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PSA: AO3 HAS BEEN INFECTED WITH AI BOT COMMENTS.

Have you seen one of these dipshits? If you post regularly on ao3, chances are YES, but more likely you didn't notice nor suspect it was a bot. Sometimes they start off nice, or even praise you before getting nasty out of nowhere, like so:

But much like Grok, their newest obsession is nazism.

I don't know where they come from, or what purpose this could possibly serve other than suicidebaiting random people in the internet, I guess; but apparently they've started parroting names from real users to send these comments and shifting their general length to go by undetected. Maybe those are scrappers trying to train 'reviewbots' to be sold as part of some scam service promising to give feedback for newbie writers, who the fuck knows.

Here are more examples of the tone and backhanded compliments you can find in these:

If you regularly post on AO3 or interact with writers in it, please pass this along so they don't feel insane receiving bombs in their inbox. This is ridiculous.

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sub male cow hybrid character x dom amab!reader

i've been reading a certain manhwa recently and i can't get it out of my head. imagine your cute cow hybrid boyfriend down on his knees, wrists bound behind his back, thick tail swishing in frustrated little arcs while his head droops forward. his body trembles with every slow stroke you give him, your hand pumping his cock while two fingers curl deep inside his sloppy, fluttering pussy. he’s a mess already, cock fat and flushed, drooling precum down to your knuckles. his chubby pussy’s an even bigger mess, gushing around your fingers and making little squelches each time you drive into him. you watch satisfied as his ears twitch and hooves scrape against the floor. “more,” he whines, drool slipping past his lips, gasping as your thumb circles his clit. “want more—want you to stuff my pussy and breed me while you make my cock cum—” you hush him, tightening your grip on his shaft until his hips jolt forward pathetically. you lay him down, his cock pressing against his tummy while your own slides into his dripping cunt. the heat swallows you immediately, his cock jerking between your bodies with every thrust. “ohhh, fuck, fuck, 's too much,” he cries, his moans turning into shameful moos. “that good, sweetie?” you reach between you, stroking him in time with your thrusts, his cock leaking a constant stream like milk that sticks to your palm. he’s babbling, begging for your cum, begging you how badly he wants his tummy full, how badly he needs to be bred. your poor cow is overstimulated beyond words, his cock spurting against his stomach while his pussy tightens hard enough to drag your orgasm out of you, stuffing him with your thick cum. 

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human pet

he may be the CEO of the biggest, scariest multicorporation, but behind closed doors, he's no more than the pet of a demon who took over his life.

top! demon reader x bottom! male ceo | 18+

SIZE DIFFERENCE, BELLY BULGE, nasty stuff ahead

a needy shiver ran down his spine while he stared at you, fork midway to his lips. he can't help the reaction his body gives whenever he looks at you for too long, the simple silhouette of your body being associated with the source of his pleasure. he coughed into his napkin, your head lazily looking up to stare at him, confusion in your eyes.

"you humans are always so interesting to me," a pause between your words followed. "so needy, so loud too.. so many superficial laws and rules that govern you, so many jobs and currencies that you all worry too much about. hell, even your basic needs are so interesting!" you gestured to the food he was eating. "yet you're also so compelling, so soft, so tasty.. so fertile.." in an instant you were beside him, standing beside his chair as he gulped down, a very familiar anticipation straining against his pants. he could feel your big, rough hands stroke his face, razor-sharp nails stroking his skin. he wrinkled his nose, already feeling small when he only got to your mid thigh. you poked his nose, the tip of your nail prodding his lips.

"these... instraments of yours have the potential for so much.." the chair creeked as he squirmed in his seat, slowly looking up to meet your gaze. he could see your muscles from that tanktop he wrangled onto you. you followed his gaze, seeing how he wasn't making eye contact with you but rather your chest. but something else caught his attention, the small tent poking between his dress pants.

it was like his legs were moving on their own as he followed you to the window of his penthouse. he could feel your hand on the groove of his waist as you pushed him forward. he stumbled, using the window to support himself, the coolness of the glass making him hitch his breath in his throat. you pressed against him, your groin against his clothed ass as you pressed against him. your other hand grabbed his head, tugging his vision down to the city below.

"you could buy this entire city if you wanted, feel the power not many have.. or you could expose how much of a slut you are to them.. get fucked right against this exact window. make them see how easily you get taken apart by a demon you begged to leave.. or we could go somewhere more... private.." he could feel your cock grind against him, and the strength in your grip. you've taken all you wanted, and could easily do it again if you wish, so the illusion of choice was quite considerate of you.

he took your hand, gulping at how your hand engulfed his and led you up the elegant staircase, walking past multiple rooms each filled with extravagant goods and riches. finally stumbled upon his bedroom, it was extremely well decorated, and so lavish. you could practically smell the saccharine scent of his lust drip off of him, in waves stronger and more intense than the last. It was adorable how he tried to hide his temptation, or how shy he acts around you as if he wasn't as evil as you were.

the bed was elegant and sleek, but it was too vanilla. you've taken him in that bed more times then you've been forced to put on human clothes. each time you've turned him into putty, and crafted him back up to accommodate you each time again, maybe that's why his body is so reactive to your touch.

but the desk caught your eye, and you basically carried him like a sack of potatoes and swiped all the paper documents off his desk. a wave of anger brushed over him enough to sober him up and gasp, but the addition of your long, thick tongue burrowing itself into his throat was enough to keep him addicted. he could smell your musk in the air, keeping him hooked and his brain slowly dimming in lust.

he could feel your rough grasp on him as your hands circled around his inner thigh, hands grasping his thighs before you pulled him up. a startled yelp left his chapped lips as he instinctively wrapped his legs around your waist, hands clawing onto you as a safety net. you pushed him down onto the now-empty workstation; all that was left were a few thin pens and his work laptop and phone. you patted his thighs gently as you laid him on the table, hands coming down to his ankles, keeping his legs around your waist until he was trained to keep them there himself.

he felt vulnerable, like a deer in the jaws of a big bad wolf-- but there was something so thrilling about it. he loved how big and warm you were, how you could crush his head with your hand or how you could tear him apart in an instant. that same dangerous allure is what got him into this position.

a fleeting wave of warmth washed over his body, feeling those hands of yours caress his body, running them over his soft tummy, and chest. your thumb and pointer finger grabbed at the button of his dress shirt, trying to undo it. he watched softly as you fumbled with the button, before he heard an animalistic growl and the feeling of a poke, before the coolness of the room washing over him. you sliced cleanly through his shirt, a feral look in your eyes while you tore his clothes off of him like they were butter. you wasted no time in licking his body, enjoying his warmth and flesh in an almost human way. however, something caught your eye, a thin, black collar hidden well beneath his clothes.

he leaned back, half enjoying the neediness in your behaviour but also wanting to be fucked, so he used his feet, toes clawing at the waistband before shimmying down the super tight shorts, your semi hard demon cock flopping out, heavy between your legs. every time he sees it, he can't help but wonder how he managed to fit that inside of him.

he acts like you're such a pest, but he secretly likes it. secretly unbuttoning the top button from his shirt before seeing you for dinner, spraying "demon pheromone" on himself that he later found out works a bit TOO well.., prepping himself for your touch... he says he hates it but he grabs onto your neck, tilts his head sideways whenever you shove your tongue down his throat so that you have better access to his throat..

you grinned down at him, caging him between his desk and your arms, placing your cock on him, licking your lips at how much area your cock covered on his body. "so small.. so pathetic.." you grinned again, like you saw through his act. "but you love it.. don't you? like being my toy.. you're such a slut for my cock." you coo'd at him, "did I do that right? say that right after you begged me to call you that word? nasty human.." you tutted at him, slapping your cock against his body, watching your precum stain his stomach clear.

with one hand still caging the human in, the other poked around his entrance, feeling his hole flutter around your knuckle. clear lube dribbled out of his squelching hole. you placed your fingers around it, squishing it, stretching it.. watching how it accepted everything you gave it, hoping for something bigger.

and who were you to deny your pet of their sins?

you pressed your body weight on him, hands dropping where they were before. one went to his throat, singlehandedly wrapping your digits around the vital muscle, restricting. the other went to his pretty red cock, hand squeezing it tightly, suffocating it in your big hand. your pet let out a choked gasp, strained wheezes leaving his body as he struggled to manage his air and his pleasure. you stroked his cock with your pointer and thumb fingers, relishing the way he wriggled around in your grasp.

you adjusted your hips, cock falling thick between your legs before you adjusted again, cockhead pressing against the loose, hot opening. you loosened your grip just enough to see him take a deep breath, a blush on is face as he spread his legs open wider. a faint red mark forming from your chokehold on him.

that was all you needed. in one solid thrust, you burrowed yourself into his familiar body, listening to how your boy moaned so loud he pushed all the breath out of his lungs. you could feel him struggle in your hold, hands clawing at your thick forearms while you dug into him, pushing into him until your heavy balls slapped against his ass.

you stroked his face with your pointer finger, claws scratching his face. "you'd be good as a pet, human. so cute with your noises, so squishy and warm too. but you'd only be for me, can't share you with anyone else.." a snarl left your lips, his body pliable against yours while you had your way with him.

his belly slightly distended while you pulled out of him, only your head inside of his ass. a strangled whimper left his lips, fear and arousal in his eyes. he could see the idea swirl inside that head of yours, and he wasn't entirely sure if he could take it.

but he had no time to beg, to plea for even a bit of your mercy because he could feel your cock force open his walls roughly, the warm wet cavern being stretched wide. his hole burned from how big you were, and he swore he could feel you in his lungs. his stomach distended heavily as you sheathed yourself inside of him, his strangled cries fueling your desire to ruin him, to tarnish him into distinctly something yours.

and thats what you did, listening to your instincts and the strangled sirens song in your humans throat, rolling your hips until he cried out for you, keeping him pinned and full as you pumped him full of your cock. wearing down his body with your thrusts, until he was sore and putty like in your hands. you watched him cum from your cock again and again, until he was fully drained from his own volition. his neck bloomed in shades of plum and crimson.

then you heard it-- a faint vibration, the sound of his silly little rectangle glowing device rumbling on the table that he was currently on. his head was currently laid back, lulling from each thrust, toes twitching and curled while his eyes rolled back, clearly in his own world. his cock jiggled every time you thrusted into him. his cum, and other liquids stained his sore, bruised body. his eyes only showed lust, and desperation-- no sight of the proud man you had to break down.

but the vibrations were getting annoying. you pulled your hand away from his cock, his cum dripping down your fingers while you fiddled with the device. your nails dug into the glass screen, scraping and leaving dust behind as you figured out how to work the button, picking it up easily. you could tell your human was too fucked out to register what was happening, and you grunted into the phone while pumping your hips.

a confused greeting could be heard from the other side, before it went abruptly quiet at the sound of his strangled moans and cries. you could hear him ruffle around, and the sound of a zipper unzipping before he moved the phone, muttering a very quick and flustered goodbye.

but where was the fun in that? "stay." you growled into the line, losing control of your voice as it grew more demonic and rusty. everything paused, enough for your pet to snap out of his cock-induced haze.

"h-huh? who is it?" panic grew in his voice as he went to grab the phone from your grasp, but his legs were too sore and strained to walk. you tutted him, dropping the grip on his neck and grabbing his shoulder, continuing to pound into him. his hands flew to his mouth, trying to cover up while his eyes showed panic. the hand on his shoulder chased after it, grabbing both of his hands in your single palm. you stared him down, grunting into the phone while you rolled your hips up, feeling him tighten and shiver around you. but you hit it again, and again, and again until he finally broke, an orgasmic moan lulling from his lips from all the pounds to his sweet spot.

the phone plopped as you threw it beside him, close enough to hear his voice but far enough where he couldn't close it. "go talk to your friend.." you grinned at him, a hands on his hips while you went to town.

you usually pounded into him slow and steady, forcing out moans from his lips while you filled him absurdly full. this time, you were trying to drag the noise from his lips like you drag your cock out of his ass. he could barely let out a breath before it was knocked out of him, and his voice was getting sore from how you squeezed every single squeal, grunt and groan from his lips. you could hear the sound of friction, and the rustle of fabric on the other end of the device, talks of business and chatting long gone.

but you were also nearing the end of your rope, your balls clenching and your body getting tense. he was a wreck under you, unable to keep up with your thrusts. you snarled, claws digging into the desk leaving cracks and sawdust as you used it as leverage to thrust deeper, faster, harder into your human. his belly was swollen and red, no doubt from your cock and he was practically sobbing with pleasure. you put your foot on the desk to get better access to him.

the phone was long forgotten, only the chase of filling him up on your mind, watching him squeal as you pumped him full in your head.

you thrusted deeper and deeper, before you let out a snarl, claws sinking into the desk as you came. waves of lava flooded his sensitive insides, ropes painting his insides white as he sat there, catching his breath. he could feel you fill him up, as he stilled. your cock twitched, practically flooding him with cum until his hole started leaking cum that dribbled down your big, heavy balls and onto the floor. he sat there, exhaustion on his features, swollen tummy and sweat covering his body.

you carried him roughly, cock still inside him to keep your cum from flowing out. the phone call ended abruptly, and laid forgotten as you tucked both of you into his bed. it creaked under your weight, your cum staining the lavish sheets white under your thick, goopy cum.

on the other side another young ceo sat there, underwear stained as he breathlessly looked at the phone in his hand.

he had no idea what that was, or which unfamiliar voice that was on the other end of the line, but perhaps a trip to his dear friends home was in order.

PHAINON, WRIOTHESLEY, GOJO, GETO, GEPARD, obey me! lucifer, DAN HENG, SUNDAY, PANTALONE RAFAYEL + ALL UR FAVS

[creatormavenoavatos]

Phainon milking and lactation? Phainon getting his fat cock and tiddies juiced?

He's such a service switch. All it takes is a gentle caress under his shirt for Phainon to melt like butter. Next thing you know, he's sitting on the edge of a chair gripping the seat so tightly you fear it may break. Juicy tits fill your entire palms, kneaded with the utmost care and carnal desire until they begin to leak.

Meanwhile, Phainon's cock is redder than his cheeks, stiff to an almost painful degree, and oozing precum thanks to your edging. He bucks his hips when you pinch his nipples again, gasping your name with reverence. “It hurts…” he whines, puppy dog eyes tearing up when he looks at you in that adorable manner.

Sucking on his cute tits as they lactate, drinking up everything his body has to offer. He can't even look at you when you do that, otherwise he'll cum on the spot. You stroke his needy cock languidly while you're sucking his tits, slicking up the shaft and bringing your lover to the cusp of a beautiful release– only to release your grip once more, swirling your tongue around his nipple while you laugh at the tears falling from his pretty blue eyes.

But Phainon has been so good for you, hasn't he? All those pretty whimpers and tears, the hushed “please” repeated until he no longer realizes that he's talking, and the promise of not cumming without your permission kept — doesn't this sweet boy deserve his reward now?

And oh, how Phainon delivers the orgasm of the century. His head tipped all the way back, cock thrusting through your fist with greed, thick ropes of cum painting his chest and chin, and another flow of salty tears for you to wipe away once it's over~🩵

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also for that king mydei snippet, he finds a plushie from when you two were younger, happier, and wilder. it was a gift from you on his 18th birthday, his coronation day— he hid it because he thought it was kind of stupid.

the plushie is like you, same stupid smile and kind eyes dressed in knight attire— you’d always joke about being his knight in shining armour so you figured you’d make your plushie look like the knight of his dreams. you have that wild hair he used to scold you about. it throws him back to when you two were children, and the two of you would play in his royal gardens, rolling in the grass and plucking clovers and wildflowers to make crowns. he’s not sure if you ever truly forgave him for choosing someone else as his personal knight.

and there’s a little voice box attached to plushie you, “I love you!” He hasn’t heard those words from you in a long time. You sounded happier, like those words weren’t forced from your lips like any recent conversation is like now. sometimes late at night, he spends hours just squishing plushie you— dreaming about what your relationship could be like in a different realm.

but king mydei has never had to apologize to anyone, and like your love for him had disappeared long ago. he isn’t entirely sure how to approach it, but his heart yearns for you in a way that forces it to beat. he just hopes you aren’t too mad at him, and that you can see the plushie that silently graces his bed and can see his true desires.

then one day after a long, excruciatingly silent day, he comes to his royal quarters only to find the voice box dying out, glitching and cutting out— because like everything else in this world of his, nothing lasts forever.

— mini continuation from king mydei fic ||| I LOGE ANGST!!!!

[creatormavenoavatos]

wait wait wait what if creator!reader was literally just pure vanilla cookie from crk. identical colors, imagery, demeanor, i feel like sagau and sahsrau would love them.

Oh.

Oh my god.

PURE VANILLA COOKIE?! 😍

If Creator!Reader was literally like Pure Vanilla Cookie from Cookie Run Kingdom—with that soft gold-and-cream aesthetic, gentle wisdom, warm aura, and "calm in the storm" energy?

SAHSRAU and SAGAU would lose their minds in the most devotional, heart-wrenched way possible.

SAGAU

You—glowing softly, voice warm like spring rain, robes billowing in honey-tinted wind—arrive not with a grand divine boom, but with a gentle hush.

You hold out a hand to the wounded Adepti, to exhausted knights, to the weeping Archons and say something like,

“You’ve done well. Let me take it from here.”

AND THEY JUST. MELT.

Zhongli kneels immediately. You remind him of peace before war. His godhood feels small in the presence of your grace.

Venti can’t stop smiling. He sits near you, humming soft melodies like a child resting beneath a tree.

Ei doesn't speak at first. She's frozen. You are the gentleness she never allowed herself, and she feels both comforted and painfully unworthy.

Xiao flinches when you touch him—and then doesn’t move again, terrified of scaring off the only warmth that’s ever reached him.

You’re like… divinity that forgives. The patience of eternity. A god who listens.

And they would follow you into any storm just to earn another soft smile.

SAHSRAU

Now here it gets even more dramatic.

Because in a world full of chaos, weaponized people, corrupted systems and alien horrors—you show up like a walking balm.

Your cloak glows faintly. You speak calmly. And when things glitch, you stabilize reality just by existing.

You place your hand on Kafka’s shoulder mid-fight and whisper,

“There’s a gentler path, if you’d like to walk it.”

AND SHE JUST STARES AT YOU LIKE SHE’S NEVER BEEN TOUCHED BY A GOOD DREAM BEFORE.

Dan Heng is struck speechless. You’re everything he’s been trying to control inside himself—softness, acceptance, inner stillness.

March 7th clings to your side like a flower to sunlight. She looks up to you like a warm younger sibling.

Silver Wolf is confused. You don’t fight? You heal? You’re… sweet?

She starts following you around anyway. “For study purposes.”

(She’s being healed just by your presence.)

Blade HATES how calm you make him feel. He hates how when you look at him, he feels seen and not judged. And he keeps coming back anyway.

Even Herta, who studies everything like it’s data, stares at you in awe. Because you are the perfect variable:

You don't force peace. You invite it.

You’re the kind of Creator who doesn't need to command loyalty.

You just exist like a soft light in the dark—gentle, unshakable, golden.

You help people not by changing them, but by being a place where they can rest.

And in both worlds, that is so much more powerful than any divine lightning bolt or glitch-blade.

[creatormavenoavatos]

+18 mdni! faux innocence; a fic where you're the newest member of the thunderbolts*, and bucky tries to bed you the entire week, thinking you were a virgin. boy, was he so wrong.

cw: faux innocent!dom!m!reader, sub!bucky, reader acts like he's oblivious, reader is so fucking condescending, rough (?) sex, fingering, slight overstimulation, use of toys (fleshlight), missionary/mating press, slight stomach bulge, bucky has a size kink, creampie reader is quite controlling, attempted edging (?)

word count: >5k

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!! @swiftie-fault

a/n: everyone's begging so its out early HAHA also bucky gets fucking whiplash from your tone change and its hilarious anyways this is filthy

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the next day, you woke up early. you hummed under your breath as you pulled the vinyl record from the turntable, careful not to leave fingerprints on the edges. the sleeves are laid out on your carpet in neat rows, while you flipped through them slowly, fingers trailing over the worn cardboard corners like you’re picking out wine for a quiet night in. you were calm.

but bucky wasn’t.

he barged into your room, jaw clenched, and looking wired, like he hadn’t slept. he doesn’t say anything at first, just stands near the doorway as if he was trying to figure out which version of you he was talking to.

you glance up at him, smiling softly.

“hey. morning, sergeant.”

that’s what breaks him.

“you think you’re funny?”

“depends who’s laughing. what are you talking about?”

“cut the shit.”

“..sorry?” you blink innocently.

bucky storms forward, fast. he stops a few feet away from you, like he’d get burned if he stood too close.

“you’ve been pretending all week.”

“pretending?”

“yes, don’t do..” he gestured at you. “that.”

“do what?” you acted confused.

“i’ve been throwing myself at you all fucking week.” his voice was so low it almost came out as a growl.

you tilted your head, and slowly set the vinyl down beside the others.

“i flirted with you, touched you, and you didn’t even flinch, just smiled like i was cute!” he cuts himself off, breath shaky.

“i thought we were just getting along.”

“bullshit.” bucky scoffs.

“you’re a touchy guy, i figured you were.. affectionate.” you gave a helpless shrug.

he groaned.

“you’re really mad about being friendly?” you raised your eyebrows.

“and last night, you said all that like it was nothing, like it wasn’t the filthiest fucking thing anyone’s ever said to me! now you’re in here listening to records like you didn’t just fry my fucking brain?” he sputtered.

you blink slowly.

“did i?”

“yes! for fuck’s sake, you whispered it like you were reading me a fucking bedtime story!”

“must’ve had a few drinks.” you hummed.

“don’t do that. don’t fucking gaslight me.”

“wow, big word. is that what i’m doing?” you offered a faint smile, grabbing the back of your neck with your hand.

“you’re not innocent, i see you.” bucky ran a hand through his hair. “you knew the whole damn time.”

“i.. was being polite?”

“polite? polite?! you told me i’d be begging you for more, and acted like nothing happened the moment yelena came back!”

you were quiet. then finally, you sigh, a soft little surrender.

“..worth a try.” you press your fingers to your temples.

bucky goes still.

“what..?”

“playing dumb. you were enjoying it so much.” you cross the room slow, getting closer towards him. “i thought i’d let you have your fun, let you think you were in charge.” you stop in front of him.

he blinks.

“i wanted to see how far you’d go before you snapped.” you sighed. “guess we hit that point, huh?”

bucky was silent, and his hands were shaking. his whole face was flushed, not from rage, but from the slow realisation that he wasn’t the one in charge.

“you-” he took in a deep breath. “what the fuck are you?”

“not as sweet as you thought.” you smiled.

he looks at you as if he had just seen a ghost, or something far worse than that, something that sees everything, and stays quiet until it’s ready to pounce.

“you’re not mad because i didn’t notice, you’re mad because i did.”

bucky didn’t respond, he didn’t know how to.

you leaned in slightly, and whispered.

“still want to be on top, sergeant?” you winked.

the question hangs between the both of you.

bucky blinks like he didn’t hear you right. then, something shifts behind his eyes. his spine straightens, his jaw clenches, and he steps forward.

“you talk big for someone who’s been playing dumb all week.” he leans down slow, crowding into your personal space. his palm brushes your side, thumb dragging along your waist like he means to take the lead. “careful. keep talking like that, and i might show you what i can actually do.”

you smile, small, barely-there. then your hand slides between the both of you. you hook your fingers into his belt loops, and yank him in tight.

his breath stutters.

“you really want to see what happens when i stop holding back?”

bucky tried to not show it, he really did. but the way his lips parted, the way his pupils were blown wide betrayed him completely.

“you think i didn’t notice how you stared every time i rolled my sleeves up? how you somehow always manage to position yourself behind me every time i bent over slightly?” you spoke, hand curling gently around the back of his neck, letting your lips ghost over his pulse point. you could feel his heartbeat spike, it was adorable. “you thought i was sweet.” you drag your teeth against his neck, and his knees almost buckled right there, and then.

“you’re not as scary as you think you are-” he tries to play it cool.

“aren’t i?” you hum. you back him up against the wall, then slotted your thigh in between his, just enough to feel the ‘problem’ growing.

bucky’s fingers grip your bicep like he’s not sure whether he’s trying to steady you, or himself.

“you wanted control? then take it, sergeant.” you leaned in. “come on, show me. do something brave.”

he doesn’t do anything, because he can’t. he’s blinking fast now, lips parted, chest rising, and falling a little too quick. there was fear in his expression, not real fear, but wide-eyed panic, the kind that hits when you poke the bear, and it bares its teeth instead of running.

you lean back just to let him breathe.

”didn’t expect me to be a fucking freak, did you? thought i’d be easy?”

bucky’s lips part, but there wasn’t any sound.

“poor thing.” you grinned. then you leaned in, and kissed him, slow, and gentle. your lips pressed against his, just once.

but after a minute, he pulls back, clearly frustrated.

“stop that. stop holding back.” he whispers.

you blink.

“i want you, the real you. not whatever sweet little version of yourself you think i can handle.”

“you sure?”

“for fuck’s sake, yes.”

something shifts behind your gaze, it’s subtle, but he feels it.

the next kiss you give bucky was rougher, messier, more teeth than tongue. your hand tightens on his hips, while the other trails down to his thigh, and grips. you walked him backward, slowly, until the backs of his knees hit the edge of your bed, and he dropped without thinking.

“spread your legs, bucky.”

and he does, instinctively.

you climbed onto the bed to settle between them, and kiss down his jaw, stopping to nibble below his ear.

“you want the real me? the part of me that doesn’t pretend to be gentle?” you bit into his neck, sucked a dark mark right into his collarbones, and he gasps. “then shut up, and take what you asked for. don’t whine now.”

you push him back, so that he was laid back against the pillows. your hand slips under his shirt, and you drag your nails across his stomach.

the moment your nails bit into the skin of bucky’s stomach, he moans. he tried to cover his mouth with the back of his hand, and failed miserably.

“that all it takes?” you hum, pulling off his shirt. then you kiss down to his chest, and he’s panting now.

he swears he’s feeling a little dizzy.

“is this what you wanted?”

“yes, fuck, yes.”

you gripped his thigh, hard, and he mewls.

“still think i’m soft?”

bucky’s breath hitches. he tries to respond, but couldn’t.

you press your hand against his cock through his sweats, only to find out that he’s rock hard.

he whines at the contact when you drag your palm slowly over him.

“i tried to be gentle,” you murmur. “tried to give you time, but you wanted this.”

“i-i didn’t think it’d be like this-” he murmurs breathlessly.

you hummed, dragging your fingers up his ribs.

“too much?”

“no- fuck no. just didn’t think i’d be this into it.”

“that’s because you had no idea what i was.” you shrug. “you do now.”

your mouth was everywhere, on his neck, ribs, hipbones. you were marking him up like it’s your name he should wear on his dog tags.

bucky’s trembling beneath you, the band of his sweatpants shoved down just enough to give you access to everything you need.

you hadn’t even fucked him yet, and he already looks ruined.

“god, your mouth..” he gasps, fingers tightening in the sheets.

“told you. i gave you every chance to run, but you chose to stay. that’s on you.”

“should’ve- fuck, should’ve done this sooner-”

“oh?” you curled your hand around his cock, slow, and tight. fuck, they were huge.

bucky’s entire body arches at that, and you bit gently at his nipple just to feel him twitch again.

“you asked for me to stop pretending, and i’m not planning on disappointing you.”

he gasped.

you glanced down, and hummed.

“oh, look how small you are in my hand.”

bucky lets out a strangled little whine, soft, and involuntary. his thighs tensed where they were spread, trembling just slightly. his head lolls to the side, eyes fixed on the wall like it might save him.

“aw. whats wrong?” you cooed. “thought you were big, thought you could take it.”

he shook his head frantically.

“i can. fuck, i-”

“then look. eyes on me.”

“don’t make me- please.” his voice was shredded.

you tighten your grip slightly, just enough to make him hiss.

“look.”

he doesn’t.

“i said, look.” you leaned in, and whispered.

something in your tone cut through bucky like a wire snapping, and his gaze flicks down.

big mistake.

instantly, his whole body jolts. a broken moan tumbles out of his mouth, and his thighs jerk to close, but your knees press firm against his spread thighs, keeping him open. he stares, and sees the obscene contrast of your hand around him, your palm swallowing the base, your thumb dragging slow over the tip.

it doesn’t make sense. bucky wasn’t small. he’s not.

he knows what he’s working with, he always had. enough past partners, mostly from the 40’s, have moaned about it, there were enough ego-boosts, casual brags, and certainty.

but the moment your hand wrapped around him? suddenly all of that didn’t matter.

“fuck- fuck. please, i’ll cum- don’t..”

you hum.

“already?”

bucky let out another whimper, teeth sinking into his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. his hands were fisting the sheets under him, his hips kept twitching up like they wanted it.

you stroked him with a steady rhythm, firm, practiced.

he moans, and tries to rut into your fist.

you pinned his hip down with one hand, and continued, thumb dragging over the tip, smearing pre-cum all over it.

“going to cum already?”

“no- fuck, maybe-”

you let go, and he whines, entire body jolting forward.

“too soon, you’re not ready.”

“please, please- i’ve been so good-”

“you’ve been a menace all fucking week, bucky.” you kissed his neck. “throwing yourself at me like a slut. what happened to all that confidence, hm?”

bucky shudders when you say his name.

you kiss your way down to his stomach, then lick a stripe up his cock, and he lets out the most pathetic noise.

“thought i was the sub, hm?” you murmur. “remember that?”

he nods, completely dazed, and drunk on the shame.

you wrapped your mouth around his cock, taking your time. you gave him slow sucks, deliberate swirls of your tongue, holding him down when he tries to thrust.

“fuck- please, i-” bucky’s loud now. he was a complete mess, gasping, and twisting the sheets as he writhes under you.

you pull off, letting a line of spit connect the tip of his cock to your lips.

“not yet.”

bucky almost sobs.

you press a kiss to his inner thigh, letting your teeth graze against the tender skin.

“you’re shaking.”

“you’re insane.” he breathes.

you chuckled, taking off your sweats before crawling back up again, and pinned his wrists above his head.

“can’t tap out now, you asked for this.” you press your cock in between his cheeks, just the weight of it, and he freezes.

‘oh my fuck.’

‘there’s no way that’s fitting inside me.’

that’s all he could think about, because you’re so fucking thick. you haven’t even pushed in yet, you’re just there, teasing him.

you reach down between the both of your bodies, and stroke yourself slowly against him, base to tip, dragging the full weight of it across his cheeks.

bucky gasps every single time, thighs twitching wider like his body was trying to take more without thinking.

“you couldn’t even handle my hand on your cock, what do you think this is going to do to you, sweetheart?” you press closer, cock sliding against him again, and his back arches.

then you shift, and he sees it.

his breath caught.

he wasn’t prepared. he thought he was, he thought he had some idea, but he didn’t.

‘fuck. i’m not walking tomorrow.’

what’s worse was that he didn’t care. not if it meant he got to feel you from the inside.

he knows he’s finished.

“relax, need to open you up properly.”

bucky tried, he really did. but your fingers were big, not painful, not even rough, just wide, and insistent.

you pushed in slowly, letting him adjust, murmuring praise in his ear while his body fought to loosen up. you pressed in one finger, then two, crooking them just right against his sweet spot.

“shit- fuck, i-” his head dropped back before he could even continue his sentence.

“i know, it’s a stretch isn't it?” you kissed his cheek. “have to get you ready, can’t ruin you too fast.”

bucky let out the most broken sound, because he knows he’s not ready. he’s clenching down, fluttering, and drooling around your fingers, but you’re still gentle, still preparing him like he’s fragile, like it wasn’t already too much for him.

“bet you’ve never taken something like this before, hm?” you whispered.your cock pressed against the slick mess your fingers were making. you weren’t even inside him yet, but it was enough to make him cry.

god, bucky wanted it so bad. he wanted to be stretched open, folded in half, filled to the brim, all while you murmured filth in his ear. he was bent open, and trembling. his legs wide, muscles taut, hole stretched from your fingers, but not ready. he never could be, not for this.

you lined yourself up, press the tip of your cock against him, he jerks, whimpering before you’re even inside.

“shh, you’re doing so good.” you murmured sweetly, like you’re not about to break him. “look at you, so soft, so obedient. you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”

he moans, high, and wrecked. you had him in missionary, so he’s gripping your shoulders like it’ll help.

“you’re so fucking tight, gripping me already, and i’m not even in yet.” you chuckled, pressing in slowly, but not gentle, just enough that bucky feels the push, the stretch, every inch of you as you force your way inside.

“fuck- so.. b-big- nnh..”

you don’t stop talking though.

“mm, fuck. feel that? that’s just the tip, sweetheart. still so much left to go. going to be a good boy, and take it for me?”

he whines, tries to speak, and fails.

“that’s it, breathe for me. let me stretch you out, fuck. you were made for this.” you sink in deeper.

and bucky fucking breaks. he clenches around you, and you choke.

“oh you like that, don’t you?” you sneer. “filthy little thing. bet you’d take anything i give you. you wouldn’t even think twice.”

his hands scramble for something, anything. his mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

“yeah, that’s what i thought. just a hole to be filled, you were fucking made for this.” you’re halfway in, and he’s already drooling.

he’s blinking up at you like he’s not sure where he is anymore. all you did was smile at him.

“there we go. come on, sweetheart, take all of me. thought you could handle it, remember?” you continued, reaching deeper inside him, and he wails. “look at that, can’t even answer me, can you? poor thing, too full to think, can’t even understand what i’m saying to you.”

it’s true, bucky can’t comprehend a single word. every word you say blurs into the static. all he can feel is you, pressing in deeper, and deeper. his hole’s fluttering, stretched obscenely around your cock, and his own cock is leaking pathetically against his stomach, untouched.

“aw, dumb already? i haven’t even fucked you yet.” you sigh.

“fuck, i- oh my god-” he moans, helplessly, and your smile turns wicked.

“that’s my good boy. all full, all dumb, just the way i like you.”

his legs try to close around you, but you don’t let him.

you press forward again, finally bottoming out.

bucky screams. his thighs shake violently, and his head drops back. his jaw slack, mouth open like he’s trying to breathe, but can’t. his hands scrambled to hold onto your bicep, trying to ground himself.

“oh sweetheart, you should’ve seen your face.” you haven’t moved yet, and he’s already trembling like he’s going to cum. his hands gripped at your biceps, stomach flipping from the stretch, cock drooling against his own belly without a single touch. he feels you everywhere. inside him, against him, holding him down.

and then, you thrust. once, deep, slow enough to feel, and he breaks.

bucky’s body jerks, his mouth opens wide in a silent sob, and then he cums. without a single touch to his cock, just from the feeling of you filling him, and the sound of your voice as you drag it out of him.

“aw, didn’t even last a single thrust?” you whisper, tone thick with mock-pity. “squirted all over yourself.”

“i-i didn’t mean to- fuck, i just- aah..” he moans, wrecked, and helpless.

“fucking mess already.” you coo. “i was thinking about being nice, taking it slow, but clearly your body doesn’t want that.” you draw your hips back, just enough to make him clench down hard, and you felt every flutter his body gives you. “didn’t even fuck you yet. all i did was sit in your sloppy hole, and you soaked my cock like it was your fucking job.”

bucky whines, his mouth opened, but he didn’t speak. before he could even process it, you switched tones.

“you’re doing so good, so perfect for me.”

his eyes snap open, and he stares at you, confused, like he doesn’t know what the fuck just happened.

“all dumb already?” you murmured.

“i- no, i can- just, give me a second-”

“sweetheart, your cock’s still twitching. you sure you’ve got another one in you?”

“yeah.. yeah.. plea.. mmh.. i can.. take it.”

“oh i know you can,” you leaned down, lips grazing his ear. “now we’re going to see if you should.” you bit down, hard enough to leave a mark on his neck.

oh fuck. that wrecks bucky. his entire body shudders, and his breath catches in his throat. his fists curl uselessly into the sheets, knuckles white, like he’s trying to ground himself, but there’s absolutely nothing grounding about the way you speak to him.

“i warned you, didn’t i? told you what i’d do to you.” you thrust again, harder this time.

“aah- mmh!?” he screams, his voice cracking. he was still twitching from the first orgasm, and now you’re fucking him through it.

“look at you, didn’t even need your cock touched. all it took was mine, inside you, just one push.” you laugh. “you liked it didn’t you?”

he nodded, and you softened, just a little.

“there’s my good boy, so sweet when you cum for me.” you whisper, suddenly tender.

bucky swears he got whiplash from the way your tone flipped, filthy one moment, sweet the next. he’s still panting, thighs shaking violently as you bottomed out again.

you press in deeper, hips rolling slow, drawn out.

“not so cocky now, huh?” you pull back almost all the way, and slam back in hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs.

“ah- fuck!”

“thought i was a bottom, didn’t you? thought i’d get all shy, and beg for your cock-” you pull out slowly, almost all the way, before slamming back in, hitting that spot inside him.

“shit- oh my god-” he gasps, legs shaking.

“but look at you. you’re the one spread out and dripping, moaning like a fucking pornstar the moment i entered you.”

“please- please..” bucky’s voice breaks, high-pitched, and needy.

“didn’t take much now, did it?” you rock in deep again, and he chokes on a sob. “didn’t think i’d be able to fuck you like this. huh? didn’t think i’d use you. you wanted someone soft you could ruin.”

he keens when you bite into his neck once more.

“breathe, sweetheart, just breathe. you’re doing so good.” your hips roll forward again, and he sobs. “god, you’re filthy, fucking yourself on my cock like it’s the only fucking thing that’s keeping you alive.”

“too m-much- ugh, so deep..”

“aw, you’re trying so hard for me, i know it’s too much.” you shush him with a kiss, before you rolled your hips again, and he moans into your mouth. “you’re perfect like this, you know that?”

bucky tries to speak, but all that comes out was a whine.

“no thoughts left in that pretty head, hm?” then you’re rough again, pulling his hips forward to meet your thrusts, letting him feel just how deep you are. “fucking cockdrunk already, and i’m not even halfway done.”

“please- oh my god- fuck!” he moans, and your hand slides down to wrap around his untouched cock.

you glance down, and pause. your gaze catches on the slight bulge on his lower stomach, twitching with each thrust you give him.

“oh.. look at that.”

bucky doesn’t register it at first, he’s too far gone.

so you shift your weight, thrust in deeper, and rested your palm on his lower stomach, and he barely notices.

until he looks.

“what are you-”

until he sees your hand, palm spread wide, fingers splayed over the slight bulge jutting up.

“oh my god-” his stomach twitches, and his head snaps back against the pillow.

“you didn’t notice before?”

“it’s not- fuck, i didn’t-”

“shh, it’s okay. that’s just me, sweetheart, all the way inside.” you press down slowly, and the bulge pulses beneath your hand. “so deep inside you, i can feel you from the outside. poor baby, no wonder you’re crying.”

“no- i don’t- fuck, i don’t like-” he tries to breathe through it, but a full body shudder rolls through him.

“oh, you love it.” you move your hips just slightly, grinding in deeper, and that bulge shifts underneath your palm. “you’re being shy, sweetheart. thought you liked how it feels?”

bucky whimpers in denial, shaking his head, and biting his lip like that’ll stop the sounds coming out of him.

“shh, i know it’s too much. you wanted it though, remember? all week?”

“n-no- don’t say it.”

you sigh, and reach for his hand, then guide it down.

“here. feel that?” you guided his palm over the thick shape stretching him open.

and that’s all it takes. bucky fucking chokes on it.

“ah- fuck- fuck! i-” his body spasms, and his legs kick weakly. his cock pulses untouched between the both of you, cum spilling over his stomach. he whines, high, and shattered, eyes rolling back as he cums the hardest he ever has in his life.

“did you just cum from that?” you drag your hips back slow, and grinded back in deep.

“too much- it’s- fuck! ..too much.”

“aw, but i’m still hard.” you said sweetly, kissing his cheek. “going to keep pressing right here, until i cum too.” your fingers stroke gently over the slight bulge in his stomach. “you can take it right? you already made a mess, might as well be useful.”

bucky whimpers, his fingers clutching helplessly at the sheets, and then you start to move. his back arches at the first thrust, helplessly.

“n-no, i- ah- wait, wait!”

you slow, just barely, hips grinding in deep as your hand trails over his flushed chest. you lean over him, nose brushing against his cheek.

“can you take it or not, sweetheart?”

“y-yeah, yes. i can.”

“oh you’re going to wish you shut your mouth.” you pressed his knees up to his chest, practically putting him in a mating press.

“no wait-”

you cup the underside of his thigh, holding him open, and slide in deeper than before.

bucky chokes on a sob, and his back arches clean off the bed.

“now shut the fuck up, and take it.” you thrusted, and he wails. his heel dug into your side as he tries to pull away. “nowhere to go, sweetheart. you wanted this, don’t go quiet on me now.” another thrust.

his head lolls to the side, dazed, and jaw slack, drool glistening at the corner of his lips.

you hum softly, pressing your hand around his throat, and tightening. you tilt his face towards yours, pressing your thumb just beneath his jaw.

“sweetheart, look at me.” you slowed, just for him to look at you.

and bucky, the poor thing, he tries. his teary eyes flutter open, and he meets your gaze.

you kissed his cheek softly, before your hips snapped forward, deep, and your voice dipped.

“that’s it. there’s my pretty boy. want to see the exact moment you realise no one else is ever going to fuck you like this.” you growled.

he whines again, half-apology, half-desperation.

your rhythm shifts, just a little faster, and harder, fucking into him with purpose now. you wrapped your hand tighter around his throat now, just enough to make him gasp, just enough to feel the way he flutters around you.

“there we go, knew you’d squeeze me just right if i did this.” your grip tightens just a little more, and he clamps down on your cock so perfectly you groaned. “fuck- yeah, mm. that’s it. going to wring it out of me, sweetheart?”

bucky whines beneath you, lips parted in a broken sound you don’t think he meant to make.

you lean in, voice syrupy-sweet, and smug.

“keep doing that- fuck, and i’m going to cum in your messy little hole. that what you want?”

he nods, frantic, and helpless. he tries to warn you, but he cums before he even could.

you rail him, just a little harder, dragging it out as your grip stays firm on his throat. and when you finally cum, it’s with a low growl into his ear. you stayed inside him, breathing hard against his cheek, but still so composed, compared to the wreck underneath you.

bucky’s trembling, thigh shaking where it’s pressed up against his chest. his eyes are fluttering, unfocused, barely able to look at you.

your hand eases off his throat a little.

“you okay, sweetheart?” you whispered, your cock still twitching inside him.

he whines, wordless.

“you did so well, took all of me, fucked yourself dumb, didn’t you?” you shifted, just enough for him to feel it. “shh, i know, i know. sensitive now, huh?” you rock in a little, and he gasps like you had electrocuted him. you’re still pressed so deep he can feel you.

you finally pull out, and he whimper. you hum low, dragging your palm down the inside of his thigh, where your cum was dripping out of him in lazy, thick streaks.

“so? what are you going to do to thank me? still need to finish properly.”

“didn’t you..?”

“came? sure, but i’m still hard, sweetheart.”

bucky blinks up at you, but his brain is still working, somehow. he pushes himself up a little, and reaches over to the nightstand, he opened your drawer, and pulled out a fleshlight.

“how did you..?” you gasped when he just casually pulled out your fleshlight from your drawer. how did he even know it was there?

he didn’t respond, just pushed the toy down over your cock, twisting a little, and you hissed.

“just like that- fuck, ahh.. good boy.”

he whines, then moves his hand faster.

“want to make me cum- mmh, so quick, d-don’t you?”

he nods.

and you do. within a few minutes, you’re spilling into the toy with a thick groan, shuddering through it. you’re still buried in the haze of your orgasm, when he shifts again. you don’t stop him at first. the second the slick, still-warm toy wrapped around your oversensitive cock, your whole body flinches.

bucky smirks, and he rocks the toy so fucking slowly while watching you closely.

“sweetheart.”

“mm?”

you groaned, trying to ground yourself.

“i-i.. fuck..”

he pulls the toy off right before you tip.

“oops.”

“bucky.”

“yeah?”

“keep edging me, and i’ll make you cum untouched for a week straight.”

bucky shudders visibly, but the bastard does it again anyway.

“let me make this simple for you.” you wrap your hand over his, and force the it back over your cock.

“wha- what- what are we-” his eyes go wide when he sees the way your hips stutter. there wasn’t any more teasing, just slick, obscene sounds while you did what he couldn’t.

you guide his hand rhythmically, and you keep going, faster now. when you came, you grinded your hips up into it, and moaned, low, and fed the fuck up. you breathe hard through your nose, and then you sigh, like this whole thing was an inconvenience.

“see? didn’t need your help.”

bucky just stared dumbly at your cock.

“next time,” you murmur against his cheek. “you keep edging me like that, and i’ll fuck your throat raw instead.”

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thinking about fucking anaxa in a bed full of dromas plushies and him clutching one as you fuck him~

“Ah- n-no..! Y-you’ll, hngh.. d-dirty them…!” He panicked a little, the pastel blue stuffed animal clutched under his chin, arms wrapped around it protectively as he tried to not drool onto it. At first he was just enthusiastically telling you about how cute his plushies were, and teaching you their names, so why are you currently hoisting his leg over your shoulder, grabbing his hips as you slam into his squishy walls…?

Tears prickled in his eye, and he twisted his body to lay more onto his side, hiding his face behind his shoulder and the dromas doll. His voice got muffled by the fabric, and his hair was plastered to his face and chest. Sticking to him stubbornly. Each thrust yanked a high pitched moan out of him, and he hated how desperate he sounded. You didn’t even give him enough time to strip, so he was still wearing that sleeveless shirt he always wore, but it hung from his shoulders all askew.

“You just looked so cute, I couldn’t help myself.” You whispered into his ear once you leaned down, kissing his tears-ridden cheeks. “Forgive me, Anaxagoras..?” Yet in contrary to your gentle words, you pounded right into his prostate, causing him to whine out loudly. “NgghhHh..!! H-hic..!♡♥︎” He cried even more after that, snapping at you, “d-don’t apologise while ah— nghh..! B-breaking me..!” His hands bawled into fists, squeezing the plushy tightly, lowering his head tad if trying to disappear completely from the scene. “Y-you aren’t s-sorry at all, aren’t you?!”

Feeling a little guilty after hearing his accusations, you slowed down a little, tugging his hair behind his ears, “I’ll make it up to you, okay? If they get dirty, I’ll wash them until you are satisfied.” He didn’t answer you, but his hole clenched around your intrusion, thighs trembled visibly. Even if he was mad, he couldn’t deny it felt good. The way you stretched him, rubbed against his insides… ugh, he was becoming lewd now because of you!

He squeezed his eye shut, more tears falling from his flushed face, eyepatch slipping slightly as his arousal twitched eagerly. So cute… but you better don’t say that again so soon, he gets awfully flustered and defensive if you say that too often.

You glance to his large collection, grabbing another puppet— this time in purple — and brought it up to his face, whispering, “I’ll also buy you more of these… so? Am I pardoned?” He glanced at the doll, then up at you, before mumbling into the one he was holding right now. “I can’t hear you like that~” You chuckled, smiling when he suddenly grabbed your chin and yanked your face down, snarling at you, “five- no, I want at least ten of them.”

After saying that, he let go of you again, scoffing dismissively before adding, “you are forgiven… for now, so s-stop getting distracted and d-do it properly.”

Really, he was too adorable.

[creatormavenoavatos]

I am emotionally in shock. Wow. Have I ever been this turned on before? What the fuck. My brain is not braining

[creatormavenoavatos]

A Wound That Won't Heal

Bottom!FTM Blade x Top!Masc Reader

🩸 Word Count: 1,130🩸

AFAB Language Used | [Series]

CW: Dubious Consent, Mild Violence, Blood and Injury, Wound Licking, Cunnilingus, Pain Kink, Womb Fucking, Sexual Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie

Read at your discretion

“Shit.” Blade slides down from the wall and sits, leaning against what's left of the building behind him. His body is struggling to keep up with all his wounds. One of them refuses to heal. “Why are you doing this?” He asks, keeping his sword close to him despite his weakened state.

You're Feixiao’s younger sibling. He's seen you before but he never talked to you. He noticed that you're a foxian that's far larger than average and to him, you resemble borisins more than foxians, but he didn't have a reason to question it. It's not like he would've had the opportunity anyway.

You look blood lusted. It doesn't seem like you’ll give him any clarity. Just pain.

You rip his clothes off and he instantly understands. You want someone to breed. He knows it's no use to continue fighting or even ask any more questions. You're stronger than him and based on your behavior during the fight, you probably do have borisin DNA in your blood. He just has to take it. Maybe you’ll leave him alone once you're satisfied.

Compared to what he went through with Jingliu, this is nothing. It’s not like he’ll die.

And besides, he prefers it rough.

He looks down at the open wounds on his lower stomach. Two slashes from your sharp nails that look too perfect to be unintentional, they're positioned like the bottom half of a heart. His blood begins to flow through invisible lines on his body, as if following the directions of a stencil. It turns into an intricate red tattoo and completes its work by finishing the heart in the middle. He reaches out to touch it and gasps at the sudden and intense feeling of arousal flowing through his body. It's still a wound but it feels strangely pleasurable. He's not sure what it means, but he knows it's related to you.

He cooperates with you as you lay him down on the ground. He spreads his legs. He's ready.

He doesn't complain when your tongue begins to lick his pussy. “Mmph-” He bites down on his lip. He can't remember the last time he had sex, let alone had someone eat him out. At least he gets to feel good too. He curses as your tongue glides along his tattoo. It swirls around the open wound, making him twitch and shiver. He doesn't know if logic applies to this strange marking, but he hopes it doesn't because it feels way too good to resist.

His back arches as your fingers slide into his cunt. Despite, or really because of, your sharp claw-like nails, it feels incredibly good for him. Especially thanks to your size. It feels like he's taking an average sized dick, which means yours must be far from average. The large tent in your slightly tattered pants backs up his theory. “God, yes!” He feels the pads of your fingers against his g-spot. His facial expression twitches, representing the pleasure he feels. He thrusts his hips and comes, squeezing your fingers tightly. His hole continues to flutter as your digits escape him.

You turn him around and bend him over. Blade’s trembling legs become still as your hands grab them both respectively.

His mouth slightly opens up as your tongue enters his hole, making him realize that your tongue is a lot longer than what he just saw. “Yes–” He exhales and his toes curl. It gets even better when your large hand aims for his t-dick.

He moans. “Keep going~”

Your tongue explores his walls lovingly, making sure he’ll be ready to take all of you. He whines shamelessly as he comes again, giving your tongue a creamy present. He sighs dreamily as you withdraw.

His pussy throbs with interest once it feels your shaft underneath it.

“Finally, you're all mine.” You slide yourself inside him. He groans softly, enjoying the painful stretch. Blood pools from his bottom lip and from the sides of his waist, where your claws are carelessly penetrating his skin.

He can't stop himself from having another orgasm. He never really thought about how good it’d feel to fuck someone your size. He's already addicted.

“Shit~” He rolls his eyes back, moaning when your cock arrives at his cervix. You start thrusting into it aggressively. “You— fuck~” He loses his train of thought. It hurts but in a good way. He hisses in pain as your grip on his body becomes tighter, his bones might break again at this point. His toes are curling. He's about to come again.

Blade’s mouth hangs open as you wrap your arm around his torso and use your other to reach around and grab his throat. You pull his upper body up against your chest and slide your cock backwards by a couple inches. His eyes twitch and his cunt throbs in anticipation. A loud, broken moan escapes his lips as you thrust, successfully entering his womb. You immediately start fucking him even as he's having an extremely intense orgasm.

Your grip on his throat is too tight for him to breathe properly and your hold on his ribs is even tighter. And despite all the pain, he only wants more. He can barely make any noise but he moans anyway. “Uhn~!” His brain is telling him to touch his tattoo and as soon as he does, you come inside him, but you don't stop. You're still going. His mouth curls into a wide grin. “Ye– yes~!” He loves the feeling of your cum inside him and the way his tattoo stimulates him in all the best ways. It's making him much easier to corrupt.

“Mine.” You growl. Your hands slide down his body. You use the hand on his throat to hold his upper body while the one that was there previously goes to his tattoo. His moans become more intense. His vision is blurry and all his thoughts are a jumbled mess. If his past self from a couple hours ago saw himself like this, he'd be appalled.

He's totally blissed out. There's no way he'd be able to come back to the Stellaron Hunters now. Unless you come with him.

The two of you come at the same time. His stomach bulges even more from how full he is.

His eyes flutter closed. He falls asleep with a smile on his face.

Blade slowly opens his eyes. He lifts his head up and sees you in between his legs, sucking him off and finger fucking him. His phone is buzzing again. Everyone’s been trying to get in contact with him since you took him to your house last week. Not even Silver Wolf can pinpoint his location. He's too obsessed with you to care.

This is way better than death.

[creatormavenoavatos]

true form Sukuna slowly losing his visible abs as they're covered by the baby bump.... true form Sukuna complaining about how sensitive his nipples are as his breasts grow full with milk.... true form Sukuna letting you massage the muscle aches and pains away .. true form Sukuna whining because he can't move as fast on ur dick anymore, too sluggish from the extra weight.... true form Sukuna laying starfish on the bed and hazy-eyed from how many times he's cum, thighs wet with slick and probably other fluids,, it's not his fault that there's so much pressure on his bladder.... true form Sukuna popping out quadruplets, one baby in each arm while he snoozes in bed with them.... true form Sukuna already eyeing you for another round,, after all, he does heal quickly, and why let all his strength go to waste when he could be carrying another batch of your brats...

I yearn for this man bad🤞

oh anon you beautiful creature

[creatormavenoavatos]

WOAH HURLING!

firstly, dope profile. you gave me a heart attack cause i couldnt find ur pfp in my following and i thought you deactivated.

secondly!!!

dilf virgin buggy with a younger virgin reader.

im picturing buggy acting all smug and lying about how many guys hes been with, saying hes always satisfied a man and asking you if you think you can satisfy him.

cut to buggy creaming in his underwear after a little making out and dry humping.

- 🧍‍♂️

got me thinking about buggy with a huge strength kink. the first time he sees you at the gay bar he frequents you’re nothing but a himbo. apparently that’s all you need to be to take his virginity.

he ends up choking on his own words while creaming his underwear non-stop while reader, albeit inexperienced, has a hand clamped around his neck and a thick, muscled thigh stuck between his shaky legs, jerking him off roughly.

you’re cooing dirty insults into his ear, telling him that if he’s sleeping around like a whore then he should be moaning like one too. he’s whimpering then, tears pooling in his pretty eyes and trying to moan for you through the iron grip you have on his throat, but it’s to no avail when you tighten it.

by the time he’s approaching his third orgasm you finally let go, and in a desperate frenzy buggy yanks down his pants and braces himself against the wall, using his own cum to open himself up for you. he’s ready for you, more than anything.

you’re the one for him. you have to be.

[creatormavenoavatos]

I don't know if we are doing the emoji thing again but just to be safe ❤️

any way I am here to respectfully request Dr. Ratio from Honkai with top dom male reader.

the letters are A, C D and F

Author's Note: No emojis this time, don't worry! But thank you for remembering that rule 🫶

For our 3000 follower celebration! (CLOSED NOW)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

A little tired, but still snarky. You can expect the same little quips, comments, and level of sass, just through labored breaths :P

Other than that, Veritas is surprisingly cuddly. Loathe as he is to admit it, he does crave your arms around him and kisses on the crown of his head.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

His cock is thick and so is his cum. There's always so much when he orgasms 😵‍💫

Veritas cums the hardest when there's something in his hole; a cock, a toy, his own fingers, just something nice and deep to milk all of that pretty cum~

I think he would get real vocal when he cums too. Tipping his head back and babbling nonstop, like he has no control of himself or what's coming out of his mouth.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

For someone so smart, he sure does love mind breaking and dumbification!! Having the intelligence pounded out of him is a game changer! Putting him in a chokehold while this is happening only adds to that pleasure too~

Bonus secret: He likes it when you call him 'bunny'~ It's a pet name that makes him so hard, you really have all of the control if you use it right!

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. May include a visual)

He's a bit of a diva about positioning, always calculating what angles and positions would be optimal for pleasure. According to him, missionary is one of the best……until you turn that into a mating press one day 😳

Sitting in your lap is not "optimal" but Veritas claims that it has its benefits regardless. Just bounce him on your dick and he'll pipe down rather quickly~

[creatormavenoavatos]

Hear me out.

A bird boi.

His nose looks like a beak. He has sharp talons for nails but he won't scratch because he's a good boy. He has silly big ol' eyes he stares at you with. He has wings and covers you with them when he sits on your lap. He doesn't say much but his actions say enough.

Other characteristics depend on what kind of bird boi he is. Maybe he can mimic human speech because he's a parrot boi. Maybe he has a beautiful singing voice because he's a canary boi. Maybe he doesn't sleep at night and hunts mice because he's a owl boi. Or maybe he's a vulture boi and he eats trash.

Puppy bois and cat bois are cool. But what about bird bois.

I think bird bois deserve more love.

Keep talking 👀

Pigeon boy who makes 'coo' and 'hroo' noises, enjoys being held by you, and has soft gray feathers.

Peacock boy who fluffs his feathers, dazzling you at every available opportunity, charming you with his silver tongue and beauty.

Crow boy who's completely jet black, blending in with the darkness, who brings you all of the shinies and any other trinkets that he comes across.

Big ol' ostrich/emu boys with powerful legs, who intimidate most people, but have a secret soft side that only their partners know about.

Duck/goose/swan boys who hyonk hyonk, love the water, and fiercely protect you whenever someone gets to close to you.

And many such cases…

[creatormavenoavatos]

warnings: stalking, mild objectification, sex, mild insults

Yandere Loner whose obsession started off as just a simple crush. It started with the first time you look at him. You actually complimented his drawing! His drawing! The smile you’d given him was nothing but polite but it was enough to send butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

Yandere loner who can’t help but want you. You were the popular guy and he was just the loser. He knew better than to assume you and him would ever be together. But it didn’t stop him from fantasizing about it. From drawing you in class, stealing your pens, to following you home.

Yandere loner who by the end of the month he had a routine, a type of ritual. Draw you, stalk you, and follow you home. It hadn’t escalated more than that…till today.

Yandere loner who breaks into your house when you’re not home. (He knows your schedule. He knows everything about you.)

Yandere loner who can’t contain himself when he steps into your bedroom. Your papers everywhere, bed messy and clothes half thrown in the closet. It’s heaven for him. Your presence everywhere around him.

Yandere loner who slips into your messy bed holding your shirt(the one you wore Tuesday, he remembered every detail about you). Rolling around in the bed you slept in, breathing in your scent from your shirt. He can’t help but moan, his cock growing hard.

He should leave, and he knows that. But he wanted this so bad, he wanted you so bad. His fingers unzipped his pants, curling around his cock. Maybe he should have taken your boxers too-

____________

“What are you doing in my room?” Your hand tangled in his hair as you yanked him upright to face you. You couldn’t see it before but now you could. The little freak was jerking himself off.

The poor loser freezes up, his flushed face tilted up. Hazy lustful eyes, filled with fear and want looked back at you.

“I- I didn’t- I wasn’t-“ he stammered pitifully, looking up at you with the most upset puppy eyes. Like you were disturbing him.

“You weren’t doing what? Did I ask about that?” He nearly whined in your grip, his cock twitching just at the sound of your voice.

“N-no…” he whined weakly, shifting slightly to cover himself. The movement had your eyes shifting down. Looking at his leaking cock. He wanted to cry, and also cum. You were looking at him. It felt soo good to have your attention fully on him. Was that a bit of interest in your eyes? You weren’t mad? Please don’t be mad. He just wanted you to love him!

Your hand fell from his hair to his hips. His body trembled under your touch. He didn’t dare move.

You had to think the guy was cute. All pink and flustered like a girl, when he was the pervert for being here jerking off in your bed. Even his cock was cute, the tip flushed pink, and slim like the rest of him. Such a cute thing. Since he was already in your bed, you might as well take advantage.

When your hand wrapped around the pretty thing’s twitching cock, a sob left his pink bitten lips. “Ple-please, I lo-love you…” he whimpered, it was pathetic honestly. His hands trembled as he reached over and clung to your shoulder looking at you like he was begging not to be rejected. Like the thought would break him.

“Please please please don’t hate me,” he sniffled weakly. “I’ll do anything!” He begged. What a sweet thing. He loved you? How could you not want to keep such a cute toy?

“Alright,” You grinned and tossed off your jacket before pinning the boy under your body, hovering over his small frame. “Let’s date then.”

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“No no no no,” he whined weakly. It had been hours since you found him. Hours of fucking him in different positions, making him yours. You smirked. “No, stop?” You taunted as you pulled your cock out him. He whined legs tightening around your waist as he clung to you.

“Don’t stop! Don’t!” He begged hastily. How could you do that? He didn’t want you to stop. He really wished that you’d stay inside forever.

“I’m not sure if I want to go another round,” you drawl in that lazy sexy tone teasing him. You were going to make the poor thing cry. Didn’t you want him? He wanted you so bad. Wanted to feel filled by your cock, stretched out on it while you made good use of him. He spread his legs wider and held his knee up with a hand. Wasn’t he so good? So flexible and ready to be fucked. “Please,” he keened, pupils blown with lust and need while he kept himself ready for you. “Please please fuck me. I need your cock in me~”

GOJO, SANJI, BEELZEBUB, MAMMON, BAKUGO, YUUJI, and your favorites <3

[creatormavenoavatos]

Hi and congrats on 3k, thats a huge accomplishment!!! For the 3k celebration could I request a whole alphabet for Venti(genshin) if you write for him ( ´・∀・｀)

-very very proud anon

Author's Note: Thank you! :D One Venti for the sweet anon!!

For our 3000 follower celebration! (CLOSED NOW)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Legitimately the biggest snuggle-bug. Venti clings to you during and after sex like a parasite (affectionate)

He's also a master of praise, and praising you in such a way that makes you hard all over again. Expect lots of kisses as well.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Venti is fond of his waist and hands. Of yours, he loves your handsome face and your hands as well~

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He always trembles like crazy when he cums, which makes his moans/noises shaky too. Venti likes to watch himself cum as well, especially if you're jerking him off while you're balls-deep inside~

Creampies are one of his favorite ways to finish sex, feeling your cum dribble out of his hole. Venti likes when you swipe it with your fingers and push it back inside, fingering him in the process, just to be mean 😇

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The god of wind is heavily into breathplay/asphyxiation. Please choke this pretty boy hard, stare into his eyes and tell him how cute he looks gasping for air. Pound his pretty ass while you're choking him and Venti will cum so hard that he's in tears. 😊💖

Baby boy may control the element, but letting someone else have that control is unparalleled~

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Definitely has experience under his belt. Venti has had a number of flings and knows plenty of tricks.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. May include a visual)

Mating press, doggy style with you hunched over his body and pressing him into the bed, full nelson, really anything that drives home how tiny he is compared to you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Have you met him? Venti is a little gremlin, a tease, a flirt, and has an infectious giggle. In between deep kisses and adorable whimpers, Venti will giggle at something or make a little joke. He's cute like that.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I think he would trim his hair a bit, just to keep it looking nice. I also think it would be cute if the ends of his pubic hair were also teal, like his braids 💚

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Incredibly romantic and possessive. Venti isn't afraid to let you know how he feels either. He'll do whatever he wants to spoil you, make you happy, drown you in love. It borders on overwhelming sometimes, with how intense the archon can be at showing his affection and devotion, but it's not all bad. With the way he worships you, you never have to doubt whether his affections are genuine or not — it's an assurance that Venti has woven into your soul 💚

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

God… Venti is so lewd when he masturbates, whether he knows you're watching or not. Though he will play it up if you're his audience ;)

Makes all sorts of lewd faces, drools on himself once he's really into it, and moans your name even if you're not in the same building/area. He masturbates somewhat frequently as well, though he prefers sex with his beloved.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breathplay, spanking, orgasm denial, chastity (secretly), marking, size kink.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Just about anywhere, though he will pout and pretend to worry about someone seeing you two out in public. Don't take him too seriously — just grind against him a bit, kiss the back of his neck, whisper a few things in his sensitive ears, and you'll have a pliant femboy archon drooling while you rail him right in the middle of Monstadt~

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you use any variation of "my (blank)/mine" as a petname, seeing you act just as possessive as he is. Grabbing his jaw is another quick way to make Venti pop a boner.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There's not too much that's off the table with Venti, he's kind of down to try out whatever :3

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Both? Both are good!

Venti adores when you go down on him, and it's a little embarrassing how quickly he cums — whether he's giving you head or receiving honestly. I think he'd be pretty good with his mouth, taking your cock like a good archon. He's more than eager to have you pushing your cock in his cheek and fucking his tight throat.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes it all, honestly. Different situations call for different paces, and Venti is happy with whatever! Typically, he prefers to start out slower, ease into things. But if you surprise him by getting rough right away, he'll be just as happy~

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not preferred, since they normally lead to multiple rounds and/or an archon getting fucked dumb 🥴

Frenzied lovemaking in the morning or in the middle of the night, when he's having trouble falling asleep, aren't too bad though. Still, Venti would prefer to initiate sex when you have ample time to touch each other and truly enjoy the experience.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yeah, there's not a lot that Venti says no to lol.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

As an archon, Venti has exceptional stamina. One round is never enough for him, especially not since archons are naturally possessive (aka needy)

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Maybe he would purchase a toy for himself, but it would have to be something that truly grabs his attention. Now, if you express an interest in using toys in your sex life, Venti would totally agree! Hell, he's even excited to see what kinds of toys you have in mind!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he's a tease, all right! He thinks he's so cute wiggling his hips in those shorts, bending over the counter so that his butt sticks out. Mr "I stick my tongue out at you to make you chase me and pin me down".

Venti is no better once you're actually fucking either. He won't let you pull out, trapping you until you cum again and tremble from overstimulation. His pretty voice right against the shell of your ear, telling you how tight he is, and how badly he needs your dick right this instant~

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Imagine stereotypical femboy noises — that's Venti for you. High-pitched, girly moans, whimpers, and whines. And he's very vocal about how everything feels, how much he needs you close to him, how desperately his body has been craving yours pressed up against it.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

This is really just a fun scenario that popped into my head while I was writing the rest of this. Enjoy~

I think Venti would like it when you make him cum without fully removing his clothing. So, dry humping, remote controlled toys, or…

Pressing his pretty face into the floor, yanking only his shorts down, holding a vibrator against his cock through his tights and making him cum through them. Just… stimulating him so intensely, until globs of cum are oozing through that thin fabric and running down his legs, and making sure that he repeats “Thank you, sir” over and over again while he cums. Until his legs feel like they're not there anymore, and his brain shuts down.

And, of course, once you think he's had enough, you scoop him up in your arms, hold him against your chest, and pet his hair whilst cooing gentle praises at him <3

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's a little guy (3 inches erect) with cute pubic hair. Uncut, because I said so~

Venti's tip gets super red every time you have sex, no matter how many times he's already cum.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It's pretty damn high, but that's to be expected of an archon. Although… Venti may be a league above the other archons in this aspect 😵‍💫

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He might be a lil sleepy, but it's rare that Venti actually falls asleep right after. His eyes may be droopy, and he may yawn, but he swears that he's awake and listening to you!

[creatormavenoavatos]

Hi and congrats on 3k, thats a huge accomplishment!!! For the 3k celebration could I request a whole alphabet for Venti(genshin) if you write for him ( ´・∀・｀)

-very very proud anon

Author's Note: Thank you! :D One Venti for the sweet anon!!

For our 3000 follower celebration! (CLOSED NOW)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Legitimately the biggest snuggle-bug. Venti clings to you during and after sex like a parasite (affectionate)

He's also a master of praise, and praising you in such a way that makes you hard all over again. Expect lots of kisses as well.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Venti is fond of his waist and hands. Of yours, he loves your handsome face and your hands as well~

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He always trembles like crazy when he cums, which makes his moans/noises shaky too. Venti likes to watch himself cum as well, especially if you're jerking him off while you're balls-deep inside~

Creampies are one of his favorite ways to finish sex, feeling your cum dribble out of his hole. Venti likes when you swipe it with your fingers and push it back inside, fingering him in the process, just to be mean 😇

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The god of wind is heavily into breathplay/asphyxiation. Please choke this pretty boy hard, stare into his eyes and tell him how cute he looks gasping for air. Pound his pretty ass while you're choking him and Venti will cum so hard that he's in tears. 😊💖

Baby boy may control the element, but letting someone else have that control is unparalleled~

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Definitely has experience under his belt. Venti has had a number of flings and knows plenty of tricks.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. May include a visual)

Mating press, doggy style with you hunched over his body and pressing him into the bed, full nelson, really anything that drives home how tiny he is compared to you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Have you met him? Venti is a little gremlin, a tease, a flirt, and has an infectious giggle. In between deep kisses and adorable whimpers, Venti will giggle at something or make a little joke. He's cute like that.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I think he would trim his hair a bit, just to keep it looking nice. I also think it would be cute if the ends of his pubic hair were also teal, like his braids 💚

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Incredibly romantic and possessive. Venti isn't afraid to let you know how he feels either. He'll do whatever he wants to spoil you, make you happy, drown you in love. It borders on overwhelming sometimes, with how intense the archon can be at showing his affection and devotion, but it's not all bad. With the way he worships you, you never have to doubt whether his affections are genuine or not — it's an assurance that Venti has woven into your soul 💚

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

God… Venti is so lewd when he masturbates, whether he knows you're watching or not. Though he will play it up if you're his audience ;)

Makes all sorts of lewd faces, drools on himself once he's really into it, and moans your name even if you're not in the same building/area. He masturbates somewhat frequently as well, though he prefers sex with his beloved.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breathplay, spanking, orgasm denial, chastity (secretly), marking, size kink.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Just about anywhere, though he will pout and pretend to worry about someone seeing you two out in public. Don't take him too seriously — just grind against him a bit, kiss the back of his neck, whisper a few things in his sensitive ears, and you'll have a pliant femboy archon drooling while you rail him right in the middle of Monstadt~

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you use any variation of "my (blank)/mine" as a petname, seeing you act just as possessive as he is. Grabbing his jaw is another quick way to make Venti pop a boner.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There's not too much that's off the table with Venti, he's kind of down to try out whatever :3

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Both? Both are good!

Venti adores when you go down on him, and it's a little embarrassing how quickly he cums — whether he's giving you head or receiving honestly. I think he'd be pretty good with his mouth, taking your cock like a good archon. He's more than eager to have you pushing your cock in his cheek and fucking his tight throat.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes it all, honestly. Different situations call for different paces, and Venti is happy with whatever! Typically, he prefers to start out slower, ease into things. But if you surprise him by getting rough right away, he'll be just as happy~

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not preferred, since they normally lead to multiple rounds and/or an archon getting fucked dumb 🥴

Frenzied lovemaking in the morning or in the middle of the night, when he's having trouble falling asleep, aren't too bad though. Still, Venti would prefer to initiate sex when you have ample time to touch each other and truly enjoy the experience.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yeah, there's not a lot that Venti says no to lol.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

As an archon, Venti has exceptional stamina. One round is never enough for him, especially not since archons are naturally possessive (aka needy)

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Maybe he would purchase a toy for himself, but it would have to be something that truly grabs his attention. Now, if you express an interest in using toys in your sex life, Venti would totally agree! Hell, he's even excited to see what kinds of toys you have in mind!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he's a tease, all right! He thinks he's so cute wiggling his hips in those shorts, bending over the counter so that his butt sticks out. Mr "I stick my tongue out at you to make you chase me and pin me down".

Venti is no better once you're actually fucking either. He won't let you pull out, trapping you until you cum again and tremble from overstimulation. His pretty voice right against the shell of your ear, telling you how tight he is, and how badly he needs your dick right this instant~

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Imagine stereotypical femboy noises — that's Venti for you. High-pitched, girly moans, whimpers, and whines. And he's very vocal about how everything feels, how much he needs you close to him, how desperately his body has been craving yours pressed up against it.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

This is really just a fun scenario that popped into my head while I was writing the rest of this. Enjoy~

I think Venti would like it when you make him cum without fully removing his clothing. So, dry humping, remote controlled toys, or…

Pressing his pretty face into the floor, yanking only his shorts down, holding a vibrator against his cock through his tights and making him cum through them. Just… stimulating him so intensely, until globs of cum are oozing through that thin fabric and running down his legs, and making sure that he repeats “Thank you, sir” over and over again while he cums. Until his legs feel like they're not there anymore, and his brain shuts down.

And, of course, once you think he's had enough, you scoop him up in your arms, hold him against your chest, and pet his hair whilst cooing gentle praises at him <3

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's a little guy (3 inches erect) with cute pubic hair. Uncut, because I said so~

Venti's tip gets super red every time you have sex, no matter how many times he's already cum.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It's pretty damn high, but that's to be expected of an archon. Although… Venti may be a league above the other archons in this aspect 😵‍💫

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He might be a lil sleepy, but it's rare that Venti actually falls asleep right after. His eyes may be droopy, and he may yawn, but he swears that he's awake and listening to you!