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mistle10 · 15 days

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Genshin men fucking you so hard you can't walk right?

Every night then? Cause that's what its gonna be like.

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Xiao, Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Baizhu, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, aftercare, rough sex, praise, soothing kisses, cuddles

A/N: They will leave you shaking and... take care of you. Most of the time.

Kaeya almost gets hard again when you can't move your legs afterwards. You don't really have to, he kind of expected you to be tired after a few hours but he couldn't just help himself when he saw you after such a long time away.

Diluc is a little shy when he notices you can't move anymore but all his cum is flowing from between your legs. He blushes hard before he goes to get a wet towel to clean you up slowly. Fuck, you're shaking even though he's being so gentle. Are you gonna be able to work tomorrow?

Itto feels both proud of himself and bad about himself when he sees that you can't walk. He'll pick you up in his arms while you cuddle up against him, even doing that much makes you groan. All these claw marks on your thighs and back, they're gonna be on you for a while.

Xiao was ready for this, he didn't have sex with many people in his life despite how long he's been alive but he always goes all out. So he knew he was gonna fuck you into oblivion. He knows a human can't keep up with him, so of course he's ready with lots of water, snacks and he will have a warm bath ready for you in just a few minutes.

Childe can't help but gloat about it. He's touching every bruise he's left on your body, engraving them into his memory, rubbing his cock over your sensitive pussy lips to make your hips jump at him. So sensitive, he almost wants to go again. You actually have to push him away for him to back off and stop teasing you after which he will wrap his arms around your body and nuzzle his cheek against yours.

Dottore doesn't think its that bad, you should have gotten used to this by now, how roughly he fucks you. He begins to walk away and signals you to follow, only to have you fall to your knees. Oh. You actually can't walk. Huh. A new accomplishment for him. Now that he knows your limit he will try to push you to it every time until you get used to it.

Pantalone throws his cape around you to shield your shaking body from view. It was a bad idea to do this in his office after all, and to leave you in such a physical state. He kisses your forehead and whispers what a good girl you were for him back there, he will try to kiss your marks better once he gets you to bed.

Baizhu is fully prepared to take care of you once he's done fucking you silly. Any bruises you might have gotten he will rub with ointment and bandage up. The ones on your thighs he will kiss so gently that you almost start to cry from how gentle he's being right now. You can't help but sluggishly pull him into a hug when he's all done.

Zhongli gets really worried when you can't move, he thinks he really hurt you. It's actually a little bit funny when he panics over fucking you so good you can't move a muscle. You whisper to him that you'll be very sore tomorrow morning but that in your mind it was very worth it. You're one strange human woman, but he loves you anyway.

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mistle10 · 15 days

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ᝰ HOW YOU LIKE IT DADDY !

✶ 𓏲ּ ꩜ 𓂅 genshin men and their favorite positions <3

CW; fem! reader, vaginal penetration, sex positions, dacryphilia, breeding, manhandling

MISSIONARY

ayato, heizou, kaeya, lyney, pantalone, wanderer

missionary is not vanilla or boring when it comes to them, especially not when you're crying and begging them to stop when its too much. but do they listen? of course not. why would they when they can see every face you make when you're high on on the feeling of their cock buried deep within you?

laughs and coos at you tauntingly, asks you to speak up whenever you whine their name, telling them they're "too big" and that you're "so full". they will not stop until they have you crying so much tears that your cheeks and the pillow beneath you are stained wet.

COWGIRL / REVERSE COWGIRL

baizhu, dainsleif, diluc, tighnari, venti

loves this position because they can grab at your thighs and hips, also because they can lean back and watch you work hard for your orgasm while still being in control. they'd be so touchy in this position, hands never leaving your body, every inch of you will be caressed by them.

if they're into reverse cowgirl, you're in for a treat! also wouldn't stop touching you, but they would especially target your ass. they're absolutely obsessed with the way it looks whenever you bounce or grind on his dick, trying to make yourself feel good.

PILEDRIVER

albedo, itto, kaveh, kazuha, pierro

putting you into this position just makes them feel so so so good! they can't hold back the primal instinct to breed you while your legs are on his shoulders, and you just physically cannot move, completely in their mercy!

having your legs in the air and body bent meant that they're deeper in you than usual, head of his dock kissing your cervix with every thrust. probably goes a little feral every time you clench around him and ground yourself by grabbing onto his arms.

DOGGY

cyno, gorou, neuvillette, thoma, xiao

doggy but it usually ends up with you lying flat on your stomach, face buried in the mattress or pillow below you, trying your best to breathe. pounds into you so hard you're practically sinking into the bed with him holding your ass up and fucking himself into you like an animal in heat.

meant to do it fifty percent of the time, but the other fifty percent usually happens unexpectedly when they're so lost in the feeling of you pussy and just can't get enough of you. grunts so much, especially when your legs give out and he has to support your whole weight from your hips as he ruts into you.

ALL

al-haitham, capitano, childe, dottore, wriothesley, zhongli

so strong that they easily manhandles you into every other position they feel like at that specific moment. you'd start with missionary and the next second you're in doggy, they'd even hoist you up like you weigh nothing and push you against the wall, lifting you up and fuck you so hard you see stars!

also the type to be so mean about it, knows that you like being manhandled by them, and so they'd tease you each time they do it, smirk so big you want to slap it off of their face. but who has time for that when you're basically like a toy to them, so pliable and all for them to use.

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mistle10 · 15 days

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perverse fantasies

all x fem reader! pantalone, arlecchino, furina, xiao, navia, childe, miko, & wriothesely

warnings: NSFW, public sex, voyeurism, sadism, humiliation, breeding kink, creampie, riding, dry humping, marking, possessiveness, oral, masturbation, etc...

Pantalone who’s fantasized about bending you over the desk infront of his subordinates more times than he can count, showing off his lover like a prize and reminding everyone who you belong to.

Arlecchino who can't think of a better way to spend her night than to watch her dearest bounce desperately on her strap, roughly grabbing her chin if she breaks eye contact. She’d tease her with humiliating remarks, laced with a sweet tone that doesn’t match. Arlecchino doesn’t take nicely to brats, expecting her lover to be a good girl or be punished.

Furina who can’t help but behave like a brat in bed, absolutely relishing in the attention her girlfriend gives her. Furina who’s thought about you taking her in the courtroom on more than one occasion. She orders her lover around, telling them to obey their god, but secretly wishing they’d snap and put her in her place.

Xiao who bathes himself in the intimacy of the act. The closeness and trust with his partner spiraled him further into arousal. Xiao who’d quickly lose control if his lover gripped his hair or back to keep themselves grounded.

Navia who works so hard to keep Spina de rosula afloat, feels stress constantly on her shoulders. Navia just wants to feel like everything is okay as she holds her lover close. The skinship drives her mad, unable to contain her sounds when attention is given to her sensitive chest.

Childe who fantasizes about making you the perfect little wife. A man who loves family just as much as he does fighting. Childe pumps you full load after load, roughly snapping his hips into yours. Childe who’d drool if he saw your belly bulge, incoherently whispering about how good of a mommy she’d be.

Miko who won’t let you leave unmarked, cherishing the feeling of your skin between her teeth. Her hands assist in rocking you back and forth on her thigh, the thought of you coming undone from just her leg bringing her to new highs.

Wriothesly who can’t stand the idea of anyone else touching you. Large calloused hands are always somewhere on your person when you're alone. Wriothesely who is more of a giver than a receiver, can’t help pumping himself to the thought of his love desperate to please him. He’d never admit it but he wishes they’d catch him.

#ARLECCHINO OH MY GOD #yes beautiful woman

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mistle10 · 21 days

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Genshin men and their body type preferences for their partner

Let me know if you want me to elaborate thanks

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mistle10 · 21 days

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Rating: sfw

Pairing: Vil Schoenheit X chubby gn! reader (leaning towards fem)

Genre: hurt/comfort (tough love)

TWs: semi-detailed descriptions of ED behaviors, weight loss, restrictive behaviors, and self image. Please keep this warning in mind for your own personal health ♡

Plot: Reader who wants to lose weight but cant opening up about your issues with EDs and weight to Vil.

Disclaimer: I've written this based on my personal experiences, and it's a bit self indulgent. My apologies. Not proofread, written in tumblr app.

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Vil grabbed your hand when you claimed you weren't beautiful. He stared into your eyes.

"Tell me. What exactly don't you like about yourself?"

You couldn't say your weight. You didn't want to get a lecture, you already had it in your head that he must hate it.

"I- I won't tell you." When you argued, he would cross his arms.

"Oh, you always say I know so much about beauty. Suddenly you don't trust my judgement anymore?"

He tsked at you. "And besides. I give you plenty of tips to accentuate your features and you choose not to take them."

But you don't like them. You don't want to accentuate them. His face softened.

"Y/N..." Vil sighed, taking your hand in his again. "You know I do find you very beautiful, right?" His manicured thumb stroked the back of your hand, and he pulled you close to him. You couldn't help but feel grossed out. Not at him, but yourself. It was a common feeling-- not believing anyone would ever touch you out of free will.

"Why exactly don't you like these things?" He asked, more determined now. "Have people mentioned them?" His eyebrows furrowed, as much as he hated making expressions like that. Vil knew self confidence wasn't something many people had. Even he didn't come by it naturally, at first. Most people had something they wished to change, and some people were able to; whether that be getting a nose job or using colored contacts. But most couldn't and had to make peace with it.

And the thing was, you had tried to change it. You had tried many times. Many unhealthy diets and undiagnosed eating disorders went unnoticed because you didn't "fit the criteria." Of course you didn't want to tell him. To many people, being overweight was a moral failing. Something like that should be so easily fixable, shouldn't it? Of course, it was firmly seeded within your mind that Vil would feel the same if not harsher should you complain.

"I don't know. Not really," you replied.

Vil huffed. "Really now, Y/N." He put a hand on his hip. "You know, I don't care about those things. I don't particularly love the fact you ask me for tips and then don't use them and still complain, but that's beside the matter..." He shook his head, free hand coming up to brush aside his bangs.

His hands landed on your shoulders, bringing you to sit down with him on his bed. You even felt self concious about how you sat. Vil reached up to hold your face, thumb on your chin and other fingers resting under your jaw. It was tough love, you knew that, but it was still difficult.

"What I care about is whether you believe you're beautiful or not." He hummed, crossing one leg over the other. "And I want to help you feel that way."

You still couldn't help but not believe him. Really? You'd seen him have a fit before because his lash glue wasn't sticking just right at 5:30 in the morning. You'd seen him outright grimace at unappealing patterns, go on rants about hideous microtrends... he, of all people, didn't care about physical flaws? No way.

You would've laughed if it didn't make you want to cry. Tears welled up in your eyes.

"I... I just-" you were at a loss for words. "Don't pretend as if it isn't obvious. It's the elephant in the room." The metaphor made you embarrassed, as if it were a comparison, "I've been trying to lose weight. I am. Nobody cares. I haven't even been going to the Cafe anymore. I've cut out carbs, sugars, fats before, I'm eating less than half my maintenance and- nothing!" You let the words spill out. And now that the dam broke, you couldn't stop the rest.

"And I know you probably think I'm lying, how could I possibly not lose weight, that's so easy right!?" You felt your face get red hot. "But it's not that easy. Doctors won't listen. Nobody listens!"

Vil was silent for a few moments, before a sigh left him. He crossed the opposite leg now.

"Really now."

Your heart dropped.

"The truth is that I have noticed your habits change. I've been on every diet from here to the pacific ocean, you know," he muttered, bringing your face up to look you in the eyes. He seemed annoyed about something.

"It's not something I'm oblivious to. I was going to tell you to knock it off sooner or later if you didn't tell me the reason. Seriously, less than half, you should know better."

After a heavy scowl finally disappeared, Vil sighed, his demeanor softening once again. "It's very easy to get sucked into these things." He shrugged, resting his face in his palm for a moment.

"I ought to give you a breakdown of why these things don't work, but I'm sure you've heard it all already," he hummed. He was trying very hard not to lecture you about crash dieting and you could tell. "But-" His brows furrowed, and he looked at you, expression serious. "This will not happen again, understand? You will be eating an adequate amount. There are no 'good' or 'bad' foods, and equating food to moral character when it's simply fuel is imprudent."

You were clearly ashamed. The lecture, as you expected.

"I've already killed my metabolism." You said quietly. "Nobody can help anymore."

He narrowed his eyes at you. You swallowed nervously.

"This is fixable. But-" you tried to look away, but he turned your face toward him again.

"Look at me, Y/N." He spoke sternly, a subtle yet protective bite to his tone. It was clear this hit something for him; after all, you were his partner. And if you were hurting yourself, that simply wasn't tolerable.

"But, unless you plan on breaking up with me, I can not allow you to keep on with these *ridiculous* diets. My love-" he took a breath, finally composing himself. He'd never had to be this harsh with you before, but he was... worried. "An eating disorder is an eating disorder. Size has nothing to do with it."

His arms came around you, pulling you close to him in a loving embrace-- and your emotions immediately began to well up. "I apologize for my reaction, but this is one thing I will remain obstinate about."

His lips met your cheek. His hand caressed your hair, long nails combing through and brushing against your head. Vil was affectionate, when he wished to be-- and that was usually behind closed doors like this.

"But you don't think I'm ugly?" You asked quietly.

"Of course not," Vil spoke. "You know, I don't surround myself with people who know nothing of fashion or beauty. Physical flaws-" he scoffed a little. "even using the word 'flaw' seems demeaning, but they are the one thing I don't comment on."

You looked at him. You remembered all the times you'd seen him obsess over the little details of his face in the mirror, and felt bad about yourself.

He seemed to notice this with the change in your expression. At this point, he really could read you like a book. He reached up to hold your face once more, violet eyes looking into yours.

"My qualms about my own appearance have no effect on how I feel about you. Why would I hold you to the same standard as myself?"

Vil sighed softly. "If you feel this way, won't you come to me?" He asked. "We can work on the things you don't like, within reason. I just don't want you to hurt yourself over looking thin. You know, when Azul-" he cut himself off, shaking his head, but that seemed to remind him of something.

"I know I've probably said things about my figure before, and I'm sorry if that hurt you. I happen to like the way you look now. You've come a long way, you know. The first time I saw you, you couldn't even do a cut crease." Though it was maybe a joke you thought, he seemed serious.

Finally, he came back around. Vil moved to sit closer, his lips meeting yours. Though it wasn't enough to transfer some of his lipstick as it sometimes was, you could feel the affection that he couldn't -or wouldnt- say.

He breathed out, a soft smile coming to his face now.

"How are you feeling? Better now?" He asked. "Why don't we stop and pick something up?" He asked. You knew he typically tried to avoid unhealthy foods, so he must be determined to get you to eat something if he was suggesting it. "And then I can do your nails again- you know you ought to stop biting them," he scolded, in the way he usually would. It indicated things were back to normal. He wouldn't baby you, but he would work with you.

Though it wasn't something he often said, he did love you.

#tw disordered thoughts #tw ed descussion #twst fanfic #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #i didnt proof read this

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mistle10 · 22 days

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Why is all the x chubby reader stuff fetish based. I don't wanna hear my body described in graphic detail when it's already something I hate lol

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mistle10 · 24 days

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Which Genshin men would know that special trick of pushing down on their AFAB S/O’s tummy or back right over the g-spot so the feeling is more intense for them? 🥺👉👈

Which ones? Hard to choose. But I think these are somewhat correct.

Pairing: Dottore, Pantalone, Baizhu, Wriothesley, Zhongli x Afab!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle sex, rough sex, size kink, clit stimulation, teasing

A/N: Today has been a lot. But it's also been one of the best writing days I've had this year.

Dottore knows every secret of the human body. This of course includes where and how to touch you while he's fucking you to make you both feel better. He teases you by pressing down on you then letting go, keeping you guessing when he's gonna stimulate you.

Pantalone is gentle while pressing his hand to your stomach, telling you how much he would love to be able to feel what you feel. When his cock and his hand press against your g-spot at once you almost go cross-eyed. That's his plan, that's what he hopes to see.

Baizhu keeps pressure on your lower back while his cock twitches inside your pussy. His other hand is between your legs, playing with your clit, making you soak his cock. You feel him smile into your shoulder when you tell him to keep his hands where they are.

Wriothesley discovered this by accident when he wanted to see if he could feel his cock ramming into you. The heel of his hand pressed down right as he thrust in, you reacted immediately, wrapping your legs around him and squeezing him. He found your weak spot.

Zhongli tries to do this gently but your hips keep rolling back every time his hand presses against your back. While he doesn't fully understand why he knows it makes your pussy so much tighter around his cock. He keeps doing it until you go limp on his dick.

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mistle10 · 24 days

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𝟏𝟏⠀ ⠀⠀⠀skip a beat. ❟ ㅤ𝖣𝗜𝗦𝖳⃥𝖴ЯB

boys who's hearts melt whenever you look at him with puppy eyes, pleading for another round ― just another one ― of him finding himself deep in your core, fucking the knot in your belly to unleash with squirts of cum as you babble out. whimpering "s' good" or "big!big!" whenever he starts fucking your aching pussy after an orgasm. how can he not indulge into your needs? unbundle the hurt in your clit for not being touched, just making him cum right there on the spot when he sees the belly bulge of him deep on your fragile womb. ♡ he needs it again. just another one.

alhaitam. diluc. baizhu. childe. dainsleif.

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mistle10 · 24 days

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Genshin Men Hear You Masturbating Through the Shared Wall

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Thoma, Ayato, Childe, Pantalone, Dottore, Capitano, Tighnari, Cyno, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, handjob, dirty talk, embarrassment, cum shot, interrupted, confession

A/N: Would you die of embarrassment? I would.

LET YOU KNOW THEY HEAR YOU - Thoma, Capitano, Cyno, Wriothesley

He would feel so guilty about getting hard night after night, forced to fuck his fist and not telling you that they can hear you. Not only can he hear the moans but also the bed and most importantly his name. No way can he let this stay his secret, or yours. The thud on the wall scares you, making you take out your fingers just as you were about to come. But him telling you that you're quite loud makes the horniess wash off you fast. He doesn't let you feel bad because he does this too, but only when he's sure you're asleep because it'd be pretty embarrassing to confess like this, yet here he is doing just that because he'd much rather be the one making you moan.

START MASTURBATING ALONE - Kaeya, Itto, Childe, Dottore, Neuvillette

Can't resist grabbing his hard cock and imagining what you're doing or what he wants you to do to him. He wants to be the one fingerfucking you, getting you sensitive and spread out enough for his cock to slide in without problem. And fuck, what would your mouth feel like on his dick? Way better then his hand or any toy he has. His cock pulses in his hand, his hips fucking frantically into his hand, wanting to taste your cunt, to come inside you and see his cum spilling out, and doing so until you can't even say his name anymore. Hopefully this would be a reality some day, but the next meeting is awkward as he's sure you could hear him too.

MASTURBATE WITH YOU - Diluc, Ayato, Pantalone, Tighnari, Zhongli

There's no way that he will do this alone. He lets you know that he hears you and no he doesn't want you to stop, his cock is damn fucking hard because of the things he heard and he needs to get rid of his boner. Based on the things he's heard he is pretty sure you'd love to help him out. He gets on his knees, fisting his cock in his hand, his forehead leaned against the wall, able to imagine you in the same position, your hand working between your legs as you exchange dirty talk, and all your sex dreams and positions you'd love to fuck in. By the end his wall and bed are a mess with his cum but it's a small price to pay for confessing to the girl of his dreams.

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mistle10 · 24 days

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y...yes, sir! anything you say, sir! || bori's 1k special - part 1

➳ pairings: al haitham, ayato, baizhu, childe, cyno (separate) x subordinate afab!reader ➳ part 2 with diluc, heizou, tighnari, venti, and zhongli coming soon! ➳ cw: not proofread, a bit of power play (duh... they're your boss), oral (m and f!receiving), dry humping (on a shoe lol and mattress), exhibitionism, deep throating, swallowing, face fucking, dumbification, mentions of impregnation (ayato), marking, mentions of tying up hands, overstimulation, unprotected, aphrodisiac (baizhu), kinda dubcon, fingering, you're a cicin mage in childe's blurb, mention of marriage in ayato's, lmk if i've missed any...!

➳ synopsis: what would happen to you as their subordinate...?

al haitham x secretary afab!reader

you’ve met al haitham several times before… the whole mess all the sages have gotten themselves into. it was only natural, being the grand sage’s secretary and all, you would often deliver documents and knowledge capsules between the two of them. you never really thought too much of the man and neither did he think anything of you. sure, he was, well, younger than some of your colleagues, a vision holder, and… undeniably attractive.

maybe that’s why you’ve found yourself in this position. underneath the grand sage’s desk with a mouthful of the acting grand sage’s dick. you cannot believe the amount of control this man has talking to a matra with a straight face and unwavering voice despite being balls deep into your throat. not to mention, he keeps fucking his shoe against your clothed cunt and you’re absolutely sure that both his shoe and your panties are drenched at this point. you moan on his cock, the vibrations seemingly doing something for him as you hear his voice audibly hitch and his hand fly immediately for your hair, tugging at it as if to warn you.

it wasn’t your fault, it really wasn’t. if he would just stop using his shoe on you, order the matra to leave, and finally fuck you on his desk, you both wouldn’t be in this predicament. you’re almost led to believe that maybe he likes the idea of being caught, but then it dawns on you that he just actually likes seeing you anxious. this asshole only likes seeing you in this predicament, because he couldn’t care less about what others think about him. caution to the wind, you guess, and gulp down another whine, swallowing and stretching your throat out to make room for him even deeper as he digs the tip of his stiff sole against your clit.

you’re so close and you can feel that al haitham is too. with the way his dick is twitching in your mouth, you decide to speed up your ministrations and apparently so has al haitham. you tune in a bit, noticing that their conversation is about to end as he hits a certain spot, noticing you falter and begins to abuse it. it’s becoming harder and harder to stay quiet with how his shoe works itself so well against your cunt, your slick aiding in the feeling. you’re about to pull out to cover your mouth when you hear the door click shut as al haitham pushes your head, your nose hitting his abdomen with ropes of his cum sticking to your throat. you’re shaking at the feeling—at the fact that him using you like a fucking sleeve made that coil snap and you spill your essence all over his shoe.

he yanks you up from your knees before the cogs in your brain could generate another thought, forcing your mouth open by pushing down your tongue with his thumb, making sure you’ve swallowed every last drop.

“you’re a competent secretary, by the way. i can see why you were kept around—your services are much needed everyday in my office.”

kamisato ayato x retainer afab!reader

you grew up with the kamisatos, your family serving them as their retainers. your parents served the former heads while you were taught from a young age to serve their heirs. when the former kamisato heads had passed, your parents began to serve ayato, until he had dismissed them—told them they should retire and enjoy themselves—something he had wished his parents had the chance to do as well. and so you inevitably became his personal retainer again. not that you were complaining, no, but it was different from when the two of you were children. things like helping him bathe, get dressed, and aiding him at the crack of dawn—it just wasn’t the same anymore.

especially considering that tending to his nightly duties included him being balls deep inside of you. face down, ass up, your kimono disheveled and almost in tatters, ayato muttering something about how he’ll buy you a new one, one that he’ll personally pick out—to him, it’ll be a sign of ownership. he kept his focus on plowing into you, gripping your hips so hard every night that you’re afraid you might find indents of his fingers one day, your insides already having molded to the shape of his dick.

you’re biting his sheets, trying so hard to not make a noise when he pulls out, maneuvering you over onto your back. he slips a thumb into your mouth as you suckle on it, much to his enjoyment, as he tells you to not muffle yourself. he pushes his length back inside, bottoming out when he caresses his hand over the bulge, admiring the sight and drags his hand back to your hips (where it belongs) and begins thrusting yet once again. you’re full on moaning now, relishing in the way ayato hits every place that makes your eyes roll back with his fingers playing with your clit, making the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter with every thrust.

when your orgasm hits, your hands fly to your face in embarrassment, blocking out any sounds leaving your mouth and covering yourself so ayato doesn’t see what a blushing mess you are. he tsks to himself, one that you can hear, but quickly throws whatever thought he had away, replacing it with the idea that he has all night to rid of those hands that’s hiding your beauty from him. perhaps maybe with your obi, or maybe a bright, red rope? how about both? what other sounds will he be able to hear tonight, what cries will he be able to coax out of you, he wonders, melodies that he can’t wait to hear.

his cock twitches inside of you at his own imagination. he leans down, his body almost flush against yours as he kisses your temple, placing a hand on the top of your head as his thrusts suddenly increase in speed, signaling him close to release. you’re whining at the overwhelming sensation, biting into his shoulder to help muffle your moans when ayato stills, pushing himself as deep as he can reach as he cums inside, his warmth filling you up.

“if this sticks, maybe this will give you a reason to finally marry me.”

baizhu x assistant afab!reader

you’ve been baizhu’s helper since he saved your life a few years ago. he had found you battered up and injured when he was visiting qingce village. it was only after he took you back to bubu pharmacy to take care of you, a complete stranger, were you able to recover. you didn’t know how else to pay him back, nor did you really have anywhere else better to go, so you asked for him to take you in, and he obliged, greatly appreciating the help. he especially appreciates your help in aiding him develop a new medicine.

one that involves his hand in your underwear. he coated the “medicine” on his tips of his fingers before shoving it down your pants, caressing it against your clit, massaging the substance in your insides. he pushes a finger to your entrance slowly, coaxing it in as it begins to make you tingle, your body heating up. you’re starting to get needy, grabbing at baizhu’s wrist when he keeps going agonizingly slow, and to your surprise, he lightly pushes your hand off. he says you have to be patient, that he’s making sure you’re properly absorbing the medicine, that he doesn’t want to hurt you, telling you all of this with a grin, not showing any hint of concern.

he finally pushes in a second finger, making you cum instantly around his fingers to his delight. it’s working beautifully on you, perhaps a little too well when you grab the hem of his jacket as he’s about to pull away, asking for more. he wasn’t actually going to stop, it’s not like he went in this purely for research purposes, but the way your cheeks are flushed, beads of sweat dripping down into the crevices of your shirt, the rise and fall of your chest from him riling you up—it’s enticing. he’ll just have to make a mental note for later and tend to you now, after all, it’d be cruel of him to leave you like this when you’re asking so nicely, right?

he tells to come to the edge of the bed, enough so that your ass is almost hanging off as he peels off your underwear, watching how it clings to your messy cunt, sticky with your cum and slick. he wets his lips in anticipation, wondering how well your essence has soaked up the aphrodisiac as he licks a stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste. he can already feel it getting to him as well, the residue or whatever was left on you, he figures, is still doing its job. either from the high of knowing how effective his medicine is or the effects really kicking in, he starts to eat you out with fervor, lapping up everything you have to give him, the noise so obscene that they bounce off the walls of his room.

you don’t have the time to feel ashamed by how loud it is, your hands going to tug on his hair as he grunts in response, the vibration of it ripples against you making you moan. he focuses his tongue on your clit, licking and suckling the tiny bud as he shoves two fingers into you, saying something about how you’re still tight even after an orgasm and his drug combined. he’s rutting himself against the mattress of his bed, his clothed cock desperate for any sort of friction as he feels you tightening up around his fingers for a second time tonight.

he curls his fingers, thrusting them in and out as he watches you unravel on his tongue, the sight one to behold. he gently fucks you on his fingers through your orgasm as he cums against his tight pants, slurping up your release as he stands up, unzipping himself to reveal his still hard length.

“there are still more tests to run, i’m afraid, before i can put this medicine on… our shelves, you see.”

childe x cicin mage afab!reader

you, a regular cicin mage, have been assigned to work closely under the 11th harbinger, tartaglia, your immediate response being nothing but a simple “fuck.” you’ve met the harbinger before and you immediately didn’t know how to feel about him. he was so… odd? so… kind? compared to the other harbingers at least, and on the contrary you actually felt the need to be even more wary with him. your first couple months working under him were quite fine. in fact, he was a great boss, he was kind and understanding and after a bit, you’ve completely adapted to being by his side.

that is until he drags you to a harbinger meeting, forcing you to sit next to him as he places a hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. he’s stroking the soft flesh, his pinky occasionally brushing over your clit, covered by your leotard. you’re lucky that the other harbingers can’t see what’s going on, though, they seemed to not care for your existence and presence at the meeting anyways. you try to brave up, attempting to push his hand away when he doesn’t relent, completely ignoring any signals you’ve been giving him, participating in the meeting as if he’s absolutely unfazed.

he goes from being subtle to shameless rubbing the nub, not hiding his intentions whatsoever, especially when he pushes your leotard to the side, playing with you skin to skin. your hands cover your mouth, not caring about what the other harbingers might think at this point when tartaglia dips a finger inside your entrance, slowly coaxing it in as he watches your expression, choosing to put in a second. the stretch is divine, two of his fingers already proving to be larger and deft, feeling better than whatever you might be able to do to yourself, and you’re confused. how is he touching you so skillfully? as if he’s already familiar with your walls and every crevice, curling the tips of his fingers to hit your favorite spot with every thrust.

you’re unaware of the obscene noises the two of you have been making, painfully unaware of how the jester has already brought this meeting to an end, some of the harbingers completely ignoring you both as they exit, others shaking their heads in disgust. you’re resting your head against your arms on the table, trying your best to hold in your moans despite having no reason to do so at this point while tartaglia gets more bold with his movements, ripping your leotard for better access and movement.

the squelching sounds and your heavy breaths bounce around the walls of the wide hall, ricocheting back towards you, only adding to your nearing release. tartaglia can feel the way you’re tightening around his fingers, fastening his ministrations until you cum. he groans at your pussy convulsing against him, the bulge in his pants growing larger and larger as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“darling, i think you’re gonna have to… work overtime tonight, am i clear?”

cyno x matra afab!reader

you’ve never really been a good subordinate, always skipping out on meetings as you deem them unnecessary, opting out on drinking with your colleagues, never listening to cyno. it’s not like you can help it, honestly. you have your own way of doing things and you still manage to get the job done regardless, so is there really any harm to your methods? technically no, and cyno has yet to really do anything substantial that could threaten your position, so you decide to test his patience.

his patience that apparently isn’t limitless, you’ve figured out. by…well, you know, the way he’s fucking you against the shelves in the house of daena. he’s keeping you captive, trapping your body with his as it takes all of your willpower and concentration to not make any noise—to not attract any attention towards you both. his chest is flush against yours, his cock fully submerged within you as you grip the shelf for some sort of purchase with one hand, the other desperately covering your mouth.

you can feel his breath, hear every groan that escapes his lips right next to your ear, the sensation only turning you on even further as his hand finds its way underneath your shirt, choosing to play with your nipple. he gives a particularly sharp thrust, as if he’s trying to elicit some sort of noise from you, saying something about how he’s been needing a reason to punish you, about he’s been waiting for this “opportunity” for a long time. his words are lost on you, could you not comprehend simple sentences anymore or was he spouting pure nonsense? you’re not sure, your head foggy from how slow he’s going, how he would suddenly snap his hips against yours, how sometimes he’d suckle on the nape of your neck or bite your shoulder, the figure eights on your clit, everything is driving you absolutely insane.

the general mahamatra, someone you figured whose sex drive was nonexistent, is throwing you for a loop today. someone who is more well endowed than you would’ve imagined, someone who’s filling you up oh so perfectly, the head of his dick kissing your cervix in ways that makes stars float right before your eyes.

at this point you’re tempted to place both of his hands on your hips, to urge him to fuck you right then and there in the house of daena, and you do, but all he does is grip your hips tightly, not budging an inch as he smirks against your shoulder.

“this is a punishment, remember? have i fucked you so stupid already that you’ve forgotten?”

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Size difference

"Bet yours don't feel as good as mine"

various characters x fem!Reader smut

Fandoms: Genshin - Honkai Starrail - Jujutsu Kaisen - Blue Lock

Content warning: sexual content obviously/fem bodied reader/gendered pet names/vaginal fingering/size kink/overstimulation a bit in the end

"your hands are so..." he laid on his bed with you beside him, lazily holding your hand in his. "what?" you turned your head to see his expression but his gaze was fixed on your hand.

"small" he muttered before turning on his side to look at you with a smirk. You couldn't help but blush at his words. It's not that you were exceptionally small, it's that he was really big.

"I'm not!" you retorted as you pulled your hand from his hold, turning on your side to face away from him playfully. You could hear him chuckle behind your ear as he crawled closer to you, his hand wrapping around your waist and palm resting on your tummy as he pressed your back to his chest.

"You are. How did I not see it before? You're so small, your hands are so cute compared to mine." he whispered in your ear in a breathy tone, causing you to blush. He was so close, his breath fanning against the back of your neck. His hand was resting on your tummy under your shirt with his thumb brushing back and forth on your skin.

You felt your body grow slightly warmer as he kept rubbing your thighs, your hips and tummy, whispering sweet nothings in your ear that you couldn't even concentrate on. You couldn't help but push your thighs together as his fingers trailed down between your legs. Not quite touching but just brushing on your clothed cunt with his finger pads, gaining a whimper from you.

"shhh baby, it's ok. bet you can't even reach the good places with these small fingers, can you?" he began sucking on your neck harshly, kissing on the marks that slowly appeared on your skin. You didn't bother to deny his remark as you knew he wouldn't care what you say. You both knew he was very much right.

"don't worry hon, gonna make you feel so good you scream my name for the neighbors to hear~" he chuckled as he pulled your panties down, shoving his hand between your plush thighs and slowly massaging your clit before pushing two of his long fingers inside your tight cunt. You could immediately feel the tip of his fingers press against that spongy spot inside that made your brain turn to mush. He slowly started pumping his fingers in and out of your hole, brushing against all the spots that make soft muffled moans spill from your lips even as you bite on them in embarrassment

"no pretty girl, wanna hear it all. Let go f'me yeah? Can you do that?" you nodded and he immediately changed the pace of his long slender fingers to a faster one, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

"aah...r-right th-ahhng there~ feels sooo good~" it was as if you had no control over the filthy things you blurted out to him. And oh he loved it when you were too far gone to actually hold your thoughts back. He could feel you getting close to your release as you pushed your thighs together to get more friction. He collected some of you slick with his thumb and started drawing fast circles on your clit that made your toes curl.

"can you cum for me baby? Yeah? Cum on my fingers, good girl~"

That was the only thing you needed as you rode off your high on his unrelenting fingers but he didn't stop. "uhhng.. It's too much, please..." you whined as you turned your head to look him in the eye but he pressed his lips on yours, slipping his tongue in your mouth playfully before pulling away.

"on my lap, baby. We're not done yet."

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mistle10 · 3 months

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I miss mandragora I hope the author is OK 😔

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mistle10 · 4 months

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Tighnari -> breeding

content: nsfw, breeding kink, praise, mentions of pregnancy and creampies, Tighnari has a knot | reblogs & comments appreciated!

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Tighnari was a gentle lover.

He was attentive and kind, always aware of what exactly you needed when you needed it; the pace with which he fucked you with was usually slow and deep. Sensual.

He liked to press his lips just below your jaw whenever he pushed into you, pressing loving kisses to your skin until he had bottomed out, and he made sure to make you cum at least once before he took you properly.

He had each of your preferences memorised perfectly; he knew whether you preferred him to lick or suck at your clit, whether you enjoyed having your nipples played with or not, and he never failed to make you absolutely lose your mind in pleasure, all your muscles turning to jelly.

Tighnari was a gentle lover, until he suddenly wasn't.

Unaware, dare you say naïve, as you were, you hadn't known about ruts, though they appeared to be quite a big deal if the way Tighnari was currently pounding into you was anything to go by.

His narrow hips slapped against your own, his nails were digging into the soft skin of your waist and you cried out sharply at a particularly hard thrust.

Your back arched off the bed, your eyes fluttered closed, and, God, you were almost sure that the head of Tighnari's dick was hitting against your cervix with how deep he was, with how full you felt.

“So good for me, aren't you?” His voice was raspy, lower than usual, and it sent a shiver up your spine. “God, you feel fucking perfect around me, so hot and tight. You're such a good girl.”

The praise earned him a needy moan from you, the noise high-pitched, and you couldn't help but clench around him. The sudden tightness caused both of you to groan.

“You're so pretty like this.” Tighnari's breath was warm against your neck; suddenly, he reached down to feather his thumb over your clit, and you whined, the noise breathy. “Gorgeous, really. And you'll be even more stunning after I've filled you up.”

Without even meaning to, you tightened around him, wet walls pulsing as heat rose to your cheeks because of words. This really wasn't something you had ever imagined but, suddenly, you found yourself unable to think of anything but him filling you, getting you pregnant.

Tighnari's chuckle had a mocking tone to it. “Oh? Seems you liked that, didn't you? Is that what you want, love?” A grunt as he pushed into you again. “For me to fill you up until you're dripping with my cum? For me to breed you?”

You whined in response, the noise utterly needy. Sweat dripped down your neck, arousal coiled heavily in your abdomen, and everything felt so damn hot — your clit was throbbing, your lips open as more high-pitched sounds fell from them. “Please—”

“So you do?” Tighnari huffed out a laugh, though his grip on your hips tightened. His next thrust had you all but keening; your sight blurred when, suddenly, your orgasm crashed over you without a warning. The constant stimulation of your clit was overwhelming. “That's cute, darling. I'll just do that then.”

Pain and pleasure mashed together into one confusing emotion as Tighnari kept fucking you through your orgasm, his pace unrelenting; you whimpered pathetically as your wet walls pulsed around his cock, all but sucking him in despite the dull ache in your abdomen.

“Please”, you eventually choked out, though forming coherent words seemed like a herculean task right now, “Please, Tighnari, fuck—, want you to knock me up, please.”

You moaned as your words made his dick twitch inside of you, and your thighs trembled when liquid warmth filled you up moments later, his dick growing in width and, oh—, the sensation of your cunt being stretched even wider was overwhelming, indescribable, and tears welled up in your eyes before you knew it.

“Ah. I forgot to tell you about the knot, didn't I?” Tighnari's smirk was cheeky, his ears twitching. You merely whimpered in response. “Just be glad for the brief break you're getting. Once it goes down, I'll take you again and again.”

Your cheeks seemed to grow impossibly more hot as he leaned down, green eyes sparkling with mirth. “After all, we want to make sure it really takes, right? We'll have to go for quite some more rounds if you really want to end up pregnant. But don't you worry, love. I'll breed you properly.”

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mistle10 · 4 months

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Gentle

Character: Scaramouche X gn!reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst

Content warnings: mentions of self harm, self harm scars

Synopsis: Scaramouche x depressed reader who self harms. Two individuals who haven't been able to deal with their issues

Word count: 1.04k

Scara often found himself tracing his thumbs over your scars. Sometimes you would wake up to it, his touch gentle around your arms. Other times, he'd just come over to hold them.

At first you were surprised. For someone so brash to be so gentle, it was so... him.

"You know you can't be repaired, right?"

He asked, a bit bluntly, violet eyes looking up into yours.

Scara's dark hair spilled over the pillow next to yours, the tip of his nose almost touching your own.

"Yes," you responded. "But I can heal."

He scoffed.

"Humans are weak. You're... fragile. Healing takes time."

He wasn't wrong. But still, his hands stayed soft, his lips featherlight against the raised, gnarled flesh.

He's gentle when he can be.

He's never told you what it's like, being broken and fixed again. You've never asked, but you can tell it isn't something he's interested in discussing.

But you can sense it; in the way he twitches if you catch him off guard, in the spider cracks that run along his palms. They run up his arms, collecting just enough dirt to be seen-- scars in their own right; until he vigorously scrubs them back to being invisible. You can see yourself in his scars.

The way he kisses your arm, the way his thumb strokes the red lines that paint them-- you understand him more than ever.

▪︎¤▪︎

"I thought I told you," Scara mumbled. "Stop staring at me, weirdo."

The sun was setting, as you settled in a new inn.

"Can't help it."

You smiled softly.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," you said, your head in his lap.

He held your forearm, his thumbs brushing up and down over the soft skin. Every bump and scar was noticeable to him.

And he hated it.

"You've got new ones." He stated, his voice flat with disapproval. You couldn't see his face past your arm, but that subtle lilt in his tone portrayed frustration more than his knotted brows ever could.

The air escaped your lungs.

"It's not like I'm hurting you." You muttered.

Scara's eyes snapped from your wrist to you. He glared down, and the look was enough to make you recoil.

"You are." He said.

It was the way he spoke, the way he was holding himself.

You deflated, eyes fluttering shut in defeat.

"Why do you care so much about my cuts?"

It seemed like you'd had this conversation countless times before.

"You can't just be repaired." His voice was sharp, more akin to the way he interacted with others than you, "So why should you damage yourself more than you need to? Why should I watch you hurt?"

Maybe it was selfish.

"Why does it bother you?" You asked, genuinely confused. "It shouldn't, should it?"

He looked down. He seemed hurt, his hands holding your arm slightly tighter. He held your arm close, closing his eyes.

"You're human. You're flesh, and blood," he spoke, his voice soft again. You felt his soft breath against your skin, before his lips made contact.

"You're resilient. Humans are resilient, but they're… fragile.” he sighed, as if he'd been holding in air for a while. He'd been holding your arm for so long that the cold of his hands was now sharing your warmth. “You have such a small lifespan, you know–”

“Don't remind me.” You retorted.

Scara frowned, his lips pressing into a thin line.

“Then why do you hurt yourself? Why spill your blood? It's not suicide. It's no permanent solution, it doesn't solve anything. I don't want you to be getting sepsis and dying. I need you.” he forced a sound, like half a laugh and cry.

Scara was no stranger to suicidal thoughts. You knew this.

He leaned over, his back slouching over you. Slender hands released your arm, coming up to hold your face.

You blinked.

A tear rolled down your cheek, and Scara crumbled.

“I need you…”

Your thumbs brushed over his palms, tracing over the spider cracks he tried to hide so often. Delicate fingers stroked up and down his arms in an action that mirrored the affection he showed you so often. He knew your pain- he knew all too well. You didn't know much about him. But you knew enough.

He's gentle with you because you're human. You're human, and you're fragile, and he loves you.

He's gentle, because you're human.

And the thought alone rips your heart out.

His lips were soft, feather light, like every kiss he'd ever given you. You knew more than anything that he could never hurt you. Like a lamb, meek and unassuming, he became something docile in your arms.

"I need you."

He breathed, his voice soft, as if he was afraid of losing you.

"I know," you said, running your hand through his hair. "I need you too. It's just…” you paused. “I don't know why I hurt myself. I just need to."

Scara's hands cupped your face, and you pulled him closer, the warmth of his chest seeping into yours. For a doll, he was so warm. You always loved that about him. For moments, you could pretend that you were both human.

Lithe arms pulled you tighter, your forms pressed together like they were meant to stay. If he could have, you'd stay glued together like this for eternity.

Breathing softly, you pressed your lips together once more. His arms tightened, as if you would disappear for good should he let go of you.

“Please…” he croaked out. The strain on his voice was unlike anything you'd heard from him. “Don't hurt yourself.”

You felt the familiar heat rise to your face, cheeks burning as tears threatened to spill.

You'd always known he was a gentle soul. But for someone –anyone– to show such care for you… why did being loved hurt so badly?

“If you need to hurt something, hurt me.” He whispered, voice barely registering.

You gasped softly, eyes widening.

"I won't." You said, the words rolling off your tongue before you could stop them. "I'll live for you. Please, don't...”

You kissed him again.

And again, and again.

You're gentle with him. Because he's fragile.

Because you're human.

You're gentle with him, because he's a doll.

#genshin impact #scara x y/n #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #scaramouche x depressed reader #genshin impact x reader

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