Intimacy Records

Intimacy records

synopsis: what kinds of horny stuff they have in their phones and which is the favorite?

pairing and characters: Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Dr Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Sampo, Sunday (separately) x fem!reader

tw: SMUT, established relationship (marriage/dating), consensual recording of lovemaking, nudes, oral, lingerie, fingering, masturbation, public sex, breast play, shibari/blindfold, sex machine, creampie

word count: 4.3k+ words

Aventurine

Undoubtedly this man has a whole separate folder for intimate stuff. Of course, he demands you send him something on a daily basis - doesn’t matter if it’s a quick snap of your choice of lingerie in the morning, or recordings of touching yourself - but never enough to cum, it’s his job. Naturally he loves having reminders of you being at his mercy - thus there are also videos of you both (with primarily established consent). All that to say - he has quite the collection, so it’s really hard to pick a favorite, the most desire-arising one.

Maybe it’s a category actually - self-made media created out of bet. Who’ll cum first? Can you keep going without tearing up from pleasure for longer than 10 minutes? Is he patient enough not to touch your sexy self, while you masturbate in front of him? Who is going to be louder this time? These kinds.

”I hope you are ready to lose,” your lover smirks, making himself comfortable between your legs. Camera floats a little, as you chuckle behind it. With a momentary adjustment, the focus is on his face again and he winks, before turning to trail a little path of kisses across your thigh. The image jumps, when he sucks on the skin, and slightly trembles as you let out a sigh. Then it’s firm, as Aventurine wraps his arms around your thighs, his nose teasingly rubbing against your clit. Suddenly there is a lick, then your breath hitches…. And then he buries his mouth into your pussy. It doesn’t take much time for the image to begin shaking wildly, almost matching your debauched noises. There is squelching, there are award-winning male moans, muffled by your heat, soon there is a hand, your hand, reaching down and grabbing his hair. Phone strangely angles, hardly supported by just one hand, until it falls camera down onto the shits. After that, there are just delicious screams of yours, chanting the name of your lover and begging him to stop, while he doesn’t listen, taking his reward for yet another win.

Yeah, he proved you can’t keep the camera focused while he is eating you out in that one. It’s truly a pity, that more than a half of what was going on, didn’t get recorded in image. Maybe next time you'll do better - oh... That's actually not a bad idea at all… Looks like you are in for another bet.

Blade

His situation is… quite peculiar. First of all, he has so little care for his own phone outside using it to get info for the mission, to the point ANYONE from the Stellaron Hunters can just take it and do whatever with it (Silver Wolf and Kafka practice it a lot). Even your relationship doesn’t change it much, he messages you rarely and quite shortly, preferring to save the conversation for personal interaction. 

However recently, Kafka has been putting a plan into action - the first step of which was banning everyone from getting into his phone (herself excluded). Then she’d start sending her colleague an occasional picture of a set of lingerie she’s oh so sure would look wonderful on you. Blade never answers, but he doesn’t tell her off either, and by the snooping she knows that the pictures get bookmarked, the links for the shops she attaches are visited, and sums of money are being spent.

Oh, and by checking the chat… She knows you get them delivered. Does she text you to shower you with compliments? She does. At first it was a little embarrassing and you asked Blade if he could, maybe, pay better attention to his phone??? But soon, when your lover started showing the telltale signs of jealousy... It became pretty hot (plus praise from THE Kafka? Ego-boosting).

Blade doesn’t voice it, but more than seeing you all pretty for him, he loves seeing you ruined for him, and doesn’t complain when you ask him to take a picture with your phone of whatever part of you, focusing on the marks, or the torn crotch of your panties, or something alike… There are times when he would text you with a simple ‘send me pictures with torn stockings’ or ‘yesterday. open nipples bra. now’ , because he knows you have them, and you deliver, because you know he loves them. 

Has his favorites:

Depicts your thighs, bitten and opened wide, while the black panties are pushed aside to let two thick, scar-covered fingers dive into your pussy.

Your body after one of the sessions - bra roughly pushed down under the mark-covered breasts, panties missing, one stocking still on the leg, but with multiple holes in it, and the other tying your wrists above your head.

A small video you insisted on recording of the man tugging onto your garter belt whenever he wanted your hips to push towards his thrust, threatening for the thin elastic material to snap.

Even though he doesn’t save them, he knows how to get an easy access to them, so for Blade it works quite fine (and Kafka’s plan does too, making Blade look less intimacy-repulsed and spicing up your relationship).

Boothill

A cyborg, whose only human part of the body is the head, and sex life… How can this be possible? 

Oh, trust me, it can. Sure, his bodily reaction differs, but he still is excited to get nudes from you, finally able to express through the text what he really thinks with that foul mouth of his. A voice recording of you dirty talking to him? Awesome. A video? You can bet his engine is overheating and vents are whirring.

But in all honesty, the ones he truly loves and returns to are the recordings of him doing stuff to you. Call him self-conscious, it’s not like he can bite back with a swear, but the reminder that he can bring you pleasure even now is sometimes necessary.

The lights are intimately dimmed, not enough to bring the room into utter darkness. Two bodies are lying almost intertwined with your back turned to the camera. The metal arm of your lover has sneaked under your side and around your waist, fingers digging into the plush glob of your ass, tugging on it, to further the spread which is created by your leg thrown over his hip. Your pussy is perfectly presented to the camera, puffy and slick, with two gray plated fingers massaging it. Digits slide up and down your labia, occasionally staying on the clit, to rub tight circles on it and elicit some sweet moans out of you, only to return to their previous ministrations, dipping the tips juuust a little bit into the quivering hole. Your back arches and body deliciously shivers from the contrast of his cool and your heat, and you softly whine, when he releases your ass cheek to give it a spank and then grab it again, unwilling to let the sight of your cunt escape his phone’s camera. You whimper something, muffled by his chest, but he remembers by heart what you were begging for. ‘Please, put your mouth on me.’ He will, in a minute, but right now he pushes both fingers to the second knuckle in, making you jolt in his hold, but not letting you go anywhere.

It’s captivating, how his inhuman digits disappear and reappear with every thrust he makes; slick-covered they look shiny, as if you polished them, and the cyborg shudders, imagining your tongue running around them. That’s one dangerous video, he may just give in to his want to see you and abandon the mission he was assigned to…

Dr Veritas Ratio

Unsurprisingly, Veritas’ phone doesn’t contain that much stuff in general. Maybe some downloaded articles, notes to put down later, if he doesn’t have a piece of paper at the moment, and very few pictures, mainly of his writings on the chalkboard. Don’t be discouraged though, of course he has pictures of you. Some selfies you took after “borrowing” his phone and ones he doesn’t have a heart to delete (but he will scoff at you, should you decide to tease him), and some very well-thought images he took on his own accord - he needs reference for when he decides to let his mind rest from research and focus on sculpting.

And one might think that such a reserved and cold man will not entertain storing anything explicit on his phone. Well, he indeed does not have any pictures and videos saved - if he wants, he can either find what you sent him via your chat or just demand your assistance. However… There is something that strangely became his way of concentrating when doing his research…

”Oh! Mh- *thrust* Veri- ohmygod! *thrust*”

“Wait- Aaah! I can’t! I’m sore! MmmmMMM!” “No, you can and you will. Now hold still, I can’t eat you out if you keep thrashing around.” “Oh Aeons!”

*Slick sounds of you going down on him, gurgling and choking on his girth, occasionally gasping to catch your breath, only to have his cock buried in your throat again*

“Baaaby… I miss you so much… Can I come to your office? I promise to be good… Just need to cockwarm you - nothing else I swear. Let me keep you company pleeease. Imagine how nicely it'd be to have your cock buried in my pussy, while you are working… Need to help you with stress-relief, it's gonna feel so-so good.”

“Oh fuck, o-oh, love, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I’mcumMIN-” “Ngh, s-so…tight…” “Aaaaaaah~!”

“Veritas Ratio, if you come home in ten minutes, I will give you a nice massage and then ride you damn cock, till the only thing you can think about is not your work, but me. If you fail to do so though… I wonder if my threat to use some toys instead will work. Just know that your wife is very mad. And horny.”

It doesn't matter if the audio was taken while you were intimate or it was something you sent to him and he saved - he thoroughly enjoys everything your voice has to offer to him. And if instead of concentrated it accidentally makes him horny - he'll just play the next one, while undoing his pants.

Gallagher

Oh, this man is a menace. And a huge ass-lover. His gallery is full of pictures of your booty: clothed, just panty-clad or bare. There are shots with your body clearly being bent, ass up and back covered in his load. Videos of him fucking you from behind, with cock sliding in and out of your pussy? Obviously. Recordings of it jiggling as he spanks you? Would’ve been strange if they weren’t there.

However, in that vast collection of his, there is a video that’s most peculiar - one might say scandalous. It was one of those nights when he took over the bar for Siobhan and you came over at some point, all enticing and so sexy in that little dress of yours… He could not resist taking you right there once the establishment was closed. And it got on security camera...

Moans so loud, that they are reaching the recording device, are still of the delicious kind. Your back is arched over the bar counter, arms lifted and wrists tied by none other but Gallagher’s wine-red tie, and held by his own hand for good measure. The front of your dress is pushed down, revealing your pretty breasts, jiggling with every thrust of the man’s hips, and the hem of it has ridden up, baring your stomach and mark-covered thighs. Your lover is barely unclothed, pants and boxers pushed down just enough to free his cock and the tie, obviously, missing. The hand that is not holding your wrists, is grabbing onto your leg, under the knee, lifting it for a better angle, and showing off a lewd detail - your black lace panties hanging on your shin. You are looking positively debauched, and he is no better, groaning and cursing, with an occasional exceptionally rough trust that makes you scream and whine. There are teeth-gritted ‘slut’s and huskily chuckled ‘bad girl’s with your pleading ‘sir’s and ‘Gal’s, all of that deliciously seasoned with the clapping of the wet skin colliding. But nothing beats the moment of you cumming, depicted by no less than three cameras from all of the hottest angles…

Of course this footage was ‘confiscated’ by him with some dumb excuse for Siobhan (he doubts she believed it, given the knowing look and shit-eating grin she gave him), with all traces destroyed except just one copy thoroughly hidden on his phone. He thinks you two should repeat that - this time, however, he’d love to bend you over the counter with your back facing him…

Gepard Landau

Gepard would die if someone took his phone and got into his gallery. Poor man has to change the password weekly to throw Serval off his case (she was only teasing, but that made her brother paranoid). There is a reason for such behavior - while he is way too sweet and gentlemanly to suggest making sexy pics or, Supreme Guardian forgive, videos, he can't help but to be too whipped for you. 

This man dutifully saves every single photo and video of yours - nudes included.

You don't send them very often - you don't want to kill your darling husband. But sometimes the yearning is unbearable, and there is a suffocating need to show Gepard what he is missing while away on duty (you always leave a warning message though, so he could check it while alone and undisturbed).

No matter how red and embarrassed he gets, the man timidly admits that he enjoys this kind of attention. He is not beyond the earthly pleasures - he too has a favorite theme, that recently became more present in what you send him…

At first you looked so absolutely cute and domestic with his huge sweater on, the one you personally knitted for him - the beginning of the video didn’t look all that different from the photos you sent him just minutes before. But soon it becomes clear why you asked if he was alone, because once you position the phone and climb onto the bed, your full attire gets revealed. White stockings are replacing your usual home pants, and as your fingers grab the hem of the sweater and tug it up, the white panties from a matching set start peaking. The view is both pure and alluring, with the way your legs are spreading wide, and the sweater being pushed further up, baring your braless breasts. The hem gets secured between your teeth and both hands teasingly run down your sides, index fingers drawing circles around the tits, before squeezing them; as one remains right there, the other slowly slides down your stomach, disappearing under the hem of those flimsy panties. Imagination paints wild images - every next is hotter than the previous, and only your muffled moans of his name and rapidly rising chest are indicators of how good you feel with fingers pushing in and out of your pussy. And that damn sweater… You are not taking it off.

The Captain of the Silvermane Guards has one guilty pleasure - you, wearing his clothes. Domesticity, longing, finding comfort in something of his touches his heart and heightens his love and desire for you, almost making him consider taking a regular day off.

Jing Yuan

This man literally worships the ground his wife is walking on, so OF COURSE he wants to have as many pictures and videos of you as possible. It gets so boring and lonely when he is at work, after all. But don’t be fooled by his sweet and innocent smile, there are not only cute shots of you both or just you, he has sexy stuff too.

Man is obsessed with your chest. It’s his favorite pillow (thus so many pictures of him snuggling his face right between your breasts), his best stress-relief (photos and short videos of his big veiny hands cupping and squeezing your girls, with an occasional swipe of the thumbs over the erect nipples), his favorite place to leave marks on (no one can see them under the clothes, but just one tug of his finger on your collar and he is met with a delicious sight. Plus the photos he asks to send occasionally).

Loves, loves, loves, purchasing lingerie for you and when you demonstrate your bra-clad tits. He immediately wants them in his face, but there is the phone screen keeping him away.

But oh does he love recordings of playing with them.

Your body is steadily bouncing on your husband’s lap, creating a beautiful melody of skin slapping against skin. There is an occasional peak of his thick cock, covered in your juices, that immediately disappears again, undoubtedly swallowed by your pussy. One strong arm is wrapped around your waist, supporting you, while the other hand is palming at your left breast. The right one has fallen victim to his eager mouth, lips wrapped around the nipple, sucking on it tenderly, tongue toying with the overstimulated nub. His eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, moaning around your breast, when you tug on his luscious locks, trying to push him away, to give you a small rest. He is drawing back indeed, planting a soft kiss to the valley between the jiggling globes, and you sigh in relief, deceived by his affectionate action. Only for you back to arch and mouth hang in a loud moan, when Jing Yuan brings your other breast to his awaiting tongue, dropping both hands to your hips to aid you in speeding up your riding, sensing your nearing orgasm.

Maybe next time you should try recording him making you cum by playing with your chest only… Ah, just the thought makes his cock swell.

Loucha

As much as Loucha enjoys your company and more often than not allows you to accompany him in his journeys, there are times when he can’t take you with him. Which means he leaves for weeks, or sometimes a couple of months, going through the days without a single touch from you. Before getting into a relationship with you, he could survive without intimacy just fine, but now, since he knows the taste of affection and being spoiled by you, it’s getting hard.

That’s when recordings on his phone come in handy, especially when there is no opportunity of a video call to indulge. And there is one he most frequently returns to…

Your chest is rising and falling, pretty breasts with perky nipples brought together by a wrap of a rope. Red and purple marks bloom on your skin akin flowers, some fresh, some from days before. Sweat shines on your hot skin, indicating just for how long the blonde has been torturing you with pleasure and denial. There is a small shake of the video, as your lover is establishing his phone, having just started the recording, and softly making you aware of how good you look - you wouldn’t know with that blindfold covering your eyes. Once the angle is perfect - capturing your arms, tied above the head, the arch of your back and thighs pushed together for stimulation, the man is joining you on the bed. It is cock-hardening, how you lift your head to find his lips, when you sense him leaning down, needily allowing him to indulge in a kiss before the game of orgasm denial continues. His hand meanwhile is creeping down your body, starting with caressing your cheek, fingers sliding down your neck, over the swell of your breast, thumb pushing against the nipple, eliciting a moan out of you right into his mouth, and then palm splaying on your stomach, traveling even lower, before it disappears between your thighs.

Loucha is a man of foreplay. There is nothing more satisfying to him, than indulging into your body before sinking his cock into your warmth. He loves making you squirm, completely at his mercy, drawing you right to the edge, and then denying you the sweet release, just to make you yearn, just to stretch the process out.

Sampo Koski

Sampo is nasty and that is not a secret. I am sure, if you were up for it, he’d suggest filming porn just for the giggles (and extra cash, come on, you both are fucking hot). There are teasing nudes and intimate videos, and it’s not a rare occasion of either of you texting the other with some found porn with a caption ‘let’s try it?’ and you do, frequently recording the process to compare later, and claiming that your performance is better.

However, sometimes it tends to not go according to the script (not like you usually have one). Sampo is chaotic and it’s not hard to lose focus with a lover like him, and these exact moments are Koski’s favorite. Despite being a Masked Fool, during these times he himself looks so sincere, it’s as unnerving, as it is exciting. Rewatching such videos and seeing how you mirror the look in his eyes, giggle with him, even crack a joke, all without ruining the mood - makes him believe he’s found his soulmate (and if you did film porn with him, he’d never share this level of intimacy with your viewers, it solely belongs to you two).

You are giggling, shaking your head with a wide smile, all the while lying on your stomach between his toned mark-covered thighs and leisurely fisting his hard, leaking cock with an angrily red tip. 

‘Sampo, please, be a little serious, we are trying to be sexy here.’

‘We are sexy! What’s not hot in shaping my and your pubic hairs into the lips?? They could kiss, when we fuck!’

‘You are unbelievable,’ you snort, trying to save the last bits of your composure, and leaning forward to mouth at his tight balls. This makes your lover pornographically (how ironic) moan, throwing his head back.

‘Mmm, yes, right there~ Oooh… If am soooo unbelievable, it must mean I am dreamy? How about I bring you to a Penacony, to a Dreamscape? I bet in your dream I’d be as good in bed as I am in reality.’

Your resolve snaps and you burst out laughing, letting go of his sack and pressing your face to his thigh, shaking, dropping the hand from around his cock. Sampo whines.

‘Come ooooon, I was so close!’

‘Shu-ah-ha-t-ah-uh-p,’ you manage through your laughter. The man pouts, but the gaze of mint green is summer-warm as he is looking down at your trembling form. Your voice is pretty, your cackles are pretty, and oh damn he is laughing too.

And these are just the first few minutes of the last video, the thing has a duration of half an hour, so, obviously, you didn’t stop there. That’s what Sampo Koski loves - no matter how cringe you become, it’s never a reason to stop the whole process. If anything it’s something to spark an even longer and intimacy-filled one.

Sunday

Keeping personal stuff on his phone is quite dangerous, given Sunday’s position. That’s why he owns two phones - his work one, and one to mainly contact you, his sister, and a small circle of the most trusted people. He is extremely good at handling the owning of two separate devices, never mistaking one for another, that people are often convinced he has only one.

But it’s his personal cellphone that interests us. Oh, does he have a whole collection of photos and videos of you, one folder in particular hidden just for good measure. Sunday is a collected and regal man, yet it doesn’t mean he has a hard time enjoying your teasing. Quite contrary, sometimes he welcomes it, loving the photos you send him from an outing, shopping for clothes, or better yet, lingerie, sending him multiple shots of different sets and asking him which he loves most, and which he’d like to see on you tonight. 

There are videos too, especially when he’s been extremely busy, and you are oh so needy, sending him short recordings of touching yourself, sighing out his name, begging him to come and help you. However, there is one he particularly likes…

Big silicone cock is being pushed in and out by the machine he purchased for you to quell your need when your husband can’t be there for you. You are on your stomach, with hips slightly raised and pushed backwards, chasing the toy, and he can see the perfect outline of your pussy, outer lips swollen and puffy, covered in a sticky substance, opening and constricting in attempts to accommodate the girth. Your moans are sweet, so-so sweet, hitting a high pitch, when the dildo falls out and a thick glob of cum substitute escapes your pussy. And then another, and another, messing your thighs even more, ruining the towel underneath you. Yet you don’t stop, reaching behind, and pushing the tip back into your tight warmth, making the toy pick its pace again. It’s squelching, it’s so dirty, but it’s so hard to look away. You give yourself creampie, after creampie, sometimes stopping to collect the substance and push it inside with your digits, fingering, moaning and whining for your husband, wishing it’s his cum sploshing between your walls, breeding you.

Yes, it’s his favorite, almost 4-minute video. Ever the neat freak, he can’t deny you look heavenly when ruined, on an equally ruined bed, begging for his attention and semen. You have to forget about the machine for some time, however, because since then Sunday has been truly devoted to breeding you.

Divine Beast, With Grace Replete

This is really horny and so self indulgent it will probably rot your brain but I craved to write something so catered to me and make you all suffer. I hope you enjoy :)

cw. smut, penetrative sex, oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, creampie, heat cycles, vidyadhara reader, female reader 3.8k words

nsfw below the cut

"Ahh Bladie~"

A salacious moan tickled the back of your throat as a spine-tingling shiver crept down your spine, causing heat to rapidly pool in the pit of your stomach. You shivered on top of Blade, his strong, scarred hands planted firmly on your hips as he pushed, fingers sinking into your pliant body until the skin spilled between his digits. Another loud moan bubbled up your throat as the fire in the pit of your stomach was stoked into fiercer flames, your eyes just as dazed as your mind as Blade dragged his rough tongue through your creamy folds.

Your wet pussy clenched around his tongue as it parted your silky folds, sinking into your quivering hole as he buried his head further between the apex of your thighs. Your soft thighs quivered around his head, wisps of long, dark hair tickling the sensitive skin as he forced you to sit, resting more of your weight on top of him as he happily suffocated himself between your thick thighs. You couldn’t stop whining for him, lungs pinching in your chest and mouth dry as you struggled to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth. You could barely think past the thick haze clouding your mind, the rampant heat inside of you making your stomach tense as you desperately sought more friction.

Your hips shuddered as you rolled them with every shaky breath, your neglected clit throbbing for attention as you grind against Blade’s tongue. The tips of your ears turned hot at the obscene sounds coming from between your legs as Blade’s wet lips smacked together, tongue piercing your centre as it wriggled and twisted inside of you. You could feel it drag against your plush walls as Blade groaned beneath you, your sweet nectar dripping into his waiting mouth and causing drool to drip from the corners of his mouth. Black nails sank into your hips, encouraging the hedonistic rhythm of your hips as you were rocked back and forth on his greedy mouth, nails carving crescent shaped marks into your searing flesh.

A soft growl stirred in your throat, followed by a pleased purr as your sharp teeth gnashed together. Your long, serpentine tail swished across the sweat soaked sheets beneath you, gold scales shimmering beneath the dim light as it coiled and twisted. The knot in your stomach twisted tighter, your gold horns illuminating your flustered expression as they softly glowed along with the arousal simmering hotly in your veins. Your shaky hands gripped Blade’s throat as you leaned forward, allowing his tongue to slip deeper inside of you as the tip scraped against the most sacred place inside you. A strangled noise rumbled in Blade’s chest as you gripped his throat tighter, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

"Blade" you called again.

You were starting to lose all sentient thoughts again. All you could focus on was how your current heat cycle ravaged your mind and body, reducing you to nothing but a whimpering, snarling beast as you sought pleasure to sate the inferno raging inside of you. Your breathing grew ragged as Blade continued to indulge you, his freakishly long tongue brushing against the opening of your cervix as your pussy slobbered filthy around the slick appendage. Stars swirled in your vision as your hungry gaze raked over his naked body laying prone beneath you. You swallowed the budding saliva on your tongue, tasting the desire in the back of your throat as you watched the mesmerising way his cock would bob with every uneven breath you took. The fat tip of his cock slapped against his stomach as you mewled, drooling thick drops of pre-cum that stained his skin with beads of white. Your fingers squeezed around his wind pipe, a noise of approval stirring in Blade’s throat as you kneaded the flesh beneath you like a needy cat. You could taste his arousal on the tip of your tongue as you breathed deep, letting the pheromones of your own arousal mix with the heady aroma as it curled in your lungs.

Your claws sank into his throat as the blistering coil in the pit of your stomach finally threatened to snap, the pleasure you had been seeking so tantalisingly close it made your head feel giddy. A string of babbles spilled from your mouth, incoherent words mixing into the cacophony of noises that crawled out of your throat as your body teetered on the edge of the crumbling precipice. Your chest heaved with exertion, soft tits bouncing and nipples pebbling with arousal as the tip of Blade’s tongue indulged in the taste of your womb, bumping against the soft, gummy patch deep inside of you that made fireworks explode in your belly.

Your golden tail squirmed, thumping harshly against silken sheets as the coil in the pit of your stomach shattered into a million tiny pieces. You came with a primal cry, voice stinging your throat as white-hot euphoria flooded your veins with relief. Your pussy spasmed around the harsh push of his tongue, hot walls gripping him tight as your sweet nectar spilled into his mouth. A growl vibrated beneath you, causing your toes to curl into the soles of your feet as your back arched with a graceful curve, talons raking across his flesh as the pressure in your stomach continued to burn. You squealed as Blade pressed his fingers against your clit, the bundle of nerves shrieking from the sudden attention as he rubbed it in quick circles. You shuddered as your pussy spilled more slick against his face, pretty pearls of white dripping down your trembling thighs as Blade drank his fill.

You whimpered as his sharp teeth pressed against your fluttering pussy, the intimate press of his mouth making the heat bubble in your stomach once more as the infuriating knot coiled once more. A constellation of tears clung to the edges of your lashes as your knees wobbled, pleasure still sparking in your system as you fought to regain any semblance of control with your spiralling senses.

You were given a brief moment of reprieve when Blade finally lifted your hips, tongue parting from you with a slick pop. You breathed a heavy sigh, an ache resonating deep in your bones as your body pitched forward and you collapsed into the warm embrace of your nest. Soft sheets of silk and fluffy blankets hugged your body as you sank into the comforting confines, small trinkets of silver and gold brushing against your overheating flesh as you tried to reign in your harsh breathing. You hummed softly as you nuzzled your face into a soft pillow, your senses comforted when your reassuring scent mixed with that of your mate, Blade, tickled your nose.

You felt strong hands on your body, scarred skin causing goosebumps to prickle along your flesh as your tail shuddered in excitement. You were carefully coaxed onto your back, your dazed eyes gazing into piercing orbs of red as Blade stared down at you. A soft mewl rumbled in your chest as your tail lazily coiled around his ankle, your hands pawing at his chest as you tried to coax him into coming closer to you.

"Blade, please" you mumbled.

You couldn’t articulate well what you wanted. The stifling heat that suffocated your senses was already demanding to be sated again. You needed him. You wanted him. You desired for him to nestle so deep inside you until you couldn’t tell where either of you began or ended. Yet you could barely force the words out, mind and body too overstimulated and overwhelmed with your heat cycle that you were nearly rendered mute, unable to effectively communicate what it was that you wanted. Luckily for you, Blade had become so accustomed to your heat cycles that on instinct, his body knew exactly what you craved and how to sate it.

His eyes flickered like bright candle wicks as his large hands curved around your hips, rubbing fondly against your soft belly as he nudged your thighs apart with his knee. A pleased sound rumbled in his chest at the sight of your pussy dribbling slick, arousal staining the soft insides of your thighs as your twitching clit flushed to life once more.

"Does my little dragon desire more?" Blade asked, a teasing lilt to his voice as his hungry eyes raked across your naked body.

You dumbly nodded along to his words, tail twisting tighter around his leg as you tried to usher him into your arms. A lazy smirk crawled over Blade’s lips as he hovered closer, your nostrils flaring as the heady scent of his natural musk pierced your senses. It only caused your pussy to gush like a river as you ached with desire. You whimpered as Blade’s thick fingers ghosted along your dripping slit, toying with the pretty pearl between your sticky thighs.

"Your pretty little cunt is drooling for me" Blade said, his voice brushing against your ear in a husky whisper.

You trembled with want beneath him, a whimper getting caught in your throat as your sharp teeth chewed on the dry skin of your lips. You eagerly leaned into Blade’s touch as he dragged his hands along your body, back arching as his warm hands engulfed your trembling bosom. Your breath hitched as Blade leaned closer, his leg pushing between your thick thighs and offering you a small mercy to let you grind on his muscular leg for relief. Your slick pussy slipped along his leg as his hot breath fanned against the shell of your pointed ear, scarred fingertips pinching the stiff, pink tips of your nipples and causing soft moans to stir in your chest.

Your teeth dug the insides of your mouth as Blade’s lips trailed up, mouth hovering closer to the glowing horns nestled on top of your head. You released your bruised lips with an abrupt cry as Blade’s tongue swiped over a golden horn, a faint shimmer of light echoing as your horns glowed along to your sudden spike in arousal. A chuckle breezed past Blade’s lips at your reaction, thighs tensed around his leg as you desperately grind your dripping pussy into his leg and applied pressure to your swollen clit.

"Needy" Blade stated with a click of his tongue.

You raked your nails across his broad chest as he flickered his tongue along the branches of your glowing horns, your fingers scratching across pale scars and dipping into rough cuts as you pawed at him.

"Please Blade, need you inside me" you mewled, body twisting as you tried to offer up more of yourself for his viewing pleasure. "Blade…Ren…"

Tears dripped down your flushed cheeks as your emotions twisted and coiled. You couldn’t control how your body reacted any longer. You were just along for the ride at this point. Blade hushed you with a gentleness that most wouldn’t think he was capable of, hands cupping your burning cheeks as his thumbs dabbed under your swollen eyes. You sniffled softly, your tail weaving between Blade’s thighs as the smooth scales dragged across his skin. They were normally cool but during your heat cycle, the scales would burn as hot as the coals of a forge, branding all it touched. Not even a wince of pain crossed his visage as he continued to hush you, wiping away the tear stains as his lips pressed to your forehead.

"Don’t cry, little dragon. I’ll give you what you want."

He was a tool to be used. A solution to your problem. A remedy to what you craved. A sigh blew past his lips as your body started to relax a little, tension easing from your taut muscles. A soft purr vibrated in your throat as Blade’s hands returned to kneading at your chest, squeezing your soft tits together as he pushed his hips forward. A pleased moan escaped your lips as your hands caressed his hips, fingers dancing along his alluring v-line as he rutted the head of his cock against your slick clit. Your body thrummed with renewed arousal as Blade caught your lips in a searing kiss, tongue prying the seams of your lips apart and delving into the hot cavern of your mouth. You could taste your own slick on his tongue as you hungrily sucked on it, heat coiling low in the pit of your stomach as Blade swallowed every eager noise that tried to crawl out of your throat.

Your legs tangled loosely around Blade’s waist as the tip of his cock pressed against your sopping entrance, the round head catching on your fluttering hole as your body tried to suck him in. Blade couldn’t contain the mirthful laugh that rumbled in his chest as he parted from your lips, hips rocking forward as he slowly pierced your centre. Your hands scrambled for purchase, wrapping around his back as his thick girth started to stretch you. Your pussy burned with strain as he continued to rock forward, the pressure of your pussy being split open emptying your head of every single thought. Your tail coiled tighter around him like a snake, constricting his thigh as you moaned and clawed at his back, urging him to sheathe himself inside of you faster.

The breathe was stolen from your lungs when you finally got what you wished for, his cock dragging along your gummy walls as he seated himself inside of you. He was only halfway in when he already felt your walls constricting around him, your delicate body wracked with another mind-numbing orgasm as your pussy drooled around him. A snarl threatened to tear from his throat as he groaned deeply, teeth bared as your warm pussy squeezed him snuggly. Beads of arousal dripped down the sides of his cock as he continued to push into you, working up a slow steady rhythm that had you writhing in your nest of fluffy blankets. You pressed your heels against the small dip in his back, talons scratching down his back and leaving behind thin, red welts that made his vision swirl. A shaky breath escaped Blade’s parted lips as he brushed his nose along your throat, letting your intoxicating smell consume his senses further. Normal humans shouldn’t be able to perceive the pheromones that a Vidyadhara in heat could give off. But then again, he ceased being "normal" a long time ago and the scent filling his lungs only stirred his hunger for you as it gnawed in the pit of his stomach like a starving beast thrashing in its cage.

He tasted the perspiration on your skin as your insides turned to mush around the shape of his cock, his thick girth bullying your insides as the flames of passion licked at the base of your spine once more. Your lips parted around his name yet no sound came out, only your stuttering breaths as Blade’s lips wrapped around a pert nipple. Your hips jolted, the tip of your tail squirming as your eyes screwed shut against the onslaught of bliss. The brief moment of darkness was a small blessing as the pleasure buzzed around you like a persistent swarm of insects. You whimpered as Blade pressed the flat of his tongue around a hard tip, teeth clamping down on the sensitive nerve and sending a jolt of electricity to race along the curve of your spine. Your nails bit into his skin as another rush of pleasure tore you asunder, your pussy gushing and spilling more slick on his cock as he thrust deeper inside of you.

The hunger inside of you still wasn’t sated and demanded even more as your body was drenched in a hot flush, sweat dotting your brow as every hair on the nape of your neck stood up. You could feel Blade carving a path in the deepest parts of you, the fat head of his cock pressed against your cervix and aching to release a sticky load into your womb. Your skin tingled as his hips passionately snapped into yours, a forest of dark pubic hair tickling your clit as he ground his pubic bone into the swollen nub until it felt like your bones were going to turn to dust from the friction. You drooled as all your senses were assaulted with pleasure, the next orgasm building in your body threatened to tear into your body without remorse, nor surrender. You twisted beneath Blade as you finally found your voice.

"Blade…fuck…please."

Blade let go of your supple tits with a wet pop. He smoothed his hand over your round belly, feeling the soft bump as he moved intimately beneath your skin. His cock filled your insides with sticky warmth as he bullied it against your cervix, movements bordering on maddingly desperate as he craved to sully your womb.

"What do you want?" Blade asked with a purr of your name.

"Inside" you panted, tongue wetting your dry lips. "Please. Cum. Inside. Me."

You were starting to lose your voice again as you cracked at the edges, heart jumping up into your throat as your eyes fluttered open to stare into red, piercing orbs. Blade couldn’t ignore how you so sweetly called to him, luring him deeper into your warm embrace. It should be downright shameful how tightly he was wrapped around your finger. Perhaps he would have felt it if he wasn’t currently buried balls deep in your sopping cunt.

He pressed further into you as his arms wrapped around the bend of your knees, hoisting your legs higher over his back with a display of strength that had your mind and body singing with praises. He nudged his nose into the hollow of your throat, his sharp teeth following the searing trail his tongue left behind as he threatened to bite down. You tipped your head back and offered yourself up, needing for him to bury his pearly white canines into your flesh and mark you. You tucked your burning hot face into his shoulder as his teeth scraped along your throat and he finally decided to bite down.

You screamed loudly; voice muffled into his skin as his teeth pierced your flesh like a hot knife through butter. The sudden flash of pain only added fuel to the fire swirling in your stomach as the coil in your stomach unfurled once more. You lost track how many times you had already reached this same plateau of pleasure. Your hands tangled in Blade’s unkept hair, fingers threatening to rip it out his locks at the root as he growled into your skin, digging his teeth deeper until he could taste the ferrous bite of your blood spilling into his salivating mouth. Dizzying heat frayed every single white-hot nerve in your body, walls clamping and gripping Blade tightly as your slick juices coated his cock and abdomen with thin strands of translucent threads. Blade snarled into your neck as he rutted into you, unable to control the brazen heat in the pit of his stomach any longer as the pressure inside of him snapped.

Blade swore something foul, the words slurred into the hollow of your throat as your pussy squeezed him so tight he thought you were going to strangle him. He made you ride out the intense waves of your own lingering pleasure, your pussy still fluttering as he buried himself to the hilt inside of you. He groaned and grew still as ropes of his hot, viscous seed coated your walls, the thick, creamy warmth making your abdomen tingle as you were filled to the brim. The warmth overflowed and dribbled down your trembling thighs as Blade rocked forward, filling you with another heavy spurt that made you whine. The moment he let go of your wounded neck, you sank your own teeth into his shoulder blade, razor sharp needles piercing his flesh. He moaned hotly against the shell of your ear, teeth clamping down on your earring and rolling the cool metal around his tongue as your pussy milked him, squeezing another hot load of sticky warmth into your womb until your stomach was bloated with his thick seed.

Your tongue soothed the sting of your bite, poking against tender flesh as your own wound started to heal on its own rapidly. Blade had to work his teeth into your skin once more to leave behind the imprints of his teeth, lapping away any trickle of blood as he sucked on your throat. You purred like a contented cat beneath him, the dizzying heat clouding your mind slowly dissipating as your senses slowly crawled back to you. You were able to think a little more clearly now that your soft belly was round and full, instincts finally sated until whenever the hunger decided to rear its ugly head again. You stirred from your thoughts as Blade shifted above you, strong arms coiling around your waist as your positions were suddenly flipped.

A disgruntled noise was wrenched from your lips as you were abruptly nestled in his lap, thick rivulets of his seed spilling from your sore pussy from the sudden shift. You mewled at the loss, walls clenching tighter as you desperately tried to keep any more from dribbling out. Your tail shuddered when you felt the palm of his hand press against the small dip of your back, brushing against the sensitive base of your tail as the tip flickered back and forth.

"Blade" you whined softly, voice threatening to break into a croak from overuse. "Don’t move so suddenly."

A slow smile curled his lips as you rested your hands on his scarred chest, feeling his thunderous heartbeat dance beneath your fingertips as a soft chuckle stirred in his chest.

"Finally found your words?"

You hummed softly as you bunted your head against his chest, pressing your face into the crook of his neck as you lazily spread more of your scent across his body. Your draconic pride may have felt a little wounded if you weren’t in the midst of your heat cycle. Blade’s eyes slipped shut in a blissful moment of reprieve. He was going to be buried in your nest for a while and he learnt a long time ago that it was best to just accept his fate. He didn’t want to provoke your ire. Heavens forbid he piss off the Vidyadhara’s renowned Lady of Lightning. His lips twitched as his eyes slipped open, a hand idly rubbing at your round belly. If only others of your ilk could see their precious lady now…

With a soft grumble Blade forced himself to keep still and allowed you to rub your swollen scent glands into him, a loud purr vibrating in your chest as your tail swished happily behind you. His eyes followed the leisurely movements, lips pressed to the top of your head as you kneaded your hands into his muscular torso. He could feel the subtle grind of your hips as the lingering traces of heat stirred once more in the pit of your stomach. He cock was still rock hard inside you, assisting to keep you plugged up and stuffed full as your soft purrs of content filled the comfortable silence.

⋆˙⟢ in which dan heng is jealous.

dan heng is a modest man who prefers privacy in his dealings with you. he’s not one for lewd or obscene displays of affection. despite the presence of his stoic demeanor, you happen to know he’s quite gentle. you happen to know his hands are only familiar with angles of tenderness. he only holds you in softness. he kisses you the same, palms cradling cheeks over traded smiles. in front of others, you two almost appear as nothing more than collegues with an aligning mission on the astral express. if everyone weren’t explicitly aware of your relationship’s existence by your own admission, it’s unlikely anyone would be able to discern romantic affiliation at first glance. his pda is proudly in the favor he shows toward you and your ideas during missions. it’s in how he’s more agreeable with you, how he’s more willing to bend, how burdens don’t feel like burdens if at the base of them is loving you. it’s in how he meets your antics with an amused grin rather than a snarky retort about you and march 7th’s neverending parade of immaturity. but his jealousy has a peculiar expression, something more primal in nature — greedy and possessive — something seemingly unlike himself. it always starts as a soft thing: closer proximity and a loving hand pressed against your spine. 

openly touching. it’s all for him to say, this is mine to hold.

true to his draconic nature, he treats your adorations as his greatest treasure. your smile is a trove of shimmering jewels and gold that he keeps hidden away only for himself to know. so of course, when a stranger stumbles into his den only to discover you, his crowning achievement, his priceless pearl, and indulges in your precious beauty without his consent, he feels proprietorial. so of course, he regards them with flaring nostrils and smoking intent.

this is mine to hold.

it’s one of the researcher’s on the express, given their conforming attire, standing at your side with a smile so wide it’s bursting with fondness, but it’s you that makes frustration take shape and lurch in his gut. your eyes sparkling in delight, he knows that look on you so well. you’re fascinated by his words, whatever they be. the wonder in your eyes makes his sternum screech with anxiety. the attention you so devoutly expend to focus on this stranger, this intruder. it’s noticing how close he stands to you that sends him crossing the span of the room with urgency. it’s noticinng the way your arms nearly brush that makes him nearly snarl.

“sweetheart,” dan heng’s voice sings sweetly as he approaches you, something dulcet and warm in nature, something calm and lulling that masks the depth of his unease. to your surprise, you receive a soft kiss on the cheek and a palm placed delicately on the small of your back. the lilt in his voice perplexes you, his gentle smile a catalyst for your round of unanswered questions. the next kiss to your forehead makes your eyes widen. his adoring smile and yearning gaze sends a flurry of butterflies fluttering. “dan heng?” you ask softly. “i…hi?” “hi, my love. did you have a good day today? where’ve you been? i was waiting.” he chuckles at the bashful exprerssion you make. your voice feathery, you murmur, “what’s gotten into you?” “i…should get back to work.” the researcher says, clearing his throat. he looks at you with a warm smile. “it was nice to talk to you.” a pleasant smile, one that makes dan heng feel like honey inside but also makes him want to take you and hide you away for safekeeping. only he’s allowed to know where you rest. only he’s blessed with your blossoming laughter and steady breaths. he wants all your curious glances reserved for him, the awestricken part of your supple lips for only his sights. he never acknowledges the extra; it would be an insult to the gentle claim he’s currently staking.

this is mine to hold.

“and just what was all that?” you ask in a hushed voice, perplexed brows bunching. he straightens himself, no longer moved to perform the extremity of his devotion to you in public now that he’s cleared himself of the threat to his most prized possession. “it was nothing. i’m allowed to address my partner as i please.” you huff a laugh before asking, “are all dragons petty and possessive like you?” shameless in even the worst parts of his nature, dan heng offers a single, curt nod. “i imagine others are much less tame with strangers who get too close to what’s theirs.” “well aren’t i lucky i got the dragon with such obvious self-control?” you snort. dan heng’s lips quirk. “yes, you are. you’re welcome,”

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the best relief.

nsfw (*´꒳`*) afab!reader. model!yingxing x bodyguard!reader. power play and dumbification (i think). fingering. you call him "sir"—reader is very polite lol. reader wears makeup. edging. mirror sex. overstimulation. breeding maybe? petnames used: darling, sweetheart. praises!!! :D forced eye contact 😵‍💫 he's a bit of a meanie :( but he's very in love w you hehe :33

it doesn't look good to me... hope yall like it though (_ _).｡o○ please have this to make up for the boothill smut i couldn't make a part two of 😔

the soft clinking of YINGXING's extravagant accessories cuts through the silence of the night, accompanied by the sound of your angelic voice moaning his name as if he was your god as he plunged another rough finger into your drooling hole—practically begging him for more, hungrily swallowing his digits that he thinks they'll snap if you were to clamp down any harder.

"so needy f'me, aren't you?" a throaty growl escapes his chest, tinged with desire as the model leans down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, muffling your voice as he frenziedly pushes you up against the sink, positioning your legs in between his to keep you from squirming away.

yingxing swears he was never the type to do something like this to relieve his stress, as he knows the potential risks of it turning into a cosmos-wide scandals that will end up ruining everything he's worked hard to achieve—on the other hand, he simply doesn't have the ability to reject you when you were the one who voluntarily offered yourself to him, whispering in his ear about how you'd help him out in any way he wanted—so here you are; your clothes in disarray and a clear thread of saliva trickling down your chin, a testament of the supermodel's ability to make an absolute mess out of you, his precious soon-to-be girlfriend bodyguard.

you've always been a great bodyguard for him—a kindhearted and caring individual who takes good care of him while also being a bold and tenacious guardian whenever the pesky paparazzis are getting out of hand with their disturbances; which makes it even more enjoyable to break you into putty in his hands—and just to remind you, he hasn't even gotten to the fun part yet.

your hand flew over your mouth, trying so hard to muffle the sinful noises that escaped your pretty lips; fearing that yingxing's manager or that mysterious vidyadhara friend of his would barge into his house and caught you in the act. seeing this, his frown deepens, his hand swatting yours as he sinks his fingers deeper into your drenched hole, creating a series of loud sloshing noise that only serves to mortify you further at how dirty they sound.

"don't, i want to hear how good i made you feel," he whispered right beside your neck, tickling the sensitive skin on purpose.

you shake your head, unable to answer him properly without stuttering and making every words sound like a moan, "sir, what if—ah!" and with a simply curl of his fingers in the right direction, your complaints are silenced and replaced with high pitched cries—oh boy, at this rate, his tailored pants might just burst open with the way his bulge keeps growing bigger when he himself thought it couldn't anymore, all thanks to your beautiful voice.

"focus on me, don't think of anyone else," from the growl he struggled to suppress and the way he use his other hand to pinch your bud, you can tell that he's not very fond of the mentions of others during times like these—and you can't help your walls from twitching again at his demanding words, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach, tightening further at his precise movements. more incoherent words left your throat, and he smirks in acknowledgment of your nearing climax, drawing his fingers out just right before you can experience that oh-so-blissful feeling of relief.

a soft, frustrated whine left your throat as you clench around nothing, your lips curling downwards in disappointment as you look at him, "sir, why did you stop...?"

he doesn't respond, his attention completely directed at the crystal-clear substance coating his glove—a clear evidence of the euphoric experience he puts you through. aren't you just so adorable? getting so excited just by his fingers alone?

"eager, aren't we?" he sneers, pressing your bottom lip to make way for his soiled fingers, giving you a taste of yourself and oh aeons, why do you have to be so cute? eyes wide with tears and drool dripping down your chin as you lap the remaining of your own juices off the fabric, making his cock twitch yet again.

he's not gonna hold back anymore, he thinks—no, he simply cannot—hastily unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers, he sighs in relief when his erection is finally freed, the blunt head already leaking precum—a shiver ran down your spine, words catching in your throat at the length and girth; will it even fit?

yingxing smiles at the terrified look on your face, inching closer to playfully slap your folds with his tip, earning another whimper from you, "aww, are you scared, sweetheart?"

"no... i-it's fine, i can take it, sir," you slowly shake your head, still trying to look brave—the slight waver in your voice did not go past his ears though; it boosted his ego, actually.

the man snickered, gaze locking with yours, slowly guiding himself into the warm embrace of your walls, "we'll see about that,"

he sighs in pleasure as he watches your cunt eagerly swallows and clench around his length, as if trying to pull him in—so he reciprocates; jerking his hips to meet your pelvis in a slow and steady motion—your comfort and pleasure comes first, even if he is the one who needs this. still, you cannot help but roll your eyes whenever he reach deep enough to press against your sensitive spots, like he's done this millions of times before.

when he heard your moans getting louder, the man starts to pick up his pace, moving rougher and more demanding as his arms reach for your waist, pulling you down and bending you over so you can face the mirror; watching him pour out all his stress into your abused cunt and the way your body is arching against the sink—a sight so lewd that you want to look away from it, but no, he won't allow it; he wants you to see just how good he's making you feel—and he savors every moment of it, carving the memories of this obscene scene into his brain.

"sir—!" a tiny mewl left your lips when he pulls back, leaving only his tip inside, before slamming his hips back into yours, leaving not a single nook or cranny untouched—the intensity is enough to knock every single thought out of your pretty head. it feels too good, and before you could control yourself, your body lurched forward as you come undone on his cock, delicate fingers curling tightly onto the faucet as your poor body convulses in pleasure.

to stimulate you further, yingxing reach down to rub circles and patterns on your fluttering petals, "good girl—fuck, loosen up, will you? i won't be able to reward you if you don't let go of my cock," his voice is saccharine sweet, like a honeyed poison—so sweet yet so full of mirth, and you can't help but crave it more.

your gummy walls throb around him, trying so hard to not draw him in as he slowly drags his length across your overstimulated walls; yet you can't help yourself to not marvel at the sight of his silver hair cascading over your lower back, his eyes fluttering at how good it feels to nestle inside you—all reflected on the glass mirror for you to see.

but you were not able to gawk at him for long, for the haughty model always sought to catch you off guard—his hands squeezing the fat of your hips to ram his cock back inside, thrusting and rolling himself faster and harder than before, so much that you can hear the thwop thwop thwop sound, along with your soft wails harmonizing with his low grunts bouncing off the ceramic walls; you can only hope that his neighbors would not be suspicious of this totally-professional-relationship of yours.

as for the model himself, he couldn't care less, the only thing occupying his mind is that he has to lay his claim on you; to leave so many traces of his love on you that they will never fade no matter how many lives you have to go through—so he may always find you in every lifetime.

"keep your eyes on the mirror, darling," he clenches his jaw, guiding your chin up to face the fogged surface of the glass—yet it still cannot obstruct the sight of your lovely face; adorned with dark tears as a result of your smudged mascara, cheeks all warm and flushed, and trails of spit running down your chin. gosh, you really are the most gorgeous angel in this wretched world when you're fucked dumb on his dick.

"sir, i can't—"

"yes you can, and call me yingxing, please?" he coos, warm tongue prodding at your earlobe to coax you into obedience—not like he has to anyway.

"yingxing yingxing yingxing! please, i'm—hng!" because his name immediately leaves your agape mouth like a mantra, along with unidentified words that got lost in between mewls and screams of pleasure; and that's all it takes for the course of pleasure to run down his body, eyes tightly shut as he releases rope after rope into your womb, pressing himself directly on that one delicate, spongy spot inside your pulsating warmth—which then leads to your second orgasm, the waves of pleasure coursing down your spine as your body tenses up, sticky fluid gushing out and spilling down the floor with a squelch.

he stills himself, panting heavily as his broad chest press down on your back; you can feel just how heated up he has gotten, how his coat is all drenched with sweat, how his voice cracks slightly as he mutters praises under his breath, "you're taking me so well... can you feel how deep i am right now?" his hand trails up your abdomen to press on a particularly warm and slightly protruding spot in your tummy; he really did not hold back in marking you, huh?

finally, after you both have calmed down, yingxing begins to pepper kisses on your hair and cheek, slowly grinding all the cum back inside you; he despises seeing it leave you, "are you okay?"

"yes, sir..."

he frowns, thumb caressing your chin in a slow motion, "i told you to call me yingxing," your vision is blurry due to the tears bubbling up your eyes, but you swear you could hear him pout at that.

before you could answer, he flipped you over, a pair of muscular arms supporting your trembling body as he positioned you to sit back on the sink, "i guess i need to fuck you some more, don't i? that way, your pretty little brain will never forget my name again," his smile turns into a full-blown grin, eyes sharp with mischief; and you know that this stress-relieving session is going to take longer than you expected.

𝐃𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐞𝐧𝐠 - 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐥 ⽮𝕸𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕸𝖊𝖓𝖚⽮

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ꐠ𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬ꐠ

•Dan Feng fucking you sensually to remind you you're his and only his, no one else can have you😽•

a/n: y'all wanted Dan Feng, so, I'll give ya Dan Feng 😼✨ I was so excited to write this, ngl, next I'm thinking of Yingxing🕊️ perhaps!! Then maybe Loucha 👀👀🌿

Gender neutral reader!!

!!!MDNI!!!

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* *ೃ ➷.*ೃ𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮...𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝˚*ೃ˚* ➷.*ೃ

His tail slithered across your waist, feeling the sharpness of his scale scrape against the softness of your skin as his fingers had gently wrapped themselves around your neck - making you gasp and squirm against him.

"Always so tight...", he whispered, his teal eyes fluttering closed while his lips parted, feeling your walls clench around his cock from the way the tip brushed against the spot that made you drool and for his delicate fingers to slightly tighten their hold on your throat. The way the hairs at the end of his tail brushed against your abdomen made your fingers clench themselves around the sheets, whispering his name like a hymn that seemed to never end like an endless sea.

His long, locks brushed against your nipples. That whimper that spilled from your delicious lips caused a proud gleam to flicker across his pupils, vanishing as quickly as it came - before he lowered his head, his lips brushing against your lobe.

"if I could breed you...I would."

His hips snapped against your own tauntingly, forcing your fingers to reach up and to grab onto his teal horns dipped in blue and arch your back from the way his hands now gripped themselves onto your hips, pulling you against him every, slow and taunting thrust of his.

He knew how it made you feel, the way his dick would abuse the sensitive spot inside you, pushing himself against it every time his balls slapped against your ass...and his tail could only tighten its hold on you.

"Who owns your heart?", he whispered again, allowing his lips to brush against your own teasingly, "who makes love to you so good you forget everything else around you?" He could feel his knot starting to swell in need to release his semen inside you. To paint your walls in his useless essence that he knew was nothing but a curse to his kind.

Or so he viewed it as a curse when it came to you.

You felt the pressure working against your walls, causing you to bite your lip and whimper from the way he began to rut himself into your fiercely. You could only slide your fingers into that silky, black hair of his tainted in the colours of his colours, feeling his tail release its hold on you as it flickered and twirled from the emotions that flooded through from your answer.

"You!", you gasped out, arching your back and whimpering his name in delight and toe-curling pleasure that left you both breathless, "always you, Dan Feng."

He felt the warmth of your juices down his shaft and balls, making him growl out and for his eyes to flicker in a primal need as his hips stuttered from their speed - a warmth filling you in a satisfaction that left you whining for me.

His fingers released your sides, only for his thumbs to press down upon your nipples and for his lips to open themselves against your own, forcing you to feel the heat of his breath against your own.

Your walls milked every last drop before he collapsed onto you, spent and exhausted. The way his knot throbbed itself within you left him digging his nails into the softness of his sheets below, "mine...and always mine. My mate and soul." He turned his head so his eyes could stare into your own dazed stare.

"I'll find a way to tie your soul to my own. I will. I promise", he whispered, allowing his tail to slowly slide itself down your cheek, making you feel the coolness of his scales as if he was giving you everything he was, "I'll let you be reborn with me so we could be together every lifetime." His eyes stared into your own before he pressed his nose against your own, his pupils slowly dilating from his love for you, "I'll need you forever. And only you."

The sight of his true tail and horns was a beauty only you could truly know.

He felt your fingers running through his hair, and so, he buried his head into the crook of his neck in content, waiting for his knot to slowly swell down.

Until you felt his teeth sink into your shoulder teasingly.

He wasn't done with you yet.

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a/n: I really hoped you enjoyed this one! I loved the idea of his tail flicking and moving on its own based on his emotions unless he moves it himself! He's so adorable please! 😭😭

I know they don't reproduce anymore, but the thought of him still having a knot and have had one kinda makes sense to me - to ensure that a mate would be impregnated properly and for the chance of an offspring to be absolute. Well, before it all changed 😓😓

Dan Feng is from Honkai: Star Rail

would you still love me with blood on my hands? ft. blade

nsfw. blade is very soft and in love with you, mentions of blood and violence, he is called “ren” in this fic, illusions to reader being reincarnated, hes a groaner #sorrynotsorry

the thing blade loves about you is how unconditional your love for him is. no matter how many times he comes home, his palms and chest oozing with blood from his cuts, you still collect him into your arms and wrap a gauze over his bleeding wounds. as soft and gentle as your touches are, blade can’t help but want to push you away, tell you to not bother with him because your soft, pure hands don’t deserve to touch his tainted skin.

yet you push past all his walls, you push past the gauze he wraps around his chest and heart and tear through it and force him to accept your love. no matter how ridged his body may go every time you run your fingers through his hair or slide them over his bare waist in the mornings, he will continue to melt into your warmth.

his head rests against your chest, reminding himself he must live for as long as your heartbeats. once you are gone he can live however he pleases, be as reckless as he wishes to be. he can truly be a weapon of destruction, be a true pawn for nanook.

until then though, blade will allow you to warm his freezing body and heart, allow you to slip your hands into his and calm down the turmoil in his mind.

when you gently slot your lips onto his for the first time in months, blade can’t help but want to sob. you’re so soft, so loving. a tear does slip down his cheek, sliding itself into your tongues. the salty-sweet taste of your combined tears making your desperation for one another even stronger.

“ren,” you call out to him as his chapped lips kiss down your jawbone. he doesn’t respond, he never does. but his hands grip at your hips, pulling you further onto his lap. your knees dig into the sofa cushions, lips agape. you make quick work of his jacket, unbuttoning the front and allowing it to slip off of him.

his hands glide under your tanktop, freeing your chest from the cloth. he pulls away from your skin to take a look at you. your cheeks are flushed the same color as the bites on your neck and collarbone.

blade stares at you, deep into your eyes. he stares so intensely that you have to look away and hide your face from him. he sighs, taking your two smaller hands into his, placing them onto his heart. his beating heart. you gasp slightly at the feeling, eyes welling with tears.

that’s right— he’s your ren. he will live for you. he has lived hundreds of years by your side. he has watched you come back to him in every lifetime. he always kisses the 刃 symbol on your nape, allowing to be a seal of his love for you.

no matter how many times you have died in his arms, how many lifetimes you have loved him, blade always knows it is your because of this mark. he does not believe in any specific god, but he thanks al the aeons out there for always leading you back to him.

you love him despite his heart and hands being tainted with blood— with violence and anger. you are able to calm him.

you were his muse when he once lived as yingxing, you are his reason as he now lives as blade.

blade’s hands find their way to your chest and waist, tugging your body even closer to him. his free hand groaps at your chest, gently swirling the sensitive nipple between his fingers. your face is pressed into his neck, whimpering and whining at the feeling of his rough fingertips. he hums against your skin as his other hand slides under your skirt, thumbing at your panties.

“ren, stop teasing,” you whine into his scarred skin, fingers digging into his bare shoulders. you suck at the soft skin of his neck, your teeth gently toying with it. he finally retracts his hand and slides off your skirt and lays you properly on the couch.

his hands slide up and down your thighs, parting the limbs around his waist. he gets a good look at your satin panties slicked and soiled. he kisses up and down your tummy, playfully biting at your skin. you yelp, giggling as he tickles you gently.

he chuckles softly and your heart melts. that’s a noise you haven’t heard in months. your hands cup his face, bringing it back up to yours for a kiss. your arms loop around his neck as the two of you indulge in this moment. his hands make quick work of your panties and his belt.

the metal jingles as it falls to the ground, and blade pops open the button of his pants. his fingers wrap around the base of his cock, giving it a few pumps as his other hand slides between your legs. the moment his finger sinks into your cunt, a squelching noise is heard.

your face flushes deeply as you melt back into his neck, puffing and whining. he chuckles again, kissing your ears as he enjoys your embarrassment.

“you’re awfully wet,” he says in that raspy voice of his. your head is swirling as his thumb comes up and toys with your clit. right then his fingers find your favorite spot and curls into it.

“oh ren!” you moan, head falling back against the arm rest of the sofa. he smiles into your neck, leaving marks and kisses. he slides another finger into your cunt, scissoring you open to fit him inside.

“you’re so pretty,” he says under his breath as he pulls out his fingers. he takes a hold of his cock, tapping the leaky head of it against your clit for good measure. it causes you to buck your hips up into him to which he gently smiles.

he lines himself up with your hole, watching as your face contorts when he pushes himself into you. blade can’t believe how beautiful you are. your hands search for his and he gives into you. his icy cold hand intertwines with yours, squeezing it gently as you squeeze around his cock.

he lets out a sort of whine when you wiggle your hips gently. you push him back against the sofa and allow yourself to be on top. your knees dig into the cushion again, as you sink yourself deeper onto him.

he looks at you with his lips agape and chest rising. his neck is littered with bites and lipstick stains from you. you giggle to yourself wishing you had a camera to commemorate this moment. blade pinches your waist, brows furrowing.

“what are you laughing at?” he suddenly feels a bit self conscious as tries to sit up, but you giggle again and push him back down.

“your eyes are beautiful, ren.” you say to him in a gingerly tone. blade’s hands that rested on your hips loop around your waist now, pressing his face into your chest. you kiss the top of his head and finally decide to move on his cock.

he unexpectedly groans, grabbing onto your hips. however, he doesn’t stop you as the pleasure shocks his body. he feels your throb whenever he makes any sort of noise, so he pushes himself closer to your ear and groans when you bounce on his cock.

the sound of your cunt mixing into his cock is like music to his ears. your whiney noises make blade’s cock leak even more and he swears he could cum to the sound of your voice. your lips find his again, greedily latching onto him.

the desperation and need to cum overtakes your body as you fasten your pace. blade aids you, moving your hips up and down his cock. his free hand finds its way between your bodies and flicks at your clit making you gush around him.

“you can come, love.” he says so softly, you almost don’t hear it. with a few more rubs at your clit and with his lips sucking at your nipples you fall apart onto his lap.

“oh my- ren im cumming, oh!” you let out a squeak, moaning shakily as you cum all over his cock. blade isnt to far behind you as he pushes you down onto the sofa, hooking your leg over his shoulder and fucking into your soaking heat. he dips his head down to the curve of your neck and groans as he cums. the both of you swear you came again hearing his noises.

blade looks down at you as you catch your breath. he gathered you back into his arms, allowing you to lay comfortably on his lap. he moves any hair out of your face, leaving a plethora of soft kisses along your cheeks and lips which make you giggle. you cup his jaw and watch the way he nuzzles his face into the warmth of your palm.

“ren,” you call out his name and he looks at you attentively. you lean up, leaving a kiss onto the scar on his heart and look back into his crimson eyes.

“i love you.” and for the first time in his life, blade believes he is worth being loved despite the scars and blood that stains his hands.

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