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Phainon x Fem Y/N Visual Smut

Loved the 3.4 story! the music, the animation scenes, and ofc Phainon 🥺

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Warning: 🐱 eating, doggy style, fingering, morning s*x, (soft aftercare included)

His first time with you

When he wants to try a new position but being careful not to be so rough

The reaction he wants to see when he fingers

Morning with Phainon

Going slow as he takes care of you

When you tell him you want more

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ꨄ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒

how does he react to you running to him for a hug?

cast: Diluc, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Wriothesley, Ifa

warnings: SFW/FLUFF, fem reader, reader gets lifted/spun around, cacucu gives reader a ride hehe, short and sweet ♡

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When your legs carry you quickly to the arms of your beloved Diluc, you’re already running with your heart pounding and a smile on your face. The redhead is locking up the Tavern, usually more than aware of his surroundings, but he’s glancing at the keys jingling in his hand - then his ears finally perk up to the sound of feet rapidly hitting the cobblestone. He jerks his head towards the commotion, fingers flexing like he’s mere seconds from drawing his claymore for battle. Only it’s you, nearly flying to him as you open your arms and yell “Diluc!” with a breathless laugh.

He barely has time to spread his own arms, but Diluc would never let you fall or even collide with his broad body in such a way that could possibly injure you, so instead he swiftly catches you at the waist with surprising grace as he chuckles your name in return, a gasp leaving your lips when his grip on your body turns into a romantic spin in the air. Your heart and body feel elated with affection as Diluc’s strong arms set you back upon the ground, but they curl around your waist to keep you pressed to his chest while you both catch your breaths.

“Now what was that about, darling?” Diluc muses, a good natured pinch to your cheek as his other hand flattens against the small of your back to keep you steady because your heart is still racing fiercely - only not from running to him, but from the way your lover looks at you. His eyes simmer like molten ruby, always leaving you a little shy from the honesty of his love for you that lies within them. He blushes when your smile widens and you curl into his embrace.

“Just….wanted to surprise you, ‘luc.” you giggle, bouncing up on your toes to kiss him. Diluc hums, thanking you with a kiss returned, and another dotted to your nose - your sweeter and more playful quirks keeping him on his toes but always making his heart pound with ardent affection for you.

You spy Alhaitham walking along the road in Sumeru City, and unsurprisingly he has his attention on a book in his hands. You chew your lip, weighing your options for a few seconds - on one hand if you run to him and leap into his arms for a hug he may startle and drop his beloved book, and might be a bit cross with you. On the other - the moment will pass soon enough and he’ll spot you, leaving your opportunity dashed. The wind suddenly ruffles his hair, and you spy your lovers lips quirk in the slightest as he reads his book, causing your heart to soar with affection just as quickly as your legs suddenly start to move when you begin to run towards the grey haired scribe. If he scolds you, you know it’ll be lighthearted and your kisses will make up for it.

But Alhaithams sharp gaze suddenly looks up and sees you - as aware as ever, and his facial expression surprisingly brings you to a near halt just as you’re about to collide with him. Your feet scramble as your chest bumps against his with a soft “oof!” before you dissolve into laughter at the way Alhaithams smile reaches his aquamarine eyes and soft, huffed laughter leaves his nostrils. His book is then tucked under his arm as his large hands move to hold you by the shoulders, and he tilts his head as he looks at you, like he’s inspecting you.

“You don’t seem to be in any danger, so why run to me? You could’ve have hurt yourself if you had tripped.” He muses with an eyebrow slightly raised.

“I was just coming to hug you, Haitham.” your voice sounds like a honeyed promise, and the idea of you in his arms for such a big display makes his face warm with a certain awkward shyness, thankful the blush on the tips of his ears is concealed by his headphones. He sighs as he pulls you against him closely, the warmth of his tight embrace and his lips on the crown of your head like a secret reserved only for you.

He mumbles against your hair as a large palm rubs up and down your spine, his heart pounding like yours not from running but from the way you always leave him feeling wanted, “then allow me to hold you properly, hm?”

You hadn’t heard from Kaveh all day, and you were feeling a bit worried about him - he had a few projects he was working on and was prone to overworking himself so you were on your way to visit him with a basket full of goodies to hopefully encourage him to rest, and lift his spirits. What you didn’t anticipate, was to see him leaving the Lambards tavern with an unopened bottle of wine and a smile on his face. He looked elated, and had a spring in his step.

You giddily waved to him, shouting a loud “Kaveh!” across the distance where he was and he instantly met your gaze, brightly smiling in mutual surprise and began to jog towards you. In your excitement your feet carried you to him swiftly as well, your basket of treats bouncing in your arms and you hoped nothing would accidentally spill out. Kaveh then opened his arms and with a loud laugh he caught your form against his, squeezing you tightly in his hold. He let out a long sigh of relief against your temple, and when your own arms curled around his lithe waist to hug him back you hummed at the spicy scent of his cologne until he pulled away just enough to smile triumphantly at you.

“I just made an amazing client. This could really turn things around for me…for us. I was actually just coming to find you to celebrate!” Kaveh beams, holding up the bottle of wine. You cup his face and bring his lips to yours for a kiss, and like a true romantic the blonde deepened it for a moment, making your legs wobble a bit. Both of your hearts were beating in a frenzied sync from running into each others arms and now being wrapped up in his arms, full of excitement and even of hope.

You had already planned to meet with him, a date with Wriothesley on the surface had you particularly excited - the cafe and then shopping, an intimate picnic to end the day. You briskly walked to your meeting point, eager to spend time with your love. You turn the corner and there in front of cafe Lutece stands your tall, broad, and handsome man who holds a few rainbow roses wrapped in paper in his grasp. Your chest fills with elation, smile going from sweet to giddy as you get closer. It’s then Wriothesley notices you and quickly angles his body towards you, his grin dissolving into a peal of laughter as he opens his arms for you to come nearer.

You giggle in anticipation when your heart tells you to run - your feet suddenly picking up on the brick beneath you as you cross the distance to the awaiting arms of the Duke. You then crash into him with arms around his neck, the delicate bouquet of flowers dropped to the ground and a squeal of delight leaving your throat when his hands catch you under your thighs and he hoists you into the air, your legs naturally going around his waist as his lips collide with yours for a searing kiss. His grip under your thighs jostles you a bit and you end up laughing against his mouth, swatting his shoulder when his palm nearly moves itself to the globe of your ass. But instead his icy blue eyes soften and he nuzzles his nose playfully against your own - daring not to put you down just yet.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, you know that?” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. You hum happily, kissing him square on the lips a second time before he gently lowers you to the ground, your knees wobbling a bit as you both chuckle at the way you have to steady yourself against him. Wriothesley scoops up the flowers from the ground and hands them to you - they’re unharmed luckily and you press them to your nose to inhale the sweet scent, smiling widely at the man before you who presses a loving kiss to your forehead.

He can’t help but pull you to him again for another quick embrace, perhaps to hide the small dusting of pink on his cheekbones when he thinks about how perfect you always feel in his arms.

The Natlan heat left you fanning yourself almost desperately, sipping the cool water in your canteen before sighing at the sweltering sun beaming down onto your skin. Cacucu squawked in annoyance, wanting to cool off as well as you and he both waited on Ifa to return for a trip to the seaside for some well needed swimming. You laughed when the round, pink saurian suddenly made a sound of excitement as he peered across the land, shouting “Ifa!” over and over as the veterinarian got closer to where you waited for him. You stood to your feet in anticipation yourself, your arm going up to wave in greeting to your lover - but as you did so, Cacucu’s talons suddenly wrapped themselves around your wrist and lifted you into the air as he flew towards Ifa.

You shriek with slight fear and surprise - knowing your friend wouldn’t drop you but you’re still a ways off the ground while Ifa runs to you as if he plans to catch you if you fall. Cacucu continues to squawk “bro!” until he’s close enough to Ifa to lower you down, and as you drop to the ground your feet catch up quickly lest you fall - your legs move into a short and clumsy sprint to close to distance.

Ifa grunts and catches you at the waist before you can stumble like a newborn fawn, both of your now intertwined bodies spinning in a slight circle then slowing to a stop.

You’re both panting and laughing lightly, Ifa pressing your slightly trembling form to his sturdy one and kisses your cheek. Cacucu promptly lands on his head, urging the man to hurry up and take him swimming. Ifa shakes his head and promises it’s almost time to go, but not before he cups your face and grins at you charmingly from beneath the brim of his hat.

“You know, you could have just waited for me.” he quips playfully, winking at the way you roll your eyes and kiss him before he can say anything else about your impromptu flight. Ifa grins against your lips and won’t say in front of his saurian companion about how you being with him like this, is as thrilling as gliding through the sky - of not more.

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Balalaika ifa 👉👈

That was so much fun to write! And I can't wait for my man to be playable (am I back into my simping era???)

Chill, dude

pairing: Ifa x reader

prompt: cuteness aggression

word count: 1.1+ words

~ The Music of the Night event ~

“Oh dear! Oh dear!”

“How can you be so adorable!?” You cry out, bouncing the small body of the peach-feathered Qucusaurus between your palms, rubbing your nose against his beak. It takes all of your will-power to be gentle, to the point you are vibrating, and buzzing, and an ugly squeal is stuck in the back of your throat. “You are the softest, you are the prettiest, you are the babiest, you are the cutest, I literally want to eat you!”

Cacucu chirps, happily bobbing to match your energetic tossing of his form within your hands’ grasp. The ball-shaped saurian flaps his wings, quite enjoying all the attention you are giving him at the moment - he loves it when you visit him and his human companion, and always basks in your peculiar kind of affection. It feels like attacking, and had it been anyone else, Cacucu would’ve already angrily pecked them whenever he could’ve reached. You, however, do all that squeezing, face-pressing into him, pretending to want to mouth at him and many more weirdly kind things with such care and a ton of compliments, that the saurian can’t help but preen.

“Wow, bro! You a real one, bro! I like you, bro!”

“Aaawwwwmhmheheenamwahmwahmwah!”

The sounds of smooching join the bird twittering, making the lounge room in the veterinarian’s house even more vibrant than before. The Qucusaurus just accepts his fate to be smothered, even if not really kissed, falling backwards against your palms and tucking his legs close to his body. 

“I could honestly eat you! Why snack-shaped if not edible?? Oh! Oh! Or I could put you in my pocket and bring you everywhere with m-”

“Chill, dude.”

You abruptly shut up, staring down at the quite content feathered baby in your hands. The saurian only blinks up at you and then turns his head towards the room’s entrance. You follow his example.

There, leaning on the doorframe, with arms crossed and the signature hat pushed off to rest on his back, stands Ifa. A knowing smile appears on his chapped lips, when he takes in the scene before him, looking from you to Cacucu and back.

Meanwhile you are staring at him incredulously, eyes slightly widened and mouth ajar. What did he just say?

“...did you just call me dude?”

“No way, bro!” The saurian seems to be on your side, jumping up on his feet and taking off in the air above your palms. This little show of support makes you feel justified, and now you are crossing your own arms, huffing in displeasure.

“Ifa, really? Me? Your partner? The love of your life?”

The white-haired male raises his brow, the corner of his mouth lifts too. His laid-off attitude is accentuated even more with the way he tilts his head and crosses one leg, still supporting the wall with his shoulder. Moreso there is a challenging look now in his eyes, boring into you with charming curiosity. Damn your lover for looking so effortlessly sexy!

But wait. You can totally make it his problem and also get your revenge.

Sure, pouring all your hardly-concealed love and adoration on Cacucu was nice and all, but there are still limits set by his small and fragile body. With a tall, toned man, however, you can stop holding back and even tackle him to the ground if you wanted to!

Oh-ho-ho, now you have a real case of cuteness aggression.

You quickly exchange looks with your soon-to-become partner-in-crime and need but a second to see that he is in complete agreement with you.

“Cacucu, get him.”

“Woah, woah, wait-”

Ifa bolts into the room obliquely when you jump towards him with the Qucusaurus swooping down from air. Grabbing the doorframe, you turn sharply, quickly locating your boyfriend, who’s just hopped over the backrest of the sofa and is now staring at you from behind the impromptu barricade.

“When I catch you, Ifa,” you threaten him, and your fingers twitch. You must squeeze this man.

“Okay, alright, babe, I was wrong,” the man puts one hand in front of him in a conciliatory gesture and uses the other to put the hat back on his head, simultaneously dodging his saurian companion’s aerial attacks.

“Too late, bro,” you grin rapaciously, slowly inching towards the two, and, once the vet is distracted, throw yourself at him full force, making you both fall onto the sofa, with him underneath you.

“Too late, bro, too late, bro!” Cacucu cheerfully repeats, flapping his wings above you.

The man squeezes his eyes shut from the impact his back makes with the cushions, and his arm instinctively flies to wrap around your waist. That’s his first mistake, because his embrace provokes the surge of affection on your part, and you wiggle your arms under his back. The air is knocked out of the man, when your hold tightens.

His second mistake is being hot once disheveled, with the hat falling over his forehead and the shirt opening wider due to two buttons undone, and you don’t deny yourself desire to latch onto his skin.

Ifa groans when he feels your teeth ghosting over his collarbones, lifting his free hand to adjust his hat and finally popping one eye open. His cheeks puff with air from held back laughter, when he sees how you rub your nose between his pecs with funny noises, mumbling something about wanting to bite him. He gasps when you indeed lightly bite him.

“Babe, chill, it’s still early in the afternoon.”

“It’s never too early to bother your boyfriend,” you snicker into his chest, scratching the small of his back with your nails, close to the sides. The man jolts and throws his head back with a sharp intake of breath.

“Archons, you are a menace.”

You hum happily and decide to have mercy, wiggling both arms from under his body. In a few seconds you are already straddling his thighs, reaching for his hat and taking it off. Cacucu, about whom you almost forgot, swoops down, latching his claws onto the brim, and zooms out of the room.

“Welp, good luck to me getting it back, I guess,” Ifa laughs, settling his palms on your hips, drawing circles with his thumbs. His gaze is warm when he looks up at you, and an eye-crinkling smile graces his handsome features.

“You’ll manage,” rolling your eyes, you cup his cheeks and bring your face closer, bumping your nose against his. “Besides… I like it when you are hatless. It means I can do… this!”

Somehow your fingers are in his hair already and you start messing with light mint locks, peppering his face with kisses.

And Ifa?

Ifa turns into a puddle underneath you.

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Nights Like This | Archer x Reader

Author Note: It has come to my attention that there is a lack of Archer love from Fate Stay/Night: Unlimited Blade Works. Imma fix that, please enjoy😙

Summary: Your childhood friend Rin Tohsaka had decided to stay the night at Shirou's again, leaving you and her servant, Archer, alone.

Genre: Smut, fluff, slight angst (playful)

Word Count: 6.1k

The Tohsaka mansion stood silent under the star-drenched summer sky, its silhouette etched in sharp contrast against the pale glow of the crescent moon. The cicadas' rhythmic hum filled the air, blending with the occasional rustle of leaves in the warm, restless breeze.

You sat cross-legged on a plush velvet sofa in the study, the mansion's only occupant tonight. The antique clock on the mantle ticked in deliberate defiance of time's passage, the sound growing louder as the night deepened. You weren’t expecting any disturbances tonight—until the faintest knock echoed through the air, reverberating down the empty hallways like a whispered dare. Your eyes flicked up from your book to meet a tall figure leaning against the door frame—arms crossed.

'Hello, Archer,' you say closing the book and placing it on the mahogany desk. 'I thought you and Rin were on another midnight escapade.' The archer servant scoffed.

'No. I'm on babysitting duty tonight while Rin frolics around with her boy toy.' The corner of your mouth twitched in amusement as you leaned back into the sofa, crossing your arms to mirror his stance.

'Babysitting? I didn’t realise I needed a chaperone.' Archer rolled his eyes, his grey gaze scanning the room with practised indifference. 'Hardly. I'm here to ensure this oversized house doesn't burn down while you're... distracted.' His tone dripped with sarcasm, though there was a flicker of genuine concern buried beneath the layers of his usual aloofness.

'How thoughtful of you,' you replied, your voice laced with mock sincerity. 'But I can manage a quiet night of solitude without burning anything down.' He pushed off the doorframe and strode further into the study, his footsteps silent against the plush red carpet.

'Solitude, maybe. Quiet? That depends. You’re alone in this place, and it’s summer at a time when all manner of creatures crawl out of the shadows. Let’s just say I’ve seen enough to know better than to leave you to your own devices.' You tilted your head, studying his expression. Despite his words, Archer’s eyes carried that familiar glint of challenge, as though daring you to refute him.

'Is that your roundabout way of saying you're bored and decided to crash here?" you teased, gesturing for him to take the seat opposite you. Archer hesitated, as though debating whether to dignify your remark with a response. Finally, he sighed and settled into the high-backed chair with the air of someone who owned the place.

'If I were bored, I’d at least have the decency to admit it. This,' he gestured vaguely to the room, 'is an obligation. And perhaps a touch of pity for you, sitting here with nothing but dusty books for company.' You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at your lips. "How considerate. Tell me, Archer, do you always treat your babysitting assignments with this much charm?"

'Only when they’re particularly helpless,' he shot back, his smirk deepening. The banter filled the room like a spark lighting a dim flame, warming the solitude you’d expected to endure tonight. Archer, for all his exasperating wit, had a way of making even the quietest summer nights feel alive with unspoken possibilities.

'I may not be a mage but I most certainly can handle myself.' I puffed out my chest and the grey-haired man scoffed. Archer leaned back in the chair, arms draped over the armrests with the kind of arrogance only he could pull off.

'Oh, really?' he drawled, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. 'Because sitting here surrounded by dusty tomes screams 'capable.' Should I fetch you a sword, or will you fend off intruders with your wit?' You shot him a glare, determined not to rise to his bait.

'I don’t need a sword or magic to defend myself,' you retorted, puffing your chest out just a little more for effect. 'I’m perfectly capable of handling whatever comes my way, thank you very much.' His scoff was almost theatrical.

'I’m sure. Let me guess—you’ll bore your enemies into submission with that speech of yours?' You picked up the nearest object, the leather-bound book from the mahogany desk, and aimed it at him without a second thought. It sailed across the room, but in a blur of motion, Archer caught it mid-air with a single hand.

'Nice try,' he said, smirking as he turned the book over, inspecting its cover. 'At least you’re resourceful. I’ll give you that much.' You crossed your arms, annoyed but secretly impressed by his reflexes.

'See? That’s proof enough I’m not entirely defenceless.' Archer leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and regarding you with a raised brow.

'Let me paint a picture for you. A servant breaks through the barrier outside; storms the mansion, and launches a weapon at you. What’s your move?'

'I…' You faltered for a split second but quickly recovered. 'I’d dodge, obviously.'

'And then what? Throw another book at them?'

Your lips pressed into a thin line as you stared at him. His smirk widened as he leaned back, clearly enjoying himself.

'You’re insufferable, you know that?'

'Perhaps,' he said, tossing the book back to you with surprising accuracy. 'But if I’m insufferable, you’re predictable. That’s why I’m here—to make sure no one takes advantage of your charming overconfidence while Rin’s away.'

You clutched the book, your grip tightening as you fought back a retort. Archer wasn’t wrong—not entirely, anyway—but there was no way you were going to admit it.

'Fine,' you said after a long pause, 'but only because I can tolerate the company.'

He smirked again, his crimson eyes softening ever so slightly. 'Glad to be of service.' Suddenly, Archer's face dropped and he groaned.

'What's wrong?' You tilt your head, your earrings tapping underneath your ears at the motion.

'Rin has requested I pack her an overnight bag and bring it to Shiro's residence...she forgot to bring anything to change in.' He sighed and rubbed his temple. He gets up off the sofa and heads into Rin's room, you trail after him. You lean in the door frame watching him hold a bag and search in her draws. An amused smile graces your lips as he opens her undergarment draw. Archer froze for a fraction of a second, his fingers hovering over the edge of Rin's neatly arranged undergarments. His eyes darted toward you, narrowing slightly as he caught sight of your amused expression.

'Don’t even start,' he said flatly, his voice carrying a warning edge that only made your grin widen.

'I wasn’t going to say anything,' you replied, feigning innocence as you leaned casually against the doorframe. 'Though, I didn’t peg you as the type to rifle through a lady’s… unmentionables.' Archer sighed, muttering something under his breath about how this wasn’t part of his job description. He pinched the bridge of his nose before grabbing what looked like a plain, practical set and tossing it into the bag with the precision of someone trying to pretend this was all very routine.

'Careful,' you teased, folding your arms. 'Wouldn’t want to pick the wrong ones. Rin might get upset.'

He shot you a look, his smirk returning. 'And here I thought you’d appreciate the effort I’m putting into this ‘babysitting’ duty.'

'Oh, I do,' you quipped, watching as he moved on to the wardrobe to pull out pyjamas and her usual clothing. 'In fact, I think Rin owes you big time for this. Maybe you should negotiate a better contract next time.'

'Noted,' Archer replied dryly, stuffing the rest of the items into the bag. He slung it over his shoulder with a practised ease and turned toward you. 'Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to play errand boy for the evening.'

You couldn’t resist one last jab. 'Well, don’t let Shirou catch you snooping in Rin’s drawers, or he might challenge you to a duel or something.'

Archer rolled his eyes but couldn’t entirely suppress the twitch of a smirk. 'I’ll keep that in mind. Try not to burn the place down while I’m gone, will you?'

With that, he disappeared down the hall, leaving you alone once more in the grand, silent mansion. The cicadas’ hum resumed as the door clicked shut.

-

The hours passed in a quiet haze, the ticking of the antique clock growing more pronounced in the stillness of the house. You were half lost in your own thoughts when the familiar sound of Archer materialising into the study. You glanced up from your book, meeting his tired gaze.

'Back already?' you asked, a teasing edge to your voice. Archer grunted in response, rubbing his temple as if the night had aged him by a few decades.

'Yes, unfortunately.' His tone was drained of the usual snark, but there was still a faint edge of humour lurking beneath the exhaustion. You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued.

'What happened? Did Shirou decide to make it a challenge?'

'Hardly.' Archer dropped into the chair across from you, slumping with a sigh. You sat in silence for a moment, watching Archer’s weary expression soften as he let the weight of the night settle over him. It was rare to see him this worn out, and though you enjoyed the banter, it was clear he wasn’t quite himself. You had changed into your pyjamas; soft silk pink shorts and a baby pink cotton tank top with a little bow adorning the centre of the neckline lined with white lace.

'Hey, Archer, can I ask you something?' You closed your book and shifted your body to face him. Archer opens one eye to look at you.

'What?' He gruffs and you look down at the coushins of the sofa, avoiding eye contact.

'Do...Do servants have the same desires as humans?' You asked, a vague question indeed. He opened both his eyes and looked at you.

'You'll have to be more specific,' he hums.

'Do you...do you feel, you know, attraction?' The air between you grew still, the hum of the night outside suddenly distant. Archer’s gaze was sharp, probing, as though he hadn’t quite expected that question. For a moment, his usual confidence faltered, replaced with something unreadable in his eyes. You shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, your fingers nervously tracing the lace trim of your top. The question had slipped out before you could stop it, and now, you regretted the awkwardness that settled between you. Archer sat up a little straighter, his usual teasing smirk absent for once. His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, as if weighing his words.

'You’re asking if I can feel... desire, like a human,' he said, slowly and deliberately, as if testing the very idea. 'I suppose that depends on what you mean by 'feel.' As a servant, I don't experience the same emotions that humans do. At least, not in the way you might expect.' You frowned, confused by his answer.

'So, it’s... a no, then?'

'Not exactly.' Archer’s voice softened, a flicker of something deeper in his tone. 'It's not that I can't experience attraction, but it’s more complicated. There’s a certain... detachment to my existence. Emotions, desires, they’re not something I chase, nor are they something I dwell on. I’m bound by a different purpose, one that doesn’t really leave room for things like 'falling in love.'' His words hung in the air, heavier than you anticipated. Despite his composed exterior, there was a subtle weariness to his voice, a touch of something unspoken beneath the surface.

'But you can still feel it, right?' you pressed, still unsure of where this conversation was going. 'It’s not completely gone, is it?'

Archer’s gaze softened, and for a brief moment, he almost looked... human. Not the servant or the hero or the idealised warrior, but just a man who had once known what it was like to live with those emotions. 'I suppose that’s a matter of perspective,' he said quietly, almost thoughtfully. 'Feelings can be buried, but they’re never completely gone. They just... change.' You swallowed, suddenly aware of how personal this conversation had become. The silence stretched between you both, the weight of his words sinking in.

'Do you regret it?' You asked, the question slipping out before you could stop it. Archer's expression hardened slightly, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes.

'Regret is a human luxury,' he replied softly. 'I live with the consequences of my actions, but I don’t have the luxury of dwelling on what could have been.' You nodded slowly, understanding the hint of pain behind his words. For all his detached nature, there was still a part of him that had known love, desire, perhaps even loss. The silence between you both stretched on, neither of you quite knowing how to break it.

'Do you feel sexual desire?' You asked, inching closer to him. Archer’s eyes narrowed slightly as the directness of your question hit him. His posture stiffened, and for a moment, it was clear he wasn’t sure how to respond to such an inquiry. The atmosphere in the room shifted, the playful tension gone, replaced by something more serious.

'That's... a very blunt way to put it,' he muttered, his voice low, as if considering his answer carefully. 'But yes, I am capable of it. It's a part of being human... or at least, having been human at one point. But whether or not I feel it in the way you mean is another matter entirely.' You could tell by his tone that he was measuring his words, choosing carefully how to explain something so personal, yet so difficult to articulate. There was a certain distance to his words, as if trying to prevent the conversation from becoming too intimate.

'Why do you ask?' Archer's gaze flicked to you, his crimson eyes catching the soft light from the nearby lamp, assessing. 'Curiosity... or something more?' He leaned back in his chair slightly, waiting for your answer, as though he could sense the shift in the dynamic between you two.

'As a human, you are very pleasing to look at, your personality is insufferable- but I am a believer of speaking when something is on my mind,' your tone taking a sharp edge. Archer’s lips curled into a small, knowing smirk, though his eyes remained steady, unreadable.

'I can tell,' he replied, his voice laced with a hint of amusement despite the tension building between you. 'You’ve always been... direct.' You felt a flush of heat rise to your cheeks, a mix of irritation and something else—something you couldn’t quite pinpoint. His calm response only fueled the sharp edge in your tone as you leaned in just a little closer.

'I’m just being honest,' you continued, voice quieter now, more deliberate. 'You’re insufferable, but that doesn’t mean I can’t admit when someone has... certain qualities.' Archer studied you for a moment, his expression almost imperceptibly softening, though he didn’t break his usual guarded demeanor.

'And what qualities might those be?' he asked, his voice now more cautious as if sensing the deeper layers of the conversation beneath your words.

'Physical,' you said, eyes briefly flicking to him and then away. 'The way you carry yourself. The confidence, even when you’re being unbearable.' There was no denying the bluntness of your words, but at least now, you had his full attention. Archer’s gaze held steady, his lips twitching as if he were about to respond, but the words seemed to elude him. He glanced away for a moment, though you could see the subtle shift in his expression, as if trying to process what you had said.

'You’re strange,' he finally said, his voice quiet but with an edge of something else—something more complex than the usual teasing banter. 'But I suppose that’s part of what makes you... interesting.' You weren’t sure if he was mocking you or not, but you didn’t care. The conversation had gone further than you’d expected, and yet, there was a strange comfort in the rawness of it. Even if it left both of you standing on uncertain ground. For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the tension lingering in the air, but unspoken understanding passing between you. Archer shifted slightly in his seat, his gaze locking with yours.

'So, you’re saying you like what you see?' he asked, the usual sarcasm in his voice now replaced with something less defensive. You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you simply met his gaze, your expression firm but unreadable. Finally, you gave a small shrug.

'Maybe,' you said softly. 'But that doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you.' Archer let out a short laugh, and for the first time in the conversation, there was a warmth to it.

'I wouldn’t expect anything less.' The air between you two shifted again, the conversation moving past its initial awkwardness, and you couldn’t help but wonder how far this unexpected honesty would take you. You inched closer to his spot on the sofa, sitting on your knees, his arm that was draped over the top of the sofa.

'It's just us here,' you whisper with a smirk on your glossed lips. Archer's gaze shifted slightly, his expression unreadable as you moved closer. The air around you both seemed to thicken, the quiet weight of the moment pressing in. His posture didn't shift, but there was a flicker of something—surprise, wariness, or maybe just the subtle awareness that this was a different side of you, one that had surfaced unexpectedly. You could feel the tension building as you leaned in a fraction more, the proximity making his usual nonchalance seem less certain. His eyes remained on you, though they seemed to be measuring the space between you, waiting for your next move.

'It's just us,' you repeated, your voice soft, almost taunting, as your lips curled into a playful, challenging smirk. The subtle hint of gloss on them caught the light, adding to the sharpness of your look. Archer let out a quiet breath, his gaze flicking to your lips before returning to your eyes.

'Careful,' he said, his tone still steady, but with the slightest edge of caution. 'You’re treading into dangerous territory.' You tilted your head, never breaking eye contact.

'Am I?' The question hung in the air, your confidence radiating. You could feel the shift in his demeanour, the tension between you both hanging on the cusp of something—unknown and maybe a little dangerous. Archer’s gaze softened slightly, though there was still a guardedness to it.

'You’re bold,' he said, his voice low. 'But you should know that doesn’t unnerve me.'

'You sure?' you whispered, inching even closer, your breath brushing against the skin of his neck. His jaw tightened, his hand subtly shifting from the back of the sofa to the seat, as if bracing himself for something—perhaps uncertain of whether to push back or lean into the moment.

'You’re playing with fire,' he murmured, though the words didn’t seem to carry their usual warning. You smiled, a faint challenge in your eyes.

'Maybe I like the heat.' For a long moment, neither of you moved, the unspoken tension building, as though both of you were testing the limits of this quiet standoff.

'But can you handle it?' Archer responds, his voice lowering an octive. The change in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, the deeper, more controlled tone carrying an intensity that felt all too close. Archer’s eyes locked onto yours, unwavering, and in that moment, the playful edge you’d been holding onto felt as fragile as glass. You could feel the air shift, the space between you narrowing with every breath. The challenge in his words wasn’t lost on you, but it only fueled the fire you’d already sparked.

'Maybe you should find out,' you replied, your voice equally low now, matching his tone. Your smirk remained, but there was a flicker of something more—something dangerous, something daring. You weren't sure what you were doing, but you were caught up in the pull of it. Archer’s gaze darkened, his jaw clenching as if he were trying to decide how far to let this go. The playful teasing, the edge of sarcasm—all of it slipped away, replaced by something more serious, more... intense. He leaned in slightly, close enough for you to feel the heat from his body. The electricity between you both buzzed, crackling with tension, leaving you caught between daring to test the limits and knowing exactly what it might cost. His presence, his confidence, wrapped around you like a challenge, and you knew in that moment that this was no longer just about words. It was something much more carnal. Archer’s hand moved faster than you anticipated, his fingers brushing against your arm with a surprising gentleness, despite the tension that thickened the air. The contact sent a ripple through you, the warmth of his skin against yours igniting something that was both familiar and unsettling. He didn’t break eye contact, his gaze steady and calculating, as if reading your every response. You hadn’t expected him to be the first to initiate, but the moment his fingers brushed your skin, something inside you shifted. His hand moved, slowly, deliberately, to rest on your waist, his thumb grazing the edge of your hip. The subtle touch was enough to make your breath hitch, a quiet pulse of heat spreading from where he touched you. His voice was low, almost a whisper as he spoke, his lips close to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

'Careful,' he murmured, but there was no longer a hint of warning in his voice, just a challenge, a promise of what might come next. For a heartbeat, neither of you moved, the weight of the moment hanging between you. Archer’s hand was firm on your waist, but it was the look in his eyes that unsettled you—the intensity of it, like he was waiting for something, testing you, all while keeping himself in check. You could feel the tension in every breath you took, the space between words more powerful than anything spoken. And yet, his touch, though restrained, felt like a silent dare. You placed your hand on his toned chest, testing the waters. Archer’s breath caught slightly as your hand rested against his chest, the subtle pressure of your palm against his toned muscles sending a jolt through him. His body was still, but the pulse under your fingers was steady, like a quiet drumbeat—an unspoken challenge. You could feel the heat radiating from him, his chest rising and falling with each breath, the faintest shift in his posture signalling that he was fully aware of the moment. The distance between you two had all but vanished now, and there was an undeniable electricity crackling in the air. His eyes flicked to your hand for just a moment before locking back onto yours, his gaze intense, studying, searching for any hint of hesitation in you. His other hand lifted your chin to make eye contact with him.

'(Y/N). I'll show you fire.' With that, Archer's lips encapsulate yours in a hungry, carnal kiss. You moan gently as he grips you harder. He pulls you into his lap and you place both hands on his chest.

'Archer, please,' you sigh, gripping his black undershirt. His nose trails up and down your neck, peppering kisses along it, gently biting at the soft skin. Your hands slide down his toned body as they stop at his crotch, a hard mass forming underneath it. The grey-haired bowman chuckles at your desperation. He undoes his pants and you slide them down as you rid yourself of your shorts.

'My, in such a hurry.' He teases and you scoff.

'Shut up.' He chuckles and your face floods with red. His hands traces your body as they make their way to your needy pussy. He slids your laced panties to the side and dips his finger tips in the wetness. He chuckles again, 'needy already?' He teased. You blush again and bit your lip.

'Just get on with it, bowman,' you huffed. He places kisses along your neck as he guides your hips over his thick, long length.

'Are you ready, girl?' He hums in your ear and you nod desperately. He pushes your hips down gently, as the inches stretch your walls you groan with pleasure.

'Ar-Archer,' you whine as you bury your face in his clothes chest. He grits his teeth as he sheths into you fully.

'Fuck,' he groans in delight. You slowly move your hips before gathering more and more enthusiasm. His skilled hand moves its way to your pearl, gently massaging it- creating unspoken amounts of pleasure. After a few minutes of passionate kisses and moans, Archer's stomach tightens. 'Ngh-' he clenches his teeth and you suck at his neck.

'Are you close? Mmh-' you moan and he nods. 'Me..me too. Archer, I' gonna cum!' You whine as you both reach your high together. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and see stars as Archer releases his seed into your pussy. You both come down from your high and the bowman gently lifts you off his lap onto the sofa. Flustered, he catches his breath. The room felt different now, the quiet after the storm settling over the two of you like a blanket, thick with unspoken words. Archer’s hand was still on your waist as he reluctantly helped you off his lap, guiding you back to the sofa. His touch lingered for a moment longer than necessary, fingers brushing against your skin in a way that sent a quiet pulse of heat through you. You both sat there for a few moments in the stillness, neither of you quite knowing what to say. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths, his usually steady demeanour faltering, the tension of the moment still hanging in the air between you.

'That was...' Archer started, his voice trailing off as he caught his breath, running a hand through his hair, clearly trying to regain some semblance of composure. His usual confidence was shaken, a rare sight for anyone who knew him.

'Yeah,' you murmured, glancing away for a moment, feeling the flush on your cheeks, still processing the rush of emotions. 'I didn't expect you to... well, to do that.' He looked at you, his gaze softening slightly, but there was still that edge of uncertainty in his eyes, as if even now he wasn't entirely sure of what had just happened between you two.

'Neither did I,' he admitted, his voice quiet, the usual teasing gone.

'Shall we get cleaned up?' You ask, tilting your head. Archer looked at you for a moment, his gaze lingering a little longer than usual, before he finally nodded. His usual self-assuredness seemed to be returning, though there was a softness in his eyes that hadn't been there before.

'Getting cleaned up sounds like a good idea,' he replied, his voice still carrying that low, steady tone. He stood up from the chair, pushing it back with a slight motion. The moment of vulnerability from before was quickly fading, replaced by the familiar sense of control, but there was still a subtle tension in the air, as if neither of you were quite sure where to go from here. You smiled faintly, already feeling a bit lighter as you moved toward the door, ready to take the next step and put some distance between the intensity of the moment.

'I’ll head to the bathroom,' you said, pausing to look over your shoulder at him. 'Meet you there?' Archer gave a small nod, his expression unreadable but his eyes flicking to you with a hint of something unspoken. 'Yeah. I’ll be there in a minute.' As you turned to head down the hall, you could hear the soft creak of the floorboards as he followed you, his presence still lingering behind you, the quiet hum of the night around you both. The air between you had changed, but the next step, whatever it was, still felt uncertain. And maybe, just maybe, that was what made it all the more intriguing. You made your way to the bathroom, the soft tap of your footsteps on the floor echoing in the hallway. The house felt unusually quiet after everything that had just passed, as though the silence was holding its breath, waiting for the next move. You could feel Archer behind you, his presence a constant, but the space between you both seemed more charged now—more aware. As you entered the bathroom and flicked on the light, you caught your reflection in the mirror. You paused for a moment, studying yourself. Your cheeks were still flushed, the lingering warmth of the moment evident in your expression. You exhaled slowly, trying to steady your thoughts, but there was no denying how your heart was still racing. The room seemed too small for the thoughts running through your mind. You heard the door creak open behind you, and Archer’s reflection appeared in the mirror. His eyes met yours, and for a brief second, neither of you spoke. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his gaze unreadable but intense. He was watching you, and in that silence, it was almost like the world outside didn’t exist.

'So,' he said, his voice breaking the quiet, soft but still carrying an edge of that cool composure he always wore. 'You really don’t hold back, do you?'

You met his gaze in the mirror, the challenge from earlier still simmering between you.

'What can I say?' You gave him a small smile, trying to keep things light, but there was an undeniable charge in the air between you two. 'I like to keep things interesting.'

Archer pushed off from the doorframe and stepped toward you, closing the distance between you both. His movements were measured, deliberate, and yet there was a hint of something more uncertain in the way he lingered, just out of reach. His eyes searched yours, a silent question hanging in the air.

'You’re a dangerous one,' he murmured, his voice low, almost a whisper.

'Maybe,; you said, tilting your head slightly. 'But then again, you’re not exactly innocent yourself.' Archer let out a breath, the barest chuckle escaping his lips as he took another step closer. The air between you seemed to crackle with unspoken words, the boundaries between teasing and something deeper becoming harder to distinguish. For a moment, neither of you moved, standing there in that shared space of tension and quiet understanding. The silence spoke volumes, but the next words, or actions, would decide just how far the night was going to go.

After a steamy shower filled with sweet nothings, soapy massages and wet kisses, the tension in the air seemed to stretch between you as you both made your way to the bedroom, the house still holding its quiet, expectant breath. The bed loomed ahead, soft and inviting, but with it came a weight—an unspoken question of where this moment would lead, of whether the night would end with you both in the same space, or if you'd part with everything left hanging in the air. Archer was the first to climb into the bed, his movements smooth and controlled, though his eyes flicked toward you, watching for any sign of hesitation. You followed him, the soft rustle of sheets filling the silence as you settled in beside him. The space between you felt both vast and intimate, and the familiar tension still hung between you, though now it was softened by the quiet of the room. Archer wore a simple, yet effortlessly stylish outfit, even in the quiet of the night. His dark, fitted t-shirt clung slightly to his toned frame, the fabric stretching just enough to highlight his broad shoulders and defined arms. His pants were loose, and comfortable, but still fitted enough to suggest the lean strength of his build. Despite the casualness of his attire, there was an unmistakable air of confidence around him, his posture relaxed, yet purposeful, as if even in sleep, his composure was never truly shaken. You both lay on your sides, facing each other. The light from the nightlight outside the window filtered through, casting soft shadows across the room. Archer’s gaze never left yours, a steady, almost searching look, as if he was trying to understand what had shifted between you two.

'Do you always do this?' Archer's voice was quieter now, almost thoughtful, the usual edge gone. 'Test the waters and then back off?'

The question caught you off guard, and for a moment, you weren't sure how to answer. You weren't used to being questioned like that, especially not when things had felt so... raw.

'I don't know,' you replied slowly, shifting a little closer. 'Maybe I'm just trying to figure out where the line is.' Your voice was softer now, as if you, too, were testing the waters, even in this moment. Archer’s gaze softened, just a fraction, as if he was seeing a different side of you now. He didn’t answer right away, letting the quiet between you both settle again. His hand found its way to your shoulder, resting there with a surprising gentleness.

'You’re complicated,' he murmured after a beat, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. You smiled, a small, knowing smile, as you met his eyes.

'I think we both are.' With that, the tension seemed to ease, if only slightly, as you both settled in, the warmth of the bed enveloping you. It was still quiet, still heavy with what had passed between you, but for the first time that night, there was a sense of calm as you both allowed the pull of sleep to settle in. The sheets between you were a thin barrier, but for now, it was enough. And as the room grew darker, you closed your eyes, the sound of his steady breathing beside you the only thing you could focus on. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, the stillness in the room felt almost suffocating. The space between you, though physically small, seemed to carry the weight of everything unspoken. The bed felt a little too large, a little too empty, and you couldn't help but shift closer to him. Slowly, you moved, your body drawn toward his warmth, the instinct to be nearer to him taking over. Archer didn’t say anything at first, but his body tensed slightly, as if uncertain of what you were doing. Then, just as slowly, he relaxed, his arm shifting to accommodate you as you nestled against his chest. The closeness felt natural, even if the moments leading up to it had been anything but. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer, the heat of his body spreading over you like a shield against the quiet of the night. You could feel the rhythm of his breath beneath your ear, steady and calm, and for the first time since everything had shifted between you, there was a sense of peace. Archer’s hand rested gently on your back, his fingers lightly tracing over your skin, almost absentmindedly. The gesture was tender, yet held an underlying sense of care that hadn’t been present before.

'Comfortable?' he murmured softly, his voice still a little rough, but no longer carrying the edge it had earlier. You nodded, pressing a little closer, the warmth between you both enough to drown out the rest of the world.

'Yeah,' you whispered back, letting the quiet moments stretch on, both of you caught in the gentle pull of the night. And in that space, in his arms, everything else seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of you. As the night settled around you both, the weight of everything that had passed seemed to dissipate, replaced by a peaceful stillness that was comforting and safe. The soft rustle of sheets and the rhythm of your breathing blended together, creating a quiet harmony between you. Archer’s arm around you felt steady, grounding, and for once, there were no unspoken words, no tension between you—just the warmth of being close. Outside, the night carried on, but within the quiet confines of the room, everything felt just right. You could feel the exhaustion of the day beginning to settle in, your eyelids heavy, your body finally allowing itself to relax. Archer’s breathing slowed, the soft rise and fall of his chest beneath you a calming lullaby. Without a word, you both drifted into the comfort of sleep, the night unfolding around you like a soft blanket, offering a promise of peace in the unspoken connection between you. The world outside continued on, but for now, in this moment, it was just the two of you, entwined in the quiet comfort of shared stillness.

And as sleep took hold, you let it, knowing that whatever came next could wait for tomorrow.

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(hsr 3.4)

I love them

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MAYBE... opera singer Rafayel got a lot of inspiration from his memories of his bride. Ohh this is such a fic material

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hsr uploaded a video in cn bilibili where phainon invited and introduce the trailblazer to his home and share tidbits of his early life then he took them to the dock and asked them to hold his cape(?) or clothes (?) (im not too sure here guys 😭) because he's going into the water to catch some fish for trailblazer. then he fell into the water with a yelp LMAO and he successfully caught them and he had to lie down in the wheat field waiting for his clothes to dry. I KID YOU NOT THERE'S SO CLOSE TO EACH OTHER???? OWNXNDKAIAIA

then phainon started to talk about his dog and he immediately noticed there's a wheat ear/grains on trailblazer's face, he asked them to close their eyes so that he could help remove it and trailblazer went close to him????? then that's it

his precious smile 🥹

here's the link if anyone wants to watch it: b23.tv/sXgvkKS

though i think you guys need cn bilibili app

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♯    LADs Men Visuals . . .

pairing ⋮ separate LADs x fem!reader     ⟢

syn ⋮ smut , mdi 18+ , imagine them spreading you wide open and fucking you here and there     ˎˊ˗

cw / tags ⋮ twt porn links obv , fingering , missionary , titplay , spanking , oral , cowgirl , humping , creampie

Caleb ⟢

- all these years and he couldn't wait, now he finally gets to shove his cock in and out your pussy after a long leave

- what he's sending you in his bathroom because he can't fuck you atm; he's so hard :/

- you asked for it; caleb tying you up and fucking your guts out

- dryhumping your childhood friend's thigh because you're so horny and needy :(

- rutting behind you against the drawers in the other room and hoping gran doesn't hear

- fingering and humiliating you in front of the mirror because his best friend is so prettyyyyy

Sylus ⟢

- straddling sylus as he massages your pretty tits

- how he has you on the couch after a long day

- sylus after beating down on his cock because he misses you so much; pls come back to him </3

- devouring your pussy like he's a starving and dying man; he hopes luke and kieran can hear the both of you through the wall

- he loves rubbing your clit as he fucks you nicely after tearing off your favorite lingerie

- you deserve getting a spanking after being so annoying and naughty to sylus

Xavier ⟢

- slow and soft missionary before bedtime because he missed you so much <3

- making him cum through his boxers because you're both too lazy and tired to take everything off

- getting too excited and having you in so many ways against the walls

- sweet morning sex because he can't get enough of you

- xav got bored and wanted to send something teasing for not giving him a goodbye kiss this morning

- he loves how squishy and soft your ass is while he has you over his lap and his finger digging inside your pussy

Rafayel ⟢

- getting spread out and whining for rafayel to breed you

- acting like an annoying brat and denying that you'll cum for him... he'll prove you wrong

- you were being mean to him earlier so now he has to be even meaner by fucking your back

- rafa loves the noises you make when he suck and teases your nipples with his tongue

- he's imagining that his sucky silicon toy is your ass :(

- guiding you kindly to take his cock in so many ways

Zayne ⟢

- zayne cumming inside his sweetheart after her desperate pleas and begging >_<

- dolled up for him after a short shift for funsies, now he has you over the armrest

- rubbing dr zayne's boner before work so he can be hard and thinking about you for the rest of the day

- breeding you in broad daylight after a long week working at the hospital ^_^

- fucking you with just his thumb after you were being a brat the whole day and sending him teasing photos at work

- car sex under the rain after a romantic date night with zayne <3

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Wriothesley x Fem Y/N Visuals

Y'all know I had to make this a GIF 😫

if these links don't work on your phone u may need to have a twitter account or use a laptop/computer.

Warning: handcuffs, whimpering, spanking, size kink

You're under arrest

Feeling how big he is

Overstimulating you till you're a mess

Arrested...again

Holding you down like this

Inside his office on his desk

Return to the Masterlist

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Phainon x Fem Y/N Visual Smut

Loved the 3.4 story! the music, the animation scenes, and ofc Phainon 🥺

if these links don't work on your phone u may need to have a twitter account or use a laptop/computer.

Warning: 🐱 eating, doggy style, fingering, morning s*x, (soft aftercare included)

His first time with you

When he wants to try a new position but being careful not to be so rough

The reaction he wants to see when he fingers

Morning with Phainon

Going slow as he takes care of you

When you tell him you want more

Return to the masterlist (HSR masterlist will be updated soon)

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₊ ⊹ TW1TTER L1NKS — Hsr ⊹♡

♡ Includes: Jiaoqui Gallagher Gepard Welt Luocha Ratio Aventurine Sunday Moze Jing Yuan Luka Boothill Argenti Sampo Dan Heng Blade Mydei Phainon

♡You must be logged in to Twitter to access these links! Ignore the captions for the line, whatever they write has nothing to do with me

♡POC friendly links includes <33

⋆☆JIAOQIU

Eating you out <3

Subby!Jiaoqiu <3

Jiaoqiu moaning <3

Ridding his cock <3

⋆☆GALLAGHER

Finger fucking you stupid <3

Making you squirt on his cock <3

Backshots <3

Sucking his fat cock <3

⋆☆GEPARD

Gepard core <3

Creampie <3

Sub! Gepard <3

This <3

⋆☆WELT

Fucking yourself back on his cock, attempting to be quiet so you don’t wake up the whole express <3

Welt core <3

Cowgirl <3

Breeding you <3

⋆☆LUOCHA

Fingering <3

Lapping at your clit <3

Fondling your tits while fucking you <3

Fondling your ass <3

⋆☆RATIO

RATIO CORE I CAN’T <3

Fucking you dumb, or dumber than you already are <3

This is a need <3

Best position to let him hit your g-spot <3

⋆☆AVENTURINE

THIS IS SO AVENTURINE GOODBYE <3

Aventurine the titty sucker <3

Aventurine getting too excited <3

Stand up sex <3

⋆☆SUNDAY

Playing with your nipples <3

Sunday core <3

Morning sex <3

Early morning breeding <3

⋆☆MOZE

Mutual masterbation <3

Moze core <3

Stand up sex <3

Fucking you in your cute outfit <3

⋆☆JING YUAN

Getting it messy with him <3

THIS SHIT, YUM <3

CRAZY BACKSHOTS <3

Sex in the kitchen <3

⋆☆LUKA

Luka core, idc <3

Fucking you hard after winning a match <3

Cuddle fuck <3

Suck his cock <3

⋆☆BOOTHILL

Backshots <3

Save a horse ride a cowboy <3

Pounding you <3

Fucking yourself on his cock <3

⋆☆ARGENTI

Argenti core <3

Gently fucking you <3

Sucking his balls while pumping his cock <3

Thumbing your clit while fucking you slowly <3

⋆☆SAMPO

Eating you out like an animal <3

THIS GIVES OFF SAMPO VIBES <3

Pounding into you <3

Size kink <3

⋆☆DAN HENG

Grinding <3

Dan Heng core <3

Whimpering every time he slides his cock to the hilt of your pussy <3

Hearing him moan softly <3

⋆☆BLADE

Nasty backshots <3

Rough sex <3

Holding you still by your shirt <3

BLADE CORE <3

⋆☆MYDEI

Size kink <3

More size kink, whoops <3

Mydei core <3

Being gentle for once <3

⋆☆PHAINON

Bouncing you up and down on his cock <3

Fingering <3

Holding you in his arms while he fucks you <3

Phainon core idc <3

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twitter links w/ hsr men

pairings. blade, jing yuan, aventurine, sunday, gepard, sampo x afab/fem! reader

warnings. NSFW no minors! please read at your own discretion, explicit/18+ smut, established relationships for most, brat taming for blade, mention of being called a whore (teasing manner) for aventurine, mentions of puppy for gepard but there's no meaning about it. aggressive sex, passionate sex, masturbation (fem.) sub! gepard for 1 twt link, fingering

a/n. i don't think i've done one for hsr yet... or genshin so maybe that'll be in the future. sorry (not sorry) guys i'm ovulating (i need them all carnally). also i think for some you need to be logged in twitter for them to work! this only has a couple of characters cause i'm a bit lazy today

blade

✧ fucking you so good from behind, "you like that don't you?"

✧ eating you out in a room just beside his colleuges room, he likes the risk and it turns on him. you feel the same way, right?

✧ teasing you for being such a brat, spanking your tight pussy and rubbing soft languid on your sensitive clit. you'll learn your lesson sooner or later.

✧ the size difference never fails to amaze him. but that's fine, he'll take his time with you.

✧ making you cum just by his slender fingers

jing yuan

✧ riding your boyfriend jing yuan

✧ fucking you in his bathroom while you're wearing his shirt. how adorable of you ♡

✧ best friend! jing yuan who fucks you right and how you deserved to be fucked. "feels good doesn't it? i know baby but you need to keep your voice down.. your mom is here.." it's quite hard to stay quiet while being pounded relentlessly, isn't it?

✧ a 5 star meal in his opinion, nothing beats your pussy.

aventurine

✧ slowly and painstakingly teasing you with his cock, oh, and you're wearing that new blindfold he bought for you!

✧ bouncing up and down on his dick, "like the whore you are"

✧ morning sex (is this based off the artwork recently posted by hoyo? yes)

✧ fingering you from behind

✧ "fuck..." aventurine loves hearing you moan

sunday

✧ "ride my face, please."

✧ passionate sex with sunday

✧ giving your boyfriend an awaited tit job ♡

✧ restricting your movement by binding you. "stop moving or i won't put it in." he says while also rubbing his hardness on your entrance.

✧ fucking you 'till you're braindead

gepard

✧ your puppy boyfriend who loves eating you out. best meal ever.

✧ breeding you just like you asked, one peak down at the messy sight gets him 10x more hard. good luck with a horny gepard

✧ milking your beloved with a vibrator

✧ teasing your poor husband with a video of your wet pussy while he's at work.

sampo

✧ your boyfriend still continuing to finger you through your orgasm. overstimulated would be an understatement.

✧ making out in your room

✧ fucking you aggressively after seeing his rival, gepard, flirt with you (?? gepard flirting??)

✧ your pleasure is his pleasure//masturbating while eating you out

a/n: me after not writing anything for a couple of weeks (i think almost a month?) :) i haven't done this in SO long. no continue reading for this since it's short. (this is a shitpost)

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i dont know if the sword theory has been brought to tumblr yet but these scenes being one after another + the death right before being turned into an object (furthermore "see you tomorrow" / new dawn)..... it really does make one wonder.

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𝐇𝐒𝐑 & 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 💌

synopsis: a set of visual twt links!

disclaimer: all VISUAL and contain highly explicit videos

a/n: make sure ur logged into twitter!

Genshin:

Alhaitham - taking his time w/you , playing with you , his favorite view

Ayato - leash , on his break , aftermath

Diluc - you’re his maid , wearing his clothes , grinding on him

Zhongli - screams zhongli , how he’d wake you up , tasting you

Tartaglia - watching a movie , bondage , fucking his cum into you

Dottore - how he fucks you , fucking your face , he loves to spank you red

Pantalone - sugar daddy , fucking you before a meeting , , helping dottore with an experiment

HSR:

Dr Ratio - 100% him , you failed an exam , relentless

Blade - rough rough rough , your pleasure is his pleasure , public

Jing Yuan - punishing you, his fingers , self explanatory

Gallagher size kink, helping eachother , midday fuck

Dan Heng - servicing you , intimate , you both can’t sleep

Boothill- fingering you from behind , cuffs , it just makes sense

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

part 2 here —->

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a man who yearns is a man who EARNS.

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╰┈➤ 𝕝&𝕕𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕟 & 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕩 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

author’s note: 🗒️ oh i’ve had so much fun writing this. <3 talk to me about the lads men 😫💞

-> xavier *ੈ✩‧₊˚ legs up in a V

xavier loves control. loves precision. he loves to humble you at times when he switches from the cutest, most adorable little snuggly bear to the hardest dom you’ve ever seen. the eyes switch, the demeanor switches, and you love it.

he has your legs pushed up in a trembling v, hands wrapped around your thighs like restraints, your cunt exposed and twitching, so sore and swollen it’s almost pulsing. he loves the way his cock digs into your velvety walls, slippery sounds of him pumping you full echoing through his apartment.

his voice is calm, low, calculated.

“don’t move, princess. i want to see everything. i want to see your face when you cum, when it’s xavier making you cum — and not lumiere.”

he’s slow with it—methodical, hitting that perfect spot every single time while he watches your body tremble beneath him like an experiment unraveling. your hands claw at the sheets, lips parted in ruined moans, and he just smirks. jealousy dripping, conceited and oh- so so horny.

“mm. there. that reaction. that’s the one i wanted.”

-> zayne *ੈ✩‧₊˚ cowgirl

zayne wants you on top. not always, but on the occasions when he wants to see you struggling to fit his thick, fat cock inside you. when he wants to reduce you from a big, baddie hunter, to his subby little angel who’s sobbing because her pussy feels too full.

he lays back with that lazy, cocky smile, hands behind his head, muscles golden and taut like he’s built to be ridden. head leaned against the headboard.

“go on, little one. show me what that pretty body’s made for.”

he watches every bounce. every grind. his hands slide up your waist, your thighs, gripping your ass as you lose rhythm and start crying from how deep he hits. he would wipe your tears tenderly, peppering sweet kisses — “look at you, so little and so cute for me like this. sometimes i wonder if this is what you’re made for.”

“hmm, already falling apart? and here i thought you were gonna ride me like a good girl.”

he pulls you down, sucks a bruise into your neck, and mutters against your ear

“don’t stop now. i’m not done watching you yet.”

-> sylus *ੈ✩‧₊˚ doggy-style

sylus doesn’t just fuck you. he hunts you from behind. it’s like your predator chasing you. his thick, girthy & veinny cock loves when your pussy tries to run away from it. swollen & desperate, how your body lurches forward when he pumps you full. his heavy balls slapping against your clit.

has you on all fours, back arched, cunt dripping, and one hand pressing your spine down harder every time you try to lift your head. sometimes he would hold your shoulder, muttering softly, “ah ah ah— don’t run away now, sweetie.” voice laced with that soft mockery that you love oh so much.

“no, stay like that. let me see everything.”

his pace is brutal. steady. punishing. he watches your ass ripple, your thighs shake, your mouth gape into the mattress like you’re trying to scream but forgot how.

“look at that. twitching already? good. you’ll remember this one.”

and when you whimper out “sy—sylus—please—”

“mm-mm, sure kitten. you want to be bred by me just say so…” and you do, so badly.

-> caleb *ੈ✩‧₊˚ prone-bone

caleb’s all about ownership. he wants you to know he owns you, he wants everyone to know he owns you, he wants your body, your soul, everything related to you to know & remember — you’re his.

he lays you flat on your stomach, legs spread just enough, hips tilted up & a pillow underneath as he sinks in deep, pinning you under his body like you’re his. and you’re meant to be pliant & take it.

“don’t move, baby. i got you.”

his arms are tight around your waist, face pressed to the back of your neck, lips brushing your ear as he fucks you in slow, aching rolls that make your clit throb against the sheets.

“feel that? how deep i am? how i’m not letting you go?”

he grinds deeper, and you sob, trembling from how much you’re taking. caleb’s not small, and both of you know that. the way your pesky cervix stops him from forcing more of him deeper, harder..

“you don’t have to do a thing, angel. just lie there and come on my cock.” and you don’t. you just lay there and watch him, feel him make you see stars.

-> rafayel *ੈ✩‧₊˚ mating press

rafayel wants to own your soul. he’s waited for you so long & his stupid lemurian instincts want you to so many times to feel satiated…

he folds you in half, presses your knees to your chest, and thrusts so deep it feels like he’s kissing your womb with every stroke. he really is, and in the back of his head if the position is called — a mating press. then he should be able to make you pregnant.

“you’re mine, cutie. say it.”

his hand is on your throat, his other pressed to your belly where he can feel himself inside you. you’re gasping, leaking, absolutely gone. “say you’re mine~” he almost sing songs, the way your pupils have dilated from the sheer pleasure in your nerves only makes him chuckle a little. oh he’s gone so far deep.

“look at how your body opens for me. like it knows who it belongs to.”

and when you start shaking—so overstimmed you’re crying? oh how can his cock not erupt and fill you up? over & over & over?

“let me fuck it deeper. let me keep you.”

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face card so hard and body so tea even the british want it