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Who’s packing (👀) the most and who’s packing the least out of the love interests??

We'd first like to say that all the boys are within a similar range of "proportional to their body size" so there's no pornstar- or very-specific-fetish-pornstar-peens amongst them (and none of them are especially short!). That having been said, from smallest to largest:

Oleander < Cirrus < Francesco < Keir

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LONG TIME COMING

SYNOPSIS: After keeping it hush hush, you and Damian decide to announce your engagement to the rest of his family. W.C. = 2,678 PAIRINGS: Adult! Damian Wayne x Gender Neutral! Reader TAGS: Established Relationship, Fluff, Bruce is a Good Parent, Alfred is really old but still lives in the manor

You don't come around to the manor often. Damian likes to keep your relationship as private as possible. Meaning, he doesn't want to give his family the slightest opportunity to meddle. It was something you respected having come from a family who liked to be all up in each other's business as well.

Siblings who just needed to tease you over the smallest thing like smiling at a friend, parents who asked when they were going to get grandkids from you, cousins begging for every detail of the hows and whys of your current relationship; it was safe to say, you were all to happy to keep your little love affair under wraps.

And that was good, lovely even. You could take things at your own pace without the expectations of others. No one could question how fast or slow the two of you were moving; if you were being immature by having a date in an empty parking lot eating fast food instead of some fancy restaurant, if you didn't fit each other's perceived type.

There was no suspicion that you were after his money (though that was a bit of an incentive) or that he was just trying to get into your pants.

Every decision made was purely your own without the word of anyone else to sway you in a different direction.

And that was fine, until Damian popped the question.

"Now we have to tell them Damian." Bringing a hand up, you cover your mouth, mind already picturing everyone's different reactions to the announcement.

Dick will probably be smiling ear to ear, cheering loudly whilst Jason just stands there nodding his head like a proud father, arms crossed as he leans against the closest piece of furniture. Cass will wait till all the excitement dies down to give you a firm hug and a short congratulations. Tim, well, he'd have to try and pick his jaw up off the floor from shock.

Steph could either engulf both of you in a hug or scream in such a high pitch that your ears start to bleed, or maybe bit of both? You expect more general reactions from Duke, Babs, and Alfred. A pat on the shoulder, a short lighthearted (not really) threat to Damian should he break your heart, that kind of thing.

Bruce though, you're a little unsure. The man is a mystery to you, but he'll hopefully receive the news well?

"We don't have to tell them anything, Beloved." Damian puffs, fingers idly twisting the ring, his ring, on your finger. "We can keep going on as we have been."

"And what? Wait till we've married to officially announce our relationship to both our families?"

"I know you're not completely opposed to that idea."

"I'm not." No one to put their unwanted two cents in how you organize the wedding, what colors you chose for your theme, who sits where, what food you pick; that does sound like heaven on earth.

"But... " You pull your hand away from Damian and raise it up to cusp his cheek. He leans into your touch almost instantly, emerald eyes so warm and inviting, so wholeheartedly loving, as they gaze up into yours. "I'd like to not have to hide my wedding planning from your family of detectives."

Damian allows himself a moment to think on your words. At the beginning of your relationship when you decided to keep the whole thing quiet, you both agreed that it was your own decision when you would tell your respective families.

If he didn't want to tell them, then you'd simply not say anything. The choice is entirely his to make. But, now that the two of you are to be wed, he finds it more important now than before to take your input on matters relating to the bats that still regularly populate Gotham.

You'll be family after all is said and the papers are signed. His family will be yours and vice versa. As much as he'd love to keep you to himself a little while longer, he'll have to begrudgingly share you no matter what.

He might as well start now so they don't try to hog you before the ink has time to dry.

"Fine." Damian sighs, firm arms wrapping around you and pulling you in until your chests are flush against each other. Like this, he reminds himself that his family may steal your attention, but they can never completely take you from him.

"We'll tell them next week."

And that fated day came quick.

Damian had told all of his siblings and close family friends to gather at the manner. He didn't say why, and even told them that it wasn't imperative that they show up.

Of course, if Damian asks for everyone to be in one place, it must be important, so all of the Wayne kids and those who received tutelage under Bruce in Wayne Manor showed up.

Most of them arrive before you, namely those who still live in and around Gotham: Alfred, Barbara, Bruce, Cass, Dick, and surprisingly Jason. They all shared looks when Damian arrived with you in tow. You're sure everyone already suspects the two of you being somewhat, as Damian calls it, romantically involved, or at least, that you two harbor some not-so-secret feelings for one another.

A prolonged will they won't they situation. You've caught the hushed bets on who will make the first move, and when the two of you will finally come out with your feelings to the family.

Not that you and Damian have been the slightest bit of sloppy. The two of you have kept a respectable distance in front of his family, and it's not like you gave them any overt hints or anything.

But like you said, they're a family of detectives. Even nothing is a clue to something in their eyes.

Regardless of their suspicions, they all keep quiet.

"Thank you for welcoming me in your home once again, Mr. Wayne." You go to greet Bruce first, giving the man a firm handshake like you always do.

"You're always welcome here." Bruce returns your gesture in kind, going as far to pat your shoulder with his free hand. "There's no need to be so formal each time we meet though. I don't know how many times I've told you to just call me Bruce."

"I beg to differ, Mr. Wayne." It's mostly because of how you were raised. Every adult who wasn't related to you by blood was a miss, missus, or mister. No if ands buts about it.

Shoot, you still call everyone besides Tim, Steph, and Duke miss or mister more times than not. It's just routine habit at this point, one you find impossible to break after referring to everyone as such for all of these years.

"My mama would slap ten ways to Tuesday if she ever heard me call you by name, and she has a lovely backhand at that."

"I suppose so." The older man laughs, it's light and doesn't last long, but you still feel how genuine his expression is. "I'm guessing Damian's announcement involves you then?"

You nod. "Yes sir, but you won't get a peep outta me."

This is Damian's announcement, and as such, he'll be the deliverer of all the information he wants to share and you'll take note on how you should follow his lead.

Looking over all of you soon-to-be in-laws, you gauge everyone's feelings on the current situation.

Bruce is as calm as still water, and like her father, Cass is much the same. Dick is notably impatient with how he's rocking his body. Jason is acting as cool as a cucumber, but you catch the finger he's got tapping against his thigh. Barbara is already smiling in anticipation of a the two of you announcing getting together, and Alfred is just relaxing in his seat.

Part of you thinks the old man already knows everything, but Damian has personally told you that he's kept the secret from everyone, and that meant Alfred too. Still, the butler always knows more than he lets on, and you happen to believe in his skill of being the most perceptive of all of the family members.

"I promise it'll be worth the wait once everyone gets here."

"You make it sound like it's actually of importance." Damian scoffs, rolling his eyes. "You're getting their hopes up for nothing."

"I dunno bout nothing... " So that's how he wants to play it? Trick them into second guessing themselves? You'll play ball. "Nothing they'd expect sure, but I think it's important."

"And they call me cruel for supposedly toying with the feelings of others."

"If anyone is doing any toying, it's definitely you Damian." He knows you're right. Everyone in the room knows you're right. But, only you and your beloved fiancé know that you're dancing around the subject of your engagement.

Having had enough of your slight bout of teasing, Dick groans loudly and snatches his phone out of his pocket.

"That's it! I'm calling Tim to see how far they're out!" He does as he says, quickly dialing up his brother and talking into the receiver of his phone.

The call doesn't last long. Dick huffs that they're all walking up the driveway but not fast enough.

You hold back a laugh and not soon after, the rest of the family walks through the front door and enters the drawing room. Of course, they all take note of your presence and put two and two together that Damian's big announcement is probably has to involve you in some way.

Steph being Steph, she walks up and squeezes you tight in a hug before ever speaking.

"It's been so long! How have you been?"

"I've been well Steph." You smile at her eagerness, giving the rest of the newcomers a wave over the blonde woman's shoulder.

She pulls back and gives you your space, giving you a once over.

"So, what are you and Damian going to announce?" She grins, eyes darting between you and Damian. "Are you two finally getting together or what?"

"Well... " You look to Damian.

He nods and walks over to stand next to you.

Seeing this, everyone gathers in front of the two of you, getting comfortable in their chosen spots around the room.

Damian takes a deep breath.

"As you all have likely suspected, two of us have harbored feeling for one another."

The room erupts in various expressions of we knew all along, I had a feeling, anyone could've guessed, etc. But the overall sentiment is that everyone is happy for the two of you.

"Took the two of you long enough."

"Yeah, I had bet that Damian would've confessed before the two of you graduated high school."

"I bet he'd wait until the two of you got into college."

"Okay but who confessed to who though?"

Damian purses his lips. Just as he expected, they'd start asking questions and prying as soon as he reveal the existence of your relationship.

"They confessed to me."

"So Barbara won. How much did you bet again?"

"500."

"Are you sure you didn't add an extra zero?"

"Cough up the money loser."

"Later."

The horde of siblings and not quite siblings all turn their attention to you.

"And when did you confess?"

You throw your hands up in mock surrender.

"I'm not saying more than Damian. You'll have to get that out of him."

"He's already got them trained. How long do you think that took?"

"They were already close, so it couldn't have been that long."

"You're sure that demon wasn't the one getting trained?"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!" Dick holds up both of his hands, stopping all the chatter and discussion. He narrows his eyes, that signature baby blue color bouncing between you and Damian with an accusatory look to them.

"Just how long have the two of you been together?"

Damian shrugs, not even looking his eldest brother in the eye as he answers.

"Awhile."

"Define awhile."

"A long while."

"Damian!"

"Grayson."

"Now Damian... " Bruce starts. "You could be a little more forthcoming. It is the announcement of the start your relationship. We as your family are only curious about the details."

And hook, line, and sinker. Damian full on grins at hearing his father speak those words. He just so damn delighted that he was able to pull the wool over everyone's eyes.

"That's where you're wrong father. This isn't an announcement about the start of our relationship."

Reaching over, Damian boldly grabs you by the waist and pulls you to stand right next to him, bodies practically conforming to one another.

"It's the announcement of our engagement."

"YOU'RE WHAT?!"

"We're engaged!" You confirm, busting out in laughter so hard that you have to lean into Damian for support, of which he's all too happy to lend you. You go as far as to pull out the ring you had been hiding up until now, slipping it on your finger and showing it off to the whole family for added effect.

"Surprise!"

Everyone throws different questions out all at once.

Dick is near tears asking how you could do this to him! Revoking his big brother rights to tease his youngest sibling!

Barbara questions who wins the rest of the money since no one guessed this would happen.

Jason wonders aloud how you were able to keep the secret for so long, whilst Tim asks if you need a psych evaluation after putting up with the demon spawn by yourself.

Cass is nodding her head in approval, but Step is shaking the ever-loving daylights out of Duke like he's a maraca in her shocked state.

Bruce looks to Alfred, and something passes between the two men without words ever having to be exchanged. With a nod from the eldest man, Bruce stands up and walks to you and his youngest son.

"Whilst I can't say I'm happy about the two of you keeping your relationship secret for so long." He places a singular hand on both of your shoulders. He gives both of you a brief squeeze before pulling you into a full on hug. "I can say, I'm happy the two of you chose each other."

Of course, what follows is a collection of aws and cooing at the cute sentimental moment. You and Damian return the hug, and Bruce squeezes the two of you a bit tighter before letting go.

The look on his face is one of great pride: wide smile so bright it could blind the sun, an endearing gaze that looks upon Damian as if he were still the child he brought home for the first time all those years ago. You can see his chest well up as if he's holding back tears. He is, but you won't say anything.

After a short moment of silence, Alfred clears his throat, signaling for Bruce to recollect himself if he could.

"Right." Bruce hums. "All I can ask of you now is to take care of my son and not surprise us with your wedding."

"No promises, Father." Damian teases, and you have half the heart to nudge him in the side, but you let him have his fun.

"Well." Bruce turns his attention to you. "You can't call me Mr. Wayne anymore now that we'll be family."

You suck in air through your teeth.

Bruce is right about that. But, you don't know if you can make the switch that easily so fast.

Seeing your apprehension, he quickly walks back his statement.

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

"Oh it's not that... " You bite your lip.

Surely you can give it one good try? Practice before you officially marry his son so it won't be hard come your wedding day.

"Thank you for giving your blessing to us, Mr... Dad?"

"..."

"Pft-"

"Oh my god."

"No no." Bruce barely stifles his own laughter. "Please keep calling me that."

"I'll save myself the embarrassment, Mr. Wayne."

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You want my help?!

Part 2 - Part 3

Pairing: Laios Touden x Nonhuman!GN!Reader

Synopsis: “Do you mind washing my back?” His breathing only becomes more labored at your question, eyes trained solely on the hill that rests in the middle of your lower back, scales peeking through the center. Oh, he definitely doesn’t mind!

Tags: Body Worship(?), fluff, Laios being Laios, Blood.

By God does it hurt! You've barely been able to think straight through the pain. If you were in any other situation, you would've asked for some painkillers, but you can't have the others questioning the source of your pain.

Marcille would've shrieked and passed out. Chilchuck would've made faces and silently judged you. Senshi, you have no idea what the dwarf would've done.

So all that left was Laios. The monster lover.

"Just be gentle with me."

You hear the man gulp, his nerves and excitement eating away at his mind as he openly stares at your naked back. The weight of his gaze is heavy on your skin, and you can't help but shiver at the feeling.

"Gentle..." He mutters to himself, slowly inching up until he's sat right behind you in the bath. From this distance the warmth of his body seeps into yours, a nice contrast to the cool water the two of you sit in.

Laios is slow to place his hands on you, even slower to move when you tense at his touch. Sensitive, you mumble, forcing yourself to lean on the edges of the wide bath to give the blond man easier access to your back.

He hold your side with his left hand, lightly cusping your waist in his big and meaty palm. With his right, he makes a tentative press at the hill that's settles in the middle of your lower back.

The skin around it is an angry red. Irritated from both the inside and out.

"So this is why you've been skipping meals?" Laios eyes the thin skin at the top of the hill, making out how it looks like the scales of your incoming tail are pressing at it from the inside.

"Mhm. Thought I'd reabsorb it from the lack of nutrients."

Obviously, you thought wrong. Here you sit with a new limb that's ready to burst from your back, needing your party leader to coax it out with his bare hands, exposing the secret you've been trying to keep to yourself.

"Are you a beastkin?"

"Not-!" Your whince, arching your back at he feeling of Laios' thick fingers on your sensitive skin. " ...Exactly. I'm not human either though."

"Demi-human then? On the grounds of bone count I'm guessing." He gives an experimental hard press with his thumb, gently pulling at the skin in a downward motion.

You nod, basking in how the pressure alleviates some of the pain.

"I've usually got the same bone count as a human though."

"So cool!" His excitement pulls a strained laugh out of you. "So that means you can both grow and shed new limbs?"

"I'll tell you all about it later." You raise your hips, urging him to continue fulfilling his promise. "Finish helping me with this first."

"Right."

Laios takes a deep breath and focuses back on his task. Seeing how pressing down and hard worked good the first time, he did that again. You keen at the action, body notably relaxing each time he does so.

The skin around the area of your tail is gum-y, Laios mentally notes. It stretches but doesn't snap back into place, becoming thinner and thinner with each pull.

It'd probably be a painful process dry. The skin would have much less give, forcefully snapping apart instead of smoothly separating.

Laios is happy to ease your pain, savoring the way you lean into his touch a bit more than just a well intentioned party leader should.

"Come on!" You whine. "Just a little more."

"O-okay." Since when did your voice sound so nice like this, all pitched and airy? Whining for just a little more of his help?

He can see your jaw hang open, catch a glimpse of those oddly long and sharp cuspids in the front of your mouth, and he can't help but wish to see your eyes. Oh how badly did he want to see your eyes, see how your expression changed with his every touch.

Another press of his thumb and the skin finally breaks. Your tail in all its scale-ly glory unfurls and lulls out of your back with a wet thump.

Its covered in blood, painted a bright red that gets all over Laios's hand when he pets the new appendage. His face starts to feel hot when you start to sway it, and his eyes zero in on where it meets your back.

He ponders on all the changes your body went through to accommodate the new limb, thinking back on your actions as of late. You had been complaining of body aches to the point that Marcille helped you stretch every time the adventuring party rested.

Laios had chalked that up to muscle soreness from all the exercise you had been getting! It must've been the hormonal changes your body was going through.

His next action isn't one he thinks out. But when does he ever do that?

Laios quickly laps the blood from his fingertips before he takes your hips in his hands, feeling out your pelvis with the press of his thumbs.

"Your hips must've spread to accommodate- "

"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?!"

Marcille shoves the door open, covering her eyes with one hand, both her face and ears beat red.

Whoops.

Guess the two of you were too loud.

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|| A Nice Gift ||

Synopsis: The holidays are meant to be relaxing, but Thoma knows nothing but work, work, and work. As any good lovers should, you and Ayato drag him off on a weekend getaway promising him a special present that you both know he'll love. In other words, you and Ayato play with Thoma.

Pairing(s) : Dom!GN! Reader x Sub!Thoma (Genshin Impact) x Dom!Ayato (Genshin Impact)

Word Count : 1.5k

Tags / CW : Threesome, Blowjob, Nipple Play, Neck Kissing, Orgasm Denial/Delay, Vibrator, Dildo, Hinted!Dacryphilia, Cum Swallowing, Teasing, Polyamory, and Hand Jobs

Reader is completely Gender Neutral!

"Thoma, do I have to tell you again or do you want to be punished?" Hearing Ayato's voice, you pull up from Thoma's dick resting the flush tip on your bottom lip with a huff. Thoma's eyes are already glazed over, wet from all the tears the two of you have already made him cry. The hum of the vibrator thrums through his body, a small decoration to the heavy breaths as he tries to pull air into his lungs. Finally he had enough to speak.

"I.. I can't help it!" He whined looking over his shoulder into Ayato's eyes for any faint mercy. But Ayato had none to give, eyes sly and unforgiving as he continued to slowly play with the blond's nipples. He tugged at them roughly, watching as Thoma arched his back at the painful but pleasurable stimulation. If he had his hands free, you're sure they would've flown to your head and grabbed at your hair to ground himself. Unfortunately for him, Thoma was all too tied up to allow for that. It was part of his punishment.

You rolled your eyes, starting to pump his cock at a slow pace. "You have no trouble holding yourself back whenever Ayato bends you over and fucks you in the office."

Thoma's face somehow brightens more, and Ayato laughs at this. He just loved to see his precious little retainer all flushed and in the clouds, not knowing what to do with himself as he get pleasured from all sides. Thoma thinks of it as cruel, but you always catch him cumming so much more whenever either of you get him off over fucking his fist instead. It's his own fault for why he's in this position, its better that he sits back and take it like a good boy so he can get his reward sooner rather than later.

"Don't be so mean~ " Ayato coos at you with a tone of fake pity. "It's hard to stay quiet when you're being pleasured from all sides~"

That you can't argue with that. It was the whole point of your small little holiday weekend. Thoma had been working himself into an early grave. Both you and Ayato tried to take some of the burden off of his shoulders, but the ever persistent workaholic kept giving himself more and more work. His punishment was for him to wrapped up in a pretty red ribbon, unable to ground himself with his hands bound behind his back. But that was more of treat for you and Ayato, so you gave him a more... proper punishment.

He couldn't let a single sound slip past his lips. Not a moan, groan, or a whine, or else you two wouldn't let him cum. And Thoma is the definition of vocal. It didn't matter what he was doing: sucking Ayato off, fucking you, or even getting off from watching you ride the heir to the conglomerate, the man was always moaning aloud. He's the type to get off on his partner's own pleasure, so you weren't half surprised about that. 

Still though, you had to make sure Thoma got his proper punishment or else how will he learn his lesson?

"If its so much of a problem, " You looked up into Thoma's eyes, narrowing your gaze in hopes that it'll pierce through that thick skull of his. "Then he'll have to listen the next time we tell him not to overwork himself." Without another word, you returned to sucking the blond off for all he's worth, and the instant change in his expression has you reeling. Jaw slacked as he tries to replace his moans with heavy breaths, eyes half lidded and gaze somewhere so far off that you can't even begin to imagine what's going off in his head. 

Ayato resumes his work too, playing with Thoma's oversensitive and red nipple, mouth preoccupied with pressing soft kisses at his neck, humming a melody you can't quite place.

Thoma had to grit his teeth when you turned up the speed of the vibrator, eyes rolling back into his head, having to lean back into Ayato for support. You were mean, too mean, but he loved it. He loved how your mouth felt wrapped around his dick, just so warm and wet, slobbering over yourself as you bobbed your head, tongue lathing and tracing each vein on his shaft as you went down. And when you started sucking, archons, when you started sucking he thought he had lost his sanity. You'd suck only when it was just the tip in your mouth, like you were tricking to suck the cum right out of him, gleefully watching like you were doing nothing of the sort.

He couldn't even be mad at Ayato. Not when his lithe and nimble fingers tugged at his nipples, twisting them till they were an angry red and then going on to tug on them again till he felt like crying from how sensitive Ayato made them. But Ayato would apologize with a sweet kiss at his jaw, soft as if it were meant to be more romantic than sexual. Then he'd travel down the blond's neck to the point Thoma had to tilt his head to give Ayato all the access he could want. And Ayato would cover all the new untouched skin with his kisses until Thoma felt like he was utterly littered in Ayato's love. 

All of that, combined with the vibrator at his prostate was sending him over the edge all too fast and the poor blond couldn't handle it. Tears started to poor from his eyes, looking down into yours, pleading and begging for you to not rip his orgasam away from him again. But he knew you would do it without hesitation if he so much as let a small whimper escape him. His body started twitching as he tried so so hard to hold himself back.

When his jaw started to slack, Ayato decided to be nice and move one of his hands to cover the blond's mouth. You huffed but made no move to argue against Ayato's help, pulling back until only the tip was left in your mouth, sucking and sucking without any break.

Thoma, delirious, groaned into Ayato's hand as he came in your mouth, shooting long ropes of thick white until you were sure he hand painted your entire mouth. Ayato removed both the hands at Thoma's mouth and nipple, ghosting them over his chest and abs before coming to just hold the him lightly around his waist with a smirk on his face. Thoma could do nothing but sit there and catch his breath, letting out a breathy whimper when you pulled your mouth off his dick, sitting up on the back of your heels. 

You glared at Ayato, words as clear as day without ever being spoken. He just smiled at you.

"He needed to cum eventually. You would've kept him on the edge for hours." 

Though you could see how his words didn't match the look in his eyes, he would've done the same as you but kept on going for much much longer after all. He peered down and scrutinized over at Thoma's fucked out face, tongue lolled out just a bit as he greedily sucked all the air he could into his lungs. You rolled your eyes and focused back on Thoma, who hazily brought his up to yours. You leaned in closer to his face, but not too much, and opened your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out to show him all his cum that you had so incessantly sucked out of him.

He gulped at the sight, a little embarrassed at seeing his cum decorating your mouth in spite of this being far from the first time he's ever done so.

Ayato chuckled at Thoma's reaction, reaching a hand out and tilting your head back with his finger.

"Swallow it."

And you did, gulping it down and licking your lips as if were a savory and filling meal, which could very well be argued. 

Thoma's eyes darted away once you had finished, but Ayato had other plans in mind. He used his hand to tilt Thoma's head back till all he could do was look up into Ayato's eyes that seemed to completely devour him every time. With his other hand, he reached down and began to pull out the dildo he had put in Thoma as preparation for what he was about to do next. Thoma twitched at feeling the silicone leave his ass, feeling every detail in the veins and each thrum of the vibrator with how slow Ayato was being. Out of the two of you, he was definitely the bigger tease and maybe, just maybe, more impatient.

"Now it's my turn~"

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Day 6 || During the Night - Itto ||

Synopsis: Itto wakes up hard, but he knows you need your rest. There are other ways for him to get off other than fucking you

Pairing(s) : Itto (Genshin Impact) x AFAB!Reader

Word Count : Short

Tags / CW : Thigh Fucking, Itto being big dumb and horny, Consentual Somnophilia

Itto was always raring to go at anytime of the day or night, and that often ended with him waking up at odd hours hard. Don't blame him! Blame the strong Oni blood running through his veins!

He used to take care of it himself, but after you gave him permission to do whatever he needs whilst you slept, all that would be changed tonight.

Once again, the poor man woke up as hard as a rock, groaning as he looked down at the prominent and very uncomfortable tent in his boxers. He was quick to free himself of the confines of the fabric, shimmying them to be down around his mid thigh.

All he wanted to right now is push himself inside you and fuck you like there was no tomorrow.

But alas, he could not.

Usually his size was his big bragging point, but right now it was something that had become his detriment.

You needed to be prepped in order to take him comfortably and without pain. His Oni blood was begging him to solve the problem standing between his legs quickly, so he didn't exactly have the time for that right now.

He'll just have to wait till you wake up on the morning to properly fuck you as an apology. An Oni like himself can never fail to deliver the best to his partner!

Looking over, he can see under the dim light in the room that you had been turned away from him, probably cuddling your pillow instead of him again.

It's fine! It's not like he's jealous of your silly little pillow or anything! Itto was better than that! Yeah, definitely better than being jealous of your pillow...

Whatever! That dastardly pillow is actually useful to him for once. It's gotten you into the proper position for him to fuck your thighs, so he'll forgive the sack of feathers this time.

Itto scooted himself closer to you, ghosting one of his hands over your outer thigh to test just how deeply you had already been sleeping.

The main reason why you had allowed Itto to use you in your sleep was because you were tired throughout the rest of the day because utter of the lack of sleep you had been getting. Itto doesn't know why you were complaining about it. From the way he has you moaning on his cock each time he fucks it into your pretty little hole, you have nothing to be complaining about.

It's just what a good partner does! But you struggling to walk in the morning, every morning, was not very fun.

"I'll show you... " Itto puffed, picking up one of your legs so he could place his cock inbetween them against your heat, sighing at the feeling. Archons did he want to fuck you, feel you all wet and full of his cum-

No. He has to control himself and not wake you up. You needed your rest. He'll save it for when you don't need the ability to walk.

Carefully, the Oni placed your leg back down and held it into place. It wasn't as snuck of a fit as he'd like, but it'll do. It'll have to do.

"Alrighty, nice and easy Itto... don't wanna wake them up." Itto slowly started his thrusts, careful to not rock the bed and wake you up. He was gonna show you just how good he was. When you wake up in the morning with cum between your thighs, he'll just look at your with that big grin he always wears when he finally wins at something.

Oh he can't wait to see it, but first he actually has to take care of him big problem. Pressing down a bit on the top of your leg.

He's slow in the way he starts to thrust, careful as to not breathe too heavily once he starts to pick up the pace. Luckily for Itto, he's especially sensitive when he gets hard in the middle of the night. The feeling of your warm plush thighs compared to the cool air of the night has him on the edge soon enough.

Itto grits his teeth to hold back his groans, cumming once he felt your thighs suddenly twitch.

With a sigh, he relaxes against you, snuggling against your back as he throws his arm over you. He knows you're going to say something about waking up covered in cum when you get up in a few hours, but he'll enjoy his bliss for now whilst your still fast asleep.

In the morning, he'll definitely show you where the proper place to keep his cum is, and he'll take joy in every minute of it.

[yoyogospin]

Day 5 || Bard's Tongue - Venti ||

Synopsis: A Bard's tongue is many things, skillful in the ways it plays with words and maybe something else as well...

Pairing(s) : Venti (Genshin Impact) x AFAB!Reader

Word Count : 1,600 Words

Kinktober Prompt : Overstimulation

Tags / CW : Cunnilingus, Venti being Venti, Facesitting, Overstimulation, Alcohol, Fingering, Gambling (Blackjack)

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"What are we betting?" It was your last game of Blackjack. Your hand was a favorable 12, as long as you didn't pull a face card you were golden.

Your lover just kept up his sloppy smile, his cards in one hand and drink in the other.

"If I win... " He seemed to think it over for a moment, humming as he savor another swig of his wine "You have to sit on my face~ "

Of course he would ask for that. The bard loved to have his head between your legs and had been begging for the longest time to have you sit on his face. Why you haven't already, you don't really know.

His skills as a bard definitely translated well over to the bedroom, so it wasn't too bad of a loss. If anything, it'd be a win for you too. It made you wonder what the catch would be.

"And if I win, " You grinned. "You have to let me ride you till you're shooting blanks."

Venti laughed heartily. He didn't mind your offer all that much.

"Deal."

You look down at your hand. A Jack and a 2. Any of the number cards or an ace could secure your win. You'd pray to Barbatos to not give you a face card, but that's who you were currently playing against. Maybe you should offer your prayers to Kusanali?

Reaching out, you decide to pull from the deck. The odds are in your favor, you've got about an 80% chance of winning.

You have no idea what Venti's face down card is, but his face up was an 8. At most he'd have 18 and least was a 9. If he had the 18, you had the better hand, but if he had the 9 you were fucked.

Taking the card from the top face down, you take a deep breath and lift it up.

"Bust... " You throw your entire hand on the table, the king smiling his treacherous grin up at your face.

Venti giggled at your frustration, happily showing you his hand.

A 9 and a 4. His hand was a 13.

"Should've stayed~ !"

You roll your eyes and accept your defeat, knocking back the rest of your wine. Liquid courage wasn't a necessity at this point, but you might take what you can get. If Venti was skilled at anything, it was using that tongue of his.

Venti jumped up from his seat across your table and strode over to you. With a groan, you take the hand he offers you and cone to your feet.

The two of you had been gambling in your shared home. Its usually just small bits of mora or favors, but once alcohol was involved, all beats are off.

Neither of you bet anything past tipsy, so there wasn't any true harm or overtly dubious actions.

Your lover was a god of freedom, not Liyue's God of Contracts. Rules and formality weren't usually something you both cared for, so nothing was by the books except when things were in your favor.

You should've known when he said 'No splits', that he had something up his sleeve. Fucker probably used his archon powers whilst you weren't looking to swap the cards.

Well, it's not like you can really complain. The bard was quick to lead you up to your shared bedroom, kissing at your neck as he hurriedly stripped you of your clothes.

Both bets were essentially a win, and you weren't too bothered by the outcome, gladly letting the bard do as he wished.

Soon you were bare from the waist down, kneeling over Venti's more than ready face.

Maybe were taking far too long, the bard pouting as he got you into the position, arms coming to hook themselves underneath your thighs, hands having backwards grip on the plump flesh.

"Hurry up!" He huffed, patting you leg. "I'm not gonna break ya know."

You roll your eyes for the second time tonight.

"Archons can still suffo- " Venti giggled at your groan, having used his strength to pull you down onto his mouth. You can only hold onto the messy hair atop his head for support, pulling it away from his face as you breathed out a shaky sigh.

The Anemo Archon could be strong when he wanted to. Despite his physical appearance, he had more than enough strength to keep you still against him even if you attempted to struggle.

He meant it when he said sit on his face, he wasn't going to let you hover and have him chase after the prize he had rightfully won.

His skilled tongue came out and swiped against your slick, only lightly grazing your nub.

You couldn't tell if he was teasing you, or if he was trying to get you ready for his tongue, one of his thumbs coming up to press at your entrance all the while he was humming a happy tune.

The small vibrations from his humming was already stimulating, but it was the movement of his tongue that really got you going.

Usually, the bard preferred to have you essentially laid upside-down with your legs thrown over his shoulders as he ate you out. It was his favorite pass time, holding your legs open and not allowing you to close them even the slightest inch.

It gave him the most control over your body. You couldn't move away too easily and you were right there, presented to him like a fine meal ready to be savored to its last bite.

But in this position, your legs and entire body entrapping his head, entrapping him. Now it was him who couldn't move, it was him who couldn't escape. Not like he would ever want to either.

"Slow... " You breathed the word out like there wasn't much air left in the room, trying to control yourself at the feeling of one of his fingers entering you as his mouth came to suck at your clit.

The bard smiled and kept going at the pace he was, happy to overstimulate you already.

"Why should I?" He looked up at you with half lidded eyes, sucking just a bit harder that before, grinning once he saw you coo over the feeling.

"Don't you feel good?"

You nod. You can't disagree with that, taking up with regulating your own breathing instead of pestering the man between your legs.

Venti kept his pace, curling his finger once it was knuckle deep inside you. He knew just where your sweet spot was, ghosting over it once he began to thrust the finger in and out.

The room be became filled with a mixture of sounds: your somewhat breathy huffs and sighs, the slickness of his tongue and mouth playing with your clit, and the squelch of his long finger sliding in and out of you.

Like his mouth, one of the bards most valuable tools was his fingers. They needed to be the right size to play his lyre, long enough reach all the strings so he could play them properly.

And he used them well, soon adding a second finger and beginning to scissor the two inside of you.

"Venti... "

He could tell by the tone of your voice that you were asking him for more. He giggled. He wasn't going to give into you just yet.

"Yes my lovely muse~ ?"

"Come on... " You whine, tugging at his hair to get him to look you in the eye. "This isn't enough and you know it."

"Then what do you suggest I do?" He knew he was being an ass, but he loved to see the look of frustration on your face when he didn't give you what you wanted.

Bards are known for being mischievous, sometimes tricksters.

Venti wasn't eating you out with the same passion he usually does. He was taking it slow, teasingly and frustratingly slow. You thought that maybe he was preparing you to take his entire tongue. Archons know you would've loved that.

This was probably the catch you were worried about earlier.

You'll just have to take it in stride to get what you want.

"Eat me out like you mean it. None of this half assed shit." Oh the wicked look that came across his face, eyes darkening once he heard those words once they fell from your mouth.

He hummed.

"Are you sure?"

You were probably going to regret this in the morning. Still, you nodded.

"Yeah."

In an instant, his fingers are replaced by his tongue, happily eating you out like a starved man had found his first meal. You moaned at the feeling, enjoying having the man eat you out as he usually did if not a bit more messily.

Now that he was doing his job properly, it wasn't long before you came on his tongue. But, Venti didn't slow down one bit. He just kept going at the pace he had started.

"Slow down!" You cried out at the oncoming overstimulation, thighs shaking as they clenched around his head. Venti kept on like you hadn't said a word, eyes solely focused on how your eyes rolled back into your head, driving you into your second orgasam for the night.

This was the catch.

If you sat on his face, you weren't getting off for the rest of the night.

[yoyogospin]

Day 4 || Holy Worship - Kamisato Ayato ||

Synopsis : You were everything holy in his eyes and more, he couldn't help but fantasize about all the different expressions you had never shown anyone else.

Pairing(s): Kamisato Ayato (Genshin Impact) x Creator!Reader

Word Count : 1,800 Words

Tags / CW : Masturbation, Fantasizing, Slow Start, Body Worship(?), it's just Ayato fucking his hand with you in mind but with love(?)

Kamisato Ayato, the head of the Kamisato clan. He was one of the most admirable men amongst all of Inazuma, even with his strange personality quirks. When the creator finally returned to Teyvat, he was so curious to see what he would find out about them. What would they prefer to eat? Drink? What of their favored pastimes or opinions on the current world? Were they a dog or cat person? Did they prefer warm or hot weather?

He simply wanted to know it all.

When you came to Inazuma for the first time, he was there to greet you along with the other prominent authorities of the land. It was a day clear of clouds, and unusually hot. You were the first to come off the ship, escorted by a man who he did not recognize as a Liyuan elite.

You left the man behind and ran off the plank, chuckling once your escort expressed his worries over your safety.

That laugh was so warm in his eyes, full of something that he couldn't quite place, genuine in the way it fell from your lips. And when you turned towards the greeting party, you announced your own name first before they could utter a word. Dressed in simple garb befitting that of the everyday man, you had taken away the breaths of those swaddled in the best silk around.

"Why don't we head somewhere more comfortable? I'm sure you all don't want to stand in this heat for too long?"

Considerate was his first impression of you, the next would be kind. When you had everyone in a more comfortable setting, greetings resumed. First it was the Electro Archon, then the Head Shrine Maiden of Narukami Shrine, soon it became his and Ayaka's turn.

They both had bowed low as they spoke both their names and titles, and you stood there with the same smile on your face as before. Ayato questioned if that was just your usual expression, full of cheer and joy or perhaps you were just being polite. The smile had yet to leave your face and he wondered if you wore it all the time.

Ayaka, in all her nerves, tripped over her own feet when she walked up to address you herself. Of course, Ayato went to help his sister, but it was you who stopped her fall by taking its brunt.

"Are you okay?!" You had worried more over the girl than yourself, taking her face in your hands as you checked over her health. That smile was gone. Your face scrunched up, brows furrowed, eyes scrutinizing Ayaka's every feature for a fault. "Your face is warm, but I don't think its a fever. Maybe you stood out under the sun for too long? I hope not."

"I believe its was just nerves, your grace." He answered for his sister in her place, helping the both of you up, as she was far too anxious to answer you now. Your face still did not ease, looking the man in the eye as you voiced your concerns.

"Nerves? Then... please take her home to rest. I'm sorry to have her like this."

Ayato had never expected an apology to fall from a god's mouth so easily. Gods were prideful, like nobles, they were superior to mortals in every way from their own eyes. Apologies were something he thought they had no concept of, and here you were giving one with such ease.

The following months you had spent in Inazuma allowed him to see you in a more personal light.

You'd visit the home of the Kamisato clan to check up on Ayaka or simply to visit. The other authorities were jealous of your attention, but you paid them no mind. Instead, Ayato witnessed first hand what the almighty creator of Teyvat was like.

A person, simply put, that's what you were.

You enjoyed playing games with the servants' children whilst their parents worked, lifting them up on your shoulders as you ran around the estate like a child yourself. Other times, he'd catch you attempting to help Thoma with his work as a retainer, insisting that a little housework did you no harm.

It was strange to him.

You were the god every living being worshiped with every breath they breathed. You were the one who created the lands, the seas, the skies, everything. You were the holy being that even the archons and Celestia gave prayers to at night.

But you were also the person who simply enjoyed his presence, the person who'd respond to his quips with silly little jokes, the person who spoke to him clearly and without pretense, the person who'd force him to rest for his own health, the person who would play with his hair as the two of you talked about the most random of things; a person he wished would never leave his side.

You had taken the man's heart in such a short amount of time. How you did, he may never know.

When you left Inazuma, he felt as if you had taken a piece of him with you. The estate felt less rowdy, lively without your presence there. He wondered what expressions you were making.

Were they one's he had not yet seen? Were you happily playing children's games again? Were you crying for the home you had left to return to Teyvat? Or perhaps you were anxious as you faced yet another crowd of worshippers as their god, a duty you had never wanted nor wished for?

It was on his mind constantly, like a mantra that failed to end. Only when you finished your tour of Teyvat proper, all seven of the regions, did he get to see your face again. Though it had only been a few months, you greeted everyone in the estate as if it had been years since you last saw them, rushing to hug Ayaka and squish her cheeks like you had done before your departure. You gave Thoma a hearty hug, patting the man on the back as you questioned him on his current activites.

When you reached Ayato, it was separate from the rest. You had made your return sudden, no one had expected you to come like you did.

He was the first you saw that day, a fact he'd keep his little secret, throwing your arms around the man like a lover as you fretted over his wellbeing since you had left him. He felt as if his heart was whole again, chuckling before offering his greetings.

"I am well again now that you are here, your grace."

You sighed in relief, happy to know that Ayato was well enough to flatter you like he did. You loosened your grip on him to the point you only held onto him by holding his hand. He squeezed it lightly, to which you smiled brightly in response.

That smile had taken his heart in one fell swoop, and he could care less about it. He'd let you do it a million times over if only to see all of those expressions you could make, all the ones you'd make in public and all the ones you made only in his presence.

Like the day you had first met, it was hot again and you weren't wearing much in the way of clothing.

Though you had told him it was common place in the world you had come from, he still couldn't help but feel he was seeing something that was forbidden. Sure, he knew it was just that you were dressing for the climate like those in Sumeru, but it still left him with more than just impure thoughts.

"I'll have to take the day off." He told you after you had finished greeting the rest of the estate, guiding you to his own room to spend the day in. You were without protest, quick to sit in his lap and play with his hair again like you had done before you left.

It was almost as if you never left, talking about the foods you had eaten, the things you remember of yesterday, whatever occupied your thoughts.

"I missed seeing your pretty face." You pouted jokingly, poking the mole just beneath his lip. He was tempted to take your hand and kiss along its sides, but he knew to hold himself back.

Ayato leaned into your touch, tilting his head to the side.

"Is that all you missed about me your grace?"

"No." You were quick to answer, a hand coming up to twirl his hair with a fondness you showed only to him. "I missed you and your pretty face."

You knew little of the effect you had on him. With that single sentence, you had the man wishing he could worship you properly like his darkest desires wished he could. How badly did he wish he could kiss you with all the passion he kept hidden behind his poise, how badly did he wish to kiss at your skin and hear the moans of your praise.

When you left him for the night, he stayed awake with his cock in hand. There were so many sides of you he had not seen, so many expressions you hadn't shown him yet.

In his head, he fantasized about what face you'd make when he finally gave into his desire to kiss you, how you'd moan into his mouth when his tongue would brush against your lip. Just that made his cock so painfully hard, and that wasn't even the far reaches of what he wished he could do to you, how he wished to see your face change once he finally got the chance to have a taste of you.

Archons, he wondered about how breathy or pitchy your moans would be, how'd you whine as he littered your holy body in his sin, worshiping it in the way he intends, caressing and teasing it in ways others could not, in ways no other would be allowed.

He could only imagine how'd your legs shake once he finally eased his weeping cock into your needy hole, fucking into you without any sense of that poise he was so well known for. And when he'd cum in you, he had so many different ideas of what expression you'd make, but he knew he'd enjoy it all the same.

He'd fuck you so full of his cum until you went dumb on his cock, maybe your eyes would roll back, nails already scratched angry red lines into his back or have his hair gripped in the tight clutches of your hands, legs keeping him anchored so deep inside you with tears of pleasure still flowing down your face.

"Fuck... "

Now he has to go change his sheets again before the maids find them soaked in cum.

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Day 3 || Writen Greed - Kaeya and Childe ||

Synopsis: After two of your acolytes find your private journal, they decide to help you act on the desire you had kept hidden away from the rest of Teyvat.

Pairing(s) : Dom!Kaeya (Genshin Impact) x AFAB!Sub!Reader x Dom!Childe (Genshin Impact)

Word Count :

Tags / CW : Threesome(?), Cunnilingus, Nipple Play, Making Out, Fingering, Light!Dirty Talk, Use of the title of Your Grace, Biting, Marking, Size Difference (Childe is larger than you but otherwise nothing else), Dub-Con (Explict Consent is important)

"Your Grace, " Kaeya's voice had stolen your attention, leading you to take off your reading glasses and rest them on your desk near the lantern. You nod your head, giving him the go ahead to continue.

Kaeya tilts his head with a smile, somehow standing even taller than before.

"I believe you left this book to us by accident."

You look to the right of Kaeya, seeing Ajax stand neck to him with a familiar book in hand. Night time was always a period of sluggishness for you, and sometimes that meant making mistakes that you usually wouldn't.

Tonight, Kaeya and Childe would start their stay within your Teapot for your period of isolation. You needed to do more indepth research on Teyvat to more properly rule it as its creator. Hence, your isolation had begun so you could focus on your studies.

But studying for so long and without too many breaks left you exhausted, so you weren't too surprised by the mistake.

"Ah? It's not the Economic Studies of Snezhnayan Infrastructure?"

You had given the two copies of some of your research material since you may as well make use of those brains.

Or, so you thought.

Childe chuckled and shook his head, offering up the book in his hand, a grin outstretched on his face.

"I'm afraid so your Grace."

Seeing as the two had left out the specifics, you could only let your mind wonder on what you had given them by accident. Taking the book Childe, you bring it into the light. As soon as you saw its cover, you paled.

It was your personal journal you had kept since entering Teyvat. In it, were some things that couldn't be said out loud. It's central focus? Why its just you absolutely drooling over your collection of acolytes. Nothing else.

And if you remembered correctly, you start off strong from your meeting with some of the Knights of Favonious.

"I hope you didn't read... too far into this?" Your voice tappers off at the end, your last bit of dignity already slipping away at what you could already guess at.

Kaeya's laugh is all you need to tell you that the pair of men did, in fact, read into the diary.

"I didn't know you enjoyed my chest so much your Grace~ ? Perhaps I should undress more for you to get a better look at it as you had hoped?"

You slam the diary onto you desk, your lantern shaking from the force. As hard as you tried to keep up the image of a poised god dedicated to their people, it all came crumbling down at just those two sentences from the Calvary Captain.

Sure, you did care for Teyvat and its people, but Archons be damned were you not going to enjoy the eye candy while you were at it! And you weren't going to hold back when you wrote about it.

That was, of course, with the thought that no one would ever find your book of lustful thoughts!

With a small whine, you turn to Childe, eyes pleading with him to tell you he had not done the same as he flirty partner.

"Ajax, for the sake of my sanity, tell the truth."

He stepped toward you, kneeling in front of you on both his knees, placing his hands at the top of your thighs.

From where he was now, you could see the Harbinger in his full glory. His model from the game did him no justice; instead of a scrawny ginger boy, he was a tall and very well built man that had your heart fighting itself in your ribcage with a single smile. Especially when he has his sleeves rolled up, like he does now, when you could see all of those scars that carved into him in a way that fit just right-

Where were you again? Right, you were currently getting exposed by Childe and Kaeya because of your mix-up.

"I could never lie to you, your Grace." His grip tightened on your legs ever so slightly. "I did read your little notes on me. Though little is an understatement."

You groan, face becoming hot at the full realization of what was happening.

Look, you didn't hold back when you wrote in your journal by any means, and that meant you went into detail about how you'd love to be bent over the nearest furniture and fuck by some of your acolytes, or fuck them depending on the person.

Kaeya seems to enjoy your state of duress, walking so that he could stand behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders as he leaned over to whisper into your ear.

"If I had known all of your desires, I would've been more than delighted to help you act on them earlier."

You shuddered at the feeling of his lips on your jaw, not expecting him to be so bold, reaching one of your hands up to grasp at his own. Kaeya enjoyed your reaction, threading his fingers with yours.

"I would've fucked you just like you wanted, then you'd get to feel just how good my cock was instead of imagining it in that pretty head of yours."

You should be scolding him, both of them. Childe was also getting more bold with his actions, his hands creeping up your thighs, using his strength to spread them apart. If he was using your journal as a guide, then you knew exactly what he was going to do next.

But, you couldn't find it in yourself to really stop them. You had denied yourself of your wants for long enough. Indulgence wasn't too much of a sin itself, and what is virtue without sin?

Childe slid his hands underneath your thighs and lifted them up without much of an issue, his hands easily eclipsing your thighs from his larger size. He pulled you to sit on the edge of the chair, much to the dismay of Kaeya, bringing your legs to hand over your shoulders.

"Do you know how badly I've wanted to taste you, your Grace?" Childe hummed, pressing soft kisses to the inner parts of your thighs, making a whine fall from your mouth. You could feel the grin that came onto his face, his lips stretching up as he pinched the skin or your thigh between his teeth. "Mark these small thighs of yours with my teeth, my kisses and hickeys."

You shook your head, stopping yourself from speaking in case you stuttered over your words.

Childe sighed, looking up into your eyes like he was but an innocent man who wasn't about to eat you out like a man starved of a meal, rubbing his cheek against your thigh.

"That's too bad. I guess I'll just have to show you then, huh?"

"Ah! Not so fast your Grace~ " Kaeya used his free hand to hold your chin, tilting your head back and to the side so you could look into his eye.

"You can't be so cruel to forget about me! I believe I offered myself to you first, did I not?"

You nodded with a gulp, wondering just where the Calvary Captain was going with this. Kaeya looked as if he was ready to swallow you whole and then some, looking over your body with a pool of lust swirling in that blue eye of his.

He didn't give you any warning when he claimed your lips with his, not even allowing you to ease into the kiss before he pushed past your lips with his tongue, stealing the breath from your lungs in one move.

Not wanting to be upstaged, the Harbinger resumed his task of marking up your thighs like he had planned, biting into hard enough to leave a mark before kissing at it as if he were apologizing for hurting you, nor like you minded.

Childe slowly inched his way up until he was met with the underwear keeping him from what he wanted. As much as he liked the look of them on you, they were in the way. He tugged the fabric to the side and licked his lips at the sight.

You were wet, he could easily tell that even in the low light. The sight sent a rush straight down to his cock, excited to see just how wet he made the God he worshipped fron biting at their thighs.

Bringing one of his hands up, he spread your pussy lips apart, enjoying the moan you let out from exposing yourself to him. Oh how he hoped to hear his name fall from your lips like a prayer, but for now he'd settled with you moaning your praises for him into Kaeya's lips, easing a single finger into your hole.

"Mhm!" You held onto Kaeya's hand tighter, a hand shooting down to grip at the red hair on Childe's head. The man groaned sinfully at the feeling, licking a stripe over your clit as a form of thanks.

Now it was Kaeya who didn't wished to be upstage, moving the hand that hand been holding your jaw underneath your nighshirt and up to your chest. If what read in your journal was true, then he knew just what to do to get your attention back onto him.

You shook at the feeling of his cold fingers in your nipple, toes curling when he had begun to play with it with his skillful fingers. Kaeya wasn't just a known flirt for nothing, the man had to have some sort of skill to back it up. And that, he definitely had.

Childe had already slid another finger into you, lips having come to completely close around your clit, sucking on it in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

It would be only a matter of time with all the different types of pleasure coming at once for you to cum, not even being able to give the two men a warning before your body gave way to all of what they had given you, shuddering as it finally let go.

Childe pulled back, the lower half of his face slick from your release. Though you couldn't see it, Kaeya licked his lips at the sight, no doubt wanting a taste for himself.

"I think we should continue this on the bed."

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Day 2 || At Your Service - Thoma ||

Synopsis: As your walking through the halls of your home one night, you hear the voice of your housekeeper shout out your name. Wanting to confirm what you heard, you make your way too is room.

Pairing : Subish!Thoma (Genshin Impact) x AFAB!Reader

Word Count : 3,800 Words

Tags / CW : Handjobs, Walking in on someone, Masturbation, Riding, Sex, Cumming inside (wrap it before you tap it), Biting, Getting called Master and Lord, and Teasing

A moan, high pitched and breathless, hit your ears before you could even turn the corner. You almost didn't believe your ears, pausing in your step to try and process what you had heard.

Perhaps you were mistaken, hearing things that weren't there because of the lull of the night. It happens to everyone, so surely that was what was happening to you. Surely you hadn't just heard the voice of your ever sweet housekeeper moan out in pleasure. But then it came again, louder than before, more desperate and full of want than before.

What took you by surprise was the word that had been moaned out.

It was your name.

You had hardly ever heard it spill from his lips. Thoma was always one to keep up with the formalities required of your difference of status. It was always 'yes my Lord' 'I am at your service my Lord' but never your name. No matter how much you pushed him to utter the word from his lips, he wouldn't budge out of his respect for you.

But it looks like that respect was gone at night, reserved for during the day when you couldn't hear him plead for you touch like a bitch in heat.

"A-ah!" With each step you took towards the door of his room, you could better hear the hurried words that left his lips. "Please please- !" They spilled out like a mantra, the last tether to his last bit of sanity before he lost himself to the thought of you, something he no doubt welcomed with opened arms.

You kept quiet even when you reached his room, slowly pushing the door open and enjoying the delectable sight before your eyes. Sat with his back flushed against the headboard of his bed, Thoma fucked his fist with wild abandon, the well worked muscle in his arm flexed each time he pumped his weeping cock. It was almost like he was putting on a show, all just for you and only you.

No one else lived inside the house beside the two of you, no one else would be able to hear those desperate moans he let out, or see the way he had his legs spread that gave you the perfect sight of his flushed tip crying for release.

Thoma hadn't noticed your presence yet, not like he could see you with the way he had his head thrown back, eyes closed shut and mouth ajar as he moaned and pleaded for your forgiveness. You took the opportunity to walk into the room and get a closer look at what he was generously showing you, coming to stand beside him with a delighted smirk splayed across your face.

Your beloved housekeeper was always so respectful, so polite, so sweet. You almost felt bad each time you teased him: holding his arm flush to your chest each time he offered it to escort you somewhere, surprising him when he was immersed in his work with a light blow to the back of his neck, even having him help when you needed help when putting on any particular tight garment; but you loved the way he looked too much.

He had tried to hide it at first: averting his eyes but still letting them linger on your body when he thought you weren't looking, rushing to finish helping you put on your clothes even when his body wanted to do the exact opposite, but he eventually gave in. He gave into his want for you, but still kept you at a distance.

His hands ghosting over your curves when he was helping you dress, but it could always be played off as simply fixing your attire. Leaning in closer to you whenever he escorted you so that you were easier for him to protect, when he really just wanted to feel your body against his.

But when you were overtly bold, that was when he would take a step back.

"My lord, please keep your status in mind. I don't wish to disrespect you in any way."

All that talk of formality and etiquette just to be moaning into night how much he wish he was fucking you instead of his fist, muttering and whimpering at how tight he knew you'd feel around his cock, crying out how he'd only come for you. He kept himself and the house prim and proper only to be cumming and dirtying his sheets at the thought of fucking you in his bed.

It tool all your strength to hold yourself back from helping him ease that feeling and making him cum until he shot blanks. Afterall, you wanted to see how he looked after cumming at the mere thought of you.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!" His moans were like music to your ears, pleased to hear your so called forbidden name pleaded for by his honeyed voice. "F-forgive me! Forgive me!"

After that came a series of high pitched moans barely muffled behind gritted teeth, the muscles in his arms tightening as he used his own thumb to pressed down onto his weeping tip, the other hand clawing at the pillows beside him.

The sound of it, of him cumming, was so distinct. Veiled beneath his desperate pants was the sound of his cum spurting against his thumb and palm, the wet sound so audible despite your distance from it. Soon his hand would leave his cock and you could see the sticky substance drip down against his skin.

It was thick, slow in the way it flowed down his palm that had you interested to see how it felt against your own.

You couldn't help yourself any longer, he had teased you long enough, your legs carrying your body over to stand right next to him. Still caught up in bliss, Thoma had yet to really notice you until you made yourself known, planting a soft and fleeting kiss on his exposed neck, a hand sliding down and massaging his inner thigh.

He froze in an instant, which only made you chuckle, a smirk breaking out across your face. Of course, the poor man wasn't expecting you to be right there, his hand covered in his cum, his dick still standing tall and hard, face flushed from all his cries of lust for the master he should not touch that you no doubt heard.

"If that's what you Thoma, I'll gladly forgive you for this."

"M-my lord!"

"Oh?" You chimed, happily looking into his eyes with a teasing smile coming to decorate your face. "My lord? I'm sure I heard you call out my name earlier."

Your hand on his thigh slowly inched up even further, watching with as he bit his lip in anticipation, barely grazing the underside of his swelled cock with the back of your hand.

The hand he had been using to grasp at his sheets reflexively shot up and grabbed at your wrist, his face somehow flushing a more angry red than before from jacking off at the thought of you. In the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of something you hadn't expected.

"Oh?" You hum, brows raised slightly.

His cock had twitched whenever you made contact with his skin, only slightly, but enough for you to notice. Did he enjoy being caught? Right now, he was at a loss for words, fumbling over himself as he tried to produce a single coherent thought.

"Well I- ... my lord I, I! I didn't- "

"So you're telling me I heard wrong Thoma?"

"No my lord!"

You give him a gentle smile, leaning in close to his face, close enough that closing the distance wouldn't take all that much effort, your hand coming up to grasp his cock with a soft grip. The small moan he let out only caused your smile to widen. Thoma knew all too well that your kind and sweet smiles were the most deceiving, unknowingly taken a slight gulp in preparation.

"Then I did hear you right." You started a slow pace, keeping a snug grip on his cock as you began to pump it up and down. "You were moaning out my name when you were fucking your hand." All he could do was nod, biting his lip in shame and adverting his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of your hand where he wanted it most.

If anything about your usual teasing personality spoke of how you were in bed, then he fears for the worst to come.

"Let me guess, " You leaned on close to his ear, absolutely loving the way it made his body shiver in anticipation. "You were imagining that instead of your hand, it was me you were fucking right? Probably bouncing and on this cute little dick of yours and crying out your name like you were doing for me?"

He shook his head. "N- "

You press the flat side of your thumb onto his tip, cooing at the sight of him crying out from the unexpected move.

"So you were thinking about fucking my throat? Imagining how lewd my face would look after you cum down my throat?"

He shook his head again, but this time he knew better than to speak before being asked a more direct question. You let up seeing this, pushing and rubbing at his tip as a reward, kissing his cheek as well. Thoma had always been a quick learner when it came to anything pertaining you: your favorite foods, preferred clothing, and now it'd be your sexual wishes.

"Then why don't you tell me what had you moaning so loudly that I could hear you down the hall?"

He took a moment to respond, trying to find the courage to answer you properly.

"It was... "

"Was?"

He gulped, swallowing the last of his shame.

"It was everything!"

It certainly wasn't the answer you were expecting. Seeing your confusion, much to his detriment, he began to elaborate.

"You're just too attractive master." Oh, so it's master now? That you didn't mind. "The face you make when you're concentrating on work, the way you hold onto me when I escort you, you're ability to use your words to your advantage, who wouldn't find you attractive?"

"Go on." You straddled his lap, letting go of his cock, pressing down and grinding your ass against his weeping erection. He couldn't help notice you weren't wearing any underwear. "I'm sure there's more to it than that. Tell me about all those times you wanted to do more than just help me. Clearly you hold more than just a little admiration for me."

Not knowing what to do with his hands, Thoma grabbed the edge of your night shirt, hands balling up the fabric in his tight fists as he tried to focus on anything but the feeling of just how good you felt sitting there on his cock, so close to fucking you and giving you all that's he's built up until now.

"Two nights ago when I was helping you get ready for bed and- "

You grinded a bit harder, happily teasing him as well as enjoying the feeling of him so desperate and needy for you.

"Go on."

"A-and you told me about how your legs were getting cold so I suggested that you wear those socks... "

Ah! You remembered, he was talking about those thigh high socks you've been wearing to bed recently.

With your thighs in his hands, all those times when he wished he could touch them as he did now started rushing to his cock. How he wanted to kiss and bite at the plush skin when he helped you into those thigh high socks you had bought those few nights ago. The house was getting old, as it was an inheritance you got from a long lived relative. In the past two weeks, it had begun getting unbearably cold at night. Thoma was the one to suggest wearing longer socks to bed. He said something about how they were becoming a more common accessory, so you thought nothing of it. You had been none the wiser to his thinly veiled desire for you.

You were a temptress and you knew it, but you hadn't thought you affected your little housekeeper to this extent. His pupils were already blown, eyes solely focused on how your legs were spread over his lap, just for him and only him. Only he got to see you at every hour, and soon, he hopes, at every angle. It was so difficult to have you so close to where he wanted, so close yet he couldn't more nor touch you without your say so. 

But he loved your praise and punishments too much to go against your will this time around.

You could only laugh at your revelation, leaning in till you were a breath's width apart from his lips. With a grin, you watched as he gulped at the anticipation, eyes darting between yours and your lips.

"I didn't take you for such a pervert Thoma." You could see him hold himself back from shaking his head, causing your grin to grow wider. "You must've loved kneeling between my thighs, acting innocent as you helped me into my socks. It makes me wonder what goes on in that little head of yours when you help me dress."

You brought a hand up to tug at his head guard, pulling it back until it was off his head. Now his blond hair flowed over his face, fringe tickling at his cheeks in a way that made him look too good in your eyes. 

Rarely did you get to see Thoma in anything but his everyday wear. He had always gotten himself ready way before you ever awoke come morning. It was for professionalism, he was the dutiful housekeeper and right hand to one of the most infamous people in Teyvat, he had to look prim and proper as to not dirty your image.

But none of that really mattered now. He was beneath you, hands clinging onto your night shirt for dear life as he held himself back from you. His hair now disheveled and face flushed at the mere sight of you.

You licked your lips.

"You'll just have to show me everything you thought about tonight."

A sinful moan slipped out when your lips met his, his arms coming to wrap tightly around your waist as he pulled you into him. Gone was his last thread of self control you so gleeful snipped, you had him moaning into your mouth within seconds once your tongue came across his lips.

It was hard to catch your breath between each and every kiss he smothered you with, but you loved it, loved how taken he was with just a kiss, how taken he was of you. 

He didn't wait to tug at your shirt, his message was clear.

You somehow pull yourself back, taking in all the air he had stolen from your lungs as you looked over his face. The running joke about his nickname being tomato might as well have been fate with how red his face currently was, mouth hung open has he hurriedly drawn in each breath he could, eyes looking up at your as they pleaded for you to take off your shirt.

"Aren't you moving a little too fast~ " Thoma groaned, but didn't shy away when your hands cupped his face. "You have to take a something off first before you can get what you want."

Thoma was still wearing his black tank top, and you wanted it off. You had seen a glimpse of what was underneath it whenever summer came around. As attentive as Thoma was to you, he was always forgetful when it came to himself. He'd always forget to bring a towel with him whenever he was doing yard work out in the sun, and end up having to wipe his face with the bottom up his shirt.

Of course, you never reminded him to bring a towel. Why would you? It you did, you'd stop seeing a blonde happy trail creeping out of his pants that led to his abs. It was the most you got to see of the man's body, aside from his arms, which he also liked to keep out of your sights at every opportunity.

He was reluctant to let you go, but he had to to take off his shirt. Thoma was quick to pull the shirt up and over his head, even quicker to loosely wrap his arms back around your waist.

Your hands came up to splay across his chest, nails lightly scratching whenever you moved your hands to trace his chest. How badly did you want to mark his skin with hickeys and bites, hear him moan with each one you made. But you wanted something else more than that at the moment.

Stripping yourself of your own shirt, you pressed your chest against against his, laughing when you saw him internally freak out over the feeling of it, your arms wrapping around his neck for better leverage.

"Thoma~" You hummed, grinding down as hard as you could against his hard on. "I'm sure there's something you'd rather be doing than just staring at my chest no?"

He nodded, gulping as he moved his hands to hold your hips.

"Yeah... " He said it breathily, pushing his hips hips to grind against your ass, moaning softly at the feeling. 

You could only chuckle. He was getting more and more impatient with each second that passed. Well, you couldn't talk much, wanting to have your dutiful housekeeper rearranged your guts already until either you or him couldn't from a proper sentence.

"Go ahead, but you can't come until I say so. Consider it punishment for fucking your hand instead of me."

Thoma didn't seem to really process your words past 'Go ahead.' using one hand to grab his cock and press it against your slit, sliding it back and forth to collect your slick on his sensitive tip. Once he had deemed you wet enough, he pressed until he slid into you with a pop, relishing in the way your breath hitched once he did.

He was slow to ease into you, wanting both to be careful to not injure you and to savor the feeling of how your walls pulsed against him. Thoma wasn't quiet about it either, continuously moaning and groaning even when he bottomed out, his grip on your hips tightening as he let out a shaky breath.

"So good... " He couldn't help but utter what he was thinking, leaning into your body till his mouth was right by your ear. "You feel so good around my cock master... "

You couldn't speak a single syllable, trying to get used to feeling so full, letting your mouth hang open as you struggled to get over the feeling. It's not like you hadn't had other partners before, but you hadn't had the time for sex or relationships with all the work you had to do in recent times. You could same of Thoma, who looked as his he was fighting between fucking into you without abandon and cumming right here and now.

To try and ground yourself, your reached out and grabbed Thoma's hair with a firm grip, only to hear the man moan once you did so.

"Pervert."

He whines at your teasing, thursting up into you as revenge, grinning once he heard you moan. 

"But you like it?"

You huff, but don't say anything else, grinding down onto Thoma's lap to get him to start. He needn't be told twice, as always, starting without a second thought once he received your order. 

Thoma started out slow, to test the waters and make sure you adjusted to properly. When it became apparent that you wanted him to go faster, he did, moaning the entire time his cock slipped in and out of you. You thoroughly enjoyed the ride, especially since Thoma couldn't keep his thoughts to himself.

"So good, so good~!" That particular phrase was one of the more frequent ones. Followed by cries of how wet you were, and how tight you were around his cock. It had you wondering what he would say if her were fucking you in different positions. Would he babble about how you'd look full of his cum when he fucked in you in a mating press? Or would he prefer to have his face stuck between your thighs that you knew he loved, mouth preoccupied with something you definitely wouldn't mind it doing?

You'll have to save those thoughts for later, or maybe your next round, thighs clenched around your housekeeper's hips from being so close to cumming.

"Thoma, m'gonna cum." You pulled onto his hair again, this time until he pulled his head back enough so you could look into his eyes. He could only nod in agreement.

" 'gonna cum too." You tugged at his hair again, this time hard with the intention for it to sting. Your brows furrowed. You know he didn't forget what you told him so quickly, Thoma wasn't as as forgetful as that. He was just hoping you were. Unfortunately for him, you weren't.

"No. Remember what I told you?"

He seemed to pout, but nodded his head. "Can't come until you say so...  "

You grinned, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips. So he was still your obedient little housekeeper who was ready to satisfy your every want and need. Good. You wouldn't make him suffer for long, you didn't want to get too over-stimulated yourself, as much of a fun trip as that sounds.

For now, you had to focus on yourself, biting at Thoma's neck as you felt you the knot in your stomach tighten more and more. Thoma yelped at the feeling, but didn't object, keeping his thrusts at the same pace but thrusting a bit harder that before.

That was all it took for the knot to snap, he had you cumming in just a few more thrusts. You moaned against his neck as he kept up his pace, his voice becoming more whiney as he felt his own orgasm build up. Of course, he started begging in a voice that made him hard to resist.

"Please can I cum inside master?" The words tumbled out of his mouth, knuckles no doubt white from how hard they gripped your hips. "I'll do whatever you say, just please let me cum!"

"You can cum!" 

Not wanting to get thrown into another orgasm too soon, you give Thoma the go ahead and he obeyed without a hint of hesitation, only lasting another three thrusts until he was painting your insides white with his cum. He held you in place until he finished, lightening his grip on you once he was done.

You stayed seated on his cock, not bothering with getting off of it as you had other plans for the night. The two of you had the next three days off after all, why not start your off time with a bit of fun?

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prompts

compilation of prompts by me, and many others to hopefully inspire you♡

cute/fluff:

“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

“you make me feel alive. for the first time ever, i feel like i can breathe”

“i fucking love you” “hang up, and tell me this when you’re sober”

“i really want to kiss you right now” “do it then”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“i’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met”

“Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”

angsty/sad:

“i dont know how to exist in a world without you”

“The worst thing is, that even after all of that, I’m still in love with you.”

“did you at least think of me, when you were having sex with her?”

“no. the moment you saw me as a bet was the moment you fucked up.” 

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“i swear, if you say another word, i’ll leave.”

“that ship has sailed. i’ve had my one great love already”

“Would you just shut up and listen to me for two goddamn seconds?!”

“if i asked you to stay, would you?” 

“i don’t know who you are anymore”

“of course i still love you. but i hate myself for it.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“i can’t have this argument with you again” “but-” “no. i’m done”

filth:

“Seeing you between my legs is so hot.”

“I may or may not have left some….marks.”

“I think we were a little too loud last night.”

“Really? You wanna have sex….here? Now?”

“the noises you make are incredible”

“You’ve been giving me bedroom eyes for the past half an hour - time to show me what, exactly, was on your mind.”

“we’re just…friends.” “friends don’t do this type of shit!”

“she may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she’s hand cuffs and gags.”

“bite your lip once more, i dare you”

“what you gonna do about it, stud”

“I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

“god i love your hands” “lets put them to good use then”

“i know you can be louder than that.”

“come on. i want the neighbours to hear you scream”

“do you like that? like being in control?”

funny/miscellaneous:

“Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right from your lungs.”

“Did you just slap my ass?” / “Actually, I firmly grasped it.” / “Did you just quote Spongebob?”

“I’m not a damsel in distress. i’m a damsel doing damage.”

“You couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.”

“where have you been all my life?” “hiding from you”

“shut up with all that soulmate shit”

“I’d punch you, but that’d ruin that pretty little face of yours.”

“sorry, is that supposed to impress me?”

“Maybe you should leave the cooking to me.”

“so it’s a date?” “nope. not a date” 

“it’s because i’m so attractive isn’t it?” “i say this. and i cannot stress this enough. i find you completely repulsive.” 

“alright daddy long legs, next joke please”

credits to some of the accounts whose prompt lists inspired this one: @connorshero, @starman-thorsus-canos-jock, @glitterquadricorn, @calumsendgame, @alloveroliver, @justforshitsandcackles, @whcczes, @hellsdemonictrinity, @poeticparker, @dresupi

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PROMPTS LIST

Angst:

1: “ Give me a chance. ” 2: “ Not you again.. ” 3: “ Leave me alone. ” 4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ” 5: “ Why do you hate me? ” 6: “ I lost the baby. ” 7: “ I thought you loved me. ” 8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ” 9:“ I can’t believe you! ” 10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ” 11: “ You’re a monster. ” 12: “ I hate you. ” 13: “ Don’t leave me… ” 14: “ You’re a disappointment. ” 15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ” 16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ” 17: “ Are you upset with me? ” 18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ” 19: “ I’m going to kill you! ” 20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ” 21: “ Thanks for nothing. ” 22: “ Dont call this number again. “ 23: “ Why did you spare me? ” 24: “ You need to leave. ” 25: “ I’m sick. ” 26: “ I’m dying. ” 27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ” 28: “ I thought we were family!” 29: “ There was never an us. ” 30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ” 31: “ I fucked up. ” 32: “ I came to say goodbye. ” 33:“ He’s dead because of you. ” 34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ” 35: “ About the baby… Its yours. ”

Love:

36: “ I’m so in love with you. ” 37: “ Dance with me! ” 38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ” 39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ” 40: “ Will you marry me? ” 41: “ I’m pregnant. ” 42: “ I need a hug. ” 43: “ You’re special to me. ” 44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ” 45: “ Do you trust me? ” 46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ” 47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ” 48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ” 49: “ Lets have a baby. ” 50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ” 51: “ I want to take care of you. ” 52: “ Can we cuddle? ” 53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ” 54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ” 55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ” 56: “ Are you flirting with me? ” 57: “ Is that my shirt? ” 58: “ How did we get here? ” 59: “ You own my heart. ” 60: “ You’d be a great dad. ” 61: “ You’d be a great mom. ” 62: “ I want to protect you. ” 63: “ Whats the matter? ” 64: “ You’re so beautiful. ” 65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ” 66: “ Is that a new perfume? ” 67: “ Stop being so cute. ” 68: “ You’re making me blush! ” 69: “ You’re teasing me again… ” 70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ” 71: “ You’re the best! ” 72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ” 73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ” 74: “ Of course I remembered! ” 75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ” 76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ” 77: “ Are you jealous? ” 78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ” 79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ” 80: “ Lets run away together. ”

General:

90: “ Catch me if you can! ” 91: “ I’m fine. ” 92: “ Are you drunk? ” 93: “ Are you high? ” 94: “ We cant go in there… ” 95: “ Give it back! ” 96: “ Well this is just great. ” 97: “ Don’t touch me. ” 98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ” 99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!” 100: “ I didn’t do it! ” 101: “ I did it… ” 102: “ I don’t remember that! ” 103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ” 104: “ Get that thing away from me! ” 105: “ You owe me. ” 106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ” 107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ” 108: “ Are you hitting on me? ” 109: “ Why are you naked? ” 110: “ You did what?! ” 111: “ You have… Superpowers? ” 112: “ Why are you bleeding? ” 113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?” 114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ” 115: “ That wasn’t funny. ” 116: “ This tastes horrible. ” 117: “ This is delicious! ” 118: “ Are you mad at me? ” 119: “ Stop ignoring me… ” 120: “ I love that show too! ” 121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?” 122: “ Lets blow this joint. ” 123: “ Let me help you with that. ” 124: “ Take that back! ” 125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ” 126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ” 127: “ What are you listening to? ” 128: “ I brought you your coffee. ” 129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ” 130: “ Run! ” 131: “ Lets run away together. ” 132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ” 133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ” 134: “ Was I really that drunk? ” 135: “ Was I really that stoned? ” 136: “Give me back my phone! ” 137: “ You’re an asshole. ” 138: “ Are you cold? ” 139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ” 140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ” 141: “ Did you hear that? ” 142: “ It’s just your imagination. ” 143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ” 144: “ Stop being such a baby. ” 145: “ Go back to bed. ” 146: “ Are you okay? ” 147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.” 148: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ” 149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ” 150: “ What on earth are you wearing? ” 151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ” 152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ” 153: “ Put me down! ” 154: “ There’s only one bed… ” 155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ” 156: “ How did I loose it? ” 157: “ I read your diary. ” 158: “ This is awkward. ” 159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ” 160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”

Below is NSFW prompts.

161: “ Bite me. ” 162: “ Make me. ” 163: “ Fuck me. ” 164: “ Stop teasing me so much… ” 165: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?” 166: “ Okay.. This is new. ” 167: “ Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ” 168: “ You’re in trouble now. ” 169: “ What a pretty sight. ” 170: “ Bend over. ” 171: “ On your knees. ” 172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ” 173: “ Lay back. ” 174: “ Take off your clothes. ” 175: “ Well, fine; just this once. ” 176: “ I’m waiting. ” 177: “ You’re so beautiful. ” 178:“ As you wish. ” 179: “ First one to make a noise looses.” 180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ” 181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ” 182: “ Ive wanted this for so long. ” 183: “ Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ” 184: “ Can I touch you? ” 185: “ Open up. ” 186: “ No strings attached. ” 187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ” 188: “ Mine. ” 189: “ The nights still young. ” 190: “ We cant do that here! ” 191: “ Behave. ” 192:“ What did you just say? ” 193: “ Good girl. ” 194: “ Good boy. ” 195: “ Come here. ”

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☆ﾟSentences → Soft A/B/O

❝ Don’t listen to them. Omegas can be stronger than any Alpha. ❞

❝ Hush, pretty thing. I’ve got you, I’ll keep you safe. ❞

❝ Use your words, love. Tell me what you want. ❞

❝ I want you to help me through my first heat. I…I don’t trust anyone like I trust you. ❞

❝ I’m not going to force you to submit to me. I’m not some brainless Alpha meathead. You’re my partner! ❞

❝ Stay close to me, my scent will ward away any asshole feeling brave. ❞

❝ I don’t need anyone else but you. You’re perfect just the way you are! ❞

❝ I can’t take care of you like they could. A Beta is just…settling. ❞

❝ Easy, easy. I’m not a threat—see? I’ll bare my throat and everything. ❞

❝ I’m gonna punch the next Alpha to even look at us wrong. ❞

❝ You’re so cute, I just want to wrap you up in a blanket and carry you away from everything. ❞

❝ I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but if you aren’t ready, I respect that. It’s a big commitment, the mating bond. ❞

❝ I want you to mark me. I want to belong to you and I want you to belong to me. ❞

❝ Here, hun. I ran the blankets in the dryer so they’ll be nice and warm for you to nest around in. ❞

❝ I know you think you have to be a big, tough Alpha all the time, but let me take care of you. Let yourself go, for once. ❞

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ABO Headcanons: Dens

Nesting is a very common aspect of omegaverse fics, and I love it. But I’ve been thinking; if omegas have nests, what do alphas have? I propose dens.

Alphas turn the main room they sleep in into dens by scenting the ever-living hell out of them, claiming the room as theirs. Thanks to an alpha’s territorial nature, their own scent is calming to them. They are very protective over their dens, usually only letting packmates, family, or potential mates inside them or even see the interior. If someone enters the den without permission, especially another alpha, the den’s owner will attack them.

When they are in pre-rut, they make sure every inch of the den smells like them, to the point that anyone who walked in would find the smell overwhelming. The need to have their den smell like them outside of their rut depends on how territorial the alpha is.

If an alpha shows an omega their den, it is usually as a courting technique. The alpha would try and decorate their den beforehand to make it presentable. If the omega says they like it, they are accepting the courting. If they say they dislike the den, it is a rejection, and will usually result in the alpha completely redecorating their den out of shame and embarrassment.

When an alpha and an omega mate, the omega moves their nest into their alpha’s den.

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aesthetics 🌸

// lockscreens for you ✨

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Every time we

I get this feeling

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nintendo: here’s a dead shriveled up demon who could be ganon

the fandom: sorry did you say “young hot hero ganon with a nipple ring”?