#thoughts: itto

[yzashaven]

him breaking you. and i don't mean like physically breaking you or something, but mentally breaking you through senseless fucking. mindfuck kinda shit. could be corruption too? a good girl x bad boy trope is perfect for these. he wouldn't necessarily force you into anything but would "convince" you into it. slowly and gently breaking you until you go from an innocent girl to a cockhungry whore for him and him only. that you can't live without his touch, his cock, his cum inside you. and would even make you say that you belong to him. and he enjoys every bit of itㅡ from the way you denied it at first, started giving in, to the begging and pleading for him to keep giving you more and more, to paint your insides white with his cum, taking in every single drop deep within you. fucking you harder and faster only to deny you :( he loves to rile you up with the endless teasing, having you lose your mind from the lack of release. hours of him fucking you dumb until your brain doesn't function properly, all your thoughts contain him and the things he'd do to your body. he loves what he made out of you.

scaramouche, childe, dottore, heizou, ayato, itto, xiao, kaeya, albedo, alhaitham, kaveh, cyno, abyss!aether, dainsleif ♡

[zhxngii]

I need to talk about this bc of some art i saw. i know i might've mentioned this before (idk?) but omggg

 ⎯⎯ 𒁍 Having a man on his knees before you as you sit there before him in such a pretty little outfit paired with some nice heels. He sits there with pink-tinted cheeks, looking almost embarrassed as he realizes just how hard he's become while in this position, a whine coming from his throat once you give the leash a small tug, lifting his chin with the tip of your heel afterward for him to look at you.

Oh, the look in his eyes like he just wants to eat you up already, wants to follow every order you give him. Will gladly sit there through your teasing antics, might just get desperate and beg for you to give it to him already but he's enjoying it so much with how turned on he is right now.

The satisfied moan coming from his lips once you finally hover over him and sink your wet cunt onto his cock. The way he'll pant and tug at the restraints around his wrists behind his back, leaving him no choice but to just sit there and take your slow pace. How badly, terribly how he wants you to go faster, trying his utmost best to keep still and not thrust up into you because of how good you feel.

Kaeya, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Childe, Diluc, Zhongli, Itto, Jing Yuan, Welt Yang, Gepard, Blade, Sampo, Dan heng. + your f/os.

[ardensregias]

their kisses are the ones that stole your breath away, the ones that are spontaneous, sudden, also unexpectedly long that it has you gasping for oxygen when they finally let go, their eyes gleaming with mirth at the dazed look in your eyes.

and they didn't care about who sees, where you're currently standing, what time is it—they just need to have their lips against yours, or your skin, doesn't really matter—they just need to kiss you silly or they'll lose five years of their lifespan.

[ʚ♡ɞ] wriothesley, heizou, itto, beelzebub, kaveh, sampo, aventurine, childe, ayato, jing yuan, satan, mammon, leraye, rafayel + your faves <3

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

screaming crying throwing up wdym its CANNON???!! AKSKAJSKSJDK

Honestly i didnt start properly playing until around the time sumeru was ending, so i never really bothered to watch old character teasers because the full character was already there lol

now i gotta know if you've watched childe's collected miscellany

[sparksly-mage-of-light]

Hmm, "Alex." An assistant with a name and voice who didn't really need to be named or voiced, especially not voiced by a well known VA like Max Mittelman. Who was put in the literal spotlight. Who happens to have the same first name as a certain nemesis whose alternate versions are very often shown with red hair.

Eh, it's probably nothing. Just a throwaway character.

[yumienikkie]

sagau idea: the player got bored of the game and logs in once in a blue moon, wonder how the characters feel

[welcometoteyvat]

geo wife and geo husband taking ibuprofen with you

[cherrygenshin]

Smutty thoughts - 6:01pm

You and childhood bestfriend! Itto together for a movie night. His dumb ass puts on a spicy movie. Both being virgins, instead of being embarrassed you question, 'do women/men really sound like that when they moan?'

You both decide to find out together

[thunderpot]

hello hello helloo lovess! Carnaval is gone, but today I bring 2 arts I did for a dear friend freyja a little while ago of GI characters as mestre sala and porta-bandeiras, the standard-bearers of brazilian carnaval parade, wearing attire based off their og outfits from genshin but still keeping the og shapes for carnaval -and performing some traditional steps (your spin turned into being lifted gorou. You're too short! 🤣).

It was quite fun to design these! I was a bit torn on what to put on their flags because originally, the bearers showcase their school/group's flag for the competition. But then it occured to me both chs on each pic had the same element, so element flag it was! For gorou I took some liberties in adding some of miss hina's elements bc they are pretty! hehe

Between geo and dendro, who do you think would have the prettiest parade?🤔

[timcassie]

perfectly balanced. as all things should be.

[narcoticwriter]

Okay, but real talk about this dynamic:

How would it be if Wriothesley told Itto that he killed his own foster parents?

Their circumstances are quite similar, but contrast in many ways.

Itto still remembers his parents and Wriothesley has no idea who his parents are. Itto knows that his parents died of sickness, but Wriothesley can only guess at what happened to his own.

Itto was frequently beaten and pummeled in the streets for simply existing (although he picked a lot of them) while at the same age, Wriothesley was in a foster home with parents he genuinely loved and siblings he had companionship with.

Itto was eventually taken in by Granny Oni and got to experience a genuine bond with her as she raised him as her own, but Wriothesley found out that his parents were planning on selling him to the highest bidder and that they had done so to his older siblings, causing him to run away and live on the streets, in which the Melusines kept watch over him and helped him when he needed it.

Itto had to deal with the biases of him being perceived as something 'other' because of his oni blood and still does to this day. Wriothesley had to deal with not only what he had done, but the subsequent punishment that came with it.

While Itto was in a fairly bad place, angry at anyone and picking fights with everyone who said anything against the oni, he got out of it thanks to a helping hand. It is implied that Wriothesley attempted to take his own life soon after the premeditated murders but did not succeed. Both of these are pivotal moments in their philosophies as well as their development as people.

Itto has had run-ins with the law and has stayed in jail on a semi-frequent basis, but is mostly harmless in the ways that he genuinely means well. Wriothesley was found guilty of premeditated murder with an official body count of two and has served his sentence for it.

Both of them have experienced depths of despair and circumstances that would make lesser men crumble, but while one was able to regain the tentative faith in the good of people, the other has lost that entirely and has never quite gotten it back.

They also have entirely different ways of going about their lives and navigating their relationships.

Itto brings people together and takes those who are discriminated against and cast out into his inner fold. He's open and accepting of others and is quick to make friends in his own way (when they come around). He has a heart of gold, a bold personality, and a charisma that is undeniable and has people flocking to him.

Wriothesley will never allow himself to be that open with anyone (even Sigewinne) and generally keeps people at an arm's length. He will observe you and analyze you into one's core components and employ tactics based off of that. He is cold, calculating, and incredibly diplomatic, but is guarded enough to be enigmatic.

Itto has a host of people in his life that he can consider important. Wriothesley can count those people on one hand. You can read Itto like an open book. You'd be lucky to graze the surface of what's really going on in Wriothesley's head. One has an incredible and sometimes gullible trait of trusting people at their word. The other has not, is not, and will not trust people easily, if at all.

So begs the question again: How would Itto react if Wriothesley told him that he killed his foster parents?

Itto has demonstrated the remarkable ability to give people the benefit of the doubt multiple times throughout the scenes we've seen in-game. He also displays a great deal of emotional intelligence and empathy that lends itself to be relatable to others. But would he be able to relate to Wriothesley?

Somewhat. They were both tended to in the midst of their agonies to certain extents, but only one was taken in properly. Both have lost their parents, but there's a difference between someone's parents dying and finding out that the bond between you and your parents is a lie. However, both would understand the world crumbling to pieces as something you had always assumed would be there falls away.

The key component here before any trust between them could be established would have to be how they see themselves. Itto wants to be perceived as an equal, but also as the best out of equals. Wriothesley wants to be perceived as a man who has made his mistakes and is paying for them. These two things are similar enough to mesh.

I think that given how honest Wriothesley is with what he did and how he openly acknowledges that there were other things he could have done as well as Itto's newly developed ability to employ some self-introspection and the acceptance that he has for others would contribute significantly to this trust.

So ultimately, I think it would work out alright. It would take a bit for that to happen, as well as the circumstance to occur in the first place, but I think it would be okay. And perhaps, they would become closer as a result.

[garbeanery]

Powerpuff girls

[thormanick]

I looked at some spoilers for Cyno’s 2nd Story Quest, and I-

Did they make a whole new animation just to show Kaveh sitting on the table???

as he deserves-

[guujikaroko]

JP Itto is so fucking funny, man. He calls himself 俺様 (ore-sama).

I want you to digest this: it's a combination of the masculine, rowdy-sounding first-person pronoun 俺 (ore) and the honorific 様 (-sama), which denotes high standing in relation to the user.

It's these two kanji. Together. Says everything you need to know about the man.

[mynameis-a]

fell first vs fell harder is the best dynamic for ittosara

itto gradually realizing that he views sara as more than just a friend or cool sparring partner and being pretty calm about it (since he had time to get used to it)

and then it hits sara like a truck one day and shes just sitting there like “oh. oh no.”

[dawn-moths]

word count: 2600+

content warning/disclaimer: size difference, predator/prey dynamics, non-consensual biting/blood drinking, reader is kidnapped, reader is called “good girl” and “little one”, Itto is rough with reader at first but softer towards the end.

Vampire!Itto who follows you through a maze of thunder sakura one night, bobbing and weaving through the lush lilac flora without making a sound as he trails after you, far enough that you don’t yet suspect you’re being followed but close enough that he never loses sight of you.

He lurks soundlessly, which, given the sheer size of him, should prove impossible. But he’s careful to avoid loose twigs littering the ground and skillfully evades the crunch of dry maple leaves as he closes in. It isn’t until you hear the deliberate bend and creak of a thick branch overhead that you’re made aware of the beast who’d caught your scent, the newfound fear that courses through your veins and rapidly pumping heart making his mouth water.

You were going to taste so good once he sank his teeth into you— so good he might not let you go afterwards like he normally did with some of his more attractive prey— and you could swear he was smiling back at you mean and cruel as you stood frozen and gaping up at him with terror swimming in your wide eyes from the ground below, silver moonlight bathing your form and giving the vampire a clear view of you.

He flashed you a quick glance of those razor sharp canines as they glinted under the moon, unable to keep himself from smirking with victory, the same illumination that set a spotlight on you only serving as a cloak for the hunter perched in the trees as it lit him from behind and cast a dark shadow over his face.

The only other feature you could make out from the darkness that engulfed him was the sinister glow of those bright vermillion eyes, gleaming like two twin beacons of danger through the amethyst canopy. The next time you dared to blink though, your body still standing frozen and petrified in place, the monster’s stare was directly before you, so close you could see your trembling reflection shining back at you from within those entrancing pools of scarlet.

“A little late to be out wanderin’ on your own…” the vampire taunted, his voice a low, raspy growl that turned your blood to ice in your veins and set the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. “Isn’t it?” When you didn’t answer and he began to circle you, he continued with a dark chuckle and a mocking, “What? Cat got your tongue, little one?”

You traveled with a silver knife strapped to your belt underneath your haori just in case you ever ran into trouble out here, knowing packs of rogue nobushi and the dreaded kairagi wandered these hills, and while you’d never had to use it before, you were beginning to fear tonight would be the blade’s first time to draw blood.

Straightening his posture to stand at his full height, looming before you where his shadow stretched to engulf you in further darkness, the vampire continued, “Now, listen… Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna drink some of your blood, and if you don’t put up too much of a fight, we’ll call it a night and I’ll let you go on your way…”

All you had to do was slip your hand behind you and reach under the hem of your robe and grip the handle of the knife. You just had to play it off like you weren’t doing anything out of the ordinary, though, when faced with a vampire, you were far outmatched in speed and slyness.

“So wha’dya say? Why don’t you just be a good girl and bare that pretty little neck of yours and—” In a winking slash of silver, you swung the knife at him, actually managing to nick his forearm as he’d reflexively raised it to shield himself at the first sign of your movement.

But now what?

You’d drawn the blood of a vampire but everyone knew the only way to really be safe from one was to kill it, severing the head and watching it roll. You knew you didn’t have a chance at that, not with just a hunting knife and when he already had the upper hand.

But there was only one thing more dangerous than a vampire.

An angry vampire.

And the way Itto’s red eyes flashed at you then under a scowl and the scrunched nose that accompanied a growl of pain and bared teeth, you knew he was undeniably pissed.

“Wrong answer,” he spit from between clenched teeth, and a half a second later, you were on your back in the grass and gasping out a pained wheeze as all the air had been knocked from your lungs upon the sudden impact.

Itto had both your wrists clasped in one tight, massive, black-clawed fist above your head before you’d even had the chance to remember which way was up from down, a dull ache in your jaw from where your teeth had clacked hard together as your head had slammed into the ground. Your knife lay a few feet away in the grass, a thin slice of the vampire’s blood staining the very edge of the blade and turning in black in the night.

You thought you let out a scream when you felt his fangs first pierce your flesh, but the only sound that registered was a high-pitched squeak from the back of your throat as your chest was still mostly empty of its oxygen.

The sting of his harsh bite caused fat tears to well in your eyes, the way he squeezed your wrists together in his clenched palm— so hard you could swear he was grinding your bones together, no doubt leaving dark, blotchy bruises that ran deep under your tender skin with the power of his rough grip— and you struggled under his hold but to no avail.

You’d heard countless rumors about the inhuman strength that vampire’s possessed, but none of those warnings could’ve prepared you for facing the real thing. It was like being trapped under the rubble of a cave-in, body paralyzed under the boulder’s weight and unable to pry yourself even an inch free from the wreckage.

You still tried to fight though, forgetting that all that was going to do was drain your energy even faster as Itto swallowed gulp after gulp of your thick, sweet blood, every new mouthful he stole from you making your body go even more light-headed and limp. You figured he was really going to kill you after all, that talk about “letting you go” from before just meant to mess with you and give you false hope.

As your consciousness started to fade, the world growing smaller in your vision as you gazed up at the starry sky with fluttering eyes, pretty soon all you could feel was the heat of his mouth on your neck. He wasn’t biting anymore, more so just gently sucking at the excess that welled from the twin wounds at your throat, his long tongue teasing at the marks to coax out a few more residual rivulets of red.

You shuddered, making a strangled, whining sound as your esophagus constricted while you tried to swallow the lump that had formed there, suddenly feeling the heat begin to spread to other parts of your body, warming you from the inside out against the chilly night air.

Itto chuckled to himself, low and teasing, as he took a moment to lean back and take in the sight of you, admiring the way you appeared so helpless under his control. Some of your blood still lingered on his mouth, the stain of it shining before he swiped his tongue along his lips to gather one last taste of you.

“See? Things aren’t so bad if you just cooperate,” he said, leaning back in close and taking a sniff of your hair where some blood that had trickled from the bite was already beginning to dry.

Then, using his free hand to wipe away the fresh tears that were just about to streak down your cheeks, the vampire cooed at you and muttered, as if the sweet way he said the words gave them any reassurance, “Don’t worry though… You’ll have plenty of time to learn to like it,” and before you could try to protest or ask any questions or even scream out one last time for help that wouldn’t come, just as fast as he’d appeared, Itto had swept you up and darted through the cascade of lavender, delivering you to his secret little den hidden on the cliff’s edge, scaling the mountainside with you slung over his shoulder like it was no trouble at all.

It was a smart move on his part, securing a hideout that wasn’t easily accessible to humans— if accessible at all— and could only be seen by ships coming in from sea from too far off to judge it to actually be inhabited before the ledge turned the entrance into a blindspot. Most importantly though, it was a place completely untouched by the sun, Itto’s greatest weakness arching overhead but its rays never touching his home as the top of the cliff shielded it all year round.

Once he set you at the center of his den, knowing there was nowhere for you to run now, unless you wanted to drop straight into the waves that crashed against the rocks below, he paced a few strides and plopped right down into his nest of cushions and blankets without a care in the world.

“Please…” you begged, staring at him as more tears welled in your eyes, clumping your bottom lashes together in watery spikes before running down your cheeks in pairs. “Please let me go…” You were sitting on your knees, half slumped over and surprised you hadn’t passed out yet. You were in such a state of shock, you didn’t even have time to notice all the sparkling ore that was embedded in the cave’s bumpy, jagged walls, glittering brilliantly as the light of the full moon reflected off the sea and back into the mouth of the cave.

“‘Fraid I can’t do that…” Itto stated, seeming eerily lax now that he had you in the confines of his personal territory, black-nailed hands clasped behind his head of all that wild, white hair. At first, you’d thought the cherry-tinted tips on the ends of his tousled mane were the faded remains of another victim’s bloodshed soaking into the strands, but now that you were getting a better look at him, you were beginning to realize that it was naturally occurring. In fact, if he wasn’t a bloodthirsty monster who’d just stolen you from nearly reaching your home on the other side of the trees, you might’ve looked twice at him after passing on the street. 

He was huge. Massive. So tall you’d have to crane your neck to meet his gaze if he was standing at his full height over you. And he had the bulk to accompany his height, arms and chest and abs chiseled and built like he was carved from the strongest stone, all muscle and no fat.

Another rumor you’d heard about vampires that was turning out to be true— they were all physically stunning, so much so that even without the giveaway of the fangs and the glowing red eyes they were often too perfect to pass for human.

Snapping out of your unwarranted distraction, his previous words finally registered to you and you responded, sounding broken and desperate, “Why not…?”

“Because…” He leaned forward, arms resting over his knees as he bore that scarlet stare right into you— right through you— once more. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve searched for someone like you? Someone with blood like yours?”

You didn’t understand what he meant. Instead of responding that time you just tried to suppress a hiccup from hitching in your chest as you felt yourself about to begin sobbing harder, the mental snare of knowing you might be trapped here forever tightening like a noose around your neck.

Itto condescendingly cooed at you again, pushing up from his seat among the mish-mash of stolen plush objects that seemed to serve as his bed and approaching you, crouching down before you as you hid your view of him behind shaking hands and wept into your palms. You flinched when you felt his hand touch your shoulder, sucking in a startled gasp and expecting pain to follow, but that time his taloned fingers merely rested against your skin, flexing only slightly to test just how hard you’d let him settle his palm around your form before attempting to pull away.

And maybe that time he’d let you. He’d show you he could be merciful so long as you could be obedient.

“Don’t worry…” Itto smiled then, a real grin that was devoid of any of the prior darkness and cruelty he’d worn in the woods. “I’ll make sure you have everything you need. And I’ll only need to feed on you every couple of weeks.” He made those promises like they made him taking you any less of a prison sentence, kept under his will and watch for as long as he wished. “But I can’t let you go. You’re too valuable. Too rare…” He almost sounded apologetic, as if he were saying it was neither of your faults you’d ended up here, just nature and circumstance.

And so, for now, you were resigned to your fate, your new home becoming the cave hidden in the side of the cliff, your gemstone encrusted cage. But Itto had kept his promises, at least. Brought you everything you asked for, snuck into town just to obtain some of your more specific human needs. And when he drank from you, so long as you held still and didn’t squirm too much, it wasn’t actually that bad. Nowhere near as vicious as that first time, at least.

Seasons passed, marked by the changing color of the leaves and snow flurries and scattered sakura petals drifting past the mouth of the cave and falling into the ocean below. You found refuge in your nights, as that was when Itto most often left to engage in whatever vampiric activities you hadn’t been brave enough to ask about. You grew accustomed to sleeping during the day, same as he did, though he stayed buried in his layers of blankets until the final brushstrokes of sunset bled from the horizon and the sky gave way to the navy and silver shield of night while you preferred to stir in the early afternoons just to catch a glimpse of daylight from time to time.

But whenever you did spot a ship drifting far off on the waves of the sea, rocking and swaying as it either set anchor or steadily approached the shore, you never tried to call and wave, never tried to make it known you needed help or saving.

And every time a new one came in bearing a different flag of one of the seven nations, you asked yourself why…

Maybe because, over the past year, the vampire had shown you that he could be gentle and kind, sometimes even had a sense of humor too. You became more like a pet to him than a prisoner, and he was more like a ghost that haunted you than a warden. But you hadn’t given up on escaping this place, somehow, someway. 

But not yet.

Not until you thought of a way to make sure he couldn’t hunt you down and drag you right back before you even had a chance to lay your eyes on that grove of thunder sakura again, back where it all began.