ll be able to walk out of this room without falling or stumbling all over the place!” Itto crouch down in front of you with his back facing your direction. You hopped onto Itto’s back and wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Itto holds onto both of your legs before standing up straight; he adjusts you on his back before looking at you over his shoulders. “Hold on tight. We wouldn’t want you to fall and hurt yourself.” You nod your head and tighten your grip around Itto.

Itto walks over to his bedroom door and grabs onto the door handle before twisting the knob. You felt your heart beginning to hammer against your chest when Itto steps out of the room with you on his back. The more Itto walked down the stairs, the more nervous you got. The week hasn’t even gone by, and yet here you are, fucked by four out of fifteen men so far. It was like you have a checklist on who you’re going to fuck with next. I mean, maybe you do, perhaps you don’t! Even if you were to have a list of who you want to fuck next (you don’t), that “list” will get rearranged in a different order with random pairs you’d never imagine to be in the same room doing the same scandalous things. Man, imagine if the citizens of Teyvat knew what was going on behind the closed doors of the abode. They would be clutching their Sango pearls in shock and horror.

“Gentlemen! I have arrived with [Y/N]!” Itto announces once he steps foot into the dining room with you on his back. You peeked from Itto’s shoulders shyly, praying that no one heard you and Itto yesterday.

“Oh, [Y/N]! How was your sleep?” Venti asks, giving you a cheerful smile as he takes a sip from his glass cup. You’re assuming that he’s drinking alcohol again. He’s a bit chipper today as well, a little bit chipper than he usually is.

“I actually slept pretty well, surprisingly.” You reply nervously, getting off of Itto after he squatted down beside an empty chair at the dining table. You presumed that this is where you’ll be sitting for breakfast. You pulled the chair out from under the table and quickly sat down on the chair before your legs could magically become gelatin and cause you to fall to the ground in front of everyone. Yeah, the men witnessing you being weak to the knees because of Itto will surely make them upset.

“Yeah, I bet you slept well all because of me!” Childe says, a smirk appearing on his face as he leans back in his seat with his arms over his chest.

“But were you the one that was able to get [Y/N] to scream at the top of their lungs so loud that it startled the fowls and boars?” Diluc asks, raising an eyebrow at Childe.

“Can we not talk about this while we’re eating?” Scaramouche deadpans, stabbing the pancake in front of him with the knife and fork.

“Seriously, I just want to be able to eat breakfast without people talking about how loud I was.” You grumbled, grabbing your fork and knife before cutting into the pancake that Thoma had made for you. While you were slicing your pancake and taking a small bite out of them, you couldn’t help but feel like there were eyes staring holes right into you. You slowly bite down on the slice of pancakes and lift your head up, only to see the men staring at you closely. Their eyes zeroed in on this one specific area on your neck. You pulled the fork out of your mouth, chewed on the pancake, and swallowed the pancake while looking around you quizically. You reached for your cloth napkin and lightly wiped your lips with it, hoping that your sudden movement would snap them out of their daydream, but it didn’t seem to be working one bit.

“What are you guys staring at?” You spoke up.

“What is that on your neck?” Dainsleif asks, leaning forward in his seat slightly as he squints his eyes to get a much closer look at your neck.

“What is what on my—” You reached your hand up and placed it over the spot that the others were looking at. You winced when your hand made contact with that particular area. “— neck.” You blinked, lightly tracing your fingers over the same spot again. Xiao leans over the table to get a closer look; his eyes darken before he slowly turns over to Itto and the rest of the men.

“A bite mark,” Xiao states, looking over at Itto with a glare.

“A bite mark!?” Zhongli asks, his eyes widening at Xiao’s statement before glancing over at Itto, who was smiling sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck; the color pink dusting his cheeks was slowly creeping up to his ears.

“You bit [Y/N]!?” Thoma gasps, his mouth agape from shock.

“Well, yeah! Who wouldn’t want to mark up this cutie?” Itto says, reaching over to you and lightly pinching your cheeks with a smile on his face.

“I thought we all agreed not to mark [Y/N] up since they belong to all of us.” Kaeya sighs softly, propping his head up on the table with his right arm, his eyebrow raised at the oni.

“Oh, I assumed that marking [Y/N] meant branding them.” Itto laughs. You stared at Itto in horror, then looked at the others with wide eyes.

“Come on, Itto! You know that some of us are possessive over [Y/N].” Gorou says, looking at Scaramouche, Zhongli, Childe, and Ayato from the corners of his eyes.

“Possessive, you say?” Ayato hums softly. A fake smile appears on Ayato’s face; if anyone were to look at Ayato very closely, they could barely tell that Ayato was clenching his jaws. Underneath his gloves, Ayato’s knuckles were turning white from how hard he was squeezing his fist shut on his biceps.

“I believe that this type of conversation is best to be discussed after breakfast.” Albedo hums, chewing on his almost cold pancakes.

“I agree with Albedo on this one. We wouldn’t want utensils to be flying at anyone’s head during breakfast, now, do we?” Baizhu asks, raising an eyebrow at the men around him.

“It would be a tragedy if someone were to lose their eyeball during breakfast,” Kazuha murmurs, sipping on his tea alongside Zhongli.

You sighed dramatically and rested your head back on the chair. Again, even if you were to sleep with everyone in the abode, it doesn’t stop the possessiveness these men hold. You wouldn’t be surprised if someone ends up putting a collar on you with the words “PROPERTY OF ______ ♡” on the back of the charm. Needless to say, breakfast was pretty awkward, and the silence almost suffocated you. Occasionally, the men would ask you questions here and there about whether you were enjoying breakfast, or they would ask you what you planned on doing today.

“I think I’m going to rest for today. I’m really tired and really sore.” The fourteen men shoot a glare over at Itto for a brief moment before looking back at you. “Since I showered today already, I’ll be resting in my room with a book or something.” You answered, finishing your last bite of pancake.

“That’s good to hear! As long as you let yourself rest and not overexert yourself, you should be fine!” Thoma says, getting up from his seat before grabbing your plate along with his. Before you could protest, Thoma had already disappeared into the kitchen with both of your dishes and utensils.

“Do you want me to get you any pain medication to help ease your pain of any kind?” Baizhu asks softly, placing his left hand over your right hand. The thirteen men narrowed their eyes at Baizhu’s hand, almost glaring holes into them.

“I don’t know.” You said, slumping down in your seat with a defeated sigh. “If there’s any medication that can help ease the soreness, then that would be great. But I hope that it won’t be too much of a hassle.” You murmured.

“Oh, [Y/N]. Helping you out is never a hassle.” Baizhu gives you a smile; he brushes your hair away from your face before standing up. “I will be heading down to Bubu Pharmacy very soon to get you medication to help with any aches and pains. Although I believe that there should be some pain medication left in the medicine cabinets.” Baizhu murmurs, disappearing into the kitchen with his plate in his hands.

“Do you want me to assist you to your bedroom?” Xiao asks, appearing beside you in thin air, startling you a little bit.

“Yes, please!” You give him a grateful smile before slowly getting up from your seat. Xiao has his arms wrapped around your waist while your left arm is tossed over his shoulders. You and Xiao ignored the other men’s grumbles before heading up the stairs to your bedroom. Each step you took was almost agonizing. You let out a strained whimper, pausing in your steps, almost collapsing down the stairs. If it weren’t for Xiao, you would’ve fallen down the stairs already.

“I guess I went a little bit too rough on [Y/N].” Itto laughs nervously, almost shrinking in his seat when the men glared at him.

“A little too rough on [Y/N]?” Venti asks, looking at Itto skeptically.

“I think you took the term ‘rearrange their guts’ too seriously, Itto,” Albedo says, stroking his chin with his thumb and index finger.

“He might have done way more than rearrange their guts,” Kazuha mutters, getting up from his seat abruptly, grabbing his empty plate before walking into the kitchen where Baizhu and Thoma are at.

“Are you sure you can make it up to your room on your feet?” Xiao asks, looking down at you worriedly. “I can carry you to your room if you’d like for me to do so.” Xiao offers, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“Considering I can barely make it up the stairs without feeling pain, I might as well take up on your offer.” You said softly, looking up at Xiao with those doe-like eyes of yours.

Xiao gulps before anxiously picking you up bridal style, causing you to let out a soft squeak. You wrap both of your arms around Xiao’s shoulders as he marched up the stairs, carrying you up the stairs as if you weighed like nothing.

Once the two of you make it to your bedroom, Xiao lightly kicks your bedroom door open and carries you inside of your room. Xiao placed you down on your bed and walked over to your window, opening the blinds to let some sunlight into your room. You leaned over to your nightstand and grabbed a new book you started reading not too long ago. At first, you assumed that Xiao would leave your room after he was able to bring you to your bedroom safely, but he remains in your room. While you were leaning up against your bed with your back propped up on tons of pillows and plushies, Xiao walked around your room to get a much closer look at your bedroom decor. Plushies that were gifted to you lined up on various shelves, books on mini shelves that were nailed to the wall, pictures of you and the men at the beach, Windblume festival, Lantern Rite festival, and the Irodori festival hung on the wall near your desk.

On your desk was a small open journal with writings and sketches in it. A small picture frame sat on your desk; it was a selfie of you and the fifteen men behind you. They were utterly knocked out asleep while you were sticking your tongue out at the camera with a cheeky smile on your face. Xiao slowly walks over to your desk and picks up the picture frame, and notices a much smaller image in the corner. It was a photo of you and Xiao, completely knocked out on the hammock together. You were laying on his chest, face nestled into the crook of his neck, his arms were wrapped around your waist, while his cheek was resting on top of your head. Xiao slowly places the picture frame back down on your desk before his eyes linger over to your notebook and pick it up.

Xiao looked over his shoulder to make sure you weren’t looking. You were occupied with the book in your hands, your index finger in your mouth while you bit on your nail, immersed in the book. Xiao slowly looks back down at the notebook in his hands, and his eyes begin skimming through the words written on the page. His eyebrows furrow in confusion, and his head tilts to the side as he continues to read the words that were written in your journal. Xiao flips the page to continue reading, only to realize that he is reading a story that you have written down yourself. Once Xiao got to that scene of the book, his eyes widened, and his face turned scarlet red before accidentally slamming the notebook back down on your desk, startling you.

“Xiao?” You call out his name from your bed, slowly closing the book in your hand. “What was that?” You ask, gradually moving to the edge of your bed.

“Nothing. You shouldn’t be moving. You’re going to hurt yourself.” Xiao states, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff of breath. Xiao subconsciously looks over at the notebook that he had unintentionally slammed down on your table; the tips of his ears were red, and so was his face.

“Did you see something you weren’t supposed to?” You inquired, raising your eyebrows at Xiao skeptically. Xiao scoffs and looks away from you, his eyes scanning your desk while trying to ignore the holes that were being stared into his back. You knelt on your bed to look over Xiao’s shoulders from where you were, but the minute your eyes landed on your closed notebook, your eyes turned wide.

“Did you read through my notebook!?” You screeched, stumbling out of your bed and marching over to where he stood.

“What!? No, I didn’t read through your notebook!” Xiao denies it, looking away from you with his nose sticking up in the air. You stood beside Xiao and stared down at the notebook that is now closed and faced down on your desk. You slowly turned your head to the side to face Xiao, your face bright red from embarrassment.

“You did read through my notebook, Xiao! My notebook was opened earlier, and it wasn’t faced down on my desk!” You said, lightly punching him while whining softly.

Oh, dear archons! This is so embarrassing! Xiao must’ve read the story that you have been working on for weeks! You couldn’t help but want to die from embarrassment and completely disappear off of the face of Teyvat because Xiao must have read the smut scene of the story! Why are so many embarrassing things happening to you so much lately?! Xiao lets out a quiet ‘tsk!’ before grabbing your arms and pulling you against his chest, causing you to stumble on your feet and crash into his chest. You look up at Xiao with wide eyes, your face turning into a much darker shade of red from the close proximity between the two of you. You can feel his muscles flexing underneath the tight white shirt he was wearing, along with his racing heart.

“The stuff that you wrote down in your notebook….” Xiao trails off. Xiao hesitates for a moment, not knowing how else he should continue. Should he make a comment about the sex scenes in the story, or should he comment about how certain sketched-out characters resemble the fifteen men but are made into one person?

“Forget about what you saw in the notebook!” You spoke up, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I think it’s best for the both of us to forget about it.” You give Xiao a weak smile before attempting to limp back over to your bed, but Xiao has a firm grip on your wrists.

“Are you mad at me?” Xiao asks. Oh great, now he looks like a kicked puppy. How could you ever be mad at someone like Xiao? Plus, it’s not like he intended on reading what was going on inside your notebook! It just happens to be wide open on your desk, and anyone could accidentally read what was written down in the notebook, not just Xiao.

You shook your head before caressing his face in your hands, “No, no, no! I’m not mad at you, Xiao.” You whisper softly. “How could I ever be mad at you for something you didn’t do on purpose?” You gently stroked his cheeks with the pad of your thumbs, giving him a small smile.

A shy smile appears on Xiao’s face before he presses his forehead against yours. You smiled and closed your eyes, melting into his arms. You felt Xiao cup your face in both of his hands; you slowly opened your eyes and looked at Xiao curiously. Xiao’s eyes were focused on your lips while he lightly ran his left thumb over your bottom lip absentmindedly. Xiao looks up at you through his thick lashes, a faint glow coming from his eyes. Xiao’s eyes flutter close before leaning in towards your face. Your eyes slowly shut, meeting Xiao halfway. When your and Xiao’s lips meet, the kiss that is being shared between you and Xiao is delicate.

Xiao’s left hand slowly trails up to the back of your head; he weaves his fingers through your hair and lightly grabs your hair at the roots before lightly pulling your head back, breaking the kiss between the two of you. He tilts your head to the side and begins to press light kisses on your neck, slowly kissing down to your collarbones. Xiao ignores the teeth mark where your neck and shoulder meet before lightly sucking on your collarbones. Xiao hears a soft gasp coming from you, and he can almost hear your racing heartbeat if he were to listen really closely. You wrapped your arms around Xiao’s shoulders, head lolled back, neck, and collarbones exposed to Xiao’s soft touch and lips.

He cups your face in his hands once more before pressing his lips against yours. You reach up to Xiao’s hair and entangle your fingers through his soft hair. Xiao places both of his hands on your thighs, moving up towards your waist beneath Itto’s shirt. Itto’s shirt.

Xiao mumbles against your lips, “Jump.” You did as you were told and jumped. Xiao wraps your legs around his waist and carries you over to your bed. Xiao laid you down on your bed and caged you to your bed, both your chests heaving from the lack of air. Xiao reaches for the collar of the plain white t-shirt and grips it hard with both hands before tearing it open, revealing your bare chest beneath it. Your eyes widened when you heard the shirt rip loudly, staring up at the yaksha in shock.

“Xiao! That was Itto’s shirt!” You whispered. Xiao grumbles under his breath before ripping the shirt off of you completely. Xiao held up the torn shirt in their air for you to see more clearly before tossing it over to the other side of your bedroom. You looked over where the shirt landed, then back over at Xiao.

“And? I don’t like it whenever you wear another man’s shirt.” Xiao shrugs his shoulders, his eyes narrowing when he catches the sight of claw marks on your thighs. Just when he and the others thought that Itto biting you was the worst thing, Itto did more than just bite you. “It’s not like he’ll care if his shirt is torn up. He doesn’t even wear shirts at all.” Xiao mutters, grabbing your waist and pulling you up your bed further until your back touches your pillows and plushies.

The minute your back touches your pillow, Xiao bites down on the tip of his glove before yanking them off one by one. Xiao tosses his gloves to the ground before reaching up to grab your chest, catching you by surprise. His fingers brush over your nipples, making you arch your back slightly. Xiao raises an eyebrow at your reaction before lightly pinching your nipples and rolling the bud between his thumb and index finger. Xiao leans down and latches his mouth to your neglected nipple, and begins to suck on them while pinching, squeezing, and rolling the other.

“Xiao! Stop teasing me and just fuck me already!” You whined, patting his head softly to grab his attention. Xiao releases your nipple with a loud ‘pop!’ before looking up at you, his hand still squeezing, pinching, and rolling your nipples. He gives you a look before reaching up to your face and pinching your cheeks with a faint smile on his face, “Someone’s impatient.” Xiao teases, causing you to do a doubletake. Since when did Xiao like teasing you?

“Xiaooooo~ Please fuck me, don’t keep me waiting!” You pouted, lightly tugging on his pants. Xiao sighs in defeat and gets off your bed before beginning to strip every single thing that was on his body. From his tight-fitted shirt to his shoes, his pants, and accessories. All Xiao was left now were his black boxers. You saw his muscles rippling with the slightest movements; Xiao was lean and thin, but his shoulders were broad. His gorgeous skin was littered with scars, some were old, and some were new.

Xiao knelt on your bed and crawled over to where you lay. You reached up and began to trace over Xiao’s scars; Xiao placed his hand over yours and laced his fingers with yours before pulling your hand up to his face and pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles. Xiao leans over you and presses his lips back onto yours while reaching down to your underwear. You quickly lifted yourself up to let Xiao remove your underwear, not breaking the kiss while doing so. Once Xiao was able to take your underwear off, his hands immediately went to your lower region. You whimpered softly at the feeling of Xiao’s fingers poking at your entrance before slipping inside.

“I would much rather have you stretch me out with your cock than your fingers,” You sulked, letting out quiet moans each time he thrusts his pointer and middle finger in and out of your heat.

“You’re quite tight,” Xiao mutters, scissoring your hole, making you gasp at the feeling of being stretched out by his fingers. “Even the oni can’t stretch you out.” Xiao continues to plunge his fingers inside of you until you are in tears, begging him to just fill your insides up with his cock.

“Xiao! Who cares about whether Itto, Childe, Zhongli, or Diluc had stretched me out! Just fuck me already, please!” You whined, pulling at his arms.

Xiao lets out an audible hum, “If that’s what you want, then I guess that’s what I should give to you then.” Xiao pulled his fingers out of you and held them up for you to see. Xiao’s fingers were covered in your slick. Xiao stares at you right in the eyes before sticking his tongue out, licking his slicked-covered fingers. Your pupils were blown wide when Xiao cleaned your slick off of his fingers. A faint smirk appears on Xiao’s face when he sees the reaction on your face, feeling a little bit satisfied with getting a reaction out of you. Xiao reaches down to the waistband of his boxers and yanks his boxers off, tossing them to your bedroom floor.

The second that Xiao had pulled the waistband of his boxers off, his dick slapped his lower abdomen. The tip of his cock was red, pre-cum was oozing from the slit of his cock. You subconsciously licked your lips at the sight of Xiao’s pulsing member. Xiao grabs you by the fat of your thighs and pulls you close to him, the tip of his cock poking your entrance, smearing his pre-cum on your hole. You shuddered at the feeling of Xiao’s hot dick lightly rubbing against your exposed groin.

“Let me know if it hurts.” Xiao states; you nodded your head mutely, waiting for Xiao to stuff you with his cock.

Xiao grabs your right leg and tosses it over his shoulder, and keeps your left leg on your bed. Xiao holds onto the base of his shaft and lines up at your entrance, the bulbous head of his dick prods at your entrance. Xiao lets out a sharp breath while slowly inserting his dick into you. You bite down on your lower lip, and your head falls back to your pillows, feeling your walls clamp down around Xiao’s thick cock. Xiao rests his head on your shoulders, sinking more and more into your sweltering heat. The warmth of your hole almost made Xiao cum on the spot.

Xiao was able to bury his cock deep within you; his eyes rolled to the back of his skull from the immense pleasure he was feeling. Your chest was rising and falling at a fast pace because you were panting from the feeling of Xiao inserting his cock inside of you and feeling the entirety of his cock sheathed inside of you.

Xiao begins to ram his member inside of you slowly, his lips attaching to the base of your neck, and he begins to suck on the juncture of your neck. Xiao lets out a quiet moan, starting to pick up the pace of his thrusts. Your body jerked with each thrust; you tried to keep your moans and whines to a minimum while Xiao was plunging his cock deep inside of you. Xiao unlatches his lips from your neck before moving to the next area on your neck, proceeding to suck on the new spot on your neck, leaving a faint purple-blue bruise on your neck by sucking your neck.

You wrapped your legs around Xiao’s waist, pulling him closer to your body. You wrap your right arm around his shoulder while the left arm is snaked around his slim waist. An idea popped up in your mind when Xiao was plowing into your heat. Your left-hand hovers over Xiao’s buttcheeks; you place your hand on his buttcheeks before squeezing his cheeks. Xiao jerks against you, making the mushroom tip of his dick kiss your cervix. You squealed loudly when the bulbous tip of his cock punched that spot deep inside of you, causing the spongy walls of your insides to clamp down on his cock.

“W-What was that for?!” Xiao unlatches his lips from your neck and looks down at you with wide eyes, and his face is bright red. You couldn’t tell if his face was red because of the heat or if it was from the embarrassment that he felt whenever you squeezed his ass cheeks.

“Squishy.” You squeaked, letting out a tiny giggle. Xiao paused his thrusts to stare down at you in disbelief, not knowing what else to say or how else to respond to your comment.

“You squished my ass, only to comment on the squishiness of it?!” Xiao asks, looking at you incredulously. You nodded your head happily, squeezing your thighs around his waist, making Xiao thrust into you.

“You have a squishy butt, but it’s not as squishy as Zhongli’s bubble butt!” You giggled loudly when Xiao narrowed his eyes at your comment. You didn’t know if Xiao’s reaction was caused by your comment or if it was because you mentioned Zhongli’s butt. Before you could open your mouth to ask him what was wrong, Xiao tightens his grip around your ankles and starts plowing his beefy cock in and out of your entrance. You wailed and dug your nails into his pale butt cheeks, your body jerking with every thrust.

“Do not mention another man’s name or his ass while I’m balls deep inside of you!” Xiao growls, leaning down and pressing his lips on the spot under your jaws. He begins to mark you while forcing his member deep inside of you, the leaking tip of his cock repeatedly striking the most sensitive spots inside of you.

“I’m sorry, Xiao! I’m sorry!” You screeched, your face contorting with pleasure as the knot in your lower belly started to form and tighten each time the mushroom tip of his cock hit the sacred spot inside of you. Xiao’s grip around your ankle tightens, and his thrusts become even more erratic. The sound of wet skin slapping, labored breathing, whines, moans, groans, and yelps resonate throughout your bedroom. You were sure that the men were able to hear both you and Xiao.

“Fuck! I’m going to cum.” Xiao grunts deeply.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Don’t stop, Xiao! Don’t stop!” You whined, tightening your thighs around Xiao’s waist. Xiao couldn’t contain his moans as he reached over to your wooden headboard and grabbed onto it before slamming his cock deep inside of you a few more times before he feels the pressure in his lower abdomen burst. Xiao lets out a loud gasp before collapsing on top of you, his cum filling you to the brim. You feel the knot in your lower stomach burst, making you clench around Xiao’s member before cumming around his now softening dick. Xiao breathes deeply before slowly pulling out of your cum-filled hole, collapsing right next to you on your bed.

“Holy shit.” You breathed, looking over at Xiao with wide eyes. Xiao snorted before wiping the sweat from your forehead with his thumb. Xiao pulls you into his arms, and you rest your head on his chest, snuggling up against Xiao. Xiao pressed a kiss on top of your head before resting up on one of your pillows and plushies. Wait, plushies.

“We just had sex on top of my plushies….” You trailed off, looking up at Xiao with wide eyes. Oh, your poor, poor plushies! They’re now traumatized and soiled with your and Xiao’s sweat and cum. Well, it looks like you’ll have to put all of them into the washer soon. And you’ll have to find a way to explain to Itto about what had happened to the shirt he had lent to you.

Note: Holy crap, part 3 of Crave is finally here!! I hope you all liked this part because part 3 is the longest "chapter" within Crave! I can't believe that I typed out 3.9k words of smut just for Itto himself ☠️ Anyway! I hope you all enjoyed this part! I am going to go to sleep now because I have church tomorrow! Yes, going to church right after I have typed out pure sin ☠️ For those who are wondering, I will be adding Aether, Heizou (and maybe the new male harbingers) to Crave soon! They'll be the last ones, though. I know this gets really annoying, but please keep in mind that I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3!

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reactionimagesdaily · 4 months

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REACTION IMAGES BLOG PATCH NOTES (aka the 10k follower celebrations got out of hand)

Hey everyone!

So it's been a hot minute since I announced that we passed 10,000 followers on here! I'm sure... well, I'm actually sure that most people won't be TOO fussed either way, but I did say I was gonna do some stuff, and I wanna stick to my word if nothing else xD

So! Let the celebrations begin! Firstly, I'm announcing a new QnA (I love those things) that'll last,,,, I'll say 2 weeks and go from there. Feel free to ask me about whatever you want!! If you want to cater to me specifically, my current big interests are Baldur's Gate 3, Cyberpunk 2077, Mass Effect, and uuuuh Halo. (Also Bionicle remains a constant.) (Lots of scifi videogame stuff at the moment...)

[IK there's still some stuff in the inbox I need to answer/respond to you - I promise I'll get to those as well <3 thank you so much for your patience, if you've been waiting]

Secondly, here's a new song cover! IDK how many of you have played the game Divinity: Original Sin 2, but here's me singing Lohse's song; Sing For Me.

Thirdly: here's a new gimmick blog! I Was Not Joking. (Though, for my sanity, it's gonna be weekly instead of daily.) I'll be posting the images I have saved in my folder called 'feral screenshots' - it'll basically be a collection of cursed images/images with strange auras. I wanna say y'all know the ones, but if you don't, then here's an example of what we're dealing with:

[Image ID: a person floating in a rubber ring in a swimming pool. On their head is what looks like a life-size Lego head.]

Introduciiiiing the Weekly Weird Images blog!

And Fourthly! It is my great pleasure to announce that we're adding alt text to all the images on this blog! Sorry it took so long to get round to T_T

And yes - I do mean we! To write out all the alt text for these images, I've on-boarded minion-in-chief/court jester aplomb @tizzytinkertilly! I (the reaction images guy) will still be handling every other part of the blog - she'll just be doing that bit. For the sake of my sanity xD

This is kind of a big change - both the addition of alt text, and the fact that this blog is no longer a single-person operation - so for the foreseeable future, the queue's been tweaked so that we only post 2 images a day instead of 4. (Fun fact! 2 images a day was the original MO of this blog, and then covid happened and I was like "I'll make it 4 a day because it'll be a nice thing to do for everyone while they're miserable in this pandemic :)" and then I never stopped (although you could argue that the pandemic never stopped either).) Maybe if/when we fall into a good routine and feel like we can do more, we can bump the rate of images back up, but right now this is a teething phase and I'm keen to slow things down for a little bit. :P (Tumblr has made some WEIRD mechanical choices for group blogs, I'll be honest.)

And, uh, yeah, that's all! Let the QnA begin- Hope y'all enjoy the song cover- Hope y'all enjoy the additional blog- A big welcome to Tinks and to alt text! Happy 10k followers, everybody!

#bwaaaaaah I can finally post this #It's taken way longer than it probably should have to get all of this together #Personally I blame executive dysfunction #but HOORAAY we're here now #not a pic #10k extravabonganza

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quokki · 1 year

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Full giffing process - tutorial (*≧ω≦*)

Due to little demand, i will be going thru my complete process for making gifs. so this will cover all the basics i hope! keep in mind this is just the way I personally do things! please feel free to send me asks or dms if you have any doubts or questions!

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ DISCLAIMER: Everything I know about giffing, I've learned from other tutorials, including the VapourSynth Resources I'll be using in this tutorial so I'll leave links to those tutorials I've used here as well!

In Depth Giffing Tutorial (link here) How to use VapourSynth (link here) ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

(o´▽`o) I'm a windows user so idk if this works exactly the same on mac!

First things first, you will need:

☆ 4k video downloader (download it here!) ☆ Vapoursynth (download it here!) ☆ Photoshop (download it here! -64bit version only)

Okay! The first thing you need to do is make sure you're working with the highest quality material possible to ensure a decent looking gif!

I'd say the minimum quality needed for decent gifs is 1080px. But if you really want to gif that low quality 2 frame milisecond of your fave, i respect that

☆ lives / streams and tiktoks are typically not very high quality ☆ for stage performances such as music shows, ts/tp files are preferred but those can be really hard to get a hold of (this is a whole deeper level of giffing hell and more of an advanced class topic so nevermind this for now!) ☆ those occasional 4k facecams on youtube work fine tho! ☆ for mvs, variety shows etc, you can download the video with good quality from youtube using 4k video downloader

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Now let's talk about tumblr and it's pre-requisites for a good looking gif post :D

Tumblr can be sooooo annoying about gifs okay.... I find it's best to plan my whole set before I actually start doing anything but hey that's just me. Some things to keep in mind are: dimensions, file size, number of frames and post layout!

☆ Dimensions

You have 3 main options here and it's all about the width!

☆ 1 collumn: single gifs! these should be 540px wide ☆ 2 collumns: split that in half! 268px wide so there's a lil breathing space between the gifs! ☆ 3 collumns: 3's a party! 177px for each gif please

You can go crazy on the height but the width should mostly stick to one of those 3 unless you want tumblr to pull and squeeze your gif around like a piece of gum.

☆ File Size

This is really important because tumblr has a single image size limit of 10mb. Which means that every single gif you make has to be under that size or you won't be able to post it. The other thing about this is that the dimensions, number of frames and ammount of varying colors throughtout your gif will greatly impact on the final file size. Basically, the larger the dimensions and the more frames it has, the bigger the final file will be. Later on I will show you how to check your gif's final size before exporting it!

☆ Number of frames

This has more to do with the length of your gif, the longer it is, the bigger the final file will be. Typically gifs should be under 3 seconds long. So if you are making a set, try to break the moments you want to include in your set by increments of up to 2 - 3 seconds each, otherwise it might not fit all into one single gif. The number of frames is also extremely important when making combined gifs but that's for another tutorial.

☆ Post layout

If you want to make a cool looking gifset (where some gifs are larger in dimension than others, or when you want to have a single gif followed by a line of 2 gifs next to each other), then it might be worth it to plan out the layout before you start making the gifs. This way you ensure you won't have to remake gifs down the line because they don't fit together the way you wanted to.

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Timestamping

For this step, you will go through the video you want to gif from and you will just write down all the sections you want to use, down to the exact seconds. Example: 02:30 - 02:32.

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VapourSynth (VS) - Clipping the video

I know VS can look pretty intimidating with it's bare coding and all but I promise it can be your friend. You just have to set it up correctly and pay close attention whenever you're using it. This software is a must for giffing, it will do all your cropping, resizing, sharpening and denoising for you, making sure your gifs look good. It is also indispensable when giffing ts/tp files because it deinterlaces those files so you can clip them.

First, let's set it up. This is the most annoying and difficult part of this tutorial so make sure you pay full attention to every single step!

☆ step 1) download a version of VS here (link).

☆ step 2) unzip the file on your desktop area.

☆ step 3) open the folder and find the file named "vapourscript (drop video file on me)" - make a shortcut of that file and move it to the desktop.

☆ step 4) find the folder named "gifs" - make a shortcut of that file and move it to the desktop.

☆ step 5) drag your video file you want to gif from and drop it on top of the "vapourscript (drop video file on me)" shortcut on your desktop.

☆ step 6) enter the timestamp input, in the first line it will be the starting of your timestamp, in hours format, then hit enter. in the second line enter how long your timestamps lasts, in seconds, also in hours format. then hit enter and let the code run.

☆ step 7) the resizer tab should now load on a web browser, then you will set the dimensions of your gif on the top left corner. you can also adjust the position of your gif within the video screen and zoom in if wanted.

☆ step 8) choose the preprocessor, denoise and sharpening options on the left and tick the boxes on. I usually just stick to the settings i'm using in my video down below.

☆ step 9) now in the VS box, go to file > load, choose the script saved in the gifs folder.

☆ step 10) copy the code from the resizer into the code in the vs screen, under the designated line.

☆ step 11) alter the code exactly like I did in my video down below. save it. this is now your default vs script for clipping your gifs. what you are doing by adding the hastag and the quotation marks is you're disabling those sections of the code. the reason you do that is in case you want to run the preview before exporting. this is because those lines involve some heavy graphic processing which can make the computer slow. I will talk about the script in more detail later on.

☆ step 12) i don't usually use this option but you can also preview your gif and set specific frames to start and end your gif. This is around the 4:30 mark in the video.

☆ step 13) time to export your clip! now you will temporarily remove the marks you added to disable the code and then go to script > encode video. in the popup box, you will select the option "export to MOV", then start so that you can use that video file in photoshop later.

☆ step 14) after you are done exporting, close the encoding box and then close vapoursynth, never agree to save the script when closing it, or that will override your default script.

☆ step 15) now you need to rename the encoded file for your gif. go to the gifs shortcut folder you created on your desktop, then go to output. this is the folder where VS will save all your encoded files. but everytime it saves the file with the same name so you need to come to this folder and change the name for every gif file you encode before you clip a new one, otherwise VS will just replace the previous clip with the new one you just finished.

Here's a detailed walk through of each step in this video tutorial:

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IMPORTANT

After you are done processing your first clipped file, now you have your default script already built in VS, so whenever you run it to clip more videos, this script will already be in your VS screen. So now all you need to do whenever you want to clip more files (to make more gifs) is to adjust the dimensions, positioning and zoom of the video in the resizer screen and then change a few numbers in your script! then run encode to save the clipped file.

☆ To make new clips: go thru steps 5- 7, also do 8 if you want to mess with the denoise and sharpening filters again, but I don't really know much about how those work so I can't help you with this.

Now what you need to alter in the code, each time you are making a new gif: after you run VS and change the settings in the resizer to what you want, you need to change the zoom numbers and the video positioning in the code.

you need to replace the numbers in the VS script on the left so they match the numbers in the resizer on the right.

Do step 12 if you want to set specific frames to clip. Then steps 13 - 15 and you are done! You need to do all this every single time you want to make a new gif.

Now let me talk a bit more about some of the lines in this script:

☆ line 14: #video = core.std.Trim(video, a, b) this line is to set specific frames to trim your video section, your final encoded file will be only the frames inbetween the numbers you input here. a = first frame, b = last frame. you will need to run the preview option in VS in order to see every single frame of your clip and select your first and last frame. I usually do this in photoshop later instead so I don't bother with it on VS unless i'm making combined gifs, in which you need all the clips to have the exact same number of frames. the hashtag at the beginning of this line means that the script won't follow this command when executed. so if you want to include it, you need to remove the hashtag before encoding your file.

☆ line 18: #video = haf.QTGMC(video, Preset="Slower", TFF=True) this line is for the preprocessor option in VS, that tool is mainly only used when giffing ts/tp files because you need to deinterlace them before you can use them on photoshop. so you will only need to remove the hashtag and enable it when giffing those types of files. when im giffing those files, i usually always keep it with this setting:

I don't really understand much about this so I never mess with it. If you want to know more, I believe there's more info about it in the tutuorials I linked at the beginning of my post.

☆ line 22: video = descale.Debilinear(video, 786,442) this line is for the zoom of the video screen. you just need to match what you have in your VS script to what you end up with in your resizer.

☆ line 25: video = core.knlm.KNLMeansCL(video, 1, 2, 4, 2.5, channels="YUV") this line is for the denoising filters, in my case I always use KNLM and this is what it's line looks like. I know you can change those numbers to change the filtering settings but I never messed with it so I'd usually just have it like that.

☆ line 27: video = fun.FineSharp(video, sstr=2.5) this line is for the sharpening, in my case I always use FineSharp and this is what it's line looks like. I know you can change the number to change it's settings but I never messed with it so I'd usually just have it like that.

note: lines 25 and 27 (which have to do with denoise and sharpening) are the ones within quotation marks in your default script. I believe the quotations work in a similar way as the hashtag, in which the script only executes the lines when the quotations are removed. Which is what you do everytime you are about to encode your clip, otherwise they stay on. I think you should also remove them if you want to test how they affect your gif in the preview screen but i think these filters also require heavier graphic processing which my computer can't handle well so I never do that.

☆ line 30: video = core.std.CropRel(video, left=303, top=16, right=215, bottom=26) this line is for the positioning of your video screen within the gif dimensions. you just need to match what you have in your VS script to what you end up with in your resizer.

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Photoshop (PS) - let's make a gif!

Now that we have clipped and preprocessed our video file, it's ready to go to photoshop!

☆ step 1) after you have opened PS, go to File > Import > Video Frames to Layers. Then choose the clipped file you created through VS.

PS should open a box like this:

Keep those options ticked and hit OK

☆ step 2) now you need to go to Window > Timeline to bring up the timeline tool box. This window will always be necessary when making gifs. Let's take a look at it, I've marked down all the important buttons you will need:

timeline menu: there are several commands in here, you will need to use some of them later on.

convert to video / frame timeline

play controls to watch your gif

trash can to delete selected frames. (when deleting frames, first delete them here and then delete it's matching layers which are still there after deleting the frames)

frame delay time: this is where you set the time for how long that frame will be visible in your gif

☆ step 3) remember how I mentioned the preview option in VS and how i don't usually use it to trim the frames of my clip? That's because I usually do that at this step of the process, in PS. Notice how each frame is also a layer, and when a frame is selected, the matching layer has the eye symbol next to it turned on. So now you should play your gif and see if there are any frames you don't want to keep, then delete the frames and it's matching layers.

Since we applied sharpening filters back when we were clipping the video on VS, your clip should probably already look pretty decent even before the next steps, so steps 4 - 9 are optional. The coloring part of my video has been sped up.

☆ step 4) click on the timeline menu and select "Select all frames", then go to the select menu at the top of the PS screen and select "All layers". Now click on button 2 of the timeline at the bottom left, switching from the frame timeline to the video timeline.

☆ step 5) before you do anything else, make sure the blue holder is at the beginning of the track before you do anything else. Then go to Filter (at the top of PS) and select "Convert for smart filters". This will convert all the layers into one single layer.

☆ step 6) now make sure the layer is selected, then go to Filter > Sharpen > Smart Sharpen. A box will open with several options:

I usually keep the amount to around 30, I don't touch on radius and you can also mess with reduce noise if you think your gif is looking too sharp. Hit OK when you're done.

Since this is a filter applied to a smart object (the converted layer that contains all our layer - frames), this means you can turn this filter on or off as long as the layers are in the form of a smart object. You can also go back to it and alter it's settings (like I've done in my video down below)

☆ step 7) now while making sure the blue holder is still at the beginning of the track and the layer is selected, click on the timeline menu that i mentioned above. Then go to Convert Frames, then select Flatten frames into clips.

☆ step 8) again go to the timeline menu, Convert Frames, but now select Make Frames from Clips. Now click on the button at the bottom left of the timeline box, to convert the video timeline back into a frame animation. Then hit continue in the pop up box.

☆ step 9) now you are back to the frame timeline screen from before, but now the first frame is empty. You need to delete that first frame and then check the final frame because sometimes PS also creates another empty frame at the end at this point.

☆ step 10) PS also created a new layer under the layer 0, where the filter is still applied, you can delete this new layer as well. Now for organizational purposes, select all remaining layers (that contain your frames) and group them (you can see how in the video).

☆ step 11) This step is also optional, now I like to add the coloring to the gif. I have a separate tutorial exclusively on this topic. You can check it here:

☆ step 12) This is the time when I also add my signature. This is optional. You need to have the signature layer(s) on top of all the other layers. I usually have it in all black or all white, with lowered opacity of around 40%.

NOTE:

When adding elements (such as a signature) to a gif, it's important to always make sure you have the first frame selected, otherwise PS can move your newly added elements around the canvas on different and random frames. This also applies to anything in the layers pannel that has specific opacities. It's best to already add the elements with the final wanted opacity with the first frame selected.

Exporting + Delay time

☆ step 13) To export: go to File > Export > Save for web (Legacy). PS will open this box:

First I just use the exporting screen to test the delay time of my gif, and to check the gif's final size.

About the size: The final size is displayed at the bottom left. Remember it needs to be under 10mb. If it's above that, then you will have to go back and delete frames and test again until the size is within the limit.

About the delay time: To test the delay time, hit that play button and the gif will play at it's default delay time. If it's too fast or too slow, you will hit cancel and change the delay time (at the next step).

For actual exporting: The highlighted box at the top right of the screen is very relevant now. Make sure the first box has the GIF option selected. At the next box, you can select either perceptual, selective or adaptive. I usually like to use adaptive. At the next box you need to choose either diffusion or pattern. I like to use pattern. Tick the transparency box and then select either pattern or diffusion transparency dither.

Once you are satisfied with all aspects of your gif, hit save to export your final gif.

To fix the delay time: After you have exited the export box, go back to your timeline, click on the menu button at the top right and select "Select all frames". Then, on any random frame, click at the small arrow next to the numbers under the frame. Select the option "Other". That will open a pop up box to alter the delay time. To test it again, use the export box explained above. Once you are satisfied, save your gif! I've also altered the delay time in my video to show you the process.

☆ step 14) After your gif is done and saved, I'd suggest to save your psd file if you added any coloring to it. This is so you can reuse the coloring later in other gifs without having to redo it all. This is useful if mking a set of gifs from the same moment / video.

Here's a detailed walk through of each PS step in this video tutorial:

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I hope this tutorial is helpful! Feel free to send me any asks if you have doubts or need extra help! (つ≧▽≦)つ

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