I Agree So Much, There Needs To Be More Hisoka Fics, Heck More Hxh Fics Period

I agree so much, there needs to be more Hisoka fics, heck more hxh fics period

Late Night

Contains: fem y/n, oc insert, smut, porn without plot, making out, wetness

FINALLY a new smut fic from me, lol. I’m so obsessed with Hisoka right now, I’m sad that he’s not that popular bc I miss all the other fics people wrote for him, I mean they’re still there but they’re not that frequent anymore. :”(

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It was the crisp hour of 2 o’clock in the morning; usually any normal person would be asleep, however Hisoka was wide awake, sitting on his knees with Y/n laid on her back spread out for him, the bed squeaked as he thrusted; if the other occupants in the arena suites were to hear them, Hisoka didn’t care; it served as a reminder, Hisoka gets to fuck his nice girlfriend while the other floor masters get nothing. Y/n’s butt was on his lap, leaving her exposed pussy at the perfect angle for him to slide his cock into. He had taken her three times already, she was filled to the brim with cock and cum. After that third load, she thought he was finished— but he took hold of her hip and pulled her back.

“Oh come to papa.” He snickered through grit teeth, “I’m not finished with you yet.”

Y/n’s soft, plush legs bounced back with the force of Hisoka’s mad intimate rhythm, along with her breasts.

The broad-framed magician’s soft, ginger hair had stuck to his forehead with the sweat that was rolling down his fit body, one hand on his lower back with the other holding Y/n’s hip, keeping her in place while he thrusted his pelvis back and forth. Hisoka grunted and groaned softly in pleasure; his hand moved up and down her waist, rubbing over her belly and feeling the slide punch deep within her every time he thrusted inward.

“Y/n, baby..” Hisoka groaned, looking down at her with narrowed eyes; eyes filled with passion and love.

It was a look he always bestowed upon her, in a moment of intimacy or not; Y/n was the apple of Hisoka’s eye, anyone could tell when she entered a room the man would light up, instantly striking up conversation with her and looking at her with that love struck adoration.

“Mmf! Hheeh.. u-uuhhff..” Y/n whimpered and moaned, her back arched while she turned over on her side; his cock twisted within her but Hisoka found a way to adjust himself. The man lurched forward, both of his large hands on either side of Y/n now, one of them holding hers. “After the day I’ve had baby, you’re just what a man needs.” Hisoka snickered through his grunts. Y/n looked up at him with a small pout, her cheeks were a bright pink and her eyes were glossed over.

After three rounds of non stop sex, Hisoka’s loads of cum began to spill out of Y/n’s full pussy, the wet squelches and noises were loud and made Y/n’s spin shudder with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Their laps were soaked in both of their own messes, they were both tired and about ready to collapse; but Hisoka just kept going, chasing the release that always brought him satisfaction.

Oh this body.. he groaned, “H-hhahhhh..” he growled low in his throat, bringing one hand to slide down her back until he cupped her ass, feeling it bounce while he plowed her into his shared mattress. Y/n, such a sweet girl.. and a beautiful, soft body. He growled and smacked his pelvis against hers even faster, his hand squeezed her waist now. “You’re such a good girl.” Hisoka growled at her before rolling her over back on her back; he liked her better that way, it was hard for her to avert his gaze when she was like this.

And Y/n looked so submissive, so small under his large, muscled body. Sometimes if the room was dim enough, he would cast a shadow over her. That amused him.

The small thin vein going down the middle of his v line that curved down and coiled around his cock twitched slightly, his “happy trail” as Y/n referred to it. He remembers how he would always shiver in pleasure when she would gently drag her finger over it, then down to his clothed crotch sheathed by his boner, poking at the mound his cock made within it. Squeezing his bulge in her hand, giggling, “Squishy” before swiping a strand of her hair behind her ear and lowering her face to give it a soft kiss.

Y/n always lit a fire in the man’s loins.

“A good girl like you deserves all of my cum.” He licked his lips and leaned down, their lips molding together wetly. Hers were already coated with their mixed saliva. His slimy tongue entered her mouth and they slid together like snakes mating. His tongue filled her mouth out good just like his cock filled out her pussy.

Hisoka’s hips staggered and he plowed into her faster, the bed creaked and squeaked— if it broke then he could easily get Y/n to fix it without the embarrassment of hiring somebody else. “H-Hisoka.. H-Hiso.. mmm,” he could feel the heat from Y/n’s pussy, hot passion; she was close “Let go for me, babe. I’ll give you more cum.” He whispered into her, they panted on each other’s lips, their eyelashes fluttered against each other.

Grunts, groans and whimpers filled the room; along with wet slaps made from their intimacy. Hisoka finally came for the last time of the night, his sticky cum flooded her walls and mixed in with his previous loads. They were a panting mess, their bodies clung to each other as he stayed connected to her. Hisoka lifted her chin up with a finger to connect their lips for another wet kiss, where smooth lips rubbed against each other, their tongues lapped at each other.

“Uughh.. fuck..” Y/n whimpered and sat up on her elbows, looking down at Hisoka’s cock still buried between her legs, “Is.. s-so sore..” she mumbled and wiggled her hips away so that she could push his cock out. Hisoka held the side of her thigh while his other hand held behind her head, “Oh? Perhaps I went a bit too rough.” He chuckled softly and kissed her forehead.

“No shit.” Y/n mumbled before Hisoka gave her another kiss on the lips.

“Come on my pouty princess, let’s get you cleaned up.”

A list of a few otome games that I absolutely love~

My First Otome game, also I’ve played a lot of other voltage games so I’m not gonna add anymore to the list just take my word for it.

Seduce Me

I love these games right here. I’d do anything to ask Michaela Laws (The creator of the games) to make a three. Love the opening song lol.

Mystic Messenger

Luckily I already had no life when I played this game so the 3am chatrooms didn’t bother me too much. Opening is a banger lol.

Cinderella Phenomenon

I love this game, Waltz Is my bae and these other boi be so damn cute. Plus it has a pretty good story on top of that Highly recommended. Also the opening song slaps.

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Isn’t technically a otome game but also yes it is fight me. Lol in all seriousness the dating sim elements are pretty nice and love these bois.

Obey Me

I… loved this game but unfortunately I do not play it anymore. Why? Well the grind to get to the next story just wasn’t fun anymore so yeah I do however realize that these bois have unique personalities and are cute. I just don’t have the patience.

Xoxo Droplets

This game here~ I love everything bout it except one thing the be friends with everyone mechanic. I honestly hate it and a younger me actually stopped playing it because of it the first time. It just wasn’t fun, now I know u can just cheat that away but then it gives you nothing to do but wait until the weekend to spend with ur asshole boi of choice. (Mines is Everett) I still recommend it tho I’m just impatient and easily bored.

Our Life: Beginnings and Always

This is one of the best damn otome games I played. It has many options to make your character feel like you and a sweet boi that I personally really like. It has a great nostalgic feel that made me wish I spent more time playing outside as a child, this game made me cry a few times and just made me want to give any kid I have a nice childhood like the one’s in this game. Plus the music is great very soothing.

there was almost nothing that got under cyno’s skin more than seeing you laugh at the jokes of others. 

he has always considered himself a rational person, as is necessary for someone in his position. he never hesitated when cowering academics promised him untold riches and profound knowledge if only he were to turn a blind eye to their breach in conduct. nor did he feel swayed by their tears, stuttered apologies, and passionate appeals. this professional air wasn’t limited to his work as the general mahamatra. it followed him everywhere, bleeding his interactions with others. 

so why was it that such an inconsequential little detail like you finding amusement in another disturbs him? 

no one is ever able to tell he’s gloomy in the days that follow, but that doesn’t make it any better; he knows he is and that’s punishment enough. so he goes and carries out his business, his steps feeling a bit heavier than normal, as if the sand beneath his feet was desperate to swallow him up. the long walks in between hunting down those who violated the rules established by the akademiya were accompanied by the howling wind and remembrance of your laughter. that no matter how hard he tried, had never be directed at him specifically. he’d used all his best material and everything. how someone he respected as much as he did you found value in such squabble is beyond him. 

that’s when he arrives at a game-changing epiphany. 

perhaps the issue isn’t that you don’t appreciate the joke, but that you can’t. he must be getting so caught up in providing quality delivery that he doesn’t put all his cards on the table. while he has offered brief explanations in the past upon seeing your forced chuckles, that wasn’t enough. he needs to get far more in-depth. walk you through the punchline from multiple perspectives with an extensive backstory for each element, down to why he chose each word. only then would you appreciate his ingenuity and grace him with the sweet laughter he knows can come from your lips. 

on his way back to sumeru city, he resolves himself to sit you down for hours if need be. he will get what he wants, no matter how hefty the time investment is.

imagine instead of having to deal with pollen allergies you get absolutely railed by dryads.

Using tree roots and branches to restrain you

They take their turns filling up your pussy or ass until your belly bulges with their seed

BUBBLE POP ELECTRIC | TIGHNARI

summary: tighnari really should have known better than to bring you up to the jungle to help him remap a flooded path--you always seemed to let the curiosity get the best of you and this time was no different than the rest.

warnings: fem!reader, aphrodisiacs, biting (tighnari bites hard enough to draw blood, not much tho), switch!tighnari, switch!reader, breeding, unprotected sex, thigh riding, dubcon (aphrodisiacs involved), implied marathon sex

notes: can be read in same universe as the other tighnari fic small taglist: @kxeyas @mxnjiros @manjiroscum @semisgroupie @dxlucs @tokyometronetwork

wordcount: 5.5k

REBLOGS FOR BOOST APPRECIATED — DISAPPEARED FROM TAGS. AGAIN

Tighnari never should have trusted you alone out in the Avidya Forest. No matter how many times he sat you down to show you what to avoid and what was safe, he knew that half of the time it went in one ear, out the other. You were not cut out for the outdoors, it was apparent from the first time he had met you lost and alone in the southern part of the forest, but you were adamant about staying around Gandharva Ville, and Tighnari wasn’t really sure why considering that most of your work was in Sumeru City.

“Tighnari,” your voice was soft and hesitant as you called his name, and Tighnari couldn’t help the sigh that escaped his lips, and he couldn’t help the way his shoulders slumped. You never sounded soft, much less hesitant, unless you believed you had done something you were not supposed to. And Tighnari could not imagine what that something might be considering he had mistakenly brought you to try to remap one of the main paths up to the Lokapala Jungle after a flood had torn it up. 

He rose to his feet from where he was kneeling on the ground next to a tree stump, making notes on parchment. Turning to face you with his hands on his hips, he pursed his lips, “What did you do now?”

His suspicion rose when he noticed you weren’t standing too far from him, hands hidden behind your back, a nervous expression on your face. Or was it nervous? Tighnari realized he couldn’t quite tell but something was clearly wrong. 

He took a few steps closer to you, which might have been a poor decision on his part because he wasn’t exactly sure what was going on with you yet. “C’mon now, what did you do? Answer me alre-”

The smell that hit him was more telling than any answer you might’ve been able to give him. Flowery, overwhelming, dizzying, his blood ran hot as soon as he inhaled the scent and Tighnari nearly stumbled mid-step. He screwed his eyes shut tight, trying to plug his nose and calm himself down through taking in deep breaths from his mouth but it just wouldn’t push away the searing feeling that was clouding his mind. 

“There was a flower, I thought it was nice looking, I just wanted to get a better look at it,” you sounded distressed, “It started making me feel odd, I figured I would bring it back for you to take a look at.”

A litany of curses and reprimands rose to his lips but he couldn’t force himself to push them out, too focused on trying to step away from the mind numbing scent before he lost control. You took a step closer to him, brows furrowed in concern but it only made it worse, “Get that flower away from here,” he was able to choke out but even when you tossed the flower away, he couldn’t force away the hot feeling running through his blood.

“Tighnari,” you called his name quietly, “I wasn’t thinking, I-”

It wasn’t on you, he wanted to say. He hadn’t thought to teach you about anything other than poisonous flowers and fruits, the more pressing threat in the forest considering if you had accidentally brushed by or eaten one, you might be dead before he even knew what you had done. Aphrodisiacs had been the last thing on his mind, especially considering there weren’t many in this part of the forest.

And it wasn’t like this was a big deal, he tried to convince himself, but the heat pooling in his lower stomach told a different story. Aphrodisiacs wear off after a day or so, it wasn’t like it was life-threatening, and it wasn’t like… Tighnari’s body shuddered, he let his eyes slide shut again as he tried to calm himself down. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had to deal with situations like this before whenever he went into heat. 

Turn away. Breathe in, breathe out. 

The only issue was that he had never gone into heat with someone around and he wasn’t quite sure how to deal with trying to let the aphrodisiac wear off when you were around and suffering through it too. He supposed it would be easier and more logical if… 

Tighnari pushed the thought from his head. No, he told himself, not an option.

“Tighnari,” you called his name again, and you were closer this time--he could hear it and smell it. His ears twitched at the sound of a leaf crunching beneath your foot. The scent of the flower clung to you, and it made his head feel murky, it took every inch of self-restraint to take another step away from you and he bit back another string of curses when you only followed him. “Tighnari, it burns.”

He forgot. Tighnari briefly let his eyes shut as realization hit him. His sense of smell was more sensitive than yours, and his body processed the aphrodisiacs more quickly--so where he was immediately hit with the intense need for sexual release, it hit you slower, a simmering pain that would shift into what he was currently feeling.

He forced his gaze back to you, noticing the uncomfortable expression on your face. And he tried to open his mouth to say something to you but his tongue felt heavy and his body felt fuzzy, he almost instantly forgot what he was trying to say to you. He couldn’t help the way his mind began to wander, eyes drifting down your body.

Focus.

“The flower is an aphrodisiac,” Tighnari finally said, and he nearly bit his own tongue when he noticed the confused look you gave him, forgetting that you were not from up north in Snezhnaya, where flowers like this did not exist. “It’s releases an agent that stimulates sexual desire. It’ll start as a burning sensation, which I am sure you are feeling right now, and it will shift into an increased need for pleasure soon.”

He spoke as logically as he could with the way all of his nerves were fired up throughout his body and it was hard. But he had to focus on anything but the way his entire body was hot, the way his breath was heavy and erratic, the way he could barely draw his eyes from you.

He had to set up a tent for the night because he was certain that neither of you would be able to make it back to Gandharva in this state. You were still all the way up north by the jungle. He swore everything around him felt slow as he got to work--his body sluggish, unmotivated to do anything except try to release the burning pleasure that was pooling in his lower stomach. 

He could hear you still standing over at the edge of the small clearing, he could smell the way your body was reacting to the aphrodisiac, the sweat from the anxiety and the burning and more unfortunately, the pheromones that your body was releasing. Not for the first time, Tighnari cursed his sensitive nose for putting him in difficult positions although this one was different from the rest--he was used to nausea after rather disgusting smells, he was used to the way tears would spring to his eyes at the rotting scent of the Withering, he was not used to being overwhelmed by a scent that drove him halfway into a frenzy he usually only experienced during his heat.

And it was only going to get worse, he realized mournfully, swallowing thickly as he laid out a mat beneath the tent. Once you finally started feeling the full effects of the aphrodisiacs, and your body started reacting to it properly, Tighnari was not sure how he was going to control himself.

He genuinely couldn’t tell if time was moving too slow or too fast--all of his movements felt slow and clunky, a far cry from how he was usually able to move swift and agile even through the densest parts of the forest. He did not like it, between the physical impediments and the way he couldn’t even get his mind to focus, he felt vulnerable and vulnerability was not something that was good when deep in the forest.

He knelt next to his bag again, fumbling with an incense that Tighnari hoped would calm him down but as he moved to light it with trembling fingers, his body stiffened, hair on end when he realized you were walking toward him. His mouth went dry and he placed the incense on the ground, turning his head to look at you from the corner of his eye. 

Your arms were wrapped around your torso, and he could see the way your body was shaking, and he could see the nervous look in your eyes as you approached him. He wondered how long it had been since you originally came in contact with the flower--you had been missing for around a half-hour while he was trying to figure out just how severely the path had degraded before you had shown back up. 

It had to have been a while, he realized, noticing the scent of your arousal was getting stronger rapidly, breaths coming out in short, uneven puffs. 

“Tighnari,” your voice was soft and airy, an underlying whimper to your tone that had him scraping his tongue against his teeth trying to get himself under control. He shut his eyes as his vision started to tunnel. Breathe through your mouth, he told himself, but it wasn’t helping, if he were being honest. It felt as if your scent was seeping through his skin, being absorbed into his blood, burrowing into his bones. He couldn’t get free of it, it was overwhelming every cell in his body and Tighnari didn’t know what to do. 

“Don’t come any closer,” Tighnari spoke as firmly and sharply as he could but he had a feeling that it did not come out half as firm or sharp as he intended for it to. 

You did not listen, and Tighnari swore that he stopped breathing when you came to kneel on the ground next to him, thigh grazing his--and he was grateful for the fact that he wore pants out into the forest, because no matter how many times he told you how stupid it was, you insisted on wearing the outfit he had met you in. Rather short and impractical for hiking considering one brush against the wrong plant would give you rashes all over your legs--and Tighnari wasn’t sure he would be able to handle your skin touching his if he had been wearing shorts. 

“Tighnari,” you spoke his name again, and Tighnari had to physically swallow the groan that was building, throat bobbing when you leaned in closer. He turned his face away, letting his eyes slide shut again as he tried to ignore you as best as he could. He wondered how you couldn’t tell that he didn’t want you coming any closer. A part of him wondered if you did notice, and didn’t care, but he dismissed that thought rather swiftly--you reeked of desperation, and you reeked of need, and every little instinct of his pleaded with him to give in and give you what your body was begging him for. 

No, he told himself, trying to keep a hold on his self control.

Hazy and dizzy, everything felt muddled except for the burning sensation in his lower stomach. All he could smell was you, all he could think of was you, all he could feel was the pins and needles pricking at his skin, calling for your touch. 

Control yourself, he thought again, don’t-

You moved closer.

The thread of self-control he maintained thinned even further, his head drooped and his lips parted, he let out a shaky breath. He could feel your body pressed up against his side, he could feel the way your chest rose and fell rapidly against his arm, he could feel your breath fanning across the skin of his neck and his fingers twitched to pull his hood up to cover his bare skin. 

“Tighnari,” you said his name again, clearly trying to get his attention but Tighnari couldn’t force an acknowledgement past his lips because he wasn’t certain if the words he would let out in response would be coherent or not. “Tighnari, how long does this last? I-I feel so, I need-”

Tighnari couldn’t let you finish the sentence, fearing that if he did, what you spoke would be the last push he’d need for his self control to snap. 

“Twelve hours, give or take, we just need to wait it out and-”

“No,” you sounded as if you were close to tears, and Tighnari couldn’t bring himself to look at you. His entire body froze and stiffened when you shifted onto his lap to try to face him. Tighnari let out a noise that he wasn’t sure if leaned surprised or needy. Straddling one of his thighs, Tighnari nearly choked as your knee pressed up against his cock, barely stopping his hips from bucking up to grind against you. He could feel you drenched through your panties, he could feel that way your hips were almost instinctively circling, trying to relieve the need for release—he cursed your impractical outfit yet again, this time for entirely different reasons. “No, Tighnari, we can’t wait twelve hours, I’ll die, I’ll die, I feel like I’m gonna die.”

Tighnari brought his hands to your hips to try to move you off but to his horror, he found his grip tightening and he couldn’t bring himself to try to push you off. 

“You won’t die,” Tighnari choked out, “It’ll pass quick and-“

You weren’t listening, and Tighnari’s voice faltered at the soft whine that escaped your lips as you began to rock your hips against his thigh—just enough to make his body shudder. He couldn’t push you off, he couldn’t let you go, he was drunk off the smell of you and drunk off of the feeling of you from just the barest of touches. He found his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, subtly helping you move your hips. 

Tighnari was grateful for the loose pants he wore, otherwise he was certain that his cock would be straining painfully against the material. With parted lips and wide eyes, he watched raptly as your head fell back, eyes shut and lips circled in a silent moan as you slowly began to pick up the pace.

Tighnari felt like he might pass out. His head felt light, his body felt weak, and he could feel your slick leaking through your panties onto his pants, he could feel your knee unintentionally rubbing up against his cock with every roll your hips, his cock was painfully hard in a way he had never experienced before, even during his heat, and your scent overwhelmed him so intensely that he just couldn’t think straight.

His fingers pressed deeper into your skin, helping you grind down harder on his thigh more apparently now. He panted heavy, chest heaving as he unconsciously tried to shift your body closer so that your knee was pressed up more against his cock.

It’s fine, he told himself, he’d just help you get off. That was all—aphrodisiacs could be painful if not relieved. He didn’t want you to hurt.

But even as the thought crossed through his head, Tighnari couldn’t help the way a whimper built at his throat. His throat spasmed as he tried to swallow it, every primal instinct in his body urged him to take you against any and every available surface—press your back up against a tree to fuck up into you, chest down on the ground fisting your hair to rut into you from behind. He wanted to stuff you full of his cum over and over again, until you were dumb and drooling beneath him and he was weak and shaky above you.

“S’not, s’not smart to be stuck in the forest like this,” you were nodding frantically, rocking your hips faster. Your hands ran up his body to cup his cheeks, forcing his face to angle up toward you. Tighnari’s breath caught when he caught your lidded gaze, pupils blown wide, lips wet and bitten from where you’d been gnawing at them. He wondered if he looked half as lewd as you did and the thought made him embarrassed. “Think it, think it would be better if we got it out of our system, yeah?”

And Tighnari wanted to tell you that wasn’t how it worked—that even if the two of you tried to fuck away the desire brought on by the flower, it would only be a momentary release, but the word were garbled in his head. He could barely think straight, much less speak, all he could focus on was how his cock was twitching in his pants every time your knee pressed up against it, all he could think about was you and the primal needs that were taking over his mind.

“I think that would be better, Tighnari,” you gasped out, a whimper slipping past your lips as you rolled your hips against his thigh again, “Don’t you?”

It won’t make it go away, he wanted to warn you again, but just as he was about to try to force the words out, your nails raked down against one of his ears and through his hair and any thoughts of protests were washed away in an instant as he let out a low groan, head tilted back.

You seemed to take that as some sort of okay because in an instant your lips were latching onto the bare skin of his neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, sucking gentle bruises, tracing patterns with your tongue. 

“Oh, g-“ Tighnari’s words were yet again cut off when you trailed your lips up from his neck to press them against his, moaning into your mouth as you moved to fully straddle his hips. You pushed your tongue into his mouth and Tighnari really couldn’t do anything besides try to keep up, lips sliding messily against yours, eyes rolling back as you dragged your tongue across his, hips rocking against his, your slick underwear slipping right over his clothed cock. 

Tighnari’s body was moving before his mind could catch up, one palm sliding around you, hand spread across your back as he flipped the two of you over, lips never leaving yours. As soon as your back hit the ground, Tighnari was pressed up against you, rolling his hips, breath shaky against your skin as he dragged his lips from yours to place wet kisses down your jaw and neck. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist immediately, hips jerking up to meet his as he bucked his cock up against your cunt. And Tighnari’s eyes nearly knocked back as you let out a loud keen of his name, nails digging through his top and into his back.

“Want you in me,” you gasped as Tighnari’s teeth scraped your neck, and the moan that he let out at your words was obscene. “Tighnari, I need you in me, ‘ll die. S’so hot, so hot.”

You were hot, Tighnari could feel your skin burning beneath his lips and fingers. He let out a muffled gasp when he buried his face into your neck, fumbling with his pants to try to pull out his cock.

“I’ve got you,” he said, but he wasn’t sure if his words were coming out correctly, too lost in the feeling of your body trapped beneath his, lost in the scent of you and that god forsaken flower. His vision swam as he finally pulled his cock out, body shivering when his fingers grazed it. “I’ll make you feel better.”

With his free hand, he slid his hand up your thigh to let his fingers curl around the waistband of your panties. He pressed the pads of his fingers against the damp cloth covering your entrance and his lips parted in a silent moan as he felt just how wet you were.

Your panties were soaked through, slick dripping down your inner thighs, stick and hot. He pressed a finger against your clit, rubbing a soft circle around it and your body was reacting instantly—hips jerking up to try to grind against his fingers, a cry escaping your lips, nails dragging down his shirt trying to pull him closer.

He slid your panties over to the side, fingers dipping between your folds and Tighnari’s mouth felt dry, head dizzy, body trembling when he felt just how wet you were. It’s only because of the aphrodisiac, he tried to stay logical. 

He tried. 

You were burning up, in genuine pain because of what the aphrodisiac brought on and Tighnari was in the same boat. Every little movement had his body screaming for release, every little thought surrounded you and your body and your scent. A part of him couldn’t help but wonder how bad his heat would affect him with you around if this was how bad an aphrodisiac affected him with you around. 

He couldn’t help the way his chest rumbled at the thought, imagining you with him while he was in heat, stuffing you full of his cum over and over and over again. His body heated up impossibly more, his eyes slid shut again, breathing slow, trying to control himself. 

If he were to continue to be logical, it would make sense as to why it would be smarter for the two of you to try to fuck the effects of the aphrodisiac away--being trapped deep in the forest like this, in this type of vulnerable state, was probably one of the poorest situations that Tighnari could imagine. Should the two of you get attacked, neither one of you would be able to concentrate well enough to fight off the aggressors. 

So this was just the smartest decision, he wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince himself or what. It wasn’t like he was just doing this to satiate his own need for release because he would be able to wait it out, he would. Although the way his cock twitched, body quivering with need, told him differently.

“Stop teasing,” you gasped as he parted your folds, finger tracing up to circle your clit gently. Your hips jerked up, “Stop teasing, Tighnari.”

And Tighnari swore that his name sounded heavenly on your lips, clouding his mind unlike any other. Tighnari was not keen on alcohol, it dulled the senses, but the scent of you, taste of you, feel of you was intoxicating and he couldn’t get enough of it. He was drunk on you in a way he had never been before, he needed more, it wasn’t enough--he had never felt so desperate and needy before and he didn’t know how to feel about it.

But he couldn’t really linger on the thoughts--not with your nails digging into his back and dragging down to his biceps, not with your soft moans, not with the hot breath fanning across his skin, not with the way you were grinding up against his hand, eyes teary and wide and pupils dilated as you begged him for more. 

He barely bit back the whimper on his lips as he reminded himself that he wasn’t doing this for himself, and for his pleasure, he was just trying to help the pain that the aphrodisiacs brought onto you subside. But from the way his cock throbbed as he pressed his tip against your entrance, slipping against the wetness, he knew he was barely even convincing himself.

He pushed himself inside of you slow—or he tried to at least, but the moment he felt your warmth wrap snug around his tip, he lost hold any thread of self control he might have retained.

His hips moved on their own as they bucked up into you suddenly, all of the breath ripped from his lungs as your walls squeezed and fluttered around his cock, sucking him in deep even as he tried to pull his hips back.

And you were no help, of course. Your body writhing against the grass, legs tightening around his waist, eyes squeezed shut, jaw slack, lips puffy and wet—god, he swore it was something out of his lewdest fantasies, the nights where he’d find himself up late at night thinking about you, hand unconsciously drifting toward his cock and the days during his heat where he would imagine you were there helping him through it.

“Feels s’good,” your voice was slurred and your eyes were half-rolled back as Tighnari began to rock his hips into you. “Faster, faster, need more.”

Tighnari could barely focus on what you were saying, breath heavy and shaky, arms trembling on either side of your head as he tried to control himself. The feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock had him on the verge of passing out, the warmth was dizzying, had his legs tense and abdomen twitching as he tried to push back the orgasm that approached all too quickly.

His head dipped, sweaty forehead pressed against the side of your cheek as his pace shifted into a more frantic and erratic one. His body begged him to let go, that primal feeling taking over yet again--begging him to fill you up with his cum, stuff you until you were leaking onto the grass below and then keep going, filling you up again, and again, and again, until both of your bodies gave out, mark you up as his and his alone. 

Let go, and he nearly listened, a low groan building in the back of his throat as his face dropped to your neck, as his teeth grazed your neck. And he nearly lost hold of the thin thread of self control that he managed to snag back as his canines pressed into your skin. Don’t. 

With a whimper at his lips, he pulled from your neck. Doing this for you, he tried to remind himself, but his thoughts were garbled as your walls spasmed around him, as you cried out his name so loud that he swore the whole forest could hear you. And a part of him, deep, deep down, knew that it was bad--that the noise would attract unwanted guests, but the larger part of him was simply spurred on further. 

He grunted as he reached down, a hand hooking around your thigh to lift it to your chest. And perhaps he did recognize that he really was going against his words--if he were only trying to help you, then he would have pulled out after you had finished, let you recuperate from your high and bask in the momentary relief from the strain the aphrodisiac laid upon you.

And he knew that, breath shuddered as he snapped his hips into your faster, rutting into you at a pace that had you sobbing with each thrust. He could feel the thread of control ready to tear, and he made the mistake of glancing down--eyes falling upon where your bodies were connected, watching as his cock dragged in and out of you with every rock of his hips, watching the way your cum ringed around the base of his cock, dripping down to pool beneath the two of you.

At once, any self control he might’ve retained was gone, his mind felt numb as he brought his lips back to your neck--no intelligible thought running through his head besides you. He panted, abdomen tightening, body burning as he fucked his cock deep, deep inside of you. He could feel every inch of your walls fluttering around him, he could feel the way your hands slipped beneath his top, clawing against his back and abdomen, the way your free leg tightened around his waist while the other tensed and shook in his hold. He could hear the way you were crying out for him, sobbing his name, your cunt throbbing around him--you were cumming again, over and over again, eyes knocked back, drool pooling at the corner of your lips. 

He thought you would’ve been too sensitive to keep going, but you were holding him tighter, trying to rock your hips in time with his thrusts. 

“Tighnari,” you gasped his name and Tighnari inhaled sharply, inevitably a mistake as immediately your scent flooded his blood and the fog returned. All he could smell was you and your pleasure, all he could hear was the way you breathed out his name, chanting it over and over again, begging him for more. “Tighnari, I-”

Your voice cut off abruptly as Tighnari dug his teeth into your neck hard. He should be more gentle, he tried to remind himself, but he tasted beads of your blood on his tongue and could only let out another shaky moan, his hazy mind fully intent on marking you as his. His tongue lapped at the wound, nails digging into your thigh as he pushed your thigh flush to your chest while his tail wrapped around the leg you had holding his waist, his other hand coming up to cup the back of your head, pulling his lips from your neck to press them hard against yours.

He could feel your hands sliding up and down his body, nails scratching his skin, back arched up into him as you writhed beneath him again. He bit back another loud groan when he felt you cum around his cock again. 

Everything felt hot, spreading across his skin like a wildfire, the coil in his lower abdomen was tightening and begging for the release he was desperately chasing. His eyes screwed shut when you brought one of your hands to his head, accidentally tugging at one of his ears, and his lips parted in a cry of your name, his hips stuttered against yours before stilling, spilling his cum deep inside of you. 

His vision swam in the aftershocks of his orgasm, he felt oddly drugged and his chest heaved as he gasped for air. Body trembling and ears twitching, he tried to push himself off of you but his breath caught when he found his back to the ground, blurred vision slowly focusing in on you hovering above him. 

“Wh-”

“S’not enough,” you sounded distressed, and he wondered if the aphrodisiac was having a stronger effect on you because you just weren’t used to the wildlife in this part of Teyvat. “Tighnari, this is all your fault.”

Still half dazed out, Tighnari blinked, “My fault?” he gaped, trying to focus on your words instead of the way you rolled your hips slow over his. “How is thi-”

“You didn’t tell me about flowers like this,” you accused, but your voice lifted off into a giggle as you leaned down kissed up his neck and Tighnari could only tilt his head back for you, giving you better access to his sensitive skin.

“I warned you about the bright colors,” Tighnari protested, but his protest was weak even to his own ears as your teeth brushed against his skin. He bit down hard on his bottom lip, eyes sliding shut. 

“Well, perhaps your teaching methods just aren’t effective then,” you noted.

Offended, Tighnari propped himself up on elbows to look at you. “And how would you propose I make them more effective then?” he asked dryly.

But he was afraid he might have fallen right into whatever trap you had laid out for him, because the smile that spread across your lips as you looked up from his neck was nothing short of predatory and it had his instincts on edge. 

“I’ll show you once we get back to Gandharva,” you said in a way that had him itching to deny your proposal, but before he could open his mouth, your lips were on his and any thought he might’ve had was wiped from mind as you began to rock your hips faster.  

His hands came up to your waist as he moved his hips in time with yours, and as that aphrodisiac-induced haze began to sweep back over him again, he couldn’t help but feel he had landed himself in a bit of trouble once the two of you got back to Gandharva Ville.

Usually angst isn’t my thing but this one hit me in the feels. Life most definitely does go on.

The World Goes On [Yandere L Lawliet x Reader]

Title: The World Goes On [Yandere L Lawliet x Reader]

Synopsis: The world goes on without you, and that is the worst realization of all.

Word Count: 1112

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, depression, brief mention of suicidal thoughts, stockholm syndrome

The world goes on without you.

And that’s the worst realization of all.

That while you were terrified and anxious and angry at being locked up by a man with a letter for a name, at being treated like you were an object be owned and touched and kept with no regard to your own wishes, the world simply… kept going.

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