#genshin lemons

[the-scythes-pen]

Just a Little More

Alhaitham x Reader with a surprise guest at the end

Smut; fingering, exhibitionism, squirting.

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"Unless you want Kaveh to see you like this," a deep, husky voice rung in your ear, "then I suggest you keep quiet."

You had to hold back a breathy gasp as you felt the tips of Alhaitham's lithe fingers push the fabric of your panties between your folds, teasing your entrance with the material and the pressure of his fingers as he drags his pads slowly up and down your hole. You could already tell you were soaking wet.

"Ugh, I'm always the one to clean up around here!!" You could hear Kaveh shout from the kitchen, "and why am I always the one to have to cook dinner!? Why can't you cook for once?!"

Alhaitham paid no mind to the nagging from his roommate; instead, his chin rested upon your shoulder as he pressed his chest into your back, an arm around your waist to hold you still as his fingers danced along your sex. You yourself could barely listen to Kaveh; both hyper aware of his presence yet too lost in the bliss of feeling the Scribe's touch. Your mind felt muddled, foggy; too lost in the fog of arousal to really focus on anything except Alhaitham.

His fingers were splayed across your folds, pressing into you despite the delicate touch of his middle finger barely ghosting over your clothed clit. The tip of it running slow, wide circles just around the edge of the bud, obviously trying to draw out your need.

"'Haitham... please..." You managed to whisper. What you were asking for, whether it was for him to just touch you already or whether you wanted him to stop- you weren't sure. All the Scribe responded with was a hum; one of satisfaction and one of encouragement, as if to say "go on, tell me what you want".

You could hear the banging of pots and pans along with more irritated grumbling coming from the kitchen. You squirmed in Alhaitham's hold, your hands clawing at his forearms as you tried to steady your breathing and your mind.

"Please... J-Just touch me already..." You mumbled, desperately, and Alhaitham let out an amused huff before you felt his lips connect with the side of your neck and his fingers remove themselves from your sex. You almost whined when you felt his hand remove itself from under the waistband of your pants.

"If you want more, you're going to have to do it my way." He said huskily; his other arm now releasing your waist only for both his hands to find the waistband of your pants, thumbs hooking into both it and your panties before attempting to drag them downward.

"W-Wait-! Kaveh-"

"He'll be a while. He needs to be constantly watching the pot to make sure it turns out well. You'll be fine... unless of course, you want him to see you like this."

You shifted, unsure of how to proceed until you heard the water running from the sink in the kitchen. Surely Alhaitham would be merciful and let you finish quickly... right?

You bit your lip, lifting your hips up so the Scribe could pull down your pants and underwear. Except he didn't stop at your thighs, or your knees... He kept going, and before you knew it you were helping him pull your clothes completely off; your slick sex now exposed to the warm air of the living room.

"J-Just be quick..." You mumbled, to which the Scribe let out another hum before he readjusted you in his lap, putting your legs overtop of his to spread you open.

If Kaveh were to walk in, he would get the most perfect view of your wet pussy.

Alhaitham's arm snaked around your waist again to pull you flush against him, while his other hand returned to it's rightful place over your sex. A single finger rubbed overtop of your labia, dragging oh-so-deliciously up and down your folds as if to tease you into begging him to just fuck you already.

You nearly jolted in his grasp when you felt the pad of his finger push into the top of your slit, slipping past your folds to press into the erected bud that begged for attention. He spread apart your folds with his index and ring fingers, while the very tip of his middle finger ghosted around your clit in circles.

"Where did you even put the onions?!" Kaveh shouted from the kitchen. You could hear the sound of a knife on wood; the rhythmic chopping of ingredients complimenting the sound of a sizzling pot.

"Where I usually put them." Alhaitham responded coolly, as if he didn't have you spread wide open for anyone to see as he touched you so lewdly. You had to stifle a moan as you suddenly felt him push his finger harshly into your clit, suddenly rubbing intense circles into the bud.

Damned bastard wanted you to moan. To alert Kaveh to your predicament.

"They aren't there-! Oh, nevermind..."

And just like that, the Scribe's touch was gentle again. His middle finger back to barely touching you; merely a whisper of a touch around your clit. You whined at the sudden loss of stimulation, but Alhaitham was quick to rectify that. His fingerpad pushed back the hood of your clit, gently rubbing horizontally across the even more sensitive area at the base of the bud. You squirmed in his hold again, feeling your pussy ache to be filled.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you? Not that I mind, I just didn't expect you to be this aroused just by me touching your clit." He said lowly into your ear, causing you to whine as he pushed his finger downwards to your entrance, collecting the slick that coated you before returning to the sensitive base of your clit.

"You're so wet for me, aren't you? Perhaps I should do this more often."

You couldn't help but continue to squirm, desperate for more stimulation then just the gentle touch of his finger. You wanted- needed more- so much more. Your hips bucked upward, causing Alhaitham to chuckle under his breath.

"You really are quite needy today, aren't you? Very well, I guess I can indulge you."

Suddenly his ring finger removed itself from the side of your cunt, joining his middle finger in rubbing over your entrance. Your breath halted as you anticipated the plunge of his fingers into your needy pussy.

"I know you're desperate, but try to keep quiet, would you?"

And just like that, his fingers were buried to the hilt between your walls. You could barely hold back your moan.

His fingers dragged themselves back out, the now slick pads running up your entrance and over your clit before pushing back downwards and back inside your cunt. He pushed them firmly against your upper wall, pushing them slowly deeper within you before dragging them back out again. This time, he didn't move to drag them over your clit, instead he pushed them back inside. Your cunt greedily sucked them in as if your life depended on it.

You could hear the sizzling and spitting of a boiling pot, and the muffled sound of Kaveh humming to himself as he cooked. Your walls clenched tighter around Alhaitham's fingers.

"I wonder what got you so worked up. Was it that I decided to take you here on the couch? Were you just that desperate for my attention? Or.... do you like the thought of Kaveh seeing you like this?"

Your eyes squeezed shut as your cunt betrayed your thoughts, squeezing around his fingers again at the thought.

"I wonder what he would say if he were to see you, his dear friend, spread open and being fingered like this..."

His fingers pushed faster into your messy cunt, now angling more upwards so he could repeatedly jab the tips into your g-spot. You let out a quiet moan as he progressively started to speed up.

"Do you think he would like to watch? Perhaps he'd even like to join? He hasn't brought home anyone since he moved in; I'm sure he's almost as desperate as you."

You couldn't help it- your mouth hung open as you let out strained gasps and moans. You tried to keep quiet, to keep your noises in check, but even if you managed to remain completely silent- the squelching of his thrusts into your wet pussy would have filled the quiet room regardless.

"Alhaitham-!" You whisper-shouted, "slower, it's too loud....!" Your fingernails dug into his forearms as your pussy clenched around him again.

"I don't see how that's my problem."

"Alhaitham-!" You let out a gasp, a loud one, as his pace sped up even more. The very top of his palm now laid flush against your clit, rubbing into it as he pounded into your spongy upper wall.

Fuck, he was going to make you cum hard. You could feel it building faster and faster with each passing second.

"When do you think (Y/N) will be here? Shouldn't they have arrived by now?" Kaveh shouted from the kitchen.

"Oh, I think they'll be cumming any minute now."

You would have scowled at the double entendre if you weren't so close; your body hanging on the very precipice of orgasm. You squirmed in Alhaitham's hold; you tried to keep your legs open despite how desperately they wanted to close, you tried to keep your desperate mewls in check lest Kaveh hear you, you tried-

Your ears perked up at the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. You gasped, now clawing at Alhaitham's arm for him to stop lest you be discovered, your legs desperately trying to close but being pushed even wider apart as the Scribe pushed his own legs apart.

You squirmed, the footsteps just outside the doorway now, but your bucking hips and desperately fluttering pussy gave away just how close you were; as if each step Kaveh took to getting closer to seeing you was pushing you over the edge.

Alhaitham's fingers sped up, his entire arm now moving with the force of every thrust. There was no doubt that Kaveh could hear the wet clicking of your pussy from where he was now.

"Cum."

It wasn't a suggestion, it was an order.

"Hey, what's that-"

You squeezed your eyes shut as they met the ruby hues of Kaveh's; throwing your head to the side to avoid his gaze as you came hard around Alhaitham's fingers. The hand he had around your waist swiftly moved up to grab your jaw and forcefully turn your head back towards Kaveh; and your eyes peeked open just enough to see the stupefied look on the architect's face as he watched you cum. As he watched you squirt; the force of Alhaitham's thrusts causing the fluid to gush out of you and soak into the fabric of the sofa below you.

Kaveh's face went beet red. His eyes were locked on the way your cunt greedily took Alhaitham's fingers.

You panted hard, your body covered in sweat as you started to come down from such an intense high. You shut your eyes again to avoid Kaveh's embarrassing stare.... as if you didn't enjoy the way he seemed mesmerized by your intense and messy orgasm.

Alhaitham clicked his tongue as his fingers slowed their pace; his grip on your jaw loosening before falling back down to it's place on your waist, your head rolling back to rest on his shoulder. He made sure to drag out your orgasm as long as he could before he pulled his fingers out, accompanied by a click of his tongue in disapproval.

"You made a mess. See?"

Despite your exhaustion, you peeked your eyes open to see the Scribe spreading his fingers apart infront of you; covered in slick and cream and connected by strands of fluids.

His fingers danced before your eyes right over Kaveh's face.

You could feel the burn of your cheeks as you shut your eyes; trying your best to steady your racing heart and regain your ragged breath.

"Well? Are you going to stand there, or are you going to come take a closer look?"

Your eyes shot open at Alhaitham's words, your head lifting somewhat to get a better look at his roommate. You could see him gulp, his gaze shifting off to the side of the room. He was flustered, for sure, but you couldn't help the way your eyes drifted downwards to hover over the bulge that was steadily growing within his pants.

"U-Unlike you, I-I'm a gentleman, and I will only-"

"Kaveh..." You mumbled, eyes locked onto him as he met your gaze. He gulped again. That seemed to be all the permission he needed before he walked over to you; that adorable blush on his cheeks only darkening as he dropped to his knees before you.

His ruby eyes met your half lidded gaze, his jaw tightening momentarily before he dove forward- his tongue making contact with your creamy entrance, causing you to jerk your hips in shock.

....you don't think you'll be eating that dinner that Kaveh was preparing tonight.

Not once did he break eye contact. And you could feel Alhaitham's hands move to force your knees ever-further apart.

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kofi / comms open

[astravv]

short nsfw genshin scenarios - fem reader

► cw : nsfw content

► a/n : my favorite genshin men scenarios, female reader. sorry that’s all i’ve been doing. just didn’t feel like doing gender neutral.

▰ neuvillette

neuvillette loves to bend your ass over his desk in his office. watching you dig your fingers into the wooden desk as he hits it from the back just makes him go wild. in fact, he really just loves having sex anywhere in his office. on the couches, near the bookshelf, on the balcony, he goes crazy sometimes.

neuvillette isn’t much of a freak. he just likes to take you in his place of work. gives him something to think about during the day while he’s busy.

▰ wriothesley

wriothesley loves watching you give him head. he loves to see the saliva drip down his dick from your lips as you struggle to take him in without choking.

wriothesley loves your tits. he takes them into his mouth and sucks on your nipple, making you cry out for him. he loves watching you squirm, especially when they’re sensitive or very sore. usually sore from his constant abuse towards them.

▰ dottore

dottore loves to experiment. he likes doing all different types of kinks, testing your limits and his. his favorites seem to be wax play and bondage. he really enjoys bondage. he likes to blindfold you and watch your mouth show how you’re feeling. he also loves tying up other parts of your body, such as your ankles and wrists. sometimes he handcuffs them, sometimes he does rope, sometimes zip ties, sometimes he does chains.

dottore loves when you’re trying to be dominant over him. yes, he’s experimental, but he’s very much a dominant person in bed. once you try to take over, it’s like begging him to challenge you, so it turns into a bratty situation from the both of you.

▰ alhaitham

alhaitham likes morning sex. he loves waking up and turning towards you, touching your body all over to wake you up. usually you know when he’s being extra touchy in the morning that he’s in the mood.

alhaitham loves when you are a brat. he likes pounding that attitude out of you. when you’re crying for his dick, he knows he’s won.

[undermine-the-instinct]

Can't Sleep Love

CW: Somnophilia(F! receiving), Oral(M! and F! receiving), Knotting (M), edging/orgasm denial(M! receiving), multiple orgasms( M! and F! receiving), FLUFF, NEUVILLETE IS SWEETHEART, Petnames ( love, dear, dearest,my love, etc), reader is called princess once, Smut (obviously), Husband!Neuvillette, AFAB reader, fem reader (Reader wears a dress and heels, and has a vagina and breasts), dirty talk, praise, Neuvillette is a service top leaning towards a sub, reader is a switch, Neuvillete is prim and proper--so he's clutching his pearls, sorta scandalized when reader talks nasty. Inexperienced(??Neuvillette hasn't had anyone else as a bed partner so he's still kinda new?), Reader calls him 'Villette'.

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Neuvillette cherishes the quiet moments, like these, more than anything else.

You're both tired, you moreso, from a date night out. A lovely candlelit dinner followed by a play at the opera house. And though he held your hand through your sniffles and nodded his head sympathetically throughout the play, you knew immediately what was up when you both stepped out of the opera house to a light sprinkle.

You smiled at him, knowingly, charmingly, reaching forwards to press your lips to his cheek. And just like that the stars were out again.

And now you're home, in the bedroom, on the master bed. You fell down onto it as soon as you entered the room and haven't moved yet, even after he's exited the bathroom. It's late, after all.

Half asleep and dozing, your hands are half curled by your head, and a smile paints your face, sweet and blasé.

You are so beautiful.

He's going to take care of you.

The heels unclasp with hardly a sound; pretty little blue things you bought to match him, you had said. The dress and everything else however, he bought for you.

It makes something in his chest curl, as he carefully shimmies off your heels, as he drags his hands under the hem of your skirt to unclasp your garter belts, rubbing away the indents left there. Old, possessive feelings he thought he'd outgrown long ago.

But you are in his bed, wearing the clothes he bought for you, looking so soft and sweet there, as he rests his head on the soft plush of your thighs, breathing you in and trying not to shake with the urge to just grab you.

You always evoke these sorts of emotions from him. Something he once thought he could never understand, something to be repressed, for its unsightliness; You hold it all all up to the light and don't even flinch.

You give a little half sigh, and Neuvillette relents.

He slides your thighs apart, slowly, nudging closer to your core, swiping his long tongue over the fabric of your panties. Smooth silk and a lace pattern, the seam of your womanhood he can all  feel, but he wants to taste.

They slip off easily like they are meant to, and soon enough Neuvillette is lapping at you, smooth wet glides along your inner folds. Slick gathers under his tongue while you sigh and gasp above him, and he groans into your skin, pressing himself closer, spreading your thighs further.

"Neuvillette…? What are you, oh, archons ...." Now that won't do, he lifts his head from your skin, mouth smeared in slick, and clicks his tongue at you.

"I want to hear only my name from your lips, dear. I'm the one here with you, after all." And just the thought of them hearing; Focalor would act smug and pester him to no end, so no need. This was none of her concern nor business.

"How long have I been asleep?" 

"Not nearly long enough. I was hoping I could get you to climax whilst you still slept. Alas," he lowers himself back down, "I guess I can try another time."

He takes off his gloves, spreads your folds with his fingers and spits on your cunt, once, twice, spreading it with his tongue, before slipping a finger into your tight hole. He groans into your pussy when he feels how you flutter, the moan that leaves your lips as you fall back into the covers.

You taste sweet. It must be from the desert you had earlier. 

He thrusts his finger, feeling you clench around it, and he opens his mouth wider to have more of you, alternating between slipping his tongue in your hole alongside his fingers and sucking on your clit. Your hands fly to his hair and tug; the scalp by his horns sensitive, and heat curls in his stomach, hips twitching into a half thrust. He moans deeply, like a rumble around your clit, and you come with a cry.

He doesn't let go. He thrusts his fingers in deeper, sucking harshly around your clit, swallowing everything you have to offer. Your hands are buried in his hair, and he's practically wearing your thighs like earmuffs; the soft, thin fabric of your stockings tickle his ears, the points no doubt flushed like the rest of his face.

You came quickly, you must have been pent up. He presses a last kiss to your clit before he rises, smoothing his fingers out of you slowly– his composure threatens to snap with the happy, flushed look on your face, the way his fingers are almost pruned with how wet you are.

He licks his lips and he can still taste you, the tang of your orgasm something he could rip people apart for.

Hm. He should act with more restraint. This is not very becoming for the Chief of Justice.

But rather fitting for your husband.

Your legs snake around his hips as you draw him in, he lets you, your hands reaching to cup his face, pressing him into an open-mouthed kiss. Your tongue laps up the mess you made and he chases it with his own, you smile at the mess of it all.

"You're supposed to close your eyes when you kiss," you murmur sweetly, opening your eyes.

"And miss those precious few seconds of seeing you? I could never."

"Oh love, come now, you're going to make me blush if you keep teasing me." Yes, tease that you are, he gives a sharp nip at the thumb you swipe over his bottom lip, a pleased hum in his chest as he looks at you and you giggle.

"Good. I'd like to do much more than that."

"Oh, but of course, I'm all yours." His large hands smooth over your thighs and hips, inching the lace and ruffles of your skirt higher up.

"It's not too much?"

"I'll let you know if it is. Come now," and you tug him closer.

"I want you to make love to me."

You unbutton his top half, untie his cravat, slip the fabric of his suit over his shoulders till his skin is bare to your touch. Cool blue lines, some bold, some thin, breaking waves over the planes of his body. 

He stops your hands as you start to undress, half exposed you are already.

"It's fine. Leave it on."

"Oh? Does the Chief of Justice have a thing for half dressed debauchery?"

"Perhaps I do. Would you be willing to indulge me?" Your smile stays yet your blush deepens when he tugs down his pants and briefs, his member hard and dripping already.

"Surely you'd allow me to remove this much, it's so hot already," you whine as you strip, just enough that the fabric is over your shoulders and bunched under your breasts, nipples half hard in the low lamp light. 

His mouth waters. He mouths at your shoulder, nipping marks onto your collarbone. He feels the hitch of your breath when he slides his cock through the slick folds of your pussy, the tremble of your thighs.

"Hm? Do you like this?" He makes sure to slide his cock all along your walls, smearing himself with the fluids of your orgasm, catching himself on the rim of your hole.

"Is this good enough for you Princess?" He pulls back, taking himself in hand, slapping the fat head of his cock against your clit, a slight growl in his chest when you cry out.

"No…"

"No? How greedy. What else can I do for you, my love? Hm?" He slaps your clit again, and once more, and you whimper, delicious.

His other hand moves, cupping your breast, squeezing and massaging, pinching the hardened nipple.

"Or do you prefer this, my love?" He breathes before popping the other breast into his mouth, gently suckling, rolling the bud in his mouth.

You groan, hands coming up to his hair and pulling him face to face with you, stroking over the ponts of his ears and making him shiver.

"I prefer it when you're inside." You kiss him, silky smooth, and he shudders into your mouth, slipping his tongue inside of you. 

He slides his cock along your puffy, petal soft folds, and starts pressing himself inside. You can probably feel the stretch because you groan again, telling him to hurry the hell up.

But he's not going to hurt you with his…considerable length. He ruts into you, one slow inch at a time, till you're softer and he's seated fully. He doesn't stay still though, he grinds into you, slow enough you can open up more and get used to the feeling.

He feels the skin at the base of his cock tighten, a telltale sign of his knot beginning to swell. He has to remind himself to breathe, and focus on you.

He thrusts, but stops when you wince, feeling you tighten around him, slick and hot, so tight he's not sure whether you're clamping down on him or trying to push him out. 

"Relax,relax my love, or was it too soon?" You shake your head, sighing as you try to force your walls to soften. You must be worked up, extra sensitive from your last orgasm. 

"I-I'm fine…"

"Are you sure?" He moves again, tentative. Your eyes roll at the stretch, hands scratching at his arms and chest. He can feel how slick you are and sighs, tossing his head back.

"Yes, just go, move, please, please…"

He starts to move, fucking himself into you, hissing when you clench around him. His hands fall to the soft fat of your thighs, dimpling in his grip when he slides them further apart, angling his hips to reach deeper.

You whine, and he can feel how slick you are, feel you gushing as he slides over that spot that has you cringing away.

He lifts a thigh, over his shoulder, so he can fuck into you harder, hitting that one spot so he can feel you gush around him. He thrusts and you breathe in time, your pretty face flushed and your pretty tits bouncing with how he's fucking you, deep and fast. His cock jumps when you whine out his name.

He feels a bit stupid like this. Or rather, undone. His mind stalls, thoughts dripping slow and sweet like molasses. Your tight, warm cunt pulling him in, squeezing like a vice around him. He can't help thinking about anything else, can't help the harsh snap of his hips, the way he grinds into you.

You cry when as he does so, the length of him is no longer a problem with how wet you are, his cockhead just kissing that spot that will no doubt have you seeing stars, the slap of skin on skin loud and wet.

Your hands scramble in the sheets so he holds them down for you, entwining his fingers with yours. It helps ground him. And you smile up at him, tilting your chin up for a kiss. He indulges you, as he always has, sweet thing you are.

He's looming over you, fucking into you, deep and eager. You sigh, the drag of his cock, a hot rush of pleasure every time he fills you up. He gasps your name and you whimper in reply.

"Doing so good…Fucking me so well love." The air stutters in his chest, and he can feel his knot swell, the praise going right to his dick.

"You're so beautiful." You hum in reply, the sound so smooth and pleased it's almost a purr.

"Yeah? I am?"

"Yes, you are," he chuckles, dark and low.

"So beautiful. I'm going make you cum again, just like this, okay? You deserve it."

He's not…very experienced at this, but, for you he tries. The bulb at the base of his dick is thick and inflated, half slipping inside your cunt with every snap of his hips.

"I’m gonna cum, I'm gonna cum soon…"

"That's good, you can cum. You can cum darling, I've got you." His knot doesn't fit inside you just yet exactly, but feeling your cunt try to to take him still has his mouth watering, hips twitching out of rhythm.

His teeth drift along your collarbone, before he bites down, and you clamp on his cock and cum around him. He fucks you through it while you make a mess of the sheets, hands scrambling at his back. A growl rips itself out his throat, his teeth still buried in your flesh, marking you.

Your leg kicks out, and Neuvillette lets you yank yourself away, curling into yourself with the force of your orgasm. His hand holds his cock, his knot throbbing almost painfully, firing a heated rod in his belly. A hiss escapes his gritted teeth, while he reigns himself back in. it would’ve been nice if you could’ve taken all of him, but this was about you, not him.

His hands move to your belly, your legs and sides, soothing you and reminding you to breathe through your cries. You gasp out his name in soft pants, brow furrowed and thighs trembling. 

Slowly you uncurl from your little ball, like a flower, Neuvillette thinks, as you open yourself up to him. Your skin is blushed, from your face to your chest, ruddy and ruined.

Beautiful.

"Are you alright dear? Anything you need at all?" With a hum and a soft 'no', you wrap your arms around his neck so he can pull you up and into his lap. He tries to pay no heed to his still hard cock between the both of your bodies, thick and dripping.

"Are you satisfied, dearest?"

"Mhm…" You press lazy kisses to his jaw and he smiles, smoothing a hand over your hair.

"That's good then."

"Hmm…but what about you?"

"I'm alright dear." You roll your hips down and he groans, hips twitching up. He has to grab your waist to stop you from moving, ignoring when you whine.

"I said… I said it's alright dear." 

"But you didn't get to cum. Please?"

"Making love is not about reaching an orgasm." You pout, teary eyed and pitiful. 

"But I want to make you feel good, you do this far too often as is."

He smiles and noses your jaw, the soft skin beneath your ear and the marks he left lower.

"I'm satisfied just pleasing you dearest. I don't need much else."

You try to wiggle your hips down onto hips but he still has that steel grip on you; You whine and paw at his chest.

"Villette–!"

"You don't have to worry about pleasing me love," he pulls you down as he lays back, pulling you flush against him. Affection is warm in his chest, making his words honey and humored. 

"I'm more than fine with just this. Pleasing you is enough for me."

"Well not for me," you grumble. You pout, but then your eyes light up in a realization. He trails his hand down your spine while you think, undoing a few buttons while he's at it to feel more of your skin.

"You know…"

"Yes, love?"

"I like it when you make love to me like this Villette."

"I do too." He kisses your cheek, feeling you smile.

"You always make sure I'm satisfied."

"Of course."

"But you know what I like better?" 

"What is that, love?"

"When you cum." He sighs in exasperation, but fond when you turn his face back towards you.

"I'm being serious! That's when I'm most satisfied." 

"Well, it seems we're both in the habit of preferring to please the other."

"Hm…no. It's more selfish on my end."

"Oh? How so?" He swipes his thumb over your soft cheek, feeling you melt in his hands, putty. Your smile is more mischievous and sultry than sweet, however.

"Well, I just love it when you cum inside me, when you fill me up and fuck it all back into me when it spills out."

Your voice goes low and he swallows thickly, frowning.

"Don't be so crude dear."

"Who else am I to share my desires with if not my husband? Would you rather me go to someone else?"

"Of course not." Don't be daft, he wants to tell you. Just the idea has his hands tensing, his mouth twitching, ready for a snarl. How possessive he feels over you. How right it feels to be so. But, he knows you're just teasing him. 

And you know it's working. Your smile is coy, as you move to take off your dress. He helps you and soon you are as bared to him as he is for you. 

You make a sight, sitting in his lap with nothing but your stockings and mussed hair, his cock stiff along your thigh.  Your earrings catch the light, twinkling like stars.

You take the hands he has on your hips and draw them up your body, drawing them up to your face where you kiss into his open palms, sighing.

"I love you." His breath catches in his throat, sticky and thick.

"I love you. And I want you. I want all of you."

"...You have me dearest." His voice goes low, soft enough that it's just a rumble in his chest. You slide your hands down his torso, lightly dragging your nails and he trembles.

"Then let me make you feel good? Please?" Your hands go below his hips, rubbing circles into his skin when he shudders.

"Love, love you don't have to–"

"Please? I want to." You lean, to whisper in his ear.

"I want to feel you. I want all of you. I want you to cum inside me and I want your knot and I want you to fuck me, Villette. Please?"

"...You are so vulgar."

"But you love me anyways?"

He groans, covering his eyes, tossing his head back and you grin at the surrender. 

Your hands come around his cock, and he gives a little half-aborted thrust into your hands. He had swelled down some in the aftercare, but he felt the growing heat in his groin and sighed, a mutter under his breath.

You have to use both your hands to wrap around his girth, your thumb just under the head of cock, pressing down on a vein there. He snarls, softly, and moves to cover your hands with his own.

"...Tighter. And faster. Like this." Your hands are so small compared to his, as he shows you. Soon you’re stroking his length, wet clicks every time you pump down, squeezing around his knot and twisting your hand around the red head of his cock, digging the pad of your finger into his dripping slit.

He bites down on his lip, tossing his head back onto the pillows. His thighs shake, and he can see the dark red tip of his shaft, wet and shiny. He wondered how much of the slick is leftover from when he was inside you. How slick it'll be when you're finished with him.

"You are so pretty, you know that?" You catch his attention with a harsh pump, twisting your hand down around his knot. His breath catches.

"When you're like this, with your pretty face and your pretty thighs and your pretty cock making such a mess in my hands. I love it." His dick jumps in your hand and he clicks his tongue at you.

"Sweet talker."

"But you like it! You're blushing, look," and your mouth curves dangerously. 

"Even your cock is blushing." He hisses your name but you laugh, moving off his lap to lay between his thighs. 

You open your mouth and let your tongue loll out. A thick bead of spit falls, right onto his tip, and you quickly gather that and spread it over his cock. He has no time to wonder what you're going to do, because you duck your head, taking one of his balls into your mouth.

You run your tongue over the delicate skin, suckly softly, before slurping the other into your mouth. His hand comes and twists into the hair of your nape and you hum, just to feel him shudder.

You move up, to the thick vein on the underside of his shaft. You drag your tongue slowly along the path of it, taking just the tip of him into your mouth. You make sure he's looking at you as you suckle softly, and when he tugs at your hair you start in earnest.

He's too big for you to take him in one swallow, so you work yourself, inch by inch. He helps you, using your hair as an anchor and rocking into your mouth, slowly, till his knot slips inside and you can feel him twitching at the back of your throat. 

It's a stretch, as usual. He's so big and so good you can't help moaning around him, high and needy, and he breaks.

His hips snap back and he slams into your mouth with a growl. You moan again and he curses under his breath, tilting your head for a better angle when he thrusts again.

He picks up rhythm, and the smooth glide of his cock on your tongue has you moaning and rubbing your thighs together, slick gathering. You want him inside, you want him to fuck you again, but more than that you want him to cum. Hard.

You don't think he's going to last long, anyways. He never has, the few times he's let you do this. Even now, his rhythm is sloppy as he fucks into your mouth, his moans going breathy and high. But that's fine, you want him like this, so you meet every thrust, sucking harder, hollowing out your cheeks and taking him as far as he can go. 

He tugs at your hair again, and you look up, meeting his eyes,the  pupils blown out and mouth open in a pant.You make sure yours are wide in faux innocence; Even fluttering your lashes when he bucks into your hot mouth again, rolling your eyes back a little. He snarls, and you feel his cock jump, the first hot spurts of cum on landing on your tongue. But before you could swallow he pulls you off, a slick pop when he leaves your mouth.

A dark growl snarls out from his clenched teeth, but he holds you in place, not letting you sink back onto him.

"Neuvillette!!" You're mad. What the hell?! Why would he do that? Not only did he pull you off of him, robbing you of his taste, he ruined his own orgasm!

His teeth are still barred, pupils blown dark and wide, diamond shaped. His chest falls and rises in harsh pants, a bit of drool at the corner of his lips, red and bitten, kiss swollen. He looks wild.

"Didnt…I didn't climax yet."

"What?"

"I didn't cum. I'm, I’m holding it..."

"Wait, what? Why?" Why? You want to demand your answers, you want him back in your mouth or your cunt, but he moves before you do.

His hand is still on your nape, and he doesn't talk, just uses it to drag you up and over his body, so he can kiss you. His tongue sweeps the wet cavern of your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue, the roof of your mouth, your canines.

He lays back, pulling you on top of him, while you hook your leg around his waist. His hand comes under your thigh, spreading you farther as he slips inside, splitting you on the first few inches of his cock. You clap onto him, sensitive still from your last two orgasms.

You rock your hips, trying to slip more and more of him inside your quivering cunt, eager and impatient. He throws his head back, exposing the pretty line and bob of his adams apple, when he feels his knot catch the rim of your entrance, the way you try to suck him in.

"Dont….Don't force yourself-"

"I can take it," you cut him off, and fuck if that doesn't make his belly tighten.

"I can take it, just help me." He meets your rocking with shallow thrusts of his own, slipping further inside you, a rush of warmth every time you gasp when he enters. 

You gasp when his knot slips past your entrance, he can feel you stretch to accommodate him and waits for you to adjust, trying to ignore the urge to just buck up into you, ans swallow everything you have to offer. He can wait.

But you’re not that patient. You lean against him and bury a whine into his shoulder when you start to move; bouncing up and down on his cock, not that he lets you go far. Neuvillette's hands clamp onto your waist, pulling you down to meet his thrusts everytime you come back down.

You can feel him, his cockhead hitting that gummy spot with every thrusts, making you shiver, eyes rolling back a little. You can feel his knot too, massaging into your walls, thick and tender. You're going to cum soon, like this.

He doesn't let you do this often. You're going to milk it for all its worth.

You give that breathless smile you know makes his heart flutter, and start whispering the things that come to your mind, the thoughts you had this evening.

How pretty he looks under you, flushed and barely holding onto decorum. How pretty he’ll look when he comes inside of you. How you've been wanting to have him all night; perhaps sneaking away and tasting him during dinner, have him fuck your mouth so you can swallow him down. Or maybe even in the opera house, in the darkness behind the curtains, have him feel how slick you were even then, how tender and eager you are.

"How lewd." He berates you, frowning but you smile wider, moaning when he traces over a sweet spot of yours, his hips drawing magic figure eights that have you gushing around him.

"Hm? And yet…you're the one fucking into me right now." You flutter your walls and he groans, but if anything, he moves faster, jaw tight like a bowstring.

You trace the line of his throat and he swallows, looking up at you where you are with just the slightest vexation, a scolding. He can't hide the desperation gleaming there though.

"Don't pretend," he hisses when you tighten, rolling his hips to get you to soften, "that I'm doing you a favor."

"But you are. I want you just like this my love." With a nudge you press him further down into the sheets, his wide eyes shot with pleasure and awe.

Your voice turns tender, sweet.

"I want you all flushed and pretty, and fucking your knot into me till you fill me up with your cum, okay?"

"Oh fuck," you feel him twitch inside you and shudder, lifting your hips and bouncing down on him, pulling his hair a little. 

You move, sliding off of him with a slick pop, before slamming back down in a single thrust, arching your back in that way you know he likes. His hands scramble at your back, a moan wracking in his chest.

"Love you, love you, ah fuck I love you," you moan against his mouth, the messy sweep of his tongue. You grind down just to feel his knot tighten inside of you, fluttering your walls. His back arches off the bed, and he cums with a sharp gasp. 

He doesn't let you slip off of him; He presses tight against your cervix, hot spurts of cum painting your womb white. You whimper, just teetering that edge, caught on his knot and unable to move.

His belly twitches under you, breath hot and labored. A tortured moan leaves his throat as you move again, chasing your own pleasure, desperate. You smooth the hair back from his forehead, just to see the ruddy fucked out look on his face better.

“So fucking pretty. So, so good to me. Can I keep going? Just a little more, alright?” You run your hands down the planes of his chest, lean like a swimmer but more built, the quivering skin of his belly, happy trail wet with sweat and fluids.

"Please, please, let me just–" You start to slip him inside but he moves for you, laying you both on your sides and snapping his hips snug against yours. The new angle has him hitting that spot with perfect accuracy, and you gush around him, back arching. He stifles down something that sounded half whimper, half moan, and bucks into you like an animal in heat.

It's filthy, loud and wet, the way he fucks you, and so out of character for him that you’d get whiplash, if you could think of anything other than the tight curl of heat in your belly, the way your orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave.

He rolls you onto your back and slides his mouth over yours to swallow your cries, his hands scrambling everywhere-your knee, your tummy, your hips and breasts and shoulders, possessive little touches. You soak the sheets, and he rolls himself into you to tide you over, murmuring reassurances into your mouth, sliding his knee on the soft skin of your thigh. He came again, you can feel how full you are, it probably would’ve been leaking out if his knot wasn’t acting like a sort of plug. He throbs inside, pumping his hips in a sloppy rhythm.

When it wanes you groan, smoothing your hands down the column of his spine. He moves to your neck and chest, nibbling and sucking marks into your skin.

“Hm…That was nice.” You wince when he slips out, and yeah, you can feel his cum rush out of you, the feeling is too open and not welcome.

“You certainly let loose. You must have been pent up, huh?”

“Oh shush you,” He kisses along your jaw and cheek, seeking out affection. Your foot slides along his calf, soothing, calming him down.

”Still, we should do this more often.”

“You’ll be spoiled if I indulge you too much. It’s best we show restraint.”

“Hm, I could see your point. But, if we do this more often we can get to the point where I can take your knot more easily and–” He kisses you to cut you off, and before you can reply he has you scooped up in his arms, sliding off the bed and heading towards the bath.

“Your mouth is so vulgar; I don't understand how your mouth filters out everything but the obscene.”

“It's one of my charms. Do you not find me charming, love?” He gives you a look, up and down, and you realize you probably look a bit more than charming; Flushed and covered in his marks, his spent still leaking from your cunt. You still lift an eyebrow, waiting for your answer.

He sighs, setting you on the lip of the tub, reaching behind you to fill it. You brush his hair back from his neck as he leans in, just to press a kiss there.

“Yes. I find you charming and lovely and alluring, beautiful and damning. Though, I hope to find you clean and resting in my arms, in our bed tonight. Can we have that, my dear? I want nothing more.” 

“Well,” you know you’re blushing, like a schoolgirl with a crush, and not someone who just made love with their husband. How silly. “If you insist.” You flutter your lashes at him and he smiles, fond and adoring, rolling his eyes and pressing his lips to your temple. Your heart warms.

“I love you, Villette.”

“I love you as well. Most ardently and wholeheartedly.” 

[doukzu]

thour

🍋

inspired by my friend who was inspired by the lemon art meme going around :)

[lemon-wedges]

Gambling Night 

[nsfw-lone-wolf-nergiganos]

Sub! Cyno X Stressed Out Dom! Male Reader X Sub! Tighnari Nsfw Headcanons

Warnings: none, I think

A/N: this is an Nsfw sequel of Cyno X Stressed Out! Male Reader X Tighnari Fluff Headcanons, guys can check it out if you haven't already.

Aww, stressed out again Y/N? If the answer is yes you have come to the right place at the right time, because your boyfriends, Cyno and Tighnari is there to help you with your stress. How you ask? Well, them sucking your cock and shoving it in their butts

Cyno would sit on your lap before making out with you and would whisper lustful things in your ear

Tighnari is way more sluttier than Cyno, he would always ask you if you want him to strip for you, or dance in front of you naked. Anything you want to him to do to ease your stress, he'll do it

If both of them wants to be slutty for you, you would have your cock out for them and let them have at it. They love sucking your cock, but Tighnari mostly loves it when he rides on your cock

When you eventually feel better, they'll let you do whatever you want to them

These guys may be very lewd and submissive, but at least they are your boyfriends and helps you out with whatever you are dealing with

[devotedcrook]

zhongli x fem! reader ( 18+ explicit )

smut / lemon / heavily lewd ─── she/her pronouns. fucked silly, creampie, breeding, dirty talking, degradation and praise. sweet talking, fluffy, established relationship, pet names. zhongli being a caring dom, [name] being a needy sub. mondstadt reader. you can also read it on ao3! sweet tempation (of god and mortal)

ᅠᅠ“AH!” [NAME] CRIED OUT, riding his fingers from her place on his thigh. she was trapped within his embrace, access denied from moving her limbs. she panted heavily as she whined loudly, his fingers moving inside her pussy being a literal heaven to her heated body.

“shh,” zhongli hushed her, almost cooing at how adorable she looked. she was completely at his mercy, hips gyrating in abandon for more friction. he loved the power he had over her, taming her fiery spirit into a puddle of nerves. “you don't want us to get caught now, my little dandelion?”

the nickname he gave you always made your heart beat faster. in the context of their activity, it only caused her core to drip with more of her fluid, drenching his hand as if he gather water from bishui river.

this time, he audibly purred and gather her into the warm embrace of his arms, inserting a third finger inside her. she moaned relentlessly, slumping to him as she tried to cherish his touch, imprinting the sensation of his fingers to her memory.

“such a good girl, my perfect little slut,” he cooed as he kissed her cheek, mouth trailing and lingering besides her insatiable lips. “spread your legs for me, darling.”

[name] was so shy when she took a deep breath and parted from him. cheeks aflame in a lovely blush, reminding him the sakura trees from inazuma island. so pretty, so cute, so adorably his. she laid back down on the grass, her soft body illuminating a argent glow from the light of the selene ─── zhongli could only think of how utterly exquisite she was, how beautifully perfect did her imperfections made her.

she spread her legs open for him, looking at him with a unsure expression. zhongli wanted to take all her uncertainties and fight them head on, make all her fears crumble. her dripping sex was a sight to behold, and he inhaled deeply when the aroma of her arousal greeted his senses, sweet and alluring as was she.

he immediately dived in, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his broad shoulders. his mouth locked around her drenched core, causing [name]'s back to arch with a cry. zhongli hummed merrily across her folds, licking and slurping like a man depraved from water, thirst unquenchable and a want for more.

“zhongli! zhongli!” she tugged at his dark hair, grinding her core across his face. “fuck ── oh, fuck!” she cried, mouth agape when a long and loud moan escaped from her throat, her body trembling from all the pleasure.

the dragon of liyue growled, a sound almost animalistic in her ears. she felt herself at the edge of her peak, heart beating faster than a mile. he grabbed her hips and shoved his face deeper into her cunt, tongue prodding her sensitive muscles, and licking any substance that had her legs tightening around his head.

his tongue was rough, drawing slow circle around her clit, dipping down to prod at her entrance, and thrusting in. he closed his eyes and let his instincts do the talking, moaning into her as he drank her juices. [name] arched off the ground and sobbed when his gentle actions turned aggressive, his teeth nibbling around her flesh as he trusted his fingers inside her, drawing a whine out of her.

“that's it,” his baritone voice made her walls clench around his digits. “give it to me, love. give it all to me.”

the dum broke, and [name] was officially sent over the edge. tears trailed down her face as she sobbed, grinding on his face and trying to get his fingers deeper inher, eyes rolling back in pure bliss. incoherent blubbering could only be heard as zhongli thrusted his tongue and fingers inside her, gathering all her nectar for him to consume. her liquor dripped from his face and to the ground, droplets running down his neck and towards his torso. what a beautiful mess, the scent of her prominent in the air, marking his own body as hers.

[name] panted, her arms weakly tugging him upwards. zhongli chuckled and nuzzled into her throat lovingly, placing open-mouthed kisses along her sweet flesh while his little dandelion wrapped her arms around him, surging him down for a indolent kiss. he groaned into her mouth, arms wrapping around her frame protectively as their hearts synchronised under the gaze of the moon, their voices carrying harmonies of love across the breeze.

the kiss turned frenzied, [name]'s hands going all over his body. she touched everything she could, from his hair to his neck, from his shoulder blades down to his navel. his back wasn't left unscathed either, now marred with the bruises of his one and only.

“more,” she moaned, pressing her soft ample bosom against his hard chest. “i need more i ── zhongli!” there was a urgency to her voice that caused the hair of his body to stand up in goosebumps, his blood thrumming in excitement.

“hmm, you need more?” he angled his head, pressing gentle and barely there kisses on her lips. “aren't you being greedy, my girl?” he pecked her forehead, hands trailing down to her waist and to her hips, his thumb rubbing circles on her skin.

a blush rose on her cheeks, embarrassment settling in. however, in one swift move, [name] reversed their positions so she could now be on top. surprise flashed through zhongli's amber eyes, clearly being taken aback ── something to which [name] took slight pride of.

she leaned down on him sensually, moves slow and deliberate. her hands cupped his cheeks, rubbing her thumbs over his pretty face.

“so what if i am?” she demanded rather defensively. “you wouldn't dare to leave me here, all alone in the wild, would you?”

never in a million years.

his soft gaze must have given her his answer because the next thing he knew, [name] lowered herself over his cock, grinding on top of his length as to tease him. he gritted his teeth at the implication, a direct refusal on penetration. he let his control slip away, giving her the reigns ─── for the meantime. puffs of air left her lips as she humped on his length, coating him with her fluids. he was erect and hard at her ministrations, causing him to sigh in content.

zhongli was utterly relaxed by now, muscles untensing. he was in a languid state of bliss, not quite at his peak, but comfortably getting there. she was taking her time with her movements, drawing out her teasing with affectionate touches. her finger was feather-like as she grazed them along his cock, caressing the skin softly, never grabbing him fully. she was so gentle on purpose, petting him and drawing out a string of pre-cum from his tip.

he sank his fingers to her plump ass, eyebrows furrowing. he cock had turned a angry red, ready to burst. [name] was grinning sinfully down at him as she continued treating him like the most delicate little thing in the world. his blush stained his ears with the same colour of his cheeks, hips jolting with a gasp when she paid special attention to his tip.

her index finger caressed his length back and forth, and his breath picked up. he gripped the grass underneath him, biting his lip as he gazed up at her bouncing breasts, due to the fact that she was now grinding on his thigh.

and suddenly, the hazy state he was in was broken by his own need to penetrate her so hard until she wouldn't be able to walk. he blinked, taking a deep breath before he drove her hard down to his cock, causing [name] to yelp at the unexpected action.

“fuck!” she tossed her head back, and zhongli didn't waste a second as he sat up and bite the skin on the column of her neck, groaning loudly in satisfaction.

“you are so wet,” he marvelled, nose buried behind her ear, taking in her scent that had his eyes roll back and jolt his cock up inside her. “i'm going to fuck you so hard,” he kissed the spot there, teeth nibbling the skin with the intention to leave a bruise. “i'm going to leave you dripping, until you beg for more.”

she blushed heavily. “morax!”

his archon's name left her lips so naturally. zhongli's eyes dilated in pure want at the sound of his name, said in a reprimanding tone no other would dare to use with him. he bite her earlobe in retaliation, causing her to cry out; such a sweet sound she immited that was melody to his ears.

“[name],” he wrapped his arms around her once again, and guided her on how to bounce on his cock, her pussy taking him so readily that wet sounds could be heard. she was moaning relentlessly by now, words foregone for the sake of incoherent mutterings and pleasure. she planted her hands on his shoulder and started taking him deep inside her, her walls squeezing around him almost painfully. her breasts were temptingly swaying in front of his eyes, reason why he leaned forward to take a hard pebble between his lips, causing her to moan out in approval and tug at his hair.

“you're squeezing me so tightly,” he muttered, his lips leaving a blazing trail from her sternum and up to her gaping lips. he took his two fingers and tapped at the flesh, and [name] didn't have to question it as she wrapped her lips around his digits, humming and sucking the remains of her cum.

zhongli groaned, kissing the edge of her occupied mouth. “good girl, you're following my orders so well. i'm so proud of you.”

[name] whined at the back of her throat, teary eyes pleading as she shamelessly picked up her pacing, riding him ─── using him to get off. her eyes rolled back and she choked when his fingers delved deeper down her throat, the moment his hips jolted up to accommodate and reward her hard work.

she was getting so close, even zhongli could feel it. his cock was caressing her pulsing core deliciously, and he never bottomed out, always remaining inside her. he was that long that even if she got to her knees, he would still remain wrapped around her silky heaven. she wrapped her hands around his arm and started imagining his digits was his cock instead, sucking and lavishing him with her attention so much that she grew even more wet than she thought, her juices gushing all over him.

he took his fingers back from her mouth, barely glancing at the strings of saliva between them, and started circling her clit. [name] screamed, bowing over him as the simplest of touches sent her over the edge. she cummed long and hard around his cock, drenching him point white.

and then she whimpered.

zhongli rarely heard a sound coming from her that was so raw, so incredibly real. knowing she let him break down her walls, feeling so safe around him ─── zhongli was so damn honoured that his heart was now beating only for her. he placed her leg over the neck of his elbow and drove harshly into her, causing the woman to blubber as he prolonged her orgasm.

he groaned as he pumped up to her, forcing her hips down with his hands. she was so hot and tight around him, he wasn't sure he could hold on any longer. he took in the sight of her crying face, her gaping mouth, the sweat glistening upon her skin. he gasped when suddenly, her pussy clenched around him in a vice grip, purposely. small moans left his own lips as he buried his face between the valley of her breasts, clutching her close to him.

“what did you-” do? he wanted to ask, but instead a gasp of pleasure escaped him. warmth seized his body and after a few more times of bouncing on his cock, he came inside her, drenching her walls with his cum.

[name] inhaled a breath in surprise, despite her panting. her eyes widened as she could feel him spilling into her. her hips picked up their pace and she started fucking her pussy down harder to him.

and for that, zhongli lost all his inhibitions. he quickly switched their positions, now he on the top, and fucked his erected cock right into her special spot. [name] arched her back and wailed, another orgasm rippling through her, milking him as her nectar ran down like a waterfall.

he fucked his cum into her cunt. his, his, his. that's his pussy to cum into, the moans she emitted for only him to listen to, the way she gyrated her hips and looked at him so lustfully ─── that was only for him. that insane amount of dragon's possessive nature, protecting their treasure. she, his dandelion, the most precious weakness he ever had in his life.

“zhongli, i can't-!” she sobbed, shaking her head. but he only kissed her forehead, murmuring sweet everythings on her ear. she clutched in to his shoulders and spread her legs wider, moaning loudly at the brand new sensation.

“of course you can,” he cooed. “look at you, spreading your pretty legs like a slut. you're absolutely drenched.”

he pivoted his cock inside her, movements precise and hard against her body. her cunt squeezed him as he handled her knees up besides her face, positioning themselves lovingly into a matings press. he kissed her with all the passion he had, and [name] melted right on the spot, her stuttering moans swallowing by his lips.

“'cum inside me,” she hiccuped, much to her embarrassment. he, however, found it endearing. “zhongli!”

he couldn't help it, he chuckled at her. here she was, all day not being able to form a single word. his soul warmed at the mere fact of bringing her such delectation. he was so hard by the time he started driving into her once again, eyes completely focused on her lips as she moaned his name.

she felt herself giving in, and she let everything go as she squirted all over them, a scream lodging in her throat before she tossed her head back, letting it loose along with her earth-shattering orgasm.

zhongli fell on to her and aggressively tilted his hips back, releasing inside her once again. he panted and groaned besides her ear, cock twitching inside her pussy. never leaving from her wet embrace, plugging his seed in her.

[name] kissed him softly this time, sighing at how full she was feeling. she closed her eyes as her lover peppered kisses all over her face, causing her to laugh hoarsely. zhongli hummed in enjoyment and purred from his chest, content to let his cock warm around her walls and snuggle into her softness.

[name] ran her fingers through his long brown hair as he cushioned his cheek on her breast. she looked up at the starry sky with a tear slipping down her face, but a loving smile presenting on her lips. she was feeling so happy at the moment. she took in the beautiful sight of qingce village, the flowers covering their intimate forms.

“i love you,” she murmured.

he hummed, looking up at her and pressing a gentle kiss on her jawline. “i love you more.”

(he did.)

[majunju]

[yandere-sins]

Can I request a yandere Diluc smut? With the use of aphrodisac or somnophilia if possible 🙏🏻

Thanks for requesting!

Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Somnophilia, Non-Con, AFAB body, Dirty Thoughts, Creampie, Fingering), Kidnapping

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Sinking his cock into you was as if you delivered him from all the regrets and wrongdoings in his life in one meager dip.

He never let it come this far before, never went against what he thought was justified. But that was all before he experienced your warmth wrapping around his cock. Before he found you half uncovered from your blanket, your nightgown slid upwards to expose the supple flesh of your ass to him. It seemed so long ago, even if it had just been a few minutes that he let his fingertips glide over the curve of your cheeks, his self-restraint hanging on a thin thread with his cock impatiently throbbing under the tight pants he wore. But when he explored further, careful not to wake you with one hand between your thighs, prying through your soft folds giving way to him, all the restraint simply... snapped.

Now, even this seemed justified in his eyes.

Diluc never knew how adorable the sound of your moans and whines was. How beautiful you could wind your body while he slid his fingers under the fabric of your panties and inside you, joint after joint, yearning to give you the pleasure you deserved. The pleasure he wanted you to have. For years he'd been keeping you under his roof, never knowing the sweetness of your cunt until now, licking it off his fingertips, pupils dilating as if he was becoming addicted after just one taste of you.

All this time, he tried to keep you safe and ensured no harm came to you. He fed you, clothed you, bought you everything you could wish for, and all he ever received was disdain and ill-spoken words thrown at his head. Until now, Diluc accepted it with no resistance. If he ignored your unhappiness, he could go on with his day despite having a heavy heart beating and yearning for you in his chest, so he never allowed himself to linger when you so clearly didn't want him. But had he known the sweetness awaiting him, he might have been more assertive in getting between your thighs, drinking from the source of life and pleasuring you at the same time.

This new book he got you was his way of worming himself back into your life, but when he went to give it to you, you had already fallen asleep. The coldest of cold shoulders, but your ass on display made him into a simple man with simple desires. If you'd allow him, he'd worship you, head to toe, with his body and soul. Diluc always felt like it was never the right time to bring it up, but whenever he had the chance to see you, it was all he could think about.

And there you were, accessible, asleep, and so fucking welcoming.

Because he spent so little quality time with you, where you weren't shouting, weren't cursing him, he never had a chance to ask about your experiences and what you liked in the bedroom. But after pumping his fingers in and out of you, nervously checking for signs of you waking up while he tested out the flowing waters of your cunt, it had been so easy to slip his rock-hard cock into you. Biting his lip, he watched as it disappeared inside you, a hint of anxiety in his gaze as he raked it over you. Anxiety and lust. A dangerous combination that slowly but surely drove him mad.

Diluc had yet to sheath it entirely inside you when you made a small, uncomfortable huff, twisting your hips around until you laid on your stomach. He held back a groan, the urge to punch the wall manifesting in him as you clenched your pussy around his grith, eliciting a moan from you that made him lose the gentleness he had worked with until now, climbing on top of you and pushing his hips comfortably into the cushion of your ass. If that was the only push he ever did, he wanted it to be the best.

And it was fucking glorious.

You moaned into your pillow, still so innocently unaware of what power you held over Diluc, whose head fell back, his legs for once feeling weak, and his hands curling into fists with his nails drawing blood from his palms. He had dreamed about this. About the day you'd let him fuck you, worship you. Even if he had to beg on his knees for you to get him off between your thighs, he would have done it. Yet, he still could have never imagined it to feel this good.

By now, he was hovering over you as you laid face down in your bed, his cock embedded warmly in your cunt even though he tried not to put his weight on you and stir you from your sleep. If you found him like this, what would you think of him? Would you ever allow him back in your room? You already hated him, but could the respect for him sink even further?

That's not what he wanted.

And yet, what he wanted was to grip your hair and pull you up, arch your back so your ass would find its place of belonging against his hips while he plowed you mercilessly into a bubbling, crying mess. Diluc was so close to throwing the sham of the good samaritan and make you his personal fucktoy, always ready and wet for him no matter where and when he wanted you. If he had to be the bad guy, he might as well enjoy it, and there was no better way he could think of than by leaving his mark on your body.

"Do you like it?" he whispered next to your ear, feeling his hot breath bounce off your skin, and you grumbled in your sleep, his tongue lapping out to lick over your lips. Delicious. He could taste the pastries he provided you with on you, and they were almost as sweet as you. "Am I making you feel good, Darling?"

The thought of his voice echoing through your dreams only made Diluc's pace go faster at the excitement, his cock stirring up your insides eagerly. Even though he was using your body, he'd be in your deepest conscience, too, hopefully fucking you senseless in your dreams and in reality. If only he could always be on your mind, like you are on his, the thought of you in everything he does, whether it was earning money for you or fighting for your safety.

Moving his cock in and out, Diluc's voice rang out in a groan, finally allowing himself to experience this fully since you wouldn't wake up even after he began talking to you, telling you about all the naughty things he'd do to you. Ultimately, he could not bring himself to make you the fucktoy of his dreams and make you his personal hole, formed to only fit his cock and crave him every second he wasn't there to fill you. But the slowness of his pace allowed him to really, thoroughly feel every part of you wrap around his inches, welcoming him in with squelching wetness and lingering as long as possible as if your body was complaining he was pulling away.

Every time you moaned, he could feel the clenching of your core sucking him in, and though you furrowed your eyebrows, you didn't wake up. It was like heaven and hell, as Diluc found himself desperate for you to recognize what he was doing and tell him all about how good he made you feel. How he made your toes curl and hear you beg for more of what only he could give you. Declare your love between sloppy cries and needy whines, and ask to join his bed from now on, so you'd always be in his reach for whatever he needed. But perhaps he was lucky that all his training and steeling of his body worked out now, as he could gently grab your hips to quicken his pace without tearing you out of your sweet dreams. Dreams about him, he hoped. Only him, always. Illusions of a future you two would never have together.

The excitement and caution were like tingling harbingers to his orgasm. There was no way that a man craving you day and night would be able to hold out long when he was finally welcomed into the sanctuary of your cunt. Neither the heat nor the snapping of his hips helped to prolong what should have never occurred in the first place, and with your breathing ragged, too, Diluc's only wish was for you to cum as hard as he would.

Inevitably, his world was turned upside down as he plunged deep inside you, finding himself unable to pull out before feeling his jizz splurt into your depths. All he could do was hold on tight to the wall over your head, drilling his fingers into it to the point it hurt. However, Diluc couldn't feel anything besides the bliss of spilling all the pent-up need and desire for you deep inside with no caution. What happened, happened, and he'd be ready for it when the time was right.

Unless it would keep him from doing this again.

Pulling out, his cock was soaked with your mixed juices, your pussy spilling his semen without him clogging up your hole. It was a perfect sight. A rare achievement that Diluc got addicted to just as quickly as your taste and the warmth. He could barely keep his imagination from going wild, the idea of you spilling juices all over his lap after he let you ride him on his office chair, or with you dripping spill everywhere as he walked you around the house without panties, making him so fucking excited for all the possibilities. His cock gave a warning jerk as he felt himself hardening just from the thoughts, but until then, his fingers sliding up your cunt and pushing the wasted cum back inside you had to be enough.

This had to be enough.

You, asleep, looking a little disgruntled and needy after he left you high and dry like an asshole. Secretly, it made him hope you'd be so despaired and horny by the time he visited you in the morning you'd jump him just to get your sweet release. A man could dream about all the things he'd do then, all the times he'd make you cum on his tongue, fingers, and dick.

Tugging you in, Diluc planted a gentle kiss on the back of your head. His darling. His beautiful, amazing darling with a cunt so warm and alluring, it was almost harder to part with you than ever before. But he'd be back for more; that much was sure. One release wasn't nearly enough to satisfy him.

And maybe next time, he'd wake you up so you could enjoy him the same way he enjoyed you.

[candlenekra]

Tighnari eating lemon mushroom

[astravv]

PROMPT 11 (SMUT) FOR ALHAITHAM IS SO BEING ON MY MIND RN I CANT GET IT OUT

smut prompt 11 — alhaitham x fem! reader

a/n : NO CUZ ME TOO :,) here’s prompt 11 with alhaitham!!

prompt 11 — ❝i want to watch you take your clothes off❞

cw — sexual content , praising

pairing(s) — alhaitham x fem! reader

story — alhaitham and y/n have been together for awhile, but they have never experienced sex or anything remotely close to it before. y/n wears his clothes, which makes alhaitham feel things he hasn’t felt before with y/n.

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it was so cold. probably the coldest it’s been in sumeru for awhile. usually it’s nasty, humid weather. you didn’t really bother buying clothes for cold weather because it’s not like it ever really got cold. usually the coldest it would get would be 60s or 70s.

today was different however. when you walked outside for some fresh air and to drink your freshly brewed tea, the cold air just hit you like a truck. so you decided to set the tea down inside and dig through you and your boyfriend, alhaitham’s shared closet to find some warmer clothes.

you didn’t find anything that belonged to you that would keep you warm, but you did find something in alhaitham’s clothing. a nice big gray hoodie. you decided to just throw on some of your black leggings on too, just to tie it together.

you didn’t realize how comfy alhaitham’s clothing truly was, even though it was sorta big on you.

throughout the day, you lounged around on the couch and in the kitchen, waiting for your boyfriend to come home. he had to be at the akadeymia today for a meeting. these times always bored you because alhaitham said you weren’t aloud to go with him. so dumb. doesn’t he know that you wouldn’t cause trouble? he just tells you he’s very sorry and gives you a big hug and kiss before he walks right out the door. it’s also not like kaveh was there to keep you company either. he was also gone to do whatever architecture thing he was doing now.

but once that final hour came, you started getting more and more impatient. you just wanted your boyfriend to come home and cuddle with you on the couch as you both watch some movies and enjoy some snacks.

as soon as you heard alhaitham’s keys trying to unlock the door, you immediately jumped to your feet, ready to greet him at the door.

once the wooden door opened, alhaitham appeared at the door, looking up and down at you.

“oh hey, y/n.” he gave me a small smile, still looking at every part of you. “are you wearing my clothes?”

“yeah, it was really cold out today and i didn’t have anything to wear, so i just took one of your hoodies.” you reply. “that’s ok, right?”

“uhh,” he gets lost in his thoughts for a second. “yes, of course.”

you grin and grab his hand, pulling him towards the couch where you already have snacks, drinks and the tv set on a movie.

“i’ve missed you all day, so i wanted to surprise you with a movie date!” you exclaim. he blushes a bit but doesn’t say anything for a minute and you quickly sit him down on the couch. “do you want a soda or just some water? or you can have both if you’d like.”

“water, please.” you notice that alhaitham can’t keep his eyes off you, it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside, but it starts to make you feel like you got something on your face or you’re doing something wrong.

“is everything ok? you keep staring at me.” you say, as you pour ice cold water into a cup for him.

“um.. yeah, everything’s fine.” alhaitham murmurs, watching you pour the water.

“uh.. okay.” you hand him the cup and he takes a big swig of it, then goes right back to looking at you.

“do you wanna cuddle?” you question. he doesn’t reply, but he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him. he slowly gets on top of you and you both just look at each other in the eyes.

“al-haitham!” you squeak. he leans in and presses his lips onto yours. they’re a little chapped, but it’s okay, you still melt into the kiss. he starts to push his tongue between your lips, asking for an entrance. you open your lips and he slides his tongue in, licking all around your mouth, feeling every inch of it. you melt into his arms.

alhaitham releases the kiss, looking back into your eyes again.

“take your clothes off.” alhaitham says, still staring into your eyes, like he’s staring into your soul.

“what?” you reply, extremely confused on what your boyfriend just said. he’s never said anything like that before.

“take your clothes off.” alhaitham repeats. “i want to watch you take your clothes off.”

you gulp a bit, pushing yourself a bit away from him, not losing the eye contact. he lets go of you, still keeping his eyes on every inch of your body.

you start by slowly taking your leggings off, which are harder to get off. you pull them all the way down and off your legs, revealing your black underwear underneath. they weren’t anything fancy.

then you grab the gray hoodie, pulling it over your head slowly. you didn’t have a bra on, since you were just at home. your chest now exposed to alhaitham, who averts his attention to them.

your breathing is hitched, and you slowly start to slide your underwear off. once they’re off and thrown into the floor with the other clothes, you sit in front of alhaitham with your knees up to your chest.

alhaitham smirks and leans pushed your chest away from your legs so he can see every inch of you. he takes you all in, all of your beauty outside of the clothes that was previously restraining it.

“alhaitham..” you mutter softly.

“y/n..” he leans down and connects his lips to yours again. his hands can’t help but latch onto your body, feeling up your soft curves and crevices. he grabs your thighs and pulls them up so you wrap your legs around his waist.

“i’m gonna make you feel good, baby.” he says between the passionate kisses. he lets go off your lips and quickly pulls his shirt off, revealing is very nice toned abs and torso. then he moves your legs and tears off his pants and underwear, leaving no time to slowly get undressed.

you can’t help but stare at his dick, taking it all in. alhaitham licks his lips a little and leans down to start kissing your chest. his lips hover over your right nipple, just enough so you can feel his hot breath. it makes you tingle a bit in your stomach, giving you butterflies.

“alhaitham..” you cry out.

“baby..” he answers, immediately latching onto your nipple and sucking on it, making you arch your back and wrapping your arms around his neck. you also slide your fingers all in his gray locks of hair.

his tongue laps around your nipple, sucking at every bit of it. your moan keeps getting louder and louder.

he lets go and continues down, leaving small kisses along your stomach and down to your womb. once he gets below, he rests his lips on your slit, leaving small kisses, teasing you. he then raises his lips to your clit, sucking your clit and licking all around it, driving you nuts. he places one of his fingers on your clit, rubbing it around and pressing on it like it’s a button.

his mouth does all the work below, sticking his tongue as far as he can into you, licking all around your entrance as he licks in and out of your body.

“you’re driving me crazy, ‘haitham..” you moan out, your hands still gripping onto his hair, pushing his face further into your core. he keeps on rubbing your clit and causing you to squirm underneath him. “‘haitham, please!”

all of a sudden, your legs quiver and you cum onto his face. you let out a long sigh and let go of alhaitham’s hair, resting them beside you.

alhaitham sits up and rubs your juices off his face and onto his arm. he then wraps his arms around your body and sits you up. you rest your head on his chest, opening your eyes slightly to look at his still very excited cock. you smile a bit and lean down, taking his length all into your mouth, sliding it in and out. drool spills out of your mouth as you sloppily go up and down on his cock, soaking it.

“mmm, baby, keep going.” he softly tugs on your hair, guiding you.

you choke on his length trying to stick it all into your mouth, you want to show him that you can take it. you hum against your boyfriend’s dick.

“that feels amazing, baby.” he praises you, which makes you feel like you need to keep going to get more praises. you pick up your speed, and then alhaitham presses your head down all the way on his cock. you choke on it, coughing very loudly as he lets out a loud groan, releasing into your mouth.

he lets go of your head and you quickly pull away, coughing up the cum a little bit also trying to regain your breath.

“i’m sorry.” alhaitham apologizes. “it just felt so good, i couldn’t help myself.”

you smile at him, then leave a small kiss on his cheek. you wrap your arms around him, and sit yourself down onto his dick, which is still semi-hard.

“you still want to keep going, baby?” he asks, grabbing onto your waist and hovering you over his dick.

“yes, i want to make you feel good.” you reply, sweetly. you slowly sit down onto him, sliding his dick inside your sopping insides. you rest your hands on alhaitham’s shoulders, helping yourself balance as you bounce up and down on his cock.

you stare into his eyes as he’s watching every part of your body, especially your chest. your chest jiggles as you bounce up and down on him quickly. the wet slapping noises echoing throughout the house. the couch starts making lots of noise too from the impact.

“god, you do this so well.” alhaitham lets out a short, but semi-loud moan. he throws his head back and closes his eyes as he takes in the feeling of you bouncing up and down so quickly.

“‘haitham.. i’m about to..” you cry out as you lift yourself up and cum onto his twitching dick. you slide back onto his dick, stick moving up and down to pleasure alhaitham.

“baby, i’m about to go crazy.” he grunts, digging his hands into your waist, in which he starts to move you faster. “do you want me to cum in you?”

“umm.. probably not for awhile..” you manage to get out as he quickly pulls himself out, ejaculating onto your stomach and chest. “fuck…”

he throw you onto the couch and grabs a cracker off the charcuterie board you had made earlier. he looks at you and smiles softly.

“let me go get a towel for you, then we can continue your plan.”

[lemon-wedges]

Late on posting this, but!! I got a commssion a little while ago for klintshin taking a nap after a spar while barok brings them a blanket. ah, sweeter times~

;u;

[wheatcak3]

I've been seeing the lemon thing everywhere I can't get it out of my head 🍋😭

[nsfw-lone-wolf-nergiganos]

Sub Stepbrother FTM! Kaeya X Dom Stepbrother! Male Reader Modern AU Nsfw Headcanons: Part 3

Warnings: bondage kinks, cock riding, consensual somnophilia, face sitting kinks, and neck biting

A/N: here's Part 1 and Part 2 in case some of you guys hadn't seen them yet

Since you gave Kaeya consent to do whatever he wants to you while you're dead asleep, it wouldn't hurt if he sits on your face before suffocating you with his drippy cunt, right?

Oh, and in addition to him sitting on your face while you are asleep, he would tie you up to the bed beforehand

There were times where you wake up only to find yourself tied up to the bed while drowning in Kaeya's wet cunt, but at least he's nice enough to let you stick your tongue in it

He would also ride on your cock while moaning in your ear teasingly and bites your neck while you guessed it, dead asleep

When you are fully awake though, Kaeya is nice enough to let you do whatever you want to him

Kaeya is such a lewd and submissive stepbrother for you, but at least he makes things fair for you after he has his way with you

[devieuls]

You’re acting like a brat in public.

Inazuma boys x Reader +18

¡ Headcanon ?

Warnings: Some parts are a bit towards the smut, hot zone. Slightly rough characters with you, The part of Scara is definitely too much.

Synopsis: While you are walking through Inazuma you start behaving like brats towards your boyfriends, obviously all this in public, so your boyfriend will put you in your place...

Characters: Thoma, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kazuha, Ayato, Scaramouche x Reader

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THOMA :

Thoma would try to keep calm in public, trying to calm your childish behavior with sweet words and a fake sweet smile printed on his face, just not to capture unwanted attention from passers-by as he was obviously agitated.

He would ask you why you’re acting like this and he would advise you to stop with intimidating tone, obviously in a tone that only you could hear.

< Listen to me, baby. I hate to be hard on you, but I need you to stop acting like a fucking brat, or I’m gonna have to punish you when I get home... and trust me, you won’t be able to walk when I'm done with you. > He would say against your ear once stuck against the wall of a hidden alley of the city, making you blush and shut up immediately.

Then he’d take your hand and drag you out of the alley, walking around town like he didn’t threaten to fuck you to death right before.

Needless to say, the blond, once you get home, would still punish you for your behavior, you had to understand what place you had in the relationship.

< Come here and make it up to me, you little brat >.

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GOROU :

Gorou is the kind of guy who wouldn’t hide his disappointment at seeing your bratty behavior in public, so he wouldn’t have too much trouble putting you in your place and making you feel deeply embarrassed. He doesn’t mince his words and knows how to be sharp towards you, so as to make you more meek and composed on his side.

Nevertheless, he would challenge you to be more bratty just for the sake of submitting to him will, making you understand that in every possible way that there was no more powerful thing in the world than his command on you.

After all he was a general, this trait also occurred in the life of a couple, not that you were sorry to be under his orders, it was exciting to feel him cold with you, although you would never admit it.

He would look down on you once he’d notice your behavior and railed at you out loud, making sure his soldiers heard it perfectly.

< Keep it up, Kitty, and I swear I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll lose your bratty voice. You know I will. > He will end and then leave you behind.

Your cheeks purple with embarrassment and your head bent down. while you hid behind his shadow so as to disappear from the sight of his soldiers who stared at you from time to time.

< I love it when you’re so submissive, kitten. >

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HEIZOU :

Heizou would mentally think of an effective plan to get you to stop behaving like that, he hated that childish part you were publicly showing, especially if you were talking up and sulking like an infant who wanted candy from his mom.

He would take his eyes to the sky, sighing heavily before taking you out of life and approaching him dangerously, seriously looking you in the eye.

< Are you going to keep acting like a brat or do you need to be silenced in my own way? > would ask by raising an eyebrow, then move one hand over your thigh and up it to end up under your skirt. < You know, I know many ways to put you in your place > He would end and then detach from your body, leaving you red in the face under the gaze of some passers-by.

< Oh, now you’re embarrassed? I didn’t think you were sorry for the dirty looks while you were grumbling and sulking. > He said to then carry his hands behind the neck and walk followed by you who scolded him for that too intimate scene made in public, causing his laugh and some shrugs.

< Be a good girl and maybe I will consider not punishing you >

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ITTO :

Itto would laugh at your behavior, even finding you pretty in your infantilism, but in the long run would get tired of this behavior, even finding it heavy.

It would take you on his shoulder and leave a small spanking on your ass, making you wince for the feeling. You’d keep complaining about him, kicking and leaving a few punches on your back

< Let me down now! Itto! Itto, put me on the ground immediately! > you would scream at the top of your lungs, wriggling like a child, making him snort in frustration because of the eyes on you two.

It would put you on the ground when you got home, then slam you against the wall and undo your belt, wrapping it around your wrists to make it a sort of handcuff. < I really hope that all the determination you put in kicking screaming will also employ you in bed while I punish you, you rude little brat. > He would conselude to then take off the collar with the vision and put it to you, implying he was serious about the punishment and making you imagine what would happen.

< Let me misbehave with you, baby. >

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KAZUHA :

Kazuha would take your hand trying to ignore your behavior, he didn’t care what people thought, he would do anything to be composed in public and be a total knight. Too bad you didn’t want to be as composed as you are, going on and on and on about things that were slowly pissing off the white-haired kid.

He'll take you from the jaw with one hand, silencing you once you tighten the grip around your face. < Y/n, please stop acting like this. I’m trying in every way not to get mad at you and make you regret what you’re putting me through, but... you see, you make it so damn hard for me > he’d be growling, while your eyes were fixed in his, making you swallow for the calm but threatening tone.

< Be a good girl for me, huh? > He’d end up letting go your jaw and start walking in the city again.

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AYATO :

Most likely he would pretend that everything is fine, giving a smile to passers-by and listening to your complaints in silence, hoping that you can stop behaving like that.

When he realizes there was no way to appease your childish behavior, he would take your hand and grip you until you wince and look up at him. His clenched and clearly tense jaw showing how nervous he was, which was affirmed by his furious eyes on you.

You would have fallen silent instantly, automatically apologizing for your behavior. Not a single word of rebuke, just a glance was enough to make you understand that you should have shut up.

< As happy as I am that you shut the fuck up, don’t think there’ll be no consequences for this. > he would take you by the chin and make you meet your looks again < After all, you have to learn to stand in your place in public. The Kamisato have a reputation, it’ll not your childish behavior that’s gonna ruin it. > he would end and then leave a sweet kiss on your lips, receiving sweet looks from some passers-by.

< I-I'm sorry... > You whispered when you finished the kiss, making him smile.

< Good girl. Now, would you like a milk tea, my dear? > he would say in a sweet and elegant tone, leaving you speechless.

That boy knew how to cover up problems with some fake etiquette, if only those passers-by knew that behind that kiss was the most inviting "threat" of your life.

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SCARAMOUCHE :

He would not even waste time calming you or understanding your reasons, he would be annoyed by your behavior right away, which would lead him to take you by the neck and push you against the first wall near you.

His mischievous and malicious look stared at you as he squeezed your grip, letting you release a small choked groan.

< When are you gonna learn to be the fucking good whore you can be? I don’t like little bratty girls who whine about everything. Baby, don’t piss me off or I won’t have any problem bending you right against this wall and fucking you until you lose your voice in front of all these people. > He would spit acid at your lips, not worrying about the tone of voice that resounded in the wind, making some girls passing by blush with embarrassment, causing the same reaction to you.

< Now apologize to me and stop acting like a fucking child >. He’d end up loosening your grip a little bit to get you to talk.

< Excuse me, sir, I’m sorry. I will not behave like this anymore > You said in a suffocated tone because of the grip, still feeling a feeling of pleasure between the legs and in the stomach.

The boy would smile satisfied and leave his grip on your neck to take you by the hair and push you against him for a kiss.

< I don’t give a shit about your fake apology. I'll punish you anyway, you know I will and you'll love it so fucking much that all of Inazuma will know my name. > will whisper against your lips and then let go completely.

< Now let’s get out, I’m sick of being here, let’s skip to the fun part at home. >

[yandere-sins]

What do you think, could yan Diluc secretly give darling an aphrodisiac to drink because of desperation?

I can see him clutching the damn vial of poison that'll make his darling dripping wet, ready to be filled by the only person available to them—Diluc. He hates the idea. Hates that he needs to resort to such dirty tricks, but his cock has been hard for days. If he doesn't get to bury it in at least your hot, ragged breath, he might have to kill a lot of people to get it out of his system for the lack of a better way to calm himself. Cold baths in the rivers haven't done anything for him ever since he accidentally imagined you skinny-dipping with him.

It's not an actual poison, but he knows it will cloud your mind and heat up your body to the point of pain. To the point where you'll be writhing on the floor, desperate and sobbing in need. He could never get you on your knees, begging him to fuck you without a little extra help, and the thought of your hazy eyes alone is nearly sending him over the edge. No amount of hitting his head against a wall will banish the thought of tears brimming your eyes as you ask him to help you, to make the burning go away. To be the protector he swore to be.

Nor will violence make the idea of you becoming a sloppy mess, moaning and screaming his name, any less orgasm-inducing. There's already a wet stain on his pants when Diluc enters your room, but he holds back until you had a sip of your drink before pouncing. Diluc would have preferred a more natural approach to getting you the pleasure you deserve. Still, the least he can do is wipe the excess aphrodisiac from your lips and lick it off before crashing his mouth to yours. 

It's not even just for his pleasure. You, well-fucked and satiated, will probably help let off some much-needed steam for both of you. You can scratch, bite, and punch him as much as you want, but nothing takes away the stress like a good mingling of bodies and a proper pounding. Diluc won't rest until enough orgasms leave you that you are barely alive in his arms, only to push you into another one for good measure. There's nothing more erotic than your limb body, drool dripping from your mouth with the incoherent gargles, and the knowledge that he did that to you. That it was Diluc that sent you to Celestia and brought you back with just his efforts (and cock). And, well, good old aphrodisiac.

But it will all be worth it when you still remember the feeling of his cock filling you days later, Diluc not touching you, and keeping his visits short. When in the weak, lonely moments, his adoring gaze fills your mind, making your body throb with the desire to do it again. To have him on top of you, sweating, smiling sweetly, telling you how much he loves you and how perfect you are while he absolutely wrecks your body with his desire. The way his cock filled you completely, hitting all the good spots and making you cum continuously, fluids dripping from you as if you were loose even though you were just filled to the brim. You'll even get turned on from remembering the room smelling like two pigs in heat got it on for hours after hours filled with confessions and orgasms. It's all so shameful to admit, and you hate the hold these memories have on you. And yet, you can't help but touch yourself as you imagine Diluc consuming you entirely once more, your hands never enough.

You might be too ashamed to ask, but Diluc already has a second vial in his desk drawer waiting for you, just in case you don't have to courage to be honest with yourself without help.