#genshin impact kinktober

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 4﹕✦﹕┈・୧

Neuvillette x f!reader -> Impact Play

Event Masterlist

you could be considered the one person who knew neuvillette’s first name. while that did make you feel special, it also made you burdened with the secrets he carried alone— until now. your husband was the literal dragon sovereign. the most powerful elemental dragon of hydro. his powers were of course— not of any subjective importance to you since you were his mate. however, the authority he carried made you want to be pressed with that too. oh how delicious it would feel to have him stern and relentless.

your thoughts were brought down with your haze as neuvillette’s voice echoed in the shared breakfast table. “is something the matter, my beloved? you rather seem irked with your trail of thoughts. can i help?” neuvillette was so sweet to you, eyes laced with worry and inquisitive-ness. “it’s all fine, neuv. don’t worry.” you dismissed his worries, sighing.

he was laced with his iudex attire, glistening with the incredible power as the chief justice of fontaine. neuvillette didn’t buy your tranced rejection of his question. “are you sure?” he pressed further. watching you observantly. you were playing with the shinny diamond bracelet— a trinket adored by your dragon mate and brought to you as a gift, afraid neuvillette could figure something was wrong just with the look of your eyes.

“mhm, quite sure.” you smiled again, looking up at him finally. yep— neuvillette wasn’t buying it in the least. he just wanted to know what was it, that plagued your thoughts oh so much.

“i don’t mean to obsess over this or make you uncomfortable by pressing you for the ‘why’ or ‘what’s is bothering you’ but i sincerely hope you tell me this.” yes, he wanted to know. he has always wanted you to feel seen and heard. you dip the croissant into your coffee with cream, taking a bite and trying to contemplate how you’d say these words to him.

“i want you to be mean to me. in bed. like— i want you to indulge into things… like edging, like- impact play like— breeding.” you wanted to dig up a hole for yourself as you felt neuvillette’s sharpened gaze pierce through you. a huffed chuckle escaped out of him. “very well, if my darling lover has been brave enough to admit to her kinks. i musn’t disappoint.”

a few days had passed since that conversation, and now all you’re reminded of is that little trinket. wetness pooling down your thighs as you laid bare onto the iudex’s knees and squirmed at every hit. “nngh please!” you whimpered as another hit launched onto the plush of your already reddened ass.

“you must address me correctly if you want *spank* relent, on my end.” neuvillette daunted in a low, threatening tone. you gasped out, clamping around nothing and wiggling your bruised ass.

“please iudex, i- i want you so bad!” you cried out, sniffling softly at the spanks neuvillette as given your meaty ass over and over, asked you to count & oh you just wanted to savour his cock.

you knew your dragon would soften if you were to beg sweetly, hands massaging the plush of your ass soothingly. “what count are we in, little girl?”

you whimpered out, biting your lip, “seventeen.” you were reduced to a mush, putty in neuvillette’s hands. all for him to play with. all for him… to toy with.

“good girl, you remember your count right.” he smiled, kissing your ass cheek. “maybe you should be rewarded for this, no?”

“yes, please iudex- please!” you finally decided to say his first name, causing neuvillette to soften up, “of course my little princess. i will take such good care of you.” he smiled, petting your hair. maybe you should’ve told about this way— way earlier. ;)

[tofuxtea]

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐑 | 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 + 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — diluc ragnvindr x fem!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — nsfw, lingerie, somnophilia, dark/extreme content, dub/non-con (consent was previously established tho!), diluc is distant bc of work and reader tries to distract him but it doesn’t work until after you fall asleep, basically pussydrunk diluc lol, bit of aftercare at end :)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — not proofread, ngl this shit awakened something in me LMFAOOO

diluc never had time for you anymore. at first, it wasn’t an issue — sad replies of “sorry, love, i don’t have time right now” to dinner plans or twenty minute delays to relaxing outings because of unexpected work at the winery. you understood. diluc was a busy man — a winery owner for god’s sake.

it wasn’t until the first time he stood you up because he’d forgotten about the reservations after work ran a little later than usual and the many mornings you woke up alone, and then went to sleep in the same fashion did it start to affect you. every time, he apologized until your ears nearly fell off and every time you reassured him it was alright.

he was busy. he had work. that was okay! he was doing this to provide for the both of you — and you knew he would never hurt you intentionally. all he needed was a break, even if it was just for the night. you would gladly give him that.

so you got to planning. with some help from lisa, you found a gorgeous lingerie set at a small shop she knew. a cherry red lace bra and panty set with matching thigh garters and a sheer slip to go overtop. you remembered how much diluc adored that red dress you wore to your first date and you knew he would love this.

now you had to wait for him to get home. this time around, the winery was beginning to cool down with shipments, so diluc was granted the ability to work from home at night. tonight, he came home just as the sun was setting and you expected him to head right up to bed, but you came down a half an hour later to find him shut inside his study.

you had the set on already, clutching your fluffy white robe around yourself in case he had a servant out and about downstairs. he didn’t hear you open the door, nor did he spare you a glance when you sweetly greeted him. “i’ll come to bed in a bit, okay? don’t wait up for me if you’re too tired, love.” he’d said, and that was all you got from him. he mumbled something about ‘a few more orders to situate’ before you finally shut the door and trudged back upstairs, defeat weighing down your shoulders.

even an hour later, there was no sign of him retiring to bed any time soon. so you curled up under the duvet, unable to find the strength to take the set off, and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

diluc carefully opened the door late into the night, peering inside to find you in a tiny heap on your side of the bed. the steady rise and fall of your body told him you were asleep. he sighed, suddenly aware of how long he’d been downstairs. he settled onto his side, beginning to unbutton his dress shirt to prepare for bed, and leaned over to press a kiss to your temple when he caught a glimpse of a bright red garment lazily hidden by the covers.

curiously, he nudged the duvet down to your elbows and the air was torn out of his lungs. red, elastic straps nestled into your skin, lace adorning your sleeping body so beautifully. any sane part of him would immediately cover you up and curse himself for even daring to invade your privacy, but the tired, overworked half of his mind couldn’t stop staring. it wondered what it felt like, what your skin felt like.

shit. there was a vicious battle in his head as his hand hovered over your bare arm. for now, there was a clear winner. diluc gently rubbed your arm, easing you onto your back to admire the set. it molded perfectly to your body — your breasts, your hips, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. his breath came out in staggers like he’d been presented a feast.

no. his rationale began to push through the sea of hunger that made his fingers tremble and he paused. while you had fully established that you were okay with and actually welcomed situations like this, diluc wanted you to be awake for this. he’d neglected you for so long, you deserved to feel every bit of this.

no.

screw that. diluc clumsily climbed over your body to straddle your thighs, tossing the blankets off of you and fumbling with the rest of his shirt. he didn’t know where to begin; your soft, gently parted lips, your enticing neck, your barely clothed tits, your exposed hips where your slip rode up. he tossed his bunched up shirt along with the blanket before swiftly unbuckling his belt and easing the tension in his pants.

the tips of his fingers ghosted over your hip, inching the lacy hem of your slip further up your waist. “fuck,” he hissed, slipping his hand underneath the delicate fabric to cup your breast through the thin lace bra. it wasn’t enough. diluc grasped the clip at the center of your chest, snapping it open.

you stirred in your sleep, maybe reacting to the tickle of his red hair against the dip in your stomach as he lowered his lips to one breast, letting you settle before latching onto your nipple. the way your body remained slack under his touch was foreign to him and he thought about waking you up, but a small part of him liked the idea of doing whatever he wanted with no resistance. so he kept going, kneading your other tit with his free hand, enjoying the faint whines that slipped past your unmoving lips.

diluc worked sloppy kisses down your body until he reached the thin waistband of your panties, hooking his fingers into either side and shimmying them down your plush thighs. he glanced up to your serene face, now cutely twisted into a pout in your sleep. the tip of his finger prodded at your cunt. you were already fairly wet and his thumb glided over your clit with fervor. your body reacted this time, lightly twisting and turning as broken, unaware moans filled the silence.

“that’s it, love,” diluc groaned, palming himself through his boxers. he slid his middle finger into you, enjoying the tiny flinch between your eyebrows. you were more turned on than he’d anticipated, adding another digit with no resistance.

as wrong as it felt, the flush rising in diluc’s face overpowered his morale. your thighs twitched, instinctively yet gently squeezing his fist as you clenched around his fingers. diluc stumbled on a gasp and his gaze had to meet your face to ensure you were still asleep. he was in awe when he saw your expressions morph but simultaneously showed no signs of consciousness.

he hummed, pleased with the warmth he felt slowly dripping down his fingers, and removed them. you hardly reacted, only a breathy whimper at the cold emptiness.

uncaring of the mess, he tore his boxers down his hips and hurried to hoist your leg underneath his arm.

with a slow thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside of you, groaning at how tightly you squeezed him even in your sleep. his hips stuttered at first, struggling to adjust to the feeling. when he was able to quicken his pace, the bed frame began to creak and you shifted more frequently.

each thrust drew whimpers from your throat and your eyebrows knitted together. but what really egged diluc on was when his name would slip from your lips in soft fragments. he wondered if whatever you saw behind your eyelids was consistent with what he saw with his open ones.

diluc didn’t think too hard about it, only pausing to push your thigh closer to your chest before continuing. he knew he wouldn’t last much longer and while he felt bad that you wouldn’t finish, he couldn’t imagine stopping.

“shit.” the man cursed through a sharp inhale when your body instinctively contracted. it was much more intentional this time around and you started to rouse from your sleep. diluc knew he should have shown at least an ounce of guilt, but when your confused eyes met his, he just couldn’t.

your eyes clamped shut as quickly as they’d opened when his hips slammed into you and a broken cry fell from your lips. you reached out and grasped diluc’s arms, fingers digging into his skin as your body tried to process your oncoming orgasm.

“diluc, ‘m so close,” you whined. “don’t stop, please.”

he couldn’t stop if he tried. a few more deep strokes and you came undone with a weak cry of his name. he followed soon after, not bothering to pull out. after seeing you all pretty in his color, hell, he knew you were just perfect.

“i’m sorry, love. i got carried away. are you okay?” his knuckles gently stroked the side of your face and he lost the sharp edge he had just moments earlier. red eyes scanned you for any signs of a negative reaction.

instead, your hand enveloped around his and you leaned into him with a smile. “are you kidding? if i knew you’d do that, i’d have bought this ages ago.”

me crankin my kinktober shit out in late december DONT JUDGE LMFAO -r

[albaedough]

Woven Secrets Part Two

Happy Kinktober~

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Word Count: 3.2k

Characters: Il Dottore and Scaramouch, featuring Pantalone and Childe

Pairings: Doctor!Il Dottore x AbyssPrincess!Reader x VirginPrince!Scaramouche

Warnings: ⚠️ MDNI 18+ ONLY ⚠️ Medical setting, virginity loss(Scaramouche), power play, dom/sub dynamics, oral(giving and receiving), anal, established poly relationships, double penetration, creampie, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia, ass slapping

Taglist: @stygianoir @silverwritesthings @genshinparty

Special thanks to Silver for bouncing ideas back and forth with me!

Click below for more~

Il Dottore & Scaramouche

Waking up, you felt familiar warmth pressed against both sides and rubbing your eyes groggily; you're met with the kind faces of Pantalone and Childe, who nuzzle you affectionately, "Good morning Princess~!" Childe muses, kissing your cheek. And blushing, you adjust, turning to the two men, but not without sudden discomfort.

"Ouch!" you cry out, making a pained face, suddenly remembering what had transpired the night before, "Dadddyyyy, Master…my body hurts," you whine to the two concerned young men.

"Oh goodness me. Were we too rough with you yesterday? Perhaps we should take you to Zandik," Pantalone says with a frown on his face, pulling you close to him and kissing the top of your forehead. 

Flinching at the thought of going to see Dottore, you shiver. Dottore was not a kind man by any means, and he always wanted to inspect you further, much to your dismay. Yet, deep down, he always made you feel good. He was always wanting more while you were begging for more. Shaking off the thought, you gulp, "Do I have to?" you ask innocently, batting your lovely lashes at the two who were now tugging you to and from each other, showering you with kisses.

"You must," Pantalone says, stroking the top of your head lovingly.

"For once, I agree with you, 9th," Childe chimes in, his fingers trailing at the hem of your night dress. 

Feeling discouraged, you sigh, "Okay…I suppose it wouldn't hurt. I am quite pained, especially after," you trail off, casting your gaze downwards shyly, "N-nevermind that!" you say quickly, waving your hands in front of your face, your face turning a rosy hue.

"Never mind, what, Princess~?" Childe tests, kissing your fingertips playfully.

Feeling your face growing warmer, you cover your cheeks up, hiding your embarrassed expression, "Please don't tease me~," you plead playfully, looking at Pantalone for help, but he merely chuckles.

"Now, now, you two," Pantalone starts, "We need to help Princess get ready," he explains, pulling the two of you apart, and giving Childe a harsh glare.

Helping you out of bed gently, the two of them help guide you to the wardrobe, sitting you down. While Childe brushes through your delicate hair, Pantalone goes through the closet, pondering what to dress you in. Taking a moment, he pulls out a modest light blue dress with cream-colored lace accents, "This shall do. It's easy to move in, and the fabric is lightweight, perfect for recovery, isn't that right, Princess~?"  Pantalone teases.

Blushing furiously, you shoot a cute glare his way, "Daddy!" you pout, and you hear a chuckle behind you, "Not you too, Master! Hmph," you huff, folding your arms across your chest. 

And finally, after a short while, you're dressed, your hair adorned with two cute braids, and admiring yourself in the mirror, you hug the both of them, "Thank you, Daddy, Master~! I feel pretty as always," you giggle happily, clasping your hands together.

"As you always should, Princess," they both chime in, kissing the top of your head affectionately, "Now shall we be off?" Pantalone asks, and you nod. 

—-----------

The walk to Dottore's office is long and arduous, so Childe and Pantalone take turns carrying you; after much bickering back and forth, you finally stop them, deciding to walk the rest of the way hand in hand so they'd stop fighting over you and finally, you arrive. 

The doors leading into Dottore's office were daunting. Swallowing hard, you turn your heels towards an expecting Pantalone and Childe, giving them a quick kiss on their cheeks, "Will you come and get me later?" you ask, batting your pretty lashes. 

"Anything for you, Princess~," they both coo, hugging you before waving you off. 

Opening the large doors, you step into the office, eyeing your surroundings. Papers and books are strewn about. Random glowing vials which you assumed were potions of sorts, lined the walls giving the room a gentle blue hue. Taking a seat on the lone chair by his desk, you wait patiently until you hear a clatter and shouting in the adjacent room. Getting up from the comfort of your chair, you head toward the muffled sounds, pressing your ear up against the door. 

"Scaramouche. The electro energy in your system is becoming entirely too concentrated. It would be best if you found a way to release this energy before it becomes uncontrollable," a muffled Dottore says with concern. 

"Enough! I was created of electro energy itself. I can control myself," Scaramouche's voice boomed as he shoved a tray of medical supplies to the floor with another loud clatter, "I'm done here," he scoffs, making his way toward the door, opening it only for you to fall into him.

"I—," you start, pushing your hands away from Scaramouche's chest, but he's quick to grab you by the waist, preventing you from falling, "P-Prince, m-my deepest apologies. I couldn't help but overhear—"

"So noisy," Scaramouche says gruffly, shoving you to the side and placing his hands in his pocket, preparing to walk out the door when Dottore chimes up.

"Ah, hello, Princess~ Is there something I can do for you? I do apologize for Scaramouche. You know he tends to get even more foul-tempered whenever you're around. Perhaps it's something I should study more of…." Dottore jests playfully. 

Stopping in his tracks, Scaramouche is about to say something when you interject, "Greetings to you, Doctor. Daddy and Master said it's time for my check-up," you say politely, curtsying toward him. 

"Well, don't just stand there; come on in, Princess~, and Scaramouche? I implore you to stay. Let me show you how to channel your excess energy," Dottore says, a mischievous glint in his crimson eyes, gesturing for the two of you to come closer.

"Come here, Princess~ Let me get a good look at you," he says as you step up onto the examination table and sit down. Dottore, reaching over, gently strokes your cheek causing you to shiver, "My, my... they really did quite the number on you, darling. Tsk tsk, it seems I may have to lecture your caretakers about how to take care of my little test subject properly," he coos, pushing you down onto the table, hoisting up your dress, "Let's start the examination, shall we~?"

Scaramouche scoffs, "Must I really be here for this?" Resting his body up against the doorframe with his arms across his chest as he eyes the two of you intently.

"This is a perfect opportunity for you, Scaramouche. Show us how well you can control yourself," Dottore says, slapping on a pair of medical gloves before he spreads your legs further apart, exposing your raw cunt, and you flinch, expecting his cold and methodical touch.

Feeling all eyes on you, you hide your face from embarrassment, and finally, you feel Dottore's gentle fingertips trail up your thigh, giving your thigh a tight squeeze, "D-Doctor…it hurts a little, p-please, I'm sensitive today," you whine, hoping maybe today he would show mercy. 

"I can't watch this," Scaramouche starts, but Dottore's voice stops him.

"Can't? Or won't~?" Dottore asks, continuing to squeeze your thighs before giving them a rough slap, causing you to cry out, "Surely you must feel something for the Princess," he presses playfully, "Look, you're even lingering when you could have left already~," Dottore chuckles, preparing two of his fingers, "Now come here, and let me show you how it's done," he says, voice dangerously low as he shoves his fingers abruptly up your cunt, immediately finding your sweet spot, causing you to let out a squeal.

"Enough of this!" Scaramouche shouts, striding over to the two of you, grabbing hold of Dottore's wrist, "I—," and noticing your flushed facial expression, his mouth begins salivating and swallowing, "I don't care about this... foolish desire of yours," he continues, feeling his gut twist and wrench over your vulnerable state as his manhood presses eagerly against his pants. 

"Could have fooled me, Mouchie~," Dottore starts, looking Scaramouche up and down, his crimson gaze lingering on the outline of Scaramouche's dick, "You say that but your body is betraying you," he says, removing Scaramouche's grasp as he thrusts his fingers in your wet cunt once more.

"Don't call me that, Doctor," Scaramouche says in disgust, swiping his hand away.

"A-ah—!" you moan softly; the discomfort of his thrusts cause your eyes to water as you glance up toward Scaramouche pathetically, "My P-Prince…please, Doctor is being much too rough," you plead with him, searching his disgusted lavender gaze, but they soften for a brief moment.

Reaching over, Scaramouche brushes a strand of your hair away from your face, "You're being much too noisy, my little Sakura," he murmurs just loud enough for you to hear, "Fine, Doctor. I'll prove to you how well I can control myself. Hold down her wrists," he commands, and you gasp, trembling.

"Excellent!" Dottore says, letting out an ominous chuckle and removing his fingers; your slick juices stick to his gloves, "Now, Princess, Darling. You best behave for us~," Dottore coos, taking off his gloves and leaning over to boop your nose affectionately before pinning your wrists above your head, leaving you completely vulnerable, "Why don't you start, slow, Mouchie~? This is your first time, after all, isn't it? Eat her out," Dottore says nonchalantly. 

Plopping himself on the chair between your legs, Scaramouche licks his lips, taking a good look at your tantalizing womanhood. Feeling a crackle of electricity course through his veins in anticipation, he props your legs up over his shoulders, scooting you closer to his mouth and feeling his breath hitch; you hold your own, "L-like this?" he asks nervously, giving your slit a gentle lick and you shudder.

"P-Prince…," you mutter, as Dottore smiles wickedly above you, "Just like that…" you say breathlessly.

Appreciating your taste, his tongue ventures deeper, grazing over your clit and getting hooked on your flavor; Scaramouche lets out a pleasurable groan, his tongue continuously flicking at your clit before he gently bites at it, causing you to whimper. He can't help himself any longer. A small jolt of electro energy shocks you, causing you to tip over the edge, cumming lustrously in his mouth as he eagerly laps it all up, like a rabid dog, pulling you closer to him, now addicted as his cock aches for more. 

"I must say, I'm impressed, Scaramouche. I didn't think you had it in you~!" Dottore muses, noticing how you tremble from pleasure as he grins down at you, his own cock longing for more, "Now, let me show you how it's done," he says, releasing your wrists, making his way toward Scaramouche and pulling him away from your messy cunt.

You cry out as Scaramouche releases his mouth from your clit as it begs for more, "No—p-please don't stop," you beg pitifully, your dainty fingers sliding down towards your slit as you start making circles around your clit, your soft, pathetic moans ringing out.

Smirking, Scaramouche wipes his mouth on his sleeve, "So needy, aren't you? Maybe we can put your mouth to good use…" he says, looking up toward Dottore, who nods at him. Getting up, Scaramouche circles around you, "Be good for me. Get on your hands and knees, now," Scaramouche commands, reaching to remove his throbbing dick from his pants.

Dottore being beside himself with glee, helps you turn around, "Be a good little patient and do as he says, my little test subject~," Dottore coos, spreading your asscheeks apart, admiring the way you're dripping with lust. Positioning himself, his long cock springs out of his pants as he releases his button, "Is my test subject ready?" Dottore asks lovingly, giving your ass a hard smack. 

"J-just give it to me already," you beg, wiggling your ass upward, and Dottore groans at your show, "I…I want to feel both your big cocks in me~," you babble, forgetting about your previous pain.

"Well, you heard her, Mouchie~! Let's give her what she wants, hmm?" Dottore says gleefully, aligning himself with your cunt as he thrusts his cock into you with a glorious groan, your walls squeezing around him.

"I told you not to call me that, Doctor!" Scaramouche seethes as you let out a small squeak, driving Scaramouche to kiss you roughly, his tongue finding your parted lips as you accept him fully and pulling away, "You best stay quiet, little Sakura…otherwise, I may not be able to control myself," he says quietly, positioning his dick towards your mouth as you eagerly grasp it. 

"A-ah—," you moan as Dottore continues his thrusts. 

You start licking around the tip of Scaramouche's dick, lapping up his precum, and he leans his head back in pleasure, hitching in a breath. Entangling his fingers in your hair, he pulls on it, causing you to groan, but he's quick to thrust his dick deep in your mouth, shutting you up, "I said—be. Quiet," Scaramouche growls as he continues his intense thrusts into your mouth. 

Feeling your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your cries are muffled. Dottore is slow with his thrusts, taking in your tight cunt with multiple groans of exhilaration, "You're so tight, Princess~!" he says delightfully as you arch your back, taking him entirely.

Using your tongue, you eagerly lick across Scaramouche's girth as he continues his rhythmic jabs, and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth, "F-fuck—," Scaramouche groans as you start moving your hips along with Dottore's thrusts. 

Dottore, grinning wildly, grasps your hips, digging his nails into your bare flesh, and slams you onto his lengthy cock, causing you to gag on Scaramouche's dick. Throwing his head back, Dottore starts laughing as he slams you repeatedly onto his cock, "What a brilliant test subject you are, Princess. You're taking us so well~!" he muses, raising his hand to slap your ass once more, leaving behind a bright red handprint. 

Your muffled cries grow louder with each thrust as tears start streaming down your face, unable to keep up with the brutality they show. Scaramouche, taking notice of this, grins wickedly, "Now that's the face I want to see!" he coos, wiping your stream of tears away, "Doing so good for us, our little slut."

Starting to feel bored, Dottore slows his thrusts and spreads your asscheeks apart, "Your other hole is looking so lonely, Princess," he says with a frown, putting a single finger to his lips as he spits on it, "Actually, I have a better idea!" he chuckles, wiping his wet finger on his shirt as he removes his cock from your slick cunt, much to your dismay, "Scaramouche, let's change things up, shall we~?" 

"At your command, Doctor," Scaramouche says with a grunt as he also removes his dick from your mouth. 

Finally being able to breathe correctly, you catch your breath, wondering what else they have in store for you, "H-how do you want me~?" you eagerly ask, wanting nothing more than to feel their cocks inside you once more. 

Dottore sits on the chair behind you, his cock still twitching, "I want you, Princess, to sit in my lap. Now be a good test subject for me and take my cock in your ass, hmm~?" he asks as he strokes his cock for you and you nod.

Sliding off the table, you take off your dress, leaving yourself utterly bare for them and positioning yourself; you spread your cheeks for him and ease yourself on Dottore's cock with a pained squeal, "I-it hurts~!" you manage to say, gritting your teeth. 

While your ass adjusts to the length of Dottore's cock, you spread your legs wide to allow room for Scaramouche, who is now looming over you, aligning his cock with your cunt, "Oh sweet Sakura…," Scaramouche murmurs, kissing you on the top of your head as he slowly pushes in his dick. Feeling Dottore's small thrusts within, Scaramouche groans as his cock hits the back of your walls. Ultimately leaning down, his lips find yours once more in a fiery display of passion, tongues intertwining as you eagerly accept him with small moans into his mouth.

Dottore snakes his hands around your chest and finds your erect nipples with ease; he pulls and twists them teasingly. You can't hold back anymore, "What a promising test subject you are! Taking us both at the same time~" he murmurs in your ear as his thrusts into your ass becomes more ruthless.

Scaramouche once again silences your cries of pleasure, his tongue swirling around your mouth as his fingers make quick work of your clit. Feeling your toes start to curl, your walls start clenching around their dicks, and they both moan simultaneously. Pulling away from the kiss, you cry out, "I'M C-CUMMING~!" you scream, clutching onto Scaramouche's shirt as your cunt sprays all over his dick.

"Oh, f-fuck!" Scaramouche groans, thrusting into you harder to keep up with Dottore, and you squeal louder, "I-I can't hold back anymore, little Sakura," he says breathlessly, and with a final thrust, his hot seed explodes into your messy cunt. 

Dottore grins wide, slamming your hips down, forcing you to take the entire length of his cock, "Take it, my little test subject... Take us," he whispers against your ear as you continue to let out loud moans, "Well done!" Dottore happily says with a groan, your ass tightening around his cock as he struggles to keep up any longer. With a few more thrusts, his dick starts dripping with precum and pulling out; he paints your ass with his cum, "Goodness me~! What a mess." Dottore confesses, eyeing your trembling body, "Tsk tsk, a shame you came first, darling!"

Pulling out his dick, Scaramouche seals his lips with yours once more before pulling away, admiring the way his cum drips out of your cunt as you collapse onto his chest, "Little Sakura is so needy. Doctor, check her out for real this time. I'm sure she's in pain after that," Scaramouche gently says, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, and all you can muster is a whimper in response, your body still shaking.

Nodding in response, Dottore scoops you up carefully, placing you back on the table gently, "How are you feeling, Princess?" he asks inquisitively, pressing his lips to your forehead lovingly. 

Not being able to hold back your tears, they bubble over, "I'm so sore, D-Doctor!" you whine, shifting yourself to find a comfortable position, "Can you help me? I promise I'll be good... It hurts!" you plead pitifully.

"Tsk, tsk, Princess. You've forgotten; you've already been so good!" Dottore praises, and Scaramouche nods in response, agreeing with him, "Here, little one, take this, and you should be good as new~," he explains, taking out a vial of glowing blue liquid and handing it to you.

Taking it in your hand, you uncork the vial, and with a quick swig, you down it, and your whole body starts to tingle. After a few moments, you feel rejuvenated and reinvigorated, "Wow!" your eyes grow wide as they sparkle happily, "I feel good as new~! Thank you, Doctor~!" you muse cheerfully, giving both Dottore and Scaramouche a kiss on the cheek.

"Now, you should be getting dressed, little Sakura. Pantalone and Childe will be coming shortly, and I'm sure you don't want to anger them, now, do you?" Scaramouche instructs, handing you your dress. 

Quickly getting dressed, you twirl around for them adorably, feeling much better, and with a teasing glance, you say, "I could almost go for a round two~!"

[sweet-honey-fruit]

Welcome to — BDSMber 2022

I figured since it was too late to participate in Kinktober, that I can do BDSMber

30 days with 30 prompts! My rules still apply, so please read them!

Here are the guidelines —

1. Genshin Impact Characters ONLY, both men and women work

2. They will all contain sub!afab reader since that is what I am most comfortable writing

3. Each day will contain a max of four characters! Excluding the day for voyeurism, it will come in pairs.

4. All characters featured in the days will be revealed once all the slots for that day is filled up!

Regarding the days for threesomes and voyeurism, please request a pair of characters you wish to see! (example: xiao and zhongli, or ei and yae miko)

You may request a max of two characters for the same day. Or if you wish, you can request up to three days maximum with different characters. (example: diluc for day 3, venti for day 6, and dottore for day 9).

With all that being said, the days are listed below! Feel free to partake and send in your desired characters~

December 1st — Voyeurism

with: Eula/Jean, Mona/Lisa, Xiao/Zhongli, Dottore/Childe

December 2nd — Thigh Riding

with: Diluc, Pantalone, Heizou, Tighnari

December 3rd — Cunnilingus

with: Ei, Ningguang, Thoma, Zhongli

December 4th — Aphrodisiacs

with: Kaeya, Venti, Dottore, Zhongli

December 5th — Edging

with: Thoma, Ayato, Venti, Mona

December 6th — Praising and Degradation

with: Lisa, Pantalone, Tighnari, Cyno

December 7th — Dumbification/Humiliation

with: Dottore, Xiao, Al-Haitham, Heizou

December 8th — Asphyxiation

with: Venti, Yae Miko, Cyno, Ayato

December 9th — Blow Job

with: Kazuha, Pierro, Kaeya, Childe

December 10th — Overstimulation

with: Eula, Diluc, Ayato, Al-Haitham

December 11th — Orgasm Denial

with: Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Albedo

December 12th — Impact Play

with: Dottore, Heizou, Diluc, Scaramouche

December 13th — Temperature Play

with: Kaeya, Kazuha, Childe, Scaramouche

December 14th — Dry Humping

with: Thoma, Venti, Ei, Cyno

December 15th — Biting/Marking

with: Diluc, Xiao, Heizou, Ayato

December 16th — Knife Play

with: Kaeya, Heizou, Childe, Tighnari

December 17th — Face Fucking

with: Albedo, Pierro, Childe, Itto

December 18th — Somnophilia

with: Arlecchino, Eula, Pantalone, Dottore

December 19th — Mutual Masterbation

with: Zhongli, Cyno, Yae Miko, Kazuha

December 20th — Face Sitting

with: Scaramouche, Thoma, Heizou, Arlecchino

December 21st — Breeding

with: Xiao, Scaramouche, Ayato, Zhongli

December 22nd — Begging

with: Itto, Dottore, Kazuha, Scaramouche

December 23rd — Drunk Sex

with: Xiao, Venti, Thoma, Kaeya

December 24th — Angry Sex

with: Childe, Cyno, Kaeya, Pantalone

December 25th — Authority Kink

with: Dottore, Pierro, Capitano, Arlecchino

December 26th — Size Kink

with: Dottore, Capitano, Itto, Diluc

December 27th — Cockwarming

with: Diluc, Tighnari, Ayato, Heizou

December 28th — Brat Taming

with: Venti, Zhongli, Xiao, Tighnari

December 29th — Fingerfucking

with: Cyno, Mona, Thoma, Scaramouche

December 30th — Spitting

with: Childe, Kazuha, Zhongli, Albedo

December 31st — Aftercare

with: EVERYONE ❤️

[anantaru]

DAY 17 — VIRGINITY LOSS

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — neuvillette, heizou, wriothesley

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, first time, virgin! reader, taking your v card, soft & passionate, pussy drunk genshin men

𖧡 — NEUVILLETTE

neuvillette was always tender-hearted and caring with you— nonetheless, this specific night, he was burning up through his entire nervous system— only a minimal glance of your body was able to drag him into such brimming state with sweat spouting down his back while only inches away from feeling your skin on his hands— just the whisper of your soft words scurrying at the head of his sinful imaginations.

at the present moment in time, there were no thoughts other than doing this correctly, no focus other than the one centered on your angelic frame— a crucial need, as much as air and water, sewed up within the pain of anticipation simmering over his psyche.

you can feel how his fingers silently curve over the flesh of your thighs before he inches you closer to his bare body, "voice any discomfort to me—," he pauses before coughing out, barely breathing as his heart thuds hard against his chest from how tight your legs were wrapped around his hips, "—immediately."

you nod in compliance, and you rest your head against his broad shoulder before feeling neuvillette's complete weight shift, soon after caging you beneath him as he towers on top with a new perception prodding at your wet core, his cock gently resting between your silken pussy lips— it's unique to any other feeling you have ever experienced before and your thighs instantly clamp around his hips harder, your ragged breathing tottering over his neck and shoulder.

you try to relax yourself, letting your hips fall into the mattress before suddenly trembling at an increasing pressure on your cunt— you hear a whimper as neuvillette rests his forehead on yours, holding his gaze on your eyes, the force of the increasing press precise and cautious as your hole parts around the intrusion.

it seems to be everywhere, all at once trapping your body and you suddenly feel so hot inside, then cold, then hot again, the way it manifested so quickly in you like a spumming inferno that imprisoned your body before your mind floats in the air, above clouds— again, it's hot and cold, hot and cold, the pressure in your lower area penetrant and heavy, and you're becoming dizzy by just focusing on how his shaft was stretching you out as neuvillette fills your cunt to the hilt.

neuvillette notices an immediate reaction from his elevated senses, in the way a strong current of oversensitivity stung along his thick, sheathed shaft like a bee stinging their victims— nullifying his pace as his hips stutter before coming to a hold, reveling himself into the warm hug of a wet, gushing pussy enveloping him.

it's just too much right now, for the both of you— or how your body was beginning to smell just like him, your pussy shaping over his length and casted all around it— as if the both of you, had claimed each other entirely.

𖧡 — HEIZOU

"squeeze my hand if it's too much or uncomfortable,"

regardless of heizou's confident and soothing sentences towards you, before smirking down and giving you the feeling that he had it all figured out a long time ago— was in reality, a helpless attempt to hide his genuine panic deafening his inner spirit, and even though the detective believed he did a good job at concealing it from you, the way he'd awkwardly scrunch his brows together or stumble over his own words aired his self parading nervousness spotless for you to see.

despite that, it's a heavenly sight to have you splayed underneath him, bare and exposed— untouched, so hot that it has you clench around his waist as he first slips himself in, his cock immediately showering your warm walls with love. your heart was racing and so was his, yet it was impressive, his self control, slowly pushing in and out of your little hole and leaning his head down to plant a soft, tender kiss on your lips.

"you're so beautiful," heizou praises as you part your lips, "you're mine," and wait for heizou to slip his eager tongue deep into the warm cavern of your mouth, your mind lost in a swirl of senselessness by his gradually fastening thrusts and the mild pain accompanying them— yet such, didn't matter in this moment, because your thoughts travelled up the soul-deep river over emotions unlocking deep inside that bonded your bodies in a new sense of awareness.

𖧡 — WRIOTHESLEY

watching you smile filled wriothesley with a love he never thought he was capable of feeling— and it's warm, as he believed love should always be perceived as, with your bodies moving unitedly, ugh, archons, he was obsessed with this intoxicating feeling.

“f-fuck, fuck, princess, fuck," he stumbles over his wet trembles, his mouth parted and forehead bedding a film of sweat as wriothesley persistently grinds into your sensitivity, his voice raspier than usual and for once he wasn't cracking occasional jokes, instead he hold your gaze forevermore, groaning out a shaky heave as you mewl out from the deep-rooted press on your core— it's a little uncomfortable you won't lie, and wriothesley being above average wasn't aiding you in that particular battle.

despite that you welcome him completely, no matter the circumstances you keep your legs pressed around his thighs when he tirelessly embeds himself so far inside your cunt that you're nothing but a babbling mess, hardly capable to breathe nor voice your pleasure due to the lingering compression on your slit being penetrated for the first time by a large, thick length, so perfectly shaped and harboring a soft pink on the bulbous tip.

he didn't believe he'd ever become so devoted towards another human being and utterly revel inside pleasing you for the first time, through your body and your soul and ugh— that you wanted him to be your first and no one else, how such reason alone was growing the addiction inside of him, his hips grinding inside your warm hole as his lower abs constrict at the pleasure.

wriothesley licks into your mouth in desperation, and each moment he pulls his hips back only to slip inside again, it’s so much better and it seemed like there wasn't a chance for it to subside, the sensation was growing between both your bodies rubbing over each other, his hips twitching with the sudden thud of vibrations due to your creamy walls clamping down on him.

your soft frame squeezes underneath his rough one, hot walls and wet taste, your slit gripping him just the right way and swallowing him till overcrowded with his heavy length, stimulating the veins sloped over his shaft like you were made to do this with him and only him.

truly, there was no comparison to this, nothing would make him get bored of doing this with you.

©2023 anantaru's kinktober do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[sh1-n0bu]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 3: toys with xiao from genshin impact

warnings: usage of toys, dacryphillia, sensitive xiao, overstimulation, praise and degrading, multiple orgasm

notes: aiyaaaaa someone send me horni ideas to turn into my kinktober ones or ones that i could brainrot and eventually turn into a fic one

xiao has always put his duties as a yaksha beforehand everything else. even his own needs and desires that rarely tend to show in the form of a small, barely noticeable bulge forming in his pants.

however, that problem had became more frequent lately and it’s all because of you, his one hell of a tease lover.

xiao had never thought of himself to ever be able to become turned on or horny as you put it. or even count himself as one to frequently palm his hardened cock through his pants where a small wet patch was growing slowly but steadily as he remembers how you fucked him so good the night before. or just recalling the words you muttered to him were enough to make his small cock stand up again as if begging for you.

the yaksha had also never thought of himself as the person to fall in love with an absolute pervert.

“darling~ guess what i bought today from that store?!”

ah yes. speak of the devil and they shall appear. never would have xiao thought of calling his lover the devil yet here you were, proudly holding up a bag of another sexual toys you’ve wanted to try on your inexperienced lover. you weren’t that much experienced either but you just loved to see the cruel and calculated yaksha turn into a common brothel whore.

two bullet vibrators taped to his hardened nipples, already on and turned to the lowest degree and yet he can already feel his chest feeling heavy as if about to lactate. xiao never tried such sexual activities before, he’s not used to such feelings or desires!

clenching his teeth again, xiao comes over the wand vibrator held over the drooling slit of his cock again for the nth time that night. gods, he felt so overstimulated. there were tears running down his cheeks, legs struggling to stay open the more you coo soft words of comfort and degrading nicknames as your hand twirls the vibrator around his cockhead, stimulating him more and more.

“guuhnn—! [na-name]!! slow—! unngya♡︎! slower!” the little yaksha in your hold arms squeals loudly like a girl, voice coming out all high-pitched and embarrassed. he said he wants the vibrator’s setting to be on the lower, but any lower and it would just turn off. and when you do comply to his wishes and turn it off, the immortal would keen loudly and buck his hips in your grasp with a fussy whine.

how unpredictable and… you would daresay, annoying.

“xiao-xiao… you need to be a good slut for me and keep it together! you can take a few more rounds. you’ve done it before” he can briefly hear your words in his mush of a brain. struggling to comprehend your words but when he does, he ends up cumming all over the vibrator again with a loud shrill moan.

“o-oohmp! okay!! okay♡︎ okayhhh—! i’ll… i’ll be a good slu-ungh! ungh! gcckk♡︎♡︎!!” nodding eagerly with a dumb slurred speech, xiao agrees to keep up with your sexual torture for longer.

he can do it. xiao can be your good slut. yours and no one else’s. he’s done it before, he had taken your many hours of vibrator torture before, he can do it now too!

by now, the yaksha had forgotten about everything except the feeling of the vibrators buzzing away on his sensitive places. duties of cleansing the land, hunting down remnants of old gods, his usually stoic nature. all of it were thrown out the window the moment the two small vibrators were taped to his chest, buzzing away and stimulating him.

poor xiao, unable to think. just moaning and squealing in delight as he comes over and over again. so many times to the point that now he was starting to shoot blanks on your hand.

such a sweet thing. not knowing that your little perverted games are only beginning.

[sashiavi]

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𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝙰𝚟𝚒'𝚜 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙺𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁

#21•𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢•#21

𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ⁴.²ᵏ

•· ֪٘ ︶ ͝ ٘⏝𖹭⏝ ͝ ٘︶٘ ֪·····.•🍑•.····· ֪٘ ︶ ͝ ٘⏝𖹭⏝ ͝ ٘︶٘ ֪·•

→ᴰᵃʳᵏ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵂᵃʳⁿᶦⁿᵍ←

ᵀʰᶦˢ ᴾᶦᵉᶜᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃᶦⁿˢ ᵀʰᵉᵐᵉˢ ᴼᶠ | ᴰᵘᵇᶜᵒⁿ | ᵂᵒˡᶠ ᴮᵒʸᵎ ˣ ᴮᵘⁿⁿʸ ᴳᶦʳˡᵎ | ᴰᵘᵐᵇᶦᶠᶦᶜᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ | ᶜᵒʰᵉʳˢᶦᵒⁿ | ᴾʳᵉᵈᵃᵗᵒʳ / ᴾʳᵉʸ | ᴬⁿᶦᵐᵃˡ ᴴʸᵇʳᶦᵈ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ | ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᴰᶦˢᶜʳᵉᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᴵˢ ᴬᵈᵛᶦˢᵉᵈ

He came across her in a little forest clearing, lit up by the dazzling afternoon sun peeking through the leafy canopy. He licks his lips, eyes craning over her soft, bouncy ears, her fluffy puffy little tail, her stature, clearly smaller than his own. She dressed in a pretty, dainty frock, the hem pooling around her knees and weaving into the lush green grass below. She was a darling little bunny, plucking away at patches of flowers, roping them into a silly little crown.

The sweet kiss of the golden hour showered over her skin. She was almost too pretty to taste. Almost.

Wriothesley carefully stalks the clearing, maneuvering around the crunchy leaves and sticks that decorate the forest floor. His bushy tail swished, barely containing the excitement of the hunt. The poor, unassuming bunny hums away, pressing her nose into a soft, petalled flower, effectively sneezing from the pollen. Something in his chest swells, something other than hunger. He narrows his eyes, sitting in the deep dark that the woods provided, hiding in plain sight, watching the little bunny unashamed. He ought to pounce. Catch her off guard and devour the poor bunny before she even realizes he was there. But what was the fun in that?

He stalks forward, slowly revealing himself from the thick dark brush of the forest. The soft rustle of his movements makes the bunny stall, suddenly halting her actions. Her ears stuck up, turning with the noise of the woods in an attempt to pinpoint him. He watches her eyes, darting into every corner of the clearing, her breath elevated - He could practically see her heart bursting out of her chest. Wriothesley nearly chuckles, amused at the silly bunny, how unaware she was of his location, practically in front of her. He relished in the feeling, the anticipation, the second-hand stress from the scared little prey.

“Now, what's a sweet, little thing like you doing out here all alone?” He quips, finally stalking his way out of the woods. The little bunny was frozen in place, unmoving apart from her rapidly heaving chest. Perhaps she thought he couldn't see her so long as she stayed still. Silly little thing. Wriothesley stalks towards the little bunny, his stature nearly three times as large as she was, his shadow almost engulfs the light of the setting sun. He paints her in near darkness with his tall, dark features.

“I… I-” The silly bunny could barely get her words out, throat stuttering around her vocal cords, wobbling her voice in fear. Something within Wriothesley trembles, a sick elation, he could practically smell it; The scent of absolute terror oozing from this little bunny girl. He places his hands on his hips, feigning innocence.

“You know there’s wolves out here, little bunny.” Wriothesley cocks his head and grins sideways, revealing his thick, sharp canines. The girl barely nods, eyes glazing over with a soft sheen of teary wetness.

“I.. I need to go-” She makes a move, an attempt to dash into the safety of the wooded forest. The silly bunny's efforts are futile, Wriothesley quickly snatches the poor girl right up. He pins her by her arms, his heavy thighs pressing into her hips. She attempts to kick, to struggle and worm her way out. Her efforts proved useless, she was stuck, trapped under his heavy body.

"Ah-Ah.. Settle, little one.. Don't make this harder for me.. Behave for Wriothesley~." He comes close to her face, breath warm on her skin. The little bunny squeaks, fat salty tears roll down the apples of her cheeks, staining them in a soft trail. Wriothesley tuts in mock sympathy, licking his thick tongue over her cheek, tasting the salty residue of her little tears. The bunny girl cries in exhaustion, tired from squirming and wriggling in his grasp. Wriothesley chuckles darkly, leaning over the poor helpless bunny, fangs out ready to take a bite into her soft, fleshy shoulder, trembling from her soft tears and beating heart.

Wriothesley pauses. His nose catches something, a soft, sweet scent, unlike the blossoming flowers that surrounded the clearing. He can't help but investigate, pressing his nose into the little bunny's skin, sniffing over her trembling body. He holds her down, digging his nose into her hair, her neck, into her chest and below. He catches her wincing every time his nose pokes at her, the scent becomes frustratingly stronger with every graze. His sniffing comes to an abrupt stop near the little bunny's core. Wriothesley exhales sharply, the soft, sweet scent nearly attacks his nose, forcing the cogs in his brain to start turning.

"Am I exciting you, little Bunny?" Wriothesley finds himself above the girl once again. His palm rests on her cheek, thumb caressing over her trembling lips. Her soft, rapid breath huffs against his thumb, running a sharp spike right to his groin.

"Please.. M-Mister Wolf… Let me go.." The little bunny manages a full sentence. Wriothesley ponders her request, hunger fully dissipated and replaced with a new craving. Something.. Sweet.

"Let you go..? I'll just catch you again.. Little one.." His head shakes, voice light and airy, drenched in a false sense of comfort. Gods, her expressions got him going. The cute owlish look she gives him, brows pitched up, eyes wide and confused.

"Please.. m'sorry… mean no fuss.." She shakes her head, rabbit ears wobbling with her actions. He feels her thighs squeeze against his waist in a cute little attempt to hold herself. He hears her little whimpers, her sweet attempt to mute her chippering warbles. She hiccups and sniffles, steadily working herself further into a panic. Ah, bunnies. Such silly little creatures. Their instincts run wild, Wriothesley was surprised she hadn’t bumped her pretty self against his groin.

“Hmm..” Wriothesley purposely drawls the noise out, faking a pondering look.

"I'll give you a head start" He gives her the sweetest expression he could muster, pulling back and sitting on his knees. He watches the silly bunny's face contort in confusion, eyebrows raising, eyes blinking away.

“..What…?” Her small voice squeaks. There's a soft breeze that passes by, pulling Wriothesley’s fluffy ears with it. Then, dead silence. Wriothesley’s eyes darken, his lips twist in a rotten grin.

“Run.”

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The chase was on.

The poor little bunny sprinted off, stumbling through the thick, dark shrubbery of the woods. The forest floor was uneven, scattered with thick crunchy leaves and spiky twigs, surely leaving scratches against her poor legs. The forest was silent - apart from her heaving breaths and the hard crush of leaves beneath her feet. Not even a bird dared to call. The bunny girl makes twists and turns, doing everything in her power to break the nasty wolf off of her trail. His sickening grin flashes in her mind. His big, thick teeth. Enormous statue. How effortlessly he was able to pin her body to the ground. Something nearly stirs in her stomach again, a sick pull of arousal for a man that was clearly her natural predator.

The sun was almost set for the day, its light barely trickling through the tick awning of tree leaves. It was getting dark, and the poor girl was absolutely lost. At this rate, she’d be running all night. The little bunny dives into a thick bush, adorned with ouchy, spiky thorns. She cuts off her whimper, staying as quiet as a mouse. She hears her heartbeat in her ears, raging hard as she strains to hear her surroundings.

Something pulses against the forest floor, heavy, steadfull. The little bunny was nearly sure it rattled the leaves of the trees above. The big, dark wolf emerges, skidding hard into the marshy ground of the woodsy floor. He comes to a stop in the middle of the makeshift path, boots scuffing up thick mud and leaves, staining the toes of them. The wolf - Wriothesley - She manages to remember, huffs and puffs. His large chest engorges with every heavy intake of his breath.

“Where are you~... Little bunny.. I know you’re here.” His growling voice sings, echoing through the deep space of the woods, bouncing off of the trees and landing right in her sensitive ears. His eyes were wild, twitching, wide and darting from bush to shrub in search of his pretty prey.

“I can smell you.. Smell that sweet little scent of yours…” The wolf makes a show of sniffing the air. He exhales with a growl, low and deep and primal. The poor bunny clenches her thighs together, stifling a moan with a bite of her bottom lip. Wriothesley’s big, fluffy ears twitch, he heard something. A meek little sound echoing through the trees. He stalks, prowling around the small area, sniffing and squinting in all directions. With a thrust of his fist he punches through a bush, rattling the thick leaves with his arm. He barks out a laugh, eyes wild as he spins around, facing the thick shrubbery the little bunny hid in.

“Come out, come out…” Wriothesley cracked his knuckles, a wicked grin was set like plaster on his face. His dragging steps stop just by the thorny bush the bunny girl took shelter in.

“Oh~ I know.. You’re riiiiight… Here!” He pushes a hand into the bush, straining his forearm against the prickly, spiky thorns. The little bunny squeaks, narrowly missing his large palm, skittering out of the dense brush of leaves. She stumbles, nearly toppling herself into the mud before taking off once again, in a feeble attempt to outrun the burly, hungry wolf. She ran and ran, and ran. Running through the woods as far as her feet could carry her.

The footsteps were closer now, heavy through the mud, trailing right behind her. The poor little bunny hiccups a sob, stumbling over a twirly root sticking out of the duff. The bunny lands on her palms and knees, scuffing them into the wet, leafy ground. She drags herself up, kicking up sticks and debris as she scrambles to keep going. The poor bunny girl’s attempts are futile.

A heavy hand presses the silly girl into the floor by her shoulder blades, forcing her down, nearly pressing her face into the dirt. The bunny cries into her hands, shielding her face from muck and leaves. The dark wolf whistles low, trailing his thick fingers up behind the bunny’s neck, squeezing into her sensitive, achey pulse points.

“Well, well.. What a catch I’ve made..” Wriothesley’s voice is gravely, rocky with fatigue and excitement. His large body presses into the feeble little bunny’s, warm against the nipping chill of the forest’s night. The girl makes an attempt to wriggle, to fight back, to push her way out of his bruising weighty grip. It only works her up more. She cries into the mud, tears hot and sticky on her cheeks, delirious from the scary chase and the pressing subject of her fate pressing into her body.

“I… I’m.. Please-” The bunny helplessly begs. For what she doesn't even know. The big wolf chuckles right into her neck, warm and shivery and sharp. His thick canines threaten to press into her soft skin, scraping dangerously against her flesh as he talks.

“Please what? Little bun..” His fingers squeeze, forcing a little chipper out of the silly little bunny below him. He feels a little wiggle, a sweet little bunny tail wagging furiously against his lap. There it is again.. That smell. Sweet, fruity, floral.. Heat and arousal. Bunnies were so silly. Their survival instincts were next to none, carried by their fear and libido - Wriothesley wondered just how this little one lasted so long.

The bunny girl below him strains against his hand, wriggling in an all-new way. The soft cheeks of her ass bump and grind into the front of his pants, pressing into his hard cock. Wriothesley’s eyes blow wide, absolutely marvelled at the audacity of the little kit. More of her sickly sweet scent enters the air, light, airy and addicting, it makes his tongue wet with saliva. He bumps his groin forward, grinding himself into the little bunny’s form.

“Look at you..thought you were scared of me.. Huh..? Silly bunnies are always thinking with their pussies..” Wriothesley presses the girl harder into the dirt, shamelessly humping into her soft, plushy ass. The little bunny girl chitters and squirms, her little fluffy tail wagging in excitement over the dark wolf.

“Please.. Pleasepleaseplease~” The bunny whines, pathetically pushing back into the huge wolf, desperately in search of friction.

“Gods.. Could just eat you up… You’d let me have a taste.. Right little Kit?” His breath is hot on her neck, body heavy on hers. Since she was asking for him so nicely, who was he to refuse her?

The pretty bunny cries out with a hiccup as Wriothesley laps at her sweet juicy pussy, wet and slick from the hunt. He throws her thighs over his shoulders, locking them in place with his massive palms, squeezing tight, threatening to dig his claws into her flesh. Her body sits half in the air, elevated by the large wolf’s size. His large mouth effortlessly engulfs her little cunny, all warm and sloppy, burning hot from his mouth. The mean wolf suckles and licks at her achey pussy, he groans airily, eyes shut tight as he devours the poor little bunny. Her sweet scent burns his nose and leaks down his throat, pooling right into his pants. His lips purse over her dripping pussy, kissing sloppily, loudly, with vigour and lust. The wolf’s sharp eyes lock with the meek bunny’s, peering down at her little form through his brow.

The sweet bunny audibly keens, bringing her shaky hands to his scruffy hair. She pets his big, fluffy ears, caressing over the messy tufts with her soft touch. Her little fingers thread through his hair with care, carefully tugging him further into her core. Wriothesely groans out, rumbling hard against the sweet cunny below his lips. Her taste was near addicting, her gentle touch even more so - A dangerous thought flickers past his eyes as he laps at the silly bunny’s clit.

“Careful little one… Might just have to keep ya’ for myself..” He kisses hard on her core. The silly bunny nods her head, wobbling her soft bunny ears, whispering the softest ‘yes pleases’ while raking her fingers through his bangs. Wriothesley nearly bites down into her cunny, brain fogged on the idea of keeping this dumb little bunny all for himself. He flattens his mouth on her, licking hard into her sopping little hole. His thick tongue presses past her core, pushing into her pretty pussy, tongue fucking her with fast, easy strokes. The silly bunny nearly pulls his ears, keening her hips up into his hot mouth, bunny tail wagging against her back. His grip on her thighs tightens, claws pin pricking into her soft, unscarred skin - Unlike his own, perhaps he ought to mark her up, show the woods who she really belonged to.

He groans into the sweet girl’s pussy, bumping his nose into her puffy clit as he fucks her with his tongue. He pulls her core into his mouth by the grip on her thighs, wrapping his lips around her poor clit, maintaining the achey press of his tongue. The little bunny hiccups and whines, soft breaths hyperventilate from her chest. Wriothesley’s darkened eyes meet her own, soft and doe-like, unfocused, barely even registering the big wolf devouring her cunny. Wriothesely nearly rolls his eyes back, drunk on her pretty face and prettier pussy.

The sweet bunny squeals, clenching her thighs into his cheeks, squishing his head into her core. Wriothesley feels her cunt clench on his tongue, sucking him in and gushing a sweet spit of slick on his lips. The little bunny humps against his mouth, cumming with a squeeze of her thighs and a hot squirt of arousal. Wriothesley growls, stuffing his face impossibly further into her soft, plushy pussy, lapping up her sweet release as it sprays and messes all down his chin. He laps at her like a dog, allowing her to ride his face through her achey orgasm. He groans, teeth nearly biting into her core as he kisses and spits all over the little bunny’s clit. Wriothesely pulls away, his long tongue licks at his chin, cleaning up the residue of the sweet bunny below him.

The silly bunny whines as he lowers her legs off of his shoulders, clawing the air and making grabby hands towards him. Cute. When the sweet bunny finally finds the ground she gets on her knees, pawing up at the collar of his shirt. Her eyes sparkle with fresh tears, lips wobbling alongside them.

“Want you.. Want more Mister Wolf!” The silly bunny cries, already making a move to straddle his thick leg. Wriothesley almost feels his chest flutter, something tickles at his heart - the need to be needed.

“Want me..? But you’re so small, little Kit.. I’d break you in half.” He teases, eyeing her down, holding the squirmy girl in his lap.

“D-Don't care! Don't care don't care! Need you~” She chitters and whines, attempting to kiss at him, hump on him - Anything.

“Can't stop me once I start, little one..” His palm slides down her smaller frame, hooking into her waist, fingers squeezing at her hip bone. The dumb bunny nods her head, nearly drooling at the idea of the big wolf giving her exactly what her achey cunny wanted. Wriothesley man handles the little bunny, placing her right back into the dirt, pretty ass up, pussy on display just for him. Her knees skid into the mud, caked in sticky spiky leaves, stinging hard from the pokey ground. She didn't seem to care at all. Not with her eager little bunny tail, wriggling in excitement, or her drooling pussy bumping back into his clothed pants, staining the front of them with her sticky arousal. Gods, she smelt sweet, he nearly latches his mouth on her cunt again.

Wriothesley is quick to distract himself, hooking his fingers into the tight waistband of his pants, pulling them down his hips, revealing his thick, dripping cock. The bunny below him squeals, knocking her pussy back into him with a cry, nose sniffing and huffing at the air. He was sure she could smell him, his hot pheromones mingling together with the scent of her bunny heat. He rubs the fat tip of his cock through her puffy folds, coating it in her sweet, creamy arousal. His tip dribbles thick rivulets of sticky pre, staining her poor cunny with his musky hot scent.

“Please~ pleaseplease.. Need it please! Hurts without it.. ‘Gonna die without it~” The poor bunny girl begs into the dirt. Gods, weren't they always dramatic, he was right again, bunnies are always thinking with their stupid little pussies. Wordlessly, Wriothesley pushes his thick, oozing tip into the sopping little bunny. He has to grip at her hips, prevent her from eagerly fucking back into his cock. He ignores her whines and the droop of her pretty ears, the tickle of her tail on his tummy, the cute chitters she cries when he holds her down. His own fluffy ears pin back, his bushy tail wags slowly as he inches his long cock into her little cunny. Eventually, he bottoms out, pressing his heavy balls into her ass, sticky and warm from her dribbling arousal. He places two hands down into the mud, right by the little bunny girl’s head, leaning his massive body over her smaller form. He shivers making contact with the sweet little thing, stomach aching as she shamelessly humps her hips back into his cock, surely bulging out of her little tummy. Gods, he could stay like this for eternity, have a long, warm nap nestled nice and deep inside of his sweet plaything.

“What happened to being scared, huh little one? Could eat you up right now and you'd let me, I'm sure.” Wriothesley teases, rocking his hips against her ass. The girl hiccups and moans, keening back into him, crying out wantonly without an inch of shame. The wolf growls, leaning harder into the little bunny, rocking his hips faster against the soft plush of her ass. His cock is squeezed so nicely, nestled in the bunny’s sweet, gushy pussy. Her sweet cunt wraps around his length, sucking him in eagerly as he slowly humps against her.

“C-Can’t be scared.. Never sca- scared~ Not scared of Wrio… N-Not scared of m-mate!” The bunny babbles dumbly. A sharp ache rests itself in Wriothesley’s body. He snaps his hips, suddenly bouncing the stupid little bunny back and forth on his cock. Mate.. The word strikes something within his brain - the line between prey and playmate blurs, coagulating into something absolutely forbidden. Something hot and sickening. If only he could fuck a litter into her pussy. If only he could fill her with cutie little Pups for her to take care of. He’d provide for her, hunt and gather and breed her over and over and over. Her cries spur him on, the tears on the back of his hands force him to dig his nails into the dirt. His hips snap over and over, practically fucking right into the little bunny’s womb. Perhaps he was. Filling her with something she'd never experienced before. Something she’ll never have again. She’d be forced to him, stuck by his side as his cute plaything. He was sure she’d do it too.

Wriothesley stuffs his face into the keening bunny’s neck, his breath is wet and hot on her skin, humid with lust. The stupid bunny babbles on and on. Silly little ‘I love you’s’ desperate begs of ‘more, more more’. She keeps up with him, grinding back into his pelvis, keening when his teeth graze her neck.

“Gonna- Gonna! F-Feels good… Too g-good!” The bunny girl manages to spit out. He feels her sweet pussy tighten on him, clenching on his bruising cock in anticipation. His own length pulses, spurting a hot string of arousal right into her messy cunny. His little bunny squeals, nearly falling face-first into the leafy marsh below. Her pretty pussy squirts around his fat cock, spurting out over her thighs with every hard fuck of his hips. She squirms and whines, riding back on his cock as she creams and squirts over him. Wriothesley has to bite into his bottom lip, narrowly avoiding the soft, pliant skin of the bunny girl. He swears he draws blood, mixing with his drooling saliva, threatening to drop on her untouched skin. He groans deeply, loudly, hips stuttering their pace. Her cunny squeezes his length, begging for his sticky release. He gives it to her, clutching her little body close to his own while he drenches her puffy pussy with his seed. He spurts hot, thick ropes right into her little bunny cunt, messing up her insides, painting them white with his cum. He isn't quick to pull out, relishing in the tight, gooey squeeze of her gummy walls on his softening length. He nearly hisses when the silly girl tries to grind back on him, forcing his thick cum to dribble out of her spent pussy.

He finally pulls out, marvelling at the soft squeeze of her cunt on his tip and the hot dribbling mess that pools out of her. The little bunny is quick, already using her might to press the big wolf on the floor, perching herself in his lap with a hop in her step. She wraps her arms around his neck, nice and snug pulling him into a selfish kiss. Wriothesley rolls his eyes. Of course. Bunny stamina was no joke. This was a known fact within the forest. No matter, he’ll play along, surely he could best a bunny’s stamina.

It's a difficult feat, but Wriothesley keeps up with the insatiable little bunny girl. He lays back as she works his cock, fucking herself on his length over and over, release after release. Taking him again and again until the dumb bunny was satisfied. Gods the night was near endless - It had been a while since he’d had a fuck as good as this one. Finally, the silly little bunny settles down, snuggling into his larger form, napping away as the sun finally comes to a set.

Now he couldn't just leave her out here - There were wolves after all, big, scary nasty wolves that could eat her right up. It wouldn't hurt to take her home. Back to his cozy den with a nice fire and some food. Perhaps he’ll keep her around.. Fill her tummy with yummy foods and something else.. Wriothesley scoops the little bunny girl up in his arms, studying her soft sleeping face in the new moonbeam. Cute.

AUIIRRRGGHHHHHHH

I think this is the longest fic I've ever written omg- it took like 3 days man

I really hope you enjoyed ;; I actually really love this- gahwhhshsh

Imma be posting into November I think 😔 I've failed lmaoo

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[qingxin-dream]

“My Sweet Angel”

summary | months of repressed feelings bubble to the surface one night, but you’re fast asleep while wanderer is lost in his own thoughts secretly pining for you. but, uh…pining might be an understatement. (art credits: @/1eternalstar on twitter).

warnings | wanderer is down so bad, obsession, profanity, smut [18+, MDNI], dubcon, female-bodied reader, somnophilia, aphrodisiac/drugging, masturbation, edging/orgasm denial, oral f!receiving, bondage, temperature/element play, worship, slight degradation/praise, creampie

genre | pure, filthy smut (happy kinktober!🎃)

word count | 2.8k

pairing | wanderer x reader

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A small, breathless gasp ripples through the silence of the night. The sound of crickets and cicadas is but a low roar in the background, barely enough to mask the melody of your traveling companion’s sweet, subdued moans. Merely a foot away is your sleeping form, quietly snoozing with your pretty lashes resting on your cheeks. Your silhouette is ethereal, like an angel banished from heaven finding solace in the moonlight with her wings tucked safely away.

Wanderer’s attention ceaselessly gravitated toward you. It seemed to be a natural reaction. Instinctual, even. He admired you with the deepest devotion, seconds turning into hours. There was a part of him, something long buried and locked away, which surfaced in his chest like a breath of fresh air.

Your hair cascades perfectly over your shoulders, framing the soft shape of your face. Your rosy lips part in a faint sigh. The occasional incoherent mumble of your dreams causes his ears to perk up, hoping to catch a glimpse of what your little fantasies are made of. Your exposed stomach when you roll over with a groan and the magnetic curve of your legs make his eyes darken with lust.

Archons, he had way too much time in his hands every night. Thankfully you were blissfully unaware that puppets didn’t need any sleep.

He cursed to himself between sharp, ragged intakes, his needy violet eyes reflecting the luminescence of the moon, raking over your curves with a carnal glint. Looking back, he had all the opportunities in the world to stop that nagging desire churning within his chest.

But Wanderer was selfish. Once he got a taste of your affection, consider him a starved man.

His thoughts about you would twist and tangle his emotions until it utterly choked him of any sensibility. Love and lust are more than just a slippery slope. The puppet was free-falling in the abyss of your pheromones. The best part is you were completely clueless to these intimate escapades of his.

Could you blame such a depraved, touch-starved puppet?

The nights all seemed to blend together like this. Waiting patiently for you to snore gently before he let his fingers ghost your figure, assuring him that you wouldn’t wake up anytime soon. One hand would devote itself to exploring every bit of skin you had to offer while the other palmed the growing bulge in his shorts.

Like a moth to a flame, he became utterly entranced with the glow of your skin beneath the moon. You are like a goddess laying beautifully upon your altar of silken bedsheets, awaiting the devout worship of his soft prayers and saccharine lips.

His fingers grazed your shoulder, trailing down your arm and leaving tiny goosebumps in its wake. He let his hand mesh carefully into the dip of your waist, imperceptibly squeezing it just enough to fan the flames of his imagination. He was in another dimension entirely, wishing for the day you’d beg for his touch.

Wanderer takes his lower lip between his teeth harshly, dipping his hand beneath his shorts to tug the tip of his thick cock with growing fervor. Precum had already wet the slit of his tip, lubricating each teasing thrust of his hand over his dick. Meanwhile, he continued his journey down the round, plump curve of your hips.

Hips that were meant for childbearing.

He takes a fistful of your nightgown momentarily as his cock aches in his hand, yearning for release so soon. For fuck’s sake, why is the image of you bred full with his seed so goddamn hot?

His movements came to an abrupt halt at the lacy end of your little nightgown. He had to know what you were wearing beneath that silky dress. The idea of making a mess all over your cute panties, covering them generously in his cum, only edged him further. Or, even better, he’d love to fuck his creamy load all over your drenched folds before sliding back in for another round.

Wanderer had to make a concerted effort to reel in his filthy daydreams, struggling to keep his hands from trembling on you. He managed to slip the nightgown higher and higher up your smooth thighs, a lump quickly forming in the puppet’s throat.

He’s not sure if he could handle seeing you so vulnerable without ripping your clothes off and fucking you to his heart’s content right then and there. No, no, no... After all this endless waiting and pining for many torturous months, he couldn’t ruin this with a fleeting moment of insatiable want. He pauses, collecting himself for a brief moment.

The puppet’s pupils dilated into pools of audacious desire upon seeing the dainty black undergarments hugging your plush hip. It was lacy with a beautiful floral design, enrapturing his gaze all the way down to your cunt. Wanderer couldn’t help himself, reaching out subconsciously to brush his thumb against your clit through your panties.

“I wanna fuck you so bad… so bad,” he whispers, his voice just an octave higher with desperation as he continues to fist his throbbing cock. The friction of his hand isn’t enough. It couldn’t come close to the immaculate sensation of your slick pussy enveloping his cock, dragging the tip slowly from your clit to your fluttering, empty hole. But that would be insane, he couldn’t.

You didn’t seem to move a muscle in response to his touch. Meanwhile, Wanderer is struggling like a fool to restrain himself, it is almost comical. He could feel his impending orgasm, forcing his hand to slow down with longer, more intermittent strokes to stop from practically bursting at the seams.

Eventually, he found the courage to nudge the cloth of your black panties aside, revealing your pretty little pussy lips glistening with need. The puppet’s violet irises swirl with power, nearly drunk on the mere thought of pleasuring you in secret like this. Why else would you wear such a sexy little garment for him?

A dull, burning sensation coated his lungs as his thumb nestled into your bare clit, resolving himself to carefully lean down and relieve his parched throat with a kitten lick of your folds. It was a miracle that you hadn’t stirred in your sleep too much, yet the part of him reckless with lust wanted you to wake up while he was tongue-deep in your cunt. He dived between your labia again with his mouth, exhaling a soft, guttural moan into your hole after another good lick.

“Mm, so fucking good… I know you fucking like this, baby,” Wanderer mumbles, wrapping his arms around your hips to secure you in place as he freely drags his tongue across your folds and clit skillfully, placing an occasional kiss here and there. Your thighs subconsciously tense with pleasure.

Had he known you would taste so divine, he would’ve devoured your pussy a long time ago. Shifting slightly so that he could lay completely on his stomach, Wanderer eagerly laps at your cunt and fucks his leaking cock into the mattress. Shit, it is too easy for him to lose sight of himself and tug at your hips possessively, not hesitating to fuck you messily with his tongue.

It’s when he got a little too hasty slurping on your pussy with a particularly lascivious moan that you grumble in your sleep. Wanderer freezes, peering over your pelvis like a predator defending his prize with a piercing violet glare.

There is no way you could possibly wake up. Not now. Not when he’s so close. He deduces that the twitch in your sleep must be from that little aphrodisiac he slipped in your evening tea with him. The puppet had made a nice concoction of tasteless drugs to keep you both asleep and all sensitive just for him.

Wanderer is confident that his potion had its intended effect, but just in case—with a flick of his wrist, he ties your hands together on the headboard with a cool, pressurized ring of Anemo energy. He towers over you, a giddy smirk spreading across his lips seeing you so helpless to his desires.

He had read that cute pocket diary of yours gushing over him like he’s your high school sweetheart, don’t worry. You both know these feelings are mutual. But let’s be honest, he’d much rather you gush on his cock over and over until your pussy can’t take it anymore. And you’ve been dreaming about it too, he’s seen it with his own eyes.

Positioning himself between your legs, the puppet slaps his thick cock on your stomach, measuring it up to your belly button where his pink tip mushrooms. There’s no question that his dick would bottom out inside your walls, maybe if he’s lucky he could see his thrusts bulge in your lower stomach. He’d love to pound you deep enough to truly bury his cum inside you, plugging it with his pulsing cock until he’s sure you’re nice and bred.

No, no, he reminds himself again. He has to savor his time with you—make love to you like you rightfully deserve. There will be plenty of opportunities to fuck you senseless later, despite how badly he wants it now.

The tip of his cock trails down to your folds, tucking his length under your panties. Using one hand to guide his cock against your soaking core, the other rests on your inner thigh as he grinds against you slowly. Wanderer grits his teeth at the feeling, sucking in a sharp breath and brushing his thumb lovingly against your sensitive inner thigh. It’s everything he’s ever imagined and more.

He’s forced to bite his knuckles, nearly choking on his own pathetic whines of pleasure. His thrusts grow faster, using your lingerie to keep his cock pressed firmly between your folds.

His words are a ravenous, hoarse whisper, begging you in your sleep. “Shit, shit, shit, you’re gonna make me cum…! Can I put it in? C-Can I please put it in?”

Wanderer knows what your answer will be, grinding sloppily on your drenched cunt while he grabs your breast. He wishes he could hear you say it. But he can feel the way your sweet little hole clenches around nothing every time his tip rubs your clit just right, and that’s enough for him.

It takes no effort to snap the thin straps of your lacy panties in haste, quickly tossing the garment aside indiscriminately. It’s too much, fuck, you look too perfect. Before he knows it, Wanderer pushes his tip inside your sopping entrance, gazing with wonder at how you suck him in like a good slut. Such a good fucking slut, hugging the first inch of his hard cock like you never wanted to let go.

Your spongy walls subconsciously react to his every motion, tightening around the puppet’s cock with unprecedented strength. He hisses, materializing a blue chained choker around your neck with his Anemo abilities and yanking you forward. His girth splits you apart, sliding inside your throbbing cunt inch by every tantalizing inch, until he can meet you halfway and kiss your whimpering, tender lips.

“Goddamn you,” Wanderer growls into the kiss, harshly biting onto your lip. He doesn’t draw blood, but tends to your bruised skin thereafter with a gentler, half-apologetic kiss. “You feel so fucking good, take me so fucking good… mm…”

His hips draw back, your walls noticeably empty in his absence. Snapping forward, his huge cock plunges into your depths with a delightfully lewd smack, causing him to chuckle under his breath. The puppet carefully lays you back on the pillow, planting his arms on either side of your head so that his vision is filled with only your beautiful face.

Once Wanderer begins to establish a rhythm, there’s no stopping him. Every drag of his veiny cock against your sensitive walls is utterly addicting, he had to come back for more and more. He moans and whines your name into your delicate little neck, taking the flesh into his mouth to suck and mark you as his own.

He is panting over you like an animal in heat. “I can feel you squeezing me, angel. I know you love it. ‘M gonna use that pretty little pussy of yours.”

Your body twitches beneath him as his lips leave no crevice untouched by his kisses or hickeys, a smattering of small red and purple blotches dotting your skin from your neck to your breasts. All the while, the puppet had to throttle his pace again, almost giving in to the ecstasy. You were definitely getting close too, he could feel it in the way you clenched around him greedily.

Swirling his tongue around your cute nipple, Wanderer suckles it briefly with a pop of his mouth, admiring his work on the canvas of your gorgeous body. He leaned back, hooking his hands under your calves to press your knees to your chest. If only he had a Kamera to capture the mesmerizing image of your legs spread so good for him with a perfect shot of your cunt wrapped around his tip.

He could tell this position had your walls enveloping his length even tighter than before, angling his cock deep towards that special spot inside you that would have your toes curling. “God, (Y/N), you look so fucking sexy like this.”

It is killing him—the sensation of your hole desperately clinging to the inch of his cock sheathed within you. The puppet keeps your legs pushed back and snakes a hand down to your clit once more, which had obviously been aching for attention. He’s lost in the contours of your folds all splayed out for him, so much so that he lets a globule of his spit drip over your clit to mix with your juices.

You are squirming slightly in your sleep from all the stimulation, but he doesn’t care. The euphoric feeling of teetering on the edge of an incredible orgasm has Wanderer stripped of any sense of reason. He nudges his cock halfway inside you at a delectably slow pace, reveling in your body’s subtle reactions to his teasing.

“Yeah, baby? You wanna fucking cum?” Wanderer whispers hotly over you, circling your clit faster. There’s already a delicious ring of your essence gathering at the base of his cock.

“Cum…” you mumble in a daze, your eyelashes fluttering open slowly. Your expression is contorted into a helpless plea, licking and biting your bottom lip as you sleepily notice his cock nestled between your thighs.

Wanderer’s eyes snap to yours in disbelief. You’re lucid, but asking for more. He begins to chuckle lowly, and reaches to caress your cheek. “You want it, hm? Speak up.”

He continues to fuck you at an excruciatingly slow pace, waiting patiently for you to beg for his seed. He wanted you in tears, squirting all over him like a good girl. Your moans encourage him to go deeper.

“Please, Wanderer,” you struggle to curl your fingers in his indigo locks under the effects of the drugs. “K-keep going, feels too good. Fill me up, please…”

“Like this?” The puppet smirks, forcefully thrusting his huge cock to the brim inside of you. He relishes in your lovely cries of pleasure and pain, swallowing them in a passionate kiss as he fucks you with reckless abandon.

You could barely hiccup a response, sloppily kissing back as Wanderer abuses your tight hole. He has you pinned against the creaky mattress, holding your face with his thumb on your chin to keep your mouth open. Every noise of ecstasy is his to claim and taste on your tongue.

“Mine, baby, all mine. Say it for me,” Wanderer moans, adoring the cock-drunk glimmer in your clouded eyes.

Squeezing your eyes shut suddenly, your eyebrows furrowed together as you suddenly felt your orgasm build at a rapid speed. You whined against the Anemo cuffs restraining your wrists above your head. “Yours! Oh my god, I’m yours. I’m gonna fucking cum, please, please give it me…!”

“Mhmm, yeah c’mon baby, lemme see you cum for me, so good for me, yeah?” he praises, kissing you roughly as he snaps his hips into you. It’s impossible to deny his insatiable need for you any longer, painting your walls white with spurts of his hot seed in a series of profanity-laden grunts.

Your eyes nearly roll back as your orgasm washes over you, legs trembling around him. The continuous twitch of his cock has you arching your back, taking every last drop of his cum until your cunt can’t hold any more. It leaks out, creaming your folds and his cock nicely.

Once you both catch your breath and lock eyes, you feel your cunt ache to be filled once more. Noticing how you trap him with your legs around his hips, Wanderer realizes the aphrodisiac must have been stronger than he anticipated.

You smile sweetly. “M-maybe one more?”

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[thepaperpanda]

Morning Dragon || Neuvillette x fem!reader

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v), creampies, anal, fingering, dragon Neuvillette

Synopsis: Your dear Chief Justice really needs your attention first thing in the morning

Author: Cass

A/N: Welcome to another day of Kinktober '23 Collaboration! Today's prompt: Morning sex

Masterlist

Neuvillette, just like other dragons, went through the times when he was much needier for love of his beloved mate.

You were sure you helped him calm down this urge a night before, but you were oh so wrong.

As you slept on your side, two rough, clawed hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you close against a strong chest. 

"Mon amour. Wake up. I need you," Neuvillette muttered, nibbling at your shoulder, teasing the still fresh bite marks that adored your skin.

You sighed, slowly walking up. "My love. Didn't I get it all out of your system last night?" 

He shook his head, nuzzling to your neck. You could feel his palm pressing you close against his chest, your butt pressed against his hard, impressive cock.

"Oh love. How could I say no to you? you hummed, reaching back to stroke his hair.

Neuvillette let out a loud, deep purr, moving your leg over his hip to give himself access to your pussy. He didn't waste more time and pushed his cock past your entrance, immediately filling you up to the brim, giving you an impressive bulge in your belly. 

"F-Fuck..." You moaned, still not fully awake but thanks to his strong thrusts you quickly shook off the last bits of sleep that still clouded your mind.

He snapped his hips, each thrust was accompanied by a loud growl as he chased his much-needed release. His big hand cupped the bulge in your tummy, giving it just the right amount of pressure, building up your pleasure.

You felt as if he was going to split you in half with that massive dragon cock of his, yet the feeling was one of a kind. Each thrust brought you closer and closer to your climax, and from his rapid breath you could tell he was getting close too.

Just a few strong thrusts later, he filled your insides with his white, sticky cum to the point it was leaking out despite you still being stuffed full of his cock.

But Neuvillette wasn't done with you, oh no. He needed even more.

"Such a good dragon," you hummed as he slowly pulled out of your tight pussy and then, without warning, he decided to use your other hole just as he pleased. Big cock pushed past a tight ring of muscles, his cum mixed with your juices made it much easier. He claimed your asshole with hard thrusts.

You moaned loudly at the sudden feeling of the stretch, your eyes filling up with tears from the mix of pain and pleasure, "N-Neuvillette... Fuck. Oh, my Archons!"

Neuvillette snarled against your shoulder. The hand that was previously pressing on your belly now moved between your legs and two fingers slipped into your cum-filled entrance.

This amount of stimulation made you whine his name like a prayer as you tried to desperately grab onto him. His clawed fingers, filling and carefully caressing your squishy walls and huge cock filling your other hole brought you closer to your climax with every thrust of his hips. It didn't take much for the knot in your stomach to snap, letting your climax wash over you in a big wave of pleasure.

Neuvillette smiled, hearing your whimpers while your walls squeezed his fingers hard. He pulled his digits out and immediately replaced them with his member, setting a strong, hard pace, not giving you a moment to calm down. His thrusts were deep and strong, and he was snapping his hips despite your whines and begs for him to stop and let you rest.

But your whimpers and pleas fell upon deaf ears as he hammered into you, chasing his own release. All the sweet sounds you made sounded like the finest symphony and led him right to his own high.

With a loud growl, Neuvillette snapped his hips one last time, pushing himself deep into your core to fill you up once again this morning. 

Once the burning need completely left his body, he purred, nuzzling to your neck while stroking your belly. "My love. Thank you for this."

Slowly, he pulled away, you shivered from the sensitivity and the amount of cum spilling out.

You sighed and turned around, cupping his cheek with a soft smile. "Do you feel better?"

Neuvillette nodded, grasping your hand and nuzzling to it with a low hum. "Yes. All thanks to you, my love. Forgive me if I hurt you."

"Oh, don't worry. I'll be fine, but I am happy I could help you," you whispered.

"This is the best way to start the day. Good morning, my love," he summed and kissed you. 

You only laughed against his lips and gladly returned the kiss.

[bedoballoons]

For kinktober, may i request first time with any of the tall boys? Do you thinn they'd be gentle or..? You can choose who :)

Oooo!!! There are definitely some who'd be gentle...and others who I think wouldn't be~

Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy!!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Gentle or Rough~༺}

CW: NSFW! MDNI! First time, reader is a virgin! GN! Bottom! Reader, praising, fingering, c*mming inside, and eating out! Ayato calls the reader darling!

(Includes: Diluc, Zhongli, Neuvillette, Ayato, and Childe!)

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𑁍༄Diluc: (He'd be gentle~)

"You're doing so good~"

He'd whisper into your ear before trailing kisses down your bare chest, worshipping your body and this special gift you were going to share with him, he wanted nothing more than to make you feel better than you ever had. He wanted to do everything you'd let him, his fingers slowly sliding from your hips down to your thighs to pull them apart, your entrance tight and ready for him...he wanted to watch as you came for him, eyes rolling back into your head while you breathlessly moaned his name~

𑁍༄Zhongli: (He'd be gentle at first~)

"You're more addicting than whine itself~"

He'd be so gentle at first, kissing the insides of your thighs with his soft lips while your face grew more blushed with each peck, then he'd look up at you with love filled eyes, once again questioning if it was okay to proceed...and then once you gave him affirmation, his tongue would slowly slide across your entrance, leaving a trail of his hot saliva before sinking it inside of you, moaning at how delicious you tasted. Once he'd started hearing your beautifully lewd sounds though, his pent up frustration would surface and after years of nothing...he'd go more than just a couple rounds~

𑁍༄Neuvillette: (He'd be very gentle~)

"I want to make love to you~"

He'd ask you more than once if you were okay, even when he was sinking deep into you, eyes glazed over with lust and want as your tight walls clenched around him. He knew his strength was above average and the last thing he wanted was for your first time to hurt, but holding himself back was so hard, your hole was mind meltingly addictive to him, to the point he became simply unraveled because of you. As you moaned out his name he'd whisper constant I love yous into your ear and by the end he'd have you filled with that love, warm and slowly dripping down your thighs~

𑁍༄Ayato: (He'd be a bit gentle~)

"Louder darling~"

He'd say, his voice dripping with candy coated lust and his tongue covered in your essence, he wanted you to be almost screaming for him by the end of the night, your entire body exhausted from the amount of times he sent you over the edge. He wanted to hear his name leave your puffy kiss covered lips over and over again while he came so deep inside you that you saw stars, and then he could just sit there and stare at his goregous darlings fucked out face for all eternity~

𑁍༄Childe: (He'd be rough~)

"Let's see who can make the other finish more times~"

At first you'd think he was joking, it was your first time after all and surely he wouldn't actually turn it into a competition, but you were very wrong. He'd chuckle as you came again, your tight walls slick with his hot cum, your body exhausted and covered in perfect marks that he hoped everyone would see in the morning. He'd keep going until you cried out his name, until his seed was spilling out of you and your virginity was completely ripped away. He just wanted to make sure it was more than memorable, even if you couldn't walk in the morning~

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Happy kinktober~*⁠.⁠✧

[tofuxtea]

𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎 | 𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘤 + 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — albedo x fem!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — aphrodisiacs, controlled orgasm, use of sex toys, reader is basically albedo’s consenting lab rat, SLIGHT dub-con in the sense that albedo did not initially mention the sex toys, albedo does not rlly engage sexually, i think that’s all tbh LMAO

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — omfg i feel like ive been dead from tumblr but THANK U GUYS SO MUCH FOR 1K!! here is a present x-tra long no pun intended! this is not proofread btw

aphrodisiac strand 12B. unidentified independent variables to be used on subject after first start of symptoms. begin.

albedo set the petal of a flower onto your tongue, his gloved hand forcing your jaw shut while the other pressed a button on his timer. you winced at the watered down flavor of an earthly sweetness, letting the soaked petal dissolve with your saliva and wash down your throat in one swallow. albedo watched the rise and fall of your throat, quickly noting the time it was ingested.

“why are you doing experiments on aphrodisiacs? i didn’t think you’d take an interest in those.” you swung your feet over the side of his experiment table you sat on, wanting to cut through the tense silence that filled the chilly cavern. even through your dense coat, the violent dragonspine temperatures snaked through to your skin.

albedo didn’t flinch. sometimes it was aweing at how nothing bothered him, even after finding out he was an artificial human. “well,” the man began, setting his clipboard onto the adjacent table. “truthfully, they don’t affect me, but i want to find a way to make safe dosages for people to consume for their own pleasure. not too much, not too little. i think of it as a… personal experiment. this data is only mine.” he explained calmly, squinting at the propped up timer. “anything?”

you hummed and shook your head. albedo sighed.

“the others were faster. maybe something’s wrong with this strand.”

you cleared your throat, forcing albedo to turn towards you. “the others had me humping your leg. maybe a safe dosage is one that takes a minute.” albedo spared you a chuckle, recalling the humiliating effects of the past experiments.

3A had you fingering yourself right on albedo’s table, trying to seduce him into “helping” you, but the stubborn bastard refused to interfere with the experiment. 8B was less intense, it had slowed your breathing so severely that albedo had to hover over you to administer CPR if it came to it, but you grabbed at anything you could use to relieve yourself, even albedo’s waist while your thighs squeezed his. that time, he didn’t care about interfering and let you sweat off the effects. that data was screwed no matter what.

“let me know when you feel anything.” albedo headed off to the other side of the cave, leaving thick tracks in the soft ground behind him. he grabbed a cardboard box off of a lone table in the back and retraced his steps, plopping it next to his clipboard.

“what’s that?” you asked, searching for any sort of label on it. it was completely blank. your legs slowed to a stop when he didn’t immediately answer. “‘bedo, what is this experiment? it’s just recording symptoms, right?” the panic bubbling in your voice was evident and albedo immediately raised his hands to settle you down.

“i apologize for not informing you sooner, but i’m satisfied with the symptom data we have now. i’m tweaking one of the variables i never focused on before,” he glanced your way and hesitantly continued. “and that is how long symptoms last after starting stimulus. a common find in experiments 1A to 8A—” you shot albedo a glare of embarrassment, “—was how prolonged your symptoms were due to lack of proper stimulation. self inflicted stimulation wouldn’t mirror intercourse, so i’m going to see how long symptoms last after i stimulate you.”

you were rendered utterly speechless, jaw slackened. “what’s in the box?” you sounded defeated now, aware that talking albedo out of an experiment was impossible. he complied to your finger points and lifted the lid off the box, pulling several vibrators and dildos out. “oh, my god.” it came out as barely above a whisper and you squeezed your thighs shut as a ripple of excitement rolled through your stomach. “first symptom, heat in the stomach, heightened pleasure.”

albedo snatched the clipboard and scribbled down your response. “you know, we can hold off on this and keep doing symptom data if you’re not comfortable. you’re my partner as well.”

it would have been endearing if it wasn’t for the tingle that seared the ends of your nerves and forced you to clamp your eyes shut. “it’s okay, ‘bedo, but i need you to put one of those dicks in me now.”

you thanked god your usual attire to albedo’s lab consisted of the skirt and sweater you changed into every day after shedding your many snowy layers, and that he was able to easily slip one of the vibrators underneath the plaid fabric and press it against your clit. you grasped onto his shoulder with a surprising grip, body arching from the pleasure between your thighs.

“fu—fuck, ‘bedo,” you strained against clenched teeth. it was all your fried mind allowed you to say, anything else a vast white expanse of burning pleasure you found yourself lost in. the sensation was far more intense than it should have been, the vibration barely low enough to bring a moan out of you, but with the aphrodisiac it had you a blubbering mess.

“interesting.” albedo mumbled, switching his grasp on the wand and fluctuating the pressure of it while his other hand nudged your legs further apart. you pressed the back of your hand to your mouth and let yourself droop against albedo’s body. “i’m going to increase the power.”

he did exactly as he said he would and you were beyond humiliated by the cries that tore from your throat and made your thighs violently shake against his palm. “symptoms?” he asked softly into your ear.

“s—same. body temp—shit—temperature rising, nerves, ah, sensitive—don’t stop.” you panted against his shoulder, daring to rut into the wand to match his rhythmic thrusts against your clit. your leg hooked around his waist, trying to give yourself any sort of leverage to keep your own grinds consistent with the toy’s. albedo’s rhythm faltered for a fraction of a second and you wouldn’t have noticed if it were experiment 8B, but you didn’t touch on it, thinking his grip may have slipped.

“y/n, do you mind if i, ah,” albedo’s voice dropped scarily low, “continue?” you had no idea exactly what the question entailed and quite frankly, you didn’t care. your mind had been fried beyond function after albedo switched the vibrator to its nth notch. all you could do was nod against his shoulder and pray he got the message.

keeping his trained fingers around the bullet, his other hand searched for something inside of the box. his plans must have exceeded the actual process telling by how much clattering you heard coming from inside of it. you could only imagine what kind of things he was going to use on you.

when he found what he was looking for, you prepared to wince at the sight of some BDSM contraption. but what you saw was nowhere near it. a pretty normal sized dildo — which he set a few feet from your thighs while he looked for something else. he pulled a small vial out and popped the top off with his thumbnail, hastily drizzling the stuff over the silicone toy.

all of it was difficult to keep track of with the pleasant pressure of the vibrator against your clit, frying all of your neurons in the process. albedo noticed this. “any changes? lessening? increasing?” his voice was completely calm, like honey in your ears.

“increasing.” you had a sudden rush of newfound strength and gripped his shoulder, shamelessly pushing your hips against the vibrator. albedo’s breath caught in his throat, but his composure remained. he pulled the bullet away completely and raised a reprimanding brow.

“this is my experiment, okay sweetheart?” you knew he meant it in a soothing manner, but the pet name rendered you frozen and you were sure your face had flushed much deeper. this he either genuinely didn’t or willingly chose not to notice. “can’t have skewed data — we’ve made it this far, right?”

“mm—hmm.” your body stiffened when the bullet nudged itself back between your legs. you let his gloved hand push them further apart, his ring finger and pinky steady on your inner thigh.

“is it okay if i touch you? it’s alright if you’d like to prep yourself.” he lowered his gaze to the side of your head where you slumped against his chest. registering his words with eyes clamped shut, you nodded.

“go ahead.”

he held your panties to the side while his middle finger gently prodded at your cunt, the leather hardly warm from his hands. you stifled a cry, the aphrodisiac’s effects suddenly beginning to coil in your gut. albedo kept on and slid his finger in almost to the knuckle. “seems you don’t need much preparation.”

you squeezed his bicep. oh, shut up it said. you were already dripping wet, his glove glistening every time he’d move back. he didn’t flinch and even added a second finger. they moved with ease, letting him know you were prepped enough.

“let me know when you’re about to come.” it was all the warning he gave while he smeared thick, clear lube over the toy before pushing it in. the sensation was overwhelming. you cried out and your hand held onto the back of his neck, fingers raking up through his hair. “any change in symptoms?”

“still increasing—fuck!” you braced yourself on one hand, the other still lost in his dusty blond locks. “‘bedo, it’s not calming down like the others, it’s too much.” you whined with each of his languid thrusts. as much as you wanted to try to shut your legs from the fiery stimulation, your thighs spread even further, your heel catching on the edge of the table to give him a better angle.

albedo adjusted his wrist accordingly and matched his thrusts to your fervor, increasing the pressure of the vibrator as well. your head fell back, cries spilling from your lips. “god, ‘bedo! f—faster, ‘m so close! please, please, please,”

the man observed your expression closely: eyebrows tented with pleasure, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted and wet. your cries were getting higher and louder by the second, telling albedo what he already knew. before you could even announce it, he removed the toys and took half a step back.

“albedo, what the fuck are you doing?” you hissed. your hands made a wild grab for his and your heel tried to catch the back of his leg to yank him close. “i was so close, ‘bedo, you can’t be serious.”

his turquoise eyes held no remorse. instead, he switched the dildo to his other hand and picked his pen up, jotting down some notes and stealing glances at the timer. you huffed, a silent demand for an answer. “i told you. today’s data is going to be a bit different.” was all he said as he pressed something on the stopwatch. a small beep sounded.

disregarding the anger radiating off of you, he nudged back in between your legs and switched the vibrator back on. the confusion was wiped clean off of your face in the blink of an eye. the abrupt changes in albedo’s actions were stimulating you more than before, possibly a reaction from the aphrodisiac.

“shit, ‘bedo, it’s stronger,” you spoke over the cries bubbling in your throat, your voice strained and teeth clenching. “it’s increasing more — fuck — what are you doing to me?”

“if i do this, what happens?” the heel of his palm pushed the tip of the dildo into you, your arousal making it easy. you took your bottom lip between your teeth, biting hard enough to draw blood.

“keep going, please.” you begged like a whining dog with a treat on its nose. albedo complied without hesitation. the thick, silicone shaft filled you to the suction cup base, albedo’s gloved knuckles grazing your inner thighs.

“are you close?” the blonde’s voice was unmistakably gravelly in your ear. all you could do was whimper a meek ‘mm—hm’ and nod.

“good.”

oh, it was going to be a long day.

hands down the sloppiest ending i ever wrote but i gotta get this out before finals😭 COME GET YALLS JUICE

[albaedough]

Thinking of You

Happy Kinktober~

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Continuation of @minty-stays-tired 's fic Been Thinking of You~

Word Count: 1.4k

Characters: Kazuha, Heizou, Scaramouche

Pairings: Kazuha x Heizou x Fem!Reader x Scaramouche

Warnings: ⚠️ MDNI 18+ ONLY ⚠️ Foursome, cheating(maybe), triple penetration, creampie, oral(giving and receiving), anal, sub/dom dynamics, teasing, multiple orgasms

Taglist: @stygianoir @silverwritesthings @genshinparty

Click below for more~

Heizou, Kazuha & Scaramouche

Feeling all three gazes on you staring at you longingly causes your face to become flushed as you allow Scaramouche to unbutton your blouse, "Y-yes…" you say breathlessly, your heart filling with fervor as the butterflies in your stomach flutter about. You assist Scaramouche's slow attempt at removing your blouse, tossing it haphazardly onto the floor, leaving you in your bra. 

Suddenly you feel hands trail down your back, causing you to shiver as the hands of Heizou unclasp your bra, letting it slide to the floor, "Incredible~," Heizou coos as the other two men stare at you with lust, licking their lips. Your erect nipples are begging to be teased as Scaramouche gets onto his knees, licking up your abdomen as you tremble. 

"S-scara…t-that tickles!" you cry out, entangling your fingers into his hair as a soft moan escapes your lips. Kazuha comes up from behind you, and with one swift movement, he pulls down your pants, revealing your mesh lace panties, and he chuckles.

"A perfect match just for us~?" He asks teasingly, grabbing your ass roughly in the process, but you are far too distracted by Scaramouche's quick work with his tongue to answer. Lusting for more, you pull Scaramouche's head up, kissing him passionately, parting your lips for his tongue. 

Heizou and Kazuha, feeling left out, look toward each other, both their cocks pressing up against their pants, begging for release. Feeling uncomfortable, they pull each other into a kiss, their hands lingering all over each other's body as they both find each other's hardened dick, and they both groan into the kiss, finally pulling away, "Come now, Scara…don't hog all of her," Heizou says, wiping his mouth from the accumulated saliva. 

You're the first to pull away; your face flushed a bright red, "S-share me…let me feel all of you," you say, panting, and Scaramouche grins wickedly, pushing you back onto the couch with force, spreading your legs wide.

"If that's what you wish, then so be it," Scaramouche growls, ushering toward Heizou and Kazuha.

Heizou promptly sits atop your abdomen, releasing his twitching cock from its prison, "Suck it, Doll," he coos, a mischievous glint sparkling in his jade eyes, and you oblige, taking his dick in your hand and giving gentle licks around its tip before wrapping your whole mouth around it. As you're sucking Heizou off, he groans, fingers pulling and twisting your nipples as you moan on his fat cock. 

Kazuha, seeing this, walks toward the armrest of the couch, "Me too, stroke my dick, Y/N," he says, voice low. His cock presses up against your free hand longingly, and you grab it gently, stroking painstakingly slow, up and down, and a heavenly moan escapes his lips, "Just like that, baby…."

Scaramouche smirks as he eyes the two men defiling you and pulling your panties away; his smile grows more prominent, seeing how wet you are for them. Getting back down onto his knees, his hands trail your thighs, grabbing hold of them roughly as you moan onto Heizou's cock from surprise. Taking a long slow lick across your slit Scaramouche pulls away, licking his lips, "Delicious~," he says as he continues to swirl his tongue around your clit. 

Letting out constant moans onto Heizou's dick, you can't take it anymore. You release yourself, a long strand of saliva hanging from your lip and the tip of his cock, "P-please…more. I want more.." you manage between pitiful moans from the constant teasing between Heizou's twisting and grazing and Scaramouche eagerly lapping up your juices, as you continue to stroke Kazuha's dick which now has his head thrown back from pleasure. 

"You heard her, boys," Heizou muses with a chuckle as he gets off of your abdomen, "Kazuha, dear, sit on the couch; let's let you have a turn~," he coos lovingly as you adjust yourself to make room for him.

As Kazuha sits on the couch, you immediately straddle him, guiding his long cock into your soaking cunt, "Mm—A-ah!" you groan from pleasure as your cunt wraps around his dick with ease as you start bouncing up and down, your breasts jiggling with each pleasurable spring, "O-oh! A-ahh~!" you continue to cry out, mixing your sounds with Kazuha's heavy pants.

Scaramouche positions himself behind you, spreading your asscheeks wide open, and he groans, "How lovely. I love the way you're riding his cock, my pet…" he murmurs as his cock twitches. Spitting on his finger, he starts circling your asshole before shoving it in forcefully, causing you to scream from overstimulation, "Easy now, baby," Scaramouche says, grinning at your reaction as he trusts his finger in and out of your ass, "You haven't felt anything yet…" he continues as he inserts another finger causing you to tilt your head back and cry out.

"More! More! Morrree~!" you scream out, and Kazuha trails his hand down your abdomen to play with your clit. 

"You're being much too noisy…let's fix that, shall we?" Kazuha says mischievously, nodding toward Heizou, who shoves his cock back into your mouth roughly, and your eyes roll to the back of your head, "Oh fuck yeah, baby…I love the faces you make," he says affectionately as he continues to mess with your clit making slow then fast circles. 

As your asshole adjusts to Scaramouche's fingers, he pulls them away, causing you to whine on Heizou's constant thrusts as your hips continue to bounce atop Kazuha's cock. Aligning his dick with your willing hole, he spits onto his hand, rubbing his cock with his saliva, and with one slow push, he thrusts into your ass, feeling Kazuha's dick thrust in and out of you as you cry out, "F-fuck. You're so tight."

Tears start welling at the corners of your eyes as your cries are muffled, "Crying already~?" Heziou coos, wiping your tears away with his thumbs, "Such a pity~."

Feeling yourself tip over the edge, you attempt to pull yourself away from Heizou's cock, but he slams your head down onto his dick roughly, holding your head there, and you groan. The vibrations of your moan cause him to tilt his head back as hot liquid coats your mouth tasting slightly salty. Heizou rips his cock away, his cum dribbling from your mouth as you swallow the rest, catching your breath, "Fuck, Dollface! That's so sexy…" he muses, slapping the side of your face with his cock, shoving his fingers down your mouth.

"I-I'm gonna cum…!" you manage to say with Heizou's fingers down your throat, slamming your sloppy cunt down onto Kazuha's dick, causing him to remove his fingers from your clit with a groan, digging his fingers into your hips as he assists in moving your hips up and down. With your free hands, you spread your asscheeks for Scaramouche, who continues thrusting his thick cock in and out of your ass, your walls beginning to clench around the two of them as you suck and lick Heizou's fingers.

Raising his hand, Scaramouche slaps your ass, causing it to jiggle, and you cry out, "Such a fucking slut you are, taking all three of us…," he growls, his thrust becoming more brutal, faster, and rough as you continue to cry out pathetically. Railing his cock into your ass, he hitches in a breath, trying so desperately not to cum, but the clenching of your asshole is too much, causing him to tremble as his hot seed explodes into your ass, "F-fuck!" Scaramouche groans, pulling his dick out of your ass, admiring the way his viscous cum drips out of the widened hole, "Such a pretty sight~," he coos, licking his lips and enjoying the sound of your cries and moans.

Becoming a bubbling babbling mess, Kazuha is in a state of euphoria, his head tilts back, "H-hng a-ah~," he groans out, now clutching onto your hips tightly as you continue to grind onto him, "Y-Y/N i-it's too much, I'm going to c-cum.." Kazuha murmurs, now bucking his own hips into you. With one final thrust he hits your sweet spot as his cock twitches, exploding inside of you. 

And feeling his cock twitch inside you, hitting your sweet spot, you near your finale. Ripping Heizou's fingers from your mouth you begin to scream in delight, "A-AH! I'm c-cumming~!" you shout out, your wet cunt gushing all over Kazuha's dick as your walls tighten. Abruptly pulling Kazuha's dick out, you collapse backwards into Scaramouche's arms as a mixture of your cum, Kazuha's, and Scaramouche's dribble out onto the couch.

"Tsk, tsk…such a mess we made," Scaramouche says, wrapping his arms around your trembling body as you ride out your high.

"You took us so well, Y/N!" Heizou beams at you, chuckling at your flushed panting expression.

"Let's clean you up, shall we?" Kazuha invites, "A nice warm bath will do~"

[honeykaes]

le sacrifice du sang

vampire!neuvillette x reader II 2.6k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, vampire au, set in 17th century esc france, blood, biting, ritual sex, self harm (neuvillette cuts his wrist for the ritual), soulmate, xenophobia, praise, creampies, monsterfucking adjacent, unedited

synopsis: for decades the village has been thriving despite the vampiric armies ravaging throughout europe. Cast aside for being an outsider, you are deemed as a sacrifice to a vampire lord to stop the attacks in the region.

Night seemed endless. Most days you would barely see the sun bright outside under the sky. All you could do was sigh, shifting on the soft sheets of the grandiose bed you rested in. A long chiffon nightgown covered your form and rested right at your ankles. You balled your fists on the ornate patterns of the comforter of the bed, golden and navy threads showing off just how much it was worth.

You turned your head to the stained glass window seeing the sun hiding behind the horizon and stars beginning to peak out in the darkening sky—the multicolor light pigmented in blues and purples reflected on the ground as its shadow grew signaling the fleeting light.

Part of you is surprised you're up so early in your new sleep schedule but another part of you questions why you’re even alive right now to look outside the stained glass window. Three weeks ago you were set to die, yet you have lived in the lap of luxury.

All because of him.

Vampires have been ravaging Europe for a few decades now, causing an all-out war in some regions of the land. Your family insisted on heading there despite it, as traders would surely flourish against the nobles desperate for supplies and your nativity allowed you to follow them. 

Trying to settle and trade in Europe began in disaster as xenophobia grew rapid—war, fear, and prejudices clouding their judgment. You lost your family very early on when you arrived in Europe, losing a lot and trying to scour and try to collect wherever you could to mourn and live. France became the best option to live in since the fighting was beginning to cease in the country.

In the southeast part of the region, you settled in a village. You remained there for five years, trying to make ends meet as a seamstress. You always wondered why vampires didn’t attack and slaughter you and the rest of the village as you heard others had faced. The village had not seen an inkling of the dissipating war around it, and you later discovered why.

To appease the vampiric lords and ladies of France, human sacrifices were commenced—one to save all. You weren’t completely sure who the lord of this area even was, yet you were about to find out after the Judge of the town deemed yourself as the sacrifice.

You begged, you pleaded, you cried but no one in the town so much as pitied you. In their eyes, you were an outsider; someone even more worthy of being sacrificed than “one of their own”. Bullshit is what you wanted to say but you didn’t have the power to defy it.

That man eventually collected you after, the lord of the southern region of France—Monsieur Neuvillette. When he descended, in navy and black, you thought he was an angel and thought the village already killed you thinking he was an angel instead. 

He didn’t seem human at all. 

Long white hair cascaded down his back and lowly tied towards the end with streaks of gradient blue flowing through it. His lavender eyes, pupil slit, and irises glowing, drinking up every unconscious tick and stubble expression in your body and face. His face was stern, but his eyes seemed kind.

He asked you one question that night.

“What is your name, dear?” 

You answered as his eyes softened, lifting his hand to your eyes to cover your gaze

“Then, (Y/n). I’m sorry circumstances have brought us here.”

Darkness was all you were faced with. In a way, you thought death had arrived, only to wake up in a beautifully decorated room in a château when you awoke.

Neuvillette was kind albeit stoic during your time in his château. Many nights, you’d have dinner with him—his eyes just on you as he quietly drank his silver chalice filled with the iron-rich stench of blood from someone who wasn’t you.

Those nights he would reveal more information about himself and you’d do the same. He told you how he was a lord and has been “in this state” for several millennia. He told you about the rise and fall of empires and even vampiric ones history had all but forgotten. 

Neuvillette also discussed how most of the sacrifices ended up working as servants in the château who he called “Melusines”. 

In the second week since your “sacrifice”, he also mentioned another vampire lord living in this château—Lady Furina. He talked about how eager she was to interact with her subjects, including yourself but he had told her to stay away from you for now as her bloodlust was unpredictable.

But one slip of the tongue had changed the casual conversation into something more serious.

“...She is not to bother you, yet. Not before you are turned at the least.”

Your eyebrow furrowed, lips parting hearing him say those words. Turning? Turning into what?

“What do you mean by that…” you questioned. He placed his chalice down, closing his eyes briefly to collect his thoughts before crossing his arms.

“I apologize. I have neglected to inform you about this since I wanted you to get adjusted to your new life here first,” he murmured. You clenched your jaw, trying to read his stoic expression but it was the same as it’s always been. 

“I admit I played a role in why the Judge had chosen you specifically. When you first settled in the village, your scent informed me that you were my mate. My soulmate,” he replied. You couldn’t stop yourself from scoffing in shock. 

“Smell me? Soulmate? What does that even mean, Neuvillette?! I thought vampires only were interested in other vampires and humans were seen as food. That’s why there’s a war in the rest of Europe after all,” you shouted. He did not flinch at your raising pitch in tone. He gave a small humorless laugh at your words.

“That’s not exactly true. A curse befalls vampires and those with vampiric natures in more than one way than ‘evolving’ from their human characteristics. The same people many see as food can be the only chance to find their mate. Whether unconsciously or not we are always searching, our body craves the touch and affection only our mates can give us, soothing one might say, the soul,” he revealed.

You look down at your plate, half-eaten cake on it before gently pushing it away. There was a pause where no one said anything, but you were sure he could hear your heartbeat thumping rapidly in your chest.

“...Are you scared? Do you need some time to process this? We can save the rest of this conversation later,” Neuvillette discussed. You swallowed, trying to ease the dryness that caught your throat suddenly but refused to look him in his eyes for now.

“H-How would this process work exactly? I’m guessing vampires and mortal humans don't mix well,” you muttered. Neuvillette sighed, grunting in agreement.

“Well. There’s a ritual in a sense to create a bond between each party’s body and soul. The ritual entails copulation and when my fangs pierce your skin in the process. It will signal to both your body and soul that your bond with me has been found and eventually your physiology will adjust into something more like me.”

“...Something that of a vampire,” you whispered, looking up at him. He silently nodded as silence befell the two of you for now. Neuvillette let out a heavy sigh, but the corners of his lips curved into a small smile to try to ease the pain you were faced with.

“I recognize this is a lot for any human to face, so please take as much time as you need. There is no rush, so process however long it will take,” he said, rising from his seat and leaving you alone with the crackling fire in the dining room. 

It had been a year since that night he revealed himself as your soulmate. A year to finally process and accept your fate. You chuckled to yourself finally seeing the sun’s light completely disappear and the moon rising brightly in the sky.

Tonight you would mourn your mortality.

A knock at the door snapped you out of your thoughts and memories before you called out they could enter. Neuvillette walked in, wearing his own nightgown falling to his ankle, body completely covered in the white chiffon fabric. He stood by the door still, letting you have your space that was resting on the bed.

“Are you sure you are ready? We can wait later to do this. I can wait,” Neuvillette murmured. You flashed a shaky smile before sighing.

“Yes. I am Neuvillette. I promise,” you replied. Neuvillette walked over until he was in front of you, long fingers clasping gently as your chin before lifting it up. Your lips parted in shock gazing into his eyes that softened.

“I’m going to ask one more time, are you sure you’re ready,” he asked, voice low and husky. Your body trembled at the tone of his voice before you slowly nodded your head—you could hear your eardrums echoing out the beat of your quickening heart. 

You slowly lifted your nightgown off and the fabric pools on the floor, leaving you bare and vulnerable to his gaze and touch. He followed, letting his nightgown fall onto the floor. His body was more muscular than you thought based on the attire you usually saw him adorning in the halls. You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks.

Neuvillette softly smiles leaning in to press his lips against your own. He soon is on top of you, the bed creaked as the weight of two bodies pressed against it. His lips were soft, easily molding on your own while ever so often a sharp pain would poke at your bottom lip. 

“If I’m being honest, I never thought I would experience this. You don’t know how long I waited for this...how I longed for you,” he whispered, as his lips eventually left your own, settling in the nape of your neck. Your body trembled as Neuvillette let his fangs graze against the sensitive skin while his hand traveled down and squeezed the plush of your thighs. 

He finally finds your cunt, cupping his hand at it as he continues to nipple and his along your neck. He soon applied pressure and your hips instinctively began to grind trying to get a lick of friction to brush against your needy clit. Feeling you grind on his hand made Neuvillette chuckle before he opened his eyes admiring the slick now clinging to his palm.

“So pliable under my touch, I’m glad you're enjoying yourself,” he whispered in your ear, hearing another moan rip from your mouth. He soon shifted his position; his thumb now firmly pressed against the nub of your clit pressing tight circles on it. Your form began to twist and your hips shifted as Neuvillette’s hand followed every movement, not budging his focused ministrations once.

His other thumb brushed against your pebbled nibbles, relishing in the way your body jolted from the various sensations. Your breathing became heavy, feeling your entire body flutter inching closer and closer to your high.

“Neuvillette. Neuvillette…I’m—” you groaned out before suddenly Neuvillette completely stopped. You snapped your eyes open in surprise, looking over at him perplexed as his gaze softened and lips tugged in a smile.

“Why did you stop…?” you whispered, puzzled by his actions. Neuvillette leaned in to kiss your forehead while cleaning the slick clinging to his fingers on his thighs as it smeared.

“I needed to make sure you were prepared for me. The ritual unfortunately cannot work if you lose yourself to my fingers, mon cœur. Unless you preferred to wait as I asked earlier,” Neuvillette hummed. You bite your lip, in embarrassment as Neuvillette grasped his cock.

It’s thick, and long and the only vein you could see ran along the base of it. His cock curled up and twitched every few seconds, eager for attention. He let out a grunt, pumping his cock a few times as his tip—flushed pale pink—budded with precum. He rested his length against your slit, letting it slide up and down and gathering the arousal drooling out of your cunt. He let his tip tap against your stimulated clit causing you to shiver before he nestled it against your entrance once more.

As he pushed the tip inside of you, he leaned down, capturing your lips once more before sinking his cock further inside of you. Your nails harpoon against his broad back and you widen your legs wider trying to adjust to his length. Your walls burned at the stretch, trying your best not to tense up as he descended further inside of you.

Finally bottoming out, he slowly slid out before plunging in once more, thrusting with meticulous but strong strokes. Your body moved to his pace, bed beginning to moan and creak while hitting against the wall. 

He grunted louder in the kiss, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to contain himself. He leaned up as you tried catching your breath, stammering his name as his breathing became heavier while his thrusts became faster.

Neuvillette parted his mouth to let his fangs elongate before they buried themselves in the nape of your neck. You yelped, sucking a sharp breath in as the pain of his bite throbbed and shot throughout your entire body. You could hear him gulp and moan, sucking the river of blood pouring down at the wound while he continued to rut inside of you.

“Neuvillette…” you whispered out. It was strange. The pain had somehow subsided and your body felt much lighter and aware of his touch and thrusts, trembling in newly found sensitivity and pleasure. It was as if the bite was an aphrodisiac.

Were all bites like this or was it because he claimed to be your soulmate?

He lifted his head, lower face bloodied from the meal he was indulging in—your humanity. His tongue seemed longer, letting it rest against the wound before taking a long stride up to lap up the rest of the blood dripping from the punctures.

Your walls fluttered down on his cock as your writhed, Neuvillette continued to buck—desperate to sink even further inside of you. He sucked a breath in, struggling to keep up with his pace as your walls continued to cave and clamp down.

Neuvillette's hands find themselves beneath you, squeezing the globes of your ass before lifting your bottom half in an attempt to plunge deeper inside of you. His eyes narrowed watching his cock stretch and disappear in your cunt.

“That’s it…you're almost there. Let me see you come undone. Let’s begin our lives together for eternity in the darkness…” Neuvillette muttered, clenching his jaw tight. You squirmed, tears pricking your eyes as you finally reached your high—body shivering and back arching while calling out his name repeatedly. Your walls quivering from your climax were enough for Neuvillette to follow.

He snapped his eyes shut, hips flattering letting ropes of his thick cum shoot inside of it. He slowly thrust, pushing it deeper, trying to nurse his body down from his high. A trial of his essence managed to leak out, and travel to your inner thighs despite his cock still plugged inside of you.

“Just one more step…please bear with me and stay away,” Neuvillette whispered, placing your hips down on the bed once more. His nails, sharper than before, quickly shut themselves on his wrist—his blood dripping down his forearm. Your eyes and body felt so heavy, your body feeling like your heart was slowing down before you noticed him hovering his injured wrist above your mouth.

Droplets of blood trickled down your chest and chin before finally landing in your open mouth.

As you swallowed, your eyes widened feeling an unknown rush flowing throughout your body replenishing your once tired body so suddenly.

“It…it doesn’t taste like iron, but as if your blood is the purest spring water…”

[anantaru]

DAY 21 — JEALOUSY

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — alhaitham, thoma, scaramouche, wriothesley

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, jealous & possessive boys, a lil insecure, fear of you leaving them, prone bone, oral (male! receiving), teasing & rough

𖧡 — ALHAITHAM

indeed, it was a lot more convenient for alhaitham to pretend like he wasn't jealous right now, painfully so, and the thought of him even getting to this point was somewhat embarrassing to the renowned scribe— especially since you're giving him no reasons to be jealous in the first place.

with shaky fingers, you frame your hands behind his neck as you push him close for a quick kiss, and alhaitham found himself welcoming you with a roughness that manifested into ruthless ruts of his length shattering all sense of rationality in you when you jolt your hips into him, his cock continuously pushing into you possessively before dragging his palm down to grope your tits— his way of handling and pleasing your body was always enough to make you empty headed and crave more friction, even though alhaitham was rougher than usually this time around.

little do you realize that alhaitham couldn't look at your wide, pleading eyes, instead he focused on making you feel good, despite his head being full of constant bothering thoughts and emotions, his own glossed over eyes filled with deep annoyance.

what the man didn't wanted to happen was for you to suddenly believe that his obvious lack of attention and negligence was directed at you, but alas, it gave the impression away, especially when you whine out his name, alhaitham, alhaitham, again and again, but he doesn't even look at you, and it's like a mark burning into your skin when he stops himself at last, his cock still throbbing inside the confines of your walls but alhaitham wasn't moving an inch anymore.

"i-is something wrong?" you mutter, breathing and sniffling through your moans, "did i do something?" your gentle words of compliance  slip past his ears as he suddenly returns your gaze at last, his eyes open wide when the realization hit him. the heat in the air gets drained entirely and the mood falters a little, replaced with subtle touches, low breaths and at last, alhaitham's unwavering focus on you.

"no," he shakes his head immediately, "you did nothing," and here his voice softened, continuing, "you could never, you know that," he looks at you, and in return, you raise your eyebrows at him, utterly irritated, asking him non-verbally to explain himself and his difficult pondering— your cunt still pressed around his girth and it's more pleasurable than painful, yet neither of you was moving an inch, and it doesn't seem like you will for a while.

alas— as you might be utterly aware by now, alhaitham wasn't a man of many words, he preferred the easier route, and his heart was steady for once, thanks to you shaking his thoughts and calming him with nothing but your sensual voice.

and, truthfully, there was a part of him that enjoyed letting his desires out like that, to signalize you his desires despite him drifting off into his thoughts every now and then.

or, that in the end, any other individual fumbling their attempt to get to know you will fail, because as always, alhaitham never has to fear for any lack of loyalty coming from you.

𖧡 — THOMA

the mental picture of not being good enough for you creeped its way over thoma's psyche and body, while this particular thinking was making him much too jealous, too insecure and grumpy, truly, he absolutely loathed the feeling of it, it left a bad taste in his mouth and he hated himself deeply right now.

by now, it felt as though he had memorized every word that his negative emotions spoke to him, and it served as an evident contrast to the lustful temperature littering over your naked bodies as he plays with you, his red tip battering against your sensitive insides with such roughness that your entire body was bouncing back and forth the bed. 

"you're mine," thoma's repeated declarations ooze into you and scratch the deepest depths of your brain, "mine, fuck— and mine," it truly messes with your mind, his thrusts deep and precise making you cry desperately with quick snaps of his hips holding your breath away.

"yes.." you hiccup weakly, "forever... yours," and thoma groans loudly at your sentences, he was so glad that he cannot help himself but smile— even though of course, it didn't entirely melt away the troubling thoughts, they continue to pester him, how not when he was thinking about it all day long.

in spite of that, he wanted to prove himself until you're utterly trapped to the feeling of being overflowed by his throbbing length swelling inside, taking up all the sweet space until you're nothing but full of him— swiftly hiding your dampened face against thoma's neck, stifling your darling cries as he pushes faster, deeper, his painfully hard cock pistoling in and out until you're practically yelling his name in broken spells.

it only takes a couple more thrusts before he spills into you, your clenching walls trying to keep him in as your legs tremble while trapped in a frenzy, fluids mixing and oozing over his erection— and it's sudden, when you run your fingers over his scalp to drag him into you, and it immediately fills him with an emotion akin to joy, "i'm yours, thoma,"

perhaps, that’s all thoma needed to hear— remembering the fact that he was chosen by you, that it was only him who was allowed to touch you, kiss you, taste you.

𖧡 — SCARAMOUCHE

"are you close? please tell me, please.." a hot breeze ignites the shell of your ear as scaramouche's warm, desperate heaves brush across the deepest parts on your body, each word of his spoken out so sinfully that it somehow showed a different, much more vulnerable side of him. he holds you close to his figure, one hand planted on top of your hips while the other was located on the back of your neck, sinfully pressing your head against the soiled pillows with your mouth gaped open, moaning out the pleasure.

the unforgiving, strong pace of his hips was never losing on strength, the intensity of his blows was maddening, merciless, and you could feel it all, he made sure of, the thick veins prancing around his shaft ripping through your bruised walls, sending a stimulating bolt all the way down to your spine.

"cry for me, come on," he breathes, his voice thick of lust, fuck, he was so worked up, so fucking mad at the fact that his own insecurities were playing cruel tricks on him, and he needed to make you cum right now, so he could release himself right after and bury every last drop of his seed inside of you, until you're overcrowded, your eyes brimming with warm tears due to the sheer impact.

now, kuni's broken inability to talk about his feelings and concerns was difficult to navigate through, but this is where everything changes— because after you whine out his name when his rough fingers slide down between your trembling legs, rolling two digits over your neglected clit as he glides his tongue over his lips before pressing his entire weight on top of you, with his mouth located right against your ear.

"i hate, hate, hate, hate, how they look at you," scaramouche really wanted to be gentle this night, he was really trying his best to not let his emotions run freely, but he just couldn't help himself anymore, so he grinds down harder, feeling everything, fucking you hard and deep and reaching the sweet spots he knew you'd roll your eyes back at.

completely lost in the feeling of you, his dripping erection ridges into your bruised walls as his cock repeatedly stretches you— he needed to feel you, more and more, endlessly craving your insides to tighten around his shaft and milk every last drop of him, until his troubled mind would stop racing into negative directions and perhaps then, he'll finally open up to you and tell you about his deep-rooted insecurities.

𖧡 — WRIOTHESLEY

"hold still for me", wriothesley inhales deeply into his chest, the scent of pheromones and sweat driving him ferocious— he could feel himself twitch underneath your warm palm hungrily smearing his salty pre all over his shaft and it's uncontrolled, stimulating, when you pin a snug kiss on his rosy tip.

he places on hand against the back of your head as you part your mouth to take him, your nostrils filled with his scent that permeated every single part of him and made you push your thighs together in impatience— but it wasn't your turn yet, and you wanted to parade your hot mouth over his throbbing dick a while longer, until wriothesley realizes that you could do this perpetually, his lengthy cock in your mouth so you could give it the attention it deserved, your saliva streaming down and making it shine as the spit dribbles all the way down to his aching balls.

"you know you're the only one for me, right?" he laughs before hissing out in exhilaration when you fondle his balls, adding more strength towards the underside but holding them sensitively, you wouldn't want to hurt him, so you bob your head up and down, swallow his salty pre whilst massaging his balls in your hand, all the while parting your mouth as wide as you could, taking as much into your throat as would fit.

"and there's— fucking hell, no reason to be jealous, baby," you suddenly look up at him through pleading eyes, were you really this obvious with it today? well, granted, you cannot even describe the level of rage you would feel whenever someone would talk about your boyfriend, as if he was single, even though knowing full on well he wasn't— yet the good part? wriothesley might be the last person who'd ever give a damn about those pestering intruders, how you referred to them, and he was barely able to wait until he could bury your mouth to the hilt before spilling sweet nothings into your ears.

"fuck—," he grunts, clenched jaw tensing when he feels it move over your wet tongue tracing over his swollen veins, "fuck, just you wait— just you wait," before he spreads his legs further, so you could fit right in between his strong thighs better, and have enough room while being stuffed full of his cock prodding at the back of your throat.

as was anticipated, wriothesley was slowly turning louder and it's a melodious sound sending a warmth through your body, heightening the temperature on your drenched core slicking up your panties and puncturing it to a sizzling degree— but you're keeping yourself contained, all for him, for his delicious erection  slipping through and expanding, sealing you together as one.

©2023 anantaru's kinktober do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[sh1-n0bu]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 11: hate/angry sex with scaramouche from genshin impact

warnings: rough sex, degrading, choking, cockstepping, cock-strap traditions, bondage, hair pulling, belly bulging

notes: i mean scaramouche guys not wanderer!!!! scaramouche when he was a fatui harbinger!!!!

“f-fuck! you think… you can just appear out of nowhere so suddenly — guhhg! and take the seat of the eighth?” the short puppet tries to muffle his groans and whines, bucking his hips up into your feet the more you step down on his crotch.

how did it get here again? right. scaramouche and his mouth running all over the place, saying how you were a nobody who appeared out of nowhere and took the seat of the eighth harbinger with nothing to prove. at first, you just ignored him. he was known to be crude and loves to run his mouth all over the place after all. but over time, the constant jabs and threats to your title became a little bit too annoying.

which lead to here. his hands tied up behind his back, kneeling in front of you on the rug covered floor of your office as you step on his tiny cock all the while reading some work papers like it was nothing. of course, someone must teach the puppet some manners, yes?

paying no mind to his hissing and venom covered words, you only continue to keep your foot in place on his crotch. how much time had passed by now? who knows.

you were just skimming through some much needed paperwork while using the sixth’s cock as a makeshift footrest. he had already came in his shorts already and the sheer embarrassment of coming untouched was eating scaramouche up inside.

after finishing up the stacks of documents in your hand, you finally decided to pay some attention to the poor whining thing kneeling before you. cheeks flushed red, slight drool slipping down his chin mixed with his own blood as he bites down on his lip. there was a cute growing stain in his dark shorts.

what an amusing sight. perhaps this newfound pet of yours could be given a reward.

reaching a hand down, you pat his head gently. that snapped him out of his momentary daze as he looks up at you, confused yet also slightly relieved. but his relief doesn’t last long when your hand fists at his purple hair, pulling him up before bending him over your desk. this new position had balladeer’s mind reeling with all sorts of imaginations.

he had always wanted you to just bend him over your desk, taking him in any way or form you desired as he cries in your hands about how big you were. or how you were fucking him so good. or how your assistant could hear you two. call it whatever you will, but balladeer wasn’t as sharp and strong as his tongue.

he wanted to be used by you. and this new position you thrown him into was making him reel with excitement.

“such dirty mouth you have, balladeer. no one ever taught you a lesson, huh? but that’s okay. i’ll be sure to teach you a good lesson, you filthy slut” you hiss in a low voice, making quick work of his shorts as the fabrics pool down to his ankles. the warmth of the fireplace providing heat into the office still doesn’t stop the short man from shivering. excitement? probably. but also mixed with a hint of eagerness and enthusiasm as his hips twitch back to you.

“h-hah?! what did you just call me? i’m your superior, eighth. you’re nothing but just a replacement. if anyone should be taught a lesson, it’s you!” scaramouche yells, trying to keep up the facade of the ever-angry harbinger lord. yet the slight quiver in his voice sways from his words.

he was excited. more so when he hears your belt unbuckle and pants unzip as the wet sounds of lube follows. he could feel your hand spreading his asscheeks apart before your tip presses against his puckering hole. fuck, just put it in already. he even prepped himself for you just so he can be used, so hurry it up!

almost as if sensing his inner thoughts, you let out a chuckle. his hope was already prepped as the remains of the lube he used still glistening around his pink rim.

“such a filthy slut” with that, you bottom out inside him in one thrust, making scaramouche choke on his scream of pleasure.

ah, you felt so good inside him! so big and girthy, mushroom tip kissing his stomach and causing a belly bulge in his tiny form. you easily grazed against his prostate and he was so sure that you were fucking him full of your fat cock, rearranging his insides. you felt even better than those stupid small toys he used!

wasting no time and giving him no moment to collect himself, your hand sneaks up behind him, wrapping around his slim throat. putting just enough pressure to remind him of his place to the sides of his neck, you start to move your hips. the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin and scaramouche’s choked up whines and punched out shrill moans fill up the confined space of your office.

briefly, when pulling him up and making him arch his back against your chest, you could see a cute bulge appear and disappear into his stomach. a result of the size of your strap. just seeing that was enough to make you proud. you were fucking his stomach and he loved that feeling.

“you love that? you love having me inside you, balladeer? look down here. my cock is fucking your tummy” you hum softly to his ear, free hand tapping a finger against his smooth skin. just as he was told, scaramouche looks down to where your finger was tapping.

oh archons, have mercy. just as you said, there was a bulge in his stomach. appearing and disappearing whenever your hips would pull back before meeting his own again and again. seeing that, the small puppet lets out a weak mewl as he comes all over your desk, leaving his thighs shaking.

seeing that some of your work papers got dirtied, you tighten your hold around his slim neck, making the puppet whine deliriously as he drools.

“no good. can’t have my slut dirtying my papers. but it’s okay. i’ll make sure to discipline you well until you learn to ask me for permission before you cum” all scaramouche could do was nod over and over. feeling the familiar feeling of orgasm tightening in his core again.

you would have to teach him well.

[reallyromealone]

Day sixteen 🎃 curroption

Pantalone x Barbara's brother male reader

Warnings: male reader, nsfw, smut, slight dubious consent, tough sex, blowjobs, facials, bottom male reader

Masterlist

(Name) hummed as he wandered the path, currently on a pilgrimage throughout the countries to give prayer to the gods and learn about the other lands beyond his own, dressed in winter clothes he was thankful he brought //imagine Barbara's outfit but fur lined and more masculine// as be looked through the endless winter before him.

Snezhnaya was not far off from what he was told but he found the cold almost delightful as the snow crunched beneath his shoes.

The young Deacon looked for a church or Cathedral of anything throughout the city when he noticed up high on a hill was a grand cathedral "thank goodness..."

"Excuse me?" A young girl dressed in fur lined clothes asked "who are you?" She asked curiously and (name) smiled warmly "I'm a Deacon of Mondstadt, I'm currently on a pilgrimage" he said with a kindness like no other, an emotional warmth radiating off him and giving a sense of safety.

"Really? That's so cool?" The girl said wide eyed and the two were unaware of Fatui guards taking notice of this and bringing the information of a Mondstadt Deacon in their city to Pantalone.

(Name) was in awe at the country and despite its unforgiving weather the people were kind to him, regarding him warmly as he made his way to the cathedral.

"Pardon me, are you the Deacon I heard of?" A deep elegant voice rang out, catching (name)s attention to the tall man with a false smile "hello! Yes, my (name) is (name)! A pleasure to meet you!" Pantalone noted be couldn't be older than 19, a bright and cheerful nature and radiating innocence and purity.

Pantalone wanted to own this adorable bunny.

"What brings you to our fair country little Deacon?" The spectacled man asked with false curiousity, trying to get information from the pretty boy who beamed and told him so honestly what he was doing "very noble of you, you must make those at home proud" Pantalone comments and (name) shook his head "I don't do this for the praise of others, I do it for the gods... They all deserve prayer and kindness..." He said genuinely and Pantalone was a greedy greedy man.

"Would you like to join me for dinner?"

Pantalone was selfish and greedy as he took in the others form as he watched (name) take off his coat to reveal how wonderful he was on the eyes.

"Thank you very much for inviting me! You have a beautiful home" (name) said genuinely and Pantalone imagined how wonderful he would look perched on his lap or spread in his bed dressed in barely anything or better yet nothing at all.

(Name) stared at him with his full attention, as if he were the the gods the Deacon prayed to.

"I must confess... I didn't ask you to join me to dinner for innocent reasons..." A false remorse making (name) look confused but let him continue "you see I was entranced by your beauty..."

He was entranced by his beauty, his innocence and would make an excellent lover to him.

"I must say... I find you quite handsome" (name) was flushed as he looked away, embarrassed at his confession only for the man to pull him closer "that's very sweet of you to say" Pantalone gently took his chin with his index and thumb "you're so beautiful..." He whispered before taking (name)s lips, pulling him into his lap fully and hands wasting no time touching "w-wait..." (Name) gasps, clinging and already debauched from a kiss "t-tgat was my first..."

"Kiss? Tell me... Have you ever bedded a man before?"

"I... I never..."

Pantalone grinned as he moved so (name) was under him and wasted no time recapturing his lips, determined to break his brain till he could only remember the feeling of his cock in him.

(Name) felt dizzy as be tried to keep up, covering himself when the other removed his shirt "don't cover yourself" Pantalone said pinning his arms above his head with one hand and continued his exploration, biting and sucking anywhere to get those sweet inexperienced moans from the others lips as his hand moved to rub the Deacons clothes cock, groping and playing with it before slipping under to fondle with the hardened cock, hot and leaking with pre-cum.

"Already close to cumming?" Pantalone teased "is my slutty little Deacon close?"

"I-I..."

"I-I" Pantalone mocked as he licked one of his nipples "come on bunny speak up"

"I don't... I-I don't know... Knot..."

"A knot? Where?"

"My stomach.."

"That means your slutty little cock is going to cum..." Pantalone said gripping his cock and jerking it off and watching the Deacon come undone "you ruined your pants..." Pantalone tisked as he stripped the beautiful man fully "such a wonderful body..." He breathed out as he took in the other.

mondstadt didn't deserve him.

"Wanna be a good boy?" Pantalone asked with a condicendingly sweet tone and (name) hazily nodded, unsure what he want but he wanted more...

"Then get on your knees infront of me"

(Name) moved so he was on his knees before the other, looking up at him so innocently "be a good boy and suck my cock nicely, get it ready"

(Name) wasn't fully sure what he was getting it ready for as the banker fished it from his expensive pants and gently smacked (name)s face with it "hop to little bunny" and watched (name) nervously take the cock in his hands, almost in awe at it's size as he pumped it a few times before tentatively putting it in his mouth.

"Good boy..." Pantalone said with a sigh as (name) sucked his cock like he was made to do so, he knew there was an eager slut underneath that Innocence...

(Name) didn't understand why he wanted to be such a good boy to the man whom he just met, never being touched like this before and found it additive.

(Name)s mouth was like a vacuum, the sweetheart giving it his all and Pantalone decided that he was going to put a ring on his pretty little finger, make him stay here forever.

Dress him in pretty clothes and break his pretty brain and form it into a dumb cum slut.

That sounded wonderful.

Pantalone gripped the back of his head as he slowly fucked his mouth with a low groan, feeling the others hands grip his thighs, loving the fact he was fully dressed compared to the Deacon being nude as it should be from now on.

(Name) looked so hazy and almost adoring as he bobbed his head, the taste and feeling addictive and the weight of it on his tongue was wonderful.

(Name) gasped as Pantalone forced his mouth off his cock, mouth open with a gasp as he came on his face, white ropes like a wedding veil and Pantalone felt himself harden again as (name) licked the cum almost hypontized as he did so "god you're such a little slut"

Pantalone could see (name) was almost in a headspace, the eager bunny just wanting to please his owner.

"Come here" Pantalone pat his lap and (name) crawled in it, their cocks touching "if you wish to continue I must tell you something" Pantalone said seriously and (name) nodded slowly "if you wish to have sex with me, you cannot leave my side again, I am a selfish greedy man and I refuse to let such a precious thing like you go"

"Was this not... You know... That?"

Even after sucking cock and getting jerked off the sweetheart still couldn't bring himself to say sex, god he was precious.

"Oh darling we barely begun~" Pantalone said groping his ass cheeks "would... I be able to visit my family...?" (Name) said holding back a moan "I could arrange it..." Pantalone said and (name) bit his lip "would we be... Lovers?"

"That's my intention" Pantalone took one of (name)s hands and kissed his knuckles, watching the Deacon swoon "please... Have uh... sex with me" he whispered the last bit as Pantalone grinned, watching as (name) sealed his fate forever.

(Name) yelped as Pantalone lifted him, cock hanging heavy as he walked through the halls of the grand mansion till they reached the master bedroom and the man placed (name) on the expensive sheets, mentally noting how perfect he was in the pattern.

Pantalone grinned as he grabbed an expensive bottle of oil, pouring it on his hands "this may be uncomfortable" Pantalone said leaning to kiss his thigh before spreading the others legs "oh my, aren't you flexible" Pantalone grinned before his oil covered fingers moved lower to prod at his entrance and gently pushed in, not wanting to hurt his bunny...well at least not like that.

(Name) whined at the foreign intrusion "shhh" Pantalone silenced the other as he began moving his finger and pumping in slowly, (name) head lulled as he let out soft moans and pants, mouth opening wide when the other added another finger and doing a combination of a skissor motion and a hithering motion, stretching and pleasuring his sweet lover.

His lover.

God Pantalone would spoil him to hell.

(Name)s hips spasmed a bit as Pantalone hit his prostate dead on "w-what...?"

"Seems I found your prostate, that's a spot inside you that's going to make you go insane" he smiled before adding a third finger and without warning began aggressively finger fucking the poor man and fingers beating against his prostate.

"Ohh~ I-I can't... To much~" (name) was shaking and crying as his toes curled and looked like a mess but god was he beautiful Pantalone noted silently, already fucked out and he hadn't even put his cock in yet.

God he loved how honest he was with his reactions.

(Name) was so close, he could feel the knot tighten again.

Then Pantalone retracted his fingers, grinning sadistically as (name) looked annoyed and confused "don't worry, the best part his coming"

Pantalone lubed his own cock before rubbing it at (name)s entrance before pushing his cock in "hn!" (Name) cried out as he clung to Pantalone "t-to much... Can't fit..." (Name) cried out and the black haired man kissed him "shhh it will fit don't worry" Pantalone soothed and (name) cried softly as the other bottomed out fully "you're doing so well, do you like my cock?"

"Big..."

Pantalone felt his ego rocket as he began slowly thrusting back and forth, caging (name) in his arms as the poor man clung to anything he could "ah ah!" (Name)s moans bounced with each thrust, the stretch and sensation of the head rubbing against his prostate to much as his eyes crossed a little, moans increasing in volume as Pantalone increased his movements and slowly began pistoning his hips, the sound of skin slapping and beautiful moans filling the room "I-I" (name) tried speaking but got cut off by his own moan as the two shared a sloppy kiss, teeth clashing as he fucked into (name), the Deacon cross eyed and swore he was going to become addicted to this newfound pleasure.

"I-its.. cumming!" (Name) let out a loud slutty moan as he came between them, cum staining both their chests but Pantalone kept going, chasing his own orgasm as (name) felt himself go crazy, overstimulated and body hot as the man pounded relentlessly, hands gripping his hips and no doubt leaving bruises.

"Mine..mine" he mumbled as he reached orgasm, poor (name) cumming again and passing out, completely fucked out.

"All mine..." Pantalone mumbled as he pulled out, watching cum leak from his pretty ass "and you're never leaving..."