I am a woman who gets horny, this is true. It does not mean however, that I am not a respectable woman. I simply wish to enjoy NSFW art. I have a brain, I use my words well, and I do not want to see your dick. Keep that to yourself.
Honestly I don't care if you pull for upcoming cards or whatever, I can't force anyone to do the same boycott as I do. But don't come complaining about us ruining the pv or your "joy" for the game cuz I don't give a fuck 🤷🏻♀️ y'all ruined the joy for so many by cancelling+
We're going to lose more and more sisters. @Love_Deepspace I know behind the scene conversations are happening, but you need to make a move now and you need to make it count if you want all the Miss Hunters you have left to remain.
Good luck in other games Pookie!
Hey, so not the kinda stuff i usually post but after a month of boycotting, but something has shifted in my mind and I’m just not interested in the game anymore. If you followed me for the Valko boycott or Caleb content, I’m sorry, because I’m afraid -
⭐️ Xavier rubs the sleep from his eyes and glances at you lying beside him, your hand still clinging to his shirt. He decides to turn around and get another hour of sleep when you tug on his shirt.
“Hmm?” He turns back sleepily to face you and sees that your eyes are now wide open.
“Xavier…” you mumble his name, still half-asleep yourself.
“Everything okay?” he asks softly.
“Mh-hm, i’m just horny.”
The moment you say those words, every ounce of sleep in his body evaporates.
His eyes widen, and the sleepy expression on his face is instantly replaced by a much more attentive one. Business hours have officially begun.
His hand wraps around you, gentle but firm, as he pulls you closer.
He captures your lips in a kiss, then moves along your neck, all the way down between your legs.
“Then I guess… I’ll make sure you don’t regret waking me up,” he says before kissing your inner thighs and all the way to your heated core, about to make you cum with his mouth and fingers multiple times.
🐦⬛ Sylus lets out a low growl, still groggy from sleep since he isn’t used to waking up at this hour.
You’re lying awake beside him, looking at him expectantly. Before you can say anything, he starts laughing.
“You’re already making demands the moment I wake up, Sweetie. Not even a good morning?” his voice is deeper than usual and the amusement is obvious.
“I can’t say I’m disappointed~” a satisfied grin is audible in his voice.
He already sensed your desire the moment he glances at you. You didn’t even have to say it out loud.
He turns in bed and lies down on his back before tapping his lower abdomen.
“Come,” he grumbles, still not fully awake. “Help me wake up first, Kitten.”
You follow his command and straddle him, grinding yourself against him. It doesn’t take long for him to turn the tables, pinning you on your back and taking charge.
“We could start every morning like this, if you want,” he suggests, making sure your first wish of many for the day is fulfilled.
xavier restraining you with his light evol while he eats you out until you’re crying underneath him and only able to say his name and you’re so overstimulated but it feels so good and his voice is so wrecked with pleasure when he praises you with a ‘good girl’ or ‘you’re doing so well baby’ and he’s so addicted to the way your squirm and beg him for more and how sensitive you how and god the way you taste makes his head spin and he can’t even care about how hard he is right now because he just needs you to cum one more time, just once more for him, he knows you’re a good girl you’ll give him one more. then he’ll finally pry his mouth away from between your thighs with soft kisses up your body, ‘good job princess’ and ‘did so well’ whispered against your skin. you can only smile through your haze at him, caught up in your bliss until you feel his heavy cock nudge against you and hear the husky whisper of his voice next to your ear, “you’ve got one more for me right?”
“What are you—?”
Xavier feels the breath knock out of his lungs as his back gently slams into the wall. He blinks. Once. Twice. Before he realises you’ve pinned him to the wall.
“Is everything…”
His voice trails off and his eyes flicker down to where you’ve already started to tug and pull at his Hunter’s uniform, hastily trying to get to the warm skin underneath. Xavier’s cheeks flush profusely and the tips of his ears are soon coloured in a similar manner. He’s thankful that he can’t form coherent words right now because he’s not sure he trusts himself to speak with how little blood is flowing into his brain. Xavier watches the way your hands fumble with the straps and buttons of his top and he huffs in amusement.
“Why are you so…frisky today? And at work too?” He teases, fingertip trailing down the side of your jaw. He tilt your head up towards him. “I asked you a question, my dear partner.”
The usual bright baby blue of his eyes is clouded by his blown out pupils and they seem to study you as if trying to gauge your inner thoughts. With your hands on his shoulders, you press him further against the wall and lean up towards him. Your lips ghost over his, sparks of electricity shooting down your spine at the contact.
“You looked so hot in training.”
Your answer is simple and blunt and it catches Xavier off guard. His usually faster than light reflexes seem to be dulled by the ache between his legs and it takes him far too long for his liking to notice you kneeling below him. Your eyes flutter up at him, sparkling with an innocence he knows happens between sheets and when he’ll have his revenge for your teasing. The bottom of his top is shoved unceremoniously up above the waistband of his pants. Your fingers struggle with the top button for a moment and Xavier chuckles lowly at the mumbled curses. His laughter is cut short when your head moves in close. Your hands hold firmly onto his hips and your teeth close around the cool metal of the zipper. Slowly, torturously, you pull the zipper down and never once don’t break eye contact with Xavier.
“You—”
Xavier sucks in a sharp breath when the zipper is pulled over the bulge beneath the fabric. His hand shoots out to your head, gently brushing your hair back out of your face lest he miss seeing your face. His keen hearing doesn’t miss the sounds of your co-workers in adjacent rooms but any protest or thought of stopping out of fear of being caught leaves his mind when he feels the warmth of your hands at the waistband of his underwear. Your fingers loop beneath the fabric and yank it down just enough to free his cock. A sharp breath leaves his lips as the cool air hits his burning skin.
“Be quiet,” you instruct with a smile. “I don’t want anyone else hearing you.”
Xavier has half the mind to roll his eyes.
But your mouth closes around the tip of his cock and he nearly falls over.
An embarrassing high-pitched noise fights its way out from the back of his throat and he immediately covers his mouth to muffle the sound. You take your time sucking on the tip, the unique taste of Xavier spreading across your tastebuds. It takes every last ounce of self control for Xavier not to thrust deep down your throat.
The warmth. The slick heat. The familiar motions of your tongue.
It feels so good.
Xavier squeezes his eyes closed and at the same time, you take his entire length in until he hits the back of your throat. His fist slams into the wall he’s leaning on, creating a small indent. You feel him twitch in your mouth as his eyes lock with yours beneath the innocence of your lashes. Quickly, you pull back and squeeze him around the base. He whines in complaint but it is short lived as he feels the warmth of your mouth encompassing him once more.
Xavier’s head spins with pleasure, his body trembling as you bring him close to the edge again and again but never over.
When he finally cums, Xavier nearly keels over. And yet…
You don’t stop.
It was a mistake, truly.
Well…somewhat.
When you had left those marks on Xavier’s neck last night, you could’ve sworn you left them where no one would see. But maybe, a subconscious part of you really did want people to know…he was yours.
However, here in the conference room of the association, as you sit across the table from your partner dressed in his uniform, you can still see the faint bruises left on the creamy skin that shows visible beneath his jaw.
Knowing that you are the one that caused that, you can’t help the heat that rises to your cheeks, flushing them red instantaneously.
As the meeting concludes, the dim lights brighten the conference room and people begin to shuffle about.
“Did you get into a fight with a wanderer or a woman?” A voice chimes jokingly in question as you tune in on the voice that approaches your partner across the table. You stiffen slightly, your body going rigid as you pack your notes into your bag slower than before.
Casting a glance in Xavier’s direction, he intentionally avoids your gaze as he turns to the male co-worker that approached him.
“What are you talking about?” Xavier feigns innocence, tilting his head with curiosity. Your co-worker raises a brow before gesturing to his own neck.
“You’ve got…marks all over you.”
Xavier’s hand lifts, rubbing the sensitive area of his neck where he knows the marks reside and you could swear you see the corners of his lips tilt into an unashamed smirk.
“Oh? These? It’s nothing. I got a new bunny at home. It can be…very…vicious at times.” Xavier shrugs, throwing his bag onto his shoulder before brushing by his co-worker who looks more confused now than he did before.
Approaching your side, you gape up Xavier who looks down at you with a concerned expression.
“What is it?” He asks nonchalant,
“A bunny?” You harshly whisper. “Is that the best you could do?”
Xavier stifles a laugh as he leans down closer to your ear, lowering his voice to a barely audible volume.
“Would you have rather me be honest and say it was you that left them?” He raises a brow, his breath warm against your ear. “I think it would be harder to explain how I had my own Association partner clawing at my back and moaning my name underneath me last night.“
It was something you couldn't deny.
Xavier looked...really fucking good right now.
The sapphire color of his eyes were nearly black under his heavy lids that blinked swiftly in an attempt to ensure that the sight before him wasn't a hallucination.
Pale skin was flushed with color, a crimson one to be exact, that went all the way from the apples of his cheeks up to the tips of his ears.
A thin layer of sweat had begun to appear on his forehead and the rest of his exposed skin, from his shoulders, to his chest, all the way down to where the v-line of his hips dipped into the jeans that sat purposefully lower than normal.
"Keep...keep going..." He breathed, voice low and rasped with a deep tone of lust underneath.
His dazed and out of mind appearance along with his words of encouragement only boost your confidence as you watch on. Something about the aura he exudes in this rather compromising situation draws you into him, so therefore, you continue.
It wasn't an uncommon situation. In fact, there were numerous times before tonight that you had both used each other for...visual stimulation to pleasure yourselves.
But tonight, when you had sat back on the bed, only dressed in the cute lingerie you had specifically set aside for Xavier to see, he had taken a pause instead before asking for something...a little different.
Shifting forward on your knees, you moved your kneeling form closer to where Xavier was sat at the edge of his bed with one hand supporting himself and the other wrapped firmly around the base of his cock.
His length was already slick with his own pre-cum, a perfect lubricant for what was to come.
"Move...hmm...closer. Use them...just like...haaa...we talked about." Xavier pants, gradually stopping the motion of his hand as he places it onto your bare shoulder, guiding you towards him. Not once does his attention divert from you.
Your hands which had previously been massaging the flesh of your breasts, thumbs gliding over the gradually hardening peaks as you attempted to hold back the small moans that escaped your throat, push themselves together, the warmth of the skin fully encompassing around Xavier's erect length.
Blinking your gaze up at him for validation of your actions, your eyes lock onto Xavier's face which is briefly tilted back, lips agape with a soft sigh before it rolls back into its original downward position.
With a slow rhythm, you squeeze your breasts tighter around him before gliding them upwards and back down again, the steady friction immediately issuing a low groan from Xavier's chest.
Watching the head of his cock appear and disappear between the valley of your chest, soaking them with his own essence spurs on an ache that has begun to form between your legs. Struggling to tame it, you squirm on your knees, trying to shift to ease the pulse that sits at the apex of your thighs.
"Don't...don't move." Xavier pleads through heavy breaths as his hand flies back out to grip hold of your shoulder, stilling you instantly.
As soon as you stop, Xavier takes over, a sudden thrust of his hips startling you as he uses the support of his hands behind him.
In awe, you allow him to take control, locking your eyes on the focused crease of his brow. The flex of his abdominals becomes more prominent and the shuddering breathing of his chest echoes in your ear, only mere seconds passing by before he suddenly goes still.
Xavier's eyes squeeze shut, a loud groan vibrating in his chest as the warmth of his release spills onto your skin, slicking it over with a warmth that smears its way in the crevice where your flesh meets.
Slowly, Xavier lowers his hips to sit back down onto the bed. With a gentle coax of his fingers, he grasps at your chin, tilting your head up to look at him before they trace their way lower, gathering a generous amount of the white substance coating your chest.
He brings it back to himself, smearing it along his tip that still glistens in the dim light.
"Alright. I've had my fun. Now...you can come have yours."
lads stripping banner when!!!
(ik realistically never bc of censorship but a girl can dream)
- Zayne setting down his stethoscope and loosening his tie slowly after taking off his doctor’s coat, popping the buttons at his cuffs
- Sylus dropping his suit jacket to the floor and slowly taking off his rings and his watch while his eyes are locked with yours
- Xavier slowly peeling off his hunter’s uniform or slowly undoing all the straps, dropping his gloves to the floor before shedding his jacket
- Rafayel in a half-buttoned shirt popping open the last few buttons as he walks towards you (before the inevitable fade to black)
- Caleb placing his colonel hat on you before biting the end of his glove to pull it off with his teeth
“This…is mine.” Xavier whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck.
“This…” An equally as soft kiss lands to your breast. “…is mine.”
Lips peppering your body, claiming it with possessive.
“And this…” His voice lowers as large palms push against your knees, spreading them wide for him to slot himself between. Dropping his head, he delivers a slow and deliberate lick up your soaked cunt. “…is also mine.”
🔞 In his private research facility, Valko had found a rather unusual use for one of his test tubes: fucking MC’s pussy as a form of foreplay. Intense foreplay, some might say…
He gently pinned her against his research desk, leaving MC trembling. After all, it was not every day one got to take part in an experiment like this, and Valko clearly had some rather eccentric ideas.
Using both his saliva and MC’s juice as lubrication, the test tube slid in and out of her cunt with ease.
She needed to be prepared for him, especially considering his size. And, oh dear… she was already soaking wet.