hxiaos

[hxiaos]

you are mine, i am yours 

characters. scaramouche, fem! reader

themes. not sfw, possessive scara and possessive reader? Is reader yandere or needy? Who knows. dom!scara, sub!reader; blowjob, light slapping, being called a “pet”and “slut”, calling him “sir” 

notes. hey blue here, just gonna drop this filthy ass smut here. yoru, here’s my entry for the collab~ @anantaru @bluexiao

“This mouth is mine, got that?” 

Your frantic nod comes with a whine, eyes watering as he pushes his length further into your warmth, cock flinching at how your lips would close around its base and sucking him like you’re dragging his soul out of his body.

“That’s it, just like that,” he unconsciously finds his hand caressing the back of your head, grinning in delight. 

“What a good slut you are,” you moan at his words, eyes fluttering as you took him in, the hand that was caressing you then pushing your head to further embrace his cock within the depths of your throat. 

One-

Two-

Three-

Four—

It took a full few seconds before—

“Hah,” you pant just as he releases his hold on you and you pull out. 

“What? Is that all you could do?” 

You breathe with your nose as you frantically shake your head while sending a look up at him, only to find your eyesight blurry with the tears that threaten to escape the corner of your eyes. 

“No, no, I can do more, please-”

You were too greedy. And that was why you pushed your limits once again, pulling his length in and nudging the vein that protrudes his shaft with your tongue, making the man groan. 

“Fuck, that-that’s what I’m talking about! Take it in, take it in,” he coos at you, the back of your head meeting the push of his palm once again. 

The pressure fades but his hand stays, which urged you to bob your head before completely pulling out; eyes watery and saliva dripping from your lips. You were about to wipe them away when you felt him swipe his thumb on your chin, pulling them so that he could have you meet his glazed eyes. 

“You don’t look satisfied at all,” he chuckles, amused, he seems, all the while panting with heavy breaths—he was affected too, the thought alone makes your mind mush even more, “What? Is that not enough?” 

You shake your head no but as soon as you did, he lightly slaps you on your cheek, gaze now turned into a glare, “Use your words, slut.” 

“Not yet… sir,” your stomach drops at his tone and you almost couldn’t find your voice; hoarse and breathless from taking his dick inside of your mouth. 

He raises a brow at you and you thought he’d want you to repeat your words. 

And you did. 

“Not yet, sir,” you say, louder than the previous one. 

He smirks. 

“Good. You’ve learned.” he says as you catch him eyeing on the tears that had already fallen from your eyes from his actions earlier, smirking and huffing to himself. 

You find yourself smiling and eyes twinkling at the sound of his praise, only to feel and see him wipe his precum on your lips, hissing as he swipes his tip on them. Almost unconsciously and instinctively, your tongue sneaks out from your mouth to lick them off, looking up at Scaramouche’s eyes, as if asking for approval. 

The gleam in his purple orbs darkens and as if it was a sign, you then leaned forward to press soft kisses on his tip as he holds his dick, maintaining eye contact all the more when you dragged your tongue on the entirety of his length, purposely aiming for that one prominent vein that you knew sets him off whenever you bring you attention to it. 

He growls, pulling you out of his dick once again only to grab your cheeks with one hand as he crouches down, leveling himself with you and glaring at you with a disappointed gleam. 

Your stomach fell upon seeing that look on his face and you prepared yourself from getting punished severely but why?—did you make a mistake? Were you being too greedy? 

“I’m sor-”

“Did I say you could speak?” 

He stares at you silently after that, as if examining you and criticizing you with that gaze of his. 

“There, now you look like you’re mine even more.” 

He lets go of your cheeks and you whimpered, but instead of glaring at you further, his fingers playing on your chin, with his thumb rubbing gently on your lower lip, a smirk appears on his face, looking so smug—at any other day, you would’ve wished to wipe it off of him. 

“And you’re mine too… right?” you let go of your restraints as you went and took a hold of his wrist, eyes wide open—pleading. 

Pathetic. 

You could’ve expected him to say that but he pulls you up by the elbows before turning you around and pushing you onto the bed. And as soon as you bounced on top of it, you felt him behind you. Before you could figure out what was going on, he traps you in place. 

“Are you not listening to me in the slightest?” there’s a hint of softness and annoyance in his voice, you could feel his breath and hear him pant right next to your ear, whispering with a low voice. 

“I could destroy the world for you, and break everyone who would ever try to come near you. I could never and will never do that to anyone else.” 

Your eyes widen as soon as you heard those words, but even more so when you felt him pull you by the arms once again—gentler this time, “Kuni-” 

“Shh,” he leans to you once again, placing a kiss on your shoulder, “don’t worry, let me take care of you,” his hand squeezes your ass, placing a kiss on your other shoulder. And then, his hand goes to your leaking cunt, you moaning upon the sudden touch. 

“My pet’s so needy,” he clicks his tongue, mocking you as he easily inserts two of his fingers in, “so greedy too. I can’t even talk to anyone else without you pouting.” 

You whined and he leans in closer once again, blowing air next to your ear as he chuckles, “Hah, not that I mind. You are mine, and I am yours. I’m quite greedy myself.” 

[hxiaos]

Hi! Could you do Kaeya, Beidou and Zhongli x fem reader hcs and their favourite kinks? (You could add more characters if you’d want to - ahem Cyno ahem)

Thank you so much and I understand if you don’t want to do it! 🫶

Warnings: NSFW

Reader: Female

Characters: Kaeya, Beidou, Zhongli, Cyno

MNDI

Honestly down to make more of these. I was going to add more characters, but I wrote more than I expected

Kaeya

Wax Play - Kaeya I feel is a very romantic person when he gets in a relationship, especially when it comes down to sex. He likes to set the mood about 99.8% of the time, meaning candles, and lots of them.

You did learn quickly though that it wasn't just a mood thing when the two of you accidentally knocked one over and the wax dripped on his skin. You expected a yelp, not a moan.

Now, every once in a while he likes for you to drip wax specifically around his nipples or down his chest before you go down on him.

Psychrophilia/Bondage - Okay listen listen. He doesn't like seeing you frozen, but he does love tying you up and running his icy cold hands along your body. Loves creating a cold layer of ice over your nipples before leaning down and melting the ice with his warm mouth.

Something about you trusting him enough to even use a little bit of his cryo vision on you just stirs something in him. He enjoys watching goosebumps appear on your flesh and your body twitch whenever he creates a new thin layer of ice, especially near your slick entrance before he enters you.

Begging - One of the main things that make him hard as a rock is having you beg for him, especially when you are nearing orgasm.

He knows when you're close, when your cunt squeezes him so tight that it's basically torture for him to pull out before you can reach your peak. Loves watching you whimper with tears in your eyes, grasping at his biceps or watching you grasp at his hand and lead it towards your breast, trying to tempt him to stick it back in.

Beidou

Mixophilia - Beidou has a mirror placed in front of her bed for two reasons. First, when she wakes up, when you're getting dressed she always enjoys watching you check yourself out in it to make sure everything was properly in place.

Second, she loves watching your fucked out face in it. More so when you're on your back, legs spread and looking as if you're about to fall off the edge of the bed as she fucks into you with her strap. Your grasping onto the bed for dear life as she has your legs spread and pushed over her shoulders so she has a good view of her strap in the mirror entering and exiting your tight pussy.

Face Sitting - She loves it when you sit on her face because she can never get enough of your whimpers and sobs as she hungrily licks you up. It amuses her when she makes you cum and you try to crawl away, whispering that it's too much, however, she drags you right back onto her mouth and hungrily sucks at your clit before slipping her fingers inside you.

Beidou also enjoys sitting on your face. It warms her chest when she looks down to see you giving it your all. Watching as you hungrily suck on her clit for the first few minutes before replacing your tongue with one of your fingers so you can slip your tongue inside her and fuck her.

Intoxication - This is actually a rare one. Though she likes to drink, drunk sex is a rarity, especially when the ship is in motion. Thus, it usually only happens when the ship is docked and after a large celebration. When the two of you stumble back to her cabin and tangle yourselves on her bed with your underwear barely hanging on.

She enjoys this because it's fun and messy. You're both so giggly, kisses are sloppy and so are your pussies as you scissor.

Beidou has poured wine over your body and licked it up while finger fucking you. She'll usually hand you the bottle to drink from before going down to eat you out, licking at your pussy as your moans are muffled as you try to drink from the bottle.

Zhongli

Barebacking - A kink he is only comfortable with if he can see himself staying with this partner possibly forever. He's a responsible man, but when it comes to you he'll admit that he's weak. Especially when it comes to sinking into you without a condom, the way your walls hug his thick cock just hits different.

He loves coming inside you and fucking it back inside. The way you sob that it's too much as he automatically goes into a second round after shooting his load into your pussy makes his heartthrob, but fuck when you squirt on his cock as he cums again is just so sensational.

Breeding - Listen, maybe it's the fact that he has dragon instincts still from his time as an archon, or maybe it's the fact that he can officially settle down, walk amongst humans and start a family as one. You know what? It's both. He wants you pregnant.

However, he will get consent first, he wants to make sure you want a family with him just as much as he wants one with you, and when you agree that you do, it's over-

When you both decide you want kids, he's a man on a mission, no cum is wasted. Sucking him off? He wants to finish in your pussy. Trying to cook dinner? Well, put it on the back burner because he's fucking you in the kitchen on the counter, and on the table. Even after he finishes he remains inside you, groaning when your walls twitch around him, refusing to let his cum spill out.

Sensory Deprivation - He actually enjoys being blindfolded. Loves to feel your hands run over his chest before your nails scrape downwards lightly. Finds it thrilling to not know what you'll do to him next.

Zhongli likes when you take control in such a situation, using him as you please because his senses are heightened. When you whisper dirty in his ear or touch I'm somewhere he doesn't expect, honestly just makes his cock twitch in excitement for what you have planned.

Cyno

Vicarphilia - Cyno loves your voice, especially when you're reading from one of your dirty novels. After a long day, he enjoys resting with you, listening as you read the erotic content out loud that would usually make anyone blush, however, it leaves him curious. Are such new positions and acts these characters are doing really that pleasurable?

You're not even done with the chapter and he already has you pushed back on your plush bed, skirt/pants discarded and his dick inside you trying to figure it out. However, he still wants you to read. Read in that breathy voice as you pant wanting more of him. Thus, you continue reading the actions of the characters, nearly sobbing when the words send a tingle of arousal to your aching cunt, slightly satisfied as Cyno reenacts the actions of the characters.

Somnophilia - This is a kink he's had, but discusses it with you before doing it. There are nights when he comes home late, having spent most of the day out and about in meetings and training so on those nights when he gets home, you're usually already asleep.

On hot nights such as these, you've discarded your normal pajamas for just your underwear and your body wrapped around a pillow in replace of your boyfriend, your leg was thrown over the soft fabric instead of his hip.

He can't help it. You just look so delectable in such a position, and he wants to take his daily frustrations out on something. Thus, he strips himself and climbs in behind you slipping his hand over your chest to play with your breasts while he uses his other to lift your leg and slip his in between them. Work you up enough to start grinding on his leg, and once he deems you went enough, slips your panties down your leg and fills you with his cock.

Even after he comes, he stays inside you, falling asleep that way till morning.

Interfemoral Sex - Like I said, Cyno is a busy man, and personally, he doesn't care for quickies. When he has sex he wants at least a few rounds, plus when he's inside you it's just so hard for him to leave, thus, he uses this as an alternative.

He comes home for a short break, he wants you on top of him and his dick between your thighs. Even on days when you're both just tired and not really wanting to get heated, the two of you will do this or you'll give him a pussy job. Either way, his hands are squeezing your ass or thighs as he litters your neck with hickeys.

[hxiaos]

MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT | TIGHNARI

summary: being sent to sumeru to close out a business deal for the fatui for your brother was not exactly how you wanted to spend your days. you hated the heat, you hated wildlife, and every worry you had came to fruition when you find yourself lost in the avidya forest as night begins to fall. luckily for you, a forest ranger comes to your rescue when all hope seems to be lost.

warnings: fem!reader, fatui!reader, subby!tighnari, virgin!tighnari, outdoor sex, finger sucking (tighnari), very gentle choking (f->m), kinda sex w a stranger, lowkey one-sided “enemies” to lovers (tighnari has a sharp mouth and it pisses reader off but he is totally oblivious to it)

wordcount: 6.3k

notes: omg cat's genshin debut :0 i had to do it for my pretty baby. ty lia n kat for reading over for me <33 small taglist: @kxeyas @mxnjiros @manjiroscum @dxlucs @suyacho @meowdarame @semisgroupie @tokyometronetwork

reblogs for boost v must appreciated cuz idek if this will stay in the tags cuz its my first time writing for genshin

Sometimes you wished that Pantalone still resented you as he did when you guys were children—at least then you wouldn’t be caught in this shitty situation. You scowled deeply as you looked around the thick brush of the forest, the heat sticking your clothes to your skin. You had no idea where you were in comparison to the crude map that your brother had given you before you left Snezhnaya. 

He must have done this on purpose, you hissed to yourself as you tripped over another branch, he knows you hate the heat and he knows you hate wildlife. You could stay holed up in the palace up in Snezhnaya for the rest of your life and be content, you were sure of it. 

Night was falling fast, and you had a feeling that night in the jungle would be a lot darker than any night you had braved outside in Snezhnaya—and you had always been afraid of the dark. 

Not to mention the creatures out here.

The anger toward your brother faded away, shifting into a sort of anxiety you hadn’t felt in a long time—you could hear the growls resounding through the air but you couldn’t tell where they were coming from. You fisted the vision hanging at your side, a nervous habit that you had developed a few years back. The fingers of your other hand twitched and trembled around the map, your breath quickened as your eyes danced across the lines and symbols. 

You couldn’t figure out where to go.

“Well, aren’t you the lucky one? I wasn’t planning on doing patrol in this direction tonight. You should be quite grateful that I did.” 

You turned around quick, eyes wide and hope blooming in your chest for the first time since you realized you had somehow diverged from the path. Your eyes fell upon a boy your age, or maybe a little older, standing up on the higher ground to your left, dressed in a loose garb that covered his body—dark hair cut chin length with lime green streaks, multicolored eyes and… ears? And a tail. You blinked in surprise, lips parting to speak but no words left your lips.

He clicked his tongue sharply, “Well, come on. I’ll bring you back to Gandharva Ville.”

You shook your head, “I need to be at Sumeru City,” you finally said. He looked unimpressed as he stared down at you.

“You’re a two day walk deep into the Avidya Forest from Sumeru City. You won’t get there before nightfall, I don’t even know if we’ll make it to Gandharva Ville before nightfall if you don’t start moving,” his tone was sharp, almost condescending, and you could feel your face heat up in embarrassment but he paid you no mind, only raising his eyebrows and waiting for you to join him up on that bank.

You let out a breath, trying to push away the humiliation and irritation. You couldn’t remember the last time someone took a tone like this with you—everybody back in Snezhnaya was far too scared of Pantalone to consider having an attitude with you.

“How do I get up there?” you finally asked, looking around for a path up to the ledge he was standing on.

“You climb,” he said, in a tone that made you feel the answer should have been obvious but it only caused dread to pool in your stomach as you stared at the steep hill of loose dirt. How embarrassing it would be to start climbing up only to keep slipping down. As if he could understand what was going through your head, he let out a heavy, exasperated sigh.

Irritation rose swiftly again before you forced it away, watching as he jumped down halfway, landing on a rock jutted out of the dirt. He crouched down and held out his hand to you, once again raising his eyebrows in impatience, “C’mon now, daylight is burning.”

You pushed away the annoyance, shifting your light bag on your back before moving over to below where he was waiting for you, standing up on your tiptoes and holding your hand up toward him. 

Long, slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, and you nearly shivered at the feeling of his warm skin on yours but he didn’t give you the chance, pulling you up onto the rock with a sort of ease you did not expect—he was stronger than he looked.

Your face was hot yet again as he steadied you by the waist, body pressed close to his as you tried to make sure you didn’t fall off the small ledge. You hated how he seemed completely unbothered by the proximity, and the irritation began to brew yet again. His gaze darted up briefly to where he had been previously standing.

“Up you go,” he said offhandedly, and you didn’t really have time to register what he said before his hand dropped yours and came to your waist with his other hand. His fingers pressed deep into your skin as he helped you up the side of the slope, “Go on, pull yourself up.”

“I know,” you couldn’t help but snap back.

“Well then, do it,” he said right back, voice dry.

Letting out a sharp breath you did just that, pulling yourself up and brushing your clothes off as you rose back to your feet, looking around. You had figured there would be some sort of path up the slope but alas… everything still looked the same. Giant trees, brush and more brush. Green, green, green everywhere. 

It was anxiety-inducing, really, and you couldn’t help the way your heart rate started picking up again. You forced yourself to calm back down when you felt him join you at the top of the slope. He clicked his tongue sharply again as he passed right by you, walking through the brush as if he knew it like the back of his hand, following a path that only he could see, “What were you thinking coming out here all alone?” he asked and you bristled.

“I had a map,” you bit back and you could practically see the way he rolled his eyes even if his back was facing you.

“There is no map that can accurately trace the paths of the forest. They overgrow quickly, get washed out by floods. There is a reason that the Forest Watcher’s base is right at where the forest meets Liyue’s Chasm, perhaps you should have stopped there and you would have known that.”

“I didn’t come through the Chasm,” you said, “I came from the northwest. Traveled from Snezhnaya.”

He looked over his shoulder, giving you a once over, “You’re from Snezhnaya?” he questioned but before you could answer, he suddenly looked amused, “Well perhaps you should be awarded then, I don’t think I’ve ever quite seen someone manage to go completely around the city as you did. How you managed to get off path in Vanarana to get to the jungle and all the way down south nearly to the valley is a mystery to me.”

Your body went hot as embarrassment flooded your veins, you glared harshly at him but he was no longer paying attention to you, instead looking ahead again.

“Well, my most sincere apologies for not exactly being used to forests like these. Snezhnaya is a barren wasteland if you know any geography other than this stupid forest.”

“The forest is not stupid,” he countered immediately, shooting you a narrowed-eyed gaze, “Don’t be so childish insulting something just because you don’t understand it. Even the children in Vimara are better than that.”

Your lips parted in shock at the insult but he once again paid you no mind, only kneeling down to pick some berries. “How long were you wandering out here? Do you have any food left with you?” he asked, turning around to pass some berries to you as if he hadn’t just implied you were dull and childish. 

But you were hungry, and though your blood boiled beneath your skin, you swallowed your pride, “A couple hours, and no, I ran out. I didn’t pack enough, I guess.”

“Amateur mistake,” he muttered and you shot him a filthy look that he yet again ignored as he handed you the berries. You tried so hard to push the comment to the back of your head, hands nearly shaking as you brought the berries to your mouth. 

He was watching you in a way you did not like, and just as you were about to pop the berries into your mouth, his hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging it away harshly and making the berries fall to the ground. You stared at him, a litany of curses rising to your lips.

“You don’t even know how to tell poisonous berries from safe ones,” he accused and slowly, you realized that had been a test, a cloud of rage sweeping over your mind as you took a step closer to him.

“I thought they were safe because you handed them to me,” you spit out, jabbing your fingers into his chest. He looked unperturbed. 

“Perhaps you should be more observant, lack of attention will get you killed,” he chided you as if you were a child and your body shook with barely repressed anger as he held out another hand toward you. You refused to reach out and take whatever he was trying to pass over to you but he only reached down to grab your hand, dropping another bunch of berries into your hand as he kneeled down to pick up one of the ones he dropped. 

He held it up for you to look at, “What is the difference between the ones in your hand and the one in mine?”

You stared at him, genuinely wondering if you were about to get lectured on plant life in the middle of a jungle. He waited for you to respond, your throat felt tight and your nostrils flared as you inhaled deeply, realizing he wasn’t going to move until you answered the question and knowing you couldn’t get out of this place without him. 

Your eyes drew between the two berries, “The one in your hand is more vibrant.”

“Precisely,” he looked pleased with himself, “In this forest, never trust the bright colors--animals, fish, fungi or plants.”

Without another word, he kept walking and you were forced to follow behind him, feet dragging against the brush as you chewed and swallowed the non-poisonous berries. You stared at his back, jaw clenched tight as he walked ahead of you silently, occasionally checking back to make sure you were still following. After a few moments, you decided to speak up again.

“I have a meeting in Sumeru City tomorrow evening. It’s not something I can miss… please, take me to the quickest path to the city,” you forced out the word, briefly shutting your eyes.

“No,” he spoke so firmly that you weren’t sure you heard him correctly, “You-”

“You will take me to Sumeru City,” you interrupted, tone venomous, “I cannot miss this meeting-”

“I will not,” he said again, “You’ve been wandering around the forest too long on your own, if you happened to pass by one of the withering zones, the effects could kill you, even with a vision. I’ll bring you back to Gandharva so we can make sure you’re okay, and then once we’ve determined you are, I can bring you to Sumeru City.”

“I didn’t pass by a withering zone,” you did not even know what a withering zone was, “There’s no need-”

“Do you even know what a withering zone is?” he turned on his heel to look at you, lips twisted down. You did not answer. “That’s what I thought. If you’re that eager to die, then, by all means, I will take you to the path to the city. Are you?”

Your lips remained sealed, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. The prospect of death became all too real as he stared down at you expectantly. 

“Okay then,” he said after a few moments, “We’ll have to set up a camp, night is falling fast. Traveling through the forest at night is not wise.” 

You let out a shaky breath, nodding with him in agreement. He let out an approving hum as he looked around before moving a few yards to the right, shrugging his bag off of his shoulder and laying out what seemed to be a tent that he’d have to set up.

You didn’t know what to do except awkwardly stand there as you watched him set up the small tent, tail swishing behind him, ears twitching as he put together the poles that hold up the tent.

You realized you didn’t even know his name.

“Are you feeling any sort of weakness?” he asked absently as he continued to set up the tent, “Light-headedness? Fogginess? Are you able to summon elemental energy?” 

“No, no, no and…” your vision hummed at your side as you tried to summon electro, “and yes.”

“Good,” he said, “That’s a good sign. Of course, it could always hit later but…”

“How reassuring,” you said dryly, “What’s your name, anyway?” 

He looked back at you, surprised, “Tighnari… and yours?”

You told him your name quietly as he finished setting up the tent and rolling out a mat inside of it. Tighnari knelt in front of the tent, gathering up some wood to start a fire. He patted the space next to him and you bit your bottom lip, waiting a few seconds before making your way over, sitting down next to him. 

“What is Snezhnaya like?” Tighnari asked after you settled down, reaching into his bag to pull out what looked like a few bars of food and handing them to you. “I’ve never been.”

“Cold,” you said quietly, “and barren. Though I prefer it to this. There aren’t many cities either—just towns that surround the estates of the Harbingers and the wealthier people of Snezhnaya.”

Tighnari made a soft noise, closing his eyes as if he were trying to picture it, “You’ve never seen a forest like this before.”

“Snezhnaya is frozen all year round… I’m not sure if I ever saw grass before I left a week or two ago. I live in the northernmost part of Snezhnaya,” you admitted, watching Tighnari’s eyes open in surprise.

His head bounced back a bit so he could look at you, ears folding slightly at the sudden movement, “Really? That’s fascinating.”

His eyes were curiously trained onto you, and you couldn’t help the feeling that spread through you under his intense stare, looking away and down toward the small fire he had created--it was hot, so you weren’t really sure why it was necessary until he shifted to pull two oval canisters out of his bag.

“Incense,” he explained, “To keep away some of the more unwelcome critters. It’ll help you sleep better too.”

“Is it… safe to sleep out here?” you asked quietly. And you swore that you weren’t usually so cautious and nervous, but this was an unfamiliar situation for you and you did not like it. Not to mention the fact you were still thrown off from getting lost earlier and how that could have turned out.

“Hmm, I’ve done it a million times… well, not actually a million, but you know what I mean,” Tighnari said, “You’ll be okay. I’ll stay up to keep watch.”

“But don’t you need to sleep?” you asked, brows furrowed as you turned your head to look at him yet again. 

He waved you off, “We’ll make sure to get back to Gandharva tomorrow, I’ll let one of the other rangers take over my patrol. I doubt you’d be able to stay up even if you wanted to, you look exhausted.”

You frowned at the comment, looking down at yourself but Tighnari didn’t give you the chance to say anything about it. 

“You should go rest. I’ll be waking you up as soon as dawn breaks so we can start the trek back to Gandharva,” he said. You opened your mouth to protest but as if he could predict it, he turned his head to look at you, ears bouncing. “Now.”

You did not like being ordered around, not at all, actually, but you supposed that you didn’t have much ground to argue with him considering your situation. You let out a heavy sigh as you rose to your feet, slipping inside of the tent and placing your bag down as you curled up on the mat that Tighnari had laid out for you.

You could hear him rustling about outside of the tent, setting up the incense, and it was your only comfort as you lay down and realized just how dark it was. The night seemed to swallow the small fire that Tighnari had lit outside of the tent.

You hated the dark. It reminded you of all the nights you and Pantalone had spent freezing half to death on the side streets of Naveretrov when you were children. And although the Avidya Forest was the opposite of cold, you couldn’t help the way your body shivered at the reminder.

You tried to push it away, squeezing your eyes shut, forcing your mind away from the dark thoughts stirring, and focusing instead on the snarky ranger that saved your life. 

—

Tighnari wasn’t all bad, you decided after tossing and turning for hours. He had a mouth that was too big and far too sharp for him to back up, but you had to admit that it was refreshing compared to the respect your position demanded from the people of Snezhnaya and those who dealt with the Fatui. No one wanted to risk the wrath of Pantalone for disrespecting you, especially when people knew very well that Pantalone would shamelessly drag the other Harbingers right into the situation and it would turn into a very misfortunate conflict for the offender.

It was nice having someone who had no idea who you were or what your position back home was, even if it was a bit jarring, having someone who would talk to you freely as if you were any other random traveler that managed to get lost in the forest.

And if you ignored the snark and snide comments, which you weren’t even sure if he realized came out the way they did, he really was a good person. He went out of his way to help you, offered to stay up on watch all night so you could rest, gave you food, shelter over your head for the night… He stayed up and told you about the forest, and the desert, stories of some of his adventures around Sumeru when he realized you weren’t comfortable sleeping yet.

He was not bad at all, really, in fact, he might just be the exact opposite. And you hated the warm feeling that started to stir in your chest when you thought of him. 

After a few moments of considering what to do, you finally rolled off the mat and crawled out of the tent, rising to your feet to brush the dirt off that had stuck to your clothes.

You looked around, trying to spot him but you weren’t able to catch sight of him at first glance. And it was dark, you were sure it was still the middle of the night. The darkness seemed to smother any and all light around you. You could feel that anxiety begin to pool in your gut again, you could feel the shivers crawling up and down your spine despite the heat.

Your lips parted to call his name but the words dissolved when you looked to your left and caught sight of his familiar figure kneeling next to a small pond several yards away, right within a clearing that let the moon shine down against the water.

Oh, you swallowed thickly when you caught sight of the tiny smile on Tighnari’s lips as his fingers brushed what looked like a sort of lotus, gloves discarded somewhere next to him. The moon reflected prettily against his eyes, tail brushing the ground, and his ears twitched as he looked up suddenly, head turning in your direction.

“You should be asleep,” he noted. “We have a long hike tomorrow.”

“I can’t,” you said quietly, feet dragging against the grass as you made your way toward him, your mouth felt dry as you drew closer to him. He looked pretty under the moonlight, you couldn’t help but note, and you supposed night couldn’t be that bad if it brought you a sight like that.

“Is the incense bothering you?” Tighnari asked, brows furrowed in concern, “I’ve noticed it sometimes doesn't sit well with foreigner’s bodies, I suppose I should have set up a different one.”

“No no,” you said quickly, “it’s not the incense. I just… I have trouble at night, especially outdoors, it brings up bad memories. That’s all.”

“Hmm,” Tighnari said as he settled back down against the grass, “Understandable.”

He didn’t say anything else as returned his attention back toward the lotus. You stood there awkwardly for a moment before moving closer to him, taking a seat on the ground next to him—maybe a bit too close, you could feel his thigh brushing yours but he didn’t seem to mind.

“This is a Nilotpala Lotus,” he said quietly, and you looked down at the white and yellow lotus curiously, “It’s my favorite flower.”

“It’s pretty,” you told him, reaching out to touch the petals gently. 

“Mhm, isn’t it?” Tighnari agreed and you looked up at him, noticing how the green in his eyes sparkled beneath the moonlight. You tried to push away the feeling of your chest tightening, but you couldn’t.

You were just overtired, you told yourself, but you couldn’t drag your eyes away from Tighnari no matter how hard you tried, and you couldn’t help the way your mind began to wander even though you knew damn well it was wrong.

Wondering if his lips and skin were as soft as they looked, if his tongue would be as sharp as it was during the day when he was beneath you, if he would try to take control or if he’d lay back and let you do as you please.

Stop, you told yourself, shaking your head and looking away, breath just a little too quick as you turned your eyes up to the sky. You’re just tired.

“Are you okay?” Tighnari sounded concerned and you forced yourself to look at him again. You thought convincing yourself would be the hardest part but you realized very quickly that controlling yourself would be. “Are you feeling weak? Light-headed?”

You opened your mouth to agree, use it as a sort of excuse to go back to laying down before you did something rash, but the words that left your lips were not a murmur of agreement.

“No,” you said, and you felt overwhelmed as he leaned a little closer, the back of his hand pressing against your warm forehead. You wondered if his ears were sensitive, if he’d shudder beneath you when you ran your fingers against the soft fur. You wondered if his back would arch up into you and you wondered if his fingers would dig deep into your skin like they had when he helped you up the slope. “I’m okay.”

“You’re warm,” he spoke quietly to himself. You blamed the withering zone that you had been sure earlier you hadn’t walked past—it must somehow be causing you to feel this way. “Hm… no sweats or chills though. Does your body feel weak?”

But his face was close to yours now and you could barely concentrate. If you shifted forward just an inch… 

No, you told yourself again, don’t be rash.

But unfortunately, you had always been rash—neither you nor your brother were known for your self-control, a flaw that unfortunately seemed to be written in your family’s blood.

His lips were just as soft as they looked, you noted as you leaned in to press your lips against his. He let out a soft noise of surprise, your eyes were screwed shut but you knew his must be wide open as you brought one hand up to cup his cheek.

You were sure he was going to push you away once he realized what you were doing, but a sort of searing fire ran through your body when you noticed that instead of pushing you away, his hands had drifted to hover over your waist as if he wanted to touch you but wasn’t sure you wanted him to.

You brought your free hand down to one of his, grabbing it gently to lay it against your body and you could feel him inhale sharply as his grip on your waist instinctively tightened. His lips moved hesitantly against yours, and despite the hard grip on your waist, you could still feel the way his fingers were trembling.

He was nervous. The realization brought you more joy than it should have but there was a sort of satisfaction that bubbled in your chest at the sight of the forest ranger vulnerable that you did not expect.

You reveled in the way he chased your lips as you pulled away, and you reveled even more in the soft whimper that escaped his lips as you dragged your lips to the underside of his jaw, trailing slow, wet kisses down his jaw to his neck.

His hands were tense on your waist, “We, ah, we shouldn’t, I-I need to keep watch, and-“

“I can stop,” you said quietly, voice muffled against his skin but his grip on your waist tightened at your words, fingers digging into your flesh to hold you in place and you took that as an answer. 

You shifted closer to him, lips moving just a bit more eagerly when his hands wrapped around your thighs, helping you move to straddle his waist. You brought your hand to slide around the back of his head, fingers intertwining with soft strands of dark hair. You could feel his breath hot and heavy against the skin below your ear as you continued to kiss down his neck toward his collarbone—shifting the loose garb out of the way, letting it slip halfway off his shoulders. 

His breath hitched as your tongue lightly traced the hollow of his collarbone, hands sliding beneath your top so he could feel your skin against his. His nails were sharper than you expected, pressing crescents into your skin and you nearly hissed at the sting.

Slowly, you kissed back up his neck, teeth nicking his skin with each light suck of your lips. He let out a low keen as your lips ghosted up his body, and you smiled slightly when you felt his throat bob beneath your touch. You kissed the corner of his lips softly, waiting for him to let out another soft noise as he turned his face in your direction, pressing his lips against yours yet again. 

Your tongue darted out to swipe his bottom lip, and Tighnari’s lips parted instinctively for you, you cupped the back of his neck, holding him as close as possible as you deepened the kiss. Your lips slid together messily as you pressed your tongue down on his, swallowing the barely audible whines he continued to let out.

He rocked his hips up against yours and your eyes fluttered shut when you felt him grind his cock up between your thighs, pulling back to watch as he tossed his head back against the grass at the minimal friction

You brought your fingers up to brush against his cheekbone, “You’re so sensitive, Tighnari,” you murmured, watching as he looked up at you through his lashes, eyes dilated, lips swollen and pink and wet, parted as he let out quick pants. “Has anyone ever touched you like this before?”

His eyes looked half glassy as he shook his head and you reached out, cupping his cheek and forcing him to look you in the eye, “Do you want this?” you asked quietly, waiting for a response. He nodded, but you only raised your eyebrows, trying to smother a smile when you noticed his hips bucking beneath yours again already. “Do you?”

“I do,” he gasped out, “I do, I do, I do.”

“Mkay,” you murmured, shifting down his body to unlace his pants. He lifted his head off the ground, neck craning to watch you as you undid his pants just enough to free his cock of its confines. You watched as it slapped up against his abdomen, tip flushed and pretty and leaking more precum than you thought was possible. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as you leaned down, pressing your lips to his tip only for a moment, listening as he let out a choked, shaky breath, as a dull thud met your ears signaling his head dropping back against the ground. 

“So damn sensitive,” you say softly to yourself as you shuffle back up his body to straddle his hips, making sure to shift your own pants off, cupping his cheeks with both of your hands, “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” Tighnari was all but sobbing at this point, trying to rock his hips up into you to get any sort of relief. “I’m sure.”

And that was all you needed to sink down on his cock. You were barely able to hold your eyes open to watch the way Tighnari’s jaw went slack as his cock buried deep inside of you--the stretch nearly making your eyes roll back. 

Oh fuck, you thought to yourself, biting back a moan as Tighnari’s hips jerked up suddenly, tip brushing up against your cervix. His body was shaking and shuddering beneath yours, skin beaded with sweat and face having fallen limp to the side as he tried and failed to regain any sense of control over himself.

Your hands trailed down from his cheeks to his chest, nails tracing a light circle around his nipples, watching as his abdomen spasmed and another pretty moan escaped his lips. 

This wasn’t exactly safe, you noted absently as his slim fingers returned to curling around your thighs, holding you tight. Tighnari was loud, and while it was unlikely any other humans were around you were still out in the open but…

But you weren’t sure you’d be able to stop even if you wanted to.

One of your hands slid back up to his face, two fingers pressing against his puffy lips and you felt distinctly pleased as he parted his lips for you right away, letting you push your fingers into his mouth and press down on his tongue.

Slowly, you began to rock your hips against his—the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls and his tongue swirling around your fingers had heat spreading through your body fast, you could feel his moans muffled against your fingers, the way his hips rocked up to an erratic and uneven pace to try to meet yours.

He was pretty, was all you could really think as you struggled to not let your eyes squeeze shut so you could watch him--watch how drool pooled at the corner of his lips, how his eyes were half-rolled back and tearing up, hair splayed out beneath him and bangs sticking to his forehead, skin flushed from his cheeks all the way down to his chest. Your breath was heavy and shaky as you watched his ears unconsciously twitch and fold with each roll of your hips. 

You leaned forward, the fingers of your free hand grazing his left ear and the sound he let out was absolutely obscene, back arching up against you, the pace of his hips becoming even more erratic. He was trying to speak but his voice was slurred and barely coherent and muffled around your fingers, “Feels’good, s’good, ‘m s’hot, s’hot, ‘m’nna die.”

Tighnari let out a whimper as you pulled your fingers from his mouth, replacing them with your lips so you could press a heated kiss to his, swallowing each and every moan and whine that slipped from his lips, letting your hand trail down to his neck so you could wrap it around gently, only barely squeezing.

But even then, the feather-light action seemed to have him careening right over the edge, hips bucking up into you faster than you could keep up now, fingers digging into your hips as he chased his own high. Each snap of his hips had you letting out breathy moans into his mouth, had your eyes fluttering shut, had your head fuzzy and your body weak as you failed to try to retain any semblance of control.

You could feel every inch of his cock as he fucked it deep inside you--your grip on his neck and hair were the only thing keeping you stable on top of him. You could feel the heat pooling in your lower abdomen, coiling tight; you could feel him moaning into your mouth, you could feel the way they were becoming faster, more high-pitched as he pushed himself closer and closer to the edge, as he felt your walls flutter and squeeze around his cock. 

“Oh god,” you half-sobbed into his mouth, body shaking as you tried to meet each of his thrusts, “Oh god, Tigh-Tighnari, ‘m gonna cum, ‘m s’close.”

You weren’t even sure he was understanding what you were saying, he looked entirely out of it. One particularly sudden thrust of his hips had his hip bone grinding up against your clit and your breath caught, eyes knocking back as the unanticipated friction sent you spiraling, body tensing, crying out as you buried your face into his neck, mind numb and blank as you came all over his cock.

Tighnari let out a string of garbled, incoherent pleas at the feeling of your walls tightening as you came around him, his tail curling around one of your thighs. His hips stuttered and stilled against yours as he followed you soon after, cumming deep inside of you, stuffing you full of his cum with a near-pornographic moan.

You felt hot, and weak, and full. You could feel Tighnari’s cum leaking from around where his cock was still lodged inside of you, warm and sticky as it dripped down your thigh. Your body trembled on top of his, trying to hold back whimpers as his cock twitched inside of you.

His eyes were glazed over as he stared up at the sky, limp against the ground, chest heaving. So damn pretty, you couldn’t help but think again as the moon reflected against his eyes, casting an ethereal glow over his skin. His skin was sticky with sweat and his hair messy and strewn all over his face. You reached out to brush some of his hair out of his eyes, swallowing thickly as he leaned into your touch.

“We should get back to the tent,” you said quietly. Dawn would break soon, and though the prospect of the sight of him splayed out beneath the glow of the rising sun was tempting enough to make you want to stay, you knew it wasn’t an option.

Tighnari let out a soft noise as your words slowly registered, and you bit down on your bottom lip as you let your fingers brush up to his ears again, running your fingers against one of them. You could feel his chest rumble just barely beneath you, eyes fluttering shut at your touch.

After a few moments, you winced as you slid off of him, helping him relace his pants and pull on your own before you shifted to the edge of the water, wondering if you could just go in there to wash up.

You hesitated when you felt a pair of eyes boring into the back of your head. You turned around to face Tighnari again. He was leaning up on his elbows now, his top still hanging off his shoulders, watching you expectantly. He was waiting for something.

“What?” you asked, and he only looked down at the water briefly before his gaze flickered back up to yours.

“There are fungi in that pond,” he said, and you blanched at his words, “they’re rather aggressive. If you had listened to me a few hours ago when I was telling you about the forest, you would know that.”

You stared at him, remembering how he had been staring at you so expectantly, “Were you waiting for me to go in?” Tighnari did not answer your question, which was an answer in itself considering he didn’t shut up any other time. “You’re unbearable.”

“You would have brought it on yourself,” Tighnari said, “I did warn you, you just weren’t listening when I told you.”

The pleasant buzz of the aftermath of your high long gone, you scowled furiously as you rose to your feet, grabbing him by the bicep and hauling him to his feet.

“You are going to find me water to wash up in and then you will bring me to Sumeru City,” you said as you dragged him back toward the tent.

“If you want to go to the city, you will find your own way because I am taking you back to Gandharva, the more you speak the more it makes me think you did go near a withering zone.”

“What is that supposed to mean? … Hey, answer me.”

[hxiaos]

"𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗠𝗬 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧?"

❁ heizou is craving your attention and love after coming home from a long day of work feat. heizou x fem! reader

❁ a/n: this is from my collab event with blue which you can find here!

❁ warnings: nsfw : soft heizou n needy heizou : touch starved! heizou : cumming inside : kinda sleepy sex in the beginning : he's whipped lolol

being a detective was everything heizou wished to be, and of course, said wish coming true since as of now— he has been known to be a remarkable detective with outstanding unique skills. One of the main struggles in your relationship was the difference in schedules the both of you shared, hence why he was very much delighted to finally be off work for tonight, meaning he’s finally able to see that pretty smile of yours.

it was already late at night, the way he opened the door was carefully, trying his hardest to prevent himself to cause any commotion when he knew you were probably already in a deep slumber. Heizou’s assumption was turned true once he slowly walked into the bedroom the both of you shared and archons, he hated himself very much right now. Truth is, heizou was riled up all day, his cock hard against his pants and craving for your attention yet he knew it would already be night once he‘s actually home. He’s quick to wiggle himself out of his work clothes, putting on some comfy garments instead before finally plunging next to you on the bed, the soft bedsheets engulfing his figure which was very much tired right now, muscles sore from working all day yet the attention in his lower area wouldn‘t going away. 

he turned to you, his sleeping beauty, watching your chest heave up and down so calmly while he noticed that you were indeed wearing one of his shirts. "Is that my shirt?" the way heizou was rolling that sentence from his tongue was mixed with some sort of smirk on his face— utterly pleased by your looks he advanced forward to spoon you, his arm lazily thrown over your body while you huffed out lovingly at the familiar feeling, yet your eyes still remained closed.

you‘re fucking adorable, he figured, pulling you closer against his embrace when he uncontiousely started to move his hips against you lightly, only a bit with barely any strength behind his doings before nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. The slow rutting was able to stir you from your sleep at some point as you fluttered your eyes open to the barely lit up room, rubbing the sleep of your face to feel the man against you breathe harshly against your neck.

"heizou?" your voice was whiny and still sleepy, since you just woke up, yet the moment heizou heard you he couldn’t be happier. You were finally awake now! He was so needy for your touches yet he still felt bad that he really did end up waking you from your sleep. "yes, darling?“ you could feel that big smirk on his face again, didn‘t even have to turn around to feel him grin against your figure before he picked up on pace, his hips now rutting against the plush of your ass with an even faster speed but still rather carefully.

now that you were finally awake he really didn’t care any longer, "i missed you so much." heizou‘s sentence was voiced in a desperate and whiny demeanor, making multiple shivers run down your spine when his rough tongue traced a straight like from the back of your neck until it hit your earlobe. You’re panting, chest heaving up and down as your skin shivered from his mere touches. You're turning around to face the man behind you, rubbing the sleep of your eyes before showing him a bright smile in return.

your arms are looped around his neck to pull him closer, engulfing his lips in your own and kissing him lovingly, prying your tongue out to circle it around his own wet muscle. Heizou's hands were placed tightly on your hips, tracing over your natural curves before finally hooking your panties up to meet your throbbing cunt. It was warm and aching, craving for his touches before he swirled his pointer finger over the desperate bundle of nerves teasingly, resulting in you moaning out heavily against the kiss. You‘re lazily kicking your panties off your feet before pulling him closer into your embrace.

heizou retracted himself a bit so he'd now hover over you, guiding your legs so you'd wrap them around his hips before lowering himself to kiss you passionately. He’s sliding his pants down until they hit his knees, freeing his cock to the cold room which had a shiver run past his body.The kiss— which was sloppy at first, turned into a heated make out session as you could feel his tip prod teasingly over your hole. "please." you're whining, unhappy that heizou would still tease you now despite the fact that he literally woke you up from your sleep because of him being so needy tonight. With a quick grin he pouted his lips apathetically, "don't worry." he's panting, "leave it to me." it didn't take him much to shut you up, his tip now pushing past the wetness until he felt you suck him in already.

you're a panting mess once he's fully sheathed into you, girth throbbing around your walls as you made sure to clench around him dearly, his fat vein grazing over your delicate flesh and hitting all those right sweet spots he knew you were very much going crazy over. Heizou was your ultimate worshipper, he would give his everything in any moment, in his life, any minute, his vision showing truly that once he's locking gazes with your heartfelt eyes. You're looking up at him through your lashes, truly lost in the feeling of his warmth radiating inside of you.

he's smiling unexpectedly out of joy, reassurance and utter love which only you were able to give him. "I love you." he's chanting now, "I love you so much." his face was hiding in the crook of your neck and leaving open mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin up to you collarbone, simultaneously with the steady thrusts he was going for now. Heizou would make sure to grind himself deeper into your cunt whenever he'd be fully sucked in by you, rolling his eyes back whenever your pulsating walls would hold him in. He's so alert in the moment, doing his best to be present and cherish your body like no other.

you were so perfect in his eyes, body spread out for him while he's hovering over your figure, passion filled and animated. Your arms cradle around his neck to pull him closer into a kiss, tongue prodding against his own when you eagerly tasted him on your lips. His erection was growing harder inside of you, pace picking up as the both of you moaned into the lewd kisses, not daring to break it off. He's showing your hips down the mattress with one of his hands to be able to gain a deeper entrance into your tight hole. You could feel the infamous tight clench deep in your gut form and threaten to break and so did heizou. Toes curling with each snap forward of him.

he was aware of your body like no other, could always exactly decipher on when you were about to climax around him. One of the signs coming true once dozen amounts of your juices were staining his shaft, a faint ring of white decorating and circling around his shaft once he's holding your legs up to throw them over his shoulders. Your spine arches against him, pleasure getting pumped even deeper into your veins as you scrunched your eyes shut to properly taste the feelings he was inflicting on you. Your body was trembling now, blood rushing through your veins when you practically tasted your release on your tongue.

"heizou, baby." you're whining, eyes blurred as you blinked to get rid of the blur, "I'm so close." you're moaning out screaming, his name chanting like a lost prayer as he pulled forward so his lips would meet the shell of your ear, "I know darling, I can feel you." he's finishing said sentence of with a grin, a wide one at that. He was clearly enjoying himself very much right now, truth be told he has been fantasizing about this moment for days, finally being able to fuck your brains out without a single care in the world.

"how do you want me?" voicing that in between harsh pants, heizou was close as well but he wouldn't forgive himself if he was to come undone before you, proceeding in hooking his fingers against your clit to stimulate you harder, the fast swiping movements threatening to turn your mind hazy and blank. "I don't care." you were screaming out, lifting your hand poorly to touch him and pull him closer to your embrace again in which he obliged happily to. Heizou was quick to bring you to your orgasm and as it hit you you weren‘t able to keep yourself from shivering, biting down on your lower lip to throw your head back.

his sweat covered body was flat against your own as you arched your back into him, crying out soft reassurances of love and praise to the man above you as he spilled his seed into your tight cunt that was nowhere near loosening up, still sucking him in and taking everything he has given you. You couldn't move underneath him, his body almost crushing you as you twisted your arms around his figure, not giving a single flying fuck that he was still very much buried deep inside of your cunt. "you feel so good," your voice is lower in pitch, throat stained from all the screaming prior as he heard a sound of happiness underneath your tone.

heizou wasn't saying anything back to you, didn't need to since you felt how he was feeling about you every single second of the both of you being together. Your body simply gave up on you, the painfully slow buzzing carried on through your limbs, deeply strained as heizou slipped out of you, propping himself up with his arms before laying down next to your figure, looping his arm around your waist to pull you closer into his embrace with a big smile on his face. He's so happy right now, calming himself in his afterglow as he carefully watched you doze off in a careless sleep again.

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[hxiaos]

Is that my shirt, cutie?~

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* they’re just a lil excited~*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Part 1/2 of my bloru sweet’n’spice collab event submission! Hehe <3 how fun! Fem!reader x Gorou and Thoma (separate) mentions of sweat/scent kinks, stealing dirty clothes, masturbation, teasing, somno (consent given off screen lol)

Gorou couldn’t believe he got to come home early today! His original goal had been to surprise you but when he threw the door open, expecting an excited gasp and warm kisses, he was met with a quiet house. He visibly sagged in disappointment though that didn’t last long. Being the praise driven sweetheart he is, he decided to pick up around the house and make you lunch- that sounded like a fun enough surprise! Selfishly, he was aware that you’d shower him in attention as thanks for taking initiative like this- the thought of you kissing his face, sweetly murmuring ‘what a good boy~’ against his cheek had his tail wagging and face heating up. So he got to work, humming while putting away laundry, organizing as he went.

When he started to make your bed, that’s when he got distracted. He found himself taking a moment to curl up on your side of the bed, smiling to himself as your scent clouded his senses. Fruity shampoo, floral lotion and the ever-remaining smell of sweat from your shared activities the night before. This morning, before the two of you had parted ways, he’d laid in bed as you changed into your outdoor clothes… Your pajama shirt still laid on top of the blankets where you’d left it. Last night he had fucked you from behind, trapping you in his arms, not allowing you shift away to take off your clothes. The shirt still reeked of sex, sweat and you. No no, this was far too shameful… He can’t get excited like this...

Gorou frowned at the fabric in his hands, his face flushed and cock hard just from your scent alone (poor baby gets riled up far too easily). That feeling of shame melted away as soon as he decided to give in. You were probably going to be gone for awhile, he figured he had some time to kill between chores so why not he self indulgent. He brought the shirt to his face, taking a deep breath. Your scent assaulted his brain, turning him dumb, forcing him to succumb to his instincts. He curled himself back into your blankets, taking deep, desperate breaths as his free hand shoved past his waistband. Gorou cried out as he jerked himself at an almost painful pace. This desire had washed over him so quickly it nearly gave him whiplash! Oh it hurt- it felt so good, he didn’t want it to stop- it wasn’t enough. He pitifully rutted into his fist, moaning and drooling all over your shirt as he did. You had him trained so well that he struggled to cum without you… no one could make him feel as good as you did. So he whined, gritting his teeth as he got so so close to finally feeling that sweet release but he just couldn’t get there-

“Is that my shirt, cutie?~” Gorou didn’t have the energy to look up at you, nor did he think he could handle seeing that teasing smile on your face “Aw, looks like you missed me,” Your cool hand trailed up the back of his shirt, rubbing soothing circles into his sweaty skin “How long have you been like this, baby? Looks like you need some help” all the general can do is nod and reach out towards you, pawing at your thigh with a soft ‘please’. You’d have to be straight up evil to say no to him, you hardly ever do, especially when he whines your name so nicely. So, with little fanfare, you strip and slide into bed with him. You hadn’t had time to shower, you’d just gotten home after all, and the smell of the outdoors clung to your soft skin. Gorou wasted no time in pinning you down, licking and sucking at your neck, jaw, collarbones- he pushed your legs apart to rut against you, moaning desperately in your ear- for archons sake, he was acting like a starved dog! as if he hadn’t already fucked you for hours the night before.

When he finally sank into you, tears of relief trickled down his cheeks ‘yes… yes thank you- need you so bad- thank you’ he punctuated his thrusts with whiny, mindless words, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You gripped the sheets beneath you as he rocked your bodies together with a ferocity you rarely saw outside of his ruts. A hands wandered away from your hip, shakily reaching out to untangle your fingers from the sheets so he could hold your hand. His grip was strong and only tightened, breath hitching, as he came. It never took much for him to cum, you could get him to cum in his pants easily on most normal days though today was obviously not normal, considering his behavior. Gorou groaned as he tried to catch his breath, gently rocking his hips into you despite the sensitivity “G-gimme a second I’ll return the favor- I promise,” he breathed, “Sorry… I didn’t mean to I…” you stroked his hair as he struggled to put words together, pressing a kiss to his sweaty temple

“What got you so riled up?” You ask, arching into him. You could feel him smirk against your skin as he reached over for the shirt you just took off. He took a deep breath, rubbing his cheek against the fabric “You smell real good… think you’re ovulating” His statement made you flush in embarrassment, not knowing that he could smell that… “Can we go another round? Please? I’ll make you feel so good, I promise” Those puppy eyes would be the death of you…

———

Thoma is dedicated to keeping the Kamisato estate clean, it’s his job after all. He keeps the bathroom spotless, the kitchen sparkling, the floors free of scuffs and the garden weedless (though not naku weedless). He also keeps his own living space relatively clean, mostly to show off to you. Lady Ayaka’s trusted secretary getting married to Lord Ayato’s favorite housekeeper. Some would say there’s a strange power balance in your relationship but those people were only outsiders looking in. Behind closed doors, the two of you fit together perfectly. Your work schedules clashed (and left him quite tired by the end of the day) but when you were together, it was all warm cuddles in bed and secret shared desserts after sundown. The Kamisatos knew of your relationship and permitted you two to continue to live with them until you felt ready to get a place of your own in the city.

Lady Ayaka had been invited to a gala at Watatsumi Island. Naturally, you were brought along which meant being apart from your husband for a full three weeks. Thoma wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he missed you :( he was used to holding you in his arms as he slept, so much so that he couldn’t even fall asleep without hugging something anymore. To try and squash the feeling of loneliness at night, he decided to sleep with your shirt over his pillow. The silky fabric against his cheek and the scent of sleep that clung to your blankets helped to lull him into dreamland in those nights you were away from him.

‘Dreamland’ was treating him well tonight. Your warm hands ghosted down his chest, your glossy lips leaving glittery kisses down his abdomen. The way you handled him got him flustered, oh so painfully hard. He buried his face into the pillow, rubbing himself against the bed as he dreamed of you. Oh archons you’re so beautiful. The dress you wore was hardly a dress with the way the front was wide open and the ‘skirt’ didn’t cover a single bit of you, it was just a single ruffle if anything. “Lay back, Thoma” he moaned as you said his name like that “Allow me to take care of you after allllll of your hard work lately~”

Your beloved was truly a sight to behold, rutting against the mattress and moaning your name in his sleep. You were going to surprise him with an early arrival but it seems you’d be able to surprise him in a different way. Ever so quietly, you peeled your clothes off and slid into bed behind him, reaching around him to rub his cockhead through his boxers. His breath stuttered at the contact, unintelligible begging muffled by the pillow. “I bet you’ve been so good while I’ve been away,” you whisper, pressing your body against his back “I’m glad you’re having sweet dreams~ They better be about me” he seems to react to your voice, another muffled moan followed a low grunt. You helped him roll onto his back, being careful to not wake him up before his surprise, and slid his underwear down his thighs. His cock springs free, you imagine he’s probably been like this for awhile with how sensitive he is to your touch, the way he arches so desperately into your hand at the slightest bit of attention

Thoma is entranced by you, watching with half lidded eyes as you ride him. He wants to reach up and play with your tits but his arms feel like lead so he lays there uselessly, crying from the pleasure as you pick up the pace. He hasn’t had sex in awhile, he’s held off on masturbating too, wanting to give you all he had once you returned. That familiar feeling of heat settled in his abdomen, his muscles clenching as he neared release. You were so tight, so hot, so real, so-

“Thoma~” you say his name again but this time it’s different, it’s like you’re calling for him through a tunnel “Thoma, baby open your eyes- oh honey don’t cry” His pretty green eyes flutter open, slutty tears slipping down his flushed cheeks as he looks up at you- the real you this time, not dreamland you. No wonder this was the most realistic sexual dream he’s ever had, it really was you riding him. His hands flew up to grip your thighs, a guttural sound escaping his throat as you tugged at his hair “Cum for me” you tell him, it was a demand he was happy to comply with. 3 weeks worth of pent up feelings finally escaped him, filling you with his thick, hot release. He cried out wordlessly, panting and drooling as he did. Thoma was absolutely fucked out, poor thing… But you still had to have your own happy ending as well

“Did you miss me?” You asked later as he pulled you against his chest. “Of course I did. Thought about you constantly” he whispered, resting his head on top of yours “it’s kinda humiliating that you saw me like that…” you merely laughed against his skin, shifting to look up at him again. Something caught your eye, something that you didn’t immediately notice earlier. His pillow was purple instead of grey

“Is this my shirt? Man, you really missed me huh~” “H-honey! Quit teasing me, please go to sleep”

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"𝗗𝗢𝗡‘𝗧 𝗣𝗨𝗦𝗛 𝗠𝗬 𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗦."

❁ "don‘t push my buttons." feat. childe : pantalone : scaramouche : ayato x fem! reader

❁ a/n: this is from my collab event with blue which you can find here!

❁ warnings: nsfw : kinda possessive ?? : they‘re jealous

❁ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

"you're a feisty one, aren't you?" he’s silent, childe is brushing his lips over your body, prodding his tongue out lightly to slide it across your sensitive skin which was already quivering from his touch alone, "yet don't push my buttons, you here me?" he's so angry right now, how dare you flirt with someone in front of him, not to mention so fucking bluntly, didn't he taught you better than this?

"just flirting like that in front of my poor poor eyes." ajax is getting harsher now, his growing erection throbbing against your cunt when he continued to rut himself against you. His mouth was brushing against your own, advancing forward to bite down on your lower lip while pulling back again. Your breathing is hitched, panting mess underneath the man above you. You could curse him, yet nothing escaped past your throat, unable to voice your annoyance. Childe was just way too attractive right now, handsome and the biggest tease you know. In a way it was almost adventurous to get on his nerves every now and then. You‘d never know how he‘d react since he‘s good at keeping his playful demeanor up. Yet today was one of those rare days where ajax actually voiced his concerns, just desperately showing just how crazy is over you.

❁ 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘

pantalone was hovering over your body like a mad man, examining your figure while tracing the soft curves of your hips. You're slowly unraveling underneath him, much to your disliking. Truth be told you couldn't stand him, yet how was he able to make you feel like this every single time. It always ended in the same way, meaning in you getting your brain fucked out by him. It was almost embarrassing in a way, you weren't able to decipher the feeling you were holding onto right now.

"don‘t do that anymore." he‘s silent, barely making his sentence hearable to your ears, "don‘t push my buttons." you‘re gulping out as he let go of the sentence with a click of his tongue. His body was now pressed hard on top of yours, throbbing cock straining hard against his dresspants as he started to hump himself against your warmth with lewd snaps forward of his body. Pantalone wasn‘t quite sure if you really deserved to be fucked by him right now, your obvious brattiness could be quite a sweet treat to the man, yet even he had a line that shouldn‘t be crossed at all times— you were very much aware of that. Your legs are rising up higher now so he‘d have a better opportunity to nestle himself comfortably in your thighs, movements never faltering on your clothed pussy as he continued to get himself off to you.

❁ 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘

scaramouche was guiding your head up and down his hard length— that was straining your throat with every thrust, "don‘t." he‘s cutting off his sentence with his own harsh panting against you, "don‘t push my buttons, i‘m warning you." he made sure that his voicing was threatening, deep and angry so you were aware that he wasn‘t in fact bluffing but taking said sentence very serious.

you weren't expecting him to shower you with words of encouragements anyways, yet even you couldn't help yourself and be a bit bratty when scaramouche wasn't exactly giving you much attention. You're picking up where you had left off while he was sitting back, your hand tight on his shaft and stroking painfully slow circling movements whenever your mouth would bob up his cock. You're hollowing your cheeks before pulling him back in, the vibrations of your faint moans around his girth was making it hard for scaramouche to remain a stoic expression. He didn't want to smirk or visualize that he was very much enjoying this right now, biting back yet another groan before thrusting his hips up your mouth again, toes curling while his goosebumps rose up his skin from the sudden approach of his orgasm.

❁ 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢

ayato pressed the tip of his tongue against your sobbing entrance— which was already coated with your sinful wetness. He‘s truly lost in your taste, it‘s so gooey and sweet around his tongue, lapping up the slick that you gave him generously while looking up at you through his lashes. Your whines were muffled by your hand, yet he could hear well enough to know you‘re obviously enjoying yourself.

your moans grew louder but sharply stopped once ayato refrained from your warmth, crawling over your body until his lips met your own, "stop doing that." his voice is hazy, yet it made you shiver slightly, digging your teeth against the plush of your underlip, "what?" truth be told you were aware on what he was pointing out towards. You were really outdoing yourself today, flirting with thoma in front of his eyes wasn‘t something you always did. Yet you figured, why not? it‘s only fun to see the oh so stoic yashiro commissioner become furious at the sight. "don‘t push my buttons." your trembling thighs tensed up once ayato spread them open further, his dress pants becoming stained with your slick yet he didn‘t care, only fantasizing about numerous ways to ruin you tonight. You‘re jerking your hips up after feeling his erection push against your cunt, ayato couldn‘t help it but grin hazily at you because of your current desperate state, truly nothing could beat this in his eyes.

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“𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞?”

NSFW // MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY)

pairing: ayato, pantalone, alhaitham, childe x f!reader (separately)

warnings: [ayato: choking, possessive, vaginal penetration, praise, fingers in mouth, slight exhibitionism] [pantalone: implied client/paid worker relationship, fingering, one instance of clit slapping] [alhaitham: gag, slight bondage, degradation, cunnilingus, punishment, overstimulation, slight dumbification] [childe: established relationship, welcome home sex, slight marking, cumming inside]

tea’s note: my submission for “Bloru’s Sweet ‘n Spice Writing Collab” hosted by @anantaru​ and @bluexiao​, thank you for letting me join! 

for the prompt “sing for me?” enjoy <3

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・✶ ｡ﾟ heizou likes to kiss you when he cums.

꒰ this is my submission piece for @anantaru + @bluexiao sweet + spice collab . . . fank yew for letting me join !!! ꒱ ♱ warnings — f!reader, pussyjobs, handjobs, my very :/ characterisation of bby heizou who i need to build, exhibitionism < 3

“o-oh my, that feels good—“ heizou gasps from where he’s laying under you while you straddle his lap, more than content with the way you’re currently rubbing your pussy along the length of his cock.

it wasn’t uncommon for you to spend his quieter days on the job in the same place you are right now, enjoying each other’s company under the same tree, in the beautiful scenic spot where your boyfriend used to come to read alone before he met you — it’s far enough from inazuma city for you both to remain undisturbed, but the same, comforting atmosphere still hangs calmly in the space where you both exhale.

however to spend it this way — your arms hooked around heizou’s shoulders while you rub your puffy folds along his cock, whispering and keening when you feel it throb and thicken against your clit, was not what you had planned.

it had started innocently at first, your legs hooked over his thighs as he read, letting his fingers trace shapes along your calves while you both basked in the serenity the shaded spot gave you. but then you shuffled closer and it was almost instinctive the way he guided you onto his lap, although he didn’t expect the familiar heat of your cunt over his clothed cock to make him quite as mindless so quickly.

“oh, my my—you’re really, mmm.. good at this.” heizou sighs as he lets his head fall back against the tree he’s currently propped up against, and his thigh tremble from where they’re pinned underneath you at the next hypnotic roll of your pussy along his cock.

you’re soft and warm, and his fingers squeeze into the dip of your waist as he helps to rock you along the length of him, a hushed groan vibrating behind his lips when he feels the bump of your clit graze along his swollen tip.

heizou feels your fingertips pet along his shoulders before they’re twisting in his hair and pulling, and call it.. intuition, or the way he can feel the way your slick is smearing along his cock and mixing with his pre-cum, but he knows you’re close. the mess between you both only easing every lewd swirl of your hips as you gasp and sigh, your pussy clenching so tight he can feel that too when he helps you grind against him.

for someone who’s job is using his brain, he can’t deny the way the push and pull of your body makes him unable to even think as his grip on your skin grows tighter. there’s a blush that feels fuzzy along his skin when he blinks up at you to give you a half-lidded look of carnal need, and his voice catches on his next groan before he’s meeting every grind of your hips with long thrusts of his own.

your toes flex from where they’re hooked over heizou’s thighs when you feel the blunt tip of his cock catch along your puffy clit, making your nails dig into his scalp and when the sensation mixes with the soft, bouncing motion of your body along his cock he almost feels delirious.

your body feels like silk along his, his cock glistening everytime you rock your hips back, and the sight alone makes his head spin when he sinks back deeper — watching your eyes flutter as your fingers trace down to wrap around the sensitive head of his cock and angle it higher, letting you hump your pussy along it so prettily, easing your movements while his hands wander and squeeze at your body.

“a-at this rate, i wont last long—mmmph!” heizou feels dizzy with every greedy swirl of your clit along the sensitive nerves of his cock as you gasp, and the way you moan for him doesn’t do him any favours when they drip through his spine, making his desperate, needy ruts against your body grow faster. it only takes a few more wet bounces of your pussy along his cock until your whole body slackens, and he pulls you against his chest when your orgasm makes you melt into him.

he can feel the way your slick is intensifying as you cum, your thighs twitching over his as he eases his cock through your folds — helping you ride out your orgasm as you slur praises and half hormone-drunken pants of his name into his ear. but every ethereal sound that falls from your lips only sends him closer to the edge of his own release, before you’re easing yourself back slightly to squeeze your fingers around his cock once more.

you hear heizou’s breathing hitch before he’s groans when you give his cock a few long, languid pumps with your palm — squeezing along the sensitive glands as you use the accumulated mix of your release and his pre-cum to ease your strokes. every twist of your wrist makes him breathless, panting as something delightful feels like it bursts down his thighs and he feels his abdomen flex on his next inhale—god, he’s going to cum.

“c-can—hnnmgh! can you kiss me?” he gasps, legs stiffening as his fingertips dig into your thighs and you continue to pump his cock, but he feels your lips curl with soft delight against his skin before you’re trailing kisses along his cheeks, sighing when your lips finally find his own just in time for you to swallow his shameless, low whine when he cums.

the first streak of his load is warm when it lands along your fingertips, the rest painting the flexing, toned muscles of his abdomen as he sucks languidly on your tongue. his mouth moving in messy tandem with your own, and heizou wishes he could remain here forever as his hand hooks along the back of your neck to pull you closer.

he only pulls away when he’s twitching from overstimulation, his lips curling into a softer sort of grin as his eyes close in a content sort of bliss. he feels drowsy when the remaining light from the sun feels like it warms you both, but he still finds the energy to stretch his arm behind his head before he’s pulling you closer to kiss you again with the other as he giggles.

“hmm.. i suppose we better get cleaned up, but i think we both deserve a rest together before then, don’t you?”

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A HELPING HAND // al haitham

summary: you've been having pent up sexual feelings towards your roommate for a while now, so one day when you thought you were alone, you pleasured yourself but you had no idea al haitham was still in the apartment...

mature content warnings:

fem!reader, voyeurism, solo masturbation, fingering, some begging, praise + degradation, teasing, nipple play, size kink, creampie

you couldn't really explain it very well.

you couldn't explain why, all of a sudden, that handsome face of your roommate started to appear in such dirty dreams. you couldn't explain the way your whole body heats up when you cuddle and watch shows together - even though you've already been doing that for months prior.

you had no idea why you'd freeze up when he comes out of the shower with just a towel around his waist and his wet hair falling in front of his face. you didn't know why you wondered what he'd be like in bed - how big is he? how would he touch you? how good can he make you feel?

the pent up desire was becoming too much of a burden, and you'd always feel so worked up at the wrong times. sometimes all it took was just the smell of his cologne to drive you crazy.

it had been over a week since you last pleasured yourself, and you felt like your body was about to burst into flames. you laid in bed, straining to keep yourself from touching even though you knew your panties were already wet. you remembered he was leaving for work in a few minutes, so you tried to hold off until he left.

just a few more minutes, you thought. you felt like a dog who was just out of reach of a bone.

so when you heard the front door slam, it was a frenzy of practically tearing your shorts and shirt off.

thank god, thank god, thank god.

you laid back on your pillow, spreading your legs after slipping your ruined panties off your thighs. you slid your finger between your soaked folds, your clit pulsing under your touch.

god, it was almost embarrassing how horny you were thinking about your roommate. it's so shameful getting caught staring or having to fight off the urge to kiss him when you cuddle and watch movies together. your pent up feelings were beyond help - all you could do was close your eyes and pretend.

pretend that the person's fingers slipping into your pussy right now were his. pretend that the person groping your tit was him. pretend that the person pressing their thumb onto your clit and rubbing it in small circles was him.

you curled your fingers and worked quickly, hitting that spongey spot in your pussy that makes your knees weak. your breath was shallow and airy, soft moans leaving your parted lips unconsciously.

"s-shit," you murmured, fucking your fingers into your pussy a little faster, all the while imagining al haitham instead. "haitham..."

slivers of lightning jolted down your body as you worked yourself closer and closer, your voice getting louder in tandem.

but what you didn't know was that al haitham had heard something from your room and got up from the couch where he was relaxing to see what it was. he wasn't scheduled to work today and forgot to tell you, and the reason the door slammed was because he brought in the mail. but you had no idea.

he stopped right outside your door, finding it already creaked open just slightly.

"fuck, fuck haitham," you whimpered and panted, feeling yourself right on the verge of cumming all over your fingers. "s-so close."

al haitham's eyes went wide. he didn't realize what was happening at first, but from your pretty moans and the tiniest sliver of an image of your naked body splayed on the bed, he knew - you were pleasuring yourself to the thought of him.

god, he never thought he'd see this - his pretty roommate getting herself off while she thinks of him. but fuck, for some reason, it made him so hard.

he stood there for a second, just watching and listening. watching a bead of sweat fall from your face, your fingers slipping in and out of your pussy as your tits sway from the shallowness of your breath. listening to those filthy wet sounds and your adorable whiny voice.

he stood there dumbfounded with a tent in his pants and a flushed face until he couldn't take it anymore. he wondered how tight your cunt felt around him, or how well his cock would slip in and out from how wet you are. he wondered how pretty your face looks when you're cumming all over his cock.

fuck, he wanted to touch you so badly and feel those pretty lips on his. he needed to feel all your curves, to know how good your pussy tastes. god, he just had to fuck you.

al haitham opened the door, much to your surprise. you fumbled in a hurry to try to cover yourself up with something, "oh, shit sorry i was just-"

"shh, i know," he kneeled onto the bed and leaned over your sweaty flushed body that was half-covered in a sheet, his hands finding their places on either side of your head. "you were thinkin' about me, huh?"

your face fell as you let out a soft gasp, and you were at a loss for words. you opened your mouth to try to speak but there were no thoughts forming - just pure shock rattled in your head.

"you wanna know what it really feels like when i fuck you?" al haitham murmured, his thumb grazing along your cheek as his fingers flitted through your hair. "i'll show you."

your faces were so close, close enough to breathe in each other's air. his lips parted slowly, his thumb moving to drag over your bottom lip as if to keep you on the edge.

but when your lips met, everything felt so fervent - his lips connecting with yours, the tiny flicks of his tongue that he left against yours, his hands roaming your body.

your panted sighs brushed against each other's skin, small moans escaping between each kiss. god, it was even better than you thought it'd be. his lips were so soft, his tongue dragging across yours and roaming the inside of your mouth like it was the last thing he'll ever do.

al haitham's voice rasped into low sighs as he kissed you, one of his hands grazing upwards along your waist to find your breast. his fingers tweaked your nipple, and he relished in the cute little whimper you let out.

"mm, you like when i touch you like that?" he murmurs onto your lips, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. you nod, your hands dragging along his brawny shoulders. "you want me to keep goin'? tell me how much you want it."

"so much," you panted out the words, feeling dissented since you never actually got to cum. your legs were practically shuddering in anticipation, hoping, praying that he'd fuck you soon. "want you to fuck me. so badly..."

al haitham smirked against your lips, both of his hands grasping at your breasts and flicking your nipples with his thumbs. you whined out from his touches, your clit throbbing from all the tension.

"i'll get to that soon," he sneered, tilting his head and leaving open-mouth kisses onto your neck as he toyed with your nipples.

god, the teasing was too much at this point. you were so incredibly desperate, your thighs shifting around both sides of his hips to try to get some friction. you were so close before he walked in, and this waiting was absolute fucking torture.

"damn, you really want it, huh?" he chuckled against your neck before dragging his tongue on your soft skin, slightly nipping it with his teeth. "who knew my innocent little roommate was such a dirty girl..."

you gasped when his tongue dragged down from your collarbone to your nipple, a small whimper leaving your lips from the sensation. he swirled his tongue around in circles, sending a spark of pleasure down your spine.

"please, haitham..." you mewled out, fingers tousling his hair as he slowly worked you towards your breaking point. "c-can't take it anymore, please. please, fuck me."

al haitham shot you another small smirk, his hands dragging down your waist as he sat up and fumbled with the waistband of his sweatpants. "mm, is that so? alright, i'll oblige."

he slid his boxers and sweats down to let his cock spring out, and your eyes widened. it wasn't too girthy, but you knew it was long enough to hit the deepest part of your cunt.

you watched in cognizance as he slipped the head of his cock through your folds, and he let out a small groan from the sheer slickness of it.

al haitham dragged two fingers through the immense wetness coating your pussy, splitting them apart and watching the glistening strings glimmer from the light, "oh look at that, is this is how bad you wanted me?"

"mhm," you nodded, your eyes looking up at him so meekly and it drove him crazy. who knew his roommate was such a dirty slut?

al haitham groaned out breathily as he started to slip his cock into your pussy, finding it easy from how soaked you truly were.

"oh, fuck," he sighed out, his eyebrows furrowing from the way your cunt already felt so tight around his shaft. "oh, you feel so good around me."

he kept slipping it in, and in, and even when you thought he'd bottomed out, it still wasn't done. by the time he truly bottomed out, you gasped from the sensation so deep in your gut that it might've touched your stomach.

"f-fuck," you murmured under your breath, the pressure deep in your cunt sending a jolt up your spine. "so big..."

"yeah?" al haitham pressed his palm to your stomach, feeling the tip of his cock poking in your walls. "you feel me here?"

"mhm," you nodded, your breath whiny as sweat teemed along your skin and he hadn't even started moving yet.

his hands dragged along your thighs, pushing them up to your chest as he cocked his hips back, "i'm gonna start moving, okay?"

"m'kay," you mumbled half-attentively, your walls already tensing around his cock in furious anticipation. just the sheer size of his cock felt like enough to get you drunk on pleasure.

al haitham's fingers dug into the plush of your thighs, his hips starting to rut slowly into your cunt. but even just a few seconds of the enveloping wetness of your pussy was enough for him to break.

"fuck, baby," he groaned out lowly, starting to move his hips faster as soft wet noises began to flood your quaint bedroom. "your pussy feels so fuckin' good."

you were already whittled down to a moaning mess underneath him, his cock driving into the hilt of your pussy and sending shudders up your whole body. your whimpers and mewls filled the room and boggled inside al haitham's head, imprinting itself in his memory.

beads of sweat started to form along his forehead as he fucked his hips into you, his breath layered with groans and mutters of "fuck baby," "such a tight pussy," "god, so wet for me."

he paused and leaned down, pressing his forearms beside both sides of your head. his lips desperately locked with yours, messy slivers of saliva falling onto both of your chins.

his hips went into motion again, and you swore you saw stars from how much deeper he fucked you from this position.

"f-fuck, fuck, god," you mumbled incoherently against his lips, your fingers flitting through his hair and grasping at the roots. "so good..."

it was all so enticing, seemingly fabricated - his hips driving your pussy into the mattress, his grunts and groans filling your mouth as his tongue tangled with yours.

you were reduced to a shuddering mess, the swirling heat of a climax bubbling in your stomach. every thrust of his hips sent sparks of pleasure coursing through your body and tingles dancing along your skin.

"oh, look at you gettin' so tight around me like that," al haitham sighed out, clenching his teeth from the pressure enveloping his shaft. "gonna cum for me?"

"y-yeah, so close," you mumbled, desperately clutching your fists onto the sheets beneath you. "gonna cum for you, haitham..."

"yeah, that's it, atta fuckin' girl," he groaned out the words, his hips stuttering as he started rutting faster. "come all over my cock for me, c'mon. show me how pretty you look."

as if those words were your breaking point, buzzes of pleasure exploded along your nerves as your body shook and shuddered on the sheets. your moans were fervent along with the slaps of his hips against yours as he fucked you into your blinding orgasm, "f-fuck, fuck, cumming..."

"hah- oh, my god you're so tight," al haitham grunted, fucking his hips into you faster and reeling from the pleasure of your cunt tightening and releasing around his shaft. "my fuckin' god, you feel so good..."

his head craned back as his eyebrows furrowed from the pleasure building up in his cock, his hands shifting to grasp your thighs. his fingers dug into your plush flesh as he clenched his jaw, groaning and grunting through his teeth.

"fuck, gonna cum," he sighed heavily, driving his cock as fast as possible and making the whole bed creak.

"come inside me," you begged murmuringly through heavy breaths, eyes half-lidded and glossy as you peer up at him.

"oh shit," al haitham's voice cracks as the movements of his hips stutter and get sloppy, his abs tensing and rippling with each thrust. "gonna fill you up, yeah baby."

"ah, fuck," he grunts and pants, his hips bottoming out as he shoots ropes of cum into your cunt. it was so hot, filling deep into your pussy and spilling out over his shaft. "god, you look so pretty all messy like that."

"guess i won't be able to see you the same anymore, huh?"

2022 DIAPHANOSO.

edit: a lovely person on ao3 told me that saying “al” was wrong, it should be “haitham”! i apologize for having it wrong the first time but it should be fixed now :)

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Crystalline Heart. Yan Scaramouche x F Reader [SMUT]

Warnings: Scaramouche, verbal humiliation, hatefucking, dubcon, abuse of power, some breeding mentions, slutshaming, unhealthy relationships and yandere themes. Word count: 6k. 

[Sequel. Crystalline Mind]

A target stands proud two hundred feet in front of you.

You readjust your position, aligning your body in the target’s direction, and take a deep breath. The movements necessary are like the rhythm to a waltz you’ve danced your entire life. Nock the arrow, draw the bow, then anchor it. The bulls-eye has been abused and littered with too many of your arrows to count, deeply embedded in the splayed wood that was never meant to withstand such an onslaught.

The string is released. Your arrow whirrs through the air at a breakneck speed and pierces the center again. It’s not enough. Slumbering in the depths of your soul is an unquenchable wrath that, once unleashed, will consume everything in an icy abyss. Perhaps the Fatui agent behind you could sense this and left an appropriate distance between you for that very reason. Whatever the case, you paid him no mind, and reset your stance to fire again.

“[First], I implore you,” he finds his voice after an extended silence. “You’re only making more trouble for yourself.”

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𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

— Lucifer, Mammon, Beelzebub x f!reader

cw. size kink, riding, mating press, squirting, creampie, praise

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

missionary. he loves watching your facial expressions as he pounds your cunt. feeling you clutching him to your body, your thighs squeezing behind his ass and your moans in his ear sends him over the edge. he thinks you are pretty as you sob beneath him, your back arched and your pussy gushing down his length. 

His tongue slides down your neck, licking and sucking your tender skin, he holds your thigh at his hip with his hand as he pushes in a steady rhythm against your cunt.

“Harder,” you mew as Lucifer rubs your clit. Your walls squeeze his length, creaming as he pushes and presses your sweet spot.

“Not - harder -, honey,” he coos, licking his lips, “deeper." 

Your eyes roll back and your jaw loosens as he angles his hips just right and thrusts deeper, tearing a moan from your puffy lips.

”This is …“ he murmurs fucking his cock in your slit, ”you want to cum for me, hmm?“ You don’t think about his words, you nod instinctively as he drills into your slobbery cunt, meticulously grazing your g-spot.

Your shiny, swollen pussy swallows him with every thrust, and when Lucifer brings your legs over his shoulders a squeak slips from your lips. 

”Use your words, sweetheart,“ he teases as he bends over you, "let me hear your sweet voice”.

“Please make me … uhu come, please ...” you sob grabbing and scratching his shoulders as your pussy twitches around his veiny cock and you begin to gush around his girth. 

A smirk crosses his face as he starts moving back and forth again, focusing on taking your needy bud with each thrust, “That’s it, darling, yes. Cum for me, that’s my good girl.”

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𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗬 𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 !

˖˚˳⊹ messy pussy eaters feat. itto : childe : dottore : diluc : heizou : scaramouche x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗢

itto just can‘t help himself, really. His pointer finger is glossing over your glistering folds with expertise you weren‘t even aware of he possessed. Plus point if you go on to hold yourself tightly against his horns and push him down further— since you were very much aware itto was utterly sensitive all around them.

the sounds he made were even more heavenly to begin with as he licked a straight line from your hole up to your folds again, flicking his tongue while he listened to your soft whimpers. You were sighing out hard, thrusting your hips up to his grip while he used his careful fingers around your tight hole, prodding the first finger in. Your juices were stained around his cheeks and chin, running down messily and staining the bedsheets underneath the both of you yet itto wanted it that way, almost as if he needed it. He‘s pulling back for a moment to gather your juices on his fingers before suckling on them sensually and archons, the way his eyes rolled back at the taste was such a sight to behold.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

you‘re aware that ajax is very good with words, he‘s so vocal during eating your pretty cunt, it‘s honestly insane and makes your legs shiver involuntarily against his head. "I suppose you enjoy this right now." he‘s smiling against your pussy, flicking his tongue around your wet bundle of nerves and making a mess all over himself in the process.

his finger was now moving over the expanse of your sensual skin, childe could stay like this for hours if you‘d let him. Just being able to constantly feel and taste your perfect cunt was making him pick up on pace even harder, the way his tongue was now remotely tracing over your sweet sensitive spot made you let out such a pretty whine for him! he was truly in heaven right now, moving back and forth while pulling your hips closer to his face so you‘d practically squeeze him with your thighs, hard. "I‘ll take care of you." ajax‘s moaning against your cunt now, fingernails gliding up your legs to grasp onto your soft skin while ultimately spreading them further, so he‘d reach deeper, deeper to have your juices better against his needy tongue.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗘

dottore pressed a warm kiss over your sensitive cunt before prying your hole open with two of his fingers, coating them with your juices just how he liked it before diving right in to taste you. He moved back a bit to take your knees in his hand in order to push them towards your chest, now being able to nestle himself even better, starting to flick his needy tongue over your folds.

he was so precise with it too! sinking into the comfort which was your perfect pussy while his tongue ghosted over your sensitive spots to make you shiver and gasp violently around his hold. He longed to taste you all day now, hearing you sing those perfectly shaped moans while you messily coated him with all of your juices. You weren‘t able to hold back any longer as you advanced forward to find refuge in his hair, pulling him closer and starting to ride his face. His nose was nudging your clit because of that sudden position now, dragging against your pussy while you were riding him so fucking nicely. His groaning was a sign for you to continue your doings, gradually feeling your release build up in your stomach.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

"how are you so perfect?" diluc breathes softly against your throbbing cunt, your hands grasping over his hair to massage his scalp once he went back to kiss your pretty pussy— he so very much adored. You spine arched against his face as he growled in encouragement— coaxing you on to go further and to ride his face, which he unbeknownst to you— had a secret obsession on.

you‘re so sweet against his lips— he figured, licking around your pussy and pulling you closer so he‘d be able to swirl his tongue deeper into you, entranced by the way your juices mixed together with his saliva. His mouth was so soft and needy against your cunt, it felt heavenly and you knew you would probably grow addicted by the end of it. The way he was so loud while eating you out made your cheeks heated, shivering around his hold when you dared to look down at him, seeing the stained chin which was already full of your slick. The sight made you sink down against your pillows again, scrunching your eyes shut and letting out a moan which turned into a silent scream of his name, tasting your climax on your tongue and feeling it approach you slowly.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨

heizou was taking this whole thing as a mission almost, alternating between flicking and suckling on your sweet bundle of nerves before nudging his first finger against your tight hole— that was already eagerly waiting to suck him in. He began to push the first digit against your slick coated cunt, squelching noises accompanying his movements as you mewled at him, coaxing heizou on to go faster.

"cum for me." he‘s grinning around your pussy now, teasingly flicking his tongue over your folds while pushing his fingers in and out, "please, i need it." he‘s so bland about it, your hole clenching around his slender digits once hearing his pleas. You tense around his hold, heizou‘s firm on you was firm yet his tongue was everything else than faint, dragging against your pussy and sucking ever so often on your folds, pulling back and hollowing his cheeks to gather all your slick in his mouth to finally swallow and taste it— just like he dreamed of doing the whole day. You‘re moaning out screaming while thrusting up into his mouth, your first climax approaching you so hard you weren‘t able to realise once it finally hit you, releasing against his already stained cheeks while heizou took his time to savour your taste around his lips, giving you the most beautiful moan in return.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘

the amount of wetness on your cunt was driving scaramouche insane, he adored it messy like this, it was way too easy to bring you to unravel against his hold, turning you into a fucked out mess was something he always desired to achieve. His eyes go wide as you pulled him closer against your cunt, slowly grinding yourself around his face.

if it wasn‘t for him being so unbelievably pussy drunk he might‘ve said something, instead he smacked your thigh to shoot you a threatening look— as if he was telling you to mind your business and let him finish what he had started alone. Yet once you met his gaze— it was so dreamy, the way his tongue remotely hit over your glistering folds was out of this world, his arm wrapping around your hips in order to reach deeper into you with his tongue. He prod against your hole with it, always teasing before deciding to finally push himself in, tongue fucking you while your spine arched in desire, whining out his name screamingly and begging scaramouche to make you cum already in which he only replied with a groan in encouragement, picking up on pace and pulling his tongue in and out of you while spreading your cunt open further with his fingers, tasting everything you gave him and so much more.

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༓ 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒂

↬f!reader, smut, heavy dubcon, breed or die, oni!reader, sort of hybrid (childe grows animal ears & fangs temporarily), tsundere!reader, frenemies to lovers, romantic comedy shenanigans, fights full of se×ual tension, gross amount of breeding k×nk dialogue, mating press, manhandling, animalistic, possessive, biting, outdoors, fluff end, so much made up lore, childe is mostly high/possessed during this, 'comrade' nickname until the reader tells him to stop, regular size text below the cut, 6.3k words

you've always been wary of childe, and your concerns are confirmed when he messes up at the fertility festival honoring o-inari by drinking the ceremonial tea meant only for the women of the village. however, despite being the only one to see him for the trouble that he is, you're the one who gets stuck with the responsibility of keeping him tame when the effects of the tea hit him – whatever they may be.

18+ ONLY — MDNI

(𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕)

One would think the word horny would take on a different meaning when pertaining to being oni. They don't have mating rituals or cycles, but rather once their horns develop, they don't stop growing until they produce offspring. Hence being horny as an oni goes right along with its more vulgar meaning.

You inspect your own horns, noticeable but maybe only half the size of Itto's. Perhaps that's why he's always chasing that tengu general down. Poor woman once that idiot realizes, you think.

Reproducing isn't something that concerns you at the moment. You have a long enough lifespan to hold off on that idea for a while. Right now, your main priority is to make enough money to keep bailing Itto out of jail. Shinobu has been doing an excellent job as of late in terms of keeping him in line, allowing you to take on bigger jobs that are further from home but pay much more.

Thus how you ended up here on Grand Narukami Island in a small coastal town north of Konda Village as a guard from vagabonds and the like that lurk around the area. It's a fairly easy job despite the villagers being wary of you and your horns and fangs. However there's one thing that doesn't sit well with you. The Fatui have established themself as untrustworthy in Inazuma, yet their presence still lingers, from skirmishers in the foothills of Mount Yougou to a certain red-headed hydro-vision bearer who's negotiated a trade route of Snezhnayan whale oils and Inazuman yuzu liqueur.

You can't stand him, his deceptive smile, his charm over the villagers who are nonethewiser that he's plotting something (you don't know what, but given his affiliations there's no way he isn't), and even his name pisses you off. The first two he told you are nearly impossible to pronounce in the Inazuman accent, so he once told you in secret the name he was given at birth: Ajax. Though in your dialect it still comes out more like "Ajaksu" no matter how many times you mutter it in contempt when you see him networking about town.

'A–Jackass' is more like it, you think as you keep an eye on him.

Booths of food and games line the streets in the center of town, strings of lantern lights cross above the paths, and seemingly everyone in town is out for the festival of fertility honoring O-Inari. While everyone else is relaxed and partaking in the time honored tradition of getting extremely drunk, you're still on alert for anyone trying to take advantage of the situation.

"Hey, comrade!"

Your glower hardens when the man who calls himself Childe catches you looking at him and he approaches you with pink stained cheeks, most likely from imbibing the sakura wine that's staple to this particular celebration. He's adopted the local style for the occasion, sporting navy shell-patterned summer robes and sandals. A bright red kitsune mask sits strapped aside the top of his head.

"Comrade?" You repeat gruffly, continuing to patrol. If he wants to keep walking with you, then who are you to stop him.

"You and I are not enemies, so comrades," he says, showing all of his teeth when he smiles at you, making his jewel-like eyes crinkle at the corners. Just how drunk is he already?

"Even though we've fought?" You ask.

"A sparring match amongst friends," he humors himself and bumps his arm lightly against yours.

If that's what he wanted to call it. It's been quite some time since then. You can recall wanting to kill him, and you sensed it from him as well. It was quite thrilling. The town leaders nearly fired you over it had Childe not spoken up to declare it was just a friendly match. Not that you were grateful for it – he gave you a pretty nice scar on the side of your neck from one of his arrows grazing you.

"Are you enjoying the festival?" You ask, diverting the subject.

"Very much! I like the food. It reminds me of Liyue, makes me feel like I'm home," he tells you almost wistfully.

"You consider Liyue home? Not Snezhnaya?"

"I consider many places home."

"You better not be thinking of calling this place home," you snarl at him. It'd be your worst nightmare.

"Oh come on now. I don't think you mean that. Why don't you and I have a drink? A toast to being comrades," he declares as you two approach the offering shrine area. He sweeps by the table with cups of clear lavender liquid and hands one to you.

"No thanks," you scowl in offense.

"No? More for me then. Cheers," he says, lifting the cup and goes to sip the drink.

"Wait! Don't drink that!" An older man, the head of the village, shouts and steps between you two to get Childe's attention. He slaps the drink out of his hand, causing everyone in the area to turn their heads at the commotion.

"Hm? I've already had about 4 of those," the redheaded foreigner says with an innocent tilt of his head, unfazed by the leader's dramatics.

"Th-That's only meant for the women!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Childe says, and while you can tell he might actually be sincere about it, the drunken smile on his face tells the world otherwise.

The older man sputters, face going pale in panic as he tries to compose himself.

"No, you fool! When women drink it, the kitsune spirits come to perform a fertility blessing on them. But when the men drink it, the spirits possess their bodies and run rampant on all the women in town!"

"So it's an aphrodisiac?" You pipe in, hoping to de-escalate the situation. While you respect human traditions and beliefs, you know it's just some strange concoction of herbs that probably messes with people's minds.

"No!" The leader protests, violently shaking his head from side to side. "It's more than that. You must believe me. You have to get as far away from the village as you can, towards Mount Yougou. I doubt you can make it up to the shrine in time, but the closer you are to the energy of the mountain, the better."

"You're serious?" Both you and Childe ask at the same time.

"Yes, and you," the leader says, turning to you, "escort him. Make sure he stays out of trouble."

The reason why you fought with Childe in the past is because you knew he was nothing but trouble. You had tried to talk to the village's leadership about your suspicions only to be tuned out. And now they want to send you off into the forest with him, who may or may not become aggressively horny.

You huff out your nose. You suppose if anyone has the strength to handle him just in case he does go rampant, it's you. Oni don't have the same kinds of connections with the gods and spirits as humans do. Keeping the village safe from threats is part of the job, and you're an oni of your word. You represent the Arataki Gang after all.

"Come on, comrade," you say scathingly as you grab him by the sleeve and start walking towards the path out of the village.

The walk towards Mount Yougou seems like an epic, only because Childe seems to get caught up in childlike fascination with just about everything that you two pass, from the ethereal glow of floating sakura petals to a common stalk of mint. Somehow, he lost his kitsune mask and bits of his red hair stick out at odd angles. He's tripping hard.

"Come on! It's just an onikabuto!" You grunt as you tug on Childe's arm to get him moving.

"I think I understand what it's thinking," he murmurs, eyes wide as he's nearly nose to nose with the beetle on a tree trunk. Yes, he's definitely tripping.

"That's great. It's probably saying, I wish this scary guy would leave me alone," you mutter, yanking on him a little harder.

"Amazing," he says and looks at you, "you can speak bug too!"

"Agh! I give up!" You frown and let go of his arm to plop down on the ground with your arms crossed. You figure you're close enough to the mountain, and he's just tripping. It's not like he actually needs the so-called energy of the mountain. So far, it feels like you're taking care of a giant toddler. Maybe that's where he gets the name from, you ponder.

"You can't give up. The universe tells me that you are very important for the future," he says as he takes a seat next to and leans in to look at you through pupils so wide they nearly block out the blue of his irises. You wonder what in Teyvat was in that drink mixture he had to make him this loopy.

"Don't get so close," you growl and push your palm against his forehead. You barely use any force, but he topples over into the grass.

Childe doesn't move. You suspect he's either enamored with the dirt or he might be resting. The night breeze passes through the trees and rustles the forest flora that harmonizes with the melodies of all the bugs. You hope that maybe you can wait out the rest of the night like this. You're long out of ear's reach of the drums and noise of the town's festival. This kind of peace reminds you of nights of guard duty when adventuring with the gang back home. You miss them and hope they're not getting into too much trouble without you.

However, the peace only lasts for the moment. Childe sits back up and leans toward you again, blades of grass and dead leaves falling off his robes as his shoulder brushes yours.

"Can I ask you something offensive?"

You pull your neck back and raise a brow at him. You're apprehensive to say yes, but he asks anyway, "What's it like being an oni?"

You're perplexed by the question. You suspect he means how your existence is different from that of humans. You don't really know, not sharing the same enthusiasm for wanting to be close with human communities the way Itto does.

"I guess, I mean, what's it like to be born stronger? Better?" The red-haired man rephrases more soberly but still sways a bit in his posture.

Better? You muse internally. Sure, you're strong, but you never thought of yourself as better than human, just different. You have your share of weaknesses, like you'll never know the taste of taiyaki, which you think is unfair given how delicious they look. The way most humans look at you and treat you, you certainly don't feel any better than them.

"Before I joined the Arataki Gang, it was very lonely," you say quietly. You're not sure if it answers his question, but he responds to you anyway.

"Being strong does make one a little lonely," Childe mulls.

"Are you lonely?" You ask, the scar on your neck starting to itch for your attention. You know he's strong, and part of you suspects that he has even more strength that he didn't show you during your fight.

"No. Yes. I come from a big family. I'm part of a big yet tight-knit organization. I have comrades and places I can call home around the world," he says, blue eyes focusing on the distant stars through the treetops.

"I said too much, oops," he chuckles and leans on you a little more. You tolerate it.

"Just know that if I met you before your gang or whatever, I wouldn't have been able to leave you alone," he says with a dopey smile and lets himself fall into your lap in a daze.

"Oi! What gives!" You nearly shriek as your whole body tenses up with his head on your thighs.

He doesn't answer. He just keeps chuckling and looking up at your flustered face. Slowly, he reaches up a hand toward you. Usually his hands are gloved when he's wearing his own clothes, but tonight he's in the more relaxed Inazuman summer wear. Suddenly you're painfully aware of how loose the front his robes are from his inexperienced knot-tying. You think his fingers are going to reach your face, but instead he grabs the material of your robe by your shoulder, and rolls out of your lap forcefully, making you flip over him and into the ground.

"What the hell!" You exclaim, quickly rolling over to stand up and ready yourself for another attack.

However, his own movement speed is impeded by his laughing, allowing you to lunge yourself at him and wrestle him into the grass by the shoulders. Despite being high and caught up in the giggles, Childe is still at least as strong as you, and manages to twist and trap one of your legs until he's able to pivot you beneath him now.

You snarl. He grins. You use your strength to push him back and pin him to the ground. You can't stand it, his smile that says he's having way too much fun with this, and the threatening hungry look in his blown out eyes. You consider for a moment that the village leader was correct when Childe manages to get back on top.

The back and forth wrestling on the ground goes on until the two of you are left panting, eyes alight with zeal, and robes dirtied and disheveled. He stares you down from above, fists clenched in the neck of your robes to hold you down and one knee pressing down just enough into your stomach to keep you in place.

You don't know what it is. You want him dead, but you don't want to hurt him. You want to keep up this childlike play fighting, but you also want to tear your teeth and claws into him. You writhe to try and find the weak points in this hold, though he just presses his knee harder into you. It makes you feel hot with something akin to rage that can only be satisfied by him yielding to you.

"What is it, comrade? You wanna fight for real?" He taunts, chest heaving as he leans his face in close to yours. You wonder if it's the high from the tea that makes his expression seem so unsettlingly pleased.

"It was so fun last time. I really felt the heat from you," he nearly growls as his eyes drop down to the scar on your neck.

"I think you and I are alike. So maybe we should stop fighting and–" He stops and his face goes blank. You try to find any recognition in his eyes, but he collapses on you a second later.

You curse as his weight falls into his knee on your stomach, nearly knocking the wind out of you before you manage to wiggle just enough to push him a bit to the side. You push at his shoulder to get your top half out from under him.

"Hey."

You stick the back of your hand to his mouth and feel his breath against your fingers. He's alive at least.

You shimmy the rest of yourself away from him and roll him over, taking the time to respectfully straighten out both of your robes in the process. When you finally catch your own breath, the night is once again filled with nothing but the sounds of the forest. The full moon is bright and the summer air is warm enough for you not to worry about making a fire.

Even though you find him unbearable at the moment, you still take it upon yourself to keep watch over Childe and make sure he's still breathing. Finally, the end to whatever that drink was having him experience. He was definitely a menace to you, but nothing you couldn't handle, and definitely not worth having to walk all this way for.

You continue to observe his sleeping form. He looks so peaceful right now, and he always seems to be smiling at you. Yet you can remember a stain of darkness you felt when you fought him for the first time. You won't be fooled by his smiles, and you surely won't be fooled by his sleeping face. Something sinister lingers about him.

You see his hand twitch and you lean in to make sure he's alright. Something catches your attention. There's movement in his hair. You creep forward to get an even closer look and instantly jolt your body when you see something…growing? Maybe the night is playing tricks on you, but cat– no, dog– no, wait, they couldn't be fox ears poking out of his hair.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you lean in again. You lift a finger and tentatively brush it against the tip of one of the ears. Soft.

You recoil. Is this the drink? Has he been part-adeptus this whole time? Is this a normal thing?

Without warning, Childe's eyes fly open and he sits up straight, taking in a deep breath. It makes your heart stop for a moment. You watch him with wide eyes, heart pounding as he looks around until he lands on you.

"Comrade!" He exclaims.

He seems oddly sober.

"What– Oh, right. The drinks. Then we were fighting and–" He stops when he runs a hand through his hair and feels the ears. He does it again. And again. And one more time for good measure.

"Am I–?" He ponders, questioning his reality.

He looks back at you and narrows his eyes.

"I was just fighting this giant fox. It felt like a dream, but it also felt real. I must still be dreaming," he says and runs his hand over the grass.

"You're awake. Unless I'm also dreaming. Has this not happened before?" You ask and poke at one of his pointed ears. It twitches in response.

"No. This is definitely new to me. There was the fox in my dream just now, trying to consume me. I woke up right when I defeated it. It was quite the fight, you would have liked to see it," he brags, though you find it silly to regard dreams as anything of importance. Unless…there's no way.

"Is this maybe what the town leader was trying to tell us?" You wonder out loud and continue to inspect his ears.

"What do you mean?"

"He said O-Inari's kitsune spirits possess the bodies of men who consume the drink at the festival. But if you said you defeated it, then I don't know what the ears are for," you mull. You don't seem to notice how close you're getting to him as you continue to eye his new appendages.

"Maybe a trophy for my triumph," he says smugly. You're not sure if that's the reward you'd want for defeating a spirit.

"Do you feel okay?" You ask.

"I feel–" The foreign man stops himself when he looks at you again. "I think maybe I'm still feeling those drinks."

"Hm?"

He shifts and leans closer to you. A shiver runs down your spine despite the warm air, but you don't back away. There's an odd tug in your chest that makes you want to do nothing but watch the way the stars reflect in the sea of his eyes.

"Maybe it's the moonlight, but right now, I just want to…" He lifts his hand to you like before, but this time, instead of grabbing you to toss you, his fingers brush against one of your horns.

You instantly fly backwards as hard as your heels can push you.

"Y-You touched–" You sputter, crossing your arms over your face.

Childe hardly looks apologetic. He cocks his head at you and smirks.

"Oh? Sensitive?"

You go to protest, but without warning, something hits you deep inside, like a hand reaching into you squeezing all the muscles in your core. You gasp, arms dropping and clutching at your middle as you hunch over. Your head, your whole body aches with a sharp rise in heat that makes you almost whimper. Your brain feels fuzzy, your horns throb so bad you worry they might fall off. With a shaky hand, you reach up to touch one of them.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean t–"

"Stay back!" You hiss at him. This heat feels like the rage that builds when you fight. You rub the tip of the horn in your hand. That's when you notice. You freeze.

"Are you alright?" Childe asks, approaching and crouching before you.

"I think–" You take in another sharp breath and keel forward.

"My horns," you whimper. "They're growing."

You feel the smooth new growth beneath your fingertips. You wonder if he can see the unpainted white shine.

"Only a little bit," he assures you.

"Stupid! Even just this much should take a few years. Aah!" You cry as another pang sears through you.

"Dammit, they're not stopping," you whimper.

"What would stop it?"

Your whole body tenses when he asks. A crushing feeling of embarrassment washes over you. Why is this happening?

"Well?" He prods.

"I'm trying to figure it out!" You yell at him, panicked as another boiling wave crashes in your gut. You see all the pieces: the drink, Childe's dream, his weird fuzzy ears, the fact that your horns burn so damn bad. However, the insistent throbbing in your whole body prevents you from being able to think critically.

"M-Mate. I need to mate," you huff, refusing to look at him.

"Come again?"

"Mate! I need to find someone to put a damn child in me right now or else my horns will keep growing until I can't lift my own head!" You growl, losing the notion to care about appearing civilized. Panic courses through your veins. Neither of the two options you laid out are very favorable right now, but the crackling heat in your stomach makes one a more obvious choice.

Childe tenses, eyes dilating as he tries to process the reality of the situation.

"You don't mean…" He chuckles nervously.

"A normal human couldn't do the job. But you're not normal, and I think you might have stolen some of that kitsune's power when you defeated it," you explain. Your brow twitches. Every second that goes by, you can feel more and more unbearable wetness gathering between your legs.

Childe leans forward to his knees as he draws his face closer to yours. You can't find it in you to hate him anymore, not when he's the only one who could possibly relieve this suffering of your instincts. Even if it is all his fault.

Another pang hits you and you almost want to beg. Perhaps over the years, you'd grow more assertive in your need for partnership, but feeling this much growth of your horns and the influx of hormone production that comes with it is too much to handle all at once.

"Please, I don't know what else to do. I-It's too much. I promise I'll give you strong children," you whimper between shaky breaths.

He must take pity on you, or perhaps it's something else. You don't really care to mull it over, too entranced by the feeling of his fingers cupping your chin. It feels like a mouthful of cold spring water on a sweltering summer's day.

"I do come from a large family. Maybe some of that virility runs in me," he says in a low voice.

That's all you needed to hear. You lurch forward, pushing him by the shoulders to the ground and letting your knees bracket his hips as you hover over him.

"Easily there, comrade. We can be more romantic about this," he teases with a grin. It's then when you notice that his canines are also a little larger than before.

"Don't call me comrade then," you say while narrowing your eyes at him.

"Then what should I call you from now on? If we're doing this for real, then I guess you'll be mine after tonight," he says.

A rush of pulsing heat passes through you. It makes you compliant when he sits up. You rest in his lap, finding yourself face to face with him again. This time, so close that your noses brush as he settles his arms around your hips.

"Not even going to kiss the man who's going to take care of you?" He questions, breath fanning against your lips.

Not one to be teased, you grip into the front of his robe, pulling him in and closing the distance. Your lips slot against his, needing only to adjust a little to catch his bottom lip between yours. He reacts instantly, pulling you closer and letting his hands roam all over your body, squeezing at your sides and smoothing up and down your back. You're both aggressive in the push and pull of your lips, tongues sliding in and out and against one another, and canines clashing messily every so often.

You've been with humans before. Just kissing him confirms that feeling that he's something a little more than human, almost like you.

Your horns still ache along with the rest of your body, but the more he kisses you, the more you can sense the promise of relief. Your hands grab into his hair, careful only to lightly drag your nails against his scalp, making him moan against your tongue. By now, your robes are all bunched up at your hips, and your underwear soaked through as you roll your hips along the hardness you feel growing in his lap.

"Romantic enough for you?" You pant when you pull away to breathe. A thread of spit connects your lips.

Childe doesn't answer you, just pulls up on your lower half until you sit up on your knees. His hands roughly squeeze up your sides before yanking the opening of your robes apart and ripping at the loosened bindings over your breasts. You draw in a deep breath at the exposure, though you can't form anything other than breathy whines when his mouth finds your nipple and runs the tip of his tongue over the bud in tight circles.

His arms still encircle your hips, his hands at your backside bunch up your robes until he's able to slip his hand into the back of your underwear and grab your ass. He squeezes and gropes until his fingers dig between your thighs and discover just how worked up you are. His fingertips prod at your fold as he continues to suck at your nipples, licking long flat lines between them as he tries to give both of them equal attention.

"Please, I need you in me. N-Need it so bad," you moan, hands running through his hair frantically and brushing against his soft pointed ears.

He responds by chuckling against your skin and drags his tongue up to the scar he etched on your neck. He tugs you back to sitting in his lap and presses his lips to your ear.

"You that eager for me to knock you up?" He purrs.

His breath tickles your nerves. You swear your body can't feel any hotter. Your hips move on their own, desperately grinding your clit into his hardened cock beneath his robes and spreading the slippery mess in your underwear.

"Answer me," he demands.

"Yes, I want you to, please. Need it so bad it hurts," you whimper into his ginger hair.

He shushes and soothes you, pulling you in for another kiss and tells you that he's going to take such good care of you. He nudges you off of him so he can rid himself of his clothes.

Childe in nothing but moonlight is a sight to behold. The ethereal whitelight highlights all the hard lines of his muscles and the lovely spread of freckles all over his body. Scars seem to draw constellations in them. Even if your mind is too hazy to appreciate it, your body certainly does as it hits you with a searing contraction of need. Your sight is spellbound to his cock that bobs and sways when he approaches you and tells you to lie back. You still have your robe on, though it lands completely open when you spread out for him on the ground as you're told. He rids you of your soaked underwear as he comes to kneel between your legs, taking the time to study your trembling form in the lunar glow.

"You're taking too long," you bemoan, hips rolling to beckon him closer.

With the way the nighttime lights glimmer off the slick dripping from your pussy, Childe can't help but to be drawn in. He chuckles at his own weakness and cups the back of your knees in his hands. He utters an apology as he presses the tops of your thighs towards your chest, exposing you to him.

"You sure you really want this?"

You try to consider it, truly, but any sense you have at this point vanishes the moment his cock comes slapping down against your clit with a drenched smack. You could curse the wretched string of circumstances that led you here, though that would do nothing for the raw desire in you. He's the only one who can put out the fire he started.

You say yes as many times as you can, mixing in pleas while arching your back even more to try and line his crown with your entrance.

"I can't take it much more. Feel like something's gonna snap inside of me soon if you don't–"

Childe apologizes again and leans over you to kiss you deeply. The underside of his cock slides against your pussy, coating himself to ease the stretch when he adjusts his hips to push just the tip in and out. In and out. Again and again. Faster and a little faster.

"Oooh, fuck," he curses, voice dropping to a huskier key. He presses more of his weight into you and slows down some when he allows himself to sink in a little bit more.

"P-Please, just hurry a-and–" Your voice catches when he sheaths the rest of his length inside you. He fills you up so snugly that when your walls throb around him, there's a spot that seems to rub itself against his dick. It's as if your cunt controls you, making you moan at all sorts of horrific wanton things.

"Haaah fuck– Fucking milking me already. Hhhghh– You really want me to put a baby in you," he grunts as he starts to find the rhythm that makes your eyes flutter behind their lids.

"Do it, please. Mmm! Need. Need it," you babble, trying to keep your eyes open to focus on him. His head blocks the moon and all you see is his silhouette and the outline of kitsune ears. For a brief moment, you have a coherent thought that maybe the oni and the human gods can be connected.

Of course, that dissipates quickly when he moves his hands and puts the back of your knees on his shoulders and drops to his arms on either side of your head. His cock hits so deep that you can hardly moan.

"Yeah? You said– ahhh fuuck– you'd give me strong babies. You'll give me more than one?" He huffs, slapping his hips into your ass and thighs. You squeeze on him more, daring him closer. Your legs quiver against him when you feel the mess of your juices and his curls rubbing against your clit when he seals himself inside you and circles his hips.

"Give you as many– mmm! as many as you want. Just please hurry up and fill me," you whine. You barely register what you're promising him, though right now you'd sell the world, your soul, and then some just to quell the aching fire eating at your body.

Childe rocks his hips, pleased with all of your responses. His face is so close, his breath intermingling with yours as his hands find the sides of your head and rough fingertips brush against your cheeks with such intimacy you might cry if you weren't so worked up. You mimic the hold with his face, leaning up to kiss him.

"Ohh fu– Gonna give me the prettiest babies. You're so fuckin' gorgeous and– mmmfg! and strong and mine. Gonna be all mine," he growls, knocking his forehead against yours.

You swear the moonlight is playing tricks on you, but his eyes no longer look the color of sky on sea. They seem to glow like coins in kerosene light and his pupils reshape into animal-like slits. You clench your eyes shut and move your face to the crook of his neck.

"Ajax, please. I-I need you to hurry," you beg, hoping he can hear you over his own grunts and the wet squelches of him pounding into you.

"Haaahh– shit. That name– hhhff– sounds so good when you say it."

So you say it more, and more, spurring him on to keep chasing his release. He has you so pressed that your hips aren't even on the ground anymore. The angle has you gasping against his neck and biting into his shoulder less gently than you would allow yourself with any other human. He barely seems to register the pain, or if he does it only adds to the urgent pace of his thrusts.

"Look at me," he orders, adjusting so he can grab your chin and pull you to face him. Even if his features do look alight with something otherworldly, you still know it's him – the man who makes you sizzle in so many ways.

"You are so perfect. Aaaahh– Don't want this with anyone else. Just you. Only you. All mine. Mine."

It feels like a current ripping your feet from under you and dragging you under, threatening to keep you there until you get your fill. Your claws scramble at his back, lips crashing against his and trying to steal his breath for yourself. Tears well up in your eyes, fraught with the overwhelming pulsing desire that simmers in your blood.

"Don't worry. Gonna give it to you. Gonna– ooohh fucking arc– haaahh– You ready? I'm–" He's just as choked out by need as you, tongue pushing past his sharpened teeth as he lets your cunt suck him in and make the perfect mold around his cock.

"Y-You're really– I'm really gonna–" He heaves only to be cut off by you forcing his lips to yours once again, licking his tongue and swallowing his cries when you control the squeezing your walls to milk him for all that he can offer.

Your pussy is wrapped so tightly around him that you swear you can feel his cock swell the moment before you give one more selfish clench. He comes bursting inside you – hot, gooey, overwhelming, and completely at the mercy of your greed. He pours not just his seed into your womb, but his wounded cries force their way down your throat. Right now, you're full of nothing but him, and finally the raging lust within you starts to fizzle into steam like a fire in the rain.

When Childe finally pulls his lips from yours, you're already starting to feel more like yourself. You feel like a doll being tugged at in the opposite directions of embarrassment and comfort. His eyes are back to their usual maritime blue, and he seems to be going through a similar dilemma.

"Um, are you…?" He starts off tentatively.

"Yeah, I'm good," you nearly chuckle, suddenly finding it hard to look him in the eye.

The two of you awkwardly untangle yourselves and he helps you sit up. You wince when you feel his cum drip out of you.

"Sorry," you mutter, pulling your robe closed over you despite you showing him everything just moments ago.

"Hey," he says and cups your cheek. A new kind of warmth fills your face when you manage to look at him. That's when you notice–

"The ears are gone!" You exclaim with a light gasp, reaching your hand to ruffle through his red hair.

You hear a chuckle, but Childe isn't laughing. Both of you turn your heads and see an apparition of a kitsune sitting between the trees. It seemingly grins and snickers at you two again when you notice it, and then vanishes into the air like incense smoke.

The two of you turn back to one another, silently affirming that you both actually saw that. You break first, laughing at how utterly ridiculous this whole thing is. He laughs too, pulling you towards him by the waist so he can kiss you between fits if giggles. It catches you by surprise, but you suppose you don't dislike it.

"I can't believe–" You stop yourself and pull away from him to touch your horns. You measure the new smooth growth by feel, at least a decade's worth or maybe even two. No wonder you were so out of your mind horny.

You sigh, still not finding it a good enough excuse to ease the embarrassment of being in this predicament.

"Don't worry, I like the new length," Childe assures you and grabs your wrists so you'll stop fiddling with them self-consciously.

You look at him and feel the contempt you had for him start to slip away. It makes you nervous. Getting attached to a human, especially one like him, wasn't something of your desire. But he won't let you overthink it. He steals another kiss from you as though he can't get enough.

"Will you paint them for me?" You ask.

"Of course," he says and kisses you between the horns. "I think I better get used to calling this place home as well."

(𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕)

[hxiaos]

𑁍 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐘 ? bloru‘s writing collab event ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: open ! (deadline august 30th)

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭

୨୧ please read the general rules on the preview page before advancing forward. (prompts & nsfw rules under the cut!)

𑁍 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒:

୨୧ all kinks are allowed except the ones revolving around noncon, incest (stepcest is allowed), pedophilia, gore, vore, (basically the nasty ones).

୨୧ dark content is allowed (except noncon). Yandere/possessive behavior etc. will be listed here as well since it‘s for mature audiences.

୨୧ when you participate and write dark content/or about a certain kink, make sure to tag it properly otherwise i won‘t add you.

୨୧ other than that go wild and be creative. 🤭

୨୧ don‘t forget to reblog this once you entered + don‘t forget to put our urls and use the #bloru.sweetnspice for tagging.

𑁍 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒:

1. "Can you kiss me?"

-> @xiaosweetheart with kazuha

-> @ciel-notte with childe

2. "I could destroy the world for you."

-> @soliloquartz with dottore

-> @tteokdoroki with childe

-> @hxiaos with scaramouche

3. "Sing for me?"

-> @anantaru with heizou

4. "It would’ve been better if you stayed away from me."

-> @myarlert with zhongli : itto : childe : diluc

-> @owlswritingcafe with xiao

5. "Is that my shirt?"

-> @owlswritingcafe with albedo

-> @hey--its--ryan with kaeya

-> @myarlert with thoma : kaeya : albedo : ayato

6. "Just because i’m the bad guy doesn’t mean i’m a bad guy."

-> @amosthirst with scaramouche

-> @p-antomime with childe

7. "Don’t push my buttons."

-> @anantaru with childe : pantalone : scaramouche : diluc

8. "You started this thing with me, you’re ending it with me."

-> @p-antomime with ayato

9. "Enjoying the view?"

-> @vynlouvre with childe : albedo : thoma : diluc

-> @kaeddehara with heizou : xiao : kazuha

10. "We make a pretty good team."

-> @anantaru with childe : kaeya : heizou : ayato

do not! steal, copy, modify, heavily edit or repost any of the works above. This event is hosted by @/bluexiao and @/anantaru. collab event under -> #bloru.sweetnspice

[hxiaos]

I COULD DESTROY THE WORLD FOR YOU !

♱ DOTTORE X AFAB! READER WORD COUNT: 2.4k

♱ SUMMARY : a mere test subject he solely created to satisfy his lustful desires . . . why would he suddenly fall head over heels for something he already acquired?

♱ WARNINGS : SMUT, MDNI. drugging, slight dubcon, praising, degradation, possessive! dottore, whipping, pussy drunk! dottore, sadistic masochistic themes, mirror sex, not proofread.

♱ AN : sorry for being horny + this is my submission for an event collab held by @bluexiao and @anantaru <3

it was eerily silent as you were encompassed by the monotoned, tall, four walls. the glacial temperature traces goosebumps all over your naked skin, feeling somewhat numb until you felt the sudden urge to budge a movement.

a crease between your brows forms as you feel your limbs encaged by some unknown material that was preventing you from moving; that's when it finally sank in your mind to which your messy entangled thoughts release into straight lines. you were being used as a test subject for the doctor, with a project he wanted to do for so long but never got the chance to. it all changes today.

for the record, this was his first attempt. you groggily peel your eyes open to be welcomed by intricate designed ceilings of grayscales colors— what stands tall from both of your sides are numerous rolling cart drawers, each one containing a specific category of equipments to be used by the doctor. a short, fuzzy memory flashes in your mind, the voice was distinct but the image was blurry. a black silhouette forms against the dim lights, "refer to the doctor as my lord or you'll suffer a great consequence." was all you can remember as you were taken away by masked, armed soldiers.

"you're finally awake. i'll be back to check on your statistics." a deep, eloquent voice reverberates inside the quiet vicinity, words spoken with elegance and class. the tread of footsteps from the mysterious person echoes as he takes steps away from your numb body, it slowly dies down the further he got; his figure vanishing quickly. your eyes start to feel heavy as your lids roll down and before you knew it, you doze off into a deep slumber once again.

this time, the glacial temperatures no longer rake shivers running up and down your spine. your eyes flutter open as you were now awoken by the multiple sensations tracing circles on your skin. a hum of acknowledgement sounds, the harbinger picking up the fact that you were awake now. "your sensitivity was indeed heightened. i say from the experiment, i conclude this as a success." you anchor your attention to the bright arctic locks that tumbled way past the male's shoulders, especially narrowing your gaze at his beaked mask composing of neutral colors that covered the top portion of his face. as he does the littlest movements, the glowing aquamarine blue earring dangles towards the direction as well. if you could sum it all up in one word, his character appears bizarre.

"very well, you may sit up straight on your bed now." his husky voice chimes into your ears once again. for some reason, everytime he speaks to you, your body writhes from the chills he sends to your system. wasting no time, you follow suit to his orders and sit, the adamantine bindings previously prohibiting you from budging were now gone. instead, all you had on your body was a sheer white fabric reaching just above your knees. the doctor closes the proximity between your bodies, the point of his mask a mere hair thin apart from your face upon touching. "do you know your purpose? do you know why you're here, at my laboratory, looking rather helpless?" the doctor parts his lips open, strings of questions shooting in a short minute.

you respond, "no, my lord." a raspy chuckle was what you receive in exchange. you were suddenly taken aback as the turquoise haired's gloved hands inches forward your face, tucking your disheveled hair behind your right ear. "you're here for a sole reason. to quench my thirst for carnal desire." the leather gloves trail from your ears down to your neck, the doctor delineates the fine lines carved on your bare skin slowly with a sinister smile tugging on the corners of his lips.

a searing feeling of lust brews in your lower abdomen as his ephemeral touches leave an invisible heating mark on your body. you unknowingly yearn for more and fortunately, he doesn't stop there. his free hand now starts to explore your torso, slender tips fiddling with your now perked up nipples. the sensation was too extreme as he later pinched the very bud in harsh turns, a whimper then escapes from your lips. he twists the part depending on which direction you moan the most on, finding delirium from seeing you in a sticky situation.

"amusing. come on, let me hear a lot more." he expresses, now toying with your mounds with his two gloves hands. the doctor tightly grips your tits as he kneads your soft flesh, his movements were too pleasurable that you could draw a conclusion he's quite skilled at what he does. you bite back a moan daring to slip past anytime now but he was mindful of every little detail of your movements, he picked that up and clicked his tongue. "i told you, let me hear your undignified moans of satisfaction."

"y . . yes . . my lord." you pause in between syllables, now feeling a lukewarm sensation brush along your neck. your hands were unable to keep themselves, it's as if something was urging you to roam your touches on the doctor's body too. with wobbly arms encaging the harbinger's tall stature, there you only realized he wore a thin yet eye-catching garb of clothing, one that is worth of an archon's ransom.

pulling him closer to your heated body, you suppose you didn't commit any act of prying into his boundaries as he only continued to toy with your body freely. the kitty licks he gave your sensitive spot starts to broaden followed by quick, sharp pangs of throbbing pain remaining in the part. your legs flinch from the feeling and a yelp bubbles in your throat, "my lord . ."

dottore withdraws from your body and faces you completely. "entertain me, will you?" his looming figure towers over yours and you gulp the lump forming in your throat. hands still shaking from the sudden tension, you start little by little upon removing his layers of clothing. first was the fluffy coat jacket draped over his shoulders accentuated with snezhnayan's motifs from the dangling steeled chains and diamond shapes adorning it.

stripping each layer of exquisite fabric from the scientist, the feigned bravery you mustered paid well as you see his chiseled pecs and ab muscles tracing lines from his plain white long sleeved button down. you palm his well-sculpted body through the fabric, the lust brimming in your heart starts to make you feel a tad bit lethargic and fuzzy all at the same.

you work your way by unbuttoning his top one by one— the farther that you got, the more you see his fair skin gleam from the bright white lightings. he looked like a masterpiece of madness and beauty that you couldn't help but to adore. a toothy grin creeps up on the doctor's face, "in heat already?" abashedly nodding while averting your gaze to somewhere else, "then stroke my cock so i can finally fill you in."

unzipping his trousers, you could feel the huge bulge on his crotch from his clothed dick brushing past your skin. your cunt starts to throb as you got more access to his erection, finally letting it spring free of restriction. you gather your spit in your mouth in one spot and lubricate your hands with the viscous liquid to coat his twitching cock with.

carefully gliding your hands up and down, you could feel how it was veiny, big and lengthy that you're already imagining how it would feel once you're clamping around him. guttural moans escape dottore's lips as you pump him with two hands at the same time. fingers sloppily curling around his dick, you were taken aback to hear the harbinger swear under his breath, a low, husky one at that.

naughty noises reverberate inside the room the longer your stroked his girth from the crown down to the shaft. as it stands tall and hard before your body, you hear another order from the doctor. "enough. now, lay down on your stomach and stick your ass up like a slut."

once again obeying like a loyal dog to its master, you follow suit with what he tells you to do. you let go of his twitching cock and slowly let yourself feel familiar with the bedsheets and lay there, butt perked up with hands spreading your folds for the doctor's eyes to feast upon. "good girl." he muses and kneels on the small bed frame, positioning himself from your entrance. he pumps himself a couple times as he guides the tip of his dick right into your seeping wet folds. "you like it?" he kept rubbing the head on your pussy with teasing rhythms much to your dissatisfaction.

starting to wiggle your butt to feel more of his dick and create friction, it makes dottore's lust spike up a lot more. "whore." he sternly says as he finally pushes himself in, to which you mewl a lot from the unfamiliar feeling of being filled insides. "my lord!" you whimper once dottore rewards you with powerful thrusts, skin slapping upon his impact. the grasp he had on the plush of your ass was harsh and tight, making sure his hands would leave imprints as proof of posession of his test subject.

as he maintains a painfully fast tempo of pounding, dottore puts plenty of pressure on your lower back to make your stomach fully lay flat on the hospital bed. once finished with setting your body up like how he wants it, he continues to pounce into you like there was no tomorrow. your walls contract everytime he intrudes your slutty hole, clamping around his cock so they could mold into a shape dottore's dick can only fit in. you grip the sheets for dear life as you feel the tip of his dick kiss your cervix, he was far too deep in you that it made you feel light headed.

it aches, but it feels good as well. it feels rewarding to be fucked stupid by an honorable harbinger, the doctor by that. "satisfying results from extortion, i say. now i have a sex doll solely living to satisfy my lustful tendencies."

he revels in the heavenly sight of your now naked body and tight, wet walls. his crisp cerise eyes flicker from the ass of your cheeks bouncing along with his thrusts to your shameful expressions to which he can see by a mirror's reflection placed in front of your lustful bodies. "look at yourself, look at the pathetic faces you've been making." the doctor says as he leans forward, his gloved dominant hand grabbing ahold of your cheeks. his fingers were enormous in size and slender in shape, you could feel your face crush from his grip alone.

he forces you to open your eyes and look at the body length mirror in front of you, hair messy and unkempt, lips smeared with drool and tears from the way dottore has been treating you. somehow, it all felt good, everything felt good.

"i don't regret the lengths i took just to acquire you in my hands at all." amidst the slapping noises bouncing off the walls, you try your best to comprehend his sentences.

you hum even though you could not understand, "your pretty little cunt, your soft tits, your beautiful face i'd love to paint with buckets of my cum— i want to do it so bad to you."

much to your relief, he finally lets go of your chin to let your head rest on the soft cushions again. the intercourse was starting to get rougher judging from the pace dottore has been going at and the degrading words he's telling you. "i don't think i'll be able to let go of you. i don't think i can even share you with my subordinates or my comrades."

he's still continuing to spew his feelings out like he was an open book for the audience meanwhile you were eager to know more what he thinks of you, "hell, i could even destroy the world for you." your eyes although heavy lidded from the lust clouding your consciousness, they widen into two full moons once you hear the very last sentence.

"my lord . ." you pant heavily as moans of pleasure shortly follow, "i'm ahh— u— unworthy of . . . your protection." his solferino irises narrow, the next thing you know: he grabs a spare necktie strewn across the floor earlier and wraps it around his wrist like a madman. he starts to slap your ass cheeks with it. crisp whipping noises blend in with your endless moans of gratification, tears starting to well up in your eyes.

"when i say something, it's of certainty at all times. don't go backing out on me now, after all, you're mine."

you constantly cry out from the mixed feelings of lechery and pain.

"i own you, right?"

mewls and moans could only be heard as he asked, longing for an affirmation from his test's subjects own mouth.

dottore whips you once again with the neck tie, the part starting to grow sore and shades darker from your skin tone. "yes, my lord! you own me."

what he does next catches you rather off guard once he jackhammers into your pussy, gloved hands getting rid of his beak mask. with a blurry vision, you could just see the cold blood red of his eyes glinting from the white lights reflecting from the mirror— "i showed you my face, do you trust me now?"

you answer willingly as your tongue sticks out in dire need of some sort of hydration and company, "yes my lord."

the doctor hums as he sees you gasping for life, "you look like a pathetic thirsty bitch. here, drink some of these." he whips out several glass vials containing unknown colored liquids from his cabinet within his reach. he unscrews the cap and pours all of it on your face, the sticky liquids clings onto your skin but you desperately lick every droplet to ingest.

he watches you brazenly, gaze anchored at your pretty, fucked up features only. shortly after dottore feels his bliss of release coming to which he picks up the pace and pushes into you in an animalistic speed, biting his lower lip to focus and feed you with all of his pent up seed.

white liquids sprawl out on your lower back as he pulls his dick out, neverending strings of cum pooling on your skin. he lets out a demeaning chuckle and gathers all of his cum with his gloved fingers, proceeding to inch toward you and insert his digits into your wet, sticky mouth. "gobble it all up."

"of course my lord." words muffled from his gloved fingers shoved into your mouth, you gulp it all down like a good sex doll would.

[hxiaos]

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃’𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄.

Zhongli, Itto, Childe & Diluc x fem!reader

CW: smut, a smidge of angst [hence the title], v. penetration, a big use of ‘little one’, names; sweetie, little one, a couple creampies, oral [m. receiving & f. receiving.], cum eating, hair pulling, one mention of spanking, implications of jealousy,

Heyo!! This is my work for the lovely sweet & spice event collab that @bluexiao and @anantaru are hosting! I’m very happy to be a part of this one!

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𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈

secretly doesn’t mean it. he says it when he’s having one of those rage moments he tends to have often. he doesn’t mean it when he slams you into the wall, his golden eyes burning into yours, his hands holding your hips forwards against the thigh he’s put between your legs. how he would be so mean but brush hair behind your ear, ‘you know it wouldn’t been better if you stayed away from me, you know that?’

even when he pushed away from you, continuing to walk down the hall he felt such guilt. but later that evening, when you slipped into his long coat that he’d left laying abandoned on a dining hall table, nothing under it then made your way into his private chambers, he couldn’t stay mad. you’d be on top of him, rocking your hips down against his cock as he’d be lightly bucking his up into you, letting his pretty, golden pubes grind and tickle your clit and thighs. ‘i can’t seem to stay mad at you.. especially when you pull little escapades like this, little one..’ oh how he would curse under this breath before laying down against the blankets, using his hands to continue your movements as you bounced on top of him, sliding his cock in and out, watching how it glistens as you get wetter and wetter with each thrust. ‘my dear.. where did all this come from? was i not scolding you hours ago? oh.. you liked it didn’t you.’ a deep, gravely chuckle would erupt from his throat, sending chills down your spine, just as he would grab at your hips to hold you down and still from moving. his entire cock sheathed balls deep inside you, stopped so he can feel you desperately trying to move and gain friction, he laughed again at the feeling of you clenching uncontrollably. ‘yeah you did..’

𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

now listen, you were out on a walk on some trail in the deep forests of Inazuma and in your defense, you didn’t hear Itto behind you. truth be told, he’d been following you for some time, watching as you bent down in that dress.. to smell some flowers, touch the water of a pond or try to play with a small animal on the ground. but of course, he would make it all about him. ‘hey!’ his voice would scare you, causing you to jump a little. your back would press against a tree, wanting to turn around and run when you saw him but part of you was telling you to stay and see what he would do. ‘what are you doing out here all alone, little one?’ he wasn’t as scary as you remember him being, since you hadn’t seen him for years and years, he wasn’t a big as you remembered. taking a deep breath, you speak up. ‘why were you following me?’ you’d ask, watching his lil fangs show through that pretty smirk.. he’d laugh. ‘me?! following you!? HA! now sweetie, i thought i told you to stay away from me?’ hed walk closer, your hands placed on the tree right behind your back seemingly digging into the bark as he got so close his forehead might of well have been pressed against yours. he can tell by the way your eyes are blown wide and breath has hitched in your throat that you’re nervous. he’d bend down even more, the tip of his nose just barely brushing against yours. ‘have you got a little crush on me? hm?’ the way he would condescendingly shake his head while laughing, before placing his hands on the tree next to your head. ‘you do. then why haven’t you done something about it? hm little one? cant speak now?’ and just like that, in mere moments later Arataki Itto would have you pressed against the tree, on your knees while you kitten licked the tip of his thick cock, resisting the urge to press his hips forward and watch your eyes roll back as you gag on his length. ‘oh that’s it.. ya.. right there sweetie.. fffuuuck-’ his long nails would dig lightly into the back of your head, wanting you to take more into your mouth as his cock starts to twitch, but you just continue teasing the head. ‘little one.. look up here.’ his jaw would drop as he sees your mouth filled to the brim with his thick seed. ‘fuck it.. we need to act like i hate you, but look at me cutie, i don’t hate you. god i love this fucking mouth.. come with me tonight..’

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

you’d always see him standing at the front of that bank, and yes he was extremely feared but it only grew your interest in him. and that’s why on that one night, you climbed out of your bedroom window, crossing the city and climbing some stairs before seeing him leaning against a railing talking to another, larger man. you peeked around the counter just as he looked past the man, spotting you with that look on his face, the one where he knew you weren’t supposed to be there and he loved it. he turned to the man again and looked as if he were saying goodbye. you turned the corner and started racing down the stairs as he starts chasing after you. the thrill of having his man running after you send a chill down your spine, but also a swarm of butterflies. you’d only spoken to him once, and it didn’t entirely go the best. ‘stop!’ he’d call out, making you turn your head to see him slowing his pace, turning into a walk. you did the same. ‘come here.’ hesitantly, you approached the man, that thrill still ringing throughout your body. and look at that? approaching the man has gotten you here, between the back of a building and the wall of rock that surrounds the city. he has you bent over, hands running up and down your spine as his hips rhythmically slap into yours, his balls slapping your clit and it sends a shock up your body each each slap. ‘oh yeah.. shit.. when i told you not to come near me.. or even look at me, this is where it would get you- fuck- and this is where we are. if you’d just been a good girl..’ he’d pause for a moment, pulling all the way out before grabbing your hair to pull you up, your back pressed against the slightly open shirt that’s covering his body. ‘you wouldn’t have me here like this.. but oh you love it don’t you? you fucking love the thrill of having me, one of the most feared of the Harbingers.. using your sweet pussy huh?’ he’d pull your head back more, arching your back so you could look back at him, that look in your eyes that makes his tummy churn. ‘yeah you fucking love this..’ he’d bring a hand back down, using it to push himself back inside you. as if he knew, he clamped a hand down over your mouth to keep you silent. it was hardly fair though, with how much he was grunting about how much he loved your sweet cunt, about how good it must feel to have his hot cum dripping out of you, leaking past your clit and onto your thighs, ultimately sliding down your legs as he drops your nightgown before pulling you into his arms. an oddly sweet gesture coming from the feared man, but quickly changes as he whispers, ‘it would’ve been better if you’d stayed away from me.. yeah?’

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂

‘it would’ve been better if you’d just done as i said and stayed away from me for a while.’ you didn’t care. and truthfully, you didn’t know how it happened so quick. one day, the two of you were happily in love, sharing different experiences together, and he next his hatred is burning for you. was it perhaps he caught kaeya flirting with you? or was it when he saw you with your hand on the 11th Harbingers chest. either way, his mind was changed. pretty bitter of him, how cold he can turn so fast. but still.. all of that and here he is, still devouring your dripping cunt as if the two of you were still in love. you loved how his tongue was flicking against you, moving down to dive deep inside and pull out again. his words still floated around your mind.. how could he tell YOU to stay away from him when he knows he’s overreacting? doesn’t matter now.. what matters now and how he’s using his gloved thumb to spread your wetness across your thighs, looking up at you and the way your tits move with your movements. doesn’t matter really, you can tell by the end of this things will go back to the way they were before. often times, diluc will have a fit like this, a jealous fit in which he sees someone with you and then lashes out. you were tugging at his soft, red hair, pulling it until the hair tie came out, letting his hair fall past his shoulders and onto your thighs, tickling them and he didn’t care one bit. ‘i’m sorry.. i’m so sorry. i’m sorry for-’ a kiss to your clit. ‘acting like that.. i know your never do anything to disobey me, sweetheart.’ another softer kiss to your clit. oh but how fast is he able to get up onto his knees, pull your thighs over his to align his cock with your absolutely puffed and sensitive cunt? like that. ‘let me show you i’m not mad.’ and just like that, he would shove every inch deep inside you. despite that crazed, angry look upon his face, he isn’t going nearly as hard as you expected. he would drop his gaze, watching his abs flex as he pushes his hips forward and backwards from you, seeing that ring of cream start to gather at his base. he just couldn’t stay mad at you for long. he’d bring a hand up to your mouth, letting your teeth catch at his glove before telling you to leave it in your mouth, using that hand to start rub small circles on your clit, little tight ones that he knew would send you over within seconds. ‘dear.. heavens.. yeah just like that..’ he spoke out as you started bucking your hips up gently, rocking on and off of him. the sensation of you cumming around him sends him over, he’d hold tightly onto your thighs as he’d begin to twitch violently inside you. the pretty moans he would have, finally cumming after being pent up for the last few days. as he pulls out, he kisses your tummy, rubs his hand softly on your hips and helps pull you down. and of course, his eyes wouldn’t help but stay on where he was leaking out of you..

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High, high, high heels!

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“Love, are you busy?” you asked opening the door without waiting for an answer and entering the room that was usually only used by him, who didn't raise his eyes to stare at you, but answered with an arched eyebrow as if to say he was paying attention to you anyway, “I wanted to show you something!”

“Go on, sweetie, but I’m a litt—”

Ayato started to speak, visibly with a stressed tone not caused by you, but as soon as he turned to face you the first thing that caught his attention were those heels that he had never seen you wear. And there wouldn't even be any way: you had quietly bought them with Yae while your boyfriend was too busy being the reserved businessman he is. 

“Do you like them?” you gave a little twirl as if you were showing yourself to him and put one of your feet forward noticing the way he seemed to completely drop what he was doing before you arrived. 

“Do it again,” Ayato ordered with his index finger twirling in the air and you did it again with the sound of the heels clicking against the polished floor, “I don't think I could see them properly, c'mere,” his hand patted lightly on the desk he had been working on earlier and as you moved closer, a small smile formed on your lips as you saw the bulge between his thighs become more evident as the sounds of your footsteps grew louder. 

As soon as you leaned on the edge of the desk, one of his hands was on your thighs playing with the hem of your dress and the other was grabbing the knee of your other leg to pull you up until one of the soles of your heels was resting on the edge of the chair he was sitting on, the tip of it exactly in the middle of his legs, almost brushing against the instant boner he had. 

“Now, I can see better, a lot better,” Ayato whispered before running his tongue over his lips and raising eyes to your face that was now trying to hide the smug smile that had appeared; deep down, the purchase of those heels with Yae's help was an attempt to change the power dynamics between you and him, “You're such a sassy puppy, aren't you? Trying to seduce and tease me; who taught you to be that smart?”

A giggle escaped you, but soon it turned into a gasp as his fingers slid under your dress to reach the sensitive inner part of your thighs. It took very little time for him to force your legs apart from each other and use his middle finger to rub your clit while his thumb was rubbing against the middle of your panties to feel the wet spot there growing. 

“You did, needless to say,” you replied opening your legs a little wider and unwittingly forcing the soles of your heels against Ayato's cock just as his finger applied more pressure under your sensitive heap of nerves. 

He, unlike expected, let out a gasping, hoarse groan before letting the head fall back and swallowing dryly before forcing his hips against your foot. 

“Again, do it again, puppy,” his voice came out a little deeper and you didn't expect to feel your pussy get any wetter for it and did exactly as instructed, being rewarded with his fingers pulling your panties aside and sliding inside you almost immediately, “Let's see who can make the other cum faster, yeah? But you can't touch me unless I say so, well-trained puppies like you know how to follow rules, right?”

Your head readily agreed, as the only thing coming out of your mouth were gasping moans that got even louder as soon as his fingers started to curve inside your pussy. 

“If you make me cum faster than I make you, I'll let you use my dick to get off as much as you want, sounds good, doesn't it?”

Zhongli is a man who likes high heels because he thinks they are sophisticated, sexy, elegant, and most of the ones in your shoe closet were bought with him helping you choose, but he always has a favorite.

He has a favorite among all of them and every time you wear that piece it seems that something clicks in the most primitive part of his brain and he immediately needs to be with hands groping your body and pinning you against any surface, the bed, the nearest wall, the living room table, the sofa, to relieve the tension coursing through his body and concentrating on his cock.  

He's such a polite and courteous man, but barely can control himself when he sees you wearing that red high heel with the thin, long black tip. 

The very second you bend down to put it on while Zhongli is busy fixing his tie, he already knows how the evening is going to end in that very room: with him holding you by the base of the neck while your head is slumped back, your eyes are fixed on the huge mirror in the bedroom and his dick is deep inside you, stretching you so well, almost to the limit. 

Your make-up was already totally smeared, but nevertheless, the man above you still found you as beautiful as before. And the wet sounds coming from between your thighs as you were fucked into oblivion blended with your gasping moans and the grunts of ecstasy coming from him. 

You couldn't even breathe properly both because of the pressure he was applying to your neck to keep you still and because he had made you cum earlier using only his long fingers. 

His hips bumped against yours, and stopping or asking him to stop was not an option.

Every time your eyes locked with Zhongli's amber ones in the reflection of the mirror and a smirk appeared on his lips as he felt you squeeze his cock, it seemed to bring your body even closer to cumming again. 

If your red heels had the overwhelming effect of managing to reduce Zhongli to a man driven by his own instincts to sink into your pussy for hours and hours, his dick had the power to make you want to be nothing more than just his fucktoy for hours. 

“You're lookin' like you're going to pass out, is my dick that good for you?” he asked leaning in and letting his gasping breath mingle with yours and your hands slid down his shoulders to reach his back to scratch them as your head frantically agreed as it was hard to answer him without being able to breathe properly. 

"Ye-yeah, 's so good, 'can feel you so—so ngh deep", your eyes rolled back as soon as you felt his tip kissing your cervix, "Wanna you—d-doing it harder, please, I—"  

Zhongli knew what you meant with yours breathless, disconnected and ultimately stupid sentences, and so he took his hands off your neck only to use them to push your legs against your tits and put you in mating press. Now, every time he lifted his head to look at your reflection, he could see yours red heels rising and falling as his cock sank into your little pussy — and that alone was enough to make him cum deep and fill you to the brim. 

Your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him from pulling away without having released every last drop inside you and hands tangling in his hair to pull him into a kiss that didn't last long because you both needed to breathe.

Itto had the impression of being in heaven and hell at the same time, it had suddenly become too hard for him to breathe and it wasn't just because the subway was crowded and because you had seen him almost as soon as you got on and went to stand with your back to him. 

He could feel his pants getting tighter around his cock as soon as your back was turned to him, your ass rubbing against the exact spot where the volume was becoming more and more evident and your legs and feet wearing the heels he liked the most next to his. But, ironically, Itto earlier in the week had talked about how he was going to behave well when you told him you’d be getting the same subway he used to go back to home; his was practically in the same direction and path as yours, except that he needed to get off two stations earlier. 

“Everthing alright?” you asked looking over your shoulder at him and feeling one of his large hands grab your waist to keep you from moving away. 

“I didn't know you're going to wear them,” Itto said, nodding at your heel-covered feet and a small giggle was muffled by you. 

In reality, your intention was not to tease him, especially since you had deliberately forgotten that this pair was your needy boyfriend's favorite one, but in the meantime, he didn't need to know that and so you spoke, “I wanted to make you a surprise, did you like it or...?”

“You wanted to give me a fuckin' boner, that's what you wanted,” he spoke lower so no one but the two of you would hear and you purposely wriggled against his dick confined in his pants until you felt his fingers dig harder into the skin of your waist before saying: “You're so smart, Itto!” 

Your boyfriend felt his cheeks blush violently and the air escape his lungs again before he ran his tongue over lips and pulled your body a little closer until his boner was visibly between your legs, below your also covered pussy.

As expected, your favorite himbo was always going to fall for the traps you set to frustrate him.

Looking at the signs showing the stations you had passed and the ones you would pass through in the next few minutes, you were absolutely certain that he wouldn't even be able to make himself cum and would have to walk for a few blocks with an uncomfortable boner — which meant he would go to your home at the weeknd even more willing to just rip your clothes off your body and pin you against a wall so he could be balls deep inside you.

Itto held you still with both hands and began to rub and force hips against your ass and thighs, his face sunk against the curve of your shoulder and you stood looking down too ashamed to look around and see if anyone was staring at you in the middle of an act that shouldn't happen in a public setting.

Your panties were starting to get stickier against your folds as his pants got tighter and his big dick was almost begging to be released somehow, but all he could do was hump his hips against yours trying to cum while his eyes were fixed on the way your heels were lying on the floor looked increasingly wobbly from you not being able to stand up straight on them at the moment. 

"S-Stop, Itto, we, I need—the next station is the one I need to—" 

You tried to reason with him to stop and even tried to get his hands off your waist, but the only thing he did besides force his cock harder against your thighs and grunting at the foot of your ear was to say, “Don't care, 'm almost—ngh, there, almost there, just a few—”

The sound of the station about to arrive resounded through the place, you held the breath and Itto bit your shoulder to try to stifle a loud moan, his hands squeezing your body even harder and the rhythm of his hips getting clunkier until they slowly stopped.

Your himbo had definitely surpassed your expectations and managed to cum before you ever got out of that subway car — and more than that: Itto even opened a cocky grin with his bulging fangs as he watched you struggle to balance on your heels to get out of the subway. 

“I said: 'No touching', Kaeya,” you said as you propped yourself up on your elbows trying to regulate the breathing while your boyfriend, standing between your legs, with hands assiduously squeezing and caressing your thighs and tongue busily licking and sucking your pussy like it was the best meal of his life, looked up at you with his eyes glistening with excitement. 

When he pulled his face away from it to place a kiss on your thighs, you saw the smirk he was opening before speaking, “You said 'no touching on my pussy', and this pussy isn't even yours, it's mine, belongs t’me,” his tongue licked his lips and then quickly went back to sucking your clit before spreading your folds so he could do the same to your entrance. 

“I thought you said you could make me cum without your hands, Mr. Alberich,” you whispered and immediately Kaeya pulled away from between your thighs and you could see his cock leaking a little more pre-cum. 

Kaeya liked everything involving power plays between the two of you, so when you came up with the idea of doing some roleplay involving secretary and CEO, any position where he was in some power or position above you, he almost couldn't hide his excitement with a wide grin. 

That being agreed between the two of you, the first thing you did was to buy heels that matched someone working in a business office and, for the first time, Kaeya realized that maybe, just maybe, there was something strangely exciting about seeing you wearing them. It seemed that the one who had the power in the scene was him, but the one who determined what had or could be done was you because your heels emanated everything, especially the need to force you into submission — and your boyfriend was not opposed to this; quite the opposite in fact. 

Give Kaeya Alberich a challenge and he will definitely fall head over heels for it. 

“And I can, but still: you didn't contradict me about me just not being able to touch your pussy, did you forget what was agreed from when you started working for me?,” Kaeya stood up and over you again, one knee of his pressed against your pussy and one hand of his on your chin forcing you to look at him. 

“Uh? You shouldn't touch either my pussy or my body, a boss shouldn't be like that with a secretary, don't you think?” you batted your eyelashes in his direction and Kaeya almost had the impression that he was about to cum. 

“You're being so fuckin' sassy and bratty today,” he squeezed your chin a little and opened a sideways grin at seeing you grunt in pain, “Who d'you think you are to try to tell me where I can touch you, huh? Put yourself on your place, pretty thing,” and after speaking, he quickly manhandled your body to turn you on your back to him with face down and ass up, as if you were just a little doll to be put in whatever position he wanted, “Or I'll put you on it.”

Just then Kaeya forcefully spread your legs apart, pulled your hips a little higher and rubbed the tip of his dick against your clit while his eyes admired the heels that were still on your feet. 

You tried to rest hands on the mattress and he promptly forced you to lie completely flat again with one hand on the back of your neck pushing you down.

It didn't take long for his cock to slide into your little pussy, the tip of it kissing your cervix and his cum-filled balls slapping against your swollen clit and you both moaned in unison, your toes curling against the linings of the heels and your hands gripping the bed sheets forcefully. 

“You're so fucking tight, I can tell now that you're always giving me an attitude ‘cause you think you can get away with using that pretty little pussy, ‘m I wrong?”

You nodded in agreement and moaned loudly as he gave a long, deep thrust, “B-But, can't I, Mr. Alberich?”

Before he started fucking you into oblivion with hands possessively gripping your waist, you heard him let out a mocking chuckle close to your ear and speak, “Course you can, with a pussy as good as yours you might even get a promotion faster, pretty.”

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