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[whenyourunlabeledbutlabeled]

♡︎ 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 ♡︎

characters: sub!qiuyuan x gn!dom!reader

warnings: written before anything about character is known except for his name and design so obv it’s free balling, strap/cock traditions per usual, exhibitionism, handjob, cumming inside, hair pulling, multiple orgasm, degrading, feminization, attempt at breeding, talks of pregnancy, going with the theory that quiyuan is jianxin’s master, reader is a FREAK and is obsessed with the poor man

notes: i am a WHORE

in the temples that resides at the very top of one of the many peaks that surrounds jinzhou with its protective barrier, there is where the next masters or aspiring martial artists commune to train, share experiences or to simply rest their weary bones. young and old, experienced and brimming with thirst for adventure, many martial artists walk through the doors of the temple with open heart and clear mind. not all however, is so keen on keeping their visions clear and at their prime, choosing to tug one of the wandering masters who seldom showed their visages to the nearest room and shutting themselves inside.

it wasn’t even night nor had he bathed yet, still slick with the latest tacet discord’s blood and sweat, impure and made even more filthier as you chose to ram your cock into his half prepared hole, shutting the choked scream with a hand over his mouth. qiuyuan let out a whine into your hand, feeling the way how your dick wasn’t even all the way inside him and yet how his leg was shaking already, hands clambering to hold onto the nearest wall for support. the sweetest little noises escaping through your fingers, gasps and moans filling the empty room as you finally bottom out inside him with a pleased groan. immediately, qiuyuan was slapping at you as far as his arm could reach, scratching at your hand over his mouth while his one leg is pulled up with your hand underneath his knee.

“y-you filthy creature” qiuyuan spat out, hissing at you like some adorable angered kitty while he tried to hide his flushed cheeks with his messy hair. “this is t-the temple huuhg of jinzhou. should you wanted me ahh-haah this badly, a-at least do it someplace private!” his hoarse voice tipped off into a whine when you chose to move just a bit, nudging against his prostate sweetly, making his hands clammer up with sweat as he worries over keeping himself quiet. but even then, try as he might to keep his noises down, he could still hear the wet squelch of your cock fucking him open and how his nails scratched against the wood.

you couldn’t help but laugh quietly under your breath, seeing the ever so stoic and cold wandering swordmaster be reduced to stuttering little thing by just shoving your cock inside his hole. lone wolf, my ass, he was anything but a lone wolf with the way he keeps falling into your hands over and over despite his complaints. a bunny in heat would suit his description more with the way his hole and throat loves to swallow your cum, as if he wanted to be bred full.

“ah, but master qiuyuan” you coo out his name and title with so much sweetness that the swordsmaster felt sick. or was that because he swore he could feel your cock pushing against his guts? feeling his legs tremble and lips quiver as his poor neglected dick weeps untouched? qiuyuan didn’t know and frankly, he didn’t wanted to know.

“you’re just so cute, y’know? standing there with your arms crossed, cold eyes glaring at some poor tree while you blank out. it makes me wanna ruin you. get you all filthy and messy, maybe even fuck you ‘till you squirt”. oh how he hated how he bit back a whimper at your words, tilting his head down even further to try and hide the shame he felt from getting aroused by just your disgusting words alone. who even gave you the rights to get this touchy with him in the first place? why does he keep allowing you to do these things to him?

before the cold man could think of something to hiss back at you, you were already grabbing at his hair, holding the fluffy long ponytail tightly in your hand and pulling on it, making the swordmaster let out a cute squeal as he arched his back, body flush against the wooden walls.

“you damned bea—aang♡︎!” an uncharacteristically high pitched moan leaves his lips when you start to move, pulling out until your dildo was nearly out of his slippery hole before slamming it all the way back inside. his body, albeit bigger than yours, rattled at the force of the thrust, his hands leaving their purchase by the walls and instead choosing to hold them over his mouth. he’ll get back at you for this, definitely torment you with stricter training, but right now, qiuyuan tried his best to keep his mind in place, to prevent himself from letting out stupid noises that he knows you love to hear fall from his throat.

“you’re no fun at all, master. i wanted to catch you off guard and hear your cute noises” you whisper against his shoulder, smelling the metallic scent of the TD’s blood on his clothes. not like it was disgusting, if anything, it made you green eyed. made you thrust harder, deeper, as if jealous over the notion that the cold man you liked so much was so physically close to another beast other than yourself.

qiuyuan was sure of it, sure that you were some monster in human form, because every thrust into his lubed up hole was so forceful to the point he swore he could feel your strap carving out his insides, forcing him to get used to the size of your stupid dick, remember the shape of your cock. the cold lube that was smeared over his succulent ass created filthy plap! plap! noises every time you fucked the air out of his lungs, leaving him feeling lightheaded as he desperately tried to quieten his moans. even then, even with the way he held his hands over his mouth, bit his lip or held fabrics of his scarf over his drool covered lips, small gasps and sharp punched out whines escaped. and they seemed to motivate you, making your thrust more harder, nearly jackrabbiting constantly into his sweet spot.

“nngh—ungck.. y-you really.. do-on’t know aangh haah know to uhmmg-guck.. f-fuck! fuck fucking hell, [na-ame]♡︎” qiuyuan all but mewled, every last thoughts of indignation being fucked out of his brain every time your strap grazes his prostate, his knee that you held up jerking upon the feeling. his mind was melting away, he was sure of it. you must be using your forte, you must have poisoned his mind and his body because he was tearing up, his own untouched dick bobbing every time you thrust back into his clenching hole, rendering him speechless.

whining under his breath, shaking his head as if to try and clear his mind, he let out pathetic little noises. punched out moans and sharp gasps rising in volume as you keep his head pulled back by his long hair, fucking every thoughts out of his brain.

“ngh—no! no more! [name], we ca—ahn’t… can’t♥︎ can’t! we— aanh ahg-gahc mhh hummg♡︎” the swordmaster shook his head over and over, already babbling as if you had fucked him until his mind melted into a useless mush with sharp gasps increasing in volume. letting go of your hold on his hair, you turn your attention to his dick. still weeping like the sad little thing it was, all left alone and untouched, a cute red in the tip as if it was chocking on the amount of cum it held back.

“better keep your voice down, master” you whisper into his ear, making qiuyuan shudder with a swallowed moan. he hated how much control you had over him, over his body, how easily he folded under you like a little toy for your satisfaction. but his thoughts of hatred for you is for later time, a chocked sob escaping his throat as if he had been strangled when you touched his weeping cock, taking it in your hand and swirling your thumb constantly over the tip, occasionally rubbing down into his slip forcefully. qiuyuan damn right mewled, pushing his hips back, wanting to escape your cruel hands but fucking himself right into your strap, feeling the stupid thing up into his throat with a punched out noise.

forcing him to keep himself upright, you fuck into him with the same pace as you twist and swirl the tip of his cock. qiuyuan just all but lost it and had it not been for his growing endurance against your libido and obsession with him, he would have screamed as he creamed your fingers, cried like some untouched virgin while his drool slipped down to his chin.

legs shaking, hopping like the cute bunny you see him as, his tremors finally die down after a while, leaving you still guts deep inside him as your hand lets go of his now softening dick. the ivory colored, sickeningly sweet smelling semen drips down to the floor, no doubt would leave a stain later on, but it wasn’t in your interest. the man who was hiding his face was.

shifting him around, pulling him closer, you wrestle his bigger body to turn face towards you. pulling his legs up to wrap around your waist, his back flush against the wall, for a moment, your hand grasps his jaw to make him keep an eye contact. steely grey eyes with his pupils blown wide, you remembered how they turned into a cute heart shape with glossy tears over them when you first fucked him dumb, left him incoherent and stupid.

“hey, master qiuyuan” you call out quietly, a little bit too intimate to his liking as his cute flushed face tries to glare at you through his drool covered chin and red bitten lips. it made you grin, a look on your face that just spelled trouble for the swordmaster as he bit down his whimper at the hungry look you give him.

“how would you feel about a baby?” you whisper, leaning your face in close to his own as if about to kiss him. he would have preferred it even, inching his own handsome face closer to yours, ready to pucker his lips. but that question seemed to kick some sense into his fried brain, regaining a sense of consciousness. “what? y-you can’t be serious, i’m a ma—aAANGH♥︎!” his protest is cut short, a loud wail leaving him as you return to rearranging his guts full force. oh, how was it possible, he could feel your tip all the way up to his throat! what sort of forte would you use on him, you senseless beast? his hole would be left gaping whenever you’ll be satisfied with his body!

“you know, a cute little baby. a mix of you and me, a little one. boy or girl, i wouldn’t care. i’d just love to see ya’ waddling around, belly round and adorable” you continue with your mumbling, a dull noise to his ears as you keep your gaze on his face. so cute, this swordmaster was. blushing to his ears, grey eyes like the sword’s blade he wields rolling to the back of his skull while you thrust your cock back into his hole. clenching down around you every time you pull out as if his body subconsciously wanted that, craved to get knocked up by you. carry your seed in his womb, get all round and become yours.

“y-you caaanh’t..! aah yoo-ouw can’t haah mmgh hhngk [n-name]♡︎ n-no.. no babiesssh. n-noough aahgg haahg♡︎♡︎” his words trailed off into a senseless squeal, switching from the common tongue to what you guess is jinzhou dialect, babbling random things as the wet plaps of your thrusts meeting his ass get louder with the reach of your dick going further inside him. qiuyuan took in a loud gasp, mewling when your rough thrust fucked into his sweet spot just perfectly, tears starting to build up in his eyes from the constant pounding to his fluttering hole.

ah, he’ll cry. he’s going to cry and it will all be your fault for being so damn mean to him. have mercy on his dumb self and let his sensitive body catch a break, or else he’ll be squirting over himself like some pretty little whore for you.

qiuyuan let out another filthy mewl, too high-pitched, too breathy, too whiny, too girly when you heard footsteps outside the thin paper walls of the room, placing a hand over his drooling mouth to silence his cute noises. as much as you loved to hear him slur over his words senselessly, you’d rather not get caught and be forced to share. qiuyuan was only yours and you’ll find a way to make him yours eternally one day.

speeding up your thrusts, making up for the sloppy jackrabbiting of your hips meeting his with the roughness of your movements, you could feel qiuyuan’s hands tremble as he clutched at your arms and shoulders. a single tear falling from his eye, going slack in your hold as his dick slaps against his stomach one last time before it weakly spurted out his cum, painting the pretty scarred muscles of his stomach. you were sure he would have screamed judging by the way his legs shook around your waist when you pushed your strap into his hole one last time, muffling your own groans and moans into his neck. eagerly, his hole clenched tight around you — so tightly you nearly worried if the blood flow will stop — lapping up every drop of your cum inside himself before his shaking is replaced by gentle tremors, soft whines muffled by your hand.

pulling out after waiting for qiuyuan to stop shaking, you quickly plug him up with a butt plug, silencing his refusing sobs with a messy kiss full of spit and blood. that’ll keep him warm until you see him again later tonight, and certainly remind him of your presence. the swordmaster was already hissing at you random words of annoyance, resisting the urge to hump the air as he felt the warmth stay persistently inside his gummy walls. you were ruining him, fucking him up in both ways and more.

once the footsteps had passed by the room you two were in, you hastily clothe him up before stepping outside.

later on, you could overhear a certain monk lady worry over her master and why he was limping and all pink in the face. in response you only whistled a tune from where you swept the temple grounds, already brimming with excitement and looking forward to your midnight rendezvous. meanwhile, qiuyuan had to deal with his sweet yet overly distressed disciple. he will get you back for this.

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SENSITIVE | BOOTHILL , ANAXA , SUNDAY X M!READER

⊹ 𓂃 1.0k words : top.dom!reader + bot.sub!characters

thank you all for 100 followers! it truly means a lot to me, i didn’t really think this little project to get back into writing was gonna go anywhere. but here we are i guess, fucking fictional characters because we can. i also apologize in advance, this isn't my best writing as i'm still getting out of the flow of school, and i'm still not the best at smut... anyways enjoy making hot men moaning in writing, and we'll be back to tooth rotting fluff soon enough <3

on today's roster we have:

- boothill wireplay

- anaxa’s chest hole thingy

- sunday’s wings

BOOTHILL | WIRES

Boothill doesn’t let anyone touch his wires. But maybe you’re the exception. He doesn’t keep any of them physically visible, but he occasionally has to let you open the port on his lower back for maintenance. He always gets really squirrelly whenever you’re poking around in there– and you thought it was because he was worried you;d mess something up, but he always says he trusts you with everything. So why…?

aAAh–mmmgh–! D-darlin’, don’t touch that.

Oh. That’s why. 

That’s a place you’ve never touched, apparently. But you like how he reacted. Really like it. It wouldn’t hurt if you just… did it again? You reach back into the port, the small grooves of your fingertips brushing against the wires again. 

What, like this? 

Fuck, fuck-! Ah! 

His whole body lurches forward, trying to get away from your touch, the sensations overwhelming his circuit board. You grab a bunch of the wires and pull back, forcing him back towards you. In hindsight, it wasn’t safe in the slightest to pull at his wires like that, but that’s a problem for you in the future. His mechanical limbs creak to a stop before flying back towards you, and your arm snakes around the front of his waist, holding him in place. You hold one wire in your hand, and fidget with it, your fingers brushing up and down the insulation.

What’s wrong, cowboy? Something wrong?

Plea––mhf, hnngh- s-sensitive-!

Hm. You seem like you’re enjoying it though, no? You look so pretty like this.

His whole body goes lax at the praise, and his head drops back onto your shoulder as his eyes roll back into his head, his mouth hung open in a silent scream as you tug at the wire again.

Maybe he won’t dread maintenance day anymore.

ANAXA | VOID 

You’ve always been fascinated with your professor. Honestly, there’s a lot of parts to it, but there’s one thing that always keeps you distracted during class, keeps you up at night, hands working tirelessly under the covers. That void.

That damn fucking void.

You have no clue as to what it is, but all you know is you want to touch it. That’s probably not how you should be thinking about your professor, but it is. Anaxagoras does things to you that will (hopefully) never leave the confines of your mind, but he has a way of just knowing. He always knows. 

Excuse me, sir. But class is over, which usually entails that the students are not still here. 

Oh. Uh, shit. Sorry, professor. Just… lost in thought. 

Hm. Credit for your thoughts?

No sir.

Pardon?

It’s… not really appropriate.

As is any growing pupil’s mind.

Ah. Um, what is it? Your… um…

You stare directly at the void, almost hypnotized by its seemingly never-ending expanse inside of his chest. And what scares you is that you can swear that it stares back. What does it feel like? Is it soft? Liquidy? Would it suck you in? Spit you out? Fuck, is he getting closer? Your hand hovers over the opening, but what surprises you is that he doesn’t stop you. He doesn’t step back, doesn’t grab your wrist, doesn’t push your hand away, doesn’t even say anything. So, you reach. Your pointer finger dips into the abyss, and your gaze juts towards him as he braces himself on the edge of your desk. His head droops like a willow, and you swear you can see his pupils dilate. His breathing grows more rigid, and out of all but ecstasy, he does grab your wrist. Except, he pushes it deeper. It’s wet. Soft, pliable, shifts around and rearranges the stars around your fingers. You curl your finger, and he all but moans, his head dropping back into the air.

Oh, Aeons. Ahhh, sshit. S-sensitive.

And thus, your curiosity has been fulfilled. Although, there’s so much more you could put in there…

SUNDAY | FEATHERS

Nngh– dove, please–!

Please what, birdie?

You slide in and out of him, his folds sucking you into him as you rearrange his insides. 

Please, please, I n-need more. Dove, p-please. 

His wings tremble around him, the feathers quivering around his face, trying to hide his eyes. You pull his wings away, gentle but firm. He whimpers and tilts his head back as his back arches up for his stomach to meet yours. He surrenders, bending and tucking them back behind his ears. You rarely ever touch his wings, but you’re the only one he lets even brush against them. They’re sensitive normally, but when he’s in heat, oh fuck does he go wild when you touch them. 

Don’t hide, birdie. Let me see you. 

Please, ‘s so much, please touch them more.

Your wish is my command.

As he asked, your hands make contact with as much of his feathers as you possibly can, and his body lights up like wildfire. He cries out, and his whole body screams with him as he squirts around you. His wings quiver around his body, and it’s like a jolt of delight shoots up his spine, sending his body up towards you. He practically jumps into your arms, and his legs; already wrapped around your waist, constricts around your body like a vice. Your arms wrap around his back, and you slowly rub his back. 

Breathe birdie, breathe. ‘M right here. Take a rest.

Y-you didn’t cum though…

It doesn’t matter. I’m happy you felt good. 

I love you, dove.

I love you too, birdie.

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library session — ANAXA

anaxa x bottom male reader

requested!

a/n: i love this one i swear

you just finished helping anaxagoras with his lectures, so you decided to head to the private library for some time.

it was quiet, save for the soft creak of floorboards beneath your steps and the faint hum of the lighting crystals. rows of shelves towered over you, casting long shadows as you walked between them, fingertips brushing against worn spines and gilded edges. you loved this place. not just for the books, but because it was the one place anaxa rarely interrupted you—unless he caught you doing something you weren’t supposed to.

like now.

you had just slid open one of the glass cases, one he’d warned you about more than once, when you a hand grabbed your wrist, making you flinch.

“i thought i told you not to touch the sealed texts.”

“why not? does it hold your secret?” you teased and attempted to pull your hand back, only for it to remain there due to anaxa’s strong hold.

you turned your head around and looked up at him, a pout on your face. “hey, let go—“

you met him in the eye, staring down at you that made you felt like he was going to eat you. he hovered above you. even though there wasn’t much difference in your height.

still, made you feel nervous.

“okay… okay. fine. i won’t touch it again.” you huffed and turned away, using your other hand to pry his hand away from your wrist. “j-just let go.”

“that’s what you also said last time,” he replied, finally letting go of your hand.

you rubbed your wrist with a dramatic sigh, shooting him a sideways glance. “you really like grabbing me, huh?

anaxagoras didn’t answer. his gaze lingered on you—unreadable. then, with a soft exhale through his nose, he reached past you and slid the glass case shut with a quiet click.

“perhaps,” he said simply. "you must be quite special."

the words made your heart skip. you blinked, unsure if he was teasing or if that was just how he talked. he’d always been like this—cryptic, cool, and sometimes, impossible to read. and it only made you act out more.

you crossed your arms and leaned against the shelf. “special, huh? so does that mean i get to read the forbidden stuff if i ask nicely?”

his eyes dropped for a second. not in a crude way, but enough to make you feel suddenly bare—like he could see right through your little performance. he stepped a little closer.

“if you were capable of asking nicely,” he murmured, “you’d already have permission.”

you felt your ears go hot.

"i am nice,” you said, trying to sound indignant—but your voice came out smaller than intended. “you’re the scary one.”

“scary?” he echoed, tilting his head. “i think i’m being very patient.”

you knew he was right. anaxa has been nothing but patient to you, while you, on the other hand, did test his patience at times.

you were good most of the times, though.

before you could shoot a snarky remark, anaxa turned his heel and began walking toward the back of the library.

you blinked. “wait—what, no scolding today?”

he didn’t turn around. “follow me.”

“…why?”

“so i can distract you. since that seems to be the only way to keep you from breaking into sealed archives.”

you pouted, but followed him anyway.

you trailed behind him, watching the way his coat swayed slightly with each step, the soft hum of his boots against the wooden floor.

then, he stopped when you guys have reached the back of the library. he began to arrange the books quietly and your eyes drifted lower—to that. the strange swirling void embedded in his chest. the one you’d always noticed, but never quite asked about. or touched. or—

your fingers twitched.

“…hey, prof.”

“hm?”

you tilted your head, just a little grin curling at the edge of your lips. “what would happen if i… y’know.” you reached out and wiggled your fingers vaguely in his direction. “poked that weird space hole on your chest?”

he stopped.

you blinked when he turned slightly, casting you a side glance. he looked calm, but you swore his brow twitched.

“is it dangerous? will i get sucked in? implode? will you self-destruct like a machine in a novel?”

he didn’t answer at first. just turned fully toward you.

you reached out without thinking, finger hovering. “i mean, if i just—”

anaxa caught your wrist.

his grip wasn’t tight. just firm enough to stop you. but the way he looked down at you, eyes glowing slightly, made your heart skip a beat.

you really hate how attractive he looks up close.

“you shouldn’t just touch things…” he said, voice low.

“what does it feel like?”

“i don’t know.”

“…you don’t know?”

you blinked.

“why don’t we find out then?”

he hesitated. he seemed curious, too. you giggled, blinking up at him with a cheeky grin. you notice how his cheeks turned the faintest shade of pink before finally sighing and letting go of your hand.

you hovered your fingers over it again.

then, the moment your finger touched the edge of it—warmth. it wasn’t like skin. not quite. It felt… softer, more fluid. like dipping into water, but warmer, stickier, with a gentle pull that sent shivers up your spine.

“it’s… so warm.” you mumbled, stepping closer and pressing deeper, making his breath hitch.

it clenched around you. the warmth turned slicker, a subtle throb radiating through it.

“oh my dear,” you breathed, cheeks burning.

anaxa exhaled sharply through his nose, almost as if trying not to react. “that's enough.”

"what if i don't want to?~" you grin, continuing your ministrations inside the void. you don't even realize the face he's making—cheeks flushed, jaw clenched, eyes dark.

it felt too good on your fingers.

and the idiot you are, also wondered if it would feel good on your—

you pulled your fingers out and looked away, your entire face burning as your dirty thoughts sunk into you.

there's no way you—

did you really just thought of...

suddenly, anaxa grabbed your jaw and slammed his lips against yours, catching you off guard. you gasped, giving anaxa the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth, making you whimper.

he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned you against the nearby shelves, knocking off a few books as you tried to keep up with him.

seriously, he didn't even looked like he can manhandle you in ways and yet—

here you are, pinned against the shelves by anaxa.

he pulled away for a moment, his face still a few inches closer to yours. only then were you able to finally properly see his expression. "...has your curiosity been satisfied?"

you meekly nodded before grinning sheepishly. "so you know how to kiss, professor."

"i know how to make you feel good too."

your eyes widened at his words. you tried to say something, but words failed you as the only thing that left your mouth were stutters.

"d-didn't... know you were such a p-pervert, professor." you mumbled.

"how ironic," he grinned, leaning closer to your ear. "i was sure you were thinking of doing something else on it."

at first you were confused. then it hit you.

"you—!"

he pulled you in another kiss.

his lips moved slowly at first—almost gentle—before he deepened the kiss, tongue sweeping into your mouth like he owned it. and this time, he kissed like he meant it. like he had been waiting for a reason to stop holding back.

when he finally pulled away, a string of spit connected you both, your eyes glossy, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"you love cutting me off, don't you?"

anaxa didn't answer as his hand trailed down to your waist, then lower, fingers dancing along your inner thigh.

"you always act so shy," he murmured, letting one hand slide beneath the fabric of your clothes. "but the moment i touched you… you didn’t pull away."

your breath hitched when his palm cupped between your legs, rubbing slowly—purposefully—over the growing heat there.

"you're liking this, aren't you?"

"i-i—shut up," you whined, trying to turn your head, only for him to hold your chin firmly and tilt your gaze back to him.

“such a brat. and now?” he squeezed, making you gasp. “now you're mine to deal with.”

he lowered his fingers and unzipped your pants before dipping them beneath your waistband and pulling it down along with your underwear, letting it fall down your ankles with a soft rustle.

“here?” you whispered, voice trembling.

“why not?” he replied, smirking. “it’s my library.”

then he dropped to his knees.

he looked up at you from between your legs, his expression unreadable—but those glowing eyes shimmered with hunger. you swallowed hard, hands instinctively reaching behind to grip the shelf for support.

“i’ll be thorough,” he said, almost too calmly, like he was stating a fact. “you don’t deserve it, but you’ve clearly been asking for it.”

you barely had time to process before you felt his mouth—hot and wet—press against the base of your cock, tongue dragging upward in one slow stroke that made your knees tremble.

“p-professor—!” you gasped, head falling back.

he didn’t respond—his mouth was too full now. but he hummed lowly, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. his hands gripped your thighs, pinning you against the shelf with surprising strength, leaving you completely at his mercy.

each movement of his mouth was methodical and cruel in how slowly he built you up—just enough suction, just enough tongue, just enough control to make you squirm.

“p-please,” you whimpered, not even sure what you were begging for anymore.

he pulled back slightly, lips slick, panting softly against your twitching cock. “so sensitive,” he murmured.

you tried to say something. maybe to curse him, maybe to plead—but he cut you off by swallowing you whole again in one fluid motion. you cried out, legs nearly giving in as he began to move faster now, lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm.

books hit the floor again when you jerked back too hard, trying to brace yourself.

your breath was coming out in sharp, uneven pants now—skin flushed, eyes glassy, legs barely able to keep you upright. anaxa finally pulled away, his lips wet, a satisfied look on his face.

without another word, he wrapped a hand around your base, stroking slowly—intimately—just enough to make your knees tremble again.

“wait—what are you…?” you trailed off, throat suddenly dry.

anaxa’s gaze was steady, but there was a flush on his face. “you wanted to touch it earlier,” he said quietly. “let’s see how curious you really are.”

you swallowed hard. “i didn’t mean—like that—”

but your cock twitched at the thought, betraying you.

he noticed. of course he did.

“prof—” you whimpered.

he guided you closer until your tip brushed against the glowing void, pulling you deeper and your eyes rolled back as the sensation hit.

“oh—f-fuck—” you cried out, hips bucking forward on instinct.

the void swallowed your cock with ease—tight, pulsing. it clung to you, enveloped you in sticky, rhythmic pressure, coaxing moans from your lips.

“anaxa—please—” you begged, voice cracked and breathless. you’d sunk all the way in now, hips pressed flush against his chest, cock buried inside that maddeningly warm, slick void—and he wouldn’t let you move.

his hands were locked on your waist, holding you firmly in place. it pulsed around you again, warm, somewhat tight too, like it was trying to milk you dry without you even thrusting.

it was too much. too good.

you squirmed in his hold, trying to rock your hips just a little—only for him to tighten his grip, strong hands digging into your lower back.

“i said don’t move,” anaxa warned, his voice dark. “you wanted this, didn’t you?”

you choked on a moan. “b-but i can’t—i need to—anaxa, please—”

your cock twitched inside the void, the heat and slickness massaging it with every subtle pulse. you were panting now, hands clutching desperately at his shoulders.

“you’re so impatient,” he murmured, almost fondly. “i haven’t even prepped you yet.”

you blinked, dazed. “wha—?”

then his hand slid down, slipping between your cheeks, a finger pressing against your rim.

you gasped. “wait wait wait—!”

his finger pushed in slowly, and you cried out, your cock pulsing violently inside his chest. he continued to move his finger, massaging the walls before he inserted another one, curling it deep, hitting just the right spot.

the mix of tight heat around your cock and his fingers stroking your prostate overwhelmed you. you thighs trembled, and you collapsed against him fully, a sob breaking from your throat.

“can’t… take it—” you whimpered.

“yes, you can.” he kissed your thigh, breath hot against your skin. two fingers, now three, buried deep inside you, curling and stroking in ways that made your back arch.

you gasped, a cry torn from your throat as your body trembled, the heat in your stomach rapidly increasing, the knot forming—

“agh! anaxa—!” you whimpered. “i think i’m gonna—”

but just as your climax neared—he stopped.

he slipped your cock out of his chest. his fingers slipped out. all stimulation vanished in an instant, leaving you twitching and breathless, painfully hard and dripping.

“n-no—! why—?” you choked, hips jerking helplessly in his grip, desperate for any kind of friction. “i was so close—!”

anaxa looked up at you, eyes half-lidded and dark. “you don’t get to come from that alone.”

he shifted, rising to his feet. in one smooth motion, he lifted you by the waist and pressed your back to the bookshelf again. your legs instinctively wrapped around him, still reeling from the sudden emptiness.

“i told you,” he said, lining himself up, the thick head of his cock nudging your entrance. “you’re mine to deal with now.”

then he pushed in.

you screamed—a high, broken moan muffled by his mouth as he kissed you hard, thrusting in deep, burying himself fully in one go. the stretch burned, your hands scrambled for purchase on his shoulders as your walls clenched around him, already too sensitive, already desperate.

he gave you a minute to get used to it, savoring your taste. he groaned into your mouth, grip tightening around your hips. “so tight,” he muttered.

then, he began to slam his hips up, triggering your release and making your eyes roll back as you came with a loud moan, your cock spurting cum on your stomach. still, anaxa didn’t bother to stop.

he continued to thrust his hips u, fucking into you despite you just hitting your climax and he didn’t even slow down.

you twitched in his grip, overstimulated already, but he kept fucking into you with a maddening rhythm, the sounds between you turning wetter and messier.

“anaxa—!” you sobbed, trying to pull away, your legs trembling around his waist. “c-can’t, s’too much—!”

“yes, you can,” he rasped, hands bruising your hips as he pinned you tighter. “you’re going to take it. be good and take what I give you.”

you whimpered, dizzy, overwhelmed—your body torn between pleasure and pain, nerves on fire as he angled his hips to strike that same sweet spot inside you over and over again. every thrust sent you spiraling, overstimulated to the point all you can just do is take it and moan, not an ounce of thought but pleasure in your head.

you let out a broken moan, hands gripping at his coat helplessly as your cock twitched again.

“wait— just came—!”

“come again for me,” he hissed, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back in.

and you cry—moaning, sobbing, legs trembling so hard you couldn’t keep them wrapped around him anymore. he lifted you like nothing, carrying you toward the nearest table and laying you down, never slipping out once.

“spread them,” he ordered, voice hoarse.

your thighs obeyed before your mind could catch up. he grabbed them, holding you wide open as he began fucking into you again, deeper this time—harder. you could feel it everywhere, could feel another orgasm building.

“yes,” he growled, thrusting harder. “come again. make a mess. show me how perfect this hole is for me.”

and fuck, if you could handle anaxagoras manhandling you. him talking dirty to you with that low voice of his was a breaking point.

you screamed, body seizing up as you came a second time, eyes rolling back, back arching, lips parted in silent moans as white stained your stomach and chest again. your body was sticky at this point, but he hasn't even cum yet.

your second orgasm had left your legs twitching, mouth open in a quiet moan you didn’t even realize was still spilling out. your eyes were glassy, tears clinging to your lashes, and yet he kept going. he didn't even pause. not even when your body sagged into the table like your bones had melted.

his thrusts had slowed—but only so he could savor it. savor the way your body clenched around him involuntarily. how your body trembled. how you looked so fucked out beneath him.

“you’re shaking,” he said softly, almost amused, leaning down to kiss your damp cheek. “but you’re still hard.”

you gasped—because it was true. your cock twitched against your stomach, already leaking again, the ache unbearable but so good it made your head spin. you wanted to say something—tell him to stop, or to keep going, you weren’t even sure—but all you could do was moan when he lifted your hips and drove back into you again with a slick, obscene squelch.

the table creaked. you cried out.

he angled his hips again, slow and deep, hitting your sweet spot so perfectly that your back arched off the table, your nails scratching the wood.

your mind felt hazy, muscles trembling from overstimulation, body twitching under every drag of his cock inside you. you didn’t even register how many times you moaned his name anymore—it was just breath and heat and your legs going numb.

then he pulled out.

you whined at the loss—but before you could beg, his hand slid between your thighs, two fingers pushing inside your overstimulated hole, feeling your walls.

“a-anaxa, please,” you whimpered. “just—just do it—!”

he groaned and pulled out. he pulled your hips closer, guiding himself back into you, deeper than before—so deep it made your eyes cross. your body was stretched wide, raw and perfect around him.

the pace picked up again, merciless. he used the angle to push even deeper, and you sobbed from the pleasure. your hands reached up blindly, grasping at his jacket like you’d float away if you didn’t anchor yourself to him.

"you're perfect like this," he panted, licking a tear off your cheek. “absolutely ruined.”

you barely heard him—your third orgasm already building far too fast, your vision already spotting with black, your mouth open in moans and cries as your cock throbbed with every thrust.

then he slammed in one final time—and you broke.

you came again, violently, thighs locking around him in a desperate spasm as you screamed his name, tears streaming from your eyes. you could barely breathe. you couldn’t even move.

anaxa came too—deep inside you, with a low moan that rumbled in his chest as he pressed flush against you, hips trembling, filling you with heat you could feel.

he stayed there.

panting. holding you. letting the aftershocks run through both your bodies in silence, broken only by the dripping sounds of your mixed release and the soft creaks of the library around you.

you were still clinging to his jacket. you didn’t even realize it.

“…done now?” you whispered, voice hoarse, as your hand moved near the void on his chest once again.

he chuckled softly against your ear.

"touch it again, and see what happens."

you pulled away. "i don't know... what you're talking about."

“and don’t call me anaxa.”

“your name is too long for me to moan.”

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when ifa casually, innocently, dropped an "and that's why i like you" after you solved a dilemma in the clinic, your heart did three consecutive backflips and your mind went haywire.

it wasn't a "yeah, that makes more sense, bro." or something platonic that cacucu might've already added to his little vocabulary, so it sounded different from his usual commentaries. and of course, you notice the subtle shift of his tone and words, and of course, you alleged some kind of meaning behind those—something you hope to go beyond the platonic boundaries.

except it's april first and you're not so sure if he's riding the bandwagon or if there's genuinely an underlying thought.

"you alright, bro? you've been zoning out since we closed the clinic."

great, now his handsome face is right in front of you, at eye-level and just a kiss away!

"y-yeah." you mumble, dropping your gaze down to where your hands scamper to pretend to be occupied. then he giggles, mentally you curse him out.

"since we wrapped up early today, do you wanna grab dinner with me?"

excuse me, what?

"romantically, i'm asking you out on a date; it's not a prank. i actually do like you, and i've been—"

and so, you kiss him.

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Miscellaneous Ifa Smuts

Author's Note: Head full; too many ideas. I need Ifa right now or else I'll scream 😔

Pairings: Ifa x male reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Ifa, more detailed warnings will be listed before individual sections 🩷

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Warnings: Lap dance, dry humping, teasing

I envisioned a cute scenario: Giving Ifa a lap dance and stealing his hat while you grind on him.

You've only just begun and Ifa already looks out of breath. He's panting and smiling awkwardly, all as your body mesmerizes him. Your shirt is unbuttoned to show off your chest and stomach, the latter of which keeps drawing Ifa's attention as his eyes follow your happy trail down to your thighs and the growing bulge between them.

“Keep your eyes on me, cowboy.” you wink, casually taking the hat from his head and placing it on yourself in one smooth motion. Ifa nods, swallowing dryly. His plush thighs hold your weight securely, and his hands gently hold onto your waist.

Pretty soon, you turn this lap dance into grinding your bulges together. With your hands gripping the back of the chair, and your hips moving in tandem, you pant into each other's mouths, kissing and moaning in between every "I love you" and expletive as the room grows steamier from your actions.

At this rate, you're not sure which one of you will give in first. But you're certain that one of you is moments away from turning into a shuddering mess as they cum in their pants~

Give a bro a hand?

Warnings: Pre-relationship, handjob, flirting

Discovering that cute saurian vet hiding behind a building. Oh, but what's he doing with his hand…? 😳

“Whoa! Sorry, bro, I was just um–” Ifa jumps, immediately pulling his hand out of his pants. A guilty look crosses his face, and you instantly recognize what he was up to.

“No, please, don't let me interrupt.” you counter. His pants are still unzipped, and you almost catch a peak of his dick poking out of the top of his waistband. You must have stared for longer than you thought, because Ifa scratches the back of his neck and shyly looks at the ground, clearing his throat to cut through the tension.

You bite your lip, offering some help to your new friend. “Do you…want a hand?”

Ifa's eyes widen, but he agrees rather quickly. Within seconds you're standing in front of him, as his back is against the building wall, and you're asking if it's ok to touch him. Ifa gives you the a-okay, so you slide his pants and undergarments down just enough to expose him. His cock springs free and it's clear that this guy is already pretty worked up.

“Aah…” he moans, closing his eyes while you carefully touch his cock. There's precum gathered at the tip, which you spread around with your thumb before stroking the whole shaft.

You make eye contact, and it's a little awkward since you two only met once before, but that doesn't put an end to your little rendezvous. Ifa's at a loss over what to do with his hands — opting to hold his white jacket and shirt out of the way. He stares while you jerk him off messily, flinching when his cum shoots so far that some splatters on your face.

Ifa looks terribly guilty once he realizes it, but you simply chuckle, and he joins in soon enough. You exchange a fond stare before you snap out of it and stammer that you should get going. He agrees, clumsily tucks his dick back into his clothing, zips up his pants, and waves a quick goodbye.

Please, dear archons, don't let that be the last time you hook-up with that man…

Just talking about Ifa's dick and how much he loves dick ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Warnings: Dick HCs, masturbation, size difference, frotting, anal, bukakke, Ifa is a whore, general body hair HCs also

Let's be clear: Ifa has a short but very girthy cock. Thickness > length. And he's uncut.

I bet he looks so hot when he masturbates 😳 The way his foreskin would slide up and down his cock while he pleasures himself. UGH!! And his cock is a bit veiny too, I just know it.

This guy loves comparing dick sizes. Not to make anyone feel bad about their size though, Ifa just wants an excuse to frot with other men lol. “Oh, you say you're a big guy, huh? Well, get over here, dude. Lemme see.” and he's pulling your dick right next to his, holding both of your dicks in his hand (if he can…archons have mercy if you're so big that Ifa can't even wrap one hand around yours) and subtly stroking your lengths together.

“Bro…we're touching tips now…” he'll say, no longer paying attention to a word that comes out of your mouth. His focus is on your swelling cock and how much bigger it becomes now that you're hard. Ifa can hardly contain his excitement, but that's not a problem for you. You gladly let him indulge in this fantasy, pulling him closer by the hips as he frots your beautiful cocks together 🩷

All of that to say…Ifa has a size kink. I'm not saying he's a total slut, but if he could be surrounded by big fat cocks all day… well, he would choose that without hesitation. 😘

Big fat cocks laying on his face. Letting him feel the weight that's going to be forced down his throat soon.

Big fat cocks on all sides, dripping and ready for him to jerk them off. How many dicks can Ifa handle before he cums just from pleasing other men?

Big fat cocks rubbing over his hole, on his thighs, and literally all on his body. There are cocks rubbing against whatever they can reach while someone pounds Ifa's hole and another guy fucks his throat. Dicks rubbing against his armpits, his back, his cheeks, maybe someone's even trying to get off by rubbing their cock in his hair because that's all they can reach. All the while, Ifa is cross-eyed and shuddering as he's in cock heaven!

And once they're all satisfied they glaze Ifa in cum. Poor bro doesn't even get any in his hole, and barely any makes it into his mouth. ;(

Now, about that body hair– I desperately want Ifa to have a bush, but my brain keeps telling me that he actually wouldn't. His pubic hair is pretty thin and sparse. Honestly it looks more gray due to how little there is. It's very curly though 🤍

ARM HAIR THOUGH!!!!! Ifa has thicker arm hair and Mihoyo are cowards for not showing it on his model 😤

Attention Whore

Warnings: Recording sexual acts, masturbation, humping, anal, camboy thoughts

If you give Ifa anything with a camera and a microphone, he will record himself doing all sorts of depraved shit.

Consider yourself the luckiest guy in the world, because Ifa will constantly spoil you with audio recordings of him moaning and/or playing with himself. He'll jerk off somewhere just out of the public eye, wink at the camera, and send it to you with a cheesy caption. Think of any silly porno title and that's probably how Ifa captions them. XD

If you ask nicely, you can probably get Ifa to send you a video of him humping something too. Talk him into it by letting him know how grateful you'll be, and that you might have a present in mind for being so kind. Then reap the rewards of getting an extended cut of your boyfriend grinding his dick on your couch or whatever you asked him to hump.

You can expect to receive videos of your partner shoving things in his holes too. Sometimes he uses a dildo or his fingers — normal items. But other times Ifa gets real creative, using whatever is phallic enough to slide deep within his walls. The handle of like, a broom or something weird. Bro can't even clean the house for you without turning it into a lewd activity…

God, could you imagine how successful Ifa would be if he was a camboy? He knows exactly how to play his audience, edging everyone until the chat is begging for him to give them what they really want. Then, Ifa will not disappoint. His orgasms are to die for! His cumshots are downright cinematic! Hell, the strip teases Ifa performs are one of the hottest things on the internet!

And, with all the tips that this pretty boy receives, he makes monthly donations to different animal shelters and organizations. His viewers are such a sap for his soft side <3

Double Trouble

Warnings: Anal, double penetration, creampie, gaping

IFA IS A COCKSLUT AND WOULD BEG FOR MULTIPLE DICKS TO STRETCH HIM OUT!!!! 🗣️

Picture laying underneath Ifa, stuffing him with your dick while some other guy with a fat package slides his into Ifa's greedy hole. Ifa chokes when both of your cocks squeeze in there and push his body to its limit.

His body bounces with every sharp thrust, drawing attention to his thick cock swaying in between his legs. It's so wet already. Precum drips from Ifa's foreskin, hitting your abdomen in sticky lines.

The insane stretch is too much for the poor guy, and he collapses on top of you. But that's alright, because you simply hold him tighter and prompt the other guy to smother Ifa while he pushes his cock even further into that tight space <3

Ifa whines into the crook of your neck, begging for you to use his body for your pleasure. He can feel every twitch of your cock—every heartbeat and pulse—and it causes him to clamp down on both of your lengths. That little stunt almost makes you cum. Almost.

The other man slams into his ass unexpectedly. Ifa arches deeply, moaning, but not attempting to fight it at all. In fact, you can faintly tell that he's trying to push himself further onto your dicks! There's a wet sensation where Ifa's cock ruts against your stomach and smears precum all over you. You will definitely have to be thorough when you wipe yourselves down later…

Torturous minutes later, you and this other guy are getting close, so you ask your lover if he's ready for his reward. Ifa groans “yeeess!! Fill me, please use me as your cumdump!! <3” And, with near perfect synchronization, you flood Ifa's red and puffy hole with your cum. He lets out one long moan, and you can feel his smile against your skin.

When you finally pull out, a whole mess of cum splurts out of Ifa's gaping ass, trickling down his thighs onto your legs and the sheets. You keep one arm wrapped around his torso, and with your other hand, you intertwine your fingers with his. The other guy spreads Ifa's hole a little, admiring it as it flutters as much as it can. He then rubs Ifa's lower back affectionately, chiming in on how good he was taking your fat cocks so easily 🩷

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❝ BE MY BREEDING BITCH?! ❞ — zhongli x male reader

ꗃ Summary: After a few millennia and eons of waiting, a flower finally blooms and a cry of a mourning beast was heard. The dragon's bride finally incarnated as a human being. Zhongli had longed for his bride far too long, far too enough, now he's gonna claim him, breed him until his legs are battered up and unable to work, until he's a shaking mess.

ⓘ Warnings: porn with plot, angst, death mentioned, dragon form, monster fucking, size kink, belly bulge, mating press, manhandling, impact play, degradation, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, copious amount of cum, choking, dirty talk, mpreg, dacryphilia, dumbification, fingering, missionary, dick riding, double penetration, body worship, not proofread.

The dawn embraced the grass pasture, the dimly lights of the city slowly awakening. The sun was in no doubt rising, gracing the land of Liyue and it's water with it's warmth.

He remembered every single crooks and corners of the land he once ruled over, he once protected with his dignity and might. The Morax that they once knew was dead, as he should be. After a massive flood swept throughout the land years ago, Zhongli himself was forced to move his people to the south of Mt. Tianheng and established Liyue Harbor, The place that he was living now.

He should be in peace now but his heart continued to beat for another, his broken piece is yet to be found.

He watched quietly at the balcony of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor where he currently reside on, He observe as he brought down the porcelain cup down at the table, his long silky strands let loose, swaying gently within the wind he knew to himself that he longed for it, he longed for those meticulous fingers gliding through his hair swiftly, he longed for you. It always have been you after all.

Zhongli's eyes felt hot as he felt tears rolling down his cheeks, It was unlikely of him but he did. He remembered it dearly oh he did..

He remembered how you handled him so gently as if he was the most precious thing, the way you called his name with such glee yet with grace, the way that you'd do your things with such keen on it, nobody did it like you did, even after ages not single mortal has ever compared to you.

The curve of your smile haunting his mind like a plague, The crescent like shape that your eyelids made whenever you laugh at his sentiments, the kisses fleeted on his scars, your gentle eyes spoke to him, Zhongli etched the every fiber of your being into his memory, carved your name into his heart.

“ Morax, would you be a dear and gaze beneath the stars with me? ”

“ Why do you want to do such inconspicuous matter and with me at that? ”

“ Why not..? ”

His breath ragged harshly as he felt his chest tightened, he dreamt of it every single night, it was a nightmare, the lifeless look in your eyes and your boneless actions, it was putrid.

He felt his body shutting down, cradling your frigid body with his bloodied hands, trembling as he sobbed, he can't accept your death, the guilt eating his heart out, he's crestfallen.

You were slain, your lungs faltered with your blood seeping through his land, the land that he built with you, the land that he built for you. He remained breathing while you withered, His flower, His beloved.

“ My flower.. why didn't you run? Why have you stayed? ”

“ Forgive me, but we simply can't be together at this circumstances..but I pray that we meet again, even in another time..”

You croaked bringing your hand to his cheek caressing it with such care, tears brimming as you felt blood at your throat, you heard his broken sobs, It's the last thing that you've ever heard as the void embraced you with gentleness.

“ Oh my precious little flower, you left too soon, I wasn't done loving you yet.. ”

You jolted, waking up from your eternal slumber, your bleary eyes focusing, sunlight kissing your face warmly, you brought your palms to smack your cheeks, you felt the sting, as you felt your body, you're warm, you're alive! your eyes widened, rushing to a nearby body of water looking at your reflection.

Your appearance remained the same, the same curve of your smile, the same gleam in your eyes, the yearning memories in the depths of your heart still fresh and beating. The cold wind hit your face gently as if an old friend is welcoming you back, you then look around.

" Where in the archons..am I? "

You wondered, puzzled even as you tried to remember, as far as you remembered you were murdered in cold blood, a man cradling your frigid body, sobbing as he trembled... wait. Morax?!

You then abruptly stood up, unaware of your weakened legs, wobbling in the lack of action, but you didn't dwell on that, your mind only focusing on finding him immediately, longing for his touch. Searching as you find illuminating lights in a distance, your eyes softened and realized, it's your old home. Liyue and it's waters is still mesmerizing as ever. Without a doubt you started walking towards the city.

Zhongli wandered around the bustling streets of Liyue harbor, basking against the forgiving sun, the people greeted him as the usual, until he halted, he felt his heart pounding, the rush of blood, the coiling knot in his core, the heat surging through his system like poison, an awakening contract whispered within him like a siren, the only contract that he didn't get rid of is your contract, he spoke with the cryo archon about it as they settled with an agreement, to fulfill the contract, Zhongli needed to claim you, he needed to take you as you and him would be bound forever. His eyes almost tearing up, you were alive, he couldn't ask for anything more.

Zhongli felt the heat embraced him, he needed you right now, he missed your laughters, your breathy response to his long kisses, the expression you make as he pleasures you, he need to feel you, to lick and suck the every orifice in your body, he needed to plunge it in deeply so you wouldn't escape him, after all, you're his darling bride, his precious flower.

He then searched the every shadow of you, the scent of you, his burning desire already seeping inside of him.

It is not a surprise that you got lost in the sea of people within the city, the astir and boisterous city was alive as you, the population has certainly increased as far as you remember, you breathe and reminisced, the old bonds that you made with the people now long gone, not a single face that you can recognized, you watched as children brushed past you, their innocent laughters ranged as they chase each other around, your eyes softened then concluded that's it is better like this than the war, so much better. You continued to wandered around, hearing people jest and gossiping, until you heard.

" Have you heard? Rex Lapis has been assassinated! "

" Where did you even hear that? Stop spouting nonsense.."

Your stomach dropped, as it churned, eyes widening, you felt your eyes filled with tears all over again, a strangled gasp escaped your mouth, you felt your heart shattered in millions of pieces, is this what he felt when I died?

You ran, pushing everyone away, stumbling for all they care, you were in pain, you tried to wipe your tears dry but failed to as it kept on coming out, you continued to ran to give yourself some time to think, away from crowd until your body collided with some, the impact itself making you fall back, until you didn't, you felt pair of warm hands snaking around your hips, arms securing you. your eyes widened at the sight.

" Oh, my sweet little flower, who made you shed tears like this? "

Zhongli cooed as if consoling a weeping child, lifting you up to his waist, straddling him, he then bring his other hand to wipe the excess tears rolling down your cheek with such care, as you leaned into it, craving for more, starved even, burying your head into his shoulders, inhaling his scent, cuddling him. Zhongli merely stared at your actions and he realized why were you crying.

" I'm guessing that you've heard of my death, isn't that it, my beloved? "

You perked up at his question, nodding after, you finally spoke.

" Why did you do it.. Morax? "

Zhongli caressed the back of your head, tenderly, as he explained his decisions while you were in your eternal slumber.

" I do not go by the name as Morax nor Rex Lapis now, my dearest, I address myself by the name Zhongli as I am no longer serving as the Archon but I assure you that I've retained my power within me. "

" But why did you do so..? "

" I wanted to see for myself that the nation we built together could still live and thrive independently even without my guidance, perhaps I needed a break from the burden of my governance and ruling. "

You listened carefully, as you thought that you've missed hearing your lover's steady and clear voice even whenever he's lecturing you, staring at him with those eyes then abruptly speaking.

" I've missed you so much, y'know? "

" Oh, darling.. you don't need to remind me, there's not a single time that I didn't long for you. "

" So this is the place that you're living? It looks very pleasant. "

You spoke with such adoration looking around his spacious room, as you gently rummaged Zhongli's things such as the books in his shelf, smiling warmly back to Zhongli who's removing his coat, hanging it on the rack, his mind completely thinking only of one thing, his voice dripped like honey, eyes in haze.

" I appreciate the sentiment, my beloved. But enough of that.. I'm afraid that you've completely forgot about our arrangement, the commitment that we made eons ago. "

You perked up looking back at Zhongli who's walking toward you, putting back the random book that you picked out back to it's place, you pondered as you try to remember the contract, then in a snap, a surge of heat rushed inside of you, hitting you into the core, you felt your body burned, you sweat as you held onto Zhongli with your dear life, as your legs trembled.

" W-what..? But I don't remember.."

" Oh, do not worry, I'll just need to remind you again, yes? "

Zhongli grumbled as one of his hand grips your hip, tightly, his golden-brown colored scales glimmered against the moonlight, his gaze hot as molten lava, you felt your body trembling, feeling his long and thick fingers pushing it in and out of your sopping hole, winking back at him. ‎

‎You can only whimper and drool as you gripped the sheets tightly, his towering built of a body shadowed over you, the curve of his horns adoring his features once more. ‎

‎“ That’s it, you’re doing so good for me, angel.” ‎

You’ve always adored his hands, how taintless they are with his knuckles tight on his skin, the way it glistened especially when it’s poking and prodding your tight fucking hole. ‎

‎You adored the way how his body was forged, the way he towered over your small figure, the every muscle, every crevices, his scars, the every fiber of his being, you leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose. mwah— ‎ ‎

“ You're awfully sweet today, do you perhaps want something from me? Would you care to tell me? ” ‎ ‎ ‎

Without even waiting for your response, he then grab the both of your legs up to your shoulders, folding you in half, holding you down onto the bed, your breath hitched, your eyes widening when you saw his elongated pink tongue delved deeply into your gummy walls. ‎ ‎

His frothy spit dripping down on the globe of your ass, you panicked as you tried to pull on his hair, you cried but he merely dismissed your thrashing, as he continued to lick and suck, gripping the soft of your thighs tightly, his long nails digging onto it, you can't help but to lolled your tongue out, stimulating your stomach.

‎ ‎“ Please— nghhh! t-too much..! ” ‎ ‎

You blurt out, the burning in your tummy resonates from your core throughout your limbs, legs shaky and mind hazy as he slobbers all over you, It’s so sloppy, creamy and after only a few strokes of his tongue, it’s already enough to send you into your orgasm of the night, your body trembled uncontrollably, you whimpered and writhe, your cock dribbling thick and smooth loads of cum. ‎ ‎

Through your bleary peripherals, you stared at Zhongli's features, he's so beautiful..his fangs poking out his glistening lips, he was gentle but his tongue prodding deeply inside were mean, as he lick up and down your shaft, sucking it clean and shiny. ‎ ‎

You felt him maneuvering you as you let out a shrilling shriek once you felt his bulging tip poke its away around the rim of your slobbering boy-cunt. ‎‎He reached each and every spot, grinding in desperation, pinpointing every slick dribbling orifice and you saw the copious amount of precum at his slit, making a creamy ring around your rim, you stared at him again only to see him staring at you intently with his tongue poking out slightly on the side of his lips. ‎ ‎

You felt your body stiffening as you felt it, the second one, prodding at your tailbone, Zhongli's second cock, you can feel it pulsating, the crown of his cock.

‎“ Do you feel it— my darling..? this two is going to fuck that hole. ”

‎ ‎You nodded and felt yourself drooled as a puddle of drool trailed down the corners of your lips, Zhongli once grabs your throat, squeezing it, staring at your form. ‎

‎Fuck. He misses you, so much. ‎ ‎Your gentle laughters, your smile, the serenity in your eyes. . . The way you frown when he dismisses your simple request, your hands, so warm and gentle as they glide through his long strands of hair.

Your throat, bruised and secured around his grip, your dumb brain already fogged up and it's just his tip in, barely even there. ‎ ‎

Zhongli felt his instinct puncturing his remaining self control, the need to breed your hole, he wanted to impregnate you. Right now. Right there. ‎

‎ ‎Breed, breed, breed! ‎

‎“ Ready baby? be a dear and hold still for me.. mmhm— ”

‎‎Zhongli breathe in harsh air, his slipping and thrusting his cock upwards, deeply, hitting your prostate directly, you barely processed anything yet until he pulled out again only to pound it harshly back, making a bulge in your tummy, it's head poking you let out a guttural moan, tearing up by the satiating pleasure.

‎ ‎“ Haah...Uunngh.. Aaah.. ” ‎ ‎

Once Zhongli starts to thoroughly stuff each individual thrust against inside your raw hole, you threw your head back choking in your own saliva and ecstasy, arching your back with such curve. ‎

‎ ‎Zhongli held your lower thighs down to your hips not letting you escape, Zhongli’s ruthless hip snapping in and out, driving such sharp hips into you with little to no mercy and you only craved for more and more. ‎ ‎

“ Nghhh— more, more, Uughh, more please! ” ‎ ‎

You begged and moaned, getting intoxicated from the vicious sharp pounds of his thick and long cock. ‎

‎Plap, Plap, Plap! ‎ ‎

Once his bulbous tip kissed its way to your prostate back and forth, though, your eyes deliciously rolled in the back of your head. ‎

‎“ Nghh— Zhongli, r-right the-” ‎ ‎

“ Yeah, Here baby? ” ‎ ‎

He replied with his heavy breathing, cutting off your tone by placing a finger to rub the bulge in your tummy, as you trembled at his touch, moaning as he press it down, as you let out a strangled cry tears run down your cheeks, trying to remove his fingers away only for him to tease you even harder. ‎

Fwop, Fwop, Fwop!

‎He listened to the delicious obscene sounds as pounds into your creamy hole, trying to loosened the tight rim of your ass. you’re so destroyed that your boy-pussy is frothing fat globs of cum on his length, creating hot sticky and milky cum that kept oozing out your raw hole from so much cumming, you only lay defenseless as the man on top of you, pounded you for hours, your back and legs was now cramping and sore from so much friction. ‎ ‎

‎Zhongli sensing your discomfort he once again caressed the mound of your thighs, slipping his arms up your back lifting you up to his chest, your head lulling down to his broad shoulder, Zhongli then rested his head against the frame of his mahogany headboard, balancing you by holding your hips as he settled you down on top of his stomach, His body slowly lowering down to the mattress, looking up to you with a sly expression.‎

“ Ride me, please, pretty baby? ” ‎ ‎

‎Zhongli cooed at you, his voice dripping with honey, his eyes glimmering with a knowing glint, the illuminating light on his room, making a halo effect, your shadow over him, looking down at him adorably, you thought as you gripped onto his toned and firm stomach for support. ‎ ‎ ‎

You mustered all of your remaining strength as you lift your body, reaching back to grab his hard pulsing cock, still wet and dribbling slick and creamy cum, slowly pushing it inside your sopping hole, eager for more, Zhongli merely stared at your heavenly figure as he was amused at your pathetic attempt of pleasuring him. ‎ ‎

Without a thought, you tried to slam yourself back only to slip half way in, choking a sob, it's so fucking big— you almost lose your balance as you held support latching on Zhongli's chest, leaning at him, directly staring at his adoring irises as you felt his strong arms, snaking up your waist and up your back, securing you.

‎You push yourself back as you thought. No you need to please him, you need to at least give him a little pleasure. You started to move again, this time you finally slammed it in, Your eyes rolled back as it directly hit your prostate head on, your feeble attempt of bouncing up and down on his cock is so cute. ‎

‎“ Nghhh— ” ‎

‎Zhongli couldn't help himself but to thrust up, only to make a bulge into your tummy once again, gripping your hips ever so tightly to hold you down, his hot load seeping in deeply inside you again, his baby batter painting your insides so fucking good.

‎‎“ Yes, bounce on it... yes— up and down like that. You dirty slut. ” ‎ ‎

Zhongli leaned in as he whispered into your ears, his voice sending shivers down your spine as you felt your orgasm once again, your mind completely fucked, you couldn't think a single thing at this point, incoherent noises is all you can respond, as harsh and brutal thrust kept bullying your inside, rearranging it. ‎ ‎

“ Are you in for two this time, darling? ” ‎ ‎

You didn't understand but you still nodded completely unaware of what storm it is. ‎ ‎Zhongli held you once again as he held you down into a mating press onto the mattress as you sink in, You puzzled as you felt something, two.

The heads of his hard cocks started prodding in your glistening rim, your eyes widened as it punctured the air out of your lungs, It slid in, the two of it, it's delicious ridges hitting every spot, you felt your body shuddered from the sheer impact as you trembled uncontrollably all over again, you reached for his rippling biceps who's holding you down so hard, trying to tell him to slow down. ‎ ‎

“ Z-zhongli— Nghh... please slo—! ‎ ‎

‎“ Uugh..keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, all i wanna hear how delicious it sounds, the way my hole sounds like when I fuck it so hard.. Ngh— this hole is mine after all.. ” ‎

‎Zhongli merely spoke with you with such tone, whimpering, spreading your legs wider, as he thrusted in, drilling your insides sooo— deep, He let out whimper as he fucked your hole in a brutal pace not caring whatever you say at this point, he needed to breed you and your thighs struggled to stay open and you were sure—just one more single hard thrust and you’d probably break into pieces, it would sent you into a blackout. ‎

“ Keep them spread out, you dumb boy. ” ‎ ‎

‎Zhongli spoke almost irritated, holding both of your thighs, you felt his cocks, the one bulging into your tummy as the other one kisses your prostate. ‎ ‎You cried as you let out the sweetest whines, his bulbous tips scrapes its way through your gummy walls, the ridges stimulating you even more.

‎“ F-fuuck! Too much.. Too much—! Mmmghhh..! ” ‎ ‎

You eyes widened as you felt his knot, the double knot expanding in your insides, you let out a choked sobs, drool drips down your lips once more, tears and snot covered and painted your face ever so hauntingly breathtaking,‎ ‎nn orgasm shook you to your core, as your cock sprayed up hot cum upwards, shooting it in zhongli's face, as he licked some of it.

‎“ Uughh— so much cum... Too much.. ” ‎ ‎ ‎

“ The night is still young, my beloved..” ‎ ‎

‎Zhongli merely let out a crazed smile, as he press down the small bump in your stomach, leaning down to kissed you sloppily, up to your forehead.

Hi, Thank you so much for all of the support! this is my first time writing a fic here in tumblr, please be kind to me, and this is not proofread so forgive me for the typos and bad grammar as english is not my first language. ( part 2? 👀)

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fem zhongli in rut headcanons…

cw: dom fem zhongli, double cocks, breeding, egg laying/oviposition, minor lactation kink, slight slight yandere at the end, reader afab gn

fem zhongli with her two dragon cocks and heavy breasts bouncing as she rocks into you with no mercy. each hard thrust against your weak spot has you moaning and whining under her.

she tells you to start sucking on her breasts to get the milk out because it’s “dragon breeding season” and it’s uncomfortable to store the same milk inside her for longer than a few days.

during this “breeding season” she has the urge to fuck you until you can’t walk the next day. even if your legs weren’t numb from the night before, you’d be too heavy to get yourself out of bed; she filled you with a clutch of eggs that caused the skin of your stomach to distend. like you were really pregnant. of course, the eggs weren’t fertile, as ms. zhongli made sure to drink a certain adeptus concoction before the rut.

but the current zhongli’s mind was clouded, and she only knows to breed. you can still feel the loads of her cum sloshing inside you, prevented from leaking out of your hole courtesy of ms. zhongli’s custom geo plug.

you don’t know how much more you can take. you’re worn out. every other hour of the day, you’re bent over the kitchen counters, at the dining table, while you’re sat on her lap trying to do work.

and when its time to lay the eggs, she accompanies you to the bathtub, sitting you down on the cold ceramic. lovingly, she praises you while you manage to squeeze out egg after egg onto the towel under you. she holds your hand as she watches your pussy push and convulse around hard eggshells, cum and clear slick exiting alongside them. she watches your sweaty face, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, and can’t wait to do it all over again.

maybe next cycle, she wouldn’t take the potion. maybe she would really get your pregnant. maybe you could have a real family. maybe she would lock you up deep in guyun stone forest so you couldn’t tempt any other creature. maybe you could become her own personal breeding toy, made for cum and babies.

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Do you do Mydei? He is so pretty I love him so much. He is such a malewife. So I was thinking feminization, crossdress, and I want to spoil him like a princess he is. Imagine this buff guy in a cute lingerie rawrawrawr

‘Unpleasant experience’

short draft

Mydei was the god of war, one who can provoke victory and win. He has won many wars, even if he was the one who started it all. He is fearsome, even if his people cheer his name as he victors all battles. His name is spoken with praise and respect. He is surely not one to be made a fool of.

…

So why is he standing right before you, not wearing his armor, rather laced lingerie?

“Is this what takes to please you?” He asked, his arms resting beside those adoring hips of his, hips made for your cock, hips to birth out your offsprings. You were practically drooling at the sight. His question fading into your empty mind, all you could was stare at how his pecs were fat and not even covered by the bra, but it was perfect. It’s red lace tight, only hiding his perked nipples.

You cleared your throat, catching a glimpse of his packed crotch, seeing the massive bulge and small stain of pre damping the cloth. “Red suits you.” You whispered, standing up from your previous seating, walking close to your prince.

…You do remember telling him about wearing stuff like this, and even buying it, but always getting declined.

—“Look Mydei! Could you please wear these for me? They’re definitely your style!” You pestered, holding a bag out to him, the materials covered in a black plastic.

Mydei looked at you with a quirked brow and slight scowl, only for him to take the bag. You sat on the edge of your shared bed, waiting for Mydeimos to come out of the bathroom, before hearing an annoyed grunt.

You felt the thin clothing hit your face like a slap. “You really think I’ll wear this, nonsense?!” He practically shouted, seeing a glance of the red tips of his ears as he closed the door to change again.

In the bathroom, Mydeimos could only pinch his nose bridge in annoyance, giving a grunt at the frustration. His face was blushing red, and so were his ears. He stood in front of the mirror, naked, imagining himself with that black laced two piece of clothing.

Pretty lace covering his body, maybe he’d look good with it? Surely only for your eyes it’d be fine.

No, Mydei can’t afford to ruin his image. Not for a puny mortal like you.

So then, why is his erection leaking with pre, twitching at the thought of wearing lace for your eyes?

Mydeimos scoffed before changing into his normal attire.

You’ve given Mydeimos several sets of lingerie, some pink, ranging to red, black, and even white. All those, Mydei would only scoff before snatching the bag from your grasp, presumably thinking he’d have thrown them out due to him returning with his normal wear on. Not long before you stopped giving him suggestions, your mind left to wander on what he did to the expensive items you gifted him.

Mydei would only keep to himself as he’d wear the sets in private, admiring himself in the mirror, only continuously wearing the red one. Sometimes, he’d imagine you fucking him like this,

And thankfully, that time has come.

—“Mydei… you kept them?” You asked, your hands rubbing his waist up and down repeatedly. Mydei scoffed, rolling his eyes in irritation. His arms loosely wrapped themselves around your neck, his beautiful irises staring at you with a slight glare. “This’ll only happen once a blood moon.” He mumbled, seemingly teasing you.

You shook your head, giving a small chuckle. You hummed and kissed his cheek, becoming closer together, chest to chest. “Thank you for doing this for me.” You mumbled, taking his lips as you both kissed, yours being gentle, however Mydei’s being slightly desperate and rough.

Once in a blood moon? Better make sure that happens frequently…

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Husband Ajax HCs

Husband!Ajax who proposed during a sparring match. Yes, you read that right — Ajax asked you to marry him while his nose bled all over the ground and your weapons clashed; causing literal sparks to fly between yourselves.

Husband!Ajax who's ecstatic when you agree to visit his family after your engagement. You've been over there plenty of times when you two were friends, and after you started dating, but this is a pretty big milestone.

Husband!Ajax who never really leaves the "honeymoon phase" of your relationship. Every second spent by your side feels just as special as the last.

Husband!Ajax whose love language is spending time with you, buying take-out and spending the night at your place, and being affectionate with you.

Husband!Ajax who smiles so brightly when you surprise him with your cooking. Especially if you learn some recipes from his homeland, or ones that his mother makes.

Husband!Ajax who will gladly hold you and listen whenever you're feeling upset. And when you do the same for him, Ajax may just cry harder when you treat him this gently.

Husband!Ajax (in modern times) who definitely has a picture of you as his phone wallpaper. And several candid shots of you laughing or smiling that he treasures and looks at whenever he needs a pick-me-up.

Husband!Ajax who's such a family oriented man — he cries and pleads for you to knock him up. His torso is pressed against the mattress, hips held up by your tight grip as Ajax takes the pounding of a lifetime, begging to have your babies.

Husband!Ajax who has mad stamina… sometimes it's hard to keep up with, but he's so sweet and will happily accommodate you when you need a break.

Husband!Ajax who adores when you get feisty and manhandle him. Treat him like a ragdoll during sex, and he may cum so hard that his entire being just…short circuits.

Husband!Ajax who's so loud during anything related to sex. So loud… Ajax is loud when you're making out, when you're giving him a blowjob/handjob, when he's giving you a blowjob/handjob, when you're softly fucking him, when you're bruising his prostate, when you're making romantic love to him. He's just excited and can't hold in the noises that you wring out of him~

Husband!Ajax who welcomes toys into your sex life — because you're too good at finding the things that squeeze out all of his best reactions. Vibrators are his favourite, even though you always make him cum in his pants while he's working/in the middle of combat (not that the latter is a difficult task…)

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there are several occasions which could trigger mydei's 'mothering' tendencies.

when you're sick or in low spirits, he's always one of the first few who notices. over time, you've witnessed him evolving from how he fumbled with his words, to him being able to honestly express his concern ー which, most of the time, would be done by hugs, cuddles, pats, or even kisses.

when you miss a meal, he acts as if the black tide has encroached your home. nothing can stop him from wielding the cooking utensils as his armor as he prepared you a feast. he watches with intense focus, like a commander watching the tide of battle, as you eat in front of him, making sure you're actually full before leaving the table.

but it shows most when you're all boneless from the rigorous sheets-ruining, mind-shattering, potentially-bed-breaking, exclusive bonding activity in your shared bed.

"here, i brought you some water. i don't want your throat to hurt in the morning. would you like some grapes if you feel too weak? ... what? you want apples instead?" a pause, a sigh, and he's back on his feet, ".... i'll be right back."

his back muscles ripple as he stands up and rolls his shoulder. you momentarily stare at that specific arm vein and the glisten of sweat that just seemed to make his godly body even more ethereal. hypnotized, your eyes follow the pathway of his tattoos, down the dip of his back, the curve of his rear, the snatched glutes, the now-limpー

mydeimos stops by the doorway to glance over his shoulder, eyes narrowing as he pointed towards yourself, a slight pink on his cheeks.

"... stop staring and drink your water."

oops.

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hai! how does mydei react when reader gets hurt and tells him its not deep? 🤞🏻

lean on me (mydeimos x reader)

note; HI ANON!!! thank you for your request hehe <33 this is an interesting take,, let's move on to something lighter now shall we 🥹 i definitely needed this after writing angst so thank youuu >w<

masterlist. (check in profile if requests are open!)

cw; mentions of reader being hurt, wounds

i feel like if you were to fight alongside with mydei long enough, he would grow to trust you more. but getting there was a process.

you're not immortal - he is. and each injury you get means there's no turning back. it either heals completely or it leaves a scar behind. scars absolutely do not matter to him but it's the warnings he gave you beforehand.

oh but when you tell him it's 'not that deep'? mmm no he's not buying that.

the first few times it happened, he wanted to rush over to you when he heard a pained groan from you, but you managed to convince him when you swung your weapon towards the enemy.

which you THOUGHT he bought it - war is over, you're back in okhema, in the infirmary and he's dashing. the crown prince is full speed ahead towards you.

yes, i do see him scolding you too. something along the lines of:

"i told you to be careful! what part of 'careful' did you not get?"

"i know i should've let you stay back in okhema. you've still not recovered from your previous injury, have you?"

"what did i tell you about charging headfirst? we kremnoans make sure to observe. watch the enemy with intent before we charge!!"

"what happened to being around my field of vision?"

"mydei, you said a lot of the things but you certainly did not say that."

you watched as his ears go red because he probably said it in his mind.

"besides, it's not that deep," you reassured him, only to have him feel something snap inside of him.

"excuse m- did i hear that right? this- " he pointed towards the very - and most definitely - deep wound in your arm. "this isn't deep?!"

you ended up chewing your lip, embracing the rising tension in the air as he waited for you to get bandaged up by hyacine.

the sun was setting, the bustling streets of okhema were now growing quieter and the two of you walked home (hand in hand, he needs it) in complete silence. not until he decides to break it.

"you say it's 'not that deep', and yet you held my hand the entire time you were getting patched up."

whipping your head towards him, you felt your face growing hotter.

"i just needed support! from my partner! what, holding your hand's wrong?"

"oh! support just for your injuries, i suppose?!"

"mydeimos!" you stopped dead in your tracks, baffled at his words. "what in- what are you even talking about?"

he took a few steps ahead of you before he sighed, shoulders slumping.

".....lean on me when you can, y/n," he continued eventually, slowly turning to face you, just inches apart from each other. "not just when you tend to your wounds. be it on the battlefield, down to the troubles you face."

walking up towards you, he clasped his hands in yours and brought them towards his chest.

"tell me when, or where it hurts. stop shying away, stop hiding things from me. when i made a promise to be with you in every waking second, i meant it within every inch of my heart and soul."

mydeimos will never admit it, but it should be true that kremnoans have romance coursing through their body like their lives depend on it.

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𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 did we marry him? | amphoreus men x gender neutral reader

💌 — ; yes, you did. what happens when amphoreus men meet your younger self :)?

love mail — lalaaaa quick prompt!! slow buildup till i can write back to normal again ヽ(o´3`o)ﾉ

anaxagoras can't help but find your younger self the cutest little thing. you watch as he squishes and pulls at mini-you's face, hearing him chuckle at how they whine and squirm. "so you've always hated it, noted."

even if mini-you tries to hide it, they're relishing in the attention. it wasn't often that they were treated in a way that was so.. full of care, even if it was teasing. all of a sudden, they turned their attention to you. "hey, did we ever end up marrying him?"

"...who?" the question made you confused, there weren't many candidates for a crush during your youth.

"the kind boy we met in the town!" oh, wait.

your actual husbands interest is piqued. "can you describe him to us, dove?"

his smile turns just a little bit wider at the sound of you groaning behind him. "he has green hair! the most prettiest eyes and— hey, you and him are kind of alike, mister!"

"oh, really?" the most tender kiss is pressed on your mini-me's forehead. "then i'm honored to tell you that you sure did."

mydei's been having the best day of his life. currently, he's been carrying mini-you on his shoulders and ran around a field. all while while you watched nearby, smiling at the sight. when your fiancé returns, the reason for all of your embarrassing childhood memories runs up to you excitedly. "i've been wanting to ask, did we end up marrying him?"

the man you were quite literally about to be wed to, raises a brow at the question. "who could it be, sweetpea?"

"the boy i saw walk out of the river! he was kind of scary looking.. but he was super cool! there were these cool red lines all over him, kind of like this guy!"

the irony of pointing right at mydei is a little funny. and your husband can't help himself from the biggest smile you've ever seen from him. "oh, really? just like me? tell me what else you think abo— ouch!"

the elbow to his stomach was not unwarranted, but you smile at your younger self and pat their head. "yeah, we unfortunately will. but if i were you, run the other way when he starts approach—"

mydei's strong arms were then wrapped around you, lifting you into the air, then followed by a peal of laughter. "hey, don't start trying to get away from me now! you're all mine, even from day one!"

phainon is just in awe. mini-you seemed so shy, hiding behind you as they hold your hand, peeking at him with a nervous look. "i can barely believe it! you, were a shy kid?" he laughs, crouching down to their level as you sigh. "more or less. crowds were overwhelming, and aeon's forbid you throw a kid in a classroom of despair and agony." "you describe kindergarden like it's purgatory..."

though while your boyfriend is sent on a mission (buy icecream), your attention is brought to mini-you. "phainon's gone now. just can't believe it's him, hm?"

the reason for their shyness wasn't entirely because there was a 'stranger' infront of them, rather it was because the boy from the other class was now taller and much—much more handsome. "wow.. and you and him get together? that's so cool! but.. did we ever end up marrying him? like i hoped?"

and when phainon comes back with the biggest smile on his face, totally failing to hide probably one of the biggest cups of icecream behind him, you only laugh at the question. "soon. he just has to ask, and i'd say yes in a heartbeat."

that thought is further solidified, as phainon tries his best to seem friendly to your little self. just as he was when you two were kids, winning your heart all over again.

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

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Hiii, if it's not too much trouble, could I ask for something with the Amphoreus men? One where someone is impersonating their s/o to cause trouble and the men find out?

Hope you have a nice day, and thank you for your time.

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 copycat ? | amphoreus men x gender neutral reader

💌 — ; someones been trying to start trouble with your face and claims to be your name, what will your husband do to fix the issue at hand?

love mail — THIS TOOK ME FOREVER TO GET TO OMG IM SORRY (´＿｀。)ﾞ .... im back on the requests grind !! huzzah !! thank you annonie, sending love !

anaxagoras catches the problem before it spreads. some random man hires an actor that looks like you, trying to spread some sort of idea that you were cheating on him and break off the relationship. the reason why is unknown—but he doesn't like the possibility of someone going so far just cause they're into you.

but even if he wasn't aware of this stupid shenanigan, and wasnt in the middle of pulling out his gun while approaching, anaxa's quite offended that they think that the fake ring on the actors finger looks anything like yours. he picked the finest gem, and the most beautiful color of your favorite metal.. the stupid, generic wedding ring pisses him off. you deserve something greater than that.

and the failure to nail your sense of fashion? you'd never wear a top like that. and aeon forbid the colors are off too—they clearly want you on such a surface level desire but anaxa knows you better than his own soul.

therefore he knows that you would never cheat.

threatens to blow their head off for their idiocracy and audacity, do NOT fuck with the professor

mydei's been hearing about some troublemaker dressing up and starting fights. usually it would disinterest him, or think of it as a new challenger, but when the rumors revealed for it to be 'you'. he was skeptical.

for one—even as a skilled fighter—you weren't violent. you didn't go around looking to start some sort of conflict, you were a protector, verbatim opposite of what these lies make you out to be.

and so before anything could dare reach your ears, theres a sudden announcement of a fight on amphoreus grounds.

is mydei inherently violent? no.. but the way he holds your impersonator by the neck, declaring what happens to those who try and pick on the powerless, that there were consequences to cruelty and abuse of greater power—can send off a different message.

you tell him that how he held the person by the neck was hot..... makes a joke that he'll try that move on you next

now whoever is impersonating phainon's lover is brave, trying to flirt with him despite the fact he can clearly see that they're nothing like you. case in point, too flirty. you always preferred for him to take the lead, have him chase after you and pretend you don't like it. even if you're all flirty and giggly while he does it.

siiiiiigh. he misses you already. getting what he wants is lame, he prefers to chase someone that he already has—and all their playful arrogance melts with just a kiss. oh how gorgeous you look when he's toying with you a little, mumbling the most delightful pleas for just a few more—

oh! there you are! and even if phainon is a gentleman, he is definitely blunt. and the shove to the side directed at the rando infront of him is DEFINITELY a strong intimation.

"my sweet, my angel!" he cooes, knowing damn well where home is.

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

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falling for you, quite literally . . ! ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚

.・゜゜・amphoreus men x gn!reader . . !

sypnosis in which amphoreus men deal with their clumsy lover. (anaxagoras, mydeimos, phainon) !!

warnings;; clumsy/forgetful reader (but NOT that much), pre-established relationships/courting implied, slightly ooc!chars.

౨ৎ — anaxagoras . !

Anaxagoras can't STAND incompetent people. What he wants to be done, needs to be done and his students learned it the hard way—with his teaching tool; his gun.

“someone remind me to do my assignment next time.. professor anaxa is TERRIFYING.” a student cried out—one with blonde hair, sinking into his desk

“bro SHUT UP. Don't call him anaxa! It's anaxagoras! He'll hear you and kill all of us!” another student yelled—one with brown hair, smacking the blondies head.

“everyone shut up! he's here! shut up!” a student with black hair went inside the room—making the pair shut their mouths and looked around the room to spot the terrifying professor.

“anaxa!” someone yelled out—it was you, another professor. One that many loved—because you were the EXACT opposite of Anaxagoras

“they're so dead!” the trio whimpered, gazing at the their favorite teacher approaching Anaxagoras.

“somebody save our favorite professor!” one cried, clutching on their pearls for LIFE.

“(name), have you finished the thesis I told you to finish?” Anaxagoras raised a brow, looking at them from top to bottom—

“warning one!” the trio shivered, the three signs before “anaxagoras fury” (as students called it)

First warning— he gazes you from top to bottom.

“ah... about that, I may of may not have dropped it into the pond today?.” they sheepishly smiled, looking at him nervously.

A pregnant silence filled the room before Anaxagoras sighed—a mix of irritation “are you serious? In a pond?”

Second warning— he sighs in irritation.

“warning two!” “oh no!” “someone save them!”

“i—I'm sorry! I slipped and fell!” they fiddled with their hands, the wet shirt was a testimony to their clumsiness.

“I'll do it again, please?” they sighed, looking at Anaxagoras—the trio looked at them, expecting Anaxagoras to go mad.

Third warning— there's no third warning, he just gets mad.

“very well then, I'll help you with it instead, hm?” Anaxagoras sighed, taking their hand to lead them away.

“WHAT?!” the trio yelled, standing up to look at the pair, only to be met with Anaxa's glare, or in their eyes, fury.

“what are you three doing in school hours?” he raised a brow, looking at them from top to bottom.

“u—uhm..” the trio nervously chuckled, earning a sigh of irritation. “go back to class.” he glared, taking out his “teaching tool”

“geez.. naxa? All three warnings of the Anaxagoras fury really?” they chuckled, watching the trio run away.

“don't tell me you actually believe those?” Anaxa sighed, holding their hands.

turns out, the anaxagoras fury does not apply to someone he loves, simple as that.

౨ৎ — mydeimos . !

Mydeimos was a hard worker, that was known to everyone—a skilled warrior and a kind person. Being a Chrysos heir wasn't easy, leading them to barely have breaks.

What does Mydeimos do when he does have the time for a break? Bake with his lover, of course. What else?

“two cup of all purpose flour.” Mydei repeated, reading the pink—flowery cook book “cooking with love <3”.

“did you get that, my love?” Mydei tilting his head, looking back at his clumsy lover trying to pour flour into the heart shaped measuring cups.

“yeah! Mhm! Got it, yes sir!” they smiled at him, pouring the flour into the bowl—“what else?”

“one tea spoon of salt, one cup of sugar.” he hummed, handing them the salt and sugar container. “Mhm! Easy, yeah!”

“careful, you might eat your words.” he chuckled gruffly, staring at them mixing the dry ingredients.

“there's a bee. ” they blinked—staring at the bee flying across the kitchen, just to land on their nose.

“aren't you allergic to bees?..” he mumbled in concern. “I am, but I'm sure it'll be fine! achoo!”

They sneezed, causing the flour to make a mess all over the kitchen counter and onto both their aprons—knocking down the yeast as well.

“a—ah!” they blinked, looking over to Mydei that had his face covered in flour. “I'm sorry, de!”

“no.. It's fine, yeah?” he laughed softly, wiping the flour on their cheek, “why don't I take over? Your allergies might cause this cake to disintegrate.”

They sighed, nodding. “alright.. You're the master baker.”

Mydei quickly finished off the cake with ease, placing it inside the oven to bake, “wasnt so hard, yeah, my love?”

“yeah yeah.” they chuckled, squatting down to check the cake — “de.. Is it supposed to rise so much?.”

Mydei blinked, taking out the pretty (ugly) cake from the oven looking like a puff ball mushroom.

“the taste is what counts.” he smiled, convincing himself more than you—taking a slice for both of you.

“if you say so..” they sighed, taking a bite and cringing “eughh..?! that's gross.” they gagged, pushing the plate closer to him.

“it's so salty..?” he muttered, looking at them “did you add one teaspoon of salt and a cup of sugar?”

“oh.. Is it not the opposite?” they blinked.

“I can never catch a break with you, can I?”

౨ৎ — phainon . . !

Phainon loved running errands, he enjoyed helping people, and he most definitely enjoyed helping you—especially with how clumsy you are.

He is Amphoreus hero, right? So he should help everyone in Amphoreus—though, his favoritism in helping you is quite evident.

Oddly enough, people have noticed how he's literally ALWAYS there when you need help, somehow.

Phainon always loved the idea of sweeping off the person he loves off their feet, so the Titans must've destined him with a clumsy lover—(self proclaimed) for him to always be there when they need him, right? Right.

They were just arranging books in the top shelf when a bunch of kids passed through them—accidentally hitting the stool.

“h—hey!” they yelped—trying to hold onto the shelves as they slipped off the stool

“I got you.!” there he was, their saviour—knight, love of their life basically! He's delusional, indulge him, wont you?

“phainon.!” they let out a sigh of relief, holding onto him like a cat getting out of a bath. “you know nothing will hurt you once I'm there, right?”

“r—right..” they nodded, getting off his arms. Looking at the stupid boyish grin he had on his face.

“you should probably go back to what you were doing, phai..” they chuckled softly as he sighed and nodded. “right, before aglaea scolds me.”

Another time was when you were sitting in the public baths, dipping your body into the waters, enjoying the company of some of the older women telling you about the love stories of their husbands

“and then you don't wanna know what happens next in bed, dear.” the older women—a ginger, chuckled as if saying something blasphemous, covering her mouth.

“oh my! you can't say that, childe!” (yes childe is a girl. 🙏🙏) another woman—green haired with braids chuckled letting out a gossipy gasped.

“alright auntie childe and venti..” they shook their head in disbelief, looking at the pair. “why don't you dip your head in the water, (name)? You're still dry.” childe smiled.

“if you say so.” they nodded, dipping their head into the waters for my than a few seconds, to the point where people watching would think that you were almost DROWNING.

—until they heard a yell.

“I'll save you, my love!” someone yelled, scooping you out the water into a bridal carry.

“p—phainon!” they gasped, holding onto him—not in relief, but in embarrassment of being held like this in public.

“didn't I say I'd always save you?” he gave them another stupid grin, setting you down carefully on the ground, the two women just looking at you both with open mouths (😲).

“I was only taking a dip!”

“ah, is that so? haha..” he laughed, rubbing the nape of his neck awkwardly.

In summary, he is always ready to sweep you off your feet!

authors note;; i don't think clumsyness is expressed THAT much here but wtv,,.. 💔💔🥀🥀🥀 hope you enjoy!! :33

౨ৎ — crisuhaa works . . !

[whenyourunlabeledbutlabeled]

all in the name of a glance . . ! ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚

.・゜゜・ amphoreus men x gn!reader . . !

sypnosis things amphoreus men—(anaxagoras, mydeimos, phainon) do to gain your sweet attention!

warnings;; slight ooc chars(??), them being a little stupid (TT), slightly dense reader :3 semi pre-established relationships <3

౨ৎ— anaxagoras . . !

Anaxagoras had always been a direct person, he thrived on being straightforward and catching his students off guard.

So, why—why? Does that not apply with you? Why does he hesitate on making a move to have you talking again?

“ehem..” he coughed out, holding his papers whilst he sat in his desk—with you sitting on the couch across the room doing who knows what.

“cough.. eurghh.. EHEM..” he gargled out, a concerning noise actually—looking up from his papers to look at you, you must've noticed by now, right? Right..?

“oh for the love of cerces..” he grumbled out in frustration, the Titan of Reasons name leaving his lips, now that got your attention.

“naxa? you okay?” they *finally* looked up at him, letting go of the random object they were fiddling with.

He deadpanned, letting go of the papers he was grading “are you serious? Like actually?”

“what?.” they tilted their head, confused as to what went into his head THIS time. “after all my attempts of..”

“attempts of?.” they blinked, standing up to walk to his desk. “attempts of drifting your.. gaze towards me.. Cerces is what gains your attention?” he grumbled out, earning a soft chuckle from you.

“ah? You wanted my attention didn't you?” they laughed once more, cupping his cheeks. “mhh.. I'm paying attention now, naxa.”

“good, see it that you do all the time.”

౨ৎ — mydeimos . . !

Mydei wasn't one to ask of anything involving you doing something—not when he could do it himself while you just sit there all relaxed for him.

Cleaning? He's doing it for you to the point where the house is sparkling. Running errands? He already got your schedule down to a T just to do your errands. Cooking? He's already ready to wake you up with breakfast.

In summary, he'd never ask anything of you—never, even if he wanted one thing. Your attention, of course. But how does he ask for it? Well.

“one, two.. three, four.” he mumbled, doing push ups on the floor, right in front of you while you read your book.

He slightly grumbled, in the middle aged women he talked to (for advice), they say a way to a loved ones heart was strenght.

What better way to show strenght than to do as many push ups as he could to prove himself to you? Was it a good idea? Probably not!

“twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five..” he continued, pushing his body upward and downward in inhumane speed, pushing his body to its limits.

“three hundred and fifty two, three hundred and fifty three, three hundred and—” he collapsed on the floor, out of exhaustion. Yet it STILL didn't get your attention, what more do you want?!

Instead, he gave up, standing up to sit next to you—hair messy with sweat sticking onto him. “finally done, de?” they smiled, looking at him.

“done with what?.” he blinked, looking a little more than happy to have your attention, finally. “your exercise, I've been wanting to hang out with you.”

They say a way to a loved ones heart is by strength, but his loved one only wanted his attention, much like he did with them.

౨ৎ — phainon . . !

Phainon adored healers, not just any healer—his (self-proclaimed) healer that he met through Hyacine.

The moment Hyacine introduced them since she was too busy to heal him at the moment—he was WHIPPED.

Who knew Amphoreus had someone this adorable? He didn't, and he should've! And now that he does know, what does he do?

Operation make-pretty-nurse-fall-for-phainon plan is on the go! And how does he plan on doing it? Simple! Get hurt as many times as possible!

“(name)..” he whined out, walking to their office like a kicked puppy “phainon? again?” they let out a soft sigh, gesturing to the seat for him.

“being a hero isn't easy, huh? haha..” he smiled, showing his barely scraped arm

“it's not that bad, you could've done this yourself.” they hummed, taking out the needed supplies—oblivious to the betrayal on his face

“and risk getting an Infection? I'm wounded!” he huffed, looking at them with soft eyes. “mhh.. Yeah, yeah. Stay still.”

And so he did, he kept silent, staring at them whilst they work on his wound—they're so close, right where he adored it.

“if I didn't know any better, I would've thought you're doing this on purpose to have my attention.” they laughed softly, meeting his eyes—expecting him to chuckle and look away.

But he didn't, instead he looked at them dead in the eye with a serious tone “and if I was, is it working?” he mumbled out.

“just a little.” they smiled in amusement, finishing up the bandage and pulling away. “are you?”

He smiled softly, standing up to face them once more—“I am.”

Safe to say operation make-pretty-nurse-fall-for-phainon was a huge success.

authors note;; i think ts was OKAY. I think,?? TT BUTTTT it's clear I love amphoreus men but I'll make ones of the women as well!! :33

౨ৎ — crisuhaa works . . !

[whenyourunlabeledbutlabeled]

baby fever . . ! ? ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚

.・゜゜・ mydei x gn!reader . . ! ( ꜆⌯' '⌯꜆)

sypnosis mydei gains baby fever once he sees you taking playing with children of kremnos

warnings;; none :3 js mydei being slightly ooc(?), ivantill mentioned LOLOL (⊃ο<*)

Mydeimos, as stoic as he is—cared for his people, and much to everyones surprise, he ADORED children. The bustling city has been filled of rumors of the crowned prince playing with kids on his free time, along with his lovely partner.

And much to no ones surprise that his adoration for children grew once he sees you in the public baths—playing along with a small “Royale” roleplay with some kids—kremnoans(?), his people.

“all hail the ruler of the baths! rejoice my people!” a grey haired child with teal eyes cackled, raising his arms high and mighty “rejoice! rejoice!” another kid yelled, one with black hair and black eyes. “ivan get the paper crown we made!” the grey haired smiled, jumping around you.

“b—but till! The crown would break in water!” Ivan reasoned, looking at you as well. “ah, that's okay, we can always make another crown, yeah?” they smiled, looking at the two kids—kneeling down for the crumpled paper crown.

“what's going on here?” Mydei raised a brow, looking at the sight before him. “crowned prince! crowned prince!” the two kids lit up, running to him. “we crowned big sibling (name)! for you!” Ivan smiled happily, holding onto his arm. “yeah, yeah! For you crowned prince!” Till laughed, latching onto his other arm. “okay, you two. he's tired from his daily princely duties, yeah?” they chuckled, standing up to walk over to him “ruler of the baths orders, go back to your parents, hm?” they smiled in amusement

“b—but! our ruler!” Till whined, letting go of Mydei, looking like a kicked puppy. “c'mon till! Let's go!” Ivan let go of Mydei aswell, latching onto Till—dragging him out “L—LET ME YOU BUFFOON??!!!” A strangled scream could be heard from the baths.

“they're cute.” they chuckled softly, staring at the pair before drifting their gaze to their lover, Mydeimos. “mh.. They're a hassle.” Mydei mumbled.

“you love them” they hummed, nudging his side before Mydei grumbled, his hand drifting to their waist. “it's nice seeing you getting along with my people..” he smiled softly, placing a kiss on their forehead. “you think so?”

“it'd be nicer if it was our own, wouldn't it?” he suggested with a small smirk on his lips—earning a soft laugh from you. “you're just tired, my love.”

“I think I have plenty of stamina left, what do you think?” Mydei laughed, taking their wrist to drag them away “besides, i think seeing you with kids makes me want some of our own, hm?”

authors note;; i think ts was ass 💔💔🥀🥀 but wtv LOLOL 😭😭 i enjoyed writing the small ivantill part and I hope you enjoyed it as well:3

౨ৎ — crisuhaa works . . !

[whenyourunlabeledbutlabeled]

Sex headcannons with mydei ples🙏😳😢🫤😲😋🤤 (Subbot reader plz plz plz)

oh absolutely.

thank you for requesting for this man ughhh i love him sm

kissing his tip would fix me.

bad, by wale & rihanna♡

cw: rough sex, choking, manhandling, facefucking and biting.

nsfw under the cut!

i just know mydei would be into facefucking, bros the type to actually just fuck your face until there's a puddle of drool and the cum you couldn't swallow on the floor

something about mydei just tells me he's the type to pound you into the mattress while having you in positions you didn't even know your body could do (cough, mating press cough.)

talking about positions, mydei seems like the type to enjoy mating press or face down ass up, something about being able to reach so deep inside of you, making you see stars just makes him feel like he's doing such a good job in pleasing you, and he especially loves it when you're vocal about it, even if he can't see your face, he sure is enjoying the view!

it doesn't matter how much you weight, or how heavy you think you are, mydei can most definitely handle it. he's nice enough to show it while you two are fucking by tossing you around and putting you in so many different positions, or just taking you up against a wall even though your bed is right there in front of you

if its been a long, stressful day, and mydei has some pent up stress, prepare for a long, long night of riding this man until you physically cannot, and then some more of him just pounding you until the headrest of your bed is slamming against the wall while hes sucking and biting and kissing on your neck because while hes being aggressive with you, he also wants to show you how much he loves you!! anyway expect to wake up with marks all over your neck, chest and shoulders, while also having some sore ass thighs and legs.. if you can even feel your legs.