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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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cw. fem oral receiving — minors do not interact.

Phainon loves bathing you in kisses, especially when he can feel the way your body tenses up between presses of his lips as they find themselves trailing along the inside of your thighs. His mouth makes its way down your leg, suckling ticklishly into the sensitive skin and it’s only when it comes to rest against the inside of your knee does he stop.

He leaves one more there before resting his cheek on you and he looks up to meet your eyes from where his huge body squeezes between your spread thighs. He’s got a satisfied grin on his face despite your obvious arousal and neediness, but he opts to play the fool when he feels you wriggle beneath him.

“Oh? Do you need something?” He’s smiling as he asks and it makes your body feel even more restless.

“Phainon…” Your breathing catches beneath your yearning, making your voice sound as more of a purr but he seems eager to respond to it anyway, starting with a chuckle.

“Come on, you’re more than capable of telling me, aren’t you?” Phainon’s fingers squeeze around your ankle at the sound of his name cast in your voice and he breathes out another laugh, this one almost breathless. It feels like everything inside you moves at the sound. “If you speak up I’ll be sure to see to your request with haste.”

He punctuates his cheeky response by twisting his face to kiss at the inside of your knee again. It’s undeniable how amused he seems, you can feel the smirk he’s wearing engrave its way into your skin.

“Are you just going to tease me all night?”

“If that’s what you wish.” You fidget beneath him again as Phainon’s breath cools the spit along your skin, and he pushes more of himself a bit closer as he begins to trail new kisses up the inside of your thighs. The width of his body forces your legs to spread wider to accommodate him.

“I didn’t say that.” You respond, biting on your lower lip.

And his eyes flicker up at you to admire the expression. “Hah, and here I thought you to be enjoying it.” With every kiss that the Chrysos Heir presses closer to your intimate skin, the warmer you become. You’ve probably already soaked through your panties by the time Phainon’s done closing his lips just short of your upper, inner thighs— and he suckles there until you can only shamelessly hump into thin air.

“Sure enough, you seem as eager as always. I think it’s safe to assume you have something in mind, no?”

Your voice quivers back, “Well, I wouldn’t necessarily say I’m not enjoying it… I think that’s obvious.” And you hear Phainon laugh at your confession, deliberately exhaling across your clothed folds. Yet, you still find it in yourself to continue— to get what you want. “But I’d like to have you now.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

He listens for the most part, there’s an undeniable hunger to his eyes when he gives you a handsome look and by his next breath, he’s pressing his nose against the damp spot in your panties to inhale. It’s slow at first, but he groans and the scent of you that encompasses his senses is enough to make his hips press into the bed to relieve the sudden want for friction.

Phainon’s tongue presses against you next, teasing your clit through the damp fabric of your underwear and even clothed it feels incredible. The muscle laps at you slowly, flattening against the puffy bud as he slowly mouths at you — bearing down on you enough to press you deeper into the mattress.

And he nips his teeth along the gentle spread of your folds until you gasp, gnawing down on your lower lip now but you know he’s still holding back on you when he slowly shakes his head against your cunt.

“Quit teasing.” You hiss, despite humping up for more of his mouth and he actually gives himself up quite easily, wrapping his lips around your clothed clit to suck and it makes your toes curl as the spit soaked fabric clings to you. The extra layer still feels overwhelmingly good — but it’s only when Phainon’s fingers finally come to pull it to the side that you feel really short on air.

“Alright, I’ll give you what you want then. Seems I just can’t say no to you now, can I?”

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Phainon + face sitting plsplspls 🥹

⭒ PHAINON ── FACE SITTING

cw. fem reader. eighteen+ minors do not interact. face sitting. multiple orgasms hint ( ? ).

word count. short+sweet. ︵ ⊹ return to masterlist.

It’s tight. The grip in which Phainon’s huge hands squeeze into the flesh of your ass and it’s almost too easy the way he’s able to drag you along the greedy press of his mouth as you rest more of your weight down onto his face

Your own movements gave out a while ago, after the nth time you creamed on his tongue. But the Chrysos Heir has shown no plans of stopping in his indulgence between your thighs and you can only give him a blown, lidded look from where you’re sat atop him.

Phainon’s eagerness makes your thighs twitch as you struggle to open up your eyes after your next blink, but you’re glad you still can, even if it’s just so you can see him like this. The blueish hue to his hair almost glows from where it’s spread out on the pillows beneath him and you can see the way his flush stretches right up to the tips of his ears.

It encourages your next staggered breath as you grind down a bit more of your weight onto his tongue and that urges him to give you a look. His bright gaze flickering towards you before you feel him begin to grin against your pussy,

“What is it? Hm?” His words are almost light despite how drawn out they sound, trembling against the tired nerves in your clit as Phainon deliberately nuzzles himself deeper between your folds and the question must be rhetorical. It must be—

There’s no way he can expect you to answer when he follows it with a few hard, long licks along your pussy before closing his lips around you to suck, and only when you begin to shake does he pull away from you with a pop.

Your fucked out expression seems to turn him on even more.

“Heh, what? Done already?” His smile gleams when you meet it, a mixture of spit and slick smeared along his lips and the lower half of his face— even his cheeks are covered, flushed and pink. But his voice is as charming as always, “I’ve hardly had my fill.”

Phainon likes the way you’re looking at him, accompanied by the way your hips almost vibrate over his mouth when he leans back in between your thighs to explore even more of you. He can’t stop himself, not even when his cock is leaking and begging for a bit of friction — he’s quite happy to swirl his tongue around your clit with the purpose of feeling you cum again instead.

“Phainon~” You squirm, thighs threatening to close around his cheeks but the Chrysos Heir is stronger than you, keeping you spread open lewdly for his tongue to drag and flick over your sensitive, puffy clit and he makes sure to meet your gaze when he sucks it between his teeth.

There’s another crack in your voice before your hips buck against his face, and Phainon watches you as he feels something ache and twitch in his cock. He’s slurping again, smacking at your essence before he’s pushing his tongue further past your folds and he moans when it’s enough to press easily past your clenching hole.

It makes his fingers squeeze into your ass as he guides you in closer and you wonder if he can even breathe with how close he is. Until he does, barely— gasping with a spent breath.

As if he’d happily use his last to praise you, “I’d say I’m quite impressed with how long you’ve been able to hold out already.”

The Chrysos Heir chuckles against the warmth of your cunt again, shakes his face softly between your folds as he pulls back to kitten lick at your clit and Phainon feels the way it makes your body get a bit more rigid with each swipe. He smiles against you with that before continuing with another desperate croon of a laugh, “So what’s another, right?”

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blade could definitely put you in a headlock while he fucks you in prone bone, leaving you squished between his biceps and beneath the muscles of his huge body 💗

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doggy style with blade and he has one arm has you in a headlock and the other is wrapped around to rub your clit.

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What do you think Blade is like in the bedroom? I struggle to imagine it well, I always feel like I'm pushing him too far out of character

warning for not sfw beneath the cut !!

blade's an intense lover. it can be intimidating at first, but his reasoning is quite endearing. he wants to ensure you're enjoying yourself. he fears that by losing himself in you, he might forget his strength and accidentally cause you harm. consequently, he's rather pent-up. his libido was nonexistent for centuries, only for you to turn his world upside down. it's remarkable how easily you can rile him up. the cute noises you make while stretching, how you tug on his sleeve to get his attention, hell, even a whiff of your perfume in passing has his brain doing a system reboot. it takes all his self-control not to pounce on you at any given moment.

he handles you with surprising care, given his gruff demeanor. this is especially apparent during your first few times together. he'll ignore his own throbbing desire and spend ample time preparing your body. even when sliding his fingers inside you, he scrutinizes your facial expressions to ensure he's causing no major discomfort. he'll murmur words of encouragement in this deep, gravelly voice that can't be good for your heart. he likes getting you all flustered, it's one of the rare times you'll hear him chuckle.

over time, he becomes more willing to indulge in his preferences, although he still considers your pleasure his priority. he isn't especially vocal, aside from some low grunts and breathy moans as he nears his end. he also has a huge thing for finishing inside you. he could get hard all over again just from watching his load seep out. stare him in the eye, push it back in with your fingers and he's keeping you in that room for another few hours. it makes him unhinged.

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haitham would look so juicy in grey sweatpants… lord.

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i forgot i had this nsfw blog but i’ve recently had very many unholy thoughts so maybe i’ll post a few brainrots soon

however! i’m thinking about being diluc’s current partner and kaeya’s ex.

the both of you have some obvious unfinished business and so diluc warily agrees to let you go, for one night and one night alone, in order to tie any loose threads with your ex boyfriend by any means necessary.

diluc holds you by the elbows before you leave, eyes searching yours in silent conversation. the both of you are still in his bedroom, but diluc feels as if you’ve slipped past his fingertips already.

this is what you need, yes? what you want?

reassuring hands go to cup his triceps. you hate the solemn expression on his face, truly. it pains you.

yes. i’d rather i settle this once and for all, but are you sure you’re okay with this? it’s okay if you’re not. promise.

the man rests his forehead against your own, jaw tight and eyes closing shut. you find that your eyes fall closed, too.

if that’s what you want, i won’t deny it from you.

it’s easy to tell that diluc is apprehensive. rightfully so, in your opinion. if you were in his shoes, it would hurt to give him away. even for one night.

you’re nothing but grateful that he’s so considerate of you. of your situation.

diluc pulls back.

“i’ll come fetch you if you’re not back by dawn. if anything happens…” his breath hitches.

“i’ll find you.”

“yes,” diluc whispers after a moment. “please.”

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might i propose… a threesome… with haitham and kaveh… yeah.

and they’re so jealous of each other, too. while haitham’s pounding you earnestly from behind, kaveh can’t stand to hear how good he’s making you feel.

so, his solution is to plug your pretty little mouth with his cock to muffle your sounds— to have you choking on him, to feel you moaning and constructing around him.

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hush

pairings: alhaitham x gn!reader

genre: smut (MINORS DNI.)

content: non-intrusive sex, reader!receiving, softdom!haitham, haitham rubs you off

wc: 600+

summary: alhaitham’s frustrations have bubbled over no thanks to kaveh’s constant interventions. he has to have you, and he’ll take whatever he can get.

“haitham, sweetheart… should we really be doing this right now?” you sigh, a contradictory mix of exasperation and content. the body pressed right up against your back provides a comforting source of heat despite the chill of midnight. “it’s rather late…”

alhaitham noses at your nape almost reverently, pressing lazy kisses along the intimate skin. “you’ve always preferred doing this at night, no?”

“well, yes, but your roommate— what was his name again? ‘cabbage’? he’s still here.”

“his name isn’t important,” he replies with that voice so sickeningly smooth. although rather amused, the man opts to ignore the butchering of kaveh’s name if only to maintain the growing heat of the moment.

ahaitham’s left hand snakes over to roam your already flushed body, mapping out the curves of your sides and the divots of your hip that he knows so well. “and you can be quiet, can’t you?”

your head rests supported by his right arm, his bicep cushioning you better than the silken pillows themselves despite how luxurious they may be. it’s difficult to formulate sentences with how closely the both of you are intertwined— a lovers’ cocoon of want and desire.

“i’d— i’d rather you didn’t test me.”

the man huffs at your words, keen on taking on your not-quite challenge. slowly, almost achingly so, his hand begins to glide lower and lower until it slips just below the garter of your pants, earning him a delicious gasp.

alhaitham smirks. you couldn’t see the tilt of his lips, but you could feel it. “oh, i’m sure that’s not quite true.”

he soon reaches your most intimate area, cupping it gently with his large hand. his kisses to your neck grow firmer and longer in duration, licking and sucking occasionally as he continues to palm you underneath your layers. you do your best to stifle your needy little whimpers, burying your face into his arm, but your boyfriend didn’t seem to like the resistance.

alhaitham’s lips trail up even higher, and you shiver at the hot puffs of air brushing up against the shell of your ear.

if there was one thing that could get you to crack, it was this; with no prior warning, your lover suddenly quickens the pace at which he strokes you. the bastard then proceeds to softly nibble at your lobe, groaning— knowing full well that the sound of his voice had always been one of your weaknesses— and you finally break.

you’re not sure who to blame when you start pushing hastily up against him— your body’s inability to resist his touch, or him.

both, perhaps.

his hand diligently continues its pace until you come, waves of blissful euphoria coursing through your entire body. alhaitham grunts when you bite down harder on his arm to silence yourself, but he welcomes the dull ache like a reward. you slump further into the bed after your high, completely— almost comically— limp in his embrace.

you’re shaking by the time he’s through with you. however, you still hadn’t made so much as a sound.

that is, at least, minus your laboured breathing and occasional whimpers, but you’d count this as a win regardless.

your lover pulls his hand out, quivering slightly at the loss of your warmth, and pats your hip affectionately.

“well done,” he chuckles fondly. “apologies for underestimating you.”

“bastard...” you’re not sure how much bite you’ve got to your bark. not much, you’d guess, considering the familiar sensation of his chest rising and falling quickly.

he’s laughing. but in the end, you can’t help but laugh along with him too.

alhaitham plants one last kiss to the top of your head before tucking the both of you under the covers. draping his arm across your side and wrapping you tight against him, you rest your own atop his and intertwine your fingers together.

you’re close to drifting off until you feel something poking your ass, accompanied by the not-so-subtle movement of someone’s hips.

a quick nip to the fingers interlocked with yours is enough to put a stop to your lover’s antics.

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hush

pairings: alhaitham x gn!reader

genre: smut (MINORS DNI.)

content: non-intrusive sex, reader!receiving, softdom!haitham, haitham rubs you off

wc: 640+

summary: alhaitham’s frustrations have bubbled over no thanks to kaveh’s constant interventions. he has to have you, and he’ll take whatever he can get.

“haitham, sweetheart… should we really be doing this right now?” you sigh, a contradictory mix of exasperation and content. the body pressed right up against your back provides a comforting source of heat despite the chill of midnight. “it’s rather late…”

alhaitham noses at your nape almost reverently, pressing lazy kisses along the intimate skin. “you’ve always preferred doing this at night, no?”

“well, yes, but your roommate— what was his name again? ‘cabbage’? he’s still here.”

“his name isn’t important,” he replies with that voice so sickeningly smooth. although rather amused, the man opts to ignore the butchering of kaveh’s name if only to maintain the growing heat of the moment.

ahaitham’s left hand snakes over to roam your already flushed body, mapping out the curves of your sides and the divots of your hip that he knows so well. “and you can be quiet, can’t you?”

your head rests supported by his right arm, his bicep cushioning you better than the silken pillows themselves despite how luxurious they may be. it’s difficult to formulate sentences with how closely the both of you are intertwined— a lovers’ cocoon of want and desire.

“i’d— i’d rather you didn’t test me.”

the man huffs at your words, keen on taking on your not-quite challenge. slowly, almost achingly so, his hand begins to glide lower and lower until it slips just below the garter of your pants, earning him a delicious gasp.

alhaitham smirks. you couldn’t see the tilt of his lips, but you could feel it. “oh, i’m sure that’s not quite true.”

he soon reaches your most intimate area, cupping it gently with his large hand. his kisses to your neck grow firmer and longer in duration, licking and sucking occasionally as he continues to palm you underneath your layers. you do your best to stifle your needy little whimpers, burying your face into his arm, but your boyfriend didn’t seem to like the resistance.

alhaitham’s lips trail up even higher, and you shiver at the hot puffs of air brushing up against the shell of your ear.

if there was one thing that could get you to crack, it was this; with no prior warning, your lover suddenly quickens the pace at which he strokes you. the bastard then proceeds to softly nibble at your lobe, groaning— knowing full well that the sound of his voice had always been one of your weaknesses— and you finally break.

you’re not sure who to blame when you start pushing hastily up against him— your body’s inability to resist his touch, or him.

both, perhaps.

his hand diligently continues its pace until you come, waves of blissful euphoria coursing through your entire body. alhaitham grunts when you bite down harder on his arm to silence yourself, but he welcomes the dull ache like a reward. you slump further into the bed after your high, completely— almost comically— limp in his embrace.

you’re shaking by the time he’s through with you. however, you still hadn’t made so much as a sound.

that is, at least, minus your laboured breathing and occasional whimpers, but you’d count this as a win regardless.

your lover pulls his hand out, quivering slightly at the loss of your warmth, and pats your hip affectionately.

“well done,” he chuckles fondly. “apologies for underestimating you.”

“bastard...” you’re not sure how much bite you’ve got to your bark. not much, you’d guess, considering the familiar sensation of his chest rising and falling quickly.

he’s laughing. but in the end, you can’t help but laugh along with him too.

alhaitham plants one last kiss to the top of your head before tucking the both of you under the covers. draping his arm across your side and wrapping you tight against him, you rest your own atop his and intertwine your fingers together.

you’re close to drifting off until you feel something poking your ass, accompanied by the not-so-subtle movement of someone’s hips.

a quick nip to the fingers interlocked with yours is enough to put a stop to your lover’s antics.

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hush

pairings: alhaitham x gn!reader

genre: smut (MINORS DNI.)

content: non-intrusive sex, reader!receiving, softdom!haitham, haitham rubs you off

wc: 640+

summary: alhaitham’s frustrations have bubbled over no thanks to kaveh’s constant interventions. he has to have you, and he’ll take whatever he can get.

“haitham, sweetheart… should we really be doing this right now?” you sigh contentedly, the body pressed right up against your back proving a comforting source of heat. “it’s rather late…”

alhaitham noses at your nape almost reverently, pressing lazy kisses along the intimate skin. “you’ve always preferred doing this at night, no?”

“well, yes, but your roommate— what was his name again? cabbage? he’s still here.”

“his name isn’t important,” he replies with that voice so sickeningly smooth. ahaitham’s left hand snakes over to roam your already flushed body, mapping out the curves of your sides and the divots of your hip that he knows so well. “and you can be quiet, can’t you?”

your head rests supported by his right arm, his bicep cushioning you better than the silken pillows themselves despite how luxurious they may be. it’s difficult to formulate sentences with how closely the both of you are intertwined— a lovers’ cocoon of want and desire.

“i’d— i’d rather you didn’t test me.”

the man huffs at your reply, keen on taking on the implicit challenge. slowly, almost achingly so, his hand begins to glide lower and lower until it slips just below the garter of your pants, earning him a delicious gasp.

alhaitham smirks— you couldn’t see the tilt of his lips, but you could feel it. “oh, i’m sure that’s not quite true.”

he soon reaches your most intimate area, cupping it gently with his large hand. his kisses to your neck grow firmer and longer in duration, licking and sucking occasionally as he continues to palm you underneath your layers. you do your best to stifle your needy little whimpers, burying your face into his arm, but your boyfriend didn’t seem to like the resistance.

alhaitham’s lips trail up even higher, and you shiver at the hot puffs of air brushing up against the shell of your ear.

if there was one thing that could get you to crack, it was this; with no prior warning, your lover suddenly quickens the pace at which he strokes you. the bastard then proceeds to softly nibble at your lobe, groaning— knowing full well that the sound of his voice had always been one of your weaknesses— and you finally break.

you’re not sure who to blame when you start pushing hastily up against him— your body’s inability to resist his touch, or him.

both, perhaps.

his hand diligently continues its pace until you come, waves of blissful euphoria coursing through your entire body. alhaitham grunts when you bite down harder on his arm to silence yourself, but he welcomes the dull ache like a reward. you slump further into the bed after your high, completely— almost comically— limp in his embrace.

you’re shaking by the time he’s through with you. however, you still hadn’t made so much as a sound.

at least, minus your laboured breathing and occasional whimpers. you’d count this as a win regardless.

your lover pulls his hand out, quivering slightly at the loss of your warmth, and pats your hip affectionately.

“well done,” he chuckles fondly. “apologies for underestimating you.”

“bastard.” you’re not sure how much bite you’ve got to your bark. not much, you’d guess, considering the familiar sensation of his chest rising and falling quickly.

he’s laughing. but in the end, you can’t help but laugh along with him too.

alhaitham plants one last kiss to the top of your head before tucking the both of you under the covers. draping his arm across your side and wrapping you tight against him, you rest your own atop his and intertwine your fingers together.

you’re close to drifting off into the realm of dreams until you feel something poking your ass, accompanied by the not-so-subtle movement of someone’s hips.

a quick nip to the fingers interlocked with yours is enough to put a stop to your lover’s antics.

[lucs-dxve]

hush

pairings: alhaitham x gn!reader

genre: smut (MINORS DNI.)

content: non-intrusive sex, reader!receiving, softdom!haitham, haitham rubs you off

wc: 600+

summary: alhaitham’s frustrations have bubbled over no thanks to kaveh’s constant interventions. he has to have you, and he’ll take whatever he can get.

“haitham, sweetheart… should we really be doing this right now?” you sigh, a contradictory mix of exasperation and content. the body pressed right up against your back provides a comforting source of heat despite the chill of midnight. “it’s rather late…”

alhaitham noses at your nape almost reverently, pressing lazy kisses along the intimate skin. “you’ve always preferred doing this at night, no?”

“well, yes, but your roommate— what was his name again? ‘cabbage’? he’s still here.”

“his name isn’t important,” he replies with that voice so sickeningly smooth. although rather amused, the man opts to ignore the butchering of kaveh’s name if only to maintain the growing heat of the moment.

ahaitham’s left hand snakes over to roam your already flushed body, mapping out the curves of your sides and the divots of your hip that he knows so well. “and you can be quiet, can’t you?”

your head rests supported by his right arm, his bicep cushioning you better than the silken pillows themselves despite how luxurious they may be. it’s difficult to formulate sentences with how closely the both of you are intertwined— a lovers’ cocoon of want and desire.

“i’d— i’d rather you didn’t test me.”

the man huffs at your words, keen on taking on your not-quite challenge. slowly, almost achingly so, his hand begins to glide lower and lower until it slips just below the garter of your pants, earning him a delicious gasp.

alhaitham smirks. you couldn’t see the tilt of his lips, but you could feel it. “oh, i’m sure that’s not quite true.”

he soon reaches your most intimate area, cupping it gently with his large hand. his kisses to your neck grow firmer and longer in duration, licking and sucking occasionally as he continues to palm you underneath your layers. you do your best to stifle your needy little whimpers, burying your face into his arm, but your boyfriend didn’t seem to like the resistance.

alhaitham’s lips trail up even higher, and you shiver at the hot puffs of air brushing up against the shell of your ear.

if there was one thing that could get you to crack, it was this; with no prior warning, your lover suddenly quickens the pace at which he strokes you. the bastard then proceeds to softly nibble at your lobe, groaning— knowing full well that the sound of his voice had always been one of your weaknesses— and you finally break.

you’re not sure who to blame when you start pushing hastily up against him— your body’s inability to resist his touch, or him.

both, perhaps.

his hand diligently continues its pace until you come, waves of blissful euphoria coursing through your entire body. alhaitham grunts when you bite down harder on his arm to silence yourself, but he welcomes the dull ache like a reward. you slump further into the bed after your high, completely— almost comically— limp in his embrace.

you’re shaking by the time he’s through with you. however, you still hadn’t made so much as a sound.

that is, at least, minus your laboured breathing and occasional whimpers, but you’d count this as a win regardless.

your lover pulls his hand out, quivering slightly at the loss of your warmth, and pats your hip affectionately.

“well done,” he chuckles fondly. “apologies for underestimating you.”

“bastard...” you’re not sure how much bite you’ve got to your bark. not much, you’d guess, considering the familiar sensation of his chest rising and falling quickly.

he’s laughing. but in the end, you can’t help but laugh along with him too.

alhaitham plants one last kiss to the top of your head before tucking the both of you under the covers. draping his arm across your side and wrapping you tight against him, you rest your own atop his and intertwine your fingers together.

you’re close to drifting off until you feel something poking your ass, accompanied by the not-so-subtle movement of someone’s hips.

a quick nip to the fingers interlocked with yours is enough to put a stop to your lover’s antics.

[lucs-dxve]

double dick zhongli. that’s it. that’s the post.

[lucs-dxve]

*wanders in and looks at the content* so this is the rise of the ten slut era huh-

( i would also like to add kaveh into the list because he just strikes me as the kind of guy who just over the top flirts with someone and they just...run off before he can get serious. half of his salt if fueled by sexual frustration.

and wanderer. he gives me major demiromantic demisexual vibes and no one lasted long enough with him. they all died btw. because duh. )

can i just say how much this made me giggle BAKFNEJGJNF i’ve been reigning in the slut era for too long and now here we are—

and YES poor kaveh 😭😭 that sounds so comical but so true, i can just imagine him doing his best to flirt but the receiver is just weirded out HAHA. and i’ve no idea what to feel for scara cause i don’t feel for him at all but that sounds pretty accurate, i defo see him in the demi-scope!

[lucs-dxve]

i know this was meant to be a genshin only blog but hanzo shimada really isn’t leaving my head so maybe i should open this up to genshin and overwatch

if i see one more hanzo edit on tiktok i’m literally going to go insane

[lucs-dxve]

might i propose… a threesome… with haitham and kaveh… yeah.

and they’re so jealous of each other, too. while haitham’s pounding you earnestly from behind, kaveh can’t stand to hear how good he’s making you feel.

so, his solution is to plug your pretty little mouth with his cock to muffle your sounds— to have you choking on him, to feel you moaning and constructing around him.