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can't help thinking about pervy!Levi finding out MC is a bigger perv than him😭 idk I find it funny lol

a/n: oh, a horny mc with no chill? I can dig it.

levi x gn!reader | nsfw | mdni | 0.7k words

cw: mutual pining, borrowing/stealing clothes, masturbation, voyeurism, scenting/cum marking, snooping, mention of sex toys, sending/receiving dirty pics and videos, jealousy/possessiveness

It's like mutual attraction, even if neither of you are aware of it at first. You catch on to Levi's little depravities easily enough, but Levi can't accept that you would fancy him enough to stoop to his level.

It almost becomes like a weird pervy competition. How far will each of you go, what risks are you willing to take?

Your actions almost mirror each other and it should be obvious to both of you what's going on, but the thrill of pushing the boundaries of decency and the hope fear you'll get caught is addictive.

It starts with small things, things that can be shrugged off as innocent mistakes: you borrow Levi's sweater and "forget" to give it back, you ask Levi for some of his drink or snack and you pop his straw or cutlery into your mouth instead of using your own.

Levi doesn't realize how noisy he can be sometimes. He whimpers or whines or moans when he's agitated or flustered, but you go to bed imagining him making those noises for other reasons.

(If you're lucky, you might even be able to record him making those yummy sounds of his – discreetly, of course.)

Sometimes Levi walks past your bedroom late at night. You listen for the familiar footfalls on the creaky stairs and when you touch yourself, the noises are loud enough to carry through the door when Levi presses his ear against it. At least Levi can pretend he was on his way to the kitchen and anything he might've heard was completely accidental.

There's no excuse for you to be lurking outside Levi's second-floor room in the middle of the night though. Most of the time, Levi's up late gaming on his PC. But if you're lucky, you can hear Levi fisting his cock and stifling his sounds when he bites his lip to try and stay quiet.

(One night he notices the shadow underneath his bedroom door and he stops - briefly - before he keeps going, and the sounds he makes are louder and more desperate than before. Later he tells himself it was just his imagination, no matter how many times he sees the same shadow darken his doorway.)

It's rare when you have the chance to visit Levi's room when he's not home, but you're determined to make good use of the limited time you have. Levi's scent is strongest in his tub, like salty ocean air and a hint of metal that reminds you of his scales. It's hard not to get riled up when it feels like you're drowning in his scent, and maybe you rut against one of his body pillows and leave a little mess behind. It's not like Levi's going to say anything about the stains he finds later anyway, right?

(If he sucks the cotton into his mouth to have a little taste of you, that's his shameful little secret.)

You snoop around on Levi's computer and find all the adult games he plays, and you're giddy to see how many characters he's made that look like you.

(There might be some stains left on his computer chair after that too, and he knows they're not his.)

You know Levi sneaks into your room when he feels especially daring, but you make it easy for him to find the treasures he looks for: a pair of your underwear conveniently left at the top of your hamper, the bedside drawer where you keep your toys and lube is open slightly so he can take a peek inside. Your thighs clench and rub together when you find fresh stains on your dirty laundry later, or when your favourite toy looks a little used. Your bedsheets smell like musk and the sea, and there are strands of dark purple-blue hair on your pillow.

But maybe appealing to Levi's sin is the best way to get his attention after all?

You pout and whine and cling to his side when other demons crowd around him or fawn over him at RAD. It doesn't feel like acting when something possessive rears its ugly head in your chest at the thought of him wanting someone else that's not you. He can sense the envy that surges through you, because of him, and he starts to look at you a bit differently.

Oops! Sorry Levi, that was meant for someone else. :)

And if all else fails, you can accidentally send him dirty pics or videos to see how long it takes for him to finally admit he wants you all to himself – as if you weren't his already.

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Hello! curious question, do you plan on continuing the "wet dream in your lap" series? because I'd love to see something with sub Dottore, although, I'll take anything, so ^_^

Wet Dream In Your Lap pt. 3 - Genshin Impact

Pairings: Dottore, Childe x reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom characters, somnophilia, clothed humping/grinding, choking (Childe), handjobs, characters are called by their real names (Zandik, Ajax)

Genre/Format: Smut; Scenarios

Author's Note: I did plan on continuing this a while ago, I couldn't think of which characters to include next though... Hope you enjoy this, anon!

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

Oftentimes you serve as a personal assistant to the second harbinger, handing him whichever tools that he calls out, cleaning up said tools and wiping down the laboratory tables, taking notes during his countless experiments. Whatever he needed, you would be there to lend a hand or two

But you were also his partner and oftentimes you had to remind Dottore that he needed to rest. How is he ever going to take accurate notes from his projects if he's delirious?

Despite your partner's many begrudging protests, the soft snoring that emanated from his position in your lap proved that this sleep was much needed. Pointy teeth peeked through Dottore's lips while his head rested on your shoulder, facing towards you with his arms snaked around your neck. Your own arms were wrapped around the doctor's waist comfortably, holding him close while he slept

Half an hour passed by before Dottore's snoring gradually faded into another sound. You had begun to drift off as well when the noise pulled you back to the waking world. It was hard to tell what exactly this new noise was, but eventually it became clear. It was a whine. Your partner was whining— and beginning to grind against you in your lap

The doctor's hips rolled against yours as a lewd — and rather loud — moan escaped from his lips, leaving you to blush and squirm underneath him, well aware that if this continued on you would get hard and slowly give in to your desires...

“Ah...y/n...y-yes, harder...” Dottore mumbled against your neck, calling out for you in his dreams, no doubt. Does this mean that his dream involved...you? Specifically, did it involve you fucking him? Your answers soon became clear when the doctor's hands unconsciously tangled in the hair near the nape of your neck, thrusting his hips more vigorously than before as he chased some feeling that the 'you' in his dreams caused

It was impossible to ignore the aching, wet feeling in between your legs now. With every sharp thrust against your lap, your dick grew harder and leaked more precum into your underwear. And clearly, your partner had the same issue; tilting your head down a bit, you noticed the growing wet spot on his pants as well. Dottore's own cock had been leaking the whole time, spilling into his underwear as they became stained with his sleepy lust

Carefully, you slid one arm in between your bodies and undid his belt buckle, slipping your hand down the front of his pants and stroking over the wet fabric. The action elicited a gutteral moan from Dottore, who began bucking his hips immediately. His sleepy mind could barely process the new sense of pleasure being administered to his stiff cock, humping your hand like a desperate puppy as you teased him

Letting one of your own needy moans slip out, you maneuvered your hand again and pushed it fully into Dottore's underwear, grabbing his drooling dick and stroking the shaft. “Yes...yes...gods yes...mmm y/n...” Came the doctor's wanton cries as you jerked him off languidly, hissing once your thumb found his slit and teased at the hole. His hips greedily chased your hand, fucking into your tight fist as more whorish sounds were breathed against your neck

“Mmm...good boy, Zandik. Such a cute whore even in your sleep.” You said, clutching the back of his shirt with your other hand. Groaning at how good his dick felt in your hand; slick and veiny and incredibly sensitive underneath your touch

Dottore's hips stuttered before stiffening while his cum painted the front of your shirt, squirting on his shirt a bit too. He always came so much, a little quirk that you found attractive and often used to tease him whenever you milked load after load out of him

After your partner settled down a little you began to squirm again. Even though he came minutes ago, he hasn't stopped humping you yet. Dottore's dick was semi-hard within your hand and making the hottest noises as he continued to fuck up into your cum-coated fist...but you hadn't cum once and it was starting to hurt...your baby's hot breath fanned against your neck with every moan and cry of your name and it was driving you fucking crazy

Surely the doctor wouldn't mind if you let go of his cock long enough to slip yours inside? He would probably love it if you used his sticky cum as lube to finger his hole before you pushed your own thick shaft inside and bounced him on your cock...

It was no secret that the eleventh harbinger, Tartaglia, had boundless stamina. It's one of the reasons why most fatuus would sweat and stammer an excuse whenever the young man asked for a sparring match. That and his terrifying strength, that is...

You were one of the few people that could keep up with that stamina, somewhat... Today just so happened to be one of those days where your match lasted long enough to wear Childe out to the point of exhaustion. Swiftly falling asleep in your lap after you suggested a rest. His eyes fluttering shut as his head laid back onto your shoulder

The comfortable silence that fell over the secluded area that you had fought in was nice after such a fierce fight. Childe's steady breathing nearly lulled you into a lovely nap as well— until a breathy moan came out of him, anyways

Quirking a brow at the unexpected noise, you stared at Childe's face as it scrunched up, opening his mouth to moan again but this time bucking his hips into the air. It was obvious what was happening; your partner was having a wet dream. Calling out your name as his hands unconsciously searched for yours, grasping at them until you helped lace your fingers together. Childe turned his head to the side, now breathing against your neck and arching his back. “Unf...y/n pleeeassee...more, harder...aah– ”

The harbinger's slutty moans caused your dick to twitch, stiffening under him as his hips wiggled and humped the air with more frequency. His hands squeezed yours tighter as he bit back a groan, thrusting upwards one more time and then stilling. A dark wet spot made itself visible in the middle of his pants; he had cum. Your partner just creamed his pants in your lap

You were forced to bite back some sound of your own at the realization, involuntarily thrusting your own hips as you searched for any friction. Childe's lewd scene had you too worked up to ignore it, so you decided to fix the problem that he has created

Trying to go slow and not wake him up, you discarded your partner's pants and boots, leaving him naked from the waist down. You freed your cock from its constraints, growling as the wet head rubbed against your underwear on the way out. The way your member nestled in between Childe's soft cheeks sent a shudder through your body— swallowing dryly, you rubbed against his hole for a minute, teasing both of you before you pushed inside

It was tight... deliciously so. The head of your dick barely fit inside, but you pushed in harder until it popped in. The stretch was what woke the harbinger up, gasping as his eyes snapped open. The burn was immediately noticeable before Childe even figured out what was happening or remembered where he was. “Ah-aah! Ouch...what is– Hey...c-comrade?” He whined, gazing up at you with those beautiful, confused eyes

“Shh, you already came...now it's my turn–” You groaned as your cock pushed farther inside, dragging along your partner's impossibly tight walls. You snaked one hand up and wrapped it around his throat, squeezing tightly and said, “You were...fuck...were grinding on me...felt really good, hah- Mmm take that fucking cock, Ajax—!! ”

He had no choice (not that he would've chosen anything other than this) except taking your fat cock as you thrust up into him, bouncing him in your lap while your heavy panting filled his ears. Childe's hands are laid over yours, digging in harshly as he accepts his situation. Whimpering like a slut while you abuse his hole repeatedly. Not that the harbinger wasn't enjoying this, of course. The dumb smile on his face was proof that he was grateful for this outcome

Tartaglia's naughty dream earned him the kind of fast-paced, desperate fucking that he always begs for. In return, his hole clenched around your dick and he let every last moan and cry fall out of his whore mouth

“Yes, yes, yes...fu-uuuck!! Yesyesyesyesyes—!! ” Childe blurted out, moving his hands down to grab your thighs, using them as leverage to bounce himself and take more of your cock. You responded by choking him even harder, growling right into his ear while your dick pressed on his prostate, which caused your partner's eyes to cross

“Gonna cum, baby? Go on, cum for me. Slut. ” You teased, squeezing the base of Childe's dick before jerking him off. The way his voice goes up an octave and his moans become broken and pathetic signals his incoming release, begging as if his life was on the line while your cock drills his pretty ass

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseyeahyeahyeahyeaaaaaahhhh—!! Fuuuuck yeeeaaahh—!! ” The harbinger cried, sinking down on your dick as it filled him completely, his own cock spraying another round of cum onto the ground as you milked him fucking dry

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imagine having diluc sit in your lap, his back to your chest. "n-ngh, please," he begged. after countless edging, he began to lose himself.

the bite on his hand started to bleed at his desperate attempts to hide his pleasure. "diluc, darling, you wouldn't want to hurt yourself, would you?" you asked, pulling his hand away. your endless torture towards his cock continued.

"p-please, [name]," you decided to bring your other hand up to his chest and start tugging on his nipples.

"please what?"

as diluc was about to reach his high once again, you pulled away. he let out a loud sob, tears rolling down his face. "please, I-let me cum," he continued, "i'll do anything." deciding it was enough, you went back to stroking his cock.

he instantly let out moans, not even trying to hide them. tilting his head, he gave you more access to his neck. experiencing what was happening, he was sure to succumb to his high soon.

instead of pulling away like the other times, you continued to pleasure him. diluc let out multiple whimpers as he came, ropes of cum shooting out. "such a good boy for me," you praised. and with one last whimper, diluc gave in to his droopiness.

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worship this love

Featuring— dainsleif, zhongli ⤀ warnings: gn!reader, religous terminology, suggestive but still sfw

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 — 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐟

your lover places a gentle kiss unto your lips— sweet and chaste— but to your dismay, he pulls away before you have the chance to deepen it into anything more. you pout in irritation. as much as you cherish being the only one to see this side of him, it wasn’t his gentleness you wanted.

“I’m not some delicate flower. you don’t have to hold back,” you say as you watch his body grow rigid, shoulders stiff as if he had stopped breathing altogether; your comment had caught him off guard. dainsleif hesitates.

“kiss me like you mean it, dain.”

your breathy, sultry tone, must have stirred something in him because you’re caught by surprise when he all but throws himself on you, knocking the air out of your lungs when his mouth comes crashing into yours with enough force that you have to take a step back just to keep your balance. for 500 years since the fall of his homeland, dainsleif has endured more than a lifetime's worth of suffering, but in your kiss he finds salvation; by the grace of your lips, he finds a temporary relief from the burden of carrying the memory of a fallen kingdom. more, he thinks, because for once he doesn’t need alcohol to numb the pain of his very existence. his kisses grow even more desperate, hungrier than ever for the taste of you. more.

the thought floods his mind as what little composure he has left in his body dissipates into the air. he pushes forward, deepening your kiss into something more impatient, greedy. and you’re just as eager; your teeth grazing his lip, pulling him closer, closer, until your back hits solid rock and you find yourself pressed between himself and a ruinous stone pillar of old mondstadt. he pulls away for a quick second, a moment of reprieve to catch his breath, before bringing his onslaught of kisses to your neck. dainsleif snakes a hand further down your body, gliding over your rear and onto the flesh underside of your thigh, lifting it up while his knee settles into its newfound place between your legs. heart palpitating, breath ragged, your fingers tangle in his hair, frantically grasping at anything in an attempt to soothe the growing warmth buzzing through your insides. it doesn’t help when the trail of sloppy kisses he’s leaving down your neck blossoms into colorful bruises littered across your skin.

dainsleif spares a glance at the looming statue of barbatos overhead; its illuminating light shining like a beacon into the heavens. he’s well aware of who he is; he’s no stranger to his past for the very curse he bears serves as a constant reminder that in the eyes of celestia, he is a sinner through and through. the khaenri’ahn lets out a soft scoff and you soon feel his breath tickle your ear in a hushed whisper,

“are you really so eager to join me in my eternal sin?”

he’s captured your lips in his again before you even get the chance to respond. for a man who so vehemently rejects the gods, dainsleif has never felt closer to the divine.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 — 𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢

he revels in the ludicrousness of it all. zhongli who’s been revered for eons as morax, as rex lapis, as a god, now finds himself entirely at your behest. your bodies are pressed close, like you were drawn together by the magnetic pull of fate. his hands trail along the curves of your body, lower and lower, but it’s not until he’s down on both knees, face leveled at your waist, do his hands finally decide to settle on your hips, his grip firm.

you look down into his amber eyes—molten gold, lustrous like ichor, immortal; the very archon of this land, who now poses as an equally respectable gentleman of liyue harbor, is on his knees before you. how absurd. but it's in the way your hands caress his face, thumbing across his ivory cheeks, your knuckles brushing along his jaw with the tenderest of touches, that he understands the depths of humanity’s devotion to the gods. guided by your touch, zhongli tilts his head up, watching you with half-lidded eyes— mesmerized, content, for he’s relinquished his divine role to live as a mortal and in your presence, he feels more human than ever.

but his eyes don’t leave your gaze when he gingerly wraps his fingers around your wrist, reluctantly leaving half his face cold, empty without the warmth of your touch. you feel his thumb press against the palm of your hand as he places a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist. he blinks, slowly; once, twice, before shifting his gaze back to you.

“I am yours in body and soul.” his voice, a deep hum, combined with the intensity of his immortal eyes sends a shiver down your spine.

he places a delicate kiss on your hip in what he considers a pious act of reverence. the gentle press of his lips sends heat blooming across your skin, as if his very touch bleeds through your clothes and onto your body. across your abdomen, his trail of kisses leaves a field of fire in its wake, flooding directly into the heat pooling in the pit of your belly. right now, he wants nothing more than to remove your silken finery, layer by layer, and kiss each bit of newly uncovered skin.

zhongli, who has loved few and lost many in the span of his long life, understands better than anyone that everything is fleeting, even this very moment. but when your hands slip into his hair, your grip growing tighter, as his kisses travel lower, he feels himself melt into the fabric of your very being.

a/n 2: i want to make out with dain so badly, officer she's down tremendous

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I need him so badly (either in me or in my team ONE WAY OR ANOTHER PLEASE!!!!)

17+ content !!! Uhhh handjob, nipple play, mention of voyeurism (i think it’s actually voyeurism yeah it’s voyeurism), cum play, overstimulation <3

Slinking up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist, your hands sliding against the bare skin on his hips, being dangerously close to his waistband. You sometimes questioned his clothing choices, but seeing how attracting his hip windows are, you never voiced it.

“Hey! What are ya doing sneaking up on me like that, you know i’ve got a weak heart!~” He whined, looking over his shoulder at you, your grin evil as you snuck your hands under the gray cloth covering his abs, staring to giggle as you ran your hands up and down, creating a reaction you knew too well.

His eyebrows furrowed, a sultry, heat-filled look in his eyes while he gnawed on his lip. You could never get enough of that look of his.

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You held your hand over his mouth, his whines muffled against your palms as he looked down on your other hand wrapping around his hips and pinching the skin there, his gasp breaking through the muffle as you traced down his V-line, your fingers slipping under the waistband of his boxers.

He rolled his eyes back and closed them, letting himself sink in the feeling of your hand wrapping around his dick, pulling it out as you slightly rubbed your index finger against the slit of his tip.

He shuddered, letting out s broken groan while you started to jerk him off, the pre-cum oozing from his tip providing as lubrication.

He hunched over, placing an arm against the alley wall and resting his head on it, watching your hand work away at him as his body twitched and shook, his voice rising despite your hand firmly pressing against his mouth.

You formed a circle with your index and thumb, adjusting it to his size.

“Thrust into it like the slut you are~”

He keened loudly at your words, his hips stuttering as he tried to get into rhythm, his mind starting to melt.

You dipped your fingers into his mouth, collecting the saliva. Moving his hand to replace yours, you moved it down to underneath his clothes, twisting his nipple and flicking it, Sampo’s eyes squeezing shut as he thrusted into your hand faster, his moans arousing you by the second.

Teasing him further, you tightened you hand around him, making him hit his limit. His eyes flung open and stared unfocused at his dick making such lewd noises, the alleyway now filled with ‘shlick’ sounds and his voice bordering a porno star.

Gasping, he grabbed at the hand that was tweaking with his nipples and whined, his hips shaking as pre dripped from your fingers onto the floor, his hands now kneading at his chest as he mewled loudly, his orgasm rapidly nearing.

Without warning, he grabbed your other hand and tightened his grip around it, harshly thrusting before he threw his head back, his thighs quaking while he came, squeezing out every single drop that he could.

Letting out rope after rope after rope of cum, he whimpered as you overstimulated him, his jaw now slack. He couldn’t do anything but take it, his vision going white as his whole body shook violently, his hips jerking erratically.

Letting up, you shoved your cum-covered fingers into his mouth, closing it for him as he sucked and licked them, his mind wandering in bliss.

You couldn’t wait to take him home and finish him off properly.

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if your requests are still open could you write something for sampo koski? because tbfh i have been going insane about him this week since i started playing. I would be very happy with ANYTHING you write bcause all your stuff is awesome (seriously i went through your entire blog and how is everything you write about welt such an ABSOLUTE BANGER) but maybe something where reader sits him in her lap (not necessarily in the strap on way cause i dont really care for penetration but i dont mind) and makes a mess of him <333 HE IS SO PR E T T Y and FUCKABLE and punchable i NEED to knock that insufferable veneer off of him GOD (...nina your posts may or may not have made me realize i have a crying kink)

teehee sure thing sweetie anon <33 I'm glad I could unlock dacryphilia in you kljfkd (my name is nine btw! like the number) :3c

Messing with Sampo in your lap

characters: sub! Sampo x dom! reader

cw: heavy petting, nipple play, teasing and mean reader, degradation kinda?, lots of kisses, tongue sucking, kinda handjob, dry humping,

a/n: heehee I like hsr asks <3 and it's finalley not only welt can we get an AWOOOOO, this ones for you sweet anon! *shoots and misses*, circa 2.4k words

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MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI. I WILL BLOCK YOU.

“My most trusted partner, we can, of course, share half of the earnings for this deal w- EEK!” 

Sampo gets caught off guard by his own flinching, blade flying past him and impales the cheap wallpaper behind him. Hands still clasped together from a few seconds ago, when he was trying to soothe your anger, he let out a shaky breath once he saw your mean glare, your second blade still stashed away in your belt. He’s not sure if you’ll skewer him like the poor wall from Hotel Goethe so he presses his lips together in a thin line. Subconsciously he lets himself shrink so as to take up less space, less space for you to aim your next throw at. 

“Sampo.” Your voice has no hint of your usual polite tone, now your ice cold words are cutting through the tension of the silent room. 

He sucks his lower lip deeper before sheepishly glancing up into your dead stare, locked onto him like a predator to its prey. “Y-yes?” He gulps slightly before averting his eyes again, opting to instead admire the tea can sitting on the desk nearby. 

“Don’t fuck with me.”, you let out a frustrated sigh that nearly sends a shiver down his spine, “We had a deal, no? Where the fuck are my Shields.” You shift your stance and lean your weight into one hip, and Sampo has to tear his eyes off the material shifting around your body with an audible gulp that he immediately regrets, nearly whimpering when he practically feels you unbutton the sheath on your hip. You continue, “Don’t tell me you went and made promises behind my back that you can’t keep now.” ending your sentence with a big sigh, you button the sheath of your blade back up and turn around, sitting down on the squeaky bed in the middle of the room. 

This is his chance to make a quick getaway. He’ll try to find whoever he promised over half of the 50'000 Shields to and try to find a way to steal them back. He was pretty quick on his feet and… well the tiniest needling guilt makes its way into his heart. You were working with him for a pretty long time now, he’d hate to lose your loyalty and companionship. He tries to concentrate, and he’s almost at the window before your harsh words rip a way into his guilt ridden mind. 

“Where do you think you’re going?”

He turns around with his famous fake laughter before babbling something about the fresh air. You spit out a “Sneaky little fucker.” and his instincts take over and he ducks, the second blade flies over his head, nearly separating his beautiful hair from his head. 

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Unsure of how he got himself into this situation, Sampo tries to settle down on your lap, but he can’t stop squirming. Knees on either side of your hips he tries to make himself comfortable. Cringing every time the bed squeaks underneath the combined weight of you two. He also feels you laugh against his chest but he can’t find it in himself to feel offended, rather… he’s grateful you seem less mad now. 

You trail your hands up his muscular thighs, feeling the material of his pants and the leather garters. “You owe me this much, yeah? Losing my 25’000 Shield, probably to save your own ass or something...” you sneer, clearly upset about the monetary loss. 

You notice how he’s uncharacteristically quiet, nervously glancing back and forth. So you decide to lean forward a little and rake your nails against his lower back lightly, immediately making him arch his back with a shuddery breath. He quickly bites his lower lip, and his wide eyes make contact with yours. When you give him a smirk in return he quickly closes his eyes and looks away. Very clearly embarrassed about this. So you take this insanely rare opportunity and continue teasing him. 

Sneaking your hands underneath his shirt, you run your nails along his back, one after the other and feel him flinch lightly at each nail dragging itself against his skin. Trying to get away from the ticklish sensation he has to move forward, closer to you. Gloved hands place themselves subconsciously on your shoulders and when you glide your hands over to his sides he realizes what he’s doing. But after seeing that you’re not cutting his hands clean off, he keeps them there, he even sneaks them forward and around your shoulders slightly. 

Meanwhile you are rubbing your thumb up and down the exposed V-line, giggling at the cute way he clings to you. Who knew he’d be this sensitive, and you haven’t even touched him anywhere special or intimate. You trail your hands further up, towards his chest and when your fingertips reach his already puffed up areolas he whimpers. Before you can pull back and take a good look at his, probably debauched, flustered face he snakes his arms further around you and tries to hide himself from you by burying his head into your shoulder. How adorable. 

You smile against his broad shoulder, and inch your hands further up, tapping against the nipple hiding itself from your view. Not wasting time you roll it in between your fingers and feel delight was over you with every flinch from the man above you. You feel the way he shifts and turns his face inside to your neck, feeling the pants against the skin there. You let the cute pebbled nipple go and instead grab underneath the muscle of his pecs and squeeze his tits together. Then massaging the fleshy fat underneath the palms of your hands and he can’t hide the way his breath hitches everytime your palm rubs itself over his areola. 

But you want to see more. 

“Let me go.” command ringing clearly in his head, but he reluctantly lets go and leans back slightly, unsure hands hanging in the air between the two of you. You smile gently, “good boy. You listen so well.” His face flushes a cute pink at the unexpected praise, clearly catching him off guard. You waste no time and continue, “Lift your shirt for me. Let me see them.”

Sampo hides his flustered face in the palm of his hands quickly, before sighing and lifting the fabric up. 

“Higher.” 

He lifts it up further, until his pink areola and nipple come into view. His pink… pink… pink? Now that’s unexpected. Right there, on his broad chest, pink areolas and nipples adorn his big pecs. You can’t tear your eyes away from them. The intense gaze burns into his skin and Sampo can’t help but whine pathetically. You’re gonna stare a hole into him at this point. 

You glance up at him, and he squeezes his eyes shut, unable to look you in the eyes right now. Broken out of your trance you lean forward and latch your mouth onto one of his tits. He gasps so cutely and leans back out of instinct or reflex. But you’re not one to let go so quickly and follow with. You wrap your arms around his lower back and continue sucking his tit into your warm mouth, more and more until he’s trying to push at your shoulders. 

It’s too much. Too much for him, already horny out of his mind after you toy with his body, and now you’re sucking on his most sensitive parts like it’s nothing. He’s shaking against your strong frame, squirming and accidentally grinding his hips down onto yours. 

You continue your ministrations on his other nipple, and sneak your hands down, past the slight dimples on his lower back and into his pants. You curse him for wearing a stupid belt, making the entry way harder than it has to be. You grab two fistfuls of his ass and relish in the way he moans out loud into the empty room. Kneading the flesh of his ass you continue teasing the nipple in your mouth, running your tongue across it over and over again. Even grazing your teeth against it lightly. The tiny “ah ah ah”s leaving him are like music to your ears. A beautifully lewd melody, replaying in your head on loop.

This is bad. Sampo quickly realizes that he’s in big trouble. His pants are unbelievably tight, even more so after you shoved your hands into the back of them. But more so than that it's that he’s losing control of the sounds leaving him, the situation you’ve got him in and his body. Relinquishing control, even to you who he has known for a while, was never his plan. Not that he hates it, in fact he’s never been more turned on in his life. But… he’s not very experienced. He feels himself blush even more when the embarrassing thoughts come flooding back to him. All he knows is how to please someone else and quickly. Sloppy blowjobs for a sleazy businessman in a dark alley somewhere, fingers buried deep inside of a woman behind the bar late at night. Always to get himself out of sticky situations scot-free. Always quick to escape once the people where to fucked out or hazy minded to notice him slip away into the shadows. 

What’s worse is that once you’ve had your fun with his ass and his nipples, you glide your hands upwards and rub his neck gently. Lovingly almost. He feels himself let out a choked out breath. 

You smile gently, "Most people have a sensitive area." You rake your nails over the skin of his neck again. "Is it your neck?" You touch his shoulders, "maybe even your shoulders," and then you reach up and gently rub his earlobe. "Right here? Are your ears sensitive?" You snicker at the way his mouth falls open, and he flushes an even deeper shade of red. 

“What? The renowned Sampo, rendered speechless?” You continue further up and rub the shell of his ear more. He finds himself wriggling away. “Well, at least this part of you is honest with me.” You sigh dramatically and remove your hand from his ear, just to reach in between you and palm his hardon through his pants. The whimper he lets out is downright delicious. 

You continue your grabbing and teasing of his dick through his pants, and once again he finds himself trying to hug you closer, so embarrassed at the way the bed squeaks with every grind he does. Leaning his head down onto your shoulder he doesn’t expect your soft lips on his neck so quickly, kissing his warm flushed skin. Almost like you’re trying to kiss him better and his heart stings with something he quickly forces down again. 

Peppering kisses all over him is what makes this all so fun, you even press kisses to his shoulder, maybe even in quiet gratitude for his trust in you. Letting you take him apart while safely seated on your lap. You lean away from his shaky shoulder and grab a fistful of his hair, dragging his head up, making him face you. 

“Stick out your tongue.”

He complies almost mindlessly, sticking out his tongue with a confused look on his face. You guide his face towards yours and press your own tongue against his, playing around with him while he tries to keep up, each movement confusing him more. He’s so eager that you’re sure he doesn’t want to stop right now. So you stop him and bite down on his tongue lightly, and quickly suck on the appendage while focusing your other hand on the head of his dick, pressing down harder on him, making him whimper against your mouth. His hands find themselves on your shoulders again, bunching up the fabric in his fists.

You can practically feel the tension underneath your palm, you’re sure he feels close. His dick is twitching underneath the dark fabric and he seems way more eager and desperate when you finally press your lips against his fully. He clumsily moves his lips against yours, trying to deepen the kiss immediately. But he doesn’t get very far with your hand still buried deeply into his hair, grabbing the tuft of it closest to his scalp so as to not hurt him. But he can’t really move when you pull him back and steer him however you desire. Always whining so cutely into each kiss when you harshly pull him around. 

When he feels himself nearly burst he moans so loudly into the kiss it's hard not to notice. But you don’t plan on stopping so you continue palming him through his pants. And he pretty quickly pulls you into a tight hug when he grinds his hips up into your hand, hips twitching and tensing up when he finally gets pushed over the edge. All the tension leaving his groin and pushing through his dick out into his underwear. He cums in long spurts, soiling his underwear more and more, cum slowly seeping through the fabric and creating a darker stain on his pants. He shudders and breaths quickly against your lips. Even more so when you smile into the half kiss. 

After he’s come down from his high, hips still twitching every now and then you snort against the kiss, quickly removing yourself from his lips and turning away, laughing to yourself. 

Sampo’s dumbfounded face will burn itself into your memory. He gulps and his eyebrows furrow themselves together, lips pressed together. He’s clearly taken aback by the sudden mood change, growing a little insecure the harder you laugh. You wipe a tear away and grab his chin, bringing him closer and pressing one last sweet kiss to them. He confusedly accepts the kiss. 

“Sampo… you’re not that experienced, are you?” You break out into laughter again when he flushes the deepest shade of red you’ve ever seen. He scrambles to get off of you and hastily but you’re quick to pull him back and bury your face in his chest. He stammers some sort of excuse while you laugh harder and harder at him. To keep him in place you shove your hands into the back of his pants once again and relish in the way he gasps. 

What you don’t see is the flustered way he brings his arms around you and instead of a flushed face it slowly morphs into an endearing smile. He’s really really glad you aren’t mad at him anymore. 

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it's actually so funny how challenging it is to write bona fide graphic, horny smut. like people don't give smut writers enough credit. you are constantly running out of words to describe the same 2-4 body parts and same 4-6 motions. you are constantly attempting to do interesting and dynamic things in the prose with this extremely limited set of words. you are looking at your prose for the nastier bits and wondering if it actually sounds hot or if it just sounds goofy. you are then toning down your prose and then wondering if it now sounds tasteful or if it's just boring. you do ctrl+F for the word "cock" and there are 37 instances of it in the doc but you hate the 1-2 acceptable synonyms so there's nothing much you can do about it

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buffy men who want to be your cute twink sub but physically cant :(

they’re so insecure standing infront of you with their frilly skirt cute bowtie and crop top. thick muscular thighs almost tearing from their cute stockings.

best way to reassure him? fuck him silly. fill his womb with cum till his stomach bulges. make his eyes well up with tears as you play with his clit, turning it into a sloppy mess.

“so cute aren’t you? all dolled up just f’ me.”

“n–ah– no,” he cries as you have him in a mating press. “wanna be cuter f—for you.” his arms move to cover his face. “m’ too b–big.”

“say that again, i dare you.” you growl in his ear. his stomach bulges as you thrust into him with hunger. how could he think that?

“you don't know what you do to me. god, just wanna fuck you s-so bad.”

his arms lower as they move to grip the headboard above, "g–give it all t' me..!" he howls as you pinch his nipples, rolling them between the pads of your fingers.

"tell me first, you are my pretty princess, right? say it or I'll stop right fucking now." he instinctively tightens around you.

"i–I'm your princess.." he whimpers, turning his head away in embarrassment.

"louder baby. I know you can do it." softly, you turn his head back to you making him make eye contact with you. and holy shit, was that his tipping point. they way you looked at him with love and care changed something in his mind.

suddenly, your cock felt bigger and his cunt felt tighter and sensitive the slightest touch could make him cum. and his mind, if you look at him like that, he'll lose it!

"I'm your princess, shit, cumming-!" his words turn to whines as your cum fills his stomach. spasming and convulsing on the bed all you hear from him are broken pleas of "p-princess, m' your pretty princess."

jotaro kujo, josuke hijashikata, jonathan joestar, joseph joestar, guido mista, weather report, narciso anasui, satoru gojo, your faves.

kinda shit but bear w me😭💔 for the life of me I can't take "pretty princess" seriously😭😭

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Sub Childe is absolutely correct and I would love to hear more

there's nothing better than a masochist puppy sub!childe.

sub!childe that gets off on making you feel good. he's hardly ever bad, such a good boy for you. but that doesn't mean he can't be a brat sometimes. you can just put him in his place though, because of course he gets off on that too. rough him up a little, press him into the bed with a hand around his neck, slap him across his pretty face before pulling him into a messy kiss. he'll love it. love how you can control him so easily despite how much he's feared by so many people. he's just your pretty dumb puppy.

he loves when you manage to take full control over him. pin him down — pretty red ropes around his wrists and his thighs or your hand wrapped tight around his throat and watch his eyes lose focus. watch his hips buck at your faint touches on his hard cock, unable to do anything but take what you give him like a good boy. sub!childe that giggles in-between moans when he's so fucked out, nothing but quiet "thank you's" and needy "so good's" coming from his lips in pretty little whines. and his beautiful big blue eyes. his eyes that plead, that get glassy when he tears up, that roll back when he shakes and that get so dazed and void of any thought when your hand doesn't stop on his big leaking cock.

his brain goes blank when you edge him, controlling his orgasms to the point that his pretty cock is red and dripping on to his stomach. sub!childe that shakes and moans when you let go of his cock again. calling him your "good puppy" which has him arching, pretty red marks forming on his skin from how he rubs against the rope. sub!childe that pants and nods when you ask "do you want to cum for me, puppy?", stupid dumb fucked out grin on his pretty face, eyes unfocused bc he's so happy to be writhing under your control.

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warnings: nsfw, sub diluc, dom reader, gn reader, praise kink, slight teasing, light angst, pining, hand jobs, established relationship, very soft

wc: 2.4k

Summary: You pamper Diluc.

Getting Diluc to this point would seem impossible to anyone looking in from the outside. He’s always so grumpy, so serious, and despite being the biggest bachelor in Mond, he never seems to display an ounce of the same interest that is presented to him. In your hands though, he’s but a sweet, pliant lover, and a man deserving of no less than everything the world can offer. 

Diluc is known for being hard working, and no matter the circumstance, he takes care of the city and the people he truly cherishes, despite the seemingly lack of enthusiasm that’s evident in the grunts and sighs that leave his mouth when taking part in a conversation. After all, he isn’t obligated to entertain anyone while knowing he comes off as a boring individual, is he? Nevertheless, behind this attitude is a tint of playfulness that when caught and retorted, always leaves him scoffing and turning his head away in embarrassment. 

 

To break down Diluc’s walls would prove to be a most difficult task, but how can he resist the love that he’d yearned to feel once more for years, one that he’d forgotten about while neglecting his needs and drowning himself in work, when finally provided with it? 

 

There’s an odd feeling that bubbles in his chest each time you take care of him, like when you indulge his sweet banter, or the evenings spent together, eating dinner with him in a comfortable silence, with occasional hums leaving your mouth at the delicious taste your tongue is graced with. Having said that, the late, exhausting nights he returns from his duties only to find you waiting for him, ready to take care of the body he abandons when the plaguing feeling that he’s unworthy and undeserving of it overtakes him, provides the strangest feeling of them all. A night such as this one. It’s a feeling that, despite seeming like an intrusion, is addictive. 

 

On your end, there’s no one more worthy of worship than your partner. And even as he stands before you, bare and vulnerable, eyes cast downwards and hands awkwardly hovering over his abdomen, you can’t help the need that overcomes you. A need to reassure him, to cherish every inch of his being and show him the extent to which your sheer love and adoration for him goes. 

 

No matter how many times you find yourself in this position, Diluc’s bashfulness in his exposure never ceases to steal a chuckle from your lips. You wonder out loud if it’s his inexperience that always gets him like this, or if the capable Darknight Hero can be reduced to a shy mess this easily. However, your teasing doesn’t earn you any comebacks when he’s in this state, instead only the scoffs he makes in an attempt to feign annoyance are present.

 

With a smile plastered on your face, you beckon Diluc to your lap, your hands guiding his own to rest on your shoulders as he hesitantly moves to straddle you. He’s tense, you note, and it only serves to prove how hard he strains himself for the sake of others. You move your hand to cup his face, the other smoothing over the wrinkles between his furrowed eyebrows, and you feel him leaning into your touch, letting out an exhale he didn’t know he was holding in. 

 

You can’t resist pulling him into a tight hug, running a hand along his back and gently grazing it with your fingernails as both of your bodies begin to relax and your nose fills with his mesmerising scent. The silence breaks when you nuzzle into his neck to whisper words of reverence into it, causing Diluc to shut his eyes and hold you impossibly closer to the warmth of his body. 

 

He’s aware of his strength and the resources he puts into what he does, including his own body that he pilots like a machine, but he doesn’t understand why his body shudders when it’s acknowledged, and why there’s a hot feeling settling in his gut when you pull away from the hug to look at him with adoration and a hint of worry in your eyes as you trace the scars littering his body, worshiping even the ugliest parts of him that are accompanied with memories he’d like to forget. 

 

To you, it’s nothing but a reminder of what he puts himself through, the things he does without ever asking for anything in return, and to him, the kisses you leave along the scars on his collarbone, down to his arms and hands, feel like they’re overwriting every bit of pain he felt when he received them. 

 

Diluc isn’t unfamiliar with being desired, after all, he’s a rich, popular figure around the nation. But to feel adored, cared for, and needed leaves him in a haze, especially when he can feel your body so close to his own. He’s always strived to be someone useful, and he’s so starved for the loving touch of another that he can’t stay composed when your kisses move to his lips, all the while your fingers move downwards to leave feather-like touches on the sides his waist. Once your fingertips graze his stomach, you smile into his mouth when you feel it draw in. So sensitive, your Diluc.

 

A few pecks soon turn into sloppy, desperate kisses, and his hand moves to grip one of yours in an attempt to stay composed. Even that proves to be challenging though, when your own need is so evident in how your tongue evades his mouth to deepen the kiss further, or perhaps it is a part of your grand plan to steal his breath away.

 

He’s trying, he really is, to not grind up into the soft skin of your tummy that is just barely grazing his dick. He curses at himself for how he’s already so painfully hard, but he wants to be good, so he tries to keep his hips still despite their involuntary twitches and instead focuses on the intoxicating feeling of your lips and tongue on his own. You, however, know Diluc inside out, and you know that once he attempts to muffle the desperate whines that spill out of him into your mouth, he’s holding back from asking you for something. 

 

So you reluctantly pull back from his now plump lips, now stained with your saliva, and he gasps dramatically to fill his lungs with air before instantly trying to pull you back to latch onto what felt like his lifeline, your mouth. You allow him to bring you closer, and rub your thumb across his knuckles, a gentle gesture that shows him that it’s okay, that he didn’t do anything wrong, and that you’re not going anywhere. In turn, he loosens up and you lean in to rest your forehead on his, catching your breath.

 

You hate it when Diluc represses himself, as if his feelings are being tested. But you don’t mind telling him over and over again, that your sole intention is to make him feel good and that you want to repay the kindness he gives out so freely. You want him to express his desires to you without guilt absorbing him, but you know it’s not an easy feat, so you settle for returning the gentle look he’s giving you as you request him to show you what he wants.

 

He’s a bit reluctant, but slowly, he moves his hands to your wrists, contemplating a little before guiding them downwards to rest on his thighs as his eyes avert from yours in embarrassment. His cheeks are dusted with pink and his lips have curved into a frown, unsure of whether or not you got the message. 

 

Simultaneously, he feels his stomach swirl in fear, wondering if he’s even living up to your expectations of how a man like him should be in bed, or if he’s being too bold. You, on the other hand, are delighting in the sheer cuteness that is radiating from his actions. He’s so teasable, and you attempt to hold back from doing just that, knowing just how serious he is about these moments of intimacy. Alas, you’re only human, and you can’t help but give in to your urges.

 

So you opt for moving your hands lower to settle on his inner thighs and give them a soft squeeze. That catches his attention, and he turns his head to face you once more, but nothing happens. Your touch lingers on his sensitive skin, and your eyes are boring into him with that saccharine look which suddenly makes him feel awkward. That’s when it dawns on him just how defenseless he is in this position, and it makes him want to crawl in on himself. 

 

But in this bubble, within your safety, he feels secure, and his entire body is already aching for your touch, so Diluc decides to abandon his pride to lean into your ear and mumble pleas for you to touch him where it hurts. Though barely audible, it makes the pits of your stomach swirl. Such a pretty voice, and it’s even prettier when it’s all breathy and laced with desperation. Of course, when you voice your thoughts, all he can do is grunt and continue to pretend that it doesn’t make him shy. You know he likes it though, and way his dick jumps at the praise is incredibly apparent.

 

Though it’s something he used to be ashamed of, he can’t help but feel the warmth spreading across his entire body when put in an embarrassing position, especially if it’s in front of you. It feels so good, and he can scarcely admit to himself that he actually craves more of your teasing. It’s like a forbidden pleasure he can only experience once he shreds himself of the aloof, powerful image he forces himself to keep up.

 

At last, you comply, letting your soft hand wrap around him, and his whole body shudders. He lets out a deep, shaky breath he had been holding in from your teasing, but it only made the relief that much more pleasurable. Your other hand reaches for his, fingers intertwining as you run your thumb over his slit, already drooling with pre, to gather and spread it across the head before starting to thumb at the frenulum. It rips out a small groan from your lover, and he looks at you with puppy eyes as if to remind you he’s sensitive there, but what are you supposed to do when the glimmer in his eyes simultaneously begs you for more?

 

You kiss his scarred hand in response before gathering saliva into your mouth and spitting it out on his dick. Diluc scrunches his face at the vile sight, but you think it’s justified. It’s to make your job easier, after all. In spite of that, his thoughts are instantly thrown out the window the moment your grip on him strengthens and you finally start to stroke him fully. You set a rough pace from the get go, and it makes Diluc’s body cave in on itself as he leans down to capture your lips, attempting to mumble thank you’s in between his moans and desperate kisses.

 

You let go of his hand and he whines into your mouth, causing you to giggle. He’s a clingy little thing when he isn’t thinking straight, and you treasure every second of it. Diluc’s protests are quickly silenced when your hand moves to cradle his balls, tugging and fondling them to your heart’s content. Your lips appear to have a mind of their own as they travel down to his collarbone to pepper wet kisses on it, your warm breath lingering on his skin.

 

He’s just so beautiful, so strong and kind hearted, and there’s nothing more you want in this moment than for him to let go and succumb to the base desire he’s always seen as a bothersome chore. As for him, your gentle words combined with your touch, the two things Diluc has been so starved of, only serve to bring him closer to release. He lets out a pitiful whimper while arching closer into you, hands gripping your shoulders as he starts fucking into your hand to match your pace. 

 

All he can do is muffle his cries into your neck and hope that you’ll be merciful enough to let him off the hook. But Diluc wants to make you proud, so he musters up the courage to speak, to beg once more for you to give him the permission to cum, and for you to take the reigns for everything, including his orgasm, so that he can only finish when you order him to.

 

You watch his thrusts turn erratic and uneven until he’s almost unable to handle it, and for a moment, Diluc thinks you’re going to deny him like you’ve done before. The thought alone makes his stomach turn, and it elicits the fear in him that he didn’t work hard enough to earn your approval. However, he’s at a point where all he can do is bite into your shoulder and squeeze his eyes shut, trying to hold back, because he can barely think about anything else other than the filthy slick sound of your fist pumping him and the bliss you’re already granting so graciously.

 

In reality, he couldn’t be further away from the truth. You’re so proud of him, but despite how pleasurable it is to see him almost tip over the edge, you don’t want to cause frustration when your motive is to help him unwind. So while he desperately thrusts into the warmth of your hand and you pick up your speed, you beckon him to open his eyes and finally whisper the words he so badly needed to hear, the permission that coaxes him into a relieving orgasm accompanied by a long, drawn out moan as you slowly stroke him through it.

 

You wish you could capture Diluc’s face when he lets go like this. How his body trembles from the intensity of the pleasure he rarely indulges in, the way his pale cheeks turn into a crimson red that rivals the color of his hair, and how well the look of pleasure suits him. His body slumps over yours as he tries to regulate his breathing, and you use your clean hand to scratch at his scalp, mumbling praise into his ear as he relaxes into your embrace.

 

You hold every moment of this comfortable silence dear, wishing that time would stop so you could cherish it forever. Contentment washes over your body as you think about how you would give the world for this man, and that he would do the exact same for you.

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Thinking about Sugar daddy!Pantalone, who escorts you by the arm in public, flashing his close-eyed smile as he shows off the fact that you chose him to the world. Is there a greater honor than that?

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who hires one of his underlings to hack into your phone just so that he can search through your texts for anything you might possibly want that you’re hesitant to ask for. Somehow, you always find yourself spoiled with everything you can think of, and in turn, you throw him a gentle smile as you jokingly ask if he can read your mind. God, that smile of yours is like a drug to him.

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who travels with you all around the world, eagerly taking you to the most luxurious spots and making sure that you don’t have to move a single finger, no matter the cost. Though he’s got plenty of rats by his feet, ready to serve him, you’ve got him under yours.

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who doesn’t hesitate to take out anyone who dares to look your way for a moment too long. Anyone who has the audacity to offer you help, whether it’s one of his servants suggesting to put your jacket on, or a strange man opening a door for you in public, is met with a death glare that later, when you, the deity beside him isn’t there to witness it, leads to their demise.

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who always offers to take care of you. Arrived home after a night out? You mustn’t waste those beautiful hands on something as miniscule and pathetic as changing. Your jacket’s already on the hanger, and he’s on his knees, slowly removing your expensive shoes. He takes a moment to admire the sight in front of him, thinking about all the times he’s been in this exact spot before.

Like when he’d look up at you, just like this, with pleading eyes, begging for you to step on his cock. It has no use, after all. He’ll give you anything you want, as long as you bless him with that disdainful look on your face when you watch how drools and squirms on the floor, trying to gain control over the way his hips jump at the feeling of your foot rubbing him.

Or when you actually allow him to cum from the stimulation, and he knows that the only place to do so is on your shoes, for the sole purpose of buying you new ones, but more than that, so he can lick them clean afterwards, like your own personal dog.

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who feels like he’s too cocky for his own good, and needs you to put him down where he belongs. Make him scrape his knees on the floor while you tug at the leash in your hand, one that’s attached to a beautiful silver collar with your initials carved on it, as you force him to crawl to you with his credit card in his mouth. Promise that you’ll only allow him to spend his money on you if he repeats that he’s nothing but a wallet to you, an utterly useless pet whose only purpose is to serve you in every way possible.

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who always gets bratty when his ass is stuffed, whether it be by a plug or your cock. He’ll purposefully ignore your commands, talk back and degrade you, resist when you attempt to restrain him, all in hopes that you’ll punish him and fulfill his masochistic desires.

Throw him on the bed, pound into him, gag him with your fingers, spank him with a paddle, torture his cock, gods, just please do whatever you want to him, as long as he’s left in a puddle of cum, drool and tears, unable to think a single coherent thought.

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who loves the strong and powerful image the two of you exude, and the fear in people’s eyes when they recognize him. Little do they know about the ropes hugging his body tightly underneath his clothes, or the vibrating butt plug that’s sitting comfortably inside him, filling him with the anticipation for the moment it’ll turn on. How about the pretty, pink cock cage that serves as a constant reminder of who the true owner of his body is? 

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who’s completely and utterly obsessed with you. No money in the world compares to your gaze. His body and soul is nothing if not yours. He would do anything, whether it be betraying his own god, or burning the world away, just to be close to you.

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What about….

Childe who is obsessed with your smell. Wether that’s your perfume, deodorant, or your natural body odor. He would for example steal your perfume and pleasure himself to the smell of it. To the smell of you

a/n: I’ve been riding this train for as long as I’ve known Childe. I just feel like he fits perfectly into the filthy, obsessive masochistic loser trope... So I obviously got carried away writing this.

It’s one of Childe’s favorite not-so-guilty pleasures. He goes out of his way to follow you around town stealthily, writing down the items you buy from each store you visit.

He decides to go on his own special trip afterwards, focusing specifically on items that can replicate your presence, such as clothes, shampoos and body sprays.

There’s nothing wrong with admiring a friend in this way, he tries to convince himself. Nothing’s weird about… spraying your perfume or cologne on a shirt that looks just like yours.

And what’s so wrong about placing them on his pillow and sniffing them while he ruts his bare cock on his bed?

Childe likes to imagine he’s laying on your chest, humping the soft flesh of your thighs as you run your perfect fingers along his hair. He shuts his eyes tightly as he moans into the cloth, inhaling it like it’s his last source of oxygen as he thinks about how you’d degrade him with a teasing voice so seductive he could cum from it alone.

“Does my pathetic little pup feel good?” you’d ask, and he’d whine into his gag, nodding frantically as his teary eyes would look into your own.

Would you force him to stop just as he’s tapering over the edge? Perhaps you’d let him cum at first, only to command him to continue fucking into your plush thighs until he couldn’t think anymore… Fuck, it’s all too much for him to think about.

He loves letting his mind wander like this, mumbling self-degrading words into thin air as a reminder of just how much of a loser he is, all while he’s emptying his balls onto his bed, adding to the filthy cum stains already on it.

Now... What if Childe was your partner? Well, he would go crazy.

Convincing you to live with him wouldn’t be too hard, not when he has the funds to provide for the both of you. However, try as he might, he’s unable to keep his perversion undercover.

The thrill of having access to your laundry was like no other. No longer would he have to make do with those stupid items he went out of his way to acquire. He had your things, right in front of him! This wasn’t even comparable to the battles he’s fought in his lifetime.

The first time it happened, he waited for you to leave the house, before sprinting to the bathroom. There was not an ounce of shame to be found in his body, not when he was filled to the brim with adrenaline. He got on his knees and began to dig through your used laundry, finding the one thing he’d dreamt about for months; your underwear.

How long did you wear them for? What did you do while wearing them? Did you pleasure yourself in these? Fight with him? God, it doesn’t even matter, because the first whiff alone would make his eyes roll back into his skull, pants already too tight for comfort.

His desperation would only increase with time. Your underwear and shirts would slowly disappear from the pile of laundry, the reason, unbeknownst to you, being that he just couldn’t get enough of them.

Scurrying into the bedroom and leaving those precious items when you came home didn’t cut it anymore. Childe would start to bring them into his room, pulling all nighters just to abuse his poor cock, filling your underwear with load after load and drooling at the combination of scents.

Catching him was inevitable, but perhaps… it was what he wished for. Maybe the excruciating spanks you delivered to his bare ass as you gagged him with the underwear he came into was something he had already been dreaming of. It was supposed to be his punishment, but his worship for you only increased tenfold.

After a while, his perversion would grow on you. It was a little entertaining, to watch just how low he’d stoop for you, just how far his obsession went.

Childe promised that he would do anything if you indulged him. He’d be a slave to your word, a most devoted boyfriend to his perfect partner, and with that, you developed a new-found enjoyment in his filthy fantasies.

Your smell was his salvation. There was nothing more perfect than the musky body odor adorning you after a long workout, and nothing more pleasurable to Childe than taking in each and every ounce of you in that state.

The smell of your armpits, the delicious sweat on your body, and more importantly, your taste… It was nothing short of pure heaven.

His mouth craved nothing more than to clean each crevice, and to make sure that your cum was added to the beautiful mess Childe loved oh so much.

Wearing your underwear for multiple days in a row became a habit, all for the sake of watching Childe sniff them so pathetically, so desperately from the source, as his cock lay snug between your feet, rutting into the makeshift hole like a dog in heat.

For a harbinger, he didn’t have a lot of pride when it came to you, but why would he? The reality was that no matter what title accompanied him, in the end, he was nothing but your dog.

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cw: dom reader, sub childe, masturbation, face slapping, nipple play, degradation, masochism, dacryphilia, coming in pants, coming untouched, gn reader, childe is a pervert

wc: 1.2k

Summary: Your virgin, touch starved comrade finally gets some action.

The rivalry between you and Childe has somewhat turned into companionship. Everywhere you go, you’ll find him lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to cause a little trouble.

It’s not like you mind. In fact, it brings a tinge of thrill to your travels. You always end up sparring, pushing each other to the limit as you explore Childe’s tactics and weak spots. Once in a while, you like to explore one another’s weak spots a bit further.

At first, Childe thought you hated him. It didn’t do much to hinder his advances, because your passion for fighting was delightful. Holding back was never an option for you, and he loved it… A lot.

Enough to find himself in front of the mirror after every fight of yours, admiring the cuts and bruises formed by your hands. That was more than enough for him to fall to his knees, pressing on those spots and hissing in pain, thinking about the way you looked when you placed them on him until small beads of precum would make their appearance on his underwear.

He’s lost count of the amount of times he’s found himself in front of his laptop, biting his shirt and drooling on it while fisting his aching cock to whatever porn video he could find where the actor’s looks resembled yours even slightly.

Sometimes, he’d fall into a rabbit hole of S&M videos, unable to stop touching himself until he was hyperventilating from overstimulation, his whole room reeking of his smell, body covered in sticky cum and sweat. He wanted you to use him so badly.

Childe would become increasingly more obvious with his attraction towards you, towards your strength and the pain you inflicted on him. Grunts became louder, his legs would become shaky, and he’d even slip in quiet whimpers when you taunted him. 

His swings would become clumsy for only a moment while his eyes zeroed in on your body, cheeks ruddy as he observed the way your muscles flexed and the teasing look in your eye, so determined to take him down. Fuck, when will you just force him to his knees and have your way with him?!

That instant of gawking was more than enough for you to trip him to the ground, the feeling of your sharp blade pricking the underside of his jaw just enough to draw a drop of blood, snapping him out of his trance.

“You’re pretty sloppy today, Childe. I’m disappointed.”

“You can’t expect me to always be in top condition. I have yet to recover from how rough you went on me last time,” he chuckled, chest heaving as he panted loudly.

“Right. I’ll believe that when you start wearing a pair of pants that’ll actually cover your erection.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, it’s not because of you.”

You inched closer, before stomping on his wrist with your foot, and Childe cried out at the sheer force of it.

“Don’t lie. The last thing a masochistic slut like you should pretend to have is pride,” you scoffed.

Oh, he knows. He just wants to savor the sight of you, looking down at him from above like this and mocking him.

“H-help me then. Hurt me, please–” Childe replied shakily in an attempt to entice you.

You’d be lying if you said that taking the chance to play with your sparring buddy like this was something you hadn’t imagined before.

That sitting on his stomach, ripping his shirt apart and toying with his body wasn’t in your list of fantasies. He was already arching up into you, trying to feel more of your weight on top of him.

Your hands cupped his cheek, almost surprising him with your gentle touch, before it left him abruptly, returning as a harsh smack to his face. A grin formed on your face, and you didn’t stop, alternating between his cheeks until they turned red, marked with your handprints. 

He could probably escape if he tried, but why would he? You were touching him, and after all the nights he spent thinking about you, desperate to feel you in any sort of way, what you do to him doesn’t matter.

The only sounds Childe was able to let out were wails of pleasure, as his body squirmed and arched further into you. He finally spoke after you slowed down, allowing him to catch his breath. His eyes were teary, looking up into your own with nothing but lust.

“S-shit! That’s so good!”

You smiled mischievously, letting your fingertips dance across his neck and grazing it with your nails. That gentle touch of yours, paired with the stinging on his face, was like heaven to Childe. His cock was already throbbing within its confines, just as needy as him… just as pathetic as him.

“I can feel you poking me from behind. I hope you don’t think I’d ever touch that disgusting thing.”

A retort was sitting right at the tip of his tongue, trying so hard to save a fragment of his dignity, but there was no way he could oppose you. Especially not when he felt his tip drool because of those very insults.

Naturally, your next stop would be his chest, cupping and fondling it the way one would a woman. He could’ve sworn that you had at some point even teased him about it, referring to them as tits. Or maybe he had just imagined it when he was–

“Fuck! Why!” he yelped, yet his hips betrayed his words, bucking into thin air at the feeling of your fingers pinching his nipples, before gently circling his areolas.

You ignored him, continuing your attacks on his chest by flicking and pulling on each nipple while your other hand moved to his neck, ripping a shaky sigh out of Childe as you squeezed it.

“What’s the point of all our training, if you’re gonna turn into a drooling, good for nothing mess the moment someone touches you like this? What if a group of samurai attacked you? Would you squirm like a little girl and let them use you too?”

Your ridiculing wouldn’t cease, but Childe could only moan in bliss, the image you inserted into his head making his eyes roll back. The grip around his neck was tight enough to leave bruises, and he was sweating profusely, hands trying, albeit in vain, to claw themselves into the floor for any sort of support.

“M-more! Please, it’s too much!”

He couldn’t think anymore. There was no point. His cheeks were already stained with tears, his hips jumping uncontrollably as he cried out in pleasure, ropey streaks of cum spilling into his pants.

Even after you let go of him, his body wouldn’t stop twitching. He was in a haze, only snapping out of it when he felt your nails digging into his cheeks as you grabbed his jaw forcefully.

“We didn’t agree on letting you cum, did we? Yet you came in your pants like a teenage boy,” you spat.

“It wasn’t on purpose, I swear!”

“Looks like you’ll have to make it up to me, then.”

…

Why was this motherfucker grinning?!

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nsfw sub!childe + gn!reader, cock stepping, reader calls him 'puppy'

just a little something for the birthday boy... ❤️

childe's hands are tied behind his back where he sits on his knees, looking up at you but not knowing where you are. a black silk blindfold covers his eyes, blocking his vision but heightening all of his senses.

sometimes you'll softly smooth your fingers over the freckles on his cheeks and brush gently across his jaw. sometimes you'll lean down and pull him into a rough kiss to which he gasps and groans at once you pull away.

and sometimes, you'll part his lips with your fingers. childe kisses them, as if asking for permission before wrapping his lips around them and taking them. your breath hitches with a small smile and it makes him feel proud once he realises you like him like this.

he moans, dramatically, and you can see the ghost of a grin on his lips as he takes your fingers deeper like a pretty little whore. he can't see you, but he knows you're staring down at him, eyes dark whilst you watch him drool around your fingers and it spurs him on.

childe sits pretty on his knees, unable to use his hands but he makes up for it by dropping his mouth open and letting you fuck his throat with your fingers. he feels so much more dirty like this, restrained and restricted and he loves it.

he can't help the loud moan that escapes his open mouth when your fingers hit the back of his throat, eyes rolling back behind the blindfold. you don't miss the way his thighs rub together at the feeling.

you scoff and grab his jaw, dragging your fingers out of his mouth and pulling him into a messy kiss that he groans into. childe's hips buck into the air at the roughness, whimpering at the fact there's no friction against his leaking cock.

"what do you want, my good birthday boy?" you drag out the dramatism of the 'good', brushing your index finger and thumb across his jaw to tilt his head up.

childe is breathless, panting into the open air and he can feel you all over. "shouldn't it be a surprise?" he asks, cocking his head with a lazy grin and you hum, "maybe you're right."

you step back, no longer near nor touching him and he sits so patiently, waiting for you to do something. his cock is dripping, already pent up from just fucking his mouth with your fingers and only because it's his birthday, you take pity on him.

the moan childe lets out when you press the sole of your shoe against his cock is heavenly. he practically sings, head dropping forward and hips involuntarily bucking against your foot because he's so desperate for it.

it's ridiculous really, watching him get off with just your foot. but his hair is messy, bangs falling over the silk blindfold and he's panting, wanting so desperately to grab at your thigh and hold you there as he grinds against you and he just looks so pretty.

you groan, running your fingers through childe's hair before grabbing a handful and lifting his head up to look at you despite the blindfold.

"that's it, dumb puppy." something about the name has childe's thighs shaking, hips stuttering against your shoe still pressing hard against his cock, and he lets out a guttural whine.

your lips pull into a grin, letting him needily hump your shoe, hair still tight in your hand until you let go to bend over and take his face into your palm. you can tell he's looking at you even from behind the blindfold, anticipating your next move without trying to look eager but his hips never slow. you lean close, close enough for him to feel your lips inches away from his before whispering, "i want you to cum just like this."

childe's lips part in a pretty low moan, head nodding submissively and his eyebrows furrow when you press your foot harshly against his cock. the fact that he can't see you, only hear and feel you makes him so much more sensitive - slightly overwhelmed by pleasure, especially when you drag the toe of your shoe along the length of his cock and press against the tip. he's panting like a dog, fingers clenching behind him in the restraints and head dropping forward again because he's struggling to keep himself together.

it feels so humiliating, grinding against your foot like a bitch in heat but he loves it so fucking much.

childe's thighs clap shut suddenly, eyes screwing closed behind the blindfold and you can tell he's close.

"you gonna make a mess for me, baby?"

"mh-yes…" he gasps out, head falling onto your thigh and you card your fingers into his hair gently. childe's hips stutter before he cries out with a loud moan, your shoe running along the length of his cock from how he thrusts against you.

he finishes with a choked sob, whole body shaking and fingers turning white from how hard his blunt nails carve into his palm and he makes a mess all over your black shoes and dress pants. you coo, still running your fingers softly through the man's hair and you pull your foot away to let him ride it out.

childe's body goes lax after a few seconds, collapsing against your thigh with breathless pants and if you could see his eyes you know they'd probably be shining with pretty glossy tears. your foot is still gently pressed against his sensitive cock and he whimpers at the faint feeling of you still there.

but it doesn't last long, your gentle hand carving into his orange hair as you hum, looking down at the mess he made all over you when you push him back onto his knees with your foot,

"we're not done yet, puppy. i got you another gift."

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cw. sub character & gn dom reader, anal pen, reader has a dick that can be interpreted as a strap

thinking about a pretty boy letting out the sweetest moans; back against the mattress as you fucked him. legs up over your shoulders as he whined and begged for more, hands over his eyes or grabbing at the sheets with every thrust. head thrown back with a pretty gasp, you couldn’t help but laugh.

��baby,” you cooed to your pretty boy, trying to catch his eyes. “look at me.”

“c-can’t,” would be all he could say, hiccuping and whimpering as he covered his face with his hands. “oh god, can’t— so full!”

you feigned disappointment, jutting your bottom lip out into a pout. “oh baby.” you said. “you know i wanna see your pretty face. if you can’t show me, i’ll have to pull out.”

“no!” your pretty boy would almost yell as his head shot up, looking at you with wide eyes as his chest heaved in sharp breaths. it wasn’t until he saw the way your expression morphed into something stern did he cower, eyes blowing into saucers, even if you think they couldn’t get any bigger.

“no?” you repeated, tone no longer the soft coo that made your pretty baby’s head spin as he begged for more.

“sorry, ‘m sorry, please!” he quickly scrambled to apologize, trying to sit up onto his elbows until you shoved him back down by a hand on his chest; a drawn out whine slipping his lips as his back hit the mattress again. “please, i’m sorry! i- i didn’t mean it, please—”

you pressed your cock right against his sweet spot, making your pretty boy let out a garbled moan as his back arched up off of the mattress. you were quick to push him back down and tower over him, leaning in to whisper into his ear.

“you know i don’t like it when you raise your voice,” you said. “maybe i’ll have to remind you how to speak to me.”

scaramouche, gorou, blade, heizou, venti, kaveh, childe, kaeya, itto

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Ugh , big men who are bigger than their partners , big men who are revered for their almost inhumane size, big men who can take dicks bigger than their size . Big men who wear the most feminine lingerie. Big men who whine and beg for attention even though their far bigger than you. Big men who moan out that they'll have your babies . Big men who are your submissive toys to use

Your fav<3

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< Imagine... >

>> Being a stay at home spouse for your darling husband. Sure it’s not the life you imagined, but you’re happy nonetheless. Besides, it’s quite nice to see him light up whenever you visit their work for lunch.

Still, it’s hard not to worry when your lover comes home, all exhausted and worried. Even if some of it bleeds away from your soothing touches. This just won’t do at all!

So it’s not a big stretch to say that you two arrange a more... different kind of relaxation together.

Nowadays, when your husband comes home, he doesn’t have to think about work at all. It’s become routine now, cooking his favorites. Soft touches exchanged at the table as you fed him bites of each other’s meals.

It’s all so, wonderfully domestic. Until the curtains are drawn, and you both retire to your shared bedroom. Eager for what was next.

Here, your beloved doesn’t have to think! All he needs to worry about is feeling good, and making you feel good. Babbling out the cutest pleas and whines of; “Mnh- please- harder!” and “Closecloseclose- love ple~ase!” As you rutted into him like a wild animal, fat cock carving him open until he fit you perfectly.

Orgasm after orgasm is wrung out of him, until he’s sobbing. And he’ll take more, even as his legs feel like nothing, even when he feels like he’s going to pass out. Because he’s just your darling pet! Your favorite, dumb slut. Made just to be yours, and you for him.

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