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Underground Fighter Mydei

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Pretty Dan Heng !

DAN HENG APPRECIATION POST !!!! Full pic on instagram!!!!! Coloring on Dan Heng's tail was inspired by @/zephyere on insta!

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fraying. ── .✦ blade. 🙦 You are well-behaved with everyone but Blade. Kafka calls this habit of yours charming. Blade does not agree. cw: weird dynamic. reader is a pervert but not prepared to reap the consequences of it. arguably unnegotiated kink wrt attempts at goading someone into fearplay

Infrequently, Kafka would indulge you—Blade suspected this was her effort to cultivate bad habits in you, for reasons known only to Kafka—and you would be allowed to join a field mission. You did not engage in any field work, nor would you ever. You would trail dutifully after either Silver Wolf or Kafka, peering over the former’s shoulder to give unasked for opinions on Silver Wolf’s choice of entertainment.

With Kafka, you were obedient as a dog, and twice as eager to please. You’d begged and pleaded to be allowed an electric lighter only to preen when Kafka held your face in one hand and told you: “You’re too cute to carry such a thing.” She plainly meant you were too stupid, but this necessarily meant you could not pick up on the sentiment yourself. She’d blown air into your face, smiling at your fluttering lashes, and said cigarettes were a bad habit the Stellaron Hunters would not expose you to.

On these missions, Blade went because Kafka instructed him to. She’d tapped her chin, pretending to think, and decided, “It’s more fun when you take them home, don’t you think? I don’t want our prize to run off.”

That was what Kafka called you—our prize. You were not especially terrible, but you were not particularly worth trouble, either. Blade wanted no part of it. Kafka could play with her food as she liked; he would remain focused on his promised end.

(Somewhere, buried in a spiderweb of memories interwoven with spider lilies and ginkgo leaves, Kafka had put a hand on her hip and feigned offense. “What? You don’t think our prize is cute?”

You were bundled up in a blanket, eyes closed and in a deep sleep. You looked frail and breakable. You did not even notice Silver Wolf’s legs thrown over yours or her noise of disgust at Kafka’s question.

Blade had no memory of this.)

You heeded Silver Wolf’s directives. When Firefly linked her arm through yours, you followed without complaint. Though you had yet to meet Elio, it was likely you would find yourself compelled to adhere to his wishes as everyone did. Blade did not care for the specifics of your stay with the Stellaron Hunters, but you did not act like a prisoner.

Unless you were left alone with Blade.

“Make sure to look after our prize,” Kafka had said, ruffling your hair. You smiled sweetly at the attention, watching with the same lovestruck eyes all others regarded Kafka with. She had business; feeling sorry for you, she’d brought you along to the unremarkable citadel to window shop and aimlessly wander. You and Silver Wolf still could not be trusted with Kafka’s card, but she had promised to buy you whatever you liked if you behaved.

You always behaved. It was uncanny, the degree to which you fawned.

But then: Kafka waved with a sultry bye-bye, boarding her transport with Silver Wolf, and Blade was your sole guardian.

You pivoted on your heel to peer up at him. “Are you having a good day?” you asked, the lovesick look melting from your face.

“What does it matter?” He entertained your question to end the conversation before it could begin.

It was Blade’s hypothesis that you recognized you could not manipulate him as you tried the other Stellaron Hunters. You were wasting your time trying to manipulate Kafka, which was likely why she was so endeared to you, but he did not demean himself to playing along with whatever your scheme was. Even if true, it obviously was no concern to Elio. Blade merely tired of your front.

“Well,” you said, deliberately rolling the word around your mouth as you wandered a half-circle about him. “I’m curious! What makes a good day for you?”

Blade stared silently down at you.

Undeterred, you brought a hand up to fiddle with your clothes. “There’s got to be something you enjoy, right? You’re always so”—you paused to scowl theatrically, pausing as if to accommodate a laugh he would not offer, “—but there must be something you prefer.”

“Silence,” Blade offered meaningfully.

“You don’t mind the girls talking to you,” you said.

He said nothing, content to freeze you out. You continued to gaze up at him thoughtfully, fingers curling and flexing. You were plainly plotting an escape route, eyes shifting briefly to regard beyond his shoulder before returning to his face. Blade was accustomed to this routine of yours. He allowed you time to think up implausible ideas, intervening only when your breathing quickened and your pupils dilated. Your tells were not subtle.

“Bladie,” you said, possessing enough self-preservation to take a half-step back at the name. “How come you always chase me when I run?”

The question was inane. He chased because you ran. You were a pest, certainly, but Kafka enjoyed you and so he would not let you run off. Blade saw past the intended distraction—you really were terrible at this game—and extended a hand to close around your elbow as you tried to bolt in another direction; in his hold, you only managed to stumble and lose your footing. Blade’s grip kept you from falling flat on your face.

You made one perfunctory pull against him before going limp. Dead weight. Lucky you. Blade watched you without sympathy.

Blinking up at him, you whined, “You’re hurting me.”

Insufferable. He adjusted you so you were no longer had your weight pull against your arm, though he knew better than to let you go. He did loosen his grip, though; you were fragile, liable to break at the slightest pressure. “There,” he said flatly.

“If I didn’t know better,” you said, any traces of complaint disappearing from your voice, “I’d say you like hurting me.”

Blade supposed it was likely you’d suffered irreparable brain damage. You had scarcely any self-preservation and even less common sense.

Still: though a pest, he took no delight in your suffering, real or imagined. There was no price you ought to pay. You were so helpless it seemed unnecessary to inflict misery upon you. He waited out your tantrum. Silver Wolf would put some device in your hands; Kafka would coo at you and encourage such troublesome behavior.

Kafka was not here to reward your behavior. Blade used his hand around your elbow to turn you around, then put his other hand lightly at the back of your neck. Your shoulders shot up and your spine went rigid; he could feel the anxious rabbit of your pulse against his thumb. What compelled you to prod at trouble if you would only freeze at its arrival? You were fortunate to be swept up by Kafka.

“Enough of this,” Blade said. You shook at the sound of his voice; drawing upon distant muscle memory, he softly kneaded the skin of your neck beneath his hand. There were knots of muscle there. So your body did carry the stress you ignored.

He would have to suggest Kafka take better care of you. You could so easily break.

“Hey,” you squeaked, “don’t squeeze!”

Blade forced his hand to go lax.

He, too, would have to treat you more carefully.

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Blade is the kind of guy who walks on the side closest to the road while sticking close to your body to make sure nothing will harm or dirty you in some kind of way

Blade is the kind of guy who covers you with the umbrella while his shoulder or whole side is getting drenched in water

Blade is the kind of guy who tries his best to smile for you but his face isn’t used to making the gesture anymore it comes out awkward and a bit ugly but he’s happy it at least made yours brighter and your laughter harder

Blade is the kind of guy who desperately wants physical touch but is worried he is gonna hurt or taint the perfection he always saw on you so he always hints at what he wants but lets you initiate it

Blade is the kind of guy who follows you around like a shadow and stare down anyone who poses a threat but usually he just looks like a sulking cat in your eyes or anyone who has gotten to know him well enough

Blade is the kind of guy who doesn’t say “I love you” but writes short but meaningful sentences on reminder notes he leaves for you. Sometimes it’s saying how pretty you look or how he appreciates your gentle touch whenever you’re helping him bandage up.

Blade is the kind of guy who loves cuddling and sleeps shirtless whenever you guys are sharing a bed just so you can trace his scars. It makes him feel like he’s more human than monster whenever you’re doing that.

Blade is the kind of guy who just sighs in defeat and does whatever you need or want.. even if it’s dressing him up in a poofy pink dress..

Blade is the kind of guy who is utterly in love with you but he doesn’t know how to say it so he shows it

(I’m utterly in love with him idk how I haven’t written for him.)

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Kitty mydei who lives to shove his cock deep inside you and fill you up with his thick, sticky cum until you’re dripping, stretched wide, and moaning. He’s obsessed with pounding your tight pussy raw, watching you clench and quiver around him as he drags every inch inside, marking you over and over with his hot seed.

Kitty Mydei who grabs your hips hard, slamming into you fast and deep, making you gasp and scream while his cock drips with your wetness, mixing with his cum ready to coat your insides. He loves how needy you get, how desperate you sound when you beg him to fill you again and again, soaking your walls with everything he’s got until you’re nothing but a dripping mess for him.

Kitty Mydei who can’t get enough of watching you choke on his length, your eyes rolling back as he fucks you dumb and filthy. He buries his cock balls-deep, then pulls out just enough to watch his hot cum leak and drip down your thighs before slamming back in and blasting more inside, coating you so thick you can feel it dripping from your pussy lips.

Kitty Mydei who snarls filthy promises in your ear, his breath hot and ragged as he drags you over the edge again and again, filling you so full your body shakes with every swollen, pulsing orgasm. He’s the only one who can make you feel this broken open and cum-soaked, and he takes pure, wicked pleasure in owning every last drop of your dripping, needy cunt.

Kitty Mydei who pushes past your limits, fucks you until you’re crying, begging for more, your pussy stretched open wide and dripping with his seed. His cock is relentless, pounding in and out with a filthy rhythm that leaves you trembling, leaking his cum and your own juices all over your trembling thighs and the sheets beneath you.

Kitty Mydei who loves to watch you try and hide your mess, cum and slick leaking from your stretched hole, but he just laughs, grabs your chin, and forces your eyes to meet his. “I love you,” he purrs, “and I’m gonna keep filling you up until you’re a dripping, sticky mess who can’t get enough of my cum.”

Kitty Mydei who’s addicted to stuffing you full, over and over, until you’re swollen, sore, and utterly his. He loves how you beg for it, how you tremble and shake with every fat load he shoots deep inside, leaking out in thick, messy ropes that soak your thighs and puddle beneath you like proof you belong to him.

Kitty Mydei who won’t stop fucking you until every last drop of his cum is buried inside your needy pussy, making you his filthy little cumdump, stretched and dripping with his hot, sticky claim. He drags you into a rough, filthy kiss, tasting your desperate, needy lips and whispering, “You’re mine, baby. All mine.”

Kitty Mydei who’s the dirtiest, filthiest there is — a ruthless, greedy fucker who loves nothing more than to fill you up again and again.

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im drowning gigi only sub wanderer in the akademiya library can save me

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pairing: sub wanderer/scaramouche x reader

a/n: i had to make him a little bratty. i just had to.

the restricted section of the akademiya library was as silent as a grave, just as heavy, just as tense. faint rustles of paper filled the air, but kuni wasn’t hearing a thing. not the pages flipping. not your casual humming. not even the footsteps of a scholar passing somewhere behind the shelves.

no. all he could hear was the slick sound of your fingers stroking lazily over his tip, the tiny wet noises getting worse—louder—with every pass.

and it was killing him.

“f-fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his fingers digging crescent moons into the edges of the desk. his thighs were trembling under the tablecloth. “you're evil. sadistic. the worst—gods—stop teasing already—”

you didn’t even glance at him. just turned another page in the textbook and sighed, pretending to be deep in thought while your other hand slid back down the thick length of his cock, your thumb smearing the precome leaking down his tip like you were painting it on.

“kuni,” you murmured, still not looking at him, “i said quiet. or are you so needy you want someone to hear?”

he whimpered. whimpered. the sound was muffled—barely—but there was something raw behind it, something high-pitched and vulnerable. he was flushed everywhere, down to the tips of his ears, his lip wobbling just a little as he tried to keep it together.

“i can’t,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “i c-can’t keep still, please, it’s too much, you’re—fuck, you’re driving me insane.”

“then beg,” you said sweetly, finally looking at him, eyes full of faux innocence. “say please, kuni. say you need it.”

he looked like he wanted to argue—like there was a retort on the tip of his tongue, something bratty and venom-laced—but it crumbled the moment you circled your thumb around his tip again. that was it. his last brain cell fried.

“p-please,” he choked, words tumbling out in a desperate rush. “please, i—i need it, i need your hand, i’ll be so good, i promise, just please let me cum—don’t stop, please—please—”

you hummed, satisfied, and finally wrapped your hand fully around him. not teasing now—stroking, nice and firm, all the way to the base and back again—and kuni just fell apart. his head hit the desk with a soft thud, muffled by his folded arms as he bit down on his sleeve to keep from moaning your name out loud.

“that’s it, baby,” you cooed, pace speeding up just a bit. “you’re doing so well for me. cry if you want to. i’ll still make you cum.”

and he did. he sobbed, hips bucking frantically under the table as your hand worked him mercilessly, slick sounds echoing far too loud in the silence. he was already leaking so much he was making a mess of your fingers, tears streaking down his face as he nodded again and again like he could beg without words now.

“please—please, please, please—” it was all he could say. a prayer. a chant. a complete collapse of pride.

you leaned close again, lips barely brushing his ear.

“be a good boy and cum for me.”

his whole body tensed—like a string pulled tight—and then he shattered. cock twitching in your hand, kuni came hard, thick and messy, making a choked noise into his sleeve as his whole body convulsed. he couldn’t stop shaking, even after, breath ragged and shallow, tears still sliding down his cheeks like you’d short-circuited him.

you gave him a second—just a second—before rubbing your palm along his overstimulated length again, slow and cruel, just enough to make him whine through clenched teeth.

“tch—stop—i can’t—nngh—”

“shhh,” you purred, stroking his thigh gently now. “you did so well. such a pretty mess. i might have to take you to the bathroom and clean you up… unless you think you can cum for me again right here.”

he looked at you like you were a devil. which, to be fair… maybe you were.

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innocent virgin reader this, sweet virgin reader that

how about virgin reader whos far from innocent, you probably know more about sex than toji - just no hands on experience. you are the filthiest person on earth!! you have a sex drive that flys off the charts, constantly rubbing at your poor hole, pinching your clit and nipples.

you're also far from sweet, you're crude and cruel. that's why toji was so drawn to you. when he discovered you were a virgin, he couldn't believe it honestly. he didn't ask any questions, didn't care. he just knew he had to have you.

he expected you to be shy during your first time, but no, you were a filthy fucking mess.

sprawled out beneath him, his tip entering your tight cunt. you moan loud, meeting his eyes. toji groaned out, a strained, growl. your eyes lock with his, direct eye contact as he shoves his dick further into you. deep breaths swarm the sticky room.

the pace picks up, you had complained it wasn't fast enough so fuck, he would show you. you're gripping tight onto the bedsheets, spurting everywhere as drool runs out from your lips. he thrusts into you with a fury, stretching your virgin hole in a harsh way. but you loved it. you open your mouth and he spits into it. you swallow instantly, he didn't even need to tell you. toji frees a hand and lowers himself onto you, trapping you with his body and his heat. your body smushed by his larger one, his free hand runs a thumb over your cheek.

you grin at him. "that all you got?" you challenge, smirk plastered over your satified expression. and just as those wods utter out, a slap is brought to your cheek. well ,fuck.

you cum right there, cream ringing around his dick as you clench like a fist around him. he groans out and his breath stutters. hips copying his lungs and stuttering too.

toji lets out a hot load, deep inside of you. his body twitching and shaking as if it was his first time. he had expected you to be the same, fucked out, passed out possibly, from the intense orgasm you just had. but no, you were smiling sweetly at him, "round two?"

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Invitation.

Waking up head throbbing, you sat up, only for you to feel something drapped over your lap— you look down, you're completely bare. "Wh—" before you could process what's happening, there's an arm, drapped over your lap. Your heart skipped a beat, you slowly turn to see him. Laying there, his back facing upwards as his face buried in the pillow. His hair messy as he continue sleeping like so, unaware of your awakened self.

Soon you heard a groan coming from his side as you were just about to leave the bed—

"You're leaving already?" He said groggily, the sheets rustled as he moved. He turned to face you with his sleepy gaze, he slowly blinked— "You don't want to stay with me?" He added in a whisper. He laid there, his arm that was drapped over your lap, you carefully moved them off— only for him to insistently put it there again. There was a long silence after that, and he added another whisper that made your heart once again skipped a beat..

"Will you come see me again—?"

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hanahaki disease & soulmarks

(small explanation: in blades technique he cuts his arm before attacking, so its reflecting on dan hengs skin as well. everything else is up to interpretation!)

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phaidei got me crazy ngl

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an ask inspired thoughts about alpha blade and omega loser darling college au.

he’s got a bit of a bully vibe going on, and honestly blade has no desire to change that. he hangs out with kafka and silver wolf who, for all intents and purposes, are labelled as delinquents. he stomps around campus scowling and wearing black. it’s not a hard leap to come to.

but he’s an alpha, and despite all his fearmongering and looking grumpy, blade’s still a responsible leader above all.

kafka is an alpha. as much as they’d make a powerful couple, alphas don’t pair with other alphas but with omegas instead. (and besides, the thought of dating kafka leaves a sour taste in his mouth.) wolfie is a beta. much like regular humans, werewolves have their own physical chemistry that may or may not match up with another individual’s. he’s still got time, so blade hadn’t been concerned about finding his mate yet - until he scents you.

you brush past him so quickly in the dining hall that he barely has time to turn around and catch a glimpse of you. not that it matters. the scent trail you leave behind is so heady, so intoxicating, that it takes all of his willpower not to chase you down in the crowd.

“what’s wrong, bladie?” kafka asks, twirling her pasta idly around her fork. he’s always been slightly jealous of her. people have less reservations about a female alpha never mating, but he supposes he won’t have to worry about that now.

“it’s nothing,” he grumbles. silver wolf raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment.

he spends the next few days jerking off at the thought of you.

there’s no real reason why he shouldn’t just go up and talk to you, honestly. but somehow, watching you from afar is much more thrilling than the thought of having to go up and getting to know you, and your friends, and your clubmates… he’d much rather hover by the side and admire your shoulders, the nape of your neck… suddenly he’s dreaming about sinking his teeth into your soft skin and slamming the swell of your hips onto his dick. and he’s hard again.

(and maybe it’s because he doesn’t think himself ready or deserving of a mate. maybe he’s not ready to give in to his family pressuring him into mating yet.)

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Yan!blade General and nsfw headcannons (Gn or m!reader) 🥺

LMAO sure, i love bladie sm

i really like this fan art. if he was a model id be subscribed to receive his magazines every month or week or wtv btw hes my husband sooo..

right here ,chase atlantic

blade x gn reader

cw: smut, rough sex, jealous sex, marking, choking, hair pulling, belly bulge.

there is a mention of eating out, but that doesn't imply female reader. both men and women have a hole

general yan! blade hcs

i actually reblogged something about how yandere blade would be so confused as to why he feels the way he feels about you, and i totally agree with it. he wouldn't be so violent because he doesn't want to scare you off, but he would be mean to the people surrounding you to scare THEM off

so lets say you're a stellaron hunter like him, blade would try soo hard, almost too hard to convince elio to put you and him on missions together every time you or him have a mission to do. he doesn't need ANY of the stellaron hunters too close to you (or close to you at all). he couldn't explain why he didn't want them near you, it was just this god awful feeling in him every time he saw you with anyone who wasn't him.

when you and blade start dating the possessiveness gets much worse. (yk how he holds his sword? yeah that's how he holds you.) especially if your near anyone or anything. i also think blade would genuinely get jealous if you had any pets and he wouldn't be above killing them if it meant getting more of your attention on him, or you depending on him for comfort instead of your pets, or he wouldn't murder them because he would be so afraid of you getting mad at him and leaving him because of it, but as long as you don't actively try to make him jealous with them they should be good

when the mara strikes you're the one blade seeks, just seeing you calms him down and makes blade feel more at ease, whether it's you holding his hand or cuddling with him, as long as it's you.

LMAO i feel like blade would be such an attention whore or a pick me for you, like i can actually see blade bugging you while you sleep to hug on him or to lay on top of him, or he would bug you while you're playing video games on your phone, asking if you can sit on his lap while you play or if you can get off of your phone and brush his hair or something along those lines

nsfw part!

speaking of attention whore, blade would also ask initiates eating you out! and if you don't stop him from pulling your zipper down, or saying "stop"/"no" / seeing discomfort in your face, he'll go through with it. he just wants your attention on him making you feel good! surely you want to feel good right?

blade absolutely REEKS of a jealous sex typa guy. if he sees you talking to someone and that someone is making you giggle and smile, he will get JEALOUS like no other, and when bladie gets jealous he only feels like overstimulating you and making you cum your brains out or edging the absolute fuck out of you until you're saying crying how much you love him, and how you only want him

piggybacking off of that, blade definitely bites and leaves hickies on your neck, back, shoulders, thighs and just anywhere where people can see it and know there's a certain someone in your life already, or he'll just fuck you hard enough that your legs give out every time you try to walk not letting you go anywhere unless he's carrying you

blade loves to do it in front of any mirror in your house. something about holding onto your waist while you two are on your knees in front of the mirror just gets him going. especially with the bulge on your stomach sticking out so noticeably while he chokes you with one hand to keep you up on your knees and the other on your waist to hold you in place while he pounds you, and your juices combined are under you two! truly a romantic this man.

blade also probably has taken a picture/recorded a video of him taking you from behind while he pulls your hair or smacking your ass making it turn red, or a video of him spreading your legs farther apart while he's making you rock on the bed while he fucks you, and as you keep trying to close your legs he keeps smacking them.

a/n: "if they can make you laugh and giggle they can make your ass clap and jiggle" ahh blade😭

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“suguru,” you slur, poking his chest, “i’ve got a confession.” FRATBOY!SUGURU raises a brow, sipping his drink, calm as ever, cheap beer sloshing in your cup as you lean against the kitchen counter at the party. “i’ve had the fattest crush on you forever. like, real bad. think about you all the time—like naked, mostly. fucking you and stuff.” you giggle, half-joking but not really, the alcohol loosening your tongue.

he freezes, glass halfway to his lips. “that so?” you wave a hand, cackling. “april fool’s! gotcha, huh? i mean, maybe it’s half-true, but—whatever!” you stumble, expecting him to laugh it off, but he doesn’t. instead, he steps closer, towering over you, “half-true’s enough.”

next thing you know, you’re bent over the sink in the upstairs bathroom, jeans yanked down to your ankles, panties shoved aside. suguru’s fat cock slams into you, stretching your dripping cunt wide, thrusting deep and rough as he says, “think i haven’t wanted you forever? every damn day, driving me fuckin’ crazy?” you moan, loud and broken, as he grips your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to watch in the mirror—his dark eyes locked on yours, his thick length splitting you open with every brutal snap of his hips. “look at you, so fuckin’ pretty."

“fuck—suguru—” you whimper, legs trembling as he pounds you mercilessly, like he’s been starving for this forever—and he has. “said you think about me,” he pants, biting your neck, “so fuckin’ take it.” and you’re a mess, drunk on his cock now, walls clenching tight as he fucks you raw, the wet squelch of your pussy filling the room. “april fool’s on you, pretty.” and oh well, you don’t mind at all.

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the beginning and end (and what binds them together)

part ii: locked out

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18+ minors dni

pairing: vashwood x gender neutral afab!reader

wc: 1.8k my god this is getting silly

cw: omegaverse au, beta!vash that can switch sexes and is currently in Rut, alpha!wolfwood, omega!reader, reader referred to as "kid" and "kit" by wolfwood. masturbation. dub-conish voyeursim? reader has slight gender envy of secondary sex. not beta read.

a/n: well. here's this ig. if you enjoy this lmk.,.if you wanna talk ab this au pls let me know.,..its cooking me.

part i: gone, gone

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In the dark, violet blue of night, you twist and turn in your sheets. Sleep is a far-fetched, fickle creature tonight. You know you won't be getting much of it. Not at the peak of your Heat—the worst of the fever bursting beneath your skin. The ache inside you growing so large that you think it'll overtake you entirely and all you'll be is this—empty, starving creature. Desperate. So desperate and hollow and furious and—

Vash and Wolfwood are next door, in the connected room at this motel. The door is locked between you. You had only agreed to return with them on this condition, if you could keep that door locked tight. Bolted shut. But you know they're still there, can barely smell them and—

The worst is that you can hear them. Better than you'd like, especially this late, when the world is quiet and your heart is pounding in your chest. You know that the wall your bed is on shares a wall with the bed in their room.

And Vash is still awake, no doubt dealing with his Rut.

Wolfwood is helping him, staying near him rather than you, so it doesn't also trigger his own Rut. He's being a good Alpha, ensuring that you're safe, and Vash is contained and sweating this out on his side of the door.

Vash is a docile Beta, though, even in Rut.

He just sounds—needy. His voice dampened by the wall, but you can tell it's wane and thin. You suspect that he must be spread out on the bed in their room, with how close his voice sounds. You think, only this wall separates us. Only this.

"Hah—" Vash makes a sound, muffled by the wall, but you can still hear him well. Well enough. "This hurts. It hurts so bad."

"You been through a Rut before?" Wolfwood's voice is low enough that you have to strain to hear him.

"Yeah—ah, it's been awhile, though. My last one was a Heat." You hear shifting, maybe, or maybe you're just imagining it, "but this feels—different. Worse."

"You got an Omega next door you can't get to." Wolfwood says simply and, if you're smelling right, you can tell he's smoking. The faint whiff of tobacco that seeps through their room into yours. It'd be a comfort if it didn't remind you so thoroughly of him—

If it didn't send your mind reeling with thoughts of him or Vash. You wonder how they look right now; are they shirtless and trying to sleep? Are they close to each other? Far? Is Vash flushed red down to his chest? Is Wolfwood affected?

“Yeah—“ Vash gets out, “Agh—I’m so—“ He’s almost whining, “Hot. I’m burning up. I don’t feel good.”

After a moment, Wolfwood curses. “You’re glowing, Spikey.”

"Ha—" Vash sounds pained, "yeah, I guess. My body is fighting it—fever's getting too hot. It thinks I'm—sick."

There's some shuffling. And then another curse from Wolfwood, this one worse.

"You're burning bad." He says and you imagine he's feeling Vash's forehead, his cheek. You wonder what Vash does. Does he lean in? Are his eyes fluttered shut? Or is he looking up at Wolfwood, eyes like wells of the brightest, most brilliant blue you've ever seen?

"We gotta get your temperature down."

"Cold shower?" Vash jokes weakly.

"Nah—bad to shock the system like that." Wolfwood's voice has gone softer. "With Ruts, the fever dips when—"

Your heart kicks up strangely.

“I know—“ You think Vash says.

It goes strangely silent for a while and you’re left to wonder about Vash; is he okay? Does he feel the way you do? Like there's all this pressure beneath your skin, like it's ballooning and pressing against the tender, pink parts of you? You're aching, down in your lower back, your hips—between your legs.

You twist, turn, and try and alleviate the pain. It does nothing to lessen it.

A hiccuping sound from beyond the wall.

"Easy, blondie." You think you hear Wolfwood say, but it's so much softer. A rumble of sound. It's also closer, though, just on the other side of your wall.

For some reason, you flush with even more heat.

"Wolfwood—" A strangled cry, "Nick—hah—"

A hushing. A low coo.

"You don't wanna wake them." Wolfwood murmurs, muffled. Belatedly, you realize he's talking about you.

There's some shifting. You can hear heaving breath, the creak of the bed, you think.

Oh.

A bolt of lightning through your body, a shock, a realization. Your ears burn. All of you burns. You suck in a sharp breath. You hold it, scared that they'll hear you if you let it out, hold it tight inside you. Everything so tight.

You go perfectly still, can hear the roar of your heartbeat. You wonder if they can hear it in the cavity of your chest, too, gushing and jumping—the pulse inside you that is like a live-wire.

You turn over in your own bed carefully, onto your stomach, and it creaks, too. You wonder if they can hear it. You wonder if they froze or if—

"You're a mess, blondie." Wolfwood murmurs, "so desperate—"

Vash moans.

You squeeze your eyes shut. You press your thighs together desperately. The ache inside you blossoms into something sharper, more painful. You bury your face in your arms and try to endure, try to fight through it.

"And sensitive." He continues lowly, far-away, and soft, "you always this sensitive?"

A little keen from Vash. "S-sorta—I guess. Do you get sensitive?"

"Nah—" Wolfwood says and Vash makes another soft sound, almost a mewl. You're trying to keep your breath from heaving.

(In a sudden, bending realization, you wonder if Wolfwood would've done this for you—whatever he's doing to Vash, if you really were his little Alpha. His kit. You wonder if he would've nursed you through a Rut the same way. You imagine him, over you, voice low and smoky, big hand curling around—

Something breaks inside of you at the thought.)

Your hand creeps beneath you, past your stomach, down between the blazing heat between your legs. Slick and slippery and—

Messy.

You're a mess, blondie.

It's so embarrassing. You hold your breath. You try to be as careful and quiet as possible. You're so slippery that your fingers, too small and too shaky, do little for you. They pass over your swollen clit desperately.

"—I just get pent up, I guess." Wolfwood says, "bet you're needy in Heat, too, if this is how your Ruts are."

"Wolfwood—"

"I'm right here." He soothes easily, almost with too much calm, compared to the broken pitch in Vash's voice, "I've got ya."

And then there's a strange sort of silence, where you can just hear yourself—the sound of your own arousal, of theirs, just beyond the wall. You wonder if they're kissing or how Wolfwood is touching him. You imagine Vash, flushed and desperately, hips rutting messily towards Wolfwood's fist. You imagine Wolfwood doing that for you, you imagine Vash needing you, whining underneath you—

Then, suddenly;

"You thinkin' about them?" Wolfwood's voice is dark.

Your heart spikes.

"Ah—" Vash sounds wrecked, "h-how can I not?"

Your face twists, your fingers push desperately inside yourself. You're so empty and so hollow and so—hungry. So desperate. The ache in you builds behind your eyes, all over. Like one, great, tender bruise. Tears prick your eyes.

A low, rumbling laugh from Wolfwood. "You look so guilty."

"I feel so bad—" Vash mourns, "Can't help it—keep thinking about them—keeping thinking about—"

"Knotting them?" Wolfwood's voice is quiet enough that you have to strain to hear it. And God, do you feel bad that you do. Desperately, you want to hear him, hear it all.

You think about it, too, Vash knotting you. Would he get as needy? As desperate and wild and whiny as he sounds? Worse? Would he pin you, or would he be a mess beneath you?

"Y-yeah—" Vash whimpers, "and how they'd taste—how they'd—sound and—"

"They're so stubborn." Wolfwood inhales. "Ornery little thing. Hard to imagine them needy like this but," he exhales, "bet they break pretty, you know? Not easily, but pretty."

Vash moans, shameless enough that Wolfwood hushes him again, and you can almost hear the smile in his voice. Almost hear that wolfish twinge he sometimes gets. Your fingers move faster, hips canting towards them, towards your open palm, now so slick and slippery.

"Probably on the other side of this wall, sleepin' like an angel." Wolfwood says softly, "and you're here, thinking about rutting into them like an animal."

"Hah—you're—you're talking about breaking them."

"Gently, you know?" Wolfwood says and your pleasure is mounting, building, swarming beneath your skin. All up the length of your spine. In the back of your head. "The way I am with you now, blondie."

A broken sound from Vash.

"That's it—" Wolfwood hushes, "just like that, Vash—atta boy."

Your vision whites out with your peak and, without thinking, you sink your teeth into your arm in a desperate attempt to keep quiet. You bite into your skin, hard, and pleasure erupts inside of you—explodes beneath your skin in a rush of heat. It sparkles, bursting, breaking.

You make the smallest of noises around the skin of your arm, teeth still lodged into it desperately. Chest heaving. Your jaw aches. Your head swims.

Silence, except breathing. Yours and theirs. Mingled together in the quiet, dingy motel on the edge of the world.

"Feeling better?" Wolfwood asks softly.

You finally detach your teeth from your own arm.

"Y-yeah—"

"Try and get some sleep. If you need me again, I'm right here." He says and you can tell he's moved away—further from the wall, and into the room. "I'll check in on our little Omega in the morning, too."

Our. It sings in your mind as sleep finally manages to take you, swift and easy.

And in the morning, when Wolfwood pokes his head in—just to make sure you have food and water, he claims, you can't meet his eyes. You can't even look at him, face overheating with prickly warmth. You snap at him, bare your teeth and tell him to get out.

But he just smiles, moon dark and knowing, as he slips back behind your door.

That door you keep locked so tight—bolted shut.

[broadblades]

- MOLTEN LAVA CAKE / IV.

when i get to heaven, please let me bring my man

cw: kinktober prompt (creampie), unprotected sex & playing fast and loose with it’s possible consequences, yandere behavior, age gap (reader 20’s, capitano & zhongli 50s, baizhu 40s), power imabalance, non con somno (childe), dub con, innocence kink & lowkey medical malpractice (baizhu), reader has a pussy, implied kidnapping (capitano), if you squint childe & capitano’s sections are connected, frequent breeding kink type talk, manipulation & coercion, implied baby trapping, dead dove do not eat

please do not repost, translate, or feed this work to ai

kinktober 2024

CEO!Zhongli

“Do be quiet, darling.” Zhongli grits, cupping your head with both of his palms and tugging you upwards. “I have no intentions of being an exhibitionist today.”

You arch off his grand wooden desk and gasp at the spark of pain in your neck, but you’d take that over drowning yourself in paperwork any day. Your boss’s cock is ramming into your ass at a porn star’s speed, the wet smacks of flesh slapping against flesh bounce off the one way glass walls.

This situation is the most cliché porn plot in the book though, the distant slightly emotionally unavailable boss bending his secretary over his desk and zipping down their pants. You had been running late that day, you forgot to set your alarm for Mr. Zhongli’s breakfast tea run and you had less cat food than you thought so you had to make a break for the grocery store.

By the time you scrambled in with a steaming cup of your boss’s favorite tea and his stack of reports to review and meeting requests to schedule, the older man was tapping his foot and crossing his arms. He didn’t look disappointed, not quite, but the gentle warmth in his eyes was gone and his small smile was flat.

In your desperation not to lose your job, this was your first and you’re only in your junior year of college, you follow him into his office and set down your things. Your cherry Marc Jacobs tote bag (bought by him, his papers and tea (bought by you with his money), your SINOCULTURAL orchid leather handbag (also bought by him, for variety).

Zhongli wasn’t the kind of pervy boss who’s hit on you before, you guess now that he was just lying in wait. You were the one that draped yourself over his desk with tears in your eyes, desperate and naive and relying on the principle of ‘sex sells’.

He’ll draft up a different beginning to your love story at your wedding.

“You take cock so well, perhaps we’ll have to have a discussion about adding this to your list of duties, hm?”

The condom sliding in and out of your walls makes you want to pout, but you know he has to have one. How he was able to pull a pack from his desk drawer on the spot is beyond you, you’re not quite willing to admit that you’d be so willing to keep your job you’d risk a baby and/or STDs.

“A-ah! Y-yes, sir, whenever you’re available, i-i’ll do anything.” You whisper over your shoulder and push your ass up, wanting the sight of his long cock disappearing under the thick cheeks to be as enticing as possible.

You clutch onto the golden plague bearing his esteemed name for dear life, muffling your sounds into the furniture’s lacquer, and let your boss pour all his stress into your holes. You tried to goad him into taking your ass but he gave you an amused chuckle and a firm pat to each cheek, chiding at you that he’d do it properly another time. He’s a gentleman under his silvered tongue and all his golden scales.

Zhongli seems to get fed up with the condom the closer he gets to his roaring orgasm, and all you’re able to let out in a punched squeal as he sharply pulls out and rips the condom off.

“This damn thing,” He huffs, snarling as he tosses the shredded scraps of plastic to the side, sinking back into your pussy in one go. “There, much better.”

You’re discovering that Mr. Zhongli is not the kind of man who groans unabashedly in the heat of the moment, he's prone to contented sighs and easy laughs. The closest you get to anything animalistic is the guttural grunt he lets slip as you clench around him near the end of his deep thrusts, milking him for all the cum this HR nightmare of a quickie can get you.

“One more thing before you go, be a dear and clean that up for me.” He points a black nail down at the puddle of cum expectantly, somehow having pulled his cock free with a wet flopping noise when you were too dizzy to notice, sinking back into his swiveling chair.

Sugar Daddy!Capitano

Your back hits the hotel wall, softened by Capitano’s hands coming to slide in between you and the surface.

“Mmfh- I’ve never… I’ve never done this before.” You shyly admit as your sighs fade into whimpers, the man’s stubble rubbing on your neck during his rain of kisses.

He laughs and his hot breath hits your pulse point, your heart skips a beat. “So you’ve told me. Don’t worry, you’re nothing but safe with me. I’ve already wired the initial 50,000 for our first meeting to your account, we don’t have to do anything that you are not comfortable with.”

You nod and run your fingers through his black hair, offering up more of your unmarked neck. Of course you’re comfortable, you were so nervous you could die hours earlier, but your first sugar daddy experience has turned out to be the ideal. Capitano made sure you were happy and pliant, offering ten times the amount of what most other men would just for this one dinner. What wouldn’t you be down with doing now?

He nips at your bottom lip, wrapping his burly arms around your chubby thighs and hoisting you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and giggle as you fall onto the bed of the hotel’s presidential suite. You trade sloppy and clumsy kisses for less and less articles of clothing, he places your jewelry and your accessories neatly on the nightstand.

“So you don’t prick yourself or worry about losing them, bambi.” He explains and pulls you into another syrupy kiss.

You lose yourself to fit of giggles as he reverently kisses down your body. The next hour is spent with your new sugar daddy licking your pussy, eating you out like a man would gulp down an oasis after a lifetime of being stranded in the desert. You couldn’t say how many times you flood his awaiting mouth with your juices and seed, but you’ll always remember how his Adam's Apple bobs on every swallow. As if it nourishes him, replenishes his soul from inside and out, warms like a good hearty soup.

Capitano slithers up your body to stroke a finger down your face, “Are you ready for me, honey? You’re spewing like a fountain but we can always just cuddle.”

“No, I'm ready, I want this, want you. Please, Daddy, need your cock.” And your money, but mostly your cock right now.

You settle into your position on your back and spread your legs, you grab the back of your ankles and keep them that way. Bearing yourself for the hungry gaze of a man twice your age.

“Alright, needy love, aren’t you? Here you go.” He coos, lining up his fat dick with your slick entrance and sinking in.

You almost wish you had turned the lights off. The way his massive looks hovering above yours, muscles tense and waiting to be exercised. You don’t have to look down at where his cock feeds your pussy, it’s like you can feel what every nerve and vein is doing and touching in your guts. You’re so glad the conversation about being tested was had on the sugaring app, you’re both clean and on the pill so you thought why not indulge in another first.

“Gorgeous cunt. Worth so much fucking more than 50,000. You like France, bambi? I’ll get you a castle in the countryside, this pussy would look divine getting pounded in one of their foyer’s and over their balconies.” He groans, husky and scratchy, kissing you and grinding his cock deep in your quivering pussy like you just got married.

You have to show him how to take a video of his goopy cum dripping out of your puffy folds, spreading them with your fingers and pushing it back inside.

The next morning, you wake up to a bundle of fresh roses and a calligraphy note on the pillow next to your head. You smile and take it all in, but eventually you tug on last night’s clothes and grab your bag. You grin down at your phone, feeling the butterflies play war drums in your stomach, this going somewhere good. There are times when you can just tell.

The suite door is locked, a man’s voice outside asks if you’re ready to be taken back to the boss’s home. On the way there you look through your bag, a message from your intuition, and your birth control is gone. But there are listings for several foreign properties, with a sticky note attached to the first.

‘Tell me which ones you like when you get home. I have my broker on the phone.”

Stalker!Childe

It’s a routine for him, slip in under your window, sink onto your bed and straddle your sleeping body, and fill you up with his cum until your belly bloats. You’ve never noticed, he’s good at cleaning up. And if you have, you’re docile enough to let him keep at it. Let the rabid wolf keep pawing at your door with bloody paws, leaving a carcass at your feet and doing it all over again the next day.

You know it’s just your boyfriend loving on you in private until you’re ready to go public. He understands you’re shy, a lot of the partners he’s had in the past haven’t exactly been social butterflies, but baby it’s just little ol’ Ajax! He wouldn’t hurt a fly let alone his precious significant other, don’t be silly. He has these kinds of conversations with you through hushed whispers against your ear and trembling fingers slipping under the straps of your tank top.

Ajax always preps you, save for a couple of times in the beginning because he was too excited. He prefers doing it with his tongue, but he does love a good fingerbanging session. He’d never cause any pain that wasn’t fun for the both of you, cross his heart and hope to die. He even brings a back up inhaler that he stole from your pharmacist in case you lose your current one.

He grins as he shimmies you out of your sleepwear, you never much, another sign that you’re meant to be “Shh, lovebug, I hope you’re having the sweetest dreams right now. I’m just stopping by to say hi. I have to be quicker this time, I'm real sorry, bub.”

Some as-gentle-as-possible rough fingerbanging it is.

Ajax keeps his eyes peeled so wide they burn a little as he crooks and curls his fingers in your tight pussy, marveling at your groggy whimpers that sooner than later snowball into light moans.

“You looked stunning in your outfit today, I like looser tops on you. I can see your titties bounce, swear to god. The leggings were a nice touch too, wanted to jog over during your walk and smack the shit out of it. But that’s not the meet cute you deserve, is it cutie?” He grips your face in one hand, the free one that’s not knuckles deep in pussy juice, shaking your head for ‘no’ for you.

“I promise we’re gonna meet soon, it breaks my heart to see you look so lonely, bub.” He’s not fazed when you seem like you’re waking up, he just ‘aw’s and strokes his thumb on your clit until you’ve fallen back asleep. “I can’t wait. I’ve gone over everything a million times, what I’m gonna wear, what I’m gonna say, our first date, our “first” time, I'm so ready for it all with you.”

You’re adorable, your brow is pinching and you’re tossing and turning. Your soft moans become louder and since you’re a heavy sleeper that doesn’t live in an apartment (not that he’d stop anyway, he’s seen how your next door neighbors check you out when you’re not looking), he scissors his fingers and speeds up the thrusts of his hand.

After months of this and vigorous hours at the gym, his wrist has stopped cramping entirely. He slips his free hand under his jeans and clasps it around his leaking dick, jerking himself off as he finger fucks your perfect pussy.

“Oh, there it is, honey.” Ajax gasps, tightening his grip around his painfully hard cock just as your walls tighten around his fingers. “It’s okay, keep going for me, you can do it.”

He times his strokes to the thrusts of his fingers, his breathing in sync with every rise and fall of your chest. You’re so wet, you’re leaking around his digits, your pussy making a sick squelching sound

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum baby, just from fingering your pretty pussy.” He pants, circling his thumb over the head of his weep dick and smearing his precum all over his length.

He’s moving so fast his hand is a blur, and he really doesn’t even register the sensation of fucking himself with his fist. Instead what he feels is the way your thighs seize up and your breath hitches, you arch your back off the bed in your sleep and that’s when he knows it’s time.

“Fuck, okay. Lemme get a little closer, lovebug, don’t want any of it to go to waste, right?” He keeps stroking his throbbing cock and blasting his fingers into your pussy, awkwardly trying to find his footing so he can get a good position.

He takes his fingers out of you and his heart squeezes in his chest when your hips buck after them and you whine.

“Here it comes, baby.” Ajax laughs at his own joke, positioning the tip of his dick right against your hole. With a shaky breath and an even shakier smile, he breaches your hole with only that part of himself, loving the way your cunt welcomes it in.

He laughs again when he floods your insides, crossing his fingers behind his back for this one to take. Don’t worry, it’s only a fantasy for now, you should at least have your first date before he knocks you up.

OBGYN!Baizhu

“Just lie back on the exam chair for me and we can begin.” Dr. Baizhu smiles warmly at you as you nervously play with your hands in the clinical room.

You nod, wanting to speak at little as possible. The chair’s paper covering crinkles and creases as you climb onto it, shuffling around before settling into a somewhat comfortable positon lying on your back. You look to Dr. Baizhu on your right, he’s available on your insurance and he has stellar reviews on any site worth trusting you could find. You’re just anxious anyway, and this is something you have to do, it won’t do you any good to get paranoid about all the things that could go wrong in a doctor’s office.

Baizhu’s eyes crinkle in the corners and he takes a seat on one of those rolling black stools. “So I take it that this is your first pelvic exam? Well, then be assured that you’re in good hands. It’s nothing scary, but I need to make sure your vulva and reproductive organs are in perfect working order.”

You laugh awkwardly and mutter back a “I know, I'm fine. Just a little tired, traffic was a nightmare.”

Your nerves already feel like they’re fading away, Dr. Baizhu’s voice is so pleasant and he has such a kind demeanor, you understand why this clinic was so eager to have him. The woman who signed you in was raving that it was his first day after leaving a major hospital, that they were so lucky and you were too.

“Now I'll have you slide down to the end of the table and put your knees in these stirrups, it’s perfectly safe and if you need to take a breather, please let me know.” He croons, allowing you the freedom and comfort to act on your own. He’d never want to make you feel panicked, as if he were forcibly restraining you.

The exams aren’t really a big deal when you’ve gotten over that hump, but Baizhu knows that first times of any variety can be scary. Especially for skittish patients such as yourself, with as much prey drive as a barn bunny being chased by a sheepdog.

You lie there and endure every probe and thoughtful hum. Your vulva is fine and Dr. Baizhu ends that part of the inspection with a quick pat to your mound, his lips twitching as if trying to resist the urge to kiss.

“Okay, now I'm just going to check out your cervix, keep still.” The man hums, smoothing a hand down your right calf from the stirrup to your knee. “You’ll feel some pressure, but nothing painful.”

“Really?” You bite your lip and eye the instruments on the little table by the sink.

Dr. Baizhu chuckles, “Of course. Some patients do experience pain, but it’s not a definite thing, everybody’s different. At most, you’ll feel a tad uncomfortable and exposed.”

So you brace yourself and expect to feel the cold metal of what looks like some kind of forceps. Instead you look down to see your doctor unbuttoning his pants.

He catches your eye and waves off your concern, “Cold metal just seems so abrasive for your first time. You might do better with a more… human approach, something to test how well you can stretch. Don’t worry, I'll put protection on, I'd be a horrible doctor if I didn't.”

Sure enough he slides a latex condom on, covered in tiny holes but you brush it off as being a part of the design. Baizhu’s cock twitches, feeling a sick thrill at how easy you are, at how he can whip his dick out and you’ll believe it’s in your best interest.

He doesn’t release you from the stirrups, and they rattle as he plunges inside inch by inch. Slowly and mind numbingly, to properly gauge your cunt’s ability to expand around the intrusion. You gape up at him, feeling far more than just a tad uncomfortable and exposed. His lips twitch again, torn between maintaining the facade and stuffing your cervix with his cock or breaking character and dipping down to kiss your adorably parted lips.

“I’d give you a piece of candy if that wouldn’t embarrass you. You’re doing great, just relax and the pressure will ease up.”

“Ngh- hah- O-okay, doctor. Thank you for helping me.” You don’t know why you say it, who thanks their doctors for doing a basic exam? But he groans and his hips rush forward all the same.

Your cunt is impossibly tight, which is to be expected but it’s not any less delightful to experience.

The paper underneath you makes you want to claw your eyes out as his thrusts force your back to slide back and forth on it. That, the stirrup straps clacking, and your shared soft pants are the only sounds in the locked room. It’s not as anxiety inducing as you’d expect, the planets in the office orbit around the doctor and as long as they think he’s in an appointment (and isn’t he?) they won’t interrupt. His eyes crease, he promises to give you a home visit when you’re done here, just to be thorough and make good on that promise of candy.

Something sweet for the embodiment of the cavities is in his soul, cunny strangles him tighter than a noose.

Dr. Baizhu shudders as you reflexively clench around his pulsing cock and attempt to kick out your legs only to be held back by the stirrups, “Don’t mind the mess, ‘s all par for the c-course, my dear.”

You squirt on his next thrust, and your tangy juices drip down onto the cold gray floor. The gooey cum that escapes the holes in the condom follow suit and form a little pool. Dr. Baizhu takes several pictures of your seed heavy pussy with his flip phone for medical reference.

[broadblades]

[Headcanons] Wriothesley: Kissing

cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader. Requested by @eris-inthesystem

Wriothesley has a cryo vision, and his lips are cool, but the moment his lips meet yours, there’s a warmth behind it. It all starts soft and cool, but deepens into something passionate and hot.

He’s not very affectionate in public, he prefers to savour you and take his time in private.

He likes to envelope you into an embrace, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you closer to his body as your chests touch his. And then he leans toward you and captures lips.

His kisses are slow. He doesn’t want to rush, he wants to take his time with you. He wants you to feel how much you mean to him in every press of his lips.

He can get mischievous if he’s in the mood. He gently bites your lower lip, and smirks at your gasp, using that opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth to rile you up and leave you breathless. 

Knuckles kisses. He takes your hand and presses his lips softly on your knuckles, the corners of his lips are uplifted as he keeps the eye contact.  It started as a joke, but you’ve grown to like this gesture and he started to do it every time as a greeting and a farewell. 

Forehead and temple kisses. They are soft. He may not say ‘I love you’ outloud often, but a kiss on your forehead says everything, it’s like saying ‘I’m here’, ‘You’re important to me’. Or when you’re anxious or scared, a temple kiss from him is like an anchor.

Lazy morning kisses. Half-asleep, even without opening his eyes,  he nuzzles into your neck, and plants soft kisses here and there, on your neck, chin, nape, shoulder.

Prefers to receive pecks by you, especially when you visit him at work. But be careful, if you distract him a lot enough, he will put away his paperwork aside and have his revenge on you by trapping you against a wall or his desk. “I hope you weren’t expecting to get away so easily.”