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[onemillionvolts]

genshin men + more random drabbles

18+. MDNI. some more themeless little drabbles cause they're so fun to write

ft. diluc, tighnari, childe, scaramouche, xiao

warnings: fem!reader, oral sex(m. receiving), fingering, dry humping(kinda), rough sex, spanking, creampie, degradation(use of "whore"), edging, orgasm denial

☆ DILUC

diluc is always monumentally busy, it makes you feel so bad for him. running the winery is no simple task, and it often leaves him exhausted at the end of the day. luckily, that's where you come in. you support diluc in every single way you can, whether that be helping him out at work, doing things at home, or, your personal favorite, sucking him off at the end of every stressful day.

diluc lies in bed, watching with tired cherry eyes as you practically fawn over his cock, licking up the underside of his shaft before finally taking the swollen pink tip of it between your lips, inching down his impressive length until he hits the back of your throat. you take him so well, and it's like his deep, drawn-out groans are a challenge for you to do even better, to deepthroat him like your life depends on it.

a hand combs through his long red locks, his breaths heavy as you sloppily bob your head up and down on his cock, eyes peering deep in his own glossy ones as he gets closer, hips pushing upwards as he cums, the only warning being a deep grunt of your name as he spills his seed deep inside your mouth... you swallow every last drop, of course.

☆ TIGHNARI

tighnari plays with your cunt for his own pleasure. there's just something about it all that makes him so happy, that gives him peace of mind. your pretty sounds, the way you move, and how your cunt feels against his fingers just drives him crazy.

his delicate fingertips travel up your folds, rubbing your clit with such grace—not that you've learned to expect anything less from tighnari. everything he does is so precise, so careful, especially when it comes to you. his soft touches are enough to make you squirm, to make your back arch, his name spilling from your lips.

his fingers slide past your entrance once you're closer, your slick allowing easy access for his digits. the way he expertly pumps his fingers into your soaking cunt is heavenly, especially paired with the way he thumbs at your clit. it isn't long before you're grabbing onto his arm for dear life as he fingers you through your orgasm, a playful smile on his face as you tighten around his digits.

☆ CHILDE

ajax loves to take advantage of how needy you are for him, he puts you through these sick games before he so much as thinks about giving you what you're so desperate for. he makes you strip down naked as he lies in bed, only in his gray slacks. and before he takes them off and frees his aching cock, he makes you hump him through his pants.

"the messier these get, the better," he coos, watching in awe as you glide your glistening cunt along the outline of his cock, eyes glossy with lust as you grind against him, dampening the fabric of his slacks, just like he loves. in fact, tartaglia can't even stop himself from grinding up against you.

"fuck, babydoll, gonna make me cum in my pants..." ajax sheepishly slurs, equally aroused and amused as you continue to shamelessly hump him, your hips continuing to roll as you grind on him through your orgasm. and fuck, he can't hold back either, not after the way you moan his name like that—he finishes in his pants without an ounce of shame.

☆ SCARAMOUCHE

scara is balls deep inside of your tight cunt, and entirely feeding off of the way that you're moaning and whining out for him. you started off on all fours, but it doesn't take long for your arms to give, the male's thrusts far too brutal for you to retain your strength. being soft is barely in scaramouche's vocabulary, especially when it comes to fucking you.

his hand crashes down on your ass, multiple times as he fucks into you with no sign of remorse, his thick cock stretching you out with each slam of his hips. "fuck, such a good little whore for me.." he babbles, indigo eyes panned down to watch how his cock disappears into your cunt every time he rocks his hips forward against you.

your frantic words, announcing your impending orgasm, are swallowed up and muffled by the pillow that your face buries in, slurring out a wail of his name as you cum around his cock, his pace still overwhelming in the best possible way. scara's firm hands grip onto your ass as he cums, halting his thrust at its apex to cum as deep inside of you as he can, accompanied by a deep rasp of your name.

☆ XIAO

your legs are thrown over xiao's shoulders as he pounds into you, the regular blank expression that usually adorns his face nowhere to be found—instead, his eyes are half-lidded and cloudy with lust, mouth agape as he fucks you like there's no tomorrow, hips unrelenting as you clench around his cock.you're so close, but much like each time previous that you approached your climax, xiao can tell.. and with a sinister smirk, he stops all motion of his hips, dead in his tracks, depriving you of your orgasm yet again.

"please," you whine, voice shaky and tired from moaning and sobbing out his name so much. "'please' what?" he spits back, perfectly content to let his stiff cock rest inside you. "please.. need to cum," you whimper out, giving him the best doe eyes you possibly can. he's been edging you for the better part of half an hour at this point, and it's unbearable. he huffs without another word spoken, hips picking up right where they left off.

xiao's cock glides against your walls effortlessly, his hands holding your hips steady as he fucks into you. the swollen head of his length drags against your sweet spot with each thrust, and it isn't long before it sends you past the point of no return—after so long of being denied, you cum around xiao's cock, letting out an exaggerated moan of his name as your walls clamp around his girth.

[onemillionvolts]

genshin men + random drabbles

18+. MDNI. forgive me for being this down bad. i am very sick and i wanted to write without a certain theme.

ft. venti, kaeya, dainsleif, zhongli, heizou

warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), mean kaeya :(, creampie, cockwarming, pussy slapping, spit, desk sex

☆ VENTI

venti is bubbly as ever as he goes down on you, eyes lidded as his kisses lead down your stomach, peppering along your bare thighs, lips finally landing on your cunt after what feels like an eternity. his kisses meet your clit before he begins to suck at your sensitive bud, grinning slightly against your drooling cunt as he listens to your frequent moans—music to his ears, truly.

venti's lips trail down, his tongue acquainting itself with your folds. it's in no time that he's completely drunk off of your taste, any rhythm he had to the motion of his tongue being entirely lost. his mouth is spastic, similar to everything else he does. venti mutters something against your soaked cunt, but there's no way to possible understand him.

all you can understand at this point is how good his mouth feels, how his mouth collecting your juices guides you closer to your orgasm. your thighs wrap firm around his head as each lewd swipe of his tongue coaxes you further towards your climax, until it all finally lets loose—your back arches as you cum on venti's tongue. he sees it as his reward—as he laps up every little drop, only coming away from your cunt once he's done so—his reward for pleasing you like a good boyfriend should.

☆ KAEYA

"just the tip," kaeya tells you. those three sugar-coated words are the catalyst to make you bend over the bed for him, allowing kaeya to tug your panties down and push the tip of his cock into your cunt. you grip the sheets, a soft moan coming from your lips. "kae, you said..." you stammer, interrupted by a throaty chuckle. "that is just the tip, princess."

"buuuut..." he trails off, watching you writhe under him with a grin as he pushes his hips forward, inching more of his cock into you. "how could i resist?" he muses with faux sincerity. not that you can complain, instantly clenching around him as he begins to fuck into you. kaeya's hands take a firm grip of your hips as his hips stroke, his thick cock stretching you out so perfectly, molding your gummy walls around it like he did every single time.

"went from 'just the tip' to letting me finish inside, right?" kaeya teases as he fucks you, your back arched and eyes squeezing shut as his cock drags along your walls. all you can do is mewl out a weak 'yes' as you cum on his cock, arms giving out as your upper body falls to the mattress, giving kaeya the leverage to fuck you as he pleases, only stopping when he's pumped your cunt full of his warm seed.

☆ DAINSLEIF

dain is buried balls deep inside of you, and yet the both of you are so incredibly needy. with his hips stalled, the blond watches your body contort and squirm, eyes silently begging, pleading for him to do anything. unfortunately for you, dainsleif has far too much restraint—so his hips don't move, not one bit.

he gives you a few seconds of mercy as you cockwarm him, letting you needily grind your hips against his, but your fun is soon brought to a screeching halt as dain grabs your hips in his firm hands, holding you in place and drawing an exaggerated moan from your lips. "that's it...nice and still, love."

his face is stoic, the light dust of pink over his cheeks being the only tell, the only tell that he's just as desperate as you are. dain's cock twitches with need inside you, his occasional growns deepening as he tightens his already harsh grip on your hips. he leans in, close, expression burning in arousal. "i need to take you...right now."

☆ ZHONGLI

zhongli simply can't help himself. he can't help himself, not when your cunt is so pretty on display for him, dripping wet and looking like a goddamn masterpiece in his eyes. his fingers run along your folds, pointer and index pushing past your entrance, before pulling out. he admires your slick on his fingers through half-lidded eyes.

his digits part your folds, his gentle touches making you even wetter, even more aroused and desperate for zhongli to do something. instead, he spits on your soaked cunt, causing your walls to clench around nothing. "so gorgeous.." his silky voice groans as he spits again.

his hand ghosts over your weeping pussy, before lightly coming down on it, slapping your cunt with a partially cupped hand a few times... never too harsh, just enough to create a light jolt of satisfaction. by now, zhongli's eyes are wide with wonder and arousal as he continues to toy with your poor cunt.. maybe if you're lucky, he'll realize just how badly his cock aches with need and put it to use.

☆ HEIZOU

heizou is entirely in control as he bends you over his desk, hands running over the curves of your ass. he flips your skirt up with ease, fingers curling under the hem of your panties and pulling them down in one fell swoop. "i can't believe it took me this long to bend you over my desk," heizou remarks as you hear the jangling of his belt, and are soon met with his tip against the entrance of your cunt.

you grip the edge of his desk as he pushes into you, not stopping until he bottoms out with a low groan. he wastes no time in burying his hips against yours, hands firm on your ass, fingertips digging into your soft flesh. "so wet 'n tight f'me," heizou praises, his breath heavy against your neck as he fucks into you with vigor.

your cunt is sucking him in so well, so well that he has to place a palm on the desk to stabilize himself as he thrusts back and forth, your sopping wet cunt inviting his thick cock in with each rut of his hips. fuck, he can't hold back—neither can you.. it's without warning that you cum on heizou's cock, squeezing tight on his length which causes him to release deep inside of you, painting your gummy walls with his hot seed.

[onemillionvolts]

tighnari + marathon sex

18+. MDNI. being that we're less than a week away from HIM. it's short but i had to write a tiny little drabble... i need him so bad.

warnings: fem!reader, modern au, implied multiple orgasms, mating press, creampie, mutual overstim

neither of you have any clue of the time. that became irrelevant hours ago; the fact that it's nearly three in the morning surely won't stop the two of you at this point.

everything is lit in dark green, the color of tighnari's mood lighting. it adds to the aura, somehow. it only accents the magic of seeing him under you, riding his cock with reckless abandon. the delicious feeling of his length filling you to the brim is familiar by now; the two of you have been going for so long that it feels like second nature.

he's so pretty under you. his cheeks are stained with tears from being overstimulated, as are yours. his hair is a mess, his eyes are glazed over, and there's a small bit of saliva running down his lip. yet, he still looks like a work of art in your eyes, his forest green hoodie tugged up past his abdomen and bunched at his chest.

his sounds gel with your own, his deep groans pairing with your higher pitched moans as you ease yourself up and down on his cock, creating a symphony of lewd noises.

his cock stretches your sensitive walls with each thrust, the mixture of both his and your cum acting as a lubricant for his length to bottom out inside you with ease, every movement of your hips creating a perfect friction.

"fuck, need to..." tighnari's soft voice manages, hoarse from being so vocal throughout the night. he doesn't bother to finish his sentence, only taking you by the hips, fluidly flipping the two of you over, placing himself on top.

despite his physical exhaustion, tighnari has the strength to fold you up into a mating press, hips slamming against yours with no mercy. "fuck.. y/n, fuck, fuck..." the word repeats verbatim from his soft lips, lips that connect with yours as he slams into you.

his every breath is labored, but there's still lust in his glossy eyes as the two of you get closer to your climaxes—you've long lost count of how many times both of you have cum tonight. tighnari's cock sinks into your sloppy cunt with each press of his hips, his deep groans reverberating against your lips as he kisses you, only pulling away when he's in desperate need of breath.

beads of sweat dribble down his forehead, his hair stuck to his face as he looks down at you, jaw slacked as he gets closer with every single thrust. but he holds off, he holds off until you hit your peak, until your legs wrap tight, so fucking tight around his tired hips. the way his name comes from your lips in a fucked-out scream, that's what gets him off for the umpteenth time.

"'nna cum in this pretty fucking pussy, fu–fuuuuckkkk..."

tighnari's eyes roll into the back of his head as he cums, his seed spilling inside you yet again, the male's body going almost entirely limp once he rides out his orgasm inside you.

the two of you stay like that for a little while. you're not sure whether it's to enjoy the feeling, or if you're both too tired to move. you decide that it's somewhere in between.

[onemillionvolts]

genshin men + dom!reader

18+. MDNI.

ft. kazuha, childe, cyno, diluc, tighnari

warnings: fem!reader, handjob, cum eating, slapping + choking(m. receiving), creampie, pegging, copious usage of "good boy", oral sex(m. receiving + f. receiving (separate)), overstimulation,

☆ KAZUHA

kazuha's eyes are half-lidded as you take his aching cock in your hands, its head swollen pink and tip beading precum. his groans are soft as he digs his fingertips into the mattress, trying his best to keep an eye on the way you handle his cock, delicately stroking up and down. you lean in to kiss his neck, which he eagerly cranes to give you easy access.

his cock twitches as you nip at his neck, hips stuttering up against the expert touch of your hand. you squeeze kazuha's cock as you jerk it up and down, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as a result. he bends and breaks so easily under your touch, it's a sight to behold—in fact, he's already panting, bucking his hips up and fucking up into your hand. you thumb your hand over his tip with a smirk, causing a whine to leave his mouth.

"gonna cum f'me, pretty boy?" you tease into his ear, met with a vigorous nod. kazuha's cock twitches in your hand as you jerk it, a few soft slurs of your name coming from him. his legs squeeze together as he gets closer, breaths growing labored as he finally cums, your hand milking him for all he's worth. you watch in awe as his seed shoots onto your hand and his own bare stomach—you can't help but bring your hand to your mouth to get a taste of his release.

☆ CHILDE

ajax watches with amused eyes as you ride him, his signature cocky grin burnt into his expression. "hmm, that all you got?" he mocks. "if you're gonna top me, you better give it your all," the male challenges, licking his lips. you can tell exactly what it means from his smug look, an expression that's unwavering despite you riding his cock with great enthusiasm. ajax is telling you there's no limits.

therefor, your hand takes place at his throat—his cock twitches inside you, and you can see the excitement in his eyes. he wiggles under you as you threaten pressure around his neck, before suddenly smacking him across the face, a sensation that you swear makes him a man depraved. all he can do is stutter out a 'more' as you tighten your grip around his throat.

you oblige as you continue to ride him like there's no tomorrow, his length rubbing up against your sweet spot every now and then, almost causing you to lose your train of thought... almost. you slap tartaglia across the face over and over, his eyes glossy from the lack of breath, your hand still firmly tight around his throat. his hands grip the sheets as he cums inside of you with no warning, legs shaking as his hips squirm... you have no intention of stopping, nor does he want you to.

☆ CYNO

cyno's eyes flutter shut as you ease the strap into him, lips parted to let out the sweetest of sounds, light moans from the combined pain and pleasure of being stretched out by the toy. even his breaths are shaky—it's such an unfamiliar sight, him in such a state as your arms are hooked under his knees, the strap finally bottoming out inside his tight hole.

you're gentle to him, waiting until he's given you the okay to start thrusting, the silicone cock moving in and out of him with each back and forth of your hips. cyno's a mess already, hands running through his hair as his cock aches with need, precum oozing out of his tip and pooling at his stomach. his legs shake as you use the toy to fuck into him, shameless moans spilling from his lips.

it's a magnificent sight, you think, abusing his tight ass with the strap as he sobs out moans of your name, needy as ever. "mmh, cyno," you hum, reaching a hand out to thumb at his cock as he already grows closer. "taking it so well... gonna be a good boy and cum for me?" cyno nods, only able to piece together words through desperate moans. "'m a good boy, 'nna cum, gonna..." he cuts himself off with a low groan of your name as he reaches his climax, spilling his hot cum over his stomach with more groans and whines.

☆ DILUC

it didn't start out this way, no. at first, you'd just wanted to suck diluc off—in fact, you were the one begging him. now it's quite the opposite, as the redhead alternates between hazy grunts of "too much," and "more," wholly indecisive. he's cum down your throat twice already, and finally caved, giving you complete control over him with your mouth alone.

his eyes slam shut as you twirl your tongue around his overstimulated tip, before taking his impressive length into your mouth and down your throat again. your hand moves to play with his balls as you sloppily suck him off, his cock coated in a mixture of his cum and your saliva, though you do your best to clean it up.

he's already close again, you can tell. his swollen cock twitches inside your mouth as you drag your tongue along the underside of it, a particularly deep groan leaving him. you push diluc's hips back onto the bed as he cums in your mouth for a third time, and you drink it up yet again. your lips come off of his cock with a pop, a devious smirk plastered on your lips. "give me one more, pretty boy. you can do it."

☆ TIGHNARI

you have him by his ears as he laps at your folds—his sensitive ears, just touching them makes tighnari flustered, makes him stumble and do whatever you wish him to do. his cock is rock hard in his pants as he eats you out, per your own command. his tongue strokes up and down your slick cunt, nose brushing against your clit as his mouth nuzzles against your folds.

you caress tighnari's soft, pliable ears, causing him to groan against your pussy. he swallows every last drop of your slick like it's his life force, his eyes glazed over as he savors your taste. you continue to rub your fingers up and down his ears, watching with amusement as he juts his hips in a futile attempt to relieve some of his pent-up arousal.

"fuck, tighnari, good boy..." you moan out, a hand moving from his ears to take a tight fistful of his hair, causing tighnari to groan softly. you roll your hips against his mouth, eyes half-lidding. "fuck, m' good boy, gonna cum..." you announce, thighs squeezing tight around his head as you do so, forcing him to lap up every last drop of your cum, which he does with full obedience, like the good boy he is.

[onemillionvolts]

18+. MDNI.

day one: bondage ~ scaramouche + f!reader

warnings: a little teasing

Kinkmas 2022 Masterlist

oh, what a lovely sight you are for the balladeer. sprawled out on the bed, not an article of clothing on you, all tied up and exposed for him. your arms are bound behind your back, legs forcefully parted by your ankles, tied to the posts at the bottom of the bed.

scaramouche can't help but admire you in this state, a product of his own doing, tying you up so perfectly—and he's ready to make use of it. you watch with burning desire in your eyes as he strokes his stiff cock in his hand, its tip oozing precum.

he steps forward, pressing the tip of his length to your glistening cunt. he lets out a scoff at your neediness as he pushes his cock past your entrance, all in one go, earning a shocked gasp from you.

"what? d'you expect me to take my time?" scara bites, the last three words coming out in a tone of sheer mockery. he wastes no time, hips rutting back and forth as he watches your body squirm, desperate to be released from your binds. alas, scaramouche has no intention of letting your limbs free, but he invites you to keep trying with a smirk.

"squirming so much," he grumbles, his thick cock stretching your walls with each forceful thrust. every rut of his hips makes you forget, if not only for a split second, that you're all tied up. your legs still struggle—only because you long to wrap them around your lover's waist, to pull him deeper into you, to have any sense of control over him.

but alas, you don't have control, and scara revels in that. he also basks in the sweet sounds you make, those that you try to hide by biting your cheek, but come flowing out anyways. "hmm, right there?" he coos after hitting a spot that elicits a particularly strong reaction from you. you frantically nod, and he proceeds to hammer in on that spot, as if it's his driving force.

you're still shifting your arms around behind your back, the discomfort numbed by scaramouche's length bullying your cunt, constantly rubbing against your sweet spot. your legs shake, sore from being held up in the air for so long. he only laughs in response, giving you a cocky "what, tired already?"

the quiver of your legs only increases as he continues to pump his cock in and out of your cunt, his thrusts deep enough to make you see stars. your orgasm is quickly sneaking up on you, moans gradually picking up in speed and intensity, perfectly aligning with scaramouche's unholy thrusts.

a flurry of words leave your lips at once, all indicating to the harbinger that you're already approaching your climax. "mmm, if that's the case, i guess 'm getting two from you, yeah?" he hums—so nonchalant, yet it sends a shiver down your spine.

your climax hits suddenly, cunt tightening around scara's cock as he fucks you through your release, now playing with your clit to bring you to new heights.

he gives you no break when you come down from your high, continuing to slam himself into you with no remorse. with his unoccupied hand, he slaps your thigh lightly. "tell me, d'you want me to untie you?" you nod, still hazy from your heavenly climax.

he snickers in response, and you swear you can feel him fuck into you faster. "too bad."

he keeps on stretching your sensitive walls with his cock, thumbing your clit as well. you squirm against him more, trying to untie your arms by yourself, to no avail.

"cum on my cock again and i'll think about untying you." he declares, now steadily approaching his own climax. he locks in on that sweet spot of yours again, working your body like only he knows how to.

he cums with a low growl, his hot seed painting your walls white—it's enough to send you past your own limit again, clamping down on his length with a shaky moan of his name.

he pulls out shortly after, grinning at the sight of his cum slowly flowing from your entrance.

"i think i'll keep you like this for a bit longer..."

[onemillionvolts]

diluc + wall sex

18+. MDNI. can you tell i'm compensating for how long i went without writing? oh well i hope you enjoy regardless. diluc is such an ultra hottie

warnings: fem!reader, wall sex, size kink, praise, clothed sex, creampie

diluc towers over you; he's tall, toned, and intimidating to most. not you, however—instead of being intimidated by diluc, you find a certain warm comfort in him, in knowing that there's no lengths he wouldn't go to in order to keep you safe.

but you'd be a liar if you said that was all you felt when you look at him...

because diluc ragnvindr is fucking hot. so hot that you're already weak at the knees from him pinning you against the wall, those gorgeous cherry visionaries peering into your own eyes, sending shivers down your spine.

the two of you have places to be, but neither of you care. neither of you care about the event being hosted right outside of the storage closet.

he combs a few strands of his vibrant red hair out of his face, before his hands track down from the wall, taking you by the hips and lifting you up with complete ease. his hands cradle around your ass to hold you up against the wall, craning his neck forward to slam his lips on yours.

soon enough, the force of diluc's hips replaces his hands holding you up, the outline of his cock pushing against your core to pin you to the flat surface as his tongue dances inside your mouth, his hands moving to hold yours against the wall.

never one to forego taking what's his, the redhead's hands are on the move again, gliding up your skirt and pulling your panties down just enough, before tugging his slacks and underwear down to his lower thighs, freeing his aching cock.

his arms hook under your legs, pushing them further against you as he teases the tip of his cock against your glistening cunt, glint of desire burning in his picturesque eyes.

you grip onto his shoulders as he sheaths his thick cock into you, bottoming out in one single thrust. tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you slowly adjust to his length, comforted by diluc's sweet hums and sighs of satisfaction, along with his soft coos of 'good girl.'

you give him a soft nod to indicate that you're ready, and he eases into it. his hips move back and forth, back and forth, at an adaptable pace, pleasured sounds escaping the both of you as he thrusts.

they soon pick up in pace, though, and he's fucking you against the wall in the most erotic way possible, his thick cock bullying its way into your cunt with no mercy.

"you're such a good girl," diluc grumbles into your ear as he rams into you, "your sweet little pussy takes my cock perfectly, you're doing so well."

his sensual, encouraging words cause you to grow even wetter around his length, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he thrusts into you so perfectly, cock stretching your walls so deliciously with each stroke.

he fucks into you like there's no tomorrow, feeding off of your sounds as his hips slam against the back of your thighs, his hands steadying your hips as his cock sinks deep into you.

"master diluc, gonna...'m gonna.." you helplessly babble out, hands still having a tight grip on his shoulders.

"i am too.." he retorts, eyes never once leaving your fucked-out face as the two of you get closer to your orgasms. yours comes suddenly, hits you like a ton of bricks as you cum around his cock, walls of your cunt wrapping around his length.

diluc lets out a breathy groan of your name as he cums deep inside you, continuing to thrust as he rides out his orgasm, pushing his cum deeper and deeper inside your depths.

both of you spend a few moments there, looking into each other's eyes. he pulls out once his cock softens, pulling your underwear back up to prevent his cum from leaking out of you, before tugging his own pants up.

"you're divine, y/n.. now, let us return to the festivities, yes?"

[onemillionvolts]

18+. MDNI.

day two: pegging ~ diluc + f!reader

warnings: sub diluc/dom reader, u call him "good boy"

Kinkmas 2022 Masterlist

"aww, master diluc..." you chide, licking your lips as you take in the sight of him on all fours atop the bed—a sight so unfamiliar, as usually it's you in his position, and he in yours.

you hum as you lube up the strap-on, only wishing you could see diluc's face. you can only imagine that it's as red and vibrant as his hair, flushed with embarrassment as you see him in such a vulnerable state. you smack his ass, hard, pulling a harsh grunt from his lips.

you press the tip of the lubed up strap to his ass, pushing in inch by inch. slow enough as not to hurt him too badly—the sting it causes is evident from your boyfriend's sharp inhales. tears roll down his cheeks, his hands balled up into fists as you finally bottom out.

"you take it so well, diluc," you affirm, hands kneading at his ass as you wait for him to give you the clearance to proceed.

"you can move," he chokes out, still incredibly flustered from this entire experience. you do aa he says, beginning to rut your hips back and forth, watching as the sillicone cock disappears into his hole, accompanied by low groans from diluc.

you reach around his waist as you fuck into him, wrapping your hand around his achingly hard cock, beginning to stroke it up and down, using his precum as lubricant for his length. his ass squirms against you as he slowly but surely gives in, moving his hips against you at the rhythm of each thrust.

not wanting to leave a hand unoccupied, you lean forward to take a fistful of his hair, pulling it back to the sound of a delighted, almost whorish, groan from diluc. "enjoying this a lot, hmm? good boy."

he is, there's no hiding it; his hips are directly in tune with yours, his cock is rock hard as you stroke it, and his sounds are heavensent.

he hisses as you tug back on his hair—it makes his cock twitch in your hand, even. you watch as diluc's ass bounces against the strap with every thrust, his walls tight around it while you fuck him, using no less than the same intensity and fervor he uses when he's the one in control; it's only fair, right?

you surely won't find diluc complaining, no, he's far too busy moaning and groaning from the immense amount of pleasure you're giving him. you're driving him crazy, this he's quite certain of. the way you fuck into him with the toy is addicting, especially combined with how you stroke his cock. he never thought that he would like this so much—now he feels like he can't possibly get enough of the sensation.

he can sense his arms about to give out, and you can see them wobble out of the corner of your eye. once they do, you release the grip you had on his hair, sending diluc plummeting face first onto the mattress. the comforter under him muffles his moans as you slam into him, still expertly handling his cock, jerking him off almost absentmindedly, yet to him, it's perfect.

diluc can feel himself growing closer as he raises his hips higher, giving you a new angle to fuck him in. tears and drool stain the bed under him as you rail his tight hole, his low moans flowing from him like a waterfall.

his breaths pick up in intensity as he gets close, finding it to be a miracle that he's even lasted this long. he tries to alert you of his incoming orgasm, but it comes out as muffled nonsense against the mattress. you're able to sense it anyways, the way his cock twitches and hips stutter are good enough tells.

you stroke his length faster, moving your hips against his with more speed as well, wanting to give diluc the best orgasm he could possibly dream of.

and you achieve that with relative ease as he cums, seed shooting from his tip like a fountain onto your hand and the bedsheets. you fuck him through his climax, only pulling the strap out once he's entirely collapsed onto his side, eventually gathering the strength to turn over to his back and face you.

all the shyness and embarrassment from before is nonexistent in his expression. his actions reflect this as well, as he parts his own thighs, parting his lips to speak.

"again."

[onemillionvolts]

18+. MDNI.

day three: hate sex ~ dottore + f!reader

warnings: degradation, finger sucking

Kinkmas 2022 Masterlist

it's shameful how you both keep coming back.

no matter your burning hatred for the fatui, for everything dottore stands for. his hatred for your goals, your aspirations, the way you go about your life... all of that hatred brings the two of you back together, tangled in each other's presence.

he scoffs at how you welcome him with spread legs, your eyes lidded with lust as he rubs his cock along your slick entrance.

"your morals always fall through when i have you like this." dottore scolds, despite knowing deep down that he's equally guilty. "shut up," you bite back, but find yourself silenced once he pushes his cock into you, bottoming out with one forward motion of his hips.

you bite your lip to stifle a moan, but your sounds come out in no time as he begins to fuck into you, hooking his hands under your legs as he thrusts.

"fuck, keep making those sounds and you may actually be tolerable," he grumbles—you feel far to good to make any retort, despite desperately wanting to. dottore's degrading words only make you wetter around his thick cock, which you're so familiar with after so many times. it's the last time every time, until it isn't.

he leans in, towering over you as he slams into you, hips anything but gentle as they crash against your own. "everything you stand for is undermined when you come here, you know that, right?" dottore spits, but is hastily interrupted by you pulling him in, lips colliding with his own.

you grind your hips against his thrusts as the two of you make out. both of you get off on the thrill of it; how badly you despise each other, yet neither of you hold the willpower to call it quits. you can't bring yourself to—no, not when he fucks you like this.

he pulls his lips from yours, much to your disappointment. you whine, but you're cut off by two of dottore's firm fingers slotting between your lips, forcing you to suck on them. you do, willingly, still bucking your hips against him as you do so.

you swirl your tongue around his fingers, calloused digits muffling your sounds as dottore fucks you like a man possessed, cock bullying your sobbing cunt with each thrust.

he's stunning as he leans over you, a true sight to behold. for a moment, it almost makes you forget that you hate him with all of your heart. after all, he sure as hell fucks you like he loves you.

it isn't long before you feel a certain tightness in your core, growing ever closer to your climax. you try to mutter this out against his fingers, but it's barely comprehensible.

dottore gets the gist, though, and takes it as an indication to fuck into you even deeper, pushing your legs forward to angle his length into you in the lewdest ways, pounding right into your sweet spot.

you cum with a hazy moan of dottore's name, cunt tightening around his cock while he fucks you through your orgasm, desperately seeking his own release.

and it comes with a harsh groan as he cums deep inside of you, not wasting a single drop, continuously thrusting as to push his cum as deep into you as possible before pulling out.

"now... get dressed and get out. i'll see you next time." dottore orders.

"there.. won't be a next time, prick," you retort, met with a huff.

"i can't even remember how many times you've said that."

[onemillionvolts]

scaramouche + degradation

18+. MDNI. sooo. how about those leaked voicelines huh?

warnings: f!reader, a lot of degradation/name calling—reader's discretion advised, oral sex (m. receiving), spit, facefucking

he'd be a sight to behold above you, if you had the privilege. instead, he's relegated you onto your knees, taking him in your mouth as best as you possibly can. however, your period of control is short-lived, as scaramouche takes you by either side of your head.

he eases his stiff cock between your lips at first, giving you a false sense of security as his hands comb through your hair. with no further warning, he takes fistfuls of your hair, hips rutting back and forth as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, your eyes welling with tears as he takes over. "do it right, fucking slut."

"worthless little fucking insect," scara scoffs, forcing his cock down your throat with each thrust. he does nothing to hide the deep, drawn-out groans that flow from his lips, although he'd love to mute himself and just listen to you gagging on his cock.

it's instant when he pulls his length from your mouth, so sudden that you nearly choke on your own breath. he merely huffs at this, his indigo eyes showing anything but mercy as he glares down at you. "tongue out, slut."

you blissfully obey, eyes wide as you look up at him, sticking your tongue out. scara smirks at your willingness, kneeling ever so slightly before spitting in your mouth, multiple times. "swallow."

you can't help but to rub your thighs together at the sensation; not only of scaramouche using your mouth so brutally, but his dehumanizing words. he spits on you again—this time, it ebbs down your cheek, past your jaw.

you oblige, swallowing all of his saliva with every single time he blesses you with it. his eyes are narrowed, judging your every move as you let him degrade you in such a way.

he rises over you once again, hand gripping the base of his cock. he rubs his tip over your lips, precum spreading along your mouth before you open up to take him in again. "such an obedient cockwhore.." he snickers, fucking into your mouth again as if he'd never stopped.

one of scara's hands rakes through his purple locks, grabbing a handful as he abuses your throat. "you're getting off to this, aren't you? sick little freak..." he grumbles, watching as you helplessly drool around his cock, letting him use you for his own pleasure and amusement.

he's growing closer, you can tell by the way his grunts and groans pick up in pace. profanities leave his lips at the apex of every rough thrust into your mouth, cock twitching between your lips as you take every last inch of it down your throat.

you needily whine around his cock, causing scara to spit on your face again in response, "quit wailing, you insect. pipe down and drink every last drop."

he cums with a deep, throaty groan, his hot seed spilling down your throat as his hips slowly come to a halt. he keeps his cock buried in your mouth for a moment, just to take in the visual of your lips around it. scaramouche snickers as he pulls his length from your mouth, still hard and impressive as ever, slicked in a coat of your saliva.

"such a pretty little whore you are... now, get those clothes off and show me how fucking wet that made you, you sicko."

[onemillionvolts]

— on the second floor —

18+. MDNI. my lil entry for @bluexiao & @anantaru 's sweet & spice collab! this was super fun <33

kaeya alberich + f!reader

warnings: public sex, fingering, voyeurism mention(?), creampie / wc: 2.1k

you can't help but watch in awe as kaeya sheaths his sword back into its holster. his breath is heavy, yet he looks as if he's barely broken a sweat, despite fending off the entire horde of hilichurls on his own.

he looks like he was pulled straight out of a bard's tale, or cinematic painting; the way the setting sun beams down on him is akin to a spotlight, one that's very well deserved. finally, kaeya turns his attention back to you, back to the walk you two had been enjoying before the rude interruption of hilichurls. it's like the attack never happened, with how nonchalant kaeya is about the whole situation.

"you know, y/n, we make a pretty good team." he mentions, hands stuffing in his pockets. you can't tell the tone of his statement—knowing kaeya, it should be sarcastic, especially considering the fact that you didn't do anything in the prior conflict. but it doesn't sound sarcastic; in fact, it sounds very genuine, something that isn't all too common from the cavalry captain. you tilt your head up at him, offering a retort.

"what do you mean? i didn't even do anything, you had them all beat by the time i even got my weapon out..."

he shrugs, offering you a soft chortle and a smile to pair with it. "well... it's the thought that counts!" he asserts with a nod. "anyways, anyways, what's a good victory without a reward? why don't we go celebrate at the angel's share?"

you can't stifle the giggle that comes from you—kaeya's so predictable, and it's endearing to you. you nod with a soft curve of your lips, taking ahold of kaeya's hand as the two of you make your way to the tavern. it's packed, as is normal for the angel's share, patrons with varying levels of sobriety inhabiting the first floor of the establishment.

hand-in-hand with you, kaeya struts up to the bar, using his free hand to fish in his pocket for some spare mora. "we'll have two death after noons, keep the change." he announces, setting the small stack of mora on the flat surface in front of him. as the bartender prepares the beverages, kaeya turns to you. "a little crowded down here, no? why don't we head to the second floor?"

"that sounds good," you respond with a hum, entirely ignorant to kaeya's ulterior motive. the second floor of angel's share is rarely occupied; the place is big enough that the first floor is perfect to accomodate everyone. so with a little privacy, kaeya figures... what reason is there to not reward you for always sticking by him through thick and thin?

your drinks are ready after a few moments of waiting, and kaeya takes one in each hand. he ushers you up to the second floor of the tavern, which, lo and behold, is entirely devoid of patrons. kaeya smirks at this fact, bringing the drinks to a table. one that's riiiight in the corner, perfect to be hidden away, to blend in should anyone decide to come wandering upstairs. kaeya sits down in the booth, patting the seat next to him, giving you the rightaway to sit beside him.

"darling?"

he muses, earning a questioning "hmm," in response from you.

"do you know why i wanted to come up here?" he interrogates, sickly sweet smirk plastered on his pretty lips. you shake your head, looking quizically at him as you take a sip of your drink. kaeya's firm hand moves to your inner thigh, eyes narrowing with impure intent.

he leans in, close, his lips mere inches away from your ear. "so i can fuck you right here in this booth, of course."

your cheeks heat up, and you part your thighs a little further. kaeya's hand travels up your skirt, grazing over your clothed cunt with a cheeky grin. "you deserve it after that encounter earlier." his tone is lower than it was before, sending shivers down your spine and causing your cunt to grow slicker. his middle finger lazily plays with your clit through your panties, a throaty chuckle emerging from him as you lean against his chest even more, his head craning to nuzzle against yours.

kaeya's fingers peel your panties to the side, a soft 'fuck' escaping him as his digits make contact with your bare, messy cunt. he revels in how wet you already are for him, how softly you whimper when he teases a finger against your slit. you let out a gasp as he finally pushes a digit in, following up with a second one soon after.

his fingers pump in and out of you, soft moans of pleasure spilling from your lips—that is, until kaeya's own lips connect with yours, practically shoving his tongue into your mouth. it's sloppy, as is the way he fingers you, pushing his digits into your needy cunt, curling them, just so he can make you squirm. your walls are soaked around his fingers, sensitive and slick as he fingers you, continuing to share a heated embrace as well.

your eyes squeeze shut as kaeya's fingers tease your insides, calculated as they go back and forth, his tongue swirling around yours over and over. you manage a "please," against his lips, your hand grazing over the significant bulge in his pants, the outline of his already stiff cock not leaving much to the imagination.

"please what?" kaeya teases, smirking against your lips as he curls his fingers again, drawing a soft shudder from you. he pulls his lips from yours, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you. "need... need you," is all that you can whine out, cut off by a shaky moan as kaeya's thumb rubs against your clit.

you let out a small gasp when he pulls his calloused fingers from your depths, feeling rather empty as he tugs at the fabric of your panties with those same digits. you know exactly what he's instructing—in your desperate state, you don't dare to disobey for even one second. as you slip your panties down your quaking thighs, kaeya is quick to undress himself just enough; unbuckling his belt at a speed you didn't even know he was capable of, tugging his pants and underwear down to his lower thighs, just enough to free his aching cock, stood tall and twitching with need.

of course, you're well aware of what to do—you shift yourself onto his lap, needily grinding against his stiff cock, leaking with precum. kaeya takes you by your hips, so very gentle as he lowers you onto his cock, inch by inch. "go on, you can take it.. be a good girl for me, okay?" he coos, sweet as ever in your ear. "see," he hums after finally bottoming out inside of your tight cunt, "we make a perfect team, right?"

the smirk on his face is smug, but you barely even notice it. your eyes are glossed over as you adjust to his throbbing length, hips needily squirming against his grasp. once you're settled on his cock, kaeya begins to guide your hips up and down, taking complete control—not that you mind. your hands move to the edge of the table behind you, careful as to not knock down the untouched drinks that rest on the flat surface. kaeya has complete control of you, his hands' grip is tight on your hips as he brings you down on his cock, expression lit up with lust as he handles you with such expertise.

his hips begin to move up against you every time he lowers yours, fucking up into you, which only heightens the sensation. your moans are soft, soft enough to be drowned out by the clamoring and loud chatter of tavern customers below you. the both of you are thankful for it—the sheer amount of noise blankets any sounds that may indict you two, whether it be your moans, the occasional grunt that slips kaeya's lips, or the delicious squelch of his cock bullying your slick walls.

a whimper of kaeya's name flows from your mouth, one which prompts the knight to lean in, devilish look still adorning his face. "shh shh, wouldn't want to get caught, would you? hmm.. maybe you would?" he teases, cock still gliding against your gummy walls with each upward thrust. you bite down on your lip, trying to prevent any more potentially noticeable sounds from coming out. in spite of your best efforts, you can't stop the occasional moan that escapes you when kaeya's hips jerk upward just right—you thank the archons for the loud clamoring coming from downstairs, giving the two of you as much cover as you need.

still, you're cautious with your sounds as you grind against kaeya's thrusts, eyes struggling to stay opened and focused on him, the satisfaction he brings you with each thrust becoming too much to bear.

it isn't long before his hands cradle your ass, and he flips the two of you around; you're now lying on the booth with kaeya atop you, and he's in full control. the strokes of his hips are deep, they're something you'd expect in the comfort of your own bed with him, not in a booth in the angel's share. it feels too good for you to care, though, his cock seemingly pushing deeper into you with each flawless thrust. his breaths grow heavier with each slam of his hips, though the burning lust in his eyes never falters. your legs wrap tight around kaeya's hips, pulling him even deeper into you—he finds this quite amusing, just how needy you are for him, despite your surroundings.

"someone could catch us at any moment," he chimes into your ear, not daring to stop the lewd back-and-forth of his hips, "and yet here you are, so desperate for more..." kaeya continues as if he's not guilty of the same offense that he teases you for; there's nothing he'd rather be doing right now than burying himself balls deep into your weeping cunt, even in public. it shouldn't turn him on as much as it does, but he can't help how he thinks about it—the thought of someone walking in on him fucking you in such a way, it sends him into a spiral.

"taking it like such a good girl," kaeya praises, voice low and slightly strained as he tries to deny himself of what he knows is inevitable—he can feel himself getting close, but he so badly wants to prolong the moment. your legs are shaky, barely maintaining the tight wrap around his thighs... not that it matters anyways, though, kaeya's thrusts would be divine either way.

as you get closer to your own release, you find it more and more difficult to suppress your sinful noises, a few drawn-out moans accidentally breaching your lips. "shh shh, babygirl," kaeya grumbles into your ear, his own voice unsteady as he continues sinking his cock deep into you, "wouldn't want to get caught now, would you? then all of mondstadt would surely know our dirty little secret..."

the risk only turns you on further, your walls slick around kaeya's cock as he thrusts in and out, stretching you perfectly with every rut of his hips. his lips meet yours, muffling your soft moans and preventing any sounds from leaving him. with every stroke, both of you inch ever closer to your much-needed releases, bodies growing warmer as they press against each other.

you simply can't take it any longer, cumming around kaeya's cock with no warning, your walls wrapping around his girth as you grind against him, his thrusts only propelling your orgasm to new heights.

"'nna cum," the groan against your lips is his only warning before he does, cumming deep inside of you with a long sigh, continuing to fuck you as he rides out his orgasm, not halting until the both of you are equally satisfied. only then does kaeya pull out, cheeks just as warm as yours as he tucks his softening cock back into his pants, stuffing a couple of fingers into you without notice, pushing his cum back inside you.

the cavalry captain's breath is heavy as he leans in, lips softly grazing your own. "that was fun, don't you agree?" he coos, face mere inches from yours as he looks you deep in your eyes. you can only give him a nod, too fucked out to manage a verbal response. he chortles in retort, "that's what i thought, sweetheart."

[onemillionvolts]

pussydrunk genshin men

MDNI. 18+.

pretty self explanatory; how they act when they're pussyddrunk ft. xiao, diluc, kaeya, and itto

warning: implied marathon sex, oral sex(f. receiving), creampie, pussyjob, premature ejaculation

☆ XIAO

xiao likes to think of himself as a rather level-headed person in most situations—one with a great amount of resolve. however, once he has you, it's shattered like glass. if you weren't always so busy getting pounded into the mattress, it'd be awfully fun to watch such a stoic man's resolve snap in an instant as he gets lost in you, eyes glazing over in lust as his hips slam against yours with vigor.

once he starts, he can't stop. the way your gummy walls hug his thick cock has xiao's brain fried, all other thoughts escaping him as he melts his lips against yours, hips meeting your own in a much less romantic, much more lewd way. with how regularly quiet xiao tends to be, hearing his deep, rough groans as he fucks into you. he fucks you until you can't go anymore, until you're sore with overstimulation, both of you damn near frozen from your overwhelming pleasure.

☆ DILUC

as much as he hates it, diluc is a man who can handle his alcohol when need be. how ironic it is that when he gets one taste of you, his mind is clouded with lust, and he simply can't get enough. once his head goes between your thighs, he feels like he could stay there forever.

his hands take a harsh, merciless grip on your thighs as he eats you out, fingertips digging deep into your flesh as his tongue glides up and down your folds, lapping up your slick. he absentmindedly grinds his cock against the mattress, trying to get himself off but unable to pull his lips from your addicting taste. he won't stop until you've cum on his lips at least twice.

☆ KAEYA

nothing gets kaeya going quite like being the reason you grow wetter and wetter; all for him. rubbing your clit with his thumb while his firm fingers pump in and out of you. he finds the squelch of your slick cunt around his digits to be absolutely intoxicating. the soft moans you let out as you clamp around his fingers make the experience all the better, he thinks.

by the time kaeya pushes his cock into you, you have him in the palm of your hand. he may be on top of you, but you're the one in control, his eyes pooled over with desire as he slams his hips against yours, everything around him disappearing as he fucks into your soaked little hole, babbling barely coherent words, praises of how well you're taking him, and how fucking good it feels.

☆ ITTO

c'mon. itto's default state is pussydrunk. it's always at LEAST in the back of his mind, those filthy thoughts of taking you and making you his right then and there, not caring about the scene it may make or who could possibly catch the two of you. itto would do unspeakable things just to touch you.

he's easy to please, too. he's far, far too low in his pit of obsessive lust by the time he has you, just rubbing the underside of his cock against your entrance, eyes lidded as he bites his lip to prevent groans from escaping him. his cock rubs your clit as he basically humps you.. and before you know it, arataki lets out a deep, animalistic groan as he cums unexpectedly onto your midriff, sheepish grin on his face.

[onemillionvolts]

— MERRY KINKMAS! —

i sure waited til the last moment for this... regardless, happy holidays! to celebrate the season, i'm serving up a dozen genshin drabbles in the days leading up to christmas, each with different characters and a different kink/theme !! enjoy !

it should go without saying, but this is all smut, minors do not interact.

12/2: bondage + scaramouche

12/4: pegging + diluc

12/7: hate sex + dottore

12/9: handjob + aether*

12/11: fingering + ayato

12/13: dumbification + pantalone

12/15: squirting + kaeya

12/17: dry humping + kazuha

12/19: public sex + thoma

12/21: overstimulation + xiao

12/23: wall sex + itto

12/25: edging/orgasm denial + tartaglia

[onemillionvolts]

this is for the ask game,,

how would u rate suga, yuuta and denki??

MY BOYS OH MY GOD !!!

3. suga </3

ahh the agony of putting poor koushi at the bottom of the list... it's nothing against him i still think he's great in bed!! i just feel like... he's the type to talk an even bigger game than he can give out. makes unrealistic promises that he can't back up... totally brags way too much afterwards too. but still, he's a really generous lover and if he does do something wrong and you tell him, he'll probably keep it in the back of his mind.

2. yuuta

you know what they say about the quiet ones. boy's a freak, plain and simple. cause he loves you as much as he hates himself :( he lives to satisfy you n he'd die with his head between your legs if you'd let him. the one gripe is that he overworks himself a lot... cause he's anxious and always worrying he's doing something wrong

1. Denki

he's undefeated, you knew this was coming. he talks a big game and he backs it the fuck up. he was put on this earth to please you, that's what denkers believes. he knows a looot more than he lets on, too. he's funny, sure, but he's got some filthy stuff in that brain of his, stuff that he loves to try out on you—with your permission, of course <3

have me rank how more 2d men fuck <3

[onemillionvolts]

hand over cyno x tighnari hcs or one shots neon the beloved

DANCING JUMPING AROUND LIKE A MADMAN fuck yes....

this is all just from the deep pits of my brain so... super unorganized <3 and just pure tooth decaying fluff

i think dates mostly consist of nice relaxing strolls through the forest or sitting by the lakeside... cyno tells his shitty jokes, tighnari forces out a laugh.

"tighnari?" cyno hums, head craned up to observe the green of the leaves, illuminated by the sunlight.

tighnari lets out a soft, playful sigh. "yes, cyno?" he knows what's coming, he's well aware that he's about to be subjected to the worst joke in teyvat's long history. but still, he plays along.

"why was the slime angsty?" cyno chimes, lip quivering to hide the smirk that so badly wants to break out on his face.

tighnari's eyes narrow as he comes to a near-complete stop, trying to outsmart his companion. he shakes his head with a soft roll of his eyes. "i'm beat. why?"

"because... it was anemo..."

cyno lets out a soft chuckle at his own joke, one which leaves tighnari perplexed at first.

"tigh, it's funny 'cause—" something happens that interrupts cyno; a genuine laugh from tighnari. not one of the painfully obvious fake snickers, or a huff of disapproval, an actual laugh.

"that one was good, i'll give you that."

when they're done with their duties for the day, the two always retire back home 'n talk about their day. cyno sits behind tighnari and massages his ears <33 so nonchalant as they recap everything that happened.

cyno always stops by with a cup of water to give to tighnari, wanting to make sure he's staying hydrated and healthy!! plus, it's an excuse to go out of his way to see tigh. he's even included a few awful pickup lines into his repertoire!!

tighnari always leaves cute little notes at cyno's study.. every single day, without fail. sometimes they're short and sweet, just something as simple as "i hope your day is as wonderful as you ♡".. but other times, it'll be a whole ass letter, filling up an entire scroll of paper with his affectionate scribblings...

i could literally talk about these two forever i am not even joking

[onemillionvolts]

new tags!! just gotta update all my other ones now....

[onemillionvolts]

painted in red

shigaraki tomura x f!reader

content: 18+, dark-ish & nsfw content, mdni, oral sex(m. receiving), rough sex, biting, degradation, dehumanization, creampie, marking, fear kink, blood, pain kink

WC: 3.0k

to say that the recent attack on musutafu backfired would be a colossal understatement. nobody was sure quite how, but the league's every move seemed as if it was scouted by the opposing heroes. if only the attack being a complete flop was the worst part of it; no, the worst factor of it all was certainly dabi getting put under arrest.

the rest of the league was able to escape unscathed, but dabi had found himself subdued in a way he couldn't fight back from. you knew in your heart that the fellow villain would find a way to escape—he always did. you could call the scarred man a lot of things, but weak wasn't one of them.

it had been a day since the failed raid, and none of the league had seen or heard from shigaraki. most of the evildoers brushed it off, saying that he'd be back at the hideout in due time...but for whatever reason, you were unable to get your mind off of him.

...which is exactly what led you to the current moment, grocery bag in hand as you knocked at the door of his apartment.

"who the fuck is it?" tomura's voice rasped from the other side. you squeaked at his harsh tone, announcing your presence. he grumbled a "come in", cueing you to wrestle with the doorknob and push your way in, shutting it behind you.

inside, tomura was visibly disheveled, much more than usual. his icy white hair messy and clothes wrinkled as he paced around the near-empty living room of his bare apartment. when his head snapped to face you, the dark circles around his eyes made it clear that he hadn't slept much, or even at all. his crimson eyes were shaky, unsteady as he glanced at you, darting to the bag you held in your hand.

"what's that?" he bit, an arm raising to allow his hand to rake down his neck. you set the plastic bag down on the countertop, unpacking its contents: some packs of instant ramen and a few bottles of water, nothing too extraordinary.

"i just wanted to make sure you have food and water, 'nd check to see that you're alright." you responded, offering him a bottle. tomura scoffed, turning his head up, yet still snatched the bottle from your palm, muttering something about how he didn't 'need your pity' as he unscrewed the cap.

you couldn't help but keep your eyes on him as he tilted his head up, gulping the water down like he hadn't drank any in weeks. he didn't seem to mind when some dribbled down his cracked lips, the bottle already half emptied when he tossed it onto the (likely stolen) end table next to his couch.

"everyone misses you, i did too," you chime, faltering a little at the way he rolled his eyes at your statement. "so what, i've been gone for a day." you sighed at the way he dismissed you so quickly, your eyes dejectedly falling to the floor below.

"tomura, i know you're shaken up about this. but they really care, you mean a lot to them, of course they're gonna miss you!" you tried to retort, met only by a huff from tomura. something felt off about him, and it was glaringly easy to tell.

"i know you feel bad about it...it wasn't your fault, y'know." you continued, despite the fact that tomura had basically went limp whilst standing, arms draped at his sides, hunched over and avoiding eye contact. "tomura," you continued, "i wanna help you feel better."

"how in the fuck are you going to do that?" he snapped, blank expression turning fiery. you shrinked back a little at his sudden emotion, only calming when the league's leader settled.

"'m not exactly sure..." you trailed off, stepping further into the apartment, taking a seat on the couch and gesturing to the spot next to you. "sit? pleaaase?" you begged to him. tomura rolled his eyes again, form stiff as he obliged, sitting next to you on the torn-up couch.

you stayed silent for a few seconds, allowing tomura to relax ever-so-slightly. you let your mind roam for a little bit, thinking of ways to cheer up your boss.

"y/n," his voice rasped, sending a chill down your spine. his formerly dismissive, uninterested tone was nowhere to be heard, replaced with an acute, sharp pitch. your eyes shakily flicked over to tomura, now noticing his steely red irises, the way they were laser-focused forward; zoned out, yet so...aware. you ignored the way your fingertips trembled over your knee, willing away a wince that so badly wanted to come out as tomura's own hands flexed.

"i can think of something," he spat. a cheshire grin grew on his face, chapped lips curling into something that, to be quite honest, you weren't sure if it would haunt your nightmares or feature in your greatest, wildest dreams. he shifted his body in your direction, eyes breaking from their forward position to lock onto your own orbs. absolutely chilling, they were. in all of the time you'd been in the villain organization, you'd never been this afraid of the man beside you.

"y/n," he repeated your name in a whisper a few times, quite liking how it flowed off of his tongue. "would you do anything?" he was well aware of his question's implications, as were you. you took a second to consider, trying to tune out the sick, curious excitement which brewed within you at the prospect. no matter how hard you tried, it felt like all logic was slowly seeping away from your brain.

you silently nodded, thus effectively signing yourself away to shigaraki tomura...a fate most would fear, would run from...yet there you were, welcoming it with open arms. his head tilted slightly, fingers making a swift gesture towards the floor. "what are you waiting for, then?"

you squeezed your thighs together on instinct, cursing yourself for the jolt that his expectant words gave your core. you hurriedly dropped off of the couch and onto your knees as tomura tugged his sweats down his legs, until they slumped to his ankles. another sick grin spread across his face as he watched your eyes peer down, widening in horror as you saw the tent grow in his boxers, the sheer size of it very evident, even hidden by the cloth.

you didn't even notice the small flow of drool escaping your lips as you stared at his clothed cock, anticipation tearing you to shreds almost as harshly as you were sure tomura would treat you. "look at you...literally drooling. haven't even seen it yet..." he muttered a 'filthy slut' under his breath to cap his sentence off.

tomura practically tore his boxers off of his legs, kicking both them and his pants off his ankles. you stared at his cock like it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen; really, it kind of was. long, thick, a pinkish hue of his pale skin tone, and heavy.

you worriedly licked your lips as you inched your head closer to his length, heart and mind racing. as you got closer and closer to it, you felt yourself growing wetter at the thought of it inside of you...wondering if it'd even fit. "suck," he snarled, cock twitching directly in front of your face. you took a deep breath, hollowing your cheeks and taking half of it into your mouth.

your tongue rolled on his tip to gather all of his precum, your wet mouth encapsuling tomura's dick as far as you felt it could go. you pulled off of it, licking up and down his shaft hungrily, already feeling drunk off of his thick cock. the male tilted his head back, clearly enjoying the feeling of your mouth all over his member. you took him back into your mouth, sucking on the head of it, muffled moans of "it's too big" falling on deaf ears.

you bobbed your head back and forth on his cock, struggling to keep your mouth hollowed and pace steady. despite the pleasured grunts coming from tomura's lips, he looked down—dissatisfied—on you. his cherry eyes pierced through you as he pulled his cock from your mouth. he stood, looming over your anticipating state, erection still pulsing with need.

"looks like i'm going to have to fucking show you how it's supposed to be done," tomura spits, lining his cock up at your parted lips. he eased it into your mouth, luring you into a false sense of security as you took his warm length between your lips again. his hands took careful place at either side of your head, delicate as to not accidentally activate his quirk.

unfortunately for your jaw, that was where any semblance of considerate action from tomura ended, as he began thrusting his hips forward, mercilessly fucking into your unexpecting throat. tears welled in your eyes as you nearly choked on his thick cock, gagging around its girth, whines silenced by his brutal treatment of your mouth.

as much as it hurt at the start, you couldn't ignore the sick pleasure you got from it; you could feel yourself growing wetter as tomura used your mouth to his heart's content, crimson eyes watching in awe as it violently disappeared behind your lips, over and over again. the sickly sweet groans that the male let out made the burning sensation in your throat worth it. his hands tugged at your hair, giving him more leverage to fuck your mouth, thrusts growing hungrier, more aggressive with each slam of his hips.

with time, you began drooling against his length, tears still streaming down your cheeks as he showed no signs of stopping, massive cock abusing your poor little throat, treating it as if it was a sex toy for his pleasure and his pleasure alone.

"my fucking whore," he rasped, not letting the way your thighs squeezed together at his words go unnoticed. "y'like that, slut? are you getting off on being used like this? good, get used to it." tomura scowled, continuing to fuck your mouth, tip of his cock hitting your throat with a stinging force each time. your mind was thoroughly clouded at this point, cheeks hollowed and mouth acting purely as a vessel for tomura to get himself off. your tongue lolled along the underside of his shaft as his cock pistoned down your throat over and over, entirely merciless.

all of a sudden, he pulled out of your mouth, causing you to nearly choke on your own saliva, coughing and panting, hazily trying to regain composure—all while tomura watched, scarlet visionaries unbothered. in fact, the sight of you so weak, so disheveled, made his cock significantly twitch. he took a handful of your hair, jerking his arm upwards and forcing you onto your feet, your legs wobbling and nearly giving out under you.

tomura grabbed at your pants, all five fingers making contact, disintigrating your clothing within seconds. he did the same to your panties, wicked smirk painted on his pale face. his eyes cast downwards, lighting up when you part your legs ever so slightly, unveiling how wet you had become due to his actions, some slick trailing down your thighs.

he took you by the hips, setting you on the couch, feverishily tugging your shirt and bra off before climbing atop the couch himself. he rubbed the head of his cock up and down your slit, crimson eyes looking in yours as he did; "my whore...already so soaked for me. you like being treated like a fucking slut? hmm?" he mused, grin growing wider as you nodded shamefully.

tomura pushed his hips forward, inching his cock into you so he could savor every second, so he could memorize your gummy walls molding around his girth. "fuck, gonna use this slut pussy...make you know you're mine..." he rasped, hips now moving quicker...a lot quicker. his thrusts went from zero to a hundred in the blink of an eye, left you screaming—part pain, part pleasure.

after you had adjusted to his downright sadistic pace, your back was arching up, eyes rolling in the back of your head at the way tomura's length hit the most satisfying spots within you, gliding against your walls with a delicuous friction. his fingertips dug into your hips, nails leaving stinging crescent marks in your sides. however, the pain paled in comparison to the force of tomura's thrusts, hips colliding with yours at high speed as he roughly fucked his cock into you, abusing your poor little hole around his girth.

your head spun as he quickly took you by the wrists, falling downwards to lie on the couch and pulling you on top of him, his length still deep inside you. "c'mon, my whore can ride me, yeah? or are you already fucked too dumb to do that?" tomura snarled. you responded in a whine after you began bouncing up and down on his cock, hands placed on his chest...more muscular than you would've imagined. you continued up and down on him, babbling out barely-intelligible words about how good he felt, how you wanted more.

"you really are a fucking slut, aren't you?" the male spat, ruby eyes burning with lust. an arm wrapped around your upper back, pulling you into him and letting his head move between your head and shoulder, feverishly kissing up and down your neck.

"i want to see you fucking bleed for me," tomura growled into your ear, smirk twisted as all you could do in response is weakly nod, too encapsulated in the way his cock felt inside you, stretching out your walls, giving you a feeling you could've never imagined. with no warning, his teeth sank into your neck, drawing blood which trickled down your throat and chest, tomura's tongue following the trail and lapping it all up, not minding that some dribbled down his chin.

one of his hands moved to your hips, guiding you up and down on his thick cock as his other palm collected more of your blood, spreading it along your neck and breasts. your mind had been long blank by then—clouded, all thoughts deteriorated and replaced by the exhilarating pleasure of the pain he inflicted; not to mention the way his cock stuffed you full at the apex of each bounce your hips made.

tomura's sharp nails dug into your ass to direct you up and down his dick—he drew blood there, too, causing you to whimper in pain as it dripped down onto both his and your thighs. he couldn't see it from his position, but the thought alone of you being further covered in your own blood turned him on even more.

his eyes were wide, the thin streaks of red running down your neck sure to be there in his mind whenever those same eyes closed, imprinted in his brain forever. along with the visual would certainly be your sweet little sounds, a beautiful hybrid of pain and satisfaction, all for him. he got off on your pain, and you couldn't deny that you did too. the way your gummy walls hugged his cock with each up and down rut left the both of you needing more, sounds escaping your lips and his.

you felt yourself getting closer with each passing second, his cock just felt too good for your own good, sending you near your orgasm, so close that it almost hurt.

"tomura...'m gonna..—"

his hand gripped around your neck, his crimson eyes sinister as four of his fingers graced your throat, harshly choking you, the constant fear of disintigration fogging your mind even further. "you don't get to cum until i fucking say, or else." he threatened, tears streaming down your eyes once again as the male began roughly fucking up into you, slamming up into your drooling hole.

"you don't cum until i do, or it'll be the last thing you ever do, slut," he groaned into your ear. tomura continued to fuck up into you at a purely evil pace, his fifth finger mere centimeters away from turning you into a pile of dust atop him.

he began scratching marks into your thigh, not stopping until he was sure your leg was red with visible lines from his fingers. with all of the fear and pleasure in your being as you forced yourself, used every single bit of power you had to prevent yourself from coming undone, you barely even noticed when he flipped you over, now on top of you and fucking into you with reckless abandon.

he never thought that he'd be blessed with the sight he had under him—you, bare, bloodied neck with tears streaming down your face, all while he forcefully railed you. his four fingers asphyxiated you, one single misplaced fingertip away from decaying you into nonexistence.

he keeled over your shaking form further, still pounding into you with a force sure to leave bruises on your hips, teeth bared as he rasped into your ear. "your lucky day, slut, 'm gonna fill your tight little hole..." tomura slurred, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head as his hand retracted from your throat, your life spared by his own need for release.

your back further arched as he fucked his thick cock into you, desperate as his own climax quickly approached. "cum for me," he demanded, taking one last thrust before cumming deep inside you, heavily panting as he painted your walls white with his hot seed. the cord in your stomach finally snapped with his own orgasm, spurring yours as you screamed his name at the top of your lungs, legs wrapping around his waist as your pussy clenched around him.

he pulled out, leaving you feeling significantly emptier. he flicked a strand of hair out of his face, crimson eyes observing your exposed form: neck red with blood, thigh marked from his scratches, and his cum dripping from your cunt. silence enveloped the room, the only sound being tomura's labored, shaky breathing. his next words came stammery and with a light coat of pink dusting his cheeks.

"you, uhh. you can clean off and stay here tonight."

i hope you enjoyed reading this cause i didn't enjoy writing it!! THAT'S A LIE i did but so much of it got deleted. also no proofreading it's 3 in the morning