#hsr kinks

[unstable-kuro]

Darling you only went through the first round

Warning: smut, mdni, Blade being very rough with reader and possessive as fuck (poor baby), fem! Bodied reader, me being an absolute idiot who knows 0 knowledge about grammar shit.

Requested by a dear anon :3

Blade who is always rough with you whenever he has those bad days or the mara strikes him but hell immediately broke out when he saw you talking to a man laughing and giggling at his stupid jokes in the streets when he was just about to cross it to go back home. He just wanted to ravage you right there because of his jealousy that he could no longer control as he walked towards you and that guy. when you saw him you were asking about how his day was with that pretty smile of your's but Blade never let a sound out of his mouth as he grabbed your wrist and started walking towards your shared house. You immediately felt something bad was about to happen as he kicked open the door and locked it tightly, dragging you to both of your shared bedroom and threw you onto the soft mattress.

"Tell me, what was so funny about that guy and his jokes hmm?" He said glaring at you as he caged you in his arms, demanding an answer from you even though both of you knew that it didn't matter, it didn't matter at all since both of you knew that you would get fucked down by him in the bed, punished, knocked up completely and then nine months later boom, you have a baby now.

One hour already passed but he still wasn't done with you yet and not until you were completely exhausted as he kept thrusting into your overused pussy, not bothering to care about anything else other than thrusting himself in and out of you. Talking about how good it would be if you could become pregnant and so no other man could ever approach you again and even talk with you and it would just you, him and his child.

Let's just say it was a veryyy long night but you enjoyed it atleast :)

[anantaru]

jing yuan or blade.. size kink.. moans

size kink with jing yuan and your trembling thighs wrapped around his hips, he’s warm enough and comfy while being in between your knees. There‘s a fighting desire in him to worship you, of course, but when jing yuan notices you exceedingly struggling, your breath quickening when he attempts to drill in another inch of his stiff length— just one, but so unbelievably big and heavy that your face tilts up to look at him, eager and wanting, but pouty and desperate to have more of him in even though he had already increased the pressure. it‘s exposing you to the reality that he can give and rut into you, with the almost sweet scent of your arousal hanging in the air, jing yuan will still struggle to fuck you properly— he‘s growling into your neck from overstimulation, but he only wants you more.

size kink with blade as he squeezes around your chest, your sqishy mounds fitting ever so wonderfully against his palm. you choke upon your own very mewls and cries when blade pulls your hips into him, his thumb going all the way down your clit to stimulate you further, flicking his digit over the simmering spot— so you‘d get even wetter for him and make it somewhat easier for blade to access the deepest and most dearest parts of you. You give him enough space, parting your legs, your eyes half crazed with lust and love as he grinds into the thin entrance of your used pussy again. and fuck, the sight of it all— blade looks so good, so hot and sexy when his breath wafts against your hot flesh and dampens your neck as you stroke his long, coiling length with your dripping walls, wondering if he‘d cum on your pretty face next. maybe, if you ask nicely that is.

[q1ngqve]

CW; dark content, gun kink, penetration with gun (v), slight dacryphilia

boothill and gun kink grrrrrr 😼 teases you so much when you accidentally admit that you have a thing for guns and that if it’s with him, you’d feel safe

sits you on his lap, back facing him as he plays with your boobs, squeezing and pinching at your nipples!!! his teeth would be biting nonstop at your neck, leaving red marks everywhere while he teases at your clothed cunt with his gun

rips away your panties easily because he’s literally made of metal 🤭 makes you look in the mirror in front of you as he rubs the barrel against your wet folds!!!!!!!!! cooes at you because why are you so wet for a gun? are you that turned on by a piece of metal? you know it could kill you with just a click right?

he relishes in your fear and embarrassment 🗣️ uses it to his advantage and rubs the tip at your clit, making your hips buck and you whining into your hands! to which he ‘tsk’s and pulls them away >:/ you’re supposed to be looking at the way he plays with your pussy

stuffs his gun into you without warning! and you’ll cry out in terror when you hear the safety click, the sound loud and piercing, ringing in your ears 😧 you’d grab at his wrists and make eye contact with him through the mirror, eyes tearing up as he thursts his gun in and out of you

kisses you on your cheek and tells you it’s okay! don’t worry! as long as you’re good and cum for him, he won’t shoot! he would never hurt you! you’re his everything!

makes you cum so hard on his gun, you squirt 😋 he’d laugh and throw his gun away before sticking his metal fingers into you! he wants to see you do it again, but this time on his fingers!!!!!

[mini-ism]

#— DADDY DEAREST. ♡︎

pairings: gallagher x gn!afab!reader x welt yang

words: about 1.1k

synopsis: mr. yang and gallagher decide to team up.

warnings: MDNI!!! afab (gender neutral) reader, light choking, daddyfication/daddy kink (gallagher), sirification/sir kink (welt yang), double penetration, biting, hair pulling, praise, not proofread lolol, p in v.

notes: i wrote this because welt decided to come home real early tee hee. and also because i ♡︎ gallagher :3

♡︎ imagine being passed back n forth by welt and gallagher…

gallagher is absolutely brutalizing you, slamming your hips up and down on his own hips as welt watches with a slightly less stoic face than usual, perhaps a bit more of a smile.

welt watches with interest, palming the erection in his pants quietly as gallagher continues slam-fucking into you.

you whine and cry out for “daddy,” and gallagher only encourages it. he coos, telling you “daddy’ll take care of ya,” and, “nobody fucks you like daddy does.”

gallagher continues to bully into your cunt, spilling his seed inside you carelessly, watching you writhe and whimper under his calloused grip. at this point, welt had already started to stroke himself, dutifully noting what makes you scream and what you dont feel quite as much.

welt joined you after gallagher pulled out, the two began to work in sync. gallagher accompanied your side, massaging your body and kissing your neck sloppily, leaving bite marks on your flesh. welt, however, positioned you onto your back, watching the cum spill out of your swollen pussy. his lips curled just a bit more.

welt slipped in with relative ease, especially for his size, letting out a low, gravelly moan. it rumbled in his throat, his eyes fixed onto your face, which would scrunch up and loosen with every movement in and out of you.

he was gentle and slow, but deceptive. with every experienced thrust, it only became harder. he continued to move at the same agonizing pace. gallagher played with your nipples, nearly shoving his tongue down your throat. you could taste candy on his lips and tongue.

before you knew it, you were whimpering and squirming again. gallagher’s hands were grasping your throat, depriving you of air, as welt made you cum, watching you ride the mellow wave of the orgasm.

welt was a man of few words until prompted, choosing to remain awfully silent at times, “it’ll feel much better soon,” he promised.

welt’s hands moved to your thighs, gripping the underside as he bent your knees to your chest, folding you like a lawn-chair. gallagher kept your legs tucked with one thick arm as welt picked up the pace dramatically.

“fuck— fuck, yes, sir!” welt chuckled lightly at his new name.

“that feels nice?” he rasped, his yellow eyes gleaming with desire.

“yes, sir!” you gripped at gallagher’s arm, his messy brown hair clinging to his face as he grumbled against your skin, lazily pumping his shaft to the sound of your mewls.

you started to pant as you felt another intense orgasm building within you. the sensation of gallagher’s breath and his bulky arm holding you down with force, as well as welt’s hands on your body, and his thick cock fucking into you like a toy sent you over the edge.

you heaved into gallagher’s body, “sir” being the only thing that your mind could strum your vocal cords with. you reached out for welt, your hand delicately rubbing against his abdomen. welt had increased the amount of brute force he used to fuck you, chasing his own high.

“you know, i’d like to come too,” he remarked, “you can’t always be so selfish.”

you whined in response, grabbing gallagher’s hair and holding onto it harshly, “gonna make me cum again if you keep doin’ that…”

you kneaded and wove your fingers into his hair, tangling your hands through the thick mess. you could feel him nipping at your neck and pumping his shaft quickly, attempting to keep himself from going over the edge.

welt approached his own orgasm quickly, watching your eyes screw shut with every deep movement of his hips, “i feel really good too.”

welt’s hips seemed to control his mind, reason hanging on by a mere thread. he could feel the coil in his stomach tighten before it eventually loosened. he let out a loud, guttural groan as his cum shot into you, your sensitive body shaking with every breath you took.

“you think i can fit in there too, mr. yang?” gallagher chuckled, mischief sparkling as he turned his gaze to look welt in the eyes.

“maybe, we could see.” he retorted back, with just as much humor.

welt gently maneuvered you to allow gallagher to support you, laying under you. gallagher positioned himself to your other hole, poking the entrance with his tip.

“waitwaitwai—” they did not wait.

gallagher pushed deep inside you, feeling your walls tighten around him, causing him to groan in pleasure. both men started to move inside you in unison, the pleasure immensely doubled. you could feel that you were wetter with both of them fucking you at the same time, making your pussy leak a mixture of both of their seed and your own slick.

welt’s hands moved back to your thighs, grabbing them gently as he maneuvered himself into your pussy, cockhead rubbing against your g-spot as gallagher shoved his fingers into your mouth.

gallagher made you suck on his fingers, the other arm snaking back to where he clamped you down by the waist. his fingers left your mouth as soon as he deemed adequate, rubbing slow circles on your clit as both “sir” and “daddy” began to fuck into you faster.

“fuck, fuck— hhhnnn…” you pawed at welt’s torso again, as gallagher’s fingers began tracing your clit faster, his two digits rough and big enough to cover your entire bundle of nerves.

“you’re so good for us, babydoll,” he purred, welt smiling down at you in agreement.

welt followed up with gallagher’s praises, “that’s right.”

you could hear both men huffing in your ears, their thrusts becoming harsh and mean again. you could hear the slapping of skin against skin, at least when you weren’t screaming out “daddy!” or “sir!”

“you feel so fuckin’ good,” gallagher hissed, his arm tightening its grip around you, further dizzying you. with each bit of force gallagher used, you could feel welt so much more inside you. it was damn near intoxicating.

without warning, gallagher squeezed you tight, pressing you to his body as he came in your ass, your walls tightening like a vice. this made welt cum before he thought he would, his face tightening and flushing. he moaned slightly as he pulled out of you, gallagher following close behind.

“i wanna see this,” he crawled over to welt, who was admiring their teamwork.

you laid there, mind fucked out, body shivering, and cum seeping from your holes.

nothing was quite as satisfying as this.

[starbxzy]

size kink jing yuan 😱

size kink jing yuan! who goes absolutely crazy at how small you are compared to him.

size kink jing yuan! who puts you in a mating press so easily. his big, strong arms pin your knees to your chest like nothing.

size kink jing yuan! who is obsessed with full nelson. he holds you by the underside of your knees, guiding you up and down on his cock.

size kink jing yuan! whose hand could encase half your face.

size kink jing yuan! who gets so hard when he sees you in one of his shirts. so big on your small, timid figure.

size kink jing yuan! who bends you over, grabbing a cheek with one hand. def leaves a mark. a big, red hand print.

size kink jing yuan! whose cock is so big, it leaves a whole damn pudge on your abdomen.

size kink jing yuan! who loves groping your tits.

size kink jing yuan! who loves your thighs the most.

———

i cant write please forgive me.

[wri0thesley]

business dealings - sampo x reader (3.5k)

sampo's line of work has given him a lot of experience in getting what he wants.

cw: corruption kink, naive virgin reader, sampo is manipulative n kinda sleazy. reader is afab but no gendered terms/language are used. reader is chubby, shorter than sampo. loss of virginity, blowjobs, coming inside.

not sfw, minors dni.

At heart, Sampo is a businessman.

He knows what he wants - generally, as much shield as possible - and he's willing to do almost anything in order to get it. Bartering, trading, a little bit of illegality (it's only illegal if he gets caught, after all) - talking his way both out of and into things. 

So when you'd looked at him, with your eyes all pretty and big and doe-like, admiration leaking into your tone as you asked him about what the underworld was really like . . . he'd decided that what he wanted next was . . . well. You. 

It’s surprisingly easy. 

Easy, because you’re malleable and naive to the ways of the more . . . nefarious sides of society. You’ve never had to worry about stepping foot out of your comfortable life, beyond the vague threat of the Fragmentum and the Eternal Freeze that bothers every citizen of Belobog. But your life within the city isn’t threatened; you look at the Silvermane Guards with respect and awe, but you don’t honestly believe yourself in any danger. And because of that certainty that bad things will not happen to you, you’ve developed quite a cute interest in those other things - like Sampo, and his trips to the underworld, his easy way of slipping between things, his adventures and the embellished stories he tells you. And you’ve become quite easy to get information out of, on top of all of that - anything to help Sampo out, after all. 

Oh, you’re adorable. 

He thinks about you a lot, when he’s embroiled in another danger he brought upon himself - imagines how to spin it so he’s the hero, and you look at him with those wide eyes and your mouth open, lips soft and kissable in the glow of the heat lamps, and you breathlessly say; “Oh, Mr Koski!” in that awestruck little tone he cannot get enough of. 

He thinks about you a lot, too, alone in his bed at night with one hand wrapped around his cock and his back arching. He thinks about the shape of your body beneath your clothes; the ample curve of your chest, the wide contour of your hips and how perfectly they would fit in his grip if you were beneath him. The fullness of your cheeks and lips, and how they would look wrapped around his length - the soft noises you’d make as he pushed it in just a little further than you could handle. 

He thinks, perhaps, he should feel guilty about it. The thing in your eyes when you look at him is almost hero worship. But Sampo Koski did not get to where he is by way of self-reproach, and surely one wants to help out their heroes when they can? 

So he does what he always does. He sets his plan in motion. 

And if this plan does not end in shield, but in someone sweet wrapped around his finger, thighs wrapped around his hips, mouth wrapped around his cock? Well. It’s a plan nonetheless, and Sampo has never been a man who says no to the spoils of his own schemes. 

He starts only small. 

Bends his head closer to yours when the two of you talk, making sure that you’re made entirely aware of the breadth of his shoulders and his biceps, the peek of his bare chest beneath his complicated (but fashionable--) outfit. Allows the sharp emerald of his eyes to wander, just enough to be appreciative - just enough that he can sense how your cheeks heat, how you twist your fingers shyly into the fabric of your garments. 

Lets his hand wander to a place that skirts the edge of being respectable; your waist, but almost your hip. The dip of your lower back, but so close to the tantalising curve of your rear. Your cheek, but so so close to the delicate pulse beating in your throat that he sees how it speeds up at his touch. 

Pays you compliments, thrown out as casually as a breath but aimed to strike at the heart. How pretty you look today. How much he appreciates your time together. How you’re always the highlight of his time on the surface - how he simply couldn’t imagine not coming to see you. You respond, as he knew you would, with eager little soft-voiced entreaties about how you feel the same, how much you appreciate him, how you’re always so happy to see him. How you just love having the chance to help him.  He knows that the time is ripe when he catches your chin in gloved fingers and smiles down at you and says, his voice carefully pitched like affable velvet;

“And what if I asked you for your help with something else, sweetheart?”

Your eyes go all big and wide. Even through the fabric of his gloves, he can feel the heat that has risen to your face. There was never any doubt about it, but he’s glad to have the confirmation even so - you’ve been nursing an innocent crush on him. 

It won’t be so innocent when he’s done with you. 

“Mr Koski,” you say to him, your voice squeaking with nerves. He can see, again, the quick beating of your pulse - the eager-to-please nature that makes you such a thrillingly delicious prospect to have in his bed. That hopeful look that you can be of use to him. He wants to ruin you. He loves the way you say his name. “Of course, I’d do anything you asked me to!” 

He chuckles at you affectionately and leans in so close he can feel your breath against his lips. You tremble under his touch even now - he can’t wait to see how you’ll tremble under his clever fingers later on, when he has you somewhere more private. You look into his eyes with the breathless delight of someone having a fantasy come true. Naive little thing. Still. It wouldn’t hurt for him to play the gentleman just a tiny bit longer. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, chivalrous as he wants you to think he is. Your lips part, and he thinks about choking you on his cock even as you go giddy inside over the concept of your first kiss.

“Yes,” you breathe - and Sampo’s lips meet yours. They curve into a smile as you kiss back - unsure, prim, pure as the driven snow. 

Sampo’s plan has been a great success. 

He’s going to get what he wants. 

He takes you somewhere that he knows will not ask questions. The Goethe Hotel is not an option, but a man like Sampo doesn’t get where he is by not having connections - connections who will not ask about the pretty, wide-eyed Overworld denizen who’s clinging to his hand so tightly, looking around like they’ve found themselves in a storybook. You don’t even have the sense to ask him where he’s taking you - you’re all caught up in the romance of his kiss, the sweetness of his compliments, and the fact that your daydreams are coming true. 

“You wanna make me happy, don’t you?” He asks you, thumb skating over your cheek, and you nod at him with a sweetness that makes his teeth ache. “Come here, sweetheart. Pretty thing.” 

You shiver under his touch like a shy flower blooming, petals soft and untouched by human hands. You whisper out his name when his fingers find the buttons of your outfit, your skin going hot and nervous - but he makes soft little noises of comfort, reassuring you even as you’re bared before his eyes. He can barely stop himself throwing you onto the bed and having his way with you. 

“Look at you,” he says instead, as you stand before him all shivering and hopeful and naked. “You’re gorgeous.” You press your thighs together at the compliment, teeth biting into the plumpness of your bottom lip. His hands slide over you appreciatively, pulling you closer to where he sits on the bed. He maps out those same places that have haunted his wet dreams; all of those curves, the plumpness of your thighs and your stomach, the weight of your chest in his hands as he swipes his thumb over your nipples and you make a sweet little noise of surprised desire that makes his cock throb in his trousers. 

“C’mon,” he says, with that crooked smile that makes fireworks go off in your stomach. “Would Sampo hurt you, sweet thing?” You shake your head, immediately - even now, you’re unwilling to think the worst of him. You’re perfect. “Get on your knees. I’m gonna teach you somethin’.” 

It’s a scene right out of his nighttime fantasies when you hesitantly sink to your knees. Your desire to please warring with your desire to hide. But oh, do you look lovely down there. 

“That’s right,” he practically purrs, stroking your cheek. He feels giddy with the power of it all as he looks down at you - and as he unzips himself, you stifle a gasp and he feels his cock twitch in his grip. He’s proud enough of what he’s packing, but he sees it through your eyes and wishes he could take a photograph of you right there and then. Hesitant and eager and shy all at once. “Open your mouth for me, hmm?”

Obediently, you do exactly as he asks. One of his hands fastens about the back of your head, keeping you in place - you start but do not fight it, looking up at him with your expression utterly open and guileless. You trust him, and the thought makes a ripple of pleasure go down his spine. Your tongue is pink and wet in the lamplight. 

“Good,” Sampo praises, and your skin heats again. He guides himself into your mouth - you make a soft noise of surprise, but don’t pull away - your eyes stay locked on him, an unspoken question in your eyes. Am I doing this right? Is this good? Are you happy with me, Mr Koski? “Use your tongue for me, sweetheart. That’s right. You’re doing great.”

You look up at him from between his thighs and he lets out a muffled groan of pleasure as your tongue swipes unsurely over the head of his cock. You’re so cute down there. Even better than he imagined. There’s no satisfaction like a plan that’s going off without a hitch - and as you manage to swallow down even more of his cock, as a trickle of drool escapes from the corner of your mouth and your eyes go watery with the effort, he can’t help but cant his hips into you.

“Shh, shh,” he says, as your eyes widen in surprise and you almost try and pull back. His hand stays in place on the back of your head. That look on your face is going to keep him company through some very lonely nights. “I’m only doin’ that because you feel so good, sweetheart. Don’t stop, okay? You’re so good for me. Perfect.”

The last comes as you bob your head, tongue tracing the veins of his shaft - he relaxes his grip just enough for you to carry on the movement. Sampo lets a sigh fall from his lips as he enjoys the wet tightness of your mouth around him, the hesitant licks. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate someone who knows exactly what they’re doing in a blowjob - but something about you, and this? Something about knowing he’s the first man to have your mouth like this, to guide you through these motions? Nothing could compare. 

He almost doesn’t want to pull out. He almost wants to keep going - to see your surprise when he comes in your mouth, to implore you to swallow and call you such a good little thing, to shower you in praise until you’re dizzy and drunk from it - but . . . ah. Who knows when he’ll have the luxury of this much time with you again? And you keep shifting on your knees, your chest heaving, surprised by your own arousal . . .

It would be a hard heart indeed that didn’t let you have the full experience, and Sampo Koski is a soft touch. 

“D-did I do a bad job?” You babble, as he pulls his cock out of your mouth. It slaps softly and wetly against the plump fullness of your cheek and Sampo swallows back more thoughts of hitting your pretty face with it until you pout and beg him to put it back in, to choke you on it, to ‘please please please let me make you come Mr Koski--’

“Nah,” he says, affectionate and easy. “Not at all, sweetheart. I just . . . have other things I want to show you.” Your face is open and hopeful as he leans down again and takes your jaw in his hand. “Tell me something.”

“Anything,” you breathe to him, and he thinks that he could make you spill every secret in your pretty little head right there and then. 

“Are you wet for me, angel?” 

Your eyes widen, and he chuckles again. Your gaze flutters shyly around the room, away from Sampo’s own - but he doesn’t let go of your chin. He jerks it just so; not too hard, just enough to be playful. He doesn’t really need you to say it - not from the reaction you just had - but . . .

“C’mon,” he says again, smiling crookedly. “Tell me. I’m not gonna think less of you.”

You swallow. He raises one eyebrow.

“Do I need to check for myself?” He asks you, and shoots you a wink. “Stand up.” You follow the order helplessly, breathlessly, still just a little too shy to put word to the feelings that Sampo is pulling forth from you. His hand slides over the fullness of your thighs, and you reflexively push them together and win another laugh from him. “Don’t be shy,” he says. “Spread your legs. C’mon. I’ll be upset if you aren’t, y’know!”

You let out a slow breath as you follow his order and his palm curves around your thigh, as his fingers slide up and tease the seam of your sex - and Sampo follows suit, a satisfied exhale as he finds you hot and slick. He lets his fingers slip between the plump lips of your sex and wins a soft little ‘oh!’ of surprise, a flutter of your lashes. His cock twitches again. 

He fondles you for a few moments; lets his middle finger slide to your entrance, tease it and draw circles around it. You bite your lip again, but you spread your thighs further apart to allow him better access, breath hitching as he slides just the tip of one finger inside of you. His smile doesn’t falter as he looks at you. 

“Sweetheart,” he says to you, voice like smooth silk. He sinks his finger in further, to his knuckle - you’re tight but wet, and you take it easily. “You’re soaking.”

“I--I--” You falter, almost ashamed, and Sampo lets his eyes go half-lidded. There’s a whine to your voice that Sampo knows well. “Mr Koski--”

“Sampo,” he corrects you. His smile is rakish. “Mr Koski’s cute and all, but . . . not when I’ve got my fingers buried inside of you, yeah?”

“Sampo,” you breathe out, and he gently moves his finger; pumps it in and out of you a few times and enjoys the sight of your thighs flexing, of your body shivering. Your nipples are hard in the cool air, the tremble of your body a siren’s call to throw you onto the thin little mattress. He lets his thumb ghost across the swollen nub of your clit and you let out a strangled noise of pleasure, a whimper that’s so close to a moan he can taste it. 

“That’s right,” he says. “Let’s get you on the bed.”

You’re pliable to all of his pushing, all of his touching - obedient to a fault, as he kisses your cheeks and props your hips with pillows and lets his hands stroke all over your body, learning the most sensitive places. The soft noise of surprise when he digs his thumbs into the indent of your waist, the inhale when he grasps your hips, the flutter of your lashes when his lips brush across your stomach . . . he commits them to memory. Part of the fun of taking someone as sweet as you is teaching them all the pleasures they didn’t know their body was capable, and Sampo is a thorough man. 

You tremble for him so sweetly, when he finally has you caged beneath him. 

“You’re beautiful,” he says, again, and delights in the way you shiver, the shy way you pull away from his gaze. “Don’t hide.” The rub of the head of his cock through your slit, wetting himself in your slick, makes you squirm hot beneath him and gasp in surprise. He repeats the motion, swirling the tip of him against your clit, until you whine and your thighs twitch and he wonders if he could make you come just like this.

Right now, though . . . he doesn’t have the patience. 

Your hands curl into the broad muscle of his shoulders as he splits you open on his cock. You cry out, but it’s a noise that’s a culmination of pleasure and surprise as well as just a little sting, and Sampo commits it to memory the same way he tries to commit the velvet cling of your walls and the tight heat and the feeling of you, letting him take you in every way possible. 

“Sweetheart,” he says to you, his own words getting lost as months of fantasies and pining and imagining you come rushing to the forefront of his mind. “You feel incredible--”

He might say more. It’s hard to keep track of anything when he gets lost so quickly in the pounding of his cock against your walls and the way you gasp and cling to him as he fucks into you more desperately than he realised he was going to. You’re vice-tight about him, utterly willing to give yourself up and let him show you what to do. He has the sense to slip one hand between you both to play with your clit as he fucks you - Sampo Koski is a gentleman, thank you very much, he might be taking advantage of your naivety but obviously he’s going to make you come, dammit - and you respond to him with helpless, brainless whines and little thrusts of your hips. 

You’ve never felt like this before. You’ve touched yourself a few times - thought of Mr Koski a few times, if you’re honest with yourself - but this is new. The feeling of something thick stretching you out, of a handsome man above you sighing and whispering out your name . . . The delicious feeling, too, of doing something you’re not supposed to be doing. 

Your orgasm hits first, your body unused to the touches of someone who knows what they’re doing. Sampo is ruthless as you gasp out his name--

(“Mr Ko-- S-Sampo--!” - somehow, the way you trip over the title and replace it is even better than just hearing his name issue forth from your pretty mouth). 

His fingers don’t stop working over your clit even as you come, your channel pulsing around him wildly, your spine arching and a cry that’s pure pleasure working itself loose from your throat. All that your peak does is drive Sampo on, teeth grit, hips hungrily fucking into you until he feels himself twitch and his balls draw in tight and hot. 

He should pull out. The thought tickles the edges of his consciousness; that he should let his release splatter all over your thighs instead of filling you up with it, letting himself keep fucking it shallowly into your tight little cunt with the weak aftershocks pushing him to carry on thrusting--

But . . . oh. The thought of you beneath him, fucked out and leaking his come. Your virgin sex full to the brim with him, claimed and taken and filled . . . 

Sampo groans out your name and shoots rope after rope of his own release inside of you, losing track of anything but the feel of your body and the feeling of conquering something uncharted. 

You lie there beneath him, big pretty eyes blinking up at him, cheeks wet with tears of pleasure and surprise and over-stimulation. Your chest heaves against his, your heart rabbiting. Both of your skins sweat-slick where they press against one another. 

You look up at him like a hero who’s hung the moon and shown them a brand new world, and Sampo looks down at you like you’re just the cutest damn thing you’ve ever seen, committing the sight of you - fucked for the first time, ruined for the first time, claimed for the first time, and all by him - to memory. 

“You did great,” he says to you, and kisses you softly on the forehead. “Thanks for the help, sweetheart.”

He knew what he wanted, and he got it. But looking at you beneath him, remembering all the things he’s fantasised about, taking in how your hero worship doesn’t seem to have ebbed even the slightest bit . . . 

Business deals don’t have to be a one-time thing. 

[pxuvalentinx]

ahh something about aventurine with a gunplay kink. by now we’ve probably all seen 'the final victor' lightcone, and oh my god, it has awakened something inside of me. (i wrote this at 2am, have mercy. its also not proofread.)

just aventurine shoving a gun into your mouth while you’re kneeling in front of him. arms tied behind your back. he has one hand on your chin, making you look up at him while the other moves the gun inside of your mouth, making you lick and choke on it. the metallic taste being rather unpleasant, but you’d bear with it. he knew that. the gun was loaded, and you were aware of that, but that only added to the excitement you were feeling.

it was a 'silly idea' aventurine brought up a while ago, wondering if you might be into the more crazy stuff and god, who were you to deny such a hot idea? it actually took him a while to finally initiate this situation in the bedroom.

but now you were drooling all over the gun, putting on a show as you kept your eyes on him, not having any shame whatsoever. “Look at you princess, licking and choking on this gun like you’d die otherwise.” he chuckled. "Could pull the trigger at any moment, ya know that?" oh, the cocky grin that you loved so much. ever since you met him, your brain turned into absolute mush. he fucked you stupid on the daily, and the once so proud and feared girl turned into aventurine’s personal fucktoy. it went so far that instead of making you cry and shiver out of fear, his words only made the dripping mess between your legs worse. so far that only sucking on a gun for him got you so close to the edge. "Such a good girl, taking anything I give you~" a low purr escaped his lips, "But so pathetic.." a rather empathetic look formed on his face, not sincere in any way though. you both knew that he'd never actually hurt you, but the simple control he had over you by doing this, the control over your life. a couple of seconds later, your mouth was empty, the metallic taste still clinging to your mouth. he put the gun on the table next to you. the sound of a belt unbuckling could be heard and your eyes quickly made their way to his lower half. "Now let's see, if your slutty little brain still remembers how to suck the real thing."

[saetoshis]

[‹ BLURRED LINES! ›] WELT YANG

[‹ SUMMARY ›] your stepdad just can’t say no when it comes to your comfort!

[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]

fem!reader, stepcest, age gap [welt is middle aged, reader in late 20’s], daddy kink, comfort -> sex, praise + pet names [honey, angel, sweet girl], a little size kink

welt is such a loving stepdad, you know that much.

from the moment you met him, he made you feel special. he’s often not a man of sentimental words, but he tries to comfort you as best as he can.

whether it’s with little hugs, making you dinner, or taking care of you when you feel sad, he’s always there for you. he’s not sure when the lines started to blur, though.

it might’ve started when you were dating that boy that he knew from the start was no good for you. it might’ve started when he heard you and your shitty ex-boyfriend fucking right in the other room when he was working.

it might’ve started when you broke up with that guy and went out with your girl friends in teeny dresses that left almost nothing to his imagination, or when he was bidding you goodbye with a sweet “be safe” and a kiss on the cheek.

he’s not sure, but he knows you feel it, too.

the lines surely started to blur when you started kissing him on the cheek every time you left the house, your voice sickly sweet as you tell him you’ll be back soon; you promise!

they were surely starting to blur when he heard your bed creaking over and over through the wall late at night while he was working, little muffled whimpers of ‘daddy, daddy…!’ filling your room as you stuff your hand down your panties - all while thinking about welt.

the final moment where he surely knew that he was more to you than just your stepdad was when you came into his home office crying, seeking him for comfort.

“um, welt…?” you mutter through sniffles and tears as you walk into his office, his eyes meeting your puffy ones with a sympathetic expression.

“what happened, honey?” welt’s voice is gentle and low as he opens his arms, letting you nestle into his lap and lean your head on his big shoulder. “why are you crying?”

“a boy…” you mumble back, letting little tears fall onto his shirt as you cling onto him tightly. his voice and his warmth bring you inexplicable comfort, as if in his arms is where you were made to be. “he dumped me suddenly. told me i was too emotional n’ clingy…”

“no, no,” welt shushed you softly, his hands wrapping around your waist and holding you closer against his chest. “you’re an angel, y’know that? you’re perfect. that boy was trouble, i told you that, right?”

you nod and sniffle softly, looking at him with little teary eyes as you let his comforting words sink in. he makes you feel so soft, so warm - he’s the only man who treats you like this.

“how can i comfort you, hm? what do you need?” welt’s voice is low and honey-sweet, and you know that he’ll do anything for you. your relationship is albeit different, but you know that you can ask him anything at all.

“a kiss,” you mumble back, rubbing your puffy eyes with your shirt sleeve. how could he ever say no to his adorable stepdaughter when she needs comfort like this?

“alright,” welt chuckles a little bit at how precious you look in his arms right now, clinging onto his shirt as you flutter your pretty wet lashes at him. “just one. a secret between us, alright?”

you nod and slide your hands up to his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lean into his embrace. his lips press softly against yours, and a warmth spreads through your body at how deliberately sweet the kiss is. he’s not too forward, not too shy - it’s perfect, and it makes your head feel hazy.

“how was that, hm?” welt pulls away and wraps his arms around your waist a little closer, a soft look in his eyes as he takes in your reaction. “satisfied, honey?”

you and he both know - that kiss was a gateway to more. the line is officially blurred, so what’s stopping you two from crossing it even more? what’s the risk? it can’t hurt… right?

“one more… please?” you hum and tilt your head in such a sweet way that welt can’t even imagine saying no to you.

he nods and chuckles a little bit, his hands sliding up your waist just a little higher as he kisses you again - more passionately this time, a little more dangerously. your fingers flit through his grey-streaked hair, little hums of satisfaction leaving your lips as you put just a little more of yourself into the kiss.

the issue is - that kiss never broke. it led to another, and another… with tongue this time, exploring each other as you hum and moan in tandem.

“welt…” your voice comes out like a sweet melody, and he can’t hold back his desire for you any longer. it’s as if the last string holding his integrity together just snapped the moment you kissed him.

“it’s okay, honey. i’m here…” welt murmurs against your lips, his hands exploring your thighs, the plush curve of your ass, or your bare waist as he lifts your shirt up a little. “so needy right now, aren’t you?”

“mhm,” you hum and nod as little hearts dance in your eyes for him. every nerve in your body starts to light up when he grazes his hand against your skin, as if his touch was made for you. “want more…”

“alright, angel…” welt smiles softly before his lips press up against yours again, his big strong arms lifting you up as he carefully rests you on your back on his work desk. “gotta be quiet, okay? can you do that for me?”

you nod willingly, your body craving more of his touch, more of his soft praise. his hands slipping your shirt off and pulling your shorts and panties off of your legs feel so gentle, but there’s an intensity behind it. the desire flickering between the two of you makes the air feel hot, almost thick with lust.

“wanna make you feel good, too…” your voice is like an cupid’s arrow to the heart for welt, and his cock practically jumps at the sound of your words alone. the way you drag your hips just barely against his belt makes him shudder, and he has to choke back a moaned grunt.

“you sure, honey?” welt asks cautiously, knowing he has to hear the words from you again just to make sure you know exactly what you’re getting into. your nod is his signal, and he sighs softly, “just for you, okay? remember, this is our little secret.”

your mind feels hazy and clouded with tingles as he undoes his belt with a little clink before it hits the floor. the head of his cock feels big and a little sticky as he slips it against your folds with a leering groan.

“p-please,” you mumble and roll your hips a little to tease him inside, your body craving nothing but his touch - only welt’s.

welt chuckles softly before it turns into a hummed moan when he slips the tip of his cock inside, and immediately his whole body lights up with bliss at the feel of your walls so tight around him. “s-so… oh, you’re such an angel…”

“mm-“ you let out a little gasped moan as he starts pushing inside more, and more, until he bottoms out with a voice-cracking grunt. your voice sounds as if it’s intoxicated by lust, by his touch, “so full…”

“i know, honey… but you’re doing so well taking it all, just like i knew you would,” welt’s voice comes out like a leering hum as he slowly pushes and pulls his hips, back and forth, his arms caged around your head on the desk. “just like this, hm? how does it feel?”

“so good, daddy…” you hum out the words instinctively, keening for his touch as he ruts his hips a little faster now. you shift back and forth on the desk from each connection of your hips, whines leaving your gaped mouth in tandem.

“that’s it, angel…” welt hums as he presses open-mouth kisses into your neck, getting messier and more intense with each languid thrust of his hips. his tongue drags hot lines against your skin with each time he ruts his hips, drawing moans from your chest each time. “love you just like this for me. my sweet girl…”

your breaths are hitched and full of little moaned noises as you fall deeper into a pleasured haze, tingles flickering through your body each time his hips get a little quicker, a little rougher.

“ah- hah, you feel so amazing, i might just-” welt grunts out the words staggeringly, and you can feel his cock twitching each time it presses against that sweet spot in your cunt. your bodies shudder together, the air hot between you as your highs burgeon in your chests. welt groans and chuckles softly, “god, you’re making a mess out of me…”

“mm- lemme make a mess with you,” your words make welt’s cock twitch inside of you, and he practically snaps. he can’t hold back, each heavy rut of his hips shaking the desk and pulling whimpers out of your mouth each time. “c- gonna… gonna cum with you, daddy…”

“oh yeah, angel… cum with me,” welt trades your saccharine walls for his hand, his other slipping two fingers inside of you and curling against the spot that makes your thighs keen together. he fucks his fingers inside of you in tandem with his fist, his eyebrows furrowed as grunts spill out of his mouth. “oh, shit…”

your moans heighten with his, bodies shuddering and tingling as waves of intense euphoria wash over you again and again. the room is flooded with filthy wet sounds and moans, forever to be kept a secret within these walls.

you make a mess of his fingers as you watch his head craning back, ropes of white spilling out onto your stomach as he groans and mumbles little cusses under his breath.

“welt…” your voice is weak and breathy, chest rising and falling quickly as you watch him drag his fist along his shaft more slowly now, the highs and tingles starting to drift off into a haze.

“i know, angel…” welt smiles softly as he catches his breath, leaning in to press just one more kiss against your lips.

though he says ‘just one more kiss’ you both smile as he’s clearly lying through his teeth.

2023 SAETOSHIS. do not copy, repost, or translate.

[unstable-kuro]

Honkai Star Rail men and their kinks Part 1

Warning: basically their kinks, rare mention of reader, reader doesn't have a specific gender here, I have 0 grammar skills

Characters: Jing Yuan, Blade, Dan Heng

Minors don't eat my brains out by interacting

Jing Yuan

Bondage

Likes putting you on a leash and tugging on it to make you look at him while he fucks you and cuffing your wrists with cold iron chains to leave you helpless at his mercy (god that's hot).

Humiliation kink

He is not so overboard with it, he barely does that infact, he just likes calling you names like "slut" or "my pretty little whore" as long as you are comfortable.

Dacryphilia

Loves seeing tears in your eyes because it reminds him just how much he can make you scream and moan in pleasure and the fact its all because of him boosts his ego alot.

Praise kink

His biggest kink, can't help but say "good girl..doing so well for me" to you and many other praises for taking him and his thrusts so well.

Blade

Dacryphilia

Another guy who likes this kink except its one of his biggest kinks and he will gladly admit it, likes seeing it because you look really pretty crying for his cock.

sadism

Might like inflicting small pain on your body by biting your neck roughly or anything like that but as long you are ok with it because despite his attitude he likes what he does as long as his darling likes it too.

BDSM

Punishing you for talking to someone he is jealous of? Edging you as you scream in pleasure? Making you submit your body and yourself to him? He is all in for it.

Dan Heng

Somnophilia

As long you have given the consent and are comfortable only then he will do it. "Oh..darling, f-fuck you look so pretty while sleeping like that.." he doesn't know how to feel about it as it's embarrasing and if you tease him about it well, he won't really talk to you for a whole day.

Praise kink

Is a sucker for praising you since its quite hard for one to get used to his size. Always there to praise and encourage you with "good job..y-yeah so fucking good" unable to stop unless you tell him too lmao

Breeding kink

Has a thing for it but super embarrassed about it, likes saying stuff like "one day..I will breed you with my children and make you mine forever" during spicy times.

Author's note: damn never knew I could write but eh anyways it might be bad too so idk

Headers and dividers are not mine.

[wanderingconstellations]

fem reader. cock can be interpreted as strap. wlw. this is to make up for that unfinished silverwolf post.

women who pound into you relentlessly, not even letting get a breather after your previous orgasm. your walls are just spasming around them, clenching and sucking them in every time they pull out. your pussy is so overstimulated, it makes you tear up when you feel the knots in your stomach snap again.

"give me one more 'kay?" she murmurs as her hips stutter for a few moments, letting you ride off your high with loud cry. she caressed your hips, soon leaning down to kiss your sweaty forehead.

"such a good girl, f'me.." she breathed, gradually now starting to slowly fucking your greedy pussy again n' moving her finger down to rub slow circles on your neglected clit.

"love my darling soo much.."

— SILVERWOLF, SERVAL, COCOLIA, kafka, ningguang, YELAN, YAE MIKO, DEHYA, navia + all ur faves <3

[hellsslibrary]

thanks for complying with my request sir!! anyway can i ask for the same headcanons but this time for hsr? namely for welt, jepard, dan heng, jin yuan ?? 🥺🫠💞

❀Sexual headcanons about Welt, Gepard, Dan Heng and Jing Yuan❀

DNI: minors.

!!Warnings: hair pulling, pet play, praise/humalitation, romantic, play with chest, handcuffs, bondage, breeding kink, oral sex, sex in the bathroom and forest, semi public sex, mirror sex, corsets (lol).

Welt.

Oh, Mother of God... I don't know who he is. He will probably be whatever you want. Dominant? Certainly. Submissive? Also good. But I guess he's more on the submissive side.

He is a little conservative in his views, so he likes more vanilla sex. But he absolutely doesn't mind trying something new and trying it if that's what you want.

Very romantic man! He loves to make you sexual surprises, just like from some popular romantic and erotic films or books.

He loves to praise you. Of course, he is pleased if you also praise him, he appreciates it very much and it excites him. But there's something more to him praising you. It excites him insanely, especially if you somehow react to his words.

Bondage kink~. I'm sure he would gladly be bound for you and let you do with him whatever your heart desires. Moreover, it will look wonderful in a bound state~.

He is quiet in bed. Sighs, heavy breathing, rare quiet moans and whines, but nothing more.

He has sensitive nipples (I've seen too many art, you won't convince me otherwise). So his nipples quickly become hard from almost any touch and movement, which makes him moan louder than usual.

I'm pretty sure he's never been bottom. So he was very interested in this experience and when he finally felt your cock in him... He immediately came from the sensation with a loud moan, which surprised the two of you.

He loves to hold hands during sex! It's so sweet and romantic, given that he likes the slower and more gentle pace, it makes the process even more enjoyable for him.

He is an adult male, so most likely he may have a breeding kink. He realizes that he won't get pregnant. But ... It's not bad to imagine, it's not bad not to dream, my dears.

He has good eyes, sorry, they are so beautiful (God, I admire them every day). And since he's sensitive, considering you're his first partner in his role as a bottom, he often starts rolling his eyes with a low moan—. I'm a simp, sorry.

He's insanely tired, so give him a massage sometime, starting gently on his torso and then taking it to something sexier, that'll probably relax him the best. Especially if it will be in the bathroom, in hot water and next to you.

Gepard.

Sub. Most submissive sub. He's just so obedient and timid and wonderful, just like a kitten. He's also probably a virgin, but I'm not sure about that.

Ahem, this brings me to the idea of pet play. Well, he's a Gepard anyway, so... He's a big cat, but unlike a cat, he's very obedient... And doesn't mind at all if you put him on a leash, hehe.

Pull him by his hair. By those beautiful blonde hair, he will moan at the top of his lungs with his beautiful and hot voice.

Kink for praise, especially if it somehow concerns him. For example, his muscular and lean body, pretty face, or his actions or words in relation to you (or to himself, if you want a show, hehe).

He's shy, like, very shy. He was focused all his life on preparing for the army, that he did not think about any romance or anything like that.

Everything you bring to his life is so new, but so interesting! So he is more than willing to try any of your ideas, even the most disgusting and perverted ones. Although some, like threesome or something like that, I suppose he will refuse. He wouldn't want anyone else involved in this.

Sex in the alleys~. Especially during his breaks or patrols. If you pull him into the alley at this time and quickly do what you want there, Mr. will come out of there afterwards completely shabby, but with such a blissful expression on his face, as if he had just been blessed by God himself.

He has great stamina, for obvious reasons. Like, really big. If you have too, then he is at your service, you can have fun with him until your stamina runs out.

I guess he likes to please you. Well, that is, oral sex, of course. He will gladly suck you off if you so wish or even if you do not wish. He just may have such a mood and desire.

A kind of kink for humiliation? He doesn't like humiliation as such, but... You know, he's a captain after all, and he kind of has to be such a cold, calculating man. But, if you tell him to say or do anything that goes against that description, it will be so humiliating and hot for him. Something like, for example, feminization or light humiliation.

An addition to the past is also if you put him in front of a mirror. And you will force him to look at his expression while you do something with him.

Dan Heng.

He is probably a sub. I just see him as such, all the cold guys in my mind are definitely submissive in one way or another. But at the same time, he will be the dominant if you want, but he will not offer it himself. He's a virgin, given his past, this shouldn't come as a surprise.

Just like Welt, he is quite quiet in bed, but he is talkative. That is, he quietly groans, whines, whimpers, breathes quickly and speaks, and this all happens often, but quietly, obviously.

Prefers soft sex rather than rough. He likes to be praised for his actions, calling him a good boy, but he never says it.

Although he also doesn't mind being humiliated if you're into that sort of thing. But still praise him sometimes, he needs it :(.

He loves to ride you. He just really likes the feeling of your cock going straight into him while he grabs your chest/shoulders/belly and so on. And he loves looking at your face with a look of pleasure underneath.

Handcuffs. Fuck, Dan Heng is in handcuffs, this is a divine sight. His hands are behind his back or above his head, handcuffed, constantly rattling from the sound of metal from each other, mixed with his moans and sobs...

Archives~. Well, or his bedroom, lol. While he is adding something to the database, approach him discreetly and take him right there and then, it will be one of the most intense orgasms that he has ever experienced.

Loves hickeys and bites on his body! It is on the body, where no one except you will see it. His thighs, torso, arms and so on. He just loves to share something so intimate with you that only the two of you know about.

He loves sex in nature. There is something so intimate and loving when you fuck, for example, in a forest or a glade and so on. Especially if it happens at a later time.

(Spoilers for the 1.2 main story!) His Imbibitor Lunae form... His pretty horns are just pulling, dammit. I want to fuck him by pulling those wonderful horns, making him arch his back with a moan and fuck... This man so hot :(.

I once read that the best cure after having a nightmare is oral sex (Although this is obviously nonsense, I suppose...). But you imagine it with him... He wakes up in the middle of the night when he once again dreams of a sexy man with boobs, heavier than watermelons, who wants to kill him and you gently suck him off, gradually calming him down.

Jing Yuan.

He... I don't know, it's a tough decision, really. I believe he is a switch, more leaning towards the dominant side, but again I'm not sure about that.

Who really has experience is him... After all, how fucking old is he? Nobody knows this, so we can only guess.

His corset is ಥ_ಥ. Fuck, I love men in corsets, and men in general. But! Imagine~. How do you fuck him while pulling on that corset while pressing on the bulge in his stomach while he grabs onto anything~.

His hair—. (Don't say you've never been tangled in his hair.) He just loves when you pull on those wonderful, long, snow-white hair. Especially when you pull that ponytail over your arm and fuck him like that.

He prefers a rougher and edgier tempo, as well as sex in general, more rough and edgy. Although of course, slowly and carefully is also good for him!

He loves missionary, or missionary-like positions in one way or another, because he loves to put his legs around your waist while you thrust into him.

Random headcanon, but ever since there was a meme about him being a literal Disney princess because of the amount of animals and birds that surrounds him, then imagine that you are fucking, and a finch sits on him and looks at all this, breaking all its worldview.

He loves kissing during sex, and kissing in general. Especially deep kisses, with tongues and all! He'll never miss a chance to kiss you like that, even if he has to do 360 degrees, he'll do it.

Squeeze his hands over his head. It doesn't even matter if one of your arms can't wrap around his two. Just do it. He finds something insanely sexy and funny about your display of dominance.

[rintoki]

fucking sparkle with the biggest dildo you own while another one is pushed down her throat. after some things she said earlier that night, there’s some punishment in order. and she takes it like a champ too; despite how her belly bulges slightly whenever you bottom out, and how the dildo hits the back of her throat when you thrust forward.

can hardly even call it punishment when she’s enjoying it so much, her body moving like it’s possessed trying to fuck herself on your cock while deepthroating the dildo in her mouth. drool and tears mix together creating a mess on her face, but she only giggles in response when you call her a messy brat. and the sounds of wet skin slapping against each other increases as her pussy squirts and leaks out constantly, and you’re not even sure how many times she’s orgasmed already

[xiaosfavqingxin]

Hi pookie :3

if you feel like writing hsr

doesn't have to be long (porn without plot 😝)

subby (switch) aventurine x nb Reader fem anatomy (obv)

established relationship - aventurine gave up control for once - he's such a desperate and whiney boy <3

reader tied aven up so he's at their mercy!!

reader is overstimulating his poor little cock (with a vibe or their hand) and he just keeps begging to let him cum, as a reward for begging like the little slut he is, reader let's him cum inside them while they ride him >0<

Pretty boy~ //Aventurine x nb!reader NSFW

Cw: established relationship, begging, overstimulation, handjob(m! receiving), riding, dom/sub power dynamics, bondage, degradation, only briefly described aftercare, pain kink if u squint

Top!nb! reader (fem anatomy) x sub! Aventurine

Aventurine didnt know how he had gotten himself into this anymore. All it had been was a single, stupidly placed bet between him and his partner. Who doesn‘t love a good gamble after all? This had involved him into several kinds of troubles, which were nothing compared to his current situation.

You had your precious lover splayed beneath you, stripped completely bare, red ropes snaking around his wrists and his slut- like waist, carefully tied on his upper thighs, keeping his legs spread and leaving his pathetically leaking cock for you to admire.

„Seems my pretty boy likes being under my control“ you coo, smearing the precum on his tip with feather light touches, drawing a whine out of him. „Mhhh pleaseee“ the blonde whines, his usual confident demeanour long gone as his hips buck up, chasing after your touch, desperate for friction.

„Awww, please what, my beloved?“ you ask in an almost mocking tone, looking down at the older male on the matress with a lustful gaze. Having him submit to you like this, truly was a sight to see, the trust he had towards you was truly strong, something you appreciated with all your heart (and your cunt did too)

„Touch pleasee“ was everything Aven got out between breathy whimpers, his hips thrusting into thin air, back arching slightly as far as his restraints would allow him to.

You watched in awe, deciding to take pity on him for now, one hand wrapping around his reddened cock, while the other one found itself tracing motions on his sensitive waist, making hin writhe under your touch, mouth agape as he let out a long breathy moan.

Encouraged by your lovers pretty sounds, your hand found a steady pace, adjusting the pressure so you had him moan like a whore in a matter of seconds. His breath hitches as he tries to form an understandable sentence, making you understand he was close.

„Go ahead then, my precious slut, cum like the desperate boy you are“ you coax, with a voice as soft as silk.

That was everything it needed for your lovers cock to pulse in your palm, thick ropes of cum coating his stomach and your hand.

you don‘t leave him too much time to catch his breath, making him whine as you removed your hands from him, just taking a second to drink in the sight in front of you. He looked so fucked out that you almost took pity on him, as you guide your cum covered fingers in his mouth. But only almost. Your left hand starts going up and down his oversensitive cock again, sloppier this time, but still making sure to put pressure on all the sensitive areas, making him mewl around your fingers.

Eventually, you retract, making him gasp for air and thrust into your hands desperate for more of the feelings you gave him. „Need to be… inside“ Aven whines, looking up at you with pleading eyes, before his gaze darts to your own soaking wet cunt, making his cock twitch in your hand with need. „please ive been so good…“ He pleads, in pathetic attempts of fucking his oversensitive cock in your hand, causing the ropes to rub against his skin more harshly, making the cock in your hand pulse with need.

You take a moment of consideration, before pushing him down by his hips harshly, denying him any further pleasure with your hand. „Behave.“ you told him, as you adjusted yourself over him. „Its me who is in charge here now, got that?“ Aventurine was so needy, he could do no more than nod, your name leaving his lips in a pornographic moan as he finally filled you up.

Stabilizing yourself, you keep a tight grip on his waist, causing the ropes to dig deeper into his plush skin, as you start riding him, reaching even deeper spots inside of you every time you went down on him.

Your love could not do much more than appreciate you using him, his slutty moans growing more high pitched as he felt himself grow close to his orgasm once more.

You felt it too, of course, your own walls tightening around him too.

„Cum for me“ you breath out, picking up the pace to a point his cock was starting to feel abused. Your words, added to the pain of the ropes digging into his skin and the overwhelming pleasure caused him to spill, for the second time that night, yourself following only shortly after.

The both of you collapse close to each other, taking a few minutes to catch your breath, before you release him from his restraints and the rest of your evening is spent with tender touches, bubble baths and treating the marks you had left.

Not beta read, hope u enjoyed!

[glowingbadger]

Hi everyone, I have a mental illness called Welt Yang. Save me massive DILF cock save me

As a disclaimer, I'm an HSR-only Welt enjoyer, so you'll have to forgive me as I do my best to nail his voice and character down (no, I will not "just play HI3," how much time and hard drive space for Hoyo games do you think I have) - plus, it's my first time writing him, and I'm always a little less sure on my first outing with a character, even when it's, y'know, just smut.

CWs include some pretty rough/intense sex, my shameless size-queen tendencies, and some... aggressively cane-centric foreplay (is that even a thing?? Is anyone into this?? I just got possessed by the idea and had to try it, sorry not sorry)

Welt Yang (HSR) x GN/AFAB Reader NSFW 18+

What does it take to provoke Welt Yang? This question had lingered as an impertinent impulse in the back of your mind for far too long now- since before the two of you had confessed your feelings for one another. Even then, in that raw and vulnerable moment between you, while his joy and relief at your reciprocated feelings had been clear, he remained the picture of reason and maturity. Some time later, you'd now realized that even while making love, he remained impressively composed. Rather, he seemed restrained. And that word- restraint- that, you would not stand for.

When he holds you in his bed, Welt is focused, dedicated, relentlessly devoted to your satisfaction. He exhibits the kind of skill that only comes with years, and as for his size and stamina both, he certainly provides more than you had ever dared to hope for. He's given you nothing to complain about- and yet, there's one thing you still crave. You want to see him falter. You want to push him somehow, to see how he responds to something new and unexpected and sinful.

That's how you've found yourself at the door to his quarters in only a loose buttoned shirt and panties. After a quick courtesy-knock, you slip into his room and close the door behind you. Welt is seated in a modest but comfortable armchair, a book in one hand while the other absently rests on his cane at his side. His extra layers have been forgone for the night, leaving him in a turtleneck and trousers, and a responsibly portioned glass of liquor rests on an end table beside him, barely touched. His eyes flick up over his glasses at you when you enter, and his expression softens- then, he takes another look, and his eyebrows rise just slightly.

"Evening," he says in his usual measured tone, "Do you need something, dearest?"

"Just to see you," you reply sweetly. His eyes are warm on you as you approach, your hands fussing aimlessly with the hem of the shirt that just barely flits around your upper thighs. Despite this, his line of sight remains disciplined.

When he speaks next you're already carefully easing onto his lap to straddle his hips.

"It's getting late," his composure remains, but you catch his voice subconsciously dipping lower as you settle against him, "You... ought to get some rest."

This close, and at this angle, you imagine Welt can appreciate just how few of this shirt's buttons you've deigned to utilize tonight. Yet other than that tantalizing dip of his voice, he has yet to show the slightest weakness.

"Actually, I was thinking we could help each other relax a bit tonight," you say with a grin. At last, he sets aside the book in his hand, and his golden eyes meet yours.

"What exactly did you have in mind?"

Your coy smirk makes your intentions more than clear, but this is so like him. As always, Welt seeks to gather intel before making any moves of his own- but you're prepared for this.

"How about this," you say, brushing his bangs from his eyes, "I'll give you a hint, and you tell me what you think."

"Hm," he hums softly, "Very well. I'll do my best not to disappoint."

He moves to dissipate the cane manifested in his hand, but you instead take both it and his hand, and guide them up towards you. You position the cane until the tip is planted in the seat cushion, between both your legs and Welt's. The staff of it travels up the center of your body and, as you nestle yourself against it, between your breasts. The handle, of course, is level with your lips.

You watch Welt's chest rise and fall with a single long breath as he observes you. With one hand holding the cane steady, your other strokes the handle as you draw it to your mouth. Slowly, shamelessly, you circle the end with your tongue, and practically moan when you notice his eyes narrow and his fingers clench tight at the armrest beside him. But he says nothing.

You keep pushing, tracing the cane's handle with your tongue, making sure to keep your arms drawn in around your chest all the while so he can enjoy the sight of it held snug between your breasts.

Welt murmurs your name, and you offer him an innocent smile.

"Something wrong?"

"Not at all," he replies, eyes fixed directly on you, "Please, go on."

An understated reply- but you can tell you're finally inching past his iron-clad stoicism.

Your free hand runs up and down the length of the cane while your lips brush the tip in that same deliberately sensual way. Welt's jaw tightens. You shift the cane just slightly so that it's pressing between your thighs, and rock your lower body gently forward so it rubs lewdly against you. Immediately, you notice your lover practically digging his fingernails into the armrest, and you smile as you give a soft, moaning sigh. You let him watch like this for a while; your hips sway at a slow and erotic pace, and while one hand continues to hold onto Welt's cane, the other sneaks the fabric of you shirt upward just enough that he can clearly see you rubbing yourself against the staff. Your cunt is already warm and wet with arousal, and each pass slickens the cane just a little through your already-soaked panties.

With a flick of his fingers, he exerts the slightest pressure on the cane, adjusting its angle and rutting it more firmly against you. You inhale sharply, your eyes briefly unfocused, yet he only says,

"Make yourself cum."

You hardly notice the whimper you let out as you firmly, wantonly grind your wet cunt along his cane. The way he's holding your gaze makes your heart race. The stern furrow of his brow has dashed every thought from your mind but the desire to please him.

"I believe I understand your 'hint,' dearest," he speaks softly, but with a heat simmering just beneath the surface. His hand trails warm up the outer curve of your thigh, and he says, "You're trying to rile me up, is that it?"

Your face is warm and flush, and you nod as you watch him with dazed and unfocused eyes.

"Interesting. To what end, I wonder?"

As he speaks, Welt subtly moves the cane between your thighs, enhancing the strangely stimulating sensation of it grinding against your clit. Your hips move in time, matching his rhythm and urging you steadily closer to your climax. The tension winds tight in your belly, your lips part as you softly sigh and moan your lover's name.

"You're... always so co-composed..."

Welt considers your reply, never easing the pressure at your clit.

"And you would like to see me... less composed, I take it?" you nod, he hums softly, "I see."

"Welt," you whine, the pace of your hips slowing as your thighs begin to tremble, "Ohh... mmmh, g-gonna-!"

With a shaky breath and a shudder down your spine, your head tilts back as you cum on the shaft of Welt's cane. Fuck- it's so depraved, a rush you'd only imagined in the quiet of your private quarters late at night. Now, your body trembles as your climax makes your nerves tingle and your legs feel weak. You can't imagine how shameless you must look in this moment. Yet Welt doesn't say a word as his cane vanishes, and his arm wraps under your backside.

He stands in one swift movement, lifting you in his arms and carrying you towards his bed. Soon enough, you're laid beneath him, both wrists pinned down under one of his hands. If you'd had time to collect your thoughts, they'd already be scattered again; he's looking at you in a way you've never seen before. A ravenous way that's so unlike the gentle, rational gaze you know.

"You wanted to break my composure?" he draws near, his breath hot against your face. His hips press between your thighs, and you feel his cock, rock hard and straining against his trousers, rutting firm against your soaked-through panties, "Do you have any idea how difficult it is to restrain myself enough to carry out my work each day? How hard it is to maintain this composure around you?"

"You..." you can barely speak, your skin feels like it's burning, "It never seems like..."

"Perhaps I have been too reserved, in my desire not to unduly pressure you," his voice lowers to a near-growl, "But let me make this perfectly clear. I want you every time you return from a mission. When I see you're safe, and I see that glow, the way you shine when you've accomplished your goal- I want to take you then and there against the windows and watch the stars reflect in your eyes while I fill you."

"We-Welt, I-"

"I want you when I see you talking and laughing with the others, and I feel so fortunate to have you that I want to make you cry out my name, just to remind myself that you're truly mine."

"Welt..!" you're desperate with arousal, and each word only compounds your growing need for him.

"I want you when you wear a new outfit. I want you when I sketch you. I want you when I can't sleep at night," his lower body grinds against you, forcing a breathy moan from your throat as his cock throbs between your lower lips, "I want you now- so badly that I'm not certain I can be as gentle with you as I'd like."

You can't breathe. Can't think. There's nothing- nothing but this man and his body and his lust and his heat between your thighs.

"Please..." you whisper.

Welt discards his glasses on the floor beside the bed, then tugs his shirt over his head to follow. It's uncharacteristically rushed and careless of him. In fact, he can't even be bothered to finish undressing either of you; he simply opens the front of his trousers and works his throbbing-hard cock from his boxer briefs, then tugs your underwear down your legs so forcefully you think he might tear them. He supports himself with his forearm on the pillow beside your head, while his free hand positions his massive length at your entrance. You feel the heat of his crown nestled between your folds, the tip pressed torturously against you. He exerts the last of his restraint to hold there while he hooks his arm under your knee and pulls your leg upward, spreading your thighs wider. Then, with a groan that resolves into a sigh of relief, he pushes into you.

"Fuck-!" your gasp is barely audible. He begins thrusting his hips immediately. Gone is all of the careful foreplay meandering towards gentle love-making. Finally, at long last, Welt is fucking you, with all of his strength and passion. Already, your head is swimming, your eyes rolling back as his thick cock stretches you around him, driving deeper and deeper with every urgent push of his body against yours. Your shirt is scrunched up beneath you, a single button at your bust struggling to hold fast while Welt ravages you against the mattress. Then, his lips are on yours, and he's kissing you with deep, open-mouthed erotic kisses that couldn't be further from his usual gentlemanly technique. He's hungry for you, greedy for your body and your kiss, and ready to truly claim you at last.

You don't even notice that he's no longer pinning you down anymore until you realize your nails are dragging down his back. His abdomen tightens with every thrust, his shoulder muscles rhythmically tense. Briefly, you wonder at how he's able to keep in such incredible shape at his age- but the insistent pounding of his cock at your very deepest point hardly gives the impression of a man flagging with years. The tinge of pain as he hits your core is wonderful, each spark of it lighting a new fire to build upon the last. It only compounds with the pleasure of him utterly filling you, stroking a thousand different sensitive spots that only he has ever reached. Your pussy clings and squeezes around him, yet your prior orgasm and this ecstatic thrill of him fucking you so deep and hard have you more than wet enough to take him with all of this new forceful intensity. You gasp and moan for him freely, and he echoes your name in reply with that low, rasping tone of his that makes you ache.

The primal rush of it all has left your mind blissfully vacant. Your free leg- the one not still being held spread over Welt's arm- wraps around his hip, or his thigh, or some part of him. Once he's kissed you dizzy, his lips travel to the column of your neck, and little blooms of pain and pleasure across your skin tell you he must be marking you fiercely. He's panting into the crook of your neck, his thrusts a bit faster, a bit more erratic.

"So good..." he groans, "So... damn good. Don't know... how much longer I can..."

"Issokay," you breathe out in a daze, your fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, "Me... t-too..."

Welt's body pitches forward, tilting you back on the bed as he buries himself in you to the root. His hips shift just a little, just enough to feel more of that exquisite friction. The pressure of him filling you so completely seems to travel up through your center, and when he gasps out your name and begins to cum inside of you, the powerful throbbing of his shaft sends ripples through your entire body. You cum just as he does, head spinning and crying aloud for him as he pumps his heat into your waiting cunt. His cock twitches, pulses with his orgasm, and his head sinks down onto the pillow beside you as he releases your leg at last and wraps his arm instead around your midsection to hold you against him.

Seconds, maybe minutes pass in the blissful quiet of his bedroom. You each struggle to catch your breath, and you can hardly muster the strength to move your limbs. At last, Welt kisses you once more, briefly and sweetly, before pulling out from your sore and over-filled pussy, then slumping down onto the bed with you.

"Is that... What you had in mind?" Welt says with a subdued smile.

"uh-huh," you turn towards him on the bed, your fingertips idly grazing the line of his jaw, down towards his lips, "Though, it was way better in reality than I'd imagined."

Welt's smile broadens, a bit bashful. His arm wraps around your waist.

"I think, perhaps, we ought to spend some time... Trading notes."

"Oh?" you settle more closely against him, still fluttery and giddy inside.

"I would hazard a guess that you have a few more ideas and desires that we haven't yet discussed. I certainly have no complaints about being seduced," he nudges your chin up with a hand and kisses you, slowly and tenderly. When he parts from you, his voice is low once more, "But for now, I want to know everything I can about how to satisfy you, utterly and completely. If it pleases you, then... I won't hold back anymore."

[himenarii]

SHH , THEY MIGHT HEAR US

 ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ pairing: welt x afab reader

❥ synopsis: you develop a certain liking to a certain man in the Express. One day , you can’t help yourself and attempt to tease him , not knowing what would happen.

❥ warnings: smut. nsfw themes , age gap ( reader in 20s? welts a grandpa srsly ) , semi-public sex ( fucking in the express) , welt has a daddy kink , soft bdsm

❥ make sure to check out my main , @kawanari

ALL OF THIS STARTED when you accidentally opened the wrong door. You thought you were going into your room in the Express , but instead , you had run into Welt , one of the older members of the crew.

But he was naked- the only thing covering him being a towel loosely hanging across his shoulder just barely hiding his thing. And he was also dripping wet from the shower.

When you walked in on him , he looked mildly surprised. However , you were a frantic mess.

“ I’m so sorry! ” you panicked , but your eyes lingered a bit longer than it was supposed to on his bare , sculpted chest. You close the door shut , not hearing his reply. And you weren’t sure you could keep a straight face anyway , because all you could think about was how he looked- his smooth body , dripping wet; your heart raced. Lord , you wanted him to fuck you.

You knew you weren’t supposed to- there was March 7th and Dan Heng and Himeko on this express. Pom-Pom as well. The walls on the Express were slim , and anything easily could be heard.

But of course , your heart ignored all of those logical reasons. And now your main goal was to tease Welt to fuck you. You definitely knew he would decline if you just asked it yourself- you had to be sneaky , no?

Today , you wore a skirt that came up to your inner thighs. A single gust of wind , and your panties would be on display. Wearing the lewdest panties you could find , you casually exit your room and stride over to Welt’s room and knock on the door.

A couple moments later , he opens the door , all neatly dressed , looking at you. “ Good morning , [name] , ” he says. “ What’s the matter? ”

“ I wanted to check if you were up , ” you reply innocently. Fuck , he was hot. You turn around and on queue , the motion caused the skirt to lift up , revealing it to Welt’s direction. Surely , no man could restrain himself when seeing such a sight?

Well , Welt did. He sounds calm- worried , even. “ Your skirt is quite short. Aren’t you cold? You might catch a cold. ”

“ I’m fine , ” you responded , feeling frustrated. He didn’t budge a single inch! You hide your annoyance and flash a smile at him. “ Thanks for worrying about me. ”

You turn around , disappointed. You would have to come up with a second master plan.

Little did you know , Welt shut the door after you left. He exhaled heavily , the strain on his boxers being evident. You were damn bold to tease him. But he too , knew he shouldn’t fuck you.

The day after that , you tried multiple things to get him turned on. What you did was such a slut move , but it would be worth it if Welt decided to fuck your brains out.

The final straw for Welt was when you greeted him with a wet shirt that plastered onto your frame , your skin showing in between the fabric , your boobs just asking him to fuck you.

He exhaled slowly , staring at you as you innocently look up at him. You were the troublemaker. You were the reason Welt was unable to finish his works on time , although he’s always prompt. And now he knows- he’ll have to fuck you if he wanted to focus.

“ Come in , ” he tries to keep his voice steady , strained. You grin in victory and stride in.

But what caught you off guard was that you were immediately pushed onto the bed. Your eyes widen in surprise , and you saw him above you , letting out ragged breaths. His face had become a deep shade of red.

“ Darling , must you really resort to this? ” he questions you- every word between his unsteady breathing.

You smile innocently. “ If I could get you to fuck me , it would all be worth it , daddy. ”

Your last word left Welt with no choice. You could visibly see him trying to stay calm. Slowly unbuckling his belt , he reveals his long , veiny dick that’s already erect and dripping with his fluids. With one hand on your clothed nipples , he slowly rubs his tip against your entrance.

With a swift thrust that makes you cry out , he’s in. His thrusts into you are nothing but gentle , but his large dick is enough to stretch your walls and make you pained. So you whine in-between moans.

“ Does it hurt , dear? ” his soft nickname makes you weak.

“ It does , daddy. You’re too big for me. ” your half-teasing moans make his dick twitch inside of you , you feel his dick erect and he lets out a string of grunts.

“ I’ll be more gentle , then- but you have to keep quiet , they might hear us. ” he warns you , but the sentence cuts short as he pulls out , quickly covering his mouth with one hand . incoherent sounds escaping his mouth as he ejaculates his cum onto you , groaning against his hand- his sticky cream beautifully painting your inner thighs , a slim string of sticky fluid connecting his cock and your pussy.

It’s not long before you break the promise. His pretty gloved fingers curling inside of you , he fingers your pussy with such precision you couldn’t hold your moans. He knew where to hit to make you moan louder- and you’re a mess under his fingers’ control. You try to cover your moans with both of your hands , but the stimulating pleasure continued to force your hands away from your mouth.

“ What did I say about being quiet? ”

he scolds , continuing to relentlessly fuck you dumb with just his hands. You’re a moaning , whimpering mess.

“ I can’t hold it in , daddy.. I-I’m going to—! ”

Your eyes curve into lewd shapes as you release your pretty cum onto his hands , unable to control your moans. Welt sighs- what was he going to do with this little cute whore?

“ Dear , if staying quiet is such a hard task.. ” he pulls off his glove that’s sticky with his white fluids and yours , and dangles it near your face. Excitement surges into you , realizing what Welt was going to do to you if you didn’t comply.

“ .. I might have to resort to something dirty instead. Do you understand? ”

Fuck , you knew you weren’t going to stay any more quiet now.

[tumsnstuff]

hes such a cutie<3

just wanted to make something soft