#Genshin x chubby reader

[b0red-b1rds]

Okay, random idea I had, and I can't get out of my head. The Harbingers with a chubby lover. Like, they could all see that their favorite person was on the softer side, clearly, but I can imagine just how floored they'd be when they cuddle for the first time.

Childe puts his hands on their tummy, expecting a little bit of give, but his hand just. Keeps going? And the skin is squishing out from between his fingers? And it's so warm??? He can't help but just flop forward and bury his face in the chub. "...It's like spooning a giant marshmallow."

Dottore's younger clones enjoyed teasing at first, pinching at chubby cheeks and a squishy belly. It isn't until one of the clones is pulled into a warm hug, his cheek pressed against their chest, that they all realize just how soft and warm their lover is. After that, each segment is always finding excuses to cuddle or hug, eager to feel their lover's warm affection.

Pantalone is an absolute sucker for a soft tummy, okay? He greatly enjoys paying for flattering clothes for his darling, eager to see just how beautiful he can make them look. Of course, he was always under the impression that works of art should simply be admired. You wouldn't just walk up and touch a masterpiece! But that worldview is thrown out the window the first time his darling hugs him, snuggling against his chest while soft arms encircled his waist. He tries to hold himself back after that, but really, can he be blamed when he's suddenly so eager to hold your hand or put an arm around your waist?

Capitano is more accustomed to hard, muscular bodies, as those bodies are the ones he spars with regularly. He trains himself every day, keeping himself in perfect fighting condition so as to better serve the Tsaritsa. So imagine his surprise the first time he held his companion, feeling all of their soft curves against his hardened muscle. He actually freezes for a moment, his brain short-circuiting because of how enjoyable it was. He really hopes they couldn't hear how fast his heart was pounding...

Pierro, given his age, is somewhat familiar with all of this. Hardly anything is new to him by now. Rather, he had simply forgotten how wonderful it was to feel someone so soft and pliable in his arms. On particularly rough days, he often asks his beloved to sit on his lap, just so he can hold them for a bit. It never fails to soothe him.

[oni-gory]

Headcannons for how Genshin Boys treat their chubby gfs ♡⸝⸝

ᡣ𐭩 characters: Scaramouche, Itto, Xiao, Venti

ᡣ𐭩 cw: NSFW, Chubby reader, praise, degradation, biting kink, cockwarming, dom reader

ᡣ𐭩 notes: just a little something to keep yall alive while I work on stuff. Btw totally trying to work on a posting schedule- (｡•́︿•̀｡)

Scaramouche

• mumbles breathless degrading words to you while he fucks your brains out

• bites all over your body. Anywhere he can find, but his favorite spot is your neck and gorgeous, thick thighs.

• never says it, but secretly loves it when you ride his cock. The way your stomach jiggles was just too much for him.

• he could keep fucking you all night if you’d let him thanks to the fact he was a puppet.

• absolutely obsessed with pulling your hair, the whimpers you let out always makes him so hard.

Itto

• buys you all the lingerie he can find, and always showers you in compliments when he sees you in them.

• I definitely see Itto as more of a sub, or at the least a gentle dom. He’s just so whiny and adorable in bed, begging to bred you and such.

• he especially loves it when you sit on his lap and ride his cock, it makes him go absolutely feral. And I mean, whimpering, gripping your hips with his nails, and trembling.

• likes to be pegged, but he’s too shy to say it.

• honestly, the only time Itto would be a dom in my eyes, would be when he’s in heat. (Coming soon btw :3) He’d just fuck you, wherever he could, preferably standing. That way he could watch as his cock went in and out of you, and prove that you weighted nothing to him.

Xiao

• You were his first time, so naturally, you both ended up fucking. All night long. The next morning you definitely knew you both pushed it a little after Xiao could barely get out of bed.

• he was absolutely horrible at eating you out in the beginning, like he couldn’t even find your clit. But after a few weeks, he turned into a pro.

• definitely treats your cunt like ice cream, obsessed with having a taste anytime he can. Whether it be when you’re both on the top of the Inn, or relaxing on the couch.

• Thanks to the fact he’s an adeptus, his sex drive is just never ending, like Scaramouche.

Venti

• I don’t care what anyone says, Venti is 100% a top. And I don’t mean some kinda soft dom, that man is an absolute menace in bed.

• lovess bondage. Just seeing you tied up helplessly in front of him, your freedom in his hands felt so.. lustful.

• he has the tendency to get drunk and just have you cockwarm him, loving the sight of you slowly going mad with pleasure.

• don’t worry though, Venti is as good as aftercare as he is at fucking. He’d keep some bath salt and your favorite bath bombs in stock at all times.

• despite Venti being the most diabolical man ever in bed, he can be kind.. when he wants to.

•Some nights, when Venti knows you’re annoyed from a long day, he’ll just have you lay down and eat you out until he’s sure you feel better. (Or until you’re trembling and shaking, whichever comes first.)

[the-massive-simp]

Hey I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a Diluc as a professor (slight nswf if your comfortable 🫢)

OHHHH I LOVE THISSSS HERE U GO BBY<3 I'm sorry this came out like 10 times more nsfw than i intended hehe I did some headcanons + little scenario since its quicker an easier to write for me :)) if u want a full fic feel free to send another ask!!

warnings: mdni, nsfw under the cut (he's a bit of a pervert, semi public sex, unprotected sex [use protections irl!!], fingering, edging, minor age gap, sub afab reader [no pronouns mentioned, but reader wears a skirt], tiniest bit of degration, praising, uhh i think that's everything)

♡Professor!Diluc♡

PLS THIS PROMPT WITH DILUC IM ON MY KNEES FOR HIM

let's get started

so

let's say that you had some troubles with the subject(s) he teaches

he noticed you struggling and asked you after class if you wanted him to give you some private lessons, since he didnt want his favourite little student to fail his class

and how can you deny the opportunity to spend more time with your hot professor? you've had a crush on him for ages!

and don't think he didn't notice

he saw how your cheeks would turn red everytime he spoke or looked at you, how your hands would shake when he gave you back your work or how you would always look for him in the alleys

and he looked at you too, when you bended over to pick up something, unknowingly giving him the opportunity to look at your panties covering your plump ass and your sweet pussy

he'd also notice how pretty you would look in your uniform, shirt squeezing your chest and skirt flowing around your thighs

but he promised himself that this encounters will be strictly professional

just a teacher helping a student in need

but when you arrived to the library for the first lesson he feels like he could catch fire right there and then

your skirt was even shorter than the uniform's one and your stockings hugged your thighs so sweetly

he coughed a bit to hide his amusement, and the he started explaining

he struggled to keep his composure when you bended over the table to point at a specific passage of the book you didn't get

your shirt was slightly unbuttoned and he managed to get a peek of your lacy pink bra

he quickly moved his eyes back to the book, hoping you wouldn't notice his red cheeks

after a couple of this lessons, he was about to give up

he didn't manage to get one thing into your head

he decided that maybe he could try one last method

♡

That's how you ended up on his lap, your back pressed against his toned chest, his muscular arms wrapped against your waist. "Now open the book and start reading chapter 6." As he talked, he pressed you down against his lap, your clothed pussy rubbing against his cock. You bit your lower lip and reached for the book, starting to read aloud. You stuttered the first words, but as you kept reading, your voice got more stable. You were so absorbed by the book you didn't notice his hands moving, until one grabbed your nipple, and the other slipped under your skirt to play with your clothed clit. "You didnt even wear a bra today? What a naughty girl. You better commit yourself to actually learn something and make up for it." "Yes sir- ah!" As you answered, he pinched your clit, making your hips jolt. "Don't make such lewd noises here. We're in a private section of the library, but people can still hear your pretty little voice moaning. The only thing I want to hear is you reading. Go on." You blushed and started reading again. As you kept doing so, his hand slid under your panties and started to circle your clit, doing so for all the time it took you to finish the chapter. "Good girl, I think thats enough for today. Put down the book and enjoy your reward." With that, he inserted a finger in your leaking hole, curling it to hit all the best spots. "Keep quiet. Let's see how many times you can cum for your professor, huh?

after that time, your grades actually got better, so he kept using this special method to help you

he would give you one suck on your clit for every answer you got right when eating you out, and one smack on your ass for every wrong one

the first time you got an A, he decided that you deserved a big reward and he fucked you until you were unable to form coherent sentences

but he also got jealous

when he caught guys eyeing you, he would come to you and ask you if you could follow him to talk about your grades, quickly leading you to the closest bathroom or closet to pump you full of his cum

"Why don't you go and tell them who is the only one who can make you feel good?"

"Imagine what they would say I they found you doing such things with your professor, you pretty little slut"

"Can't even wait for our lesson to have my cock stuffing you, huh?"

after cumming, he would pull up your panties and make you go around with his cum inside all the day

if you ask him nicely, he can give you some more after lessons are finished

after all, who is he to deny a request from his pretty little student?

[yandere-romanticaa]

Humor me a little.

A door appears in front of you. You instantly recognize it, being the same pale white door from the Genshin Impact loading screen.

You have the option to open it, step into Teyvat but there's a catch. You can never go back here, in your own world.

Stepping into the world of Teyvat would surely give you fresh new opportunities, lands to explore and colorful people to meet. Perhaps you could discover something new about yourself, something that you could have never even thought about if you stuck around in our own world.

A light breeze beckons you, tempting you to just push. You can feel the endless sea of possibilities right in front of you, all of which are just so close, they are so close you can have them all.

However, you're suddenly kissed by the warm rays of the sunlight and hear the cozy laughter of children close by. Pulling out your phone, you skim through all of the contacts in it and keep going back to all of the memories you have made with all of these people. Some are good. Some are not. But even so, those memories, these people, they have made you into what you are.

If you choose to forsake them, they will assume that you are either dead or missing. Or, perhaps your existence would be outright erased from this world in its entirety.

Not to mention the fact that, Teyvat is not a complete paradise. Many ancient and old mysteries lie dormant beneath its starry sky, many of which speak your name in earnest but is your survival truly guaranteed? What's to say that you will not be killed by someone - or something - the moment you step foot into that glorious land?

There is also the fact to consider that you would never be able to obtain a Vision. Visions are granted to individuals only who were born in Teyvat, which you are not.

Of course, there are other ways you could obtain power. Perhaps you could find yourself a teacher and study pyromancy, hydromancy, alchemy or any other form you see fit.

The canvas is stark white, all yours to paint.

Are you ready to take the brush? Do you want to take the brush?

You have two choices - do you come to Teyvat, forsake absolutely everything and everyone you have ever known for a chance to experience something both beautiful and horrific at the same time? Or, do you stay here, in the place you call home, where all of your loved ones are? Our world isn't so bad, perhaps you could meet someone new here... But that door will never appear in front of you ever again.

Ever.

What will it be, Traveler?

[capitollie]

Genshin characters with a chubby s/o

As a creator with a mid size body type its so hard to find stuff that's not nsfw that includes chubby people sigh. To the creators that DO create content for people with different body types: ily sm I'm gonna make you a plushie and eat you (this is a compliment)

Reader implied to be small (Capitano), Beidou very subtly implied to be WLW

-Capitano just adores you.

-Who knew that the large, scary harbinger could be reduced to a metaphorical mush in the arms of his lover?

-He loves how small you are compared to him, but he thinks he likes your softness more.

-Capitano does not tolerate mean comments about your body. If he catches wind that the Fatui recruits are talking about you behind your (and his) back...

-Best to assume you won't be seeing them at work the next day.

-He loves holding you close after a stressful day, he says that your softness cures the evil in his heart.

-He loves it when you cuddle into his chest, with his large hands wrapped around your soft body, he pulls you closer, almost smothering you in his chest.

-Beidou adores your soft body compared to her muscular build.

-No matter your size, she can pick you up. She's a strong woman, a woman who managed to kill Haishan without a vision.

-She doesn't tolerate rude comments about you, but she can't actually do anything about it, so she gets Ningguang to. Ningguang favours you aswell, so its not hard.

-She understands it can get quite lonely if you live in Liyue Harbour while she's sailing, so she usually asks Xinyan or Xiangling to keep you company.

-She loves cuddling you, prefers to be the larger spoon so she can protect you from the dangers of the world.

-Congratulations, your Kazuhas new mom/parent.

-When she first saw you it was love at first sight fr.

-"My, what an adorable little thing. Hmm, you should, say, come stay with me." "What?" "Come be my lover."

-She loves cuddling your thighs, occasionally she pretends to bite them, too.

-Should she hear anything negative about you, she'll have Sara deal with him and then she'll give them a harsh lecture.

-If she buys you clothes, they will most likely be skintight, or nearly skintight. She loves your softness, don't let anyone say otherwise.

-She'll read books to you until you fall asleep, to which she gently puts away the book and gets you two under the covers, her tail curled around your leg while her hands lightly tangle themselves in your hair.

[help-i-cant-think-of-a-nickname]

pretty pretty please alhaitham w body worship for his chubby lover who is insecure. like think about him sitting in front of you all pretty with his head between your thighs, leaning on you.

I'm sorry if you want a NSFW, but as you can see, I'm still only 17, and I don't write for NSFW

Insecurity with Alhaitham

Alhaitham may be smart as hell, but he doesn't get why you are insecure about yourself

Like, man, you are so beautiful!

You're so soft like a marshmallow!

It's so fluffy like a pillow!

He can't just help but worship you!

He'll do anything just to hug you for a full day

But right now it seems that you don't want any of his hugs

Which doesn't make any sense!

He knew really well that you loved his hugs, so when you tried to reject it, he thought he did something wrong

Dude, literally list everything down what he did today, yesterday, and the day after, literally the whole week! Just to see if he did something wrong for you to deny his heavenly cuddles

You felt guilty whenever he's lost in his own thoughts, mumbling something about what you guys did today

So when he finally asked what was wrong, you just laughed it off

"Love? What's wrong?" Alhaitham asked in his usual cold voice, but after years of being together, you can hear the hint of worry in his voice

"What do you mean?" You answered his question with a question back. Acting as if you don't know anything

Oh, you know it very well. You know that you've been denying his cuddles because you don't want him to feel every roll in your body.

"You've been denying my cuddles," he said those cute words with an expressionless face, that it makes you want to pinch his cheeks

But when you start to deny his statement he immediately cut you off

"Please tell me anything. You know that you can trust me, right?" Alhaitham grabbed both of your hands and engulfed them with his own.

You looked at his eyes and saw how deeply worried he is

You sighed and said your problems

"It's just... don't you feel disgusted when you touch me?" You tried to pry your hands off his, but he just tightened his grip to yours

You were just about to continue your rant, but Alhaitham let go of your hands and transferred them to your tummy

"Hmm... your tummy does have rolls." Alhaitham squeezed your tummy lightly

"But I don't feel disgusted by it, ever." Alhaitham looked at your eyes

"Your body makes me feel in heaven. They make me feel safe and secure." For a man with few words, you definitely made him a talkative man when it comes to your body.

Alhaitham sat in front of you and put his head in your thighs. He buried his face between your thighs.

"And this this?" He squeezed your thighs. "This is why I love you, these fluffy juicy thighs of yours." He kissed both your thighs

"I love everything about you, even though you can be loud like a certain roommate of mine, but you're mine, and I love you"

He didn't pull out his head from your thighs, but you can still feel his squeezing here and there

You smiled and sniffled. This is rare for Alhaitham, for him to be this affectionate and talkative.

Alhaitaham hummed when you started to play with his hair

"Gosh, you just made my insecure disappear for a bit." At this, Alhaitham immediately sits up and pulls out his head from your thighs

"Only a little bit?" Alhaitham's eyebrows furrowed, and he immediately stood up and went on top of you

"H-Hey, Alhaitham, what're you doing?"

"Showing you just how much I love you and..." He bit your neck

"... making sure to make your insecurity disappear, ALL OF IT."

[sunarinscat]

(Itto with a chubby s/o)

Itto knows everyone struggles with insecurities, but when he looks at you his seem to melt away. It's like a breath of fresh air, or the spray of an ocean mist on his face. His eyes fill with stars the minute he sees you and it's no wonder why. You are such a perfect contrast to his hard, battle worn, body and tough guy act for countless reasons.

Your smile is the most angelic sight in the world. When your eyes scrunch up, and your chubby cheeks pull your lips into a grin Itto notices the room light up. His gaze constantly travels to your pillowy skin, and he can't help but wear a dopey look as he squeezes it like dough between his hands. You're so soft and pretty you remind him of an angel. He feels so large, rough, and out of place, but being around you puts his mind at ease. It's almost like you balance him out. He believes your fat rolls are the most beautiful things in the world, and he adores the way your thighs bounce as you walk. He often kisses all the plush parts of your body just to show you how much he loves it, and he becomes entranced when you wear outfits that compliment your curves.

After a long day Itto likes to come home and rest his head in-between your thighs, on your tummy. His thumbs travel across your stretch marks and rub soft circles into your skin as he scrolls through his phone. He whines when you have to get up or make him stop because its 'tickles'. He doesn't care. He'll pull you back into bed and resume what he was doing with a playful smirk. When you're standing around doing anything he likes to come up behind you and grab at your love handles. He thinks they're the perfect spot for him to rest his hands and believes they were made specially for his grip. He'll lay his head on top of yours and stay like that as he sways you to the rhythm of his breathing. He mumbles in your ear bout’ how you were built for him and how precious you are, and sighs contentedly when you lean into his embrace.

Itto loves to spoon you. He likes curling around you and feeling you in his arms. He likes seeing you in comfortable clothes and pajamas because you look so cute. He thinks you look simply too sweet all comfy and tired, with your pretty thighs peeking out from under your big T shirt. If you sleepily tug at his hand and beg him to cuddle you, he will melt. Whisks you into his arms and away to bed, ignoring complaints of "I'm too heavy!" Because

a) you're not

and

b) for you he'd be willing to hold up the sky.

If he finds out your insecure about your body, he will be stunned because he finds your body to be the most perfect in the world. He's always taken on panromantic views, but when he fell in love with your figure there wasn't any other in Teyvat that could compare, and there never will be. He never wants you to change for anyone but yourself, and he adores you just the way you are.

[unedited]

Reblogs appreciated &lt;3

[figgrrr0]

Hi how are you? I’m new to tumblr so I hope this isn’t a problem anyway I was thinking if you could do hc or a scenarios with (any genshin character) or traveler separate tho where yn isn’t in best shape(chubby yn lol) so when traveling with them they are behind schedule and the journey doesn’t as planned. Yn might feel insecure or uncomfortable with traveling them next time but (who ever you decide to put) assures them that they are not a problem, and they shouldn’t be ashamed of themselves

haha i hope this is alright, and I wish this see’s in good times :D

Pls send help, I can't tell if this is fluff or angst. Both??

Traveler reassures chubby!reader

Character: Traveler (not specified as Lumine OR Aether)

Reader: Gn, implied chubby

Genre: Fluff, angst // Cw: Slight/implied self doubt, tiny misunderstanding

Tagging along with the Traveler wasn't quite how you'd expected it to be. From what you'd seen and heard, you thought that their commisions would most likely entail a few deliveries, getting some information from people, and maybe an escourt mission here or there. Not fighting all day and climbing mountains and cliffs.

Truthfully, you didn't think it'd be so bad! Even when things started to ramp up a bit, with a hilichurl ambush on the road, you'd been able to hold your own for a little while. But when that "one little ambush" turned to "seeking out every hilichurl camp in the nation"... Well. Safe to say, your stamina wasn't high enough to hold out for hours of fighting, especially when you hadn't been prepared for it in the first place.

So, when the Traveler insisted that they accompany you back home earlier than what was planned, (with at least 4 camps left to clear out) you couldn't help but feel as if you'd let them down. Even though they'd easily shut down your attempts at an apology, you still looked back on the day, thoughts telling you that they'd have been better off on their own.

You'd been so concentrated on your own thoughts, that you hadn't seen the bright smile and little wave that was thrown your way before the Traveler turned, leaving you at your door. Their promise of returning later in the week was muffled to your ears, and you only came to your senses to question what you'd heard a few seconds later, but left it at that, assuming it was just an average "goodbye".

...

Safe to say, when the Traveler showed up at your door a few days later, asking if you'd want to join them for another adventure, you certainly weren't expecting it.

Just like the Traveler and Paimon were equally surprised when you hesitated to answer, compared to how excited you'd been the first time they offered. They shared a look, questioning your different behaviour; but unlike Paimon, who was ready to accept your messily thrown together excuse, the Traveler could tell that you were hiding something. Shooing their flying companion away briefly, they looked at you with an expression softer than you'd seen before, carefully asking why you weren't feeling up to it.

Regardless of how you answer, the Traveler can still tell that now would be a good time for some reassurance.

"If the work was too much for you, you're perfectly welcome to sit on the sidelines! I'm sure Paimon would like some extra help being a cheerleader..." they laugh at the image, the sound quickly fading when they have another thought, "But seriously though, what's most important is your safety. I wouldn't want to drag you along with us if you're not comfortable! After all, company is always the best when spirits are high, and you'd still be an important asset to our team without fighting," They look around then, whispering as if telling a secret, "not that I'd stop you if you ever wanted to join in..."

A few seconds of silence pass, before you burst into a small fit of laughter, not expecting the silly display. The Traveler joins in soon after, easing up after seeing you relinquish the worries you'd been holding.

When Paimon returns, curious about the laughter, you accept their invitation after a few more moments of contemplation. It's not like your lack of fighting would be much different than what they're used to, you rationalise. Paimon doesn't do much more than float around, anyway. You'd be doing more work than her just by walking!

Of course, even their little spiel can't completely dissolve everything you'd gotten worked up about; with time, you'd realise that the Traveler didn't need the help. But they sure did appreciate the friendly atmosphere that you brought along.

Want to send a request/brainrot with me? Check my rules!

Thank you for reading! 🩷

[lxvebun]

Buns notes: I'm glad the the itto one made you happy, hopefully this one does as well! I hope you don't mind that I kept it in a slightly neater version of my braindump format. Reposting because comments were flooding with bots

Content: Childe x chubby!gender neutral reader. Fluff+comfort. Slight mention of violence and unhealthy eating habits. Kissing. Tummy kisses. Cheek kisses. Thigh kisses. Affectionate biting. English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

Dark blogs, k!nk and ed blogs do not fucking interact. This is not for you.

♡-Ooh, dear Ajax, he's so hopelessly in love with you and everything that you are. To think that a harbinger, let alone a harbinger of his status was able to pull such a cute soft thing like you in... he thanks the tsaritsa every day.

♡-Let me make it the clear, Childe is with you for much more than just your body. Your mind and soul are just as beautiful to him. You're his person, the love of his life, and everything that's worth living for. Don't ever doubt that. That said, Childe adores the fact that you're chubby. You're just so ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)   everything about you just radiates comfort to him. + He is an affectionate biter<3 It's really just cuteness aggression you awake in him. every time he sees you he just needs to take a lil nibble from your cheek, or if he's resting on your lap, a lil bite from your thigh. Don't worry it's never painful or hard enough to leave a mark. it feels like a ticklish kiss, to be honest. You just look so good he could eat you up<3

♡-Don't get me started on when you wear his fluffy cloak nggggh you're making his heart beat out of his chest is what you're doing. give him a kiss.

♡-He shows you off A LOT. When walking through Liyue you're always tucked safely into his side with a protective arm around your shoulders (while he gives a death glare to anyone that looks at you for a lil too long). All the harbingers know about you at this point. Against their will because Childe doesn't know about shutting up when it comes to you. (They now secretly all have a small crush on you but ssshh)

♡-You don't need to worry about clothing sizes with Childe. He has enough mora to buy you the fanciest clothes made of the finest materials in perfect measurement for you, all he asks is that you give him a Lil fashion show<3 (be prepared to be showered in kisses with every single item you show off)

♡-He definitely carries you a lot, just because he likes feeling the weight of you in his arms. from twirling you around the kitchen late at night, to picking you up and dipping you down to sneak a little kiss in. It's become a little habit of comfort for him

♡-It's the same when it comes to cuddling. He needs you on his lap or chest at all times. You're soft and warm and so so dreamy. brush your hand through his hair and he's asleep in no time. The moment you move off of him, his arms will quickly find you again and wrap themselves around you. even when he's asleep, he needs to feel you.

♡-Childe is slightly (ha) possessive over you. You're your own person of course but also his lol, if anyone forgets that, or someone makes a rude comment about you, he'll knock their teeth out<3 even when someone looks at you in a way that he believes is wrong, or archons forbid catcall you? You need to hold this man back (don't) his vision is getting awfully flashy

♡-He tries his best to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner together with you each day. Firstly because he wants to spend time with you of course. He's a harbinger, so there are times when he disappears for hours, maybe even days to weeks if its a big mission:( So sneaking out of meetings or going slightly off route while on a mission to spend those precious meal times with you is the least he can do. And 2) he knows that eating can be tough for you. Feeling like you don't deserve to eat sometimes or being afraid of how you'll look while eating. Him being there during mealtimes helps ease the nerves a little, and he can easily charm you into a conversation that will take any attention towards the negative thoughts away. It's also so he can make sure you eat enough. Can't have his precious angel hungry now, can he?

♡-your stretch marks? *chefs kiss* he traces them all the time. He can't help it! Every time he sees one peek out from under your shorts or shirt when you stretch, his hand is automatically making its way to your skin to trace over the little lightning bolts. He gives a few kisses to them for good luck as well<3′

♡-To put it short, Childe loves his chubby partner. You're so divinely beautiful, such an amazing person and all his to love.If anyone has a problem with that he'll knock their teeth out and then go right back to pressing kisses to your cheeks, tummy, and thighs being in his own little piece of heaven.

Normal font under the cut if it's difficult to read<3

♡- Ooh, dear Ajax, he's so hopelessly in love with you and everything that you are. To think that a harbinger, let alone a harbinger of his status was able to pull such a cute soft thing like you in... he thanks the tsaritsa every day

♡- Let me make it the clear, Childe is with you for much more than just your body. Your mind and soul are just as beautiful to him. You're his person, the love of his life, and everything that's worth living for. Don't ever doubt that. That said, Childe adores the fact that you're chubby. You're just so ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)   everything about you just radiates comfort to him. + He is an affectionate biter<3 It's really just cuteness aggression you awake in him. every time he sees you he just needs to take a lil nibble from your cheek, or if he's resting on your lap, a lil bite from your thigh. Don't worry it's never painful or hard enough to leave a mark. it feels like a ticklish kiss, to be honest. You just look so good he could eat you up<3

♡-Don't get me started on when you wear his fluffy cloak nggggh you're making his heart beat out of his chest is what you're doing. give him a kiss.

♡- He shows you off A LOT. When walking through Liyue you're always tucked safely into his side with a protective arm around your shoulders (while he gives a death glare to anyone that looks at you for a lil too long). All the harbingers know about you at this point. Against their will because Childe doesn't know about shutting up when it comes to you. (They now secretly all have a small crush on you but ssshh)

♡- He definitely carries you a lot, just because he likes feeling the weight of you in his arms. from twirling you around the kitchen late at night, to picking you up and dipping you down to sneak a little kiss in. It's become a little habit of comfort for him

♡- It's the same when it comes to cuddling. He needs you on his lap or chest at all times. You're soft and warm and so so dreamy. brush your hand through his hair and he's asleep in no time. The moment you move off of him, his arms will quickly find you again and wrap themselves around you. even when he's asleep, he needs to feel you.

♡- Childe is slightly (ha) possessive over you. You're your own person of course but also his lol, if anyone forgets that, or someone makes a rude comment about you, he'll knock their teeth out<3 even when someone looks at you in a way that he believes is wrong, or archons forbid catcall you? You need to hold this man back (don't) his vision is getting awfully flashy

♡- He tries his best to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner together with you each day. Firstly because he wants to spend time with you of course. He's a harbinger, so there are times when he disappears for hours, maybe even days to weeks if its a big mission:( So sneaking out of meetings or going slightly off route while on a mission to spend those precious meal times with you is the least he can do. And 2) he knows that eating can be tough for you. Feeling like you don't deserve to eat sometimes or being afraid of how you'll look while eating. Him being there during mealtimes helps ease the nerves a little, and he can easily charm you into a conversation that will take any attention towards the negative thoughts away. It's also so he can make sure you eat enough. Can't have his precious angel hungry now, can he?

♡- your stretch marks? *chefs kiss* he traces them all the time. He can't help it! Every time he sees one peek out from under your shorts or shirt when you stretch, his hand is automatically making its way to your skin to trace over the little lightning bolts. He gives a few kisses to them for good luck as well<3′

♡- To put it short, Childe loves his chubby partner. You're so divinely beautiful, such an amazing person and all his to love.If anyone has a problem with that he'll knock their teeth out and then go right back to pressing kisses to your cheeks, tummy, and thighs being in his own little piece of heaven.

[oni-gory]

Your headcannons for genshin boys and chubby reader is so good!!

Could you maybe do one with zhongli, neuvillette, diluc and alhaitham?

You don't have to I just rlly like your writing style 👉👈

Headcanons for how Genshin boys treat their chubby gf pt.2

ᡣ𐭩 characters: Zhongli, Nuevillette, Diluc, Alhaitham

ᡣ𐭩 cw: NSFW, dom reader, chubby reader, biting kink, threesome(?), pegging, hickeys, body worship

ᡣ𐭩 notes: Fastest time i’ve ever completed a request lmao— This might turn into another series tho! Hope u like it ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა

Zhongli

• As most people are probably aware of, Zhongli definitely has two cocks.

• He absolutely hates having sex in front of anyone, he doesn’t want anyone else to be able to see how gorgeous you look while he fucks you. It’s too intimate in his eyes.

• He’s definitely dominant, but a gentle dom. Zhongli would hate to ever hurt you, in any way.

• Zhongli’s favorite position would be missionary, he loves to watch your expression while he fucks you.

• He has a bit of a biting kink, nothing hard enough to hurt you, but he likes to leave his mark so everyone knows who you belong to.

Nuevillette

• Nuevillette doesn’t really mind if he’s the dom or not. He just loves having his cocks inside of you.

• Like Zhongli, Nuevillette has two cocks. Thanks to the fact that they’re both dragons.

• Nuevillette’s favorite position would be a sort of spooning position, he just likes to hold you while you’re getting fucked. But you two mostly fuck in missionary.

• he definitely whimpers while you two fuck, especially right before he orgasms. He’ll tear up and everything, gripping your gorgeous waist.

• absolutely worships your body as if you’re a goddess, whispering sweet nothings in your ear during intercourse, and giving you little love marks.

Diluc

• His favorite position would have to be cowgirl, just watching you ride him, your tits jiggling up and down with your tummy. Especially when he’d grip your ass to make you go faster, which always resulted in a soft moan from you.

• Diluc is the only man out of these four to let you do the work while you two fuck. He prefers to watch you try your hardest to work for your orgasm.

• Anytime you try to say you’re “too heavy to sit on his lap” Diluc decides to fuck you while standing up, holding onto your body and fucking you until you’re overstimulated and trembling. He has to remind you that you’d never be too heavy for him.

Alhaitham

• Alhaitham would enjoy fucking you anywhere. But his favorite spot is the House of Daena, after hours, when everyone is gone. He absolutely adores just bending you over at his desk and fucking your brains out.

• His favorite position is when you sit on his lap and let him pick you up, then drop your pussy on his cock. Honestly, he just likes holding you.

• Alhaitham is a switch. As in, most days, he’ll be willing to fuck your brains out. But then, during a rare occasion, he can’t help but wanna get dommed by you.

• On a rare occasion, Kaveh and Alhaitham will both please you. Mostly because you beg Alhaitham to let Kaveh join the two of you, and he eventually agrees. As long as he doesn’t steal you away.

[yandere-romanticaa]

Which Genshin men do you think would adore a chubby s/o? 👉👈

Tell you the truth, I think ALL the geo characters would go NUTS for a chubbier s/o. These guys though were the first ones who came to mind, feel free to tell me your opinions!

[b0red-b1rds]

Btw I love writing for chubby readers, but I also enjoy writing for any type of body! If there's any kind of comfort content you want to see, just let me know!

[bwabys-scenarios]

NSFW

He enjoyed the little gasp you would let out when his hand slipped under your skirt while eating dinner with an acquaintance. Your cheeks would grow hot with embarrassment when they would ask you what was wrong, and you were forced to say it was nothing while his thumb rubbed circles into your clit.

You grasped the table cloth, biting your lip when he began fingering you. It was unfair how calm he looked while his fingers were knuckle deep inside of your cunt, curling up to hit that special spot that had you cumming all over his hand.

“P-please excuse me…”

You shyly stood, hoping that your slick was visible as it ran down your legs, speed walking to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

As you pouted and splashed your face to help lesson the heat taking over you body, you didn’t notice him sneaking into the bathroom until he was bending you over and pushing your panties to the side.

“I hate how they look at you…” he muttered, rubbing his cock against your needy cunt. “They need to know who you belong to.”

Without warning he thrusted into you, groaning into your ear as his hips rutted against yours. He was jealous and a bit possessive over you, his princess. He couldn’t stand when people stared at you for too long with their lustful gazes. Didn’t they know you were his?

Your makeup ran down your face, tears of pleasure falling down your cheeks as he turned your head so he could capture your lips in a sloppy kiss.

“Mine, all mine, got that?”

You nodded and let out a mewl when he hit that special spot, and he continued to fuck into you until he painted your walls white, leaving you a panting mess, covered in sweat and cum.

He was nice enough to carry you home without anyone seeing the fucked out state you were in, and made sure to spoil you with kisses, snuggles, and snacks once you were alone.

He loved you after all, and would make sure his pretty princess was well taken care of! 💗

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||GOJO |||GETO ||NANAMI ||TOJI ||CHOSO ||SUKUNA ||CHROLLO ||ILLUMI || KURAPIKA ||BLADE ||AVENTURINE ||WRIOTHESLEY ||KAEYA || DILUC ||ZHONGLI ||SANEMI ||RENGOKU ||MUZAN ||YOUR FAV

[wri0thesley]

eyes - neuvillette x reader (8.5k)

you have always known, one day, you would be married off to someone not of your choosing. but you certainly never expected it to be the iudex himself.

cw: not sfw text. explicitly chubby virgin reader, some insecurity, arranged marriage. double dick neuvillette, cunnilingus, bathing together. reader is afab but referred to with neutral pronouns.

this was a commissioned work.

There are certain standards one must follow as a child of Fontainian society; certain things that are expected of you. A certain way to speak and move and act - a set of rules that have been laid out clearly for you since the day you were born. You will know which fork to use at which mealtime. You will know the difference between what is appropriate to wear to a matinee and to an evening show. You will trust your elders to guide you, and you will be grateful for the life that they have oh-so-painstakingly laid out. 

So you are not surprised when your mother tells you that you are to be wed. 

You have even been expecting it. Since you became of a marriageable age, you have looked at all of the other children of society and wondered what kind of match your family might make. One of your own generation? Older, perhaps - more secure in their wealth and their status and position? You have even laughed about it with your friends, when you were out of earshot of all of your elders - discussing who would be the worst options, gossiping about who has had who over for tea recently. 

She’s surprisingly tight-lipped about who you’re going to wed, too. That’s not unexpected either, though it does make anxiety roil hot and sour in your gut. Plenty of children have run away from home so as not to be wed to somebody decades and decades their senior, or somebody with a reputation for cruelty - or sometimes even because the match that has been made has not taken into account a love affair unbeknownst to the elders of the family. 

You have no such love affair to romantically dash off into the sunset with; you have been a good and dutiful child your whole life. And though you do, perhaps, wish that you could know what it was like to have a love so fiery and passionate you would disobey the only life you’ve ever known . . . you have come to accept that will not be your lot in life. 

You have even worried once or twice that somebody, upon finding that they were engaged to you, might wish to run away. You have looked in the mirror and scrutinised your face, your posture, your body - a body that has fallen out of fashion recently, the beauty ideal in Fontaine being very much ‘look as much like Lady Furina as possible’. It is your body, though - and it has stood you in good stead, and the night in which you are finally to meet your betrothed your mother and your maid stand in your bedroom looking approvingly at how your gown falls over the soft peaks and curves of your hips and chest. 

All you know about this person who you are to be wedded to is that every time your family talks of them, they can barely hide the smiles on their faces and the superior lilt to their tone. Whatever match has been made for you . . . they are utterly ecstatic about it. 

“I think he’ll be more than pleased,” your mother says, tugging at a fold of fabric - she had chosen to have this dress made in pale blue, though it is not a colour that has been in your wardrobe before. A man, then; a well-placed man who makes your family giddy with excitement - a man partial to the colour blue and a spouse whose figure runs more to curves than lines. 

It is not a lot to go on. 

So you do not know what to expect, as you are brought down the stairs and into the dining room. All kinds of thoughts dance through your head; some pleasant, some . . . not so. You know that you will meekly accept what you have been given, the way you have been brought up to do - and it is not lost on you that the trajectory of tonight will perhaps influence your life for years and years to come. There is always the chance that, seeing you in person, your parent’s intended will reject you--

Your mind is churning at a hundred thoughts a minute as you step inside the dining room - but when you see who is seated at the head of the table, all of those thoughts seem to clatter to the ground at once. 

It is a wonder that your mouth does not drop open. 

In all of the time you have spent gossiping about possible matches in society, nobody has ever mentioned - even off-handedly - the possibility that the Chief Justice of Fontaine may be looking to marry. 

But there sits Monsieur Neuvillette - a little awkward, yes (he is being chattered to most insistently by your father), but straight and tall and handsome in his chair, his robes of office perfectly pressed, his face schooled carefully into a polite look of vague interest. Your mother coughs, and he looks up--

And his eyes, the colour of the evening sky or a perfect sapphire, widen just a touch. His mouth opens, the barest amount - and you swear that as his gaze sweeps over your form in your carefully chosen blue dress (a choice you are beginning to understand), he visibly swallows. 

“Ah,” he says, and he stands - walking towards you, bending and inclining his head. “It’s a pleasure to . . . finally meet you in person.” You’re still rather stunned speechless by everything that is happening - you cannot help but feel as though things are happening around you, and not to you - but as Neuvillette uses one of his gloved hands to take yours and to press a lingering kiss on your palm that makes your entire body feel as though it is on fire, you are suddenly all too aware of just what is going on. “You look radiant tonight.”

“M-Monsieur,” you say in return, and you sweep what must be the clumsiest curtsey of your life. “I . . . I have to admit that this is a surprise.” 

“Not an unwelcome one,” your mother puts in before he can respond. “Of course, we’re delighted with this match, and we’re absolutely sure you’ll be delighted with them--”

“I understand,” Neuvillette says, his eyes not leaving you. “If I may be frank with you, until recently I had never thought to marry.” 

Questions rise in your throat. If he had not thought to marry, why was he doing it now? And why you, when surely he must see the upper echelons of society every single day? What had brought him to your family’s door, asking after your hand over everyone else he must have had first pick of? But these are not polite questions for the dinner table, when your mother and your father are already ushering the two of you to your seats beside one another and beaming so brightly that it hurts to look at them. 

The dinner table is a place for light, polite conversation; the last opera you saw, the weather. Neuvillette smiles into his wine glass - a glass you notice is filled with water - when you mention that it has not seemed to rain much recently. You notice him looking at you every so often, over rims of glasses and delicate bites of foods . . . but you know that you, too, cannot help but sneak a glance at the Iudex of Fontaine seated by your side. 

Your future husband! Your betrothed! The man you will spend the rest of your life with! 

As much as you may wish for a moment alone with him, you know it is not proper; so when he stands and kisses your hand again and your father takes Neuvillette into his study to hash out some further details of your impending nuptials, you swallow your disappointment and remind yourself that you will have years with Neuvillette, to learn his secrets - to discover why he has decided to take you as a spouse. 

There is little time for getting to know one another beyond the most surface of levels when a marriage has been arranged for you - there is even littler time when the man you are going to marry is one of the most powerful and busiest men in Fontaine. Even the few times you see each other as the wedding looms closer - the period your parents optimistically refer to as ‘courting’ - there is little time to get to know his heart. 

You realise, at the final fitting for your wedding clothes, that the first time you will be truly alone with the man who is to be your husband will be the night of your wedding. 

And that particular thought . . . 

You know the ways of the world. You know what will be expected of you, in order to properly consummate a marriage - you know that you will be intimate with Neuvillette for years to come. But the idea that the first time that the two of you will be able to snatch time with one another with no parents or gossip-mongers or anybody else around will also be the time in which you and he will legally become one (and you know, from experience at the Opera Epiclese, that Neuvillette is nothing if not a stickler for the law) . . . oh, it is enough to make you reconsider one last time running away from your responsibilities. 

“Mother?” You ask, your voice quiet, the night before your wedding. You have spent the entire day overseeing flowers and being asked questions, watching the cooks and the waiters bring in fine delicacies from all over Teyvat (Neuvillette had not wanted hosting duties; you get the impression that as long as the ceremony was done legally, he would be pleased enough to call you his spouse. But your parents have been preparing for this your whole life, so they had indeed wanted the spectacle of their child marrying the most powerful man in Fontaine. With no family to speak of, he had acquiesced to their desires. Your parents are in shivers of delight that Lady Furina will, too, grace the halls of your family home). “What if . . . what if I do not please him?”

You are sitting before your dressing table, in your sleeping robe, haunted by thoughts of all of the things that could go wrong whilst your mother double checks your wedding gown and the jewellery you are to wear tomorrow. She looks over at you - her face is normally hard, but as she sees the knit of your brow and the bite of your teeth into your lip, she sighs softly. 

“You have nothing to worry about,” she says, stroking your cheek. “The Iudex asked for you specifically.” You blink at her, wide-eyed, and she laughs a soft little laugh. “Don’t let it get to your head, now; they have been badgering him to marry for some time . . . but he did ask for you, out of all of the people he could have had. So take heart in that. Do you think him a foolish man?”

“No,” you shake your head, your voice a soft whisper. You suppose that Neuvillette is many things, but ‘foolish’ would not be one that would cross your mind. 

“There. You and he are going to have a happy life together.” A sly look steals over her face. “Ah . . . are you worried about the wedding night itself?”

“Mama!”

“It’s something we all go through, my dear.” She catches your chin in her hand and smiles at you, and for a moment, despite all of the times you have disliked her for the life you have been forced into . . . you are reminded that she is your mother, and she wants this to work just as much as you do. “Do not be frightened of him. Do not be overwhelmed by him. He has chosen you to be his equal, but he will not expect too much of you. I promise . . . everything is going to be fine.” She gives you a wink. “And if I were you, and were to marry a man who looked like the Chief Justice - why, I’d be positively thrilling with excitement at the thought of my wedding night!”

“Mama!” This time, your scandalised tone brings her out in peals of laughter, and she kisses the top of your head as she leaves the bedroom. The door clicks behind her. 

Your final night in your childhood room; your final night unmarried. One last slumber amongst your own silken pillows and sheets (what kind of bed, you wonder, does the Chief Justice sleep in?). 

That night, you dream of a sea that churns with a similar anxiety to the one that you feel in your own belly. 

The morning of your wedding day, it is raining. Your family fuss over it, but as you stand at your window with people running all about you, messing with your hair and rearranging your dress and having arguments about your bouquet, you cannot help but find it comforting to watch the rain fall in droplets, stopping and starting again, mirroring your own still-nervous heart. 

You think you will falter at the last hurdle, as you stand outside of the Opera Epiclese - normally a place of theatricals, but also a place of the law, and the place that the most important part of your wedding day will occur - and take a deep breath ready to start your new life. The bouquet in your hands is full of rainbow roses and romaritime flowers, bursting with colour; you are grateful to have it to hold on to, as the doors are thrown open and you walk slowly down the aisle of the theatre. 

Your eyes desperately seek out someone who will provide you an ounce of comfort in the crowd, all peering at you curiously to see the person who has finally tamed the Chief Justice. This is a spectacle as much as a wedding, you suppose; and as you see some people whisper behind their hands, you wonder if you have been found wanting. You bite your lip hard to stop yourself crying - and then, onstage, his hands clasped over his cane, your gaze finds Neuvillette himself. 

The patter of the rain on the roof of the Opera stops all at once. For a moment, you swear everything falls silent, as you and he look at each other. 

Slowly, his mouth breaks into a small, secret smile, and the buzz of whispering intensifies - but that smile is enough to steady you. To remind you he has been nothing but kind and polite. To whisper to you that perhaps this union is a thing to look forward to, and not to be feared. 

He looks as handsome as ever; his suit perfectly-pressed, his hair streaming in a neat silver white tail behind him. There are flowers that have been braided into it; and you see, as you ascend the stairs to the stage, that there are a group of Melusines sitting in the front rows with matching little bouquets of Lumidouce bells grasped in their little hands, beaming up at the Iudex. 

Lady Furina presides over the proceedings, tossing her hair and preening and holding the audience in the palm of her hand - another reminder that theatrics are more respected than the law in a land like Fontaine. But you cannot bring yourself to mind too much - not when Neuvillette’s smile is steady, his eyes trained on you the whole time. Not when, as he repeats the words in a clear voice like a ringing bell, he whispers them again as if they are only for you. Not when he takes his bare hands - ungloved, for the exchange of the rings - and holds your own, soft and round and dimpled, as he slides the ring onto your finger as if you are the most delicate thing in the world. 

When Furina - with more glee in her voice than you would have expected - announces that he may now kiss you, you feel your shoulders draw up in anxiety. The entire audience goes quiet, waiting with baited breath for this - as if it is one of the things they have been waiting for all day. Neuvillette, though, keeps his gaze on you. He acts as though there are not a thousand Fontainian citizens watching your every move - slowly, he places his arm around your waist and draws you closer to him, so close that the crowds seem to melt away and there is nobody but the two of you. 

“You look beautiful, by the way,” he murmurs into your ear, angling his head so that the crowd cannot see that he has said something that is only for the two of you (no doubt they would be baying to be privy to the marriage bed, if they thought they could get away with it) - and then, his lips brush against yours. They are cool and soft; the lightest tang of sea-salt remains on your own after he is done. The crowd roars with their approval as he steps back and bows to you, pressing his forehead to the back of your hand - and you stand there, trembling, excited and nervous and frightened and on display all at once, as your new husband takes you by the hand and gently, gently leads you back down one of the aisles of the opera, out to the waiting carriages to spirit you away from the spectacle of the opera house and into the spectacle that your parents have designed as a celebration. 

As it turns out, it is not so bad. Your parents have understood, at the very least, that the two of you will be retiring early to Neuvillette’s residence (your trunks already packed, already loaded onto a carriage to be delivered in the next few days). They have managed to rein themselves in; only invite the most important echelons of society to this celebration, despite the luxury and the excess that has been coming into the house for weeks now. 

So you bow to Lady Furina and accept her compliments with a stutter and hot cheeks, Neuvillette by your side, his steadying hand on your waist. Neuvillette expertly manages to weave around your family’s ballroom as if he has been doing it all his life - but then, remembering how much older he is than you, you suppose that he has been doing it at least as long as you have been alive. He has a remarkable way of remaining polite, yet not brokering too much room for small talk and gossip, as if he can tell that this kind of thing is not your favourite. 

You overhear, when you have been spirited away from your husband’s side for ten minutes by some of your friends, an older couple accosting Neuvillette. 

“You had all of the choice in the world,” the man says, poking Neuvillette in the centre of his chest - from the slur in his words, you think he may have partaken in a touch too much of your parent’s imported dandelion wine. “Whyever did you make this one?”

Your heart stutters in your chest; a trickle of sweat rolls down the back of your wedding gown. This is what you have been fearful of, this whole time - you being found wanting, you being seen as not good enough for Neuvillette--

But your new husband merely smiles. 

“I have eyes,” he says, mildly, and he turns away from the couple and brings an end to the conversation that you know must leave them utterly blistering. He comes to find you, instead - apologising most profusely to your friends for having to steal you away. 

You stay for as short a time as you can manage, with the congratulations and the toasts and the speeches (a Melusine or two makes a speech for Neuvillette; you much prefer their simple honesty to some of the awful gushing things that come from the mouths of connections of your parents who have never given much care to you before), with the cake being cut--

“Here,” Neuvillette murmurs, and your cheeks go hot as he feeds you a bite of his own slice from the same fork he has been using. “I must confess that this is rather too sweet for me.” 

By the time that Neuvillette begins to make his excuses, bowing and smiling and thanking his hosts and the guests, the moon is already hanging white and plump in the black velvet of the night - and as you say goodbye to your parents, your Mama gives you a wink that makes you go hot all over. 

Neuvillette’s residence is surprisingly unassuming; it is smaller than your parents house, and he does not employ half as many maids or staff. For a moment, his gaze flitters over to you, and you sense a nervousness in the air. 

“I am sorry if it is not what you were expecting,” he says, voice clipped - but you shake your head, and try and let some of the anxiety drain from your tight shoulders. 

“It’s lovely,” you say, firmly, as he helps you out of the carriage. This time, when his gloved hand - he has chosen to put his gloves back on, his wedding ring glinting over the black satin - touches your waist, you gasp. The frisson of promise that runs through the touch makes you feel dizzy with possibility. Neuvillette looks at you with those dark sapphire eyes of his, and murmurs;

“I apologise if you’re nervous. I have no wish to . . . make you do anything you don’t want to. I am more than willing to wait-- the law does not require we consummate directly on our wedding night, and if you are frightened--”

A drop of rain lands on your cheek. 

“No,” you breathe out, all in a rush, surprised to find it falling from your lips as you say it. But then you think of his lingering kiss, of the way he shut down that couple at the wedding reception, of that private smile he had given you to soothe your fears as you walked down the aisle, and you’re even more surprised to find that you mean it. “Not at all. I-- I am nervous, but . . .”

He gives you another soft, gentle smile that makes your heart feel ready to burst out of your chest. The raindrop you had felt has no companions; simply a freak occurrence in the weather. 

“I must admit,” he murmurs, as he helps you towards his front door. “I am very pleased to hear that. I hope you won’t find it remiss of me to admit that I have been . . . rather looking forward to it.”

Your cheeks go hot again. The idea of Neuvillette, imagining you like that, even waiting for it . . . it is hard not to find it at once flattering and embarrassing. Neuvillette opens the door for you, but as you go to step inside--

“Ah, just a moment--” He leans his cane against the front door, and reaches for you. “I’m aware there’s a custom about bringing one’s new spouse over the threshold, and I would hate to break tradition--”

“You don’t have to,” you say, stuttering on the words. “I’m not light--”

But Neuvillette has already reached for you, already wrapped a surprisingly strong arm about your waist - and before you know it, as if he hasn’t needed to exert any energy at all, you have been pulled into his hold, held like a princess being rescued by a knight. 

You look up at him, and he looks down at you, his smile soft once more. 

“You feel perfectly light in my arms,” he tells you, as he steps over the threshold with you and gently places you down as softly and carefully as he had picked you up. You were not expecting the strength from him - he wears his robes of office, of course, and he certainly has the height, but there’s a kind of willowiness about him that does not exactly betray him being able to do such a thing. 

(If he can do that, a wicked little voice in your head whispers, imagine what else he could do to you - how easily he could manipulate you in a more intimate moment--)

It’s almost as if he can read your mind. He laughs a clear, silvery laugh like the rushing of a river. 

“Shall I show you to our bedchambers?” He asks you. “I’m sure you’ll want to get all of your finery off soon; it looks rather heavy. If you are not opposed . . . perhaps we may bathe together?”

Your heart, beating double time in your chest. Neuvillette’s eyes, cool and calm. The way your blood seems to sing in your veins. You smile back at him. 

“I would like that very much.”

Neuvillette’s house may not be as extravagant as expected, but the bathroom more than makes up for it - and most of all, the bathtub set into the floor, as wide as a swimming pool. He sees your look of surprise and laughs, sounding for once a little embarrassed.

“I enjoy being able to relax in water - natural water most of all,” he tells you, “but it would be rather . . . scandalous, if an ordinary citizen were to find me unexpectedly. This is my compromise. One of my vices, you may say.”

As vices go, it is a tame one, and you look at the bathtub - already full of clear water, so you can see the mosaic tiles on the bottom (the tub itself is stepped, so one can simply sit and relax at one end or perhaps even use the other end to swim a few strokes). 

“I loved to swim when I was little,” you say, wistfully. “As I got older, my parents thought the idea of me wearing my swim clothes too often was improper, but . . .”

“Well,” Neuvillette says, placing his hands upon your hips with only the lightest of pressure as if he is still too afraid to touch you too much. “You are welcome to use this bathroom for swimming whenever you wish. It is not quite the same, of course, but I want nothing more than you to be happy here. What’s mine is yours now, sweet one.”

It’s the first pet name he has used for you, and it makes your mouth go dry. Slowly, you turn towards him. You are about to be naked together, you suppose - even if you are going to bathe before anything more intimate happens - so you ought to be braver. You reach for his face, palms warm on his cheeks - and though his eyes flash in surprise, he gladly leans in to let you kiss him. 

This time, you let the kiss linger for longer; this private moment in the sanctity of a home that is to be shared between you. He sighs into your mouth and pulls you closer himself, so as you cradle his face his palms rest upon the ample curve of your hip. His teeth tug, almost shyly, at your bottom lip - and you feel your lashes flutter, your heart give an answering skip in your chest. His tongue traces the seam of your mouth and you part your lips, allowing him to take you as he wants - but even this ‘taking’ is done slowly, carefully, like a man who wishes to savour you. 

You pull back, your breath coming in soft little gasps - Neuvillette’s eyes are half-lidded, but it does not stop him smiling at you, putting you at ease. 

“We ought to disrobe,” he tells you, kindly - and he gently motions for you to turn, so that he may work at the difficult laces and hooks of your bridal outfit. You feel a little shy, as the fabric pools around your ankles, and you are left bare - but then he is turning you around, and in his eyes you see something that must be close to worship. 

“I am a man who says what I mean,” he tells you, tilting your chin upward toward him. “I have not spared your ego, little one - everything I see before me is . . .” He shakes his head, letting loose a ragged breath, more undone than you’ve seen him before. “More than I could ever have asked for.” One gloved finger trails across your lips, tracing a patch from the corner of your mouth down to your throat, your collarbone - reaching behind you to unclip your undergarments, so they fall to the ground with your gown. “You’re truly the loveliest creature.” 

“I--”

He shakes his head, smiling still. 

“Perhaps in my choice of a spouse,” he murmurs, “I let my own desires overtake me a touch . . . but ah, if you could see yourself the way I see you--”

You hesitantly hook your thumbs into your underwear and stand before him, naked completely - and you win, for your bravery, another ragged breath. 

“I must warn you,” Neuvillette murmurs, as he reaches for his own collar and begins to unbutton, to untie, to work the trappings of his own outfit off of himself. “You may be . . . surprised.”

“By what?” You feel brave enough to give him a little smile, though your heart is still beating faster than you’ve ever felt it. “Am I to discover you have been hiding extra limbs?”

Neuvillette’s gaze does not falter. 

“Something like that,” he agrees, mildly, as he slips his shirt and coat from his shoulders. His skin is milky pale in the moonlight streaming in from a window set high in the wall, his hair glimmering silver. He takes your breath away. 

Who would have thought you would ever find yourself in this position with the Chief Justice of Fontaine? 

He unbuttons his placket slowly - and as he carefully works down the fabric of his trousers, you realise exactly what it was he was warning you about. 

“I hope I do not disappoint you,” he says, as your mouth falls open at the sight of his cocks; resting one atop another, both half-swollen already. Your mouth goes dry at the thought of your wedding night, still to come. “I assure you, I know exactly what to do with them.” 

“I--I didn’t mean to--!” Your voice comes out a little panicked - but then, Neuvillette lets out a soft huff of laughter. 

“It’s quite alright,” he tells you. “But I will reiterate; I will not hurt you. You are . . . more than welcome to touch. But if we do not get in soon, I fear the water will have gone cold.” 

Neuvillette helps you into the bath, surprisingly unashamed of his own nakedness. At the press of his body against yours as he helps you down the steps inlaid into the tub, you feel his cocks jump against you, the wet smear of something against the dip of your back - but then, Neuvillette is lowering himself into the water beside you and letting loose a sigh of pure bliss that sends a coil of heat spiralling to between your thighs. 

You have never partaken in the gossip that surrounds Neuvillette, about his pointed ears or his inhumanly lovely face or his age - you would never have expected what he is hiding in his trousers. But as you sit beside your new husband, you cannot help but feel as though it makes perfect sense - a man like him could not be ordinary. And you trust him when he tells you he will not hurt you; when he says he knows what he’s doing, you think of all of the time he has on you and you have to suppress a shiver of desire for what he may have to teach you. 

He touches you, as the two of you bathe together. Lets his fingers massage the shampoo into your hair, lets his hands slide the washcloth over the contours of your body until you can barely breathe for the hot trails of fire that he leaves in his wake. You do not think he means to inflame you so - but then, he allows you to do the same thing to him, and he shudders and leans back into your touch, a soft noise almost like a purr falling from the back of his throat, and he realises exactly what bathing together is doing to you both. 

Still. The two of you linger there; touching one another. Getting to know one another’s bodies without any fear, for beneath the water all is muffled and calm. His fingers learn the shape of your nipples when he pinches them, how they pucker and harden beneath him. His palms learn the weight of your breasts, heavy and ample in his hands. His mouth learns the taste of your shoulders, as he drops hot, wet kisses across the span of them, the nape of your neck. And in return you feel the silkiness of his hair, the softness of his skin, the feel of his corded muscle beneath his deceptively slender frame. 

By the time the two of you are wrapped in fluffy towels the colour of an early morning sky, you are both hot with want. Neuvillette’s twin cocks seem to pulse with his desire; you can no longer tell if you are slick and wet from the bath or from the space between your thighs. You shyly look at one another through lowered lashes, though, as the wedding night and all it entails comes closer and closer and closer. 

“It’s a beautiful night,” you say to him, when the two of you have finally entered the bedroom. Neuvillette’s window is open a crack, enough so that the lacy curtains flutter in the light night-time breeze. “You would hardly think it’s been raining on and off all day.”

“Mmm,” Neuvillette agrees, as you feel him come up behind you. He slowly takes your hands, encouraging you to drop the towel; and then you stand before him, naked again, but with something far more than a bath in your future. He leans in and presses a kiss to the sensitive place where your neck and shoulder meet, just barely grazing it with surprisingly sharp teeth. “I should not wonder if it doesn’t rain again for some time.”

Neuvillette leads you to the bed, his hand firmly around yours. He is unerringly gentle and patient with you, as he urges you to sit upon the bedcovers - and your breath catches when you do as he asks, and instead of joining you he sinks onto his knees. You have never thought to imagine the Chief Justice kneeling before you, and the sight of it makes you buzz all over in anticipation. He smiles at your unsurety - and leans in, pressing a kiss to your knee, gently urging you to spread your thighs for him. His gloves are stripped away, but his wedding ring gleams on his finger as his fingers sink into the soft, full skin of your thigh. 

He leans in, pressing another kiss to the side of your knee. Higher, higher, higher he trails them - and his breath fans cool against your heated core, and your fingers clench into the bedsheets in surprise at what he might be about to do. 

“Don’t be afraid,” he murmurs to you, his cheek pressing silky against your skin, as he suckles a love-bite into the part where your leg meets your pelvis. “I merely want to ensure you’re adequately prepared.”

“Y-you don’t need to,” you say, breathless, hot, embarrassed and needy all at once. This is an act of such intimacy, you do not know how to parse the thought of the Iudex doing it to you - but he gives you a smile that is not without a hint of fang, the wickedest look you have seen upon his face so far, and he reaches between the two of you to use his thumb to pull apart the lips of your sex so you are revealed to him. 

“Oh,” he breathes. “But I want to, sweet one. And . . . looking at how wet you are for me, I daresay you want me to do so too.”

“M-Monsieur--”

“Neuvillette,” he murmurs, and he presses a kiss directly onto your sex, slick and wet with your own excitement, his nose brushing across the swollen nub of your clit. “Use my name.”

“Neuvillette--” It comes out rather thin and reedy, but Neuvillette does not seem to notice - instead, he seems rather preoccupied by what lies between your thighs. Your fingers tighten when you feel his tongue slide across you, gathering your slick upon the tip. There’s a strange quality to it, almost as if it is longer and firmer than a human tongue ought to be - and as he flickers his tip over your clit, again and again and again, and you shudder from the sensations he draws forth . . . you wonder if, too, his tongue is forked--

Thoughts quickly dissipate from your head when there is a man knelt between your thighs, though, and it is no different for you. The wondering is quickly chased away by the hungry way that Neuvillette laps at you, like a man who has been parched for water for months. 

Through it, he urges you to part your thighs as wide as you can, so that he can more thoroughly attack you with his tongue - and with every stroke, with every suck and lick and groan of him against you, you feel a knot tighten in your stomach in a way you have never experienced. It is like his mouth is a match, setting fire to your core - despite how you can feel wetness dripping down you, onto his bedcovers, surely soaking his chin and his lips. 

He does something with his tongue - a twirl, a flourish - and his name comes spilling out of your lips like a prayer, and the idea that he may at some point stop using his mouth on you flashes across your synapses like a tragedy. Without realising you’re doing it, you move one hand to grip his silvery hair, to keep him anchored against you - you realise, too, that it is not merely his name spilling out of you like an overturned wineglass. Pleas and whimpers and begging have joined the fray, and you would ordinarily cringe at being thought so wanting. But with Neuvillette’s mouth, with the promise of what he is trying to wring from you--

Shame seems unimportant compared to the way he shudders at your hand in his hair, the way his tongue intensifies flicking against your clit. 

He pulls back, breathing heavy, mouth glittering with your slick. 

“I’m going to put a finger inside you,” he tells you, and you are grateful that he too sounds a little breathless. You cannot imagine just how embarrassing it would be to be the only one falling apart. 

“I want . . . you,” you say, not without a touch of petulance, and Neuvillette lets out a hoarse little laugh. Still kneeling before you, he reaches up to touch your warmed face - his thumb, too, glitters with your arousal from the way he had held you open. You cannot bring yourself to care when he softly smears it across your bottom lip like an offering, and he lets out a shuddering groan at the sight of your tongue swiping it off. 

“I want you,” he says. “Oh, you have no idea how much I want you. But I will not hurt you, sweet one. Let me prepare you.”

It feels very much like him; this way of taking charge, his firm words. This time, his hand curves up your inner thigh, and your breath catches as his finger slides between the valley of your sex, wetting itself in your slick and his saliva. Your toes curl into his plush carpet as he nudges your clit with his fingertip, as a soft noise of surprise escapes your mouth and he chuckles. 

He slides one finger inside of you with no resistance at all. His earlier ministrations have seen to that. It’s a strange sensation, to have something inside that is not one of your own fingers (rather smaller, rather shorter than his) - but it is hardly unwelcome. You whisper out his name, your eyes closing, and Neuvillette makes a gentle noise of encouragement. 

“That’s right,” he murmurs to you, as he slowly begins to pump his finger in and out of you. “You’re doing so well - you’re taking it beautifully. I’m going to put a second one in--”

He does exactly as he says, and the hand still knit in his hair tugs at the silvery strands a little harder. It is not that it is painful, but simply that it is a stretch you are unused to - and one, too, that you know will continue to intensify. 

You feel a strange, cool shock at the entrance to your sex - and you chance a glance down and realise it is his wedding ring, pressing against you. The sight and the knowledge makes you shudder, and Neuvillette huffs out a noise of want in return. 

You think of the cocks, straining beneath the vee of Neuvillette’s pelvis. You cannot see them now, but from the way they had looked when the two of you were just bathing, you feel certain they must be swollen stiff and hard, waiting for their own chance (and too, from the spots of colour on Neuvillette’s cheeks, the way his words have a strange, dry edge to them when he speaks). How will he put those inside of you? One at a time? Both at once? 

“What are you thinking about?” Neuvillette asks, raising his gaze to meet your own, a smile tugging at the corners of the lips. “You suddenly tightened around me.” 

“I--!” Your cheeks go hot, embarrassment making warmth seep down your back. Neuvillette laughs. 

“No need to keep secrets,” he murmurs, slowly establishing another rhythm, a slow pump of his two fingers inside of you, scissoring slightly to open you up. “We are married now, sweet one. We can share everything. Mmm . . . let me see. Were you imagining my fingers to be my cock?”

“Neuvillette--” Your voice is a weak little protest, and you avert your gaze shyly even as you force the words out. “I was . . . will you put them both inside of me?” Your gaze slips over his face again, nervous to see his reaction - his eyes widen in surprise, but it is not at all a look of anger. 

“Not tonight,” he tells you, and he smiles again. “I fear it may be too much for you. Ah, but if that’s what you want . . . my dear, I know you’d feel exquisite.” 

His fingers, pumping in and out, curling inside of you. His words, velvet-draped and deep - the look of concentration on his face, insistent on nothing more than drawing pleasure forward from you. You feel the hot tension inside of you reach a breaking point - a pot, ready to bubble over. 

“I must confess,” he breathes, leaning in, breath hitting your sex hot and close. “I was worried you might be afraid. I’m terribly glad to know what an effect the idea has on you.”

As he finishes the sentence, he lets his tongue drag out one slow, final lap of your clit - and it is just enough to push you over the final edge. The bubbling pot within you reaches boiling point - and the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt, like molten heat, suffuses you entirely. Your head falls back. A noise of sheer enjoyment falls wanton from your lips - your thighs and your hips and your entire body trembles and shakes in the pleasure, and you feel your sex pulsating and throbbing around the two of Neuvillette’s fingers that are inside of you. 

“Lovely,” Neuvillette murmurs, watching you in awe, his fingers slowing down as he lets you ride out the waves of your orgasm. “Oh, you’re . . . exquisite.”

“Neuvillette,” you say, collapsing back onto the bed, your breath coming in harsh pants. “I was afraid, at first. But I don’t think I could be. Not knowing what you’re like now. Not anymore.”

“Sweet thing.” Neuvillette stands. He steps forward and you see him again - his cocks are indeed straining, silvery precome dripping from the dual tips and smeared over the flat planes of his stomach. “You have no idea what you do to me. May I . . . ?” 

He does not need to ask. You think you would grant him whatever he asked for - you cannot imagine Neuvillette overstepping your boundaries, when he has been so sweet and so careful and so guiding for as long as you’ve known him, even knowing he could do whatever he wanted to you and nobody would blame him. But it warms your heart that he asks even so. 

“Please do,” you breathe, and you spread your thighs wider to accommodate him on the bed. 

His hands scoop under your hips, his palms firm on your ass as he moves you higher up the bed, ensuring that your head and shoulders are propped up with a mound of pillows. Even with his cocks practically twitching, he prioritises you before himself, and you cannot resist another show of appreciation, wrapping your hand around his neck and pulling him down into a kiss. 

He groans into your mouth, the movement clearly welcome - but when he mouths at you now, he is far messier than he has been before, his teeth just a little more present. You think he must be losing some of his control, and as his cocks nudge against your inner thighs, you are proved correct. 

“I’m sorry,” he breathes against your lips, pulling back just far enough to be able to speak. “I cannot hold myself back a moment longer--”

“Please, Neuvillette,” you whisper, fingers still in his hair. 

His lower cock nudges against your sex, the ring of muscle that will grant him entrance - and as he opens you up, his second cock rubs over the swollen over-sensitive nub of your clit and you whine. 

He covers your whine with another kiss. He eases into you, moment by moment, inch by inch - you have nothing to compare it to, but you think from the slow tempo he goes at and the way his gaze keeps flicking over you, checking you’re alright, he must be larger than average. 

But he has prepared you well. The stretch is an ache, but a pleasant one - it does not send painful shockwaves all through you. Your thighs wrap around his hips, pulling him as close as you can manage, and Neuvillette sighs. 

“Will you kiss me again?” He murmurs, so softly you almost do not hear him. The request makes your heart feel like bursting in your chest - the soft way he looks at you, his unwillingness to pull away from you, his desire to be as close to you as he can even when he is buried inside of you. 

You do. Arms wrap around his shoulders. His hands find purchase on your hips. His mouth and yours dance against one another - his tongue learning yours as if he is learning a new language. 

He fucks you like that. 

He is not rough with you, that first night; he does not, as you have heard so many new husbands do, take you and have you and ignore what you might want. Neuvillette cherishes you. 

The slow rock of his hips, indulgent in their rhythm. The way he kisses you. He is chasing his own release, but he does not feel any need to fuck into you with abandon. At least not yet. 

But time ticks on. The two of you seem to meld into one entity, and the kissing and the fucking grows sharper at the edges. You feel that Neuvillette is hovering on something, his expression almost desperate, as he rearranges the angle of his hips and the speed of his thrusts. 

“Please,” he whispers, broken-voiced. “I’m close--”

You let go of him and he lets out a noise of distress at the lack of contact, a noise that makes you shiver with the idea of how much power you may one day have over him. But instead of anything else, one of your hands darts between you, to take a firm grip on his second cock. Neuvillette hisses through his teeth at your hand, hot and firm. 

You do not know what you’re doing, not really, but that does not seem to bother Neuvillette as he increases the speed of his hips. In fact, he does most of the work - fucking his lower cock inside of you, hot and deep and wet, and fucking the cock atop it into your fist. You manage to work out a kind of twisting motion that makes him growl in the back of his throat--

It’s a fascinating noise, really. It makes you think of him as an animal, something feral and possessive - and you wonder what, later on, you may learn about him--

But then your name is falling from his lips like a prayer, and his cock is twitching inside of you and in your grip, and your back arches at the same time as he leans forward and sinks his teeth into your shoulder--

(Almost like a claiming bite. Almost like a mark to say that you are his). 

And both of you come, together, in great waves and pants and gasps of breath. His come paints your fist and the round softness of your stomach at the same time as it paints inside of you, your body once more pulsating around his cock as if it never wants to let you go. 

Like a tide on the shore; like a moon rising high over the lakes of Fontaine. Neuvillette lets himself lay atop of you, his head against your heart, his breath coming in great heaves. 

You do not need to think this time; you simply lift your unsoiled hand and begin to stroke the silver of his hair in slow, careful motions. From the back of his throat again comes that noise, something like a purr and something like a chirrup. His eyes close contentedly. 

“Neuvillette?” You whisper into the darkness, and your husband makes a soft ‘mm?’ of response. “You really . . . could have had anyone. Why did you choose me?”

“Hmm, sweet one?” He lifts his head from your chest and looks down at you like you have asked him why the sky is blue. “Didn’t you hear me earlier? I certainly did have my pick . . . I perhaps wouldn’t have chosen to marry if Lady Furina hadn’t been so insistent, but I was lucky enough to be able to choose anybody I wanted. And I had seen you.” He shakes his head, a huff of laughter falling from his mouth. “Like I said - I do have eyes.”

Your cheeks feel hot. The thought of being coveted by Monsieur Neuvillette, when you had worried about your body and your match and your future so often it felt like second nature--

“Oh dear,” he says, looking down at the two of you - at the sweat-slicked hair, at the come drying on your inner thigh. “I fear we’ll need to have another bath before bed.” 

“And you won’t mind if I join you?”

He chuckles. 

“Why,” he says. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐡𝐬𝐫/𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𓍼 𐙚 𓍢ִ໋🀦

art cred: gnillhem (x), howdong_ (x), mimmirii_ (insta)

❀ synopsis: how various men would love their chubby gfs <3

❀ genre: smut

❀ a/n: as a chonky gal myself this was so fun to write, also this was an ankn req from my old blog!

❀ tags: nsfw, mirror sex, praise, explicit, vulgar, cunnalingus, riding, fluff(?)

❀ Gallagher- You can’t tell me this man isn’t obsessed with curvy women. Absolutely enthralled by all your dips and mounds; feasting his eyes all over your figure and making sure no one in the bar ogles over you too hard. Just a little is fine though. Only a little.

He’s definitely possessive over you, but not controlling in the slightest.

In public, he’ll hug you from behind and squeeze you lovingly. And when you nap he’ll lay his head down on your stomach with his body inbetween your legs, loving when you graze your hand through his hair.

His hands though, love to hold every part of your body when you’re on top of him; especially your hips.

“Oh, god, right there,” you moaned, as his hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements up and down his cock. You could feel the heat radiating off his body as your skin pressed together, each movement sending a wave of pleasure through your clit. He relished in the feeling of your soft skin under his fingertips, his hands roaming up her back, down your sides, never wanting to let go.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. He looked at you like you were the only woman in the world.

❀ Wrio- Doesn’t necessarily care about body types, but is obsessed with thighs. Doesn’t matter where, if he’s seated next to you his hand will be placed on your knee like a brace. He rubs them with his thumb, even if he’s driving they’ll be all over you. He’s always touching you, feeling your skin against his.

Oh yeah, by the way, he’s obsessed with your thighs. So much so that he’d do anything to be buried in them.

“Stay still…” He’d plead, muffled monotone coming from between your legs as is face is stuffed in the middle. His tongue traces up and down your exposed slit, hands gripping onto the fat of your thighs as his face is completely engulfed from side to side, marked up with marks of his teeth and colors of deep purple from his tender kisses.

“Wrio-“ You moan out- tempting to open your legs as the pleasure arose, earning a loud and stinging slap on your ass from your lover.

“Still.” He affirms, continuing to wring all the cum out of you, lapping it up while massaging your thighs with his palms.

❀ Diluc- Incredibly flaunting of you, you’re his beautiful prized possession. Not that your a trophy wife, but it would be a crime against teyvat to keep the world from seeing you.

Diluc especially loves to see you in the finest silks and chiffon.

The only thing he loves to see you in other than the most expensive fibers, is just nothing at all.

Every time he undresses you, his breath hitches at the sight of your benevolence. He loves the way you feels under his touch.

His favorite way to undress you, is right infront of the mirror. Standing behind you, he unties the buttons that trail down your back. It’s his favorite dress on you, but it’s subjected to the cold marble floors like every other peice of clothing he’s torn off you.

Slowly he drops the sleeves down, moving your hair out the way so he can plant kisses to your neck, one hand snaked around from behind you to hold your neck. The other groping and squeezing your breasts, before trailing down to feel your wet folds inside your panties.

“Pull these off.” He says, and you eagerly comply, sliding your panties to the side as he watches you infront of him in the reflection.

He takes in the sight before him, his eyes roaming over your exposed body, making you feel vulnerable yet completely safe in his embrace. 'You're perfect,' he whispers, before he turns his lips to descend on yours, igniting a fire within you that can only be extinguished by him.

It’s not long before he has you sitting on the dresser opposite of the mirror so he can force you to watch him fuck you. So that you can see how hungry he is for you, with your own two eyes.

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

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18+ MDNI

Needy!men Are the type of guys to be brimming with attraction for you, to beg for your attention just a touch, a kiss, a stroke had them begging for more. They want- No they require all of you, when you embrace them in a hug it takes every cell in their body, to ground them back to reality understanding this is a public place.

Needy!men Who trail their hands along your thigh under the table while occasionally give you side glances just waiting for you to stir, as their friends continue to indulge in conversation with the both of you. Needy!men That even why they're balls deep in you keep telling you how much they need you, as if the merciless pounding wasn't proof enough. The way he pinned you down into the mattress with his body to feel close along with intimate with.

Needy!men That take you on any surface when you get home, holding you up, pinning you down or helping you balance. Letting out a mix between a whine along with a groan as he finished deep inside, filling you to the very brim. "You can go for another round, yes?"

¡! ❞ Itto, Tighnari, Cyno, Gorou, Kaeya, Childe/ Tartaglia, Xiao, Zhongli

-‘๑’-Note; Next drabble coming soon….,If you have any characters you want me to cover in my next post(Or any request/ prompt for that matter) please lmk via question bar (Renamed Q&R), Comments or my Inbox

Please excuse me for taking a slight hiatus and not doing a part 2(yet) to romance in the bedroom. I literally gave birth so.