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—sub!dottore/dom!reader, zandik!dottore, transmasc!reader (this is mostly dottore!receiving so no mention of the reader’s genitalia, but it’s still implied reader is transmasc), masochistic!dottore/sadistic!reader | imagined knifeplay (cuts), overstimulation, crying, degradation, slight dumbification, slight blood play, pain kink, unnegotiated kinks but everything is consensual (idk about safe or sane though because it’s dottore)

—i don’t know how to feel about this fic tbh. but it’s here. it’s okay. (edit: i reread it and its quite good)

Zandik knocks over the cup of coffee on his desk when he hears his door getting banged on. He swears that whoever is outside that door is going to get it, he’ll tear them apart into shreds and feed their body to the tigers…

With an annoyed face, Zandik opens up the door, ready to “politely” tell them to get the hell out of his face. The words are already on the tip of his tongue but he rests easy when he recognizes that it's only you, his next-door neighbor.

He quickly tries to remember if his room is a mess. Fuck, he did do laundry a while back, yeah? Does his room smell good? Is his bed fixed?

He panics, why are you even here?

He thinks all of that within three seconds.

“Zandik! I hope I'm not bothering you?” You stand outside his door, bearing that smile he somehow can’t say no to.

“You’re fine, come in.” He says as cool as he can, you’re the only person in your darshan that he can get along with. Hell, you’re the only person in the Akademiya he can tolerate.

“So, uhm.” You start, you’re carrying your bag so he assumes you just came from a class. 

“Yes?”

“I have a favor to ask.”

He doesn’t miss the way you seem to be dancing around the topic. It’s not as if he cares what that favor is, if you ask him to kill a person for you then he’d do it, no questions asked.

“Spit it out then.”

You sigh, sitting down on his bed.

“You know I'm a scholar of Amurta.”

“Of course, you never fail to not bring it up every time I ask you about the subject of human anatomy.” He states, as if that wasn’t obvious already.

“I may need a…sample of sorts.”

Oh, that’s an easy fix. Were you too shy to ask for his blood? That’s strangely endearing.

“How much?” Zandik asks.

“Well, a cup? Maybe two so I don't mess up.” You quickly answer, you appear to be surprised at his immediate response.

“For blood? That seems quite a lot.” Zandik questions, it’s not that he won’t give you it, he’s just a bit confused.

“Not that…”

“What is it then?”

He hears you whisper something and Zandik swears that his ears are fucking with him.

“…Say that again?”

“Seminal Fluid?”

He's stunned for a bit. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it back once he discerns that that’s not the proper response to this situation.

“C-Can’t you do it yourself?” He asks, looking away from you.

Despite his wanting to be with you romantically, you two have never engaged in any of the sort. The most you’ve done is the slight brushing of your hands when working on an experiment.

“Zandik, you know I can't.”

He almost asks again why that is when he realizes.

“Oh.”

He blushes furiously and to your perspective, this might look strange. But when he hears you tearing up someone’s guts next door past bedtime hours, it’s hard not to imagine himself being the one who’s in your partner’s position.

In other words, he’s dreamed too much of being dicked down by you that he forgot about your case to begin with, not that it really matters to him.

And he would never admit to this, but sometimes the noises get a bit too loud for comfort that he has to take care of himself alone while he visualizes you doing that to him. 

He hears you cough, standing up and trying to walk away from this whole thing as if nothing ever happened.

“You know what, I'll leave. I’ll find someone else.” 

It is an embarrassing situation, this was not a scene that he had expected and prepared for.

“W-Wait,” He calls out, his hand grasping your wrist.

“Zandik, you don’t have to. I’ll just pay someone else to do it.” You explained to him that it really isn’t that big of a deal. “I think I came here because you’re my go-to person.” You chuckle.

Zandik really wants to cuss you out, you can’t just say that to him out of nowhere and then decide to leave right after.

He stammers out a response, “I-I’ll do it.”

“You will?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

It’s just silence for a few seconds until you decide to leave him be to do his business, telling him that you’ll just be next door and to take as much time as he needs.

And when the door slams in front of his face, is when he realizes the severity of his decision.

You’re telling him he’s supposed to jack off while knowing that you’re aware he’s doing exactly that?

Zandik unbuckles his belt, deciding that he might as well get this over with as soon as possible.

Then thirty minutes pass by.

Zandik has not filled a cup, nor is he even halfway to a climax. He tries to think of everything. Well, everything but you, imagining things that would turn him on that aren't you or fantasies that involve you. 

He somehow finds this task to be difficult.

His cock is sitting on his leg half-hard, he’s racking his brain to find something that will make this easier and he soon realizes that every single time he’s masturbated somehow involved you in some kind of way.

He doesn’t want to believe that at all, surely not. 

Is he really that into you? 

He reminisces of each time you’ve been with him, the times when you lay an arm on his shoulder, pulling him closer to you without notice. The times when you whisper directly into his ear in the library that sends the poor man into a shock with how he feels your breathing on his neck, wanting you to lay those lips on his skin, to just mark him without care while trying not to get caught by the other students passing by your table.

Zandik whimpers just at the thought of it. He snaps out of his thoughts once he notices that he’s fully hard now, with precum even oozing out his dick. 

He plays with the white liquid, he relishes the fact that you’re able to affect him like this when you’re not even here, to begin with. He grits his teeth, warming the tip with his palm, the stickiness making Zandik slightly quiver from how messy it is. 

His control over his own thoughts and body is slowly starting to slip, his hips moving on their own as his cock longs for the warmth of his hand. He stifles back a moan, thinking about you has his mind going dumb.

He wonders if you know about these feelings of his, the way he has to excuse himself each instance your touches linger on for too long, his entire body stiffening as a pathetic noise tries to escape his throat.

“Haah…”

He wants to stay quiet, knowing that the walls are quite thin and that if he can hear you from back then, so is the opposite.

He breathes impatiently. This isn’t enough at all, he needs more.

Zandik wants to know how it would feel to have you explore his entire body, to have you see every vein and how his blood flows throughout his skin. He knows you’d grow fascinated by him, like you would with any cadaver.

His head tilts back at the thought of you slicing him open, drawing cuts with a scalpel on his thighs as he bleeds, the wounds aching as your tongue licks them oh so slowly. His cock twitches, the stroking of his length getting more and more desperate.

He grows weak as he envisions you squeezing them as you penetrate him, spreading him apart without any preparation whatsoever. He sobs at that, he needs you to put him into his place, to shame him for thinking such disgusting things. To treat him as nothing more than trash, that he’s a whore for enjoying these kinds of acts.

His left hand grips the sheets for stability, the other continuing to pump himself until he spills. His vision blurs from both the pleasure and the tears, almost forgetting about the reason why he’s doing this to begin with, too high of his lust for you.

He stumbles over, aiming for the cups you’ve given him. 

Zandik moans loudly as he finishes, not all of his fluid gets into the containers. In fact, most of it splattered all over his bed and his legs. He waits until he stops cumming, panting heavily as sweat drips off his forehead.

It’s worrying how much of a pull you have toward him.

He sits there for a few minutes, resting easy until he hears knocking on the door.

“Y-Yeah?” He calls out from his bed, too tired to stand up.

“Are you done?”

Zandik immediately rushes to the door, taking his blanket with him to cover his lower half.

He opens the door with a slight shake of his hand, openly oblivious to how he looks right now to you.

His hair is a mess, his face… 

He looks as if he’s in a daze, and he is, for the most part. There are traces of tears from his wet eyelashes, eyes staring at you as if he’s begging for you to take a bite out of him, to fuck him right then and there.

He looks so pitiful and vulnerable, an appearance that you’ve never seen of him, an appearance that he’d never show others, an appearance that he’d only show to you.

His legs are bare, the blanket doing nothing to hide the shape of his hips. There’s cum dripping down his legs and you knew you should have knocked later. But once you heard your friend sound like that, your urges got the best of you.

You’re sure glad you didn’t stop yourself.

“R-Right…You need it warm, yes?” Zandik says, embarrassed at what he’s just done and thought of while he got himself off.

“Yeah…” You answer, mind focused on his figure instead of what you initially came here for.

He hands you the containers you’ve given him, the liquid splashing. 

“Thank you, Zandik.”

“Of course, anytime…” He replies.

You could just leave, pretend as if you didn’t hear him earlier or those other times he’s fucked himself alone while moaning out your name, distracting you even if you were in bed with another.

“Hey, Zandik?”

“Hm?”

You know he’s into you, and the gods know you’d be lying if you claimed you weren’t turned on by Zandik right now.

The next few moments are a blur and Zandik is unsure how he’s ended up at a loss for words, his legs being spread apart by your hands as he’s forced to bear the shame of you seeing him already so stiffened despite just cumming a few minutes ago.

“So soaked…”

“S-Sorry…” He apologizes, trying to look away.

Zandik blushes at the fact he hasn’t trimmed there in a while.

“Cute.”

His heart beats loudly in his chest, unsure of how to process this whole thing.

He’s not complaining at all, no. He’s just surprised at how you’re being so forward with him like this, not sure whether to take this as a one-time thing or if there’s something more to your actions.

“What would you like me to do?” You question.

That’s a loaded question. What doesn’t he want you to do?

Everything, he wants to say. He wants to be greedy. He’s been waiting for something like this to happen for so long, it’d be a waste to just be shy and act like this.

Still, thinking that is easier than actually doing it.

“T-Touch me, please.”

“How? Won’t you show me how you do it, Zandik?”

He nods shyly, bringing his hand to his cock. He’s much more sensitive now than before since he’s just had his orgasm. He ponders on what lay behind those eyes of yours, staring him down intensely as he tries to focus on himself.

It doesn’t take much for him to be hard, especially with how your hands feel on his thighs. It’s shameful to see himself leaking so much already, a lot quicker than when he did this alone earlier.

His hips convulse while he strokes himself, “Aren’t you eager?” You ask him, but that just makes him whine impatiently.

This is a lot tamer than he had imagined but that doesn’t erase the satisfaction that he’s getting right now.

“I might cum…” He simply says, still keeping at the same pace.

“Are you asking for permission?”

Zandik whimpers out softly, nodding his head at your question.

“Do you think you deserve it?”

Does he? He thinks he does, but what if you don’t think the same way? A loud gasp escapes him, he can’t hold it for much longer. Tears start to form again from his ducts, a sobbing mess who just wants to please you as much as he can.

Chants of your name and pleading continue, yet it won’t seem like you’re taking that as an answer.

A  sudden pain shocks his entire body when he feels your nails digging down his thighs. Each second is a nightmare, your nails going deeper and deeper as blood drips down to his sides, staining the sheets of his bed.

God, that feels so fucking good.

“H-Hurts…” He says.

“Yeah? Maybe, If you answer my question, I’ll let you go.” You continue pressing on the newmade wounds, raising a moan out of him.

“I-I don't know…”

“Ah, but Zandik. Aren’t you the smart one?”

He sobs, he’s supposed to agree with you but doesn’t find it in his mind to do so right now. “Please—can’t hold it.”

You continue to stare at him in silence, even as Zandik loses control, apologizing repeatedly for finishing with your say.

His thighs twitch every few seconds, his eyelids getting heavier when he tries to focus on the fact that you’re still on top of him.

“My, I’m still here you know?” 

You make that perfectly clear when you shove your fingers into his gaping mouth, the taste of his own cum and blood makes him gag, yet you continue to push your fingers down his throat. He slobbers all over them, yet he takes it with no resistance. He wants you to go even deeper, to ruin his throat.

Eventually, you pull away. The sound that comes out of him is hoarse, yet he still stares at you with loving eyes.

“Want you.” Zandik begs, 

“Prove it, darling.”

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i wanna be your slave modern au! genshin men x yandere! reader

summary:  in which the reader kidnapped the genshin men, not knowing that they enjoy the chains and the feeling of being their captive. character(s): il dottore, childe, albedo content warning(s): dark content, yandere behavior on both the reader and genshin characters’ side, mentions of blood and violence, kidnapping, animal cruelty; they/them pronouns used for reader author’s note: got lazy on childe’s part. send me some asks plk.

il dottore il dottore is such a strange boy. he sits alone on his corner in the classroom, fiddling with another of his small experiments on his cramped and messy desk. with a crazed grin, he pins different varieties of bugs on his little boards. sometimes it won’t even be little bugs. sometimes it will be bigger, a huge mariposa or a particularly large moth. but there are also times where they’ll see him pinning something living other than bloodless insects. at times it will be frogs, who’ll croak as he pin it alive to one of his flat boards. at days it will be birds, innocent and harmless, yet got their wings clipped by the blue-haired boys maniacal fingers. and at some days, it will be nothing. his board will be empty, void of a poor soul, as his nails rest on his pale palm and he eyes one of their classmates. a mad grin will always settle on the strange kid’s half-covered face as his eyes rest on one of their classmates, as his fingers caress his board delicately and murmur something. like a maniac, he look at another human being as if controlling a desire to pin them like one of his poor subjects.

but that is when his eyes are not on them.

il dottore is that strange classmate of them. who wears a mask that covers half of his face and hoods whatever emotion his face displays. they can’t even see what color their eyes are.

il dottore is a weird kid, and it’s not a personal sentiment that only they have. a lot of their classmates do. what a weird teen that often gets his stomach kicked in the hallways. the blue-hair weirdo who only laughs and shields himself with his arms as some particularly nasty schoolmates assault his body. but strangely enough, the same kids becomes missing the next day if not lose a limb. one even got a hole on their palm as if someone drove a nail on it. huh, strange.

il dottore is a strange kid, a weird classmate, but an interesting one.

when they’re feeling particularly intrigued, they’ll peek their head over his shoulder as his hands commit crimes against nature. curiously, they’ll ask intellectual questions about his pinned subjects and wonder for his purpose on his experiments. does he see it as an aesthetic? is it for a scientific purpose? or does il dottore merely enjoys the sight of a squirming living being, struggling to live and free its bound limbs? more often than not, il dottore doesn’t answer… but he murmurs something under his breath, too quiet and even disturbing to be heard by anyone.

once, they felt rather nice, elated by a certain situation that now they forgot. in their good mood, they even decided to interrupt the assault on il dottore’s poor body and lend him a hand. ah, he look particularly pretty with that nosebleed. perhaps they should’ve ignored it for a little more while to see more. but when dottore accepted their hand, his lips contorted into something that is neither a smile or frown, with a line of blood trailing from his nose down to his chin, they thought it was worth it. especially when they saw his crazed eyes on them. it’s a beautiful red.

what a lovely addition he is… to their collection of beautiful things.

they’re unsure whether the blue-haired boy is simply naïve or careless. he even failed to notice that someone already tampered with his drink. not that they will care if he actually noticed. all that matters is that il dottore is like a butterfly that got caught in their web. now, all for them to take. a blue butterfly for them to pin.

they watched as il dottore slowly wakes up from his unconscious state. as his red eyes takes on his surroundings. a ribbon loosely tied to his neck. more ribbon tied to each of his wrists, binding him to the armchairs of his throne. ah, il dotttore look quite beautiful with mere laces tying him. with easy to be ripped ribbons holding him together, like a present for them. a twisted one.

yes, il dottore looks captivating. but with his mask blocking his face, how can they see his beautiful red eyes?

and so they stepped closer to their lovely subject. they can feel his gaze as they watch them. but whatever emotions brew behind those beautiful ruby eyes of him that hides behind his mask, feels far from a prey. they cannot see it but il dottore’s glare feels as if a predator eyeing another predator.

“how pretty.” they finally murmured when their hands touch the material of his mask and lifted it from his pale face. how pretty. how beautiful. as the mask that became a part of their weird classmate was finally removed revealing something that is truly worth being displayed underneath. a giddy smiled slowly crawled to their lips as they stand in front of the seated and bound dottore. they watch over him, looking at him in the eye as a pair of ruby stare back at them.

il dottore have that crazed look in his eyes, the same one that glistens when he pins his tiny subjects on their board.

however, this time it is uncertain whether it is them he wants to pin… or it is him that aches to be pinned.

childe childe is dumb, a loud dumbass.

that tall, popular basketball player who is the literal star of the team. who practically shines as he place his hands on his knees to catch his breath as sweat glistens his body. childe, that rich, popular varsity player, who always get the loudest scream when he scores on the court. who sends a playful wink to their direction whenever he successfully made a shot. who more often than not got hit in the face with a ball for being too distracted looking at them. childe, that dumb and loud dumbass, who’ll always run to them like a puppy whenever the game ends. who’ll present them with a huge happy grin as he takes the bottle of water and towel on their hands.

childe, that loveable but loud dimwit, who’ll bend to their height so they can feed him with his favorite snack that they offered.

he’s that ginger who’ll take a bite from the snack they prepared for him, chew for a moment, before grinning brightly again. as usual, he’ll say in his happy-go-lucky tone. “you really know what I like!”

childe, handsome but loud, charming but naïve, popular but dumb. too naïve to even notice the dark look in their eyes and the smirk on their lips as he mindlessly drink the water from the bottle they gave him. too dumb in fact, that he even failed to realize the sinister trap laid for him. what a naïve and dumb ginger.

and since childe is so dumb, they ought to protect him. he’s too naïve. innocent. he doesn’t know what those flock of girls can do to him. they better protect him… and hide him from everyone.

but where’s the naïve and innocent part in the man before them? where’s that seemingly carefree ginger on the court? how can the childe they always see at school be the same ginger in front of them, tied with blood trickling down his nose yet he only chuckles. who only laughed louder and more maniacally when they slapped him. who only cooed when they told him that they’ll ever let him escape. who now doesn’t look at them with innocence and a huge grin but with dazed eyes and a bloody smirk.

where’s the naïve and innocent childe? where’s that dumb, dumb childe?

but it doesn’t really matter, doesn’t it? as long as he’s theirs. as long as he’s tied for them to selfishly play with. as long as he’s a captive protected by them.

“i think I’ll be keeping you here.” they murmured as they straddle his stomach, the leash of the collar on his neck tightly held by them.

but they only got the same reply. a breathy laugh, one that is hard to distinguish between a moan and a chuckle. “you really know what i like.” albedo

“how smart are you?”

once, they asked the golden boy, albedo. and it’s not an overstatement to call him a ‘golden boy’. he practically shines, especially when he sits on the classroom’s window, his sketchpad on his knee, as the sound of pencil dancing on paper fills the air. he practically shines when the sunlight grace his light locks and the sun ray kiss his pale, pristine skin. as the wind blows his light hair and he tucks a stray lock behind his ears. ah, albedo, the golden boy. he makes a picturesque scene just by sitting on the window and holding the sun’s spotlight.

but albedo is more than just a pretty face. when the heavens rained talent on mortals, albedo is on the cloud, the one  who makes the rain. a talented pretty boy, who’s smart enough to advance many grades but strangely enough stayed on their class.

and it made them ask their question. “how smart are you?”

albedo looked at them with his azure eyes, the cunning and beautiful eyes that hides a certain intelligence behind them. not that it is a secret that the man is practically a genius.

“smart enough,” he answers them, “to get what I want.”

and it made them giddy. albedo is a pretty boy, a smart lad, an interesting kid. and the last matters more than the first two.

that’s why albedo shouldn’t have found it strange when he felt a hard smack behind his head. the golden boy shouldn’t have been surprised when as he walk home on his favorite dark, secluded road, something hard harshly slapped the back of his head. he shouldn’t be shocked when he just found himself chained on a chair, in the middle of an unfamiliar room. not that albedo looks shocked in the least. he looks placid, as if he belongs there and is not taken against his will.

and they failed to noticed it.

an euphoric laugh escaped their lips, giddy on the ecstasy of having tevyat academy’s golden child in their basement.

“do you want to escape~?” they cooed at albedo, the key to the locks on his chains in their hand. the key, albedo’s sole hope to escape, follows their hand movements as they wave it maniacally. “then escape! that is if you’re actually smart enough to do so~”

albedo watched them with careful eyes, taking on their high form as they laugh in hysteria. they laugh in triumph as they got him at their mercy, his whole body bound by cold, heavy chains. they laugh in success as finally, they got albedo.

and albedo joined them in their laughter… for this is also his victory.

finally, the days of being interesting paid enough. the many hours of sitting by the window to look particularly captivating, the way he stayed in their class when he could’ve advanced, the dark, lonely path he takes purposefully to go home… all of it finally paid off.

apparently, albedo is smart enough to get what he wants… chained and a captive of them.

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“Haha your pal Sampo seems to have gotten into a bind..”

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Can I have "tell me how you like it" with xiao? Congratz on 200 followers <:

24. tell me how you like it

⇢˚⋆ ✎ ˎˊ sub!xiao x gn!reader

note // thankyou sm anon <3 i hope you like this!! ill be honest here; my characterization of xiao isnt really spot on (says the person who made a xiao rant about the mischaracterizations of xiao during smut yes i am a hypocrite) so... i tried haha i hope you like it!!

cw // slut-shaming (only once), soft xiao hehehhehe, not really smut actually its mostly feels

nsfw under the cut!

"y/n... can you not lift my legs up on your shoulders like that?" xiao mutters, hiding his face into his shoulder as you thrust your fingers inside of him. how cute.

"hm? are you shy, xiao?" you tease lightheartedly, setting his leg to the side. when you see xiao bury his head in even deeper and when you don't get a comment regarding the respect of the adepti or karmic debt, you sigh. "okay. i'm sorry, xiao. come out, now." your honey-sweet tone coaxes him out, looking at you with teary eyes. "that's it. tell me if it feels bad. tell me how you like it, okay?"

internally, xiao was probably having a panic attack. forcing him to be vocal while performing one of the most horrendously sinful acts two people could ever commit? the thought of it alone probably made him shiver. you had this thing about reading others' minds, and sometimes the ability could really come in handy. for this instance, in fact.

"do you want me inside?" you prompt, straddling him and pulling your fingers out, stroking his cock in languid motions. he nods in response, clearly adamant on not talking. "come on, use your words. you can do that, right?"

"...can you..." xiao whispers. "...do it inside?" he looks the other direction, squirming. even adepti have to give in to their carnal desires once in a while.

"hm," you're contemplating on whether to tell him to speak up or fuck him, ultimately deciding to be nice today. "that's my xiao. you wanna be on top today?" you say, rubbing his slit once before removing your hand. he whines, embarrassingly loud, but it's fine if it's only for you.

"no," he murmurs in response. "i want to look at your face, too."

screw being nice. "is the slut finally asking for what he wants? and so needy, too." you grind against the space between his legs, glaring down at him.

to your surprise, tears start to well up. "i'm not... a..." xiao looks ashamed, bottom lip quivering. "m' not a slut. don't call me that." he says it so quietly, you almost miss it.

"ah..." you freeze up for a moment, not expecting this. "i'm sorry, xiao. tell me if you don't like what i call you next time, 'kay?"

he sniffles and nods, pressing his nose to yours and pulling you in for a tender kiss. it's all tongue and no teeth, the flavor of his mouth driving you insane. you moan into his mouth, grinding your hips against his.

"y/n, do it now." xiao groans into your ear, throwing his arms back over your neck. you attack his neck, sucking softly onto his skin and looking up at him with an expression of pure adoration.

"you didn't have to ask, xiao."

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||Teamaker, Tea-taster||

??? x gn!reader

tw: blood, knife, wounds

cw: knife play(?), blood play (?), humiliation, degrading, sadism, masochism, yandere themes, a little smidge of angst ;), blood consumption on both sides, sub character, dom reader, just spice no smut :P

part two of this. part three

this took fucking ages, i am hungry and i need to piss much fun with this :P also thx for so many likes on the first part, expect more in the future

FEMALE ALIGNED DO NOT INTERACT (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY)

it has been a few weeks since you and him finally went your separate ways. well he did anyway.

he never once approached or bothered you in any kind of way. his teasing stopped and he seemed to be rather fond of getting as far away as possible from you.

which you didn't mind but.... your life form then on has been kind of... boring; bland in a way. there's always this nagging feeling at the back of your head that something is missing and you hated it.

but you also couldn't go back to the way it had been before since it hindered your performance of work.

at least now you didn't get an earful every evening from pierro because you messed up.

with a quiet hum you continued your every growing stack of paperwork you oh-so hated.

but the cop of tea that rested in your fingertips made it bearable.

you refilled you cup and put in a few pieces of rock sugar. it went best with the tea you had. which was a white tea with jasmin and rose, the fine subtle flavour of the sugar was perfect as to not overwhelm the soft flavours, unlike honey does. that'd be a shame.

you always liked you tea sweeter. it reminded you of when you were younger.

he was so so bothered.

and he despised it so much.

ever since that day he cannot for the life of him concentrate on the tasks given to him. whether it be simple or hard.

the second he stops thinking about the task his mind wanders to such a different place, it was embarrassing.

and there was the problem that you were still around. on meetings, on missions in a random hallways and everytime you passed he went beet red as he rushed to get away. his body doing uncomfortable things to him and his mind.

he was so confused. how could you, you of all the people have such affect on him.

you didn't even do anything. you just did what he had asked for. and now he was stuck deep inside the mess. and he was to deep to back out.

he even asked the first harbinger and the tsaritsa herself for some mission far far away, which was not granted.

it was frustrating and at some point he came to the humiliating conclusion he had to do something about it, but not just with anyone of course, it had to be you.

just like it always has been.

it was night now, around 1am and you were still awake, like always, sitting infront of the fireplace in your room, like always. you had finished your paperwork for the day and started relaxing with a nice cup of black tea with pink rose.

it had a nice tangy-ness to it that nicely removed the bland and utterly disgusting flavour from the back of your throat.

you closed your eyes relishing in the way your taste buds seemed to bloom at the flavour.

but...

something seemed to be missing.

you thought nothing of it until a quiet 'badum' 'badum' in a rapid pace caught your attention.

a heartbeat. and a fast one at that.

if you had to guess, the individual was nervous, or scared, or excited.

you pondered about who it could be, if it is a fatui agent or another harbinger. who knows maybe it was an assassin sent to kill you.

though that seemed rather unlikely.

without thinking any further you moved from your place at the floor to your door and the noise got louder.

what you hadn't expected was him when you opened the door, prepared to knock with a trembling hand lifted in the air.

now the both of you were surprised.

but you took in his face, it was red, extremely so, and it got redder by second as he started to realize.

a smile made it was to your face as you leant against the side of your door.

"well who do we have here? the little 'peacemaker' has made a reappearance in my life, what a turn of events"

oh how you loved to see him so- so

embarrassed, humiliated, so close to breaking.

and you didn't even do anything.

you never did.

it was something new, something you might need more often in your life. so it wasn't as boring.

(would you have not been engrossed in the moment you would've noticed the missing feeling of forgetting something)

"you- i-i" he started, and stuttered. it was so unlike him. the usually confident and teasing nature completely washed away.

hah, all you did was look at him.

pathetic.

"well? would you be so kind and tell me what you need me for? i was just about to relax and my 'leaf water' is getting cold, i'm afraid i do not have taht much time on my hand"

you were egging him on, leading him to were exactly you wanted him to be.

he knew it.

and yet... he took it like a dog. like the pathetic little dog he was.

he hated himself so much right now, now more than ever.

"do it" he finally got out of his mouth and his eyebrows furrowed.

but you only smiled more.

god you had such an enticing smile. archons it was going to be the death of him.

"do what? explain it for me, please?" you asked, seemingly confused.

he wanted to hit you so bad right about now.

"you- you wanted to know how i taste like, right? i am giving you permission to use my-...... body liquids. whichever you please"

oh archons he was really doing this.

your smile turned mischievous as you subtly looked around the hallway of your room.

he couldn't even react as his body was pulled inside and trapped between you and a wall.

you looked down on him, just like he used to do with you. you reversed the roles faster than he could believe.

and he fucking loved it.

he love the way you treated him, the way you handled him, the way your body looked and smelled

the way you walked and talked and went about your day.

with love sick, half lidded eyes he gazed into yours.

he fucking loved you, the thought of you. truly, he didn't know you so he couldn't love you as a person, just as the thing you made him see and believe.

you led him on just like you did with everyone else.

and he knew that, but af this point in time he didn't care, he wanted you, in whichever way possible.

he needed you or he might really go insane.

(as if he wasn't already)

with smooth movements you picked up his hand by his wrist, pulling a knife from your thigh-strap with your other hand.

"are you sure? you don't seem to be in the right mind right now?"

for anyone else this might've sounded sincere, but this is you we are talking about.

you were mocking him.

"i am you-" just as he wanted to go off and insult you in your face, you cut into his wrist, not to deep as to kill him of course, you wanted to keep you little 'peacemaker' to yourself for a while.

nobody would want him anyway and you were going to make sure no one was going to be good enough.

he should always crawl back to you.

he groaned in slight discomfort, but the white pain did nothing to sooth his incoming lust for more.

"lets try your pretty red blood first shall we? the metallic taste will go amazing with the sweetness of the white tea" you laughed quietly as you went to get your tea cup.

his mind was dazed and didn't even realize you went away, before you came back.

you gently took his still bleeding wrist again and dragged your tongue against the still flowing liquid.

you reached the wound and begun sucking and lapping at it as if your life depended on it.

when you decided you had enough you took a sip for your cup and let the flavours mix and do its wonders.

you closed your eyes.

he twitched and stared in wonder. would you like it? was it good? does he want to try? was he allowed to ask?

you were so close.

you let the flavour swish around in your mouth as he watched, a drop of diluted red running down your lip and chin, to your throat then vanish under you clothes.

"eyes up here" you whispered and took his face into your free hand, so he looked into your eyes.

you chuckled at his lustful gaze.

he was sure with the way you looked into his eyes you could read his mind.

"do you want to try? does my little 'peacemaker' want to try aswell?"

"i d-do- please let me try please"

oh he was so delicious. he looked so delicious while begging. you couldn't get enough.

you took your hand from his face and put your knife against your thumb, pressing and cutting into your finger.

he didn't get it at first but when you put your thumb against his wet, puffy lips and ordered "suck" he knew.

and he got even more excited, his body was showing symptoms he had almost never before.

he sucked on your finger, coating it in the same warm liquid he spit into your tea not to long ago.

you watched this pathetic little man take your thumb like the desperate little whore he was. amusing really, how this mighty harbinger got reduced to nothing but a stuttering, sucking and begging mess in a matter of a few minutes.

heh, you loved that- that thought that only you could do that.

you took a big sip of the tea, emptying the cup completely and he looked at you with glossed over dazed eyes.

his lips tainted the color of your blood and his face almost had the same color.

oh archons, who gave you such a blessing.

you dove in, connecting his lips with yours as he let out a startled sound.

you spit the white tea into his mouth and even tasted a little bit of your own blood as you shoved your tongue into his throat.

your desperate make out didn't last long. yet he yearned for more and more and more, more of something he couldn't get.

a sting of reddish saliva connect your tongue to his closed lips.

"come one, swallow now. lukewarm tea is bad tea" you tilted up his chin and as ordered, he swallowed.

him and his body, were so desperate, so so fucking desperate.

"please- fucking- please" you noticed in the tremble of his voice just how fucking needy he was now.

"how pathetic, really" you sneered, and he whimpered.

he might've just came on the spot.

he watched as your eyebrows furrowed, confused.

"did- did you really just- i didn't even touch you! just how much of a fucking whore are you?" you ful on laughed now.

just now he noticed the slight dampness of his pants and he clenched his eyes shut.

"well then- seems like i have another flavour to taste test"

"fucking bitch....

my bitch, only mine- forever and ever~"

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Can I have "tell me how you like it" with xiao? Congratz on 200 followers <:

24. tell me how you like it

⇢˚⋆ ✎ ˎˊ sub!xiao x gn!reader

note // thankyou sm anon <3 i hope you like this!! ill be honest here; my characterization of xiao isnt really spot on (says the person who made a xiao rant about the mischaracterizations of xiao during smut yes i am a hypocrite) so... i tried haha i hope you like it!!

cw // slut-shaming (only once), soft xiao hehehhehe, not really smut actually its mostly feels

nsfw under the cut!

"y/n... can you not lift my legs up on your shoulders like that?" xiao mutters, hiding his face into his shoulder as you thrust your fingers inside of him. how cute.

"hm? are you shy, xiao?" you tease lightheartedly, setting his leg to the side. when you see xiao bury his head in even deeper and when you don't get a comment regarding the respect of the adepti or karmic debt, you sigh. "okay. i'm sorry, xiao. come out, now." your honey-sweet tone coaxes him out, looking at you with teary eyes. "that's it. tell me if it feels bad. tell me how you like it, okay?"

internally, xiao was probably having a panic attack. forcing him to be vocal while performing one of the most horrendously sinful acts two people could ever commit? the thought of it alone probably made him shiver. you had this thing about reading others' minds, and sometimes the ability could really come in handy. for this instance, in fact.

"do you want me inside?" you prompt, straddling him and pulling your fingers out, stroking his cock in languid motions. he nods in response, clearly adamant on not talking. "come on, use your words. you can do that, right?"

"...can you..." xiao whispers. "...do it inside?" he looks the other direction, squirming. even adepti have to give in to their carnal desires once in a while.

"hm," you're contemplating on whether to tell him to speak up or fuck him, ultimately deciding to be nice today. "that's my xiao. you wanna be on top today?" you say, rubbing his slit once before removing your hand. he whines, embarrassingly loud, but it's fine if it's only for you.

"no," he murmurs in response. "i want to look at your face, too."

screw being nice. "is the slut finally asking for what he wants? and so needy, too." you grind against the space between his legs, glaring down at him.

to your surprise, tears start to well up. "i'm not... a..." xiao looks ashamed, bottom lip quivering. "m' not a slut. don't call me that." he says it so quietly, you almost miss it.

"ah..." you freeze up for a moment, not expecting this. "i'm sorry, xiao. tell me if you don't like what i call you next time, 'kay?"

he sniffles and nods, pressing his nose to yours and pulling you in for a tender kiss. it's all tongue and no teeth, the flavor of his mouth driving you insane. you moan into his mouth, grinding your hips against his.

"y/n, do it now." xiao groans into your ear, throwing his arms back over your neck. you attack his neck, sucking softly onto his skin and looking up at him with an expression of pure adoration.

"you didn't have to ask, xiao."

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how very unbecoming of you, doctor.

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ABOUT THIS POST….

can I just say that it was so good lmaodjwpsow no but seriously I (s)creamed.

like tsundere xiao burning up from sheer embarrassment?! forever imprinted in my brain, never letting it go <3

like xiao just,, lowering his head while jumping himself on your thigh avoiding eye contact. would pay to force him to look at me, grabbing his cheeks/tugging at his hair.

help me crying sub!xiao turns me on too much what do i do

♡ i was trying to give a short response but things kinda went out of hand sooo ... this is pt 2 to this btw!

♡ tags: threesome kinda?, thigh-riding, humiliation, making them kiss, degradation & praise, cum exchange

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hold his chin up with your hand and force him to look at you. "ganyu's been such a good girl, you can be like her, right?"

you can immediately feel him heat up under your hand, his eyes growing unfocused as he nods his head with a silent 'yes' before absentmindedly taking your thumb in his mouth. ganyu is so obviously absorbed in watching you both; eyes following your hand and landing on xiao's beautiful face. she couldn't get her eyes off him, and how could you blame her when he looked like this? panting and letting out hot breaths against your already wet thumb, soaked from his saliva. you had to grab her ass and push her against you to remind her to keep grinding.

poor xiao starts tearing up when you stare at him so intensely like that when he's doing something so.. dirty. his eyes get glassier with every blink until the tears finally roll down his cheeks, slightly stinging, before he lets go of your thumb n almost chokes on his own spit as he races to beg you, "please, please, i can't!" but you just push your knee up higher to help him get off faster. baby starts trying to grab something, anything around him for support (including you, ganyu, and the air) but finds nothing, ultimately leading him to almost collapse if you hadn't caught him n smashed your lips against his. make out with him, make it all sweet n sloppy to remind him how dirty and pathetic he looks right now. he just spills his load right then and there, moaning desperately into your kiss. saliva still connects you both when you separate, but quickly cuts off when you smile at him.

"look at how much you came! did our kiss really break you that hard?," you ask, only to receive no response except for him choking back his tears. you pick up some of his cum with your fingers and pull back ganyu by her hair; sweet girl completely submitting herself to you, even lolling her tongue out as soon as she saw your fingers. "you're gonna taste xiao's cum now, okay?" you ask, allowing her to respond with a 'mhm' before slipping your cum-coated fingers into her mouth as she hummed against them, sucking sweetly. fuck, was she really enjoying this that much? humming against your fingers? not to mention the way she was looking up at you.. it was like she was drunk on the feeling of how many times she's cum, the taste, the way you're looking down at her so proudly.. it all made her just whimper. shove some of xiao's cum into his own mouth too, scissoring your fingers in his mouth and rolling them around his tongue. "why don't you share some of that with our pretty girl, yeah? i don't think she's had enough," you whisper in his ear, but he doesn't move an inch. did he hear you? "kiss ganyu, ya pretty slut. you're the one that made a mess, only right for you to clean it up." you say loud enough for both to hear this time, but he still doesn't move. poor boy, you probably really broke him.

"i-i'll do it, master," ganyu whines out before turning to xiao, "fuck, your cum tastes so good, i'm sorry!" he doesn't have much time to process before ganyu practically leaps at him, tongue out, shoving it into his mouth, desperately trying to scoop any cum out of it. "pweash, p-pweash, kish me back," she mumbles into the kiss, and xiao just gives up, finally moving his lips against hers. he couldn't even control his own actions anymore, body moving on its own, drool running into ganyu's mouth and down his chin. fuck, if only they could see how lewd and pathetic they looked to you; just two pretty sluts getting off on your thigh while exchanging cum with each other all feverishly.. just the sight made you throb.

"mm, we should give ganyu's cum a taste too, right?"

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Sub!scara getting jealous of the interaction's between reader and dottore, so he flirts with one of the guest. Only to end up punished and overstimulated at the end of the night.

please and thank you. Take care and have a nice day, night, or afternoon. See you next ask♡

A little bit jelly

characters: sub!scaramouche x gn!dom!reader

warnings: overstimulation, degrading, dacryphillia, breeding, orgasm denial

notes: i had to rely on my maladaptive daydreaming for this one. takes place after scaramouche’s defeat era but reader and scara came across dottore during a sumeru festival.

i’m so sorry i took soo long😭😭 see you at the next ask and please come again by the cafe!

ever since the defeat of scaramouche from his false godhood and the therapy sessions with nahida and the aranaras, he’s mentality has been getting better and better. not all of his trauma is healed yet but hey he’s working on it!

and it seems like the people of sumeru has held another grand festival in the name of the lesser lord kusanali. of course a festival is nothing if it doesn’t invite everyone who wants to join of course. however not everyone is an exactly a welcome guests. that includes dottore, the 2nd of the fatui harbingers.

don’t get me wrong, just because a guest isn’t a welcome one doesn’t mean they would be shoo-d out. but your sweet boyfriend didn’t like it. not at all. seeing dottore casually talking to you with a carefree, lopsided smile while he has to stand back and try not to march over where you two are and make out with you was hard. so hard to the point he accidentally put out the lanterns around him with his newfound anemo power.

and there dottore was. chatting with you as if you two were old friends, reunited after years of not seeing each other. throwing a snide remark about how your loving darling was a failure, how he can be a better boyfriend for you and how he was even better than him in all ways while you tried your hardest not to break his jaw.

the last straw for your darling was the doctor leaning against you like you two were lovers and whispering in your ears. that’s it. he’s had enough.

pulling a random citizen close by their waist, scaramouche started to flirt with them. compliment after compliment, flirty remark after one another, it even seemed like the fool was falling for his trick.

looking sideways for your lover’s help only to see him throwing flirtatious remarks with some fool, something in you snapped. first was dottore and now this? that’s it, you’ve had it. pushing the blue haired man away from yourself and striding over to where your lover is with a fuzzy mind, everyone around you backed away.

“so, what do you say if we meet up more oft-hey! let go of me you-?!” when scara was suddenly pulled away and collided with a broad chest, he knew he fucked up big time. looking up at you with a wide eyes and a shuddered breath, the dark look in your eyes made him shiver. was it anticipation? fear? excitement? he didn’t know. but frankly he didn’t care since he finally have your attention on him now! and only him alone.

“forgive us but a sudden work has popped up for me and my lover” sending a sweet smile towards the stranger, you quickly walked back home with your lover struggling to catch up with you.

as soon as the door to your small shared home is closed, scaramouche found himself trapped against the wall in a hungry kiss. he didn’t mind it, this was his plan after all. moaning into the kiss and grinding his ass on your legs, your short lover was starting to grow restless. why weren’t you touching him already?!

it seemed like his wish will be granted for soon he soon found himself thrown into the bed harshly. anticipating your next moves with lust drumming in his veins, scaramouche looked up at you with a cloudy purple eyes.

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“aanngh-gyah! c-cumming! cummingcummingcum-!” scaramouche helplessly whined and sobbed as you kept fucking him stupid. but just as he was about to reach his peak you pulled out again, leaving his hole feeling empty and hips twitching.

“NO! nonononono! p-put it back! [name]~ put it ba-ackk! please!” more tears fell down his face for the pleasure you denied him of. sticking out his stretched, gaping hole and wiggling his ass for you, he hoped it would be enough to lure you back in. you’ve been denying his orgasm for hours and it fucking hurt.

“sniff… please? p-please? hic i-i won’t do it again…” seems like your precious boy has completely gave up. sniffling and praying to any archons, scaramouche wailed and trashed around when your thick length entered his hole again. a mess of desperate “please” and “i’ll be good”-s tumbled out of his mouth. well, you were mean to him for long enough, you supposed.

“cum for me love” letting out a loud wail and blabbering “thank you”-s, scaramouche came all over the sheets, hands scrambling to hold anything. some even squirted on his tummy. laying flat on his stomach as his legs had finally gave out, your sweet boy tried to catch his breath. but you aren’t done with him yet.

“haah haah [n-naME]?! S-SHTOP! WHA-WHAT AANGGGH~!!”

“shh, it’s okay baby boy. you did some stupid shit today so you have to learn how to pay for it. or else you’ll never learn” kissing his shoulder, you ignored his incoherent sobs for you to stop and continued to thrust into his sloppy hole.

“i’ll just make you dumber and dumber scara. until the only thing you can scream is my name”. that night was filled with scaramouche wailing and sobbing your name, begging for forgiveness.

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I need to leave my horny thoughts with someone and I chose you to be my victim but like am I the only one who goes absolutely feral over the thought of aftercare. Like I look at characters like scaramouche with the urge to absolute ruin him but like I want to take care of him too. I give him many kisses mwah mwah.

God damn it I'm so fucking gay

Darling boy

Characters: sub!scaramouche x dom!reader

Warnings: like i always make my reader’s nb so everyone can feel included i do say cock but it can be thought of as a strap on too, hair pulling, crying, a bit of blood, mirror-fucking (kind of), a bit of dumbification, feminization, marking, a bit of a creampie ig???

and as a tradition no proof read, we die like a true horny mfs

Notes: and i will happily be the victim nonnie😌but yeah sameee. i’m more of a gentle dom but i don’t mind being mean sometimes(only with consent tho) and the aftercare would be just me spoiling the shit outta my bbies. also i tried head cannons for this ask. hope u don’t mind nonnie luv😚💓

edit: i see we’re all horny today🥹feels good, feels organic😌also please don’t hesitate to send in an ask or a request i don’t bite OR stab (possibly). also also reblogs and comments are highly appreciated<3

oh scara scara scara

my favorite lovely brat

rough him up a bit he srsly wouldn’t mind it

mark him all up. the little whore wouldn’t mind showing off who he belongs to and who belongs to him

bite his neck, leave hickeys, bruise him up, and if the hickeys and love marks are starting to disappear, force him down and suck on the same spot

when you force him to sit still on your lap while marking him for long enough the little brat won’t hesitate to start grinding his needy neglected cock on your thighs

and when he feels nice and wants to be babied and spoiled by you, he would wear cute short pastel skirts and crop tops, a lace lingerie of your favorite color and favorite style

would lift up his tiny skirt to show you the see through lacy panties he chose and would ask “do i look pretty, love?”

pls spoil him, he needs it and definitely craves it even though he doesn’t say anything

buy him nice lingerie, accessories to go with it, clothes, spoil him, fuck him how he wants it

when you give him the gifts you got him or show him the tiniest bit of affection like goodbye kisses he just melts

put light make up on him just to watch as everything rolls down his face while his slutty hole gets absolutely wrecked by you

pull on his hair and make him watch himself get fucked stupid on the mirror opposite of your bed that you may or may not have put there purposely just for this reason

poor little scaramouche is so red and embarrassed of how you’re fucking his tiny self so good and deep to the point even a belly bulge is seen

he would whine and sob sooo prettily

“*hic* f-fuck me… mmoohre! pleashhee… i-i’ll be good hnng-ghh i’ll be shoshosho good! promishee”

and if you wanna leave him completely fucked out to the point he can’t even think of a single plea then press the cute belly bulge

baby boy would start trashing around with eyes blown wide and heart shaped pupils<3

“g-gAAANHHGG NO! NO NO NO! D-DON’T TOUCH ME THE-AAUUNNNGGH!!<3”

the prettiest crier fr fr😌

mouth open with his tongue lolling out, put your fingers in his mouth and gently pull on his tongue, it makes him cum right then and there on the spot

slowly but deeply fuck him, his eyes would turn into heart pupils real quick with his red eyeliner running down

make him suck your fingers, he has a bit of a hand kink, especially if you’re taller or your hand has some noticeable scars or/and blisters

heavily making out with him while turning his mind into a mushy mess has him whining and sobbing out so freely and loudly

LOUD and i cannot say this enough

would be even louder if you were to gently nibble on his lower lip and accidentally cause it to bleed

keep filling his cute slutty hole until he’s a sobbing mess who can’t even focus his eyes on you with his heart shaped pupils<3

but always be sure to take good care of him afterwards

since he’s short and a puppet i’m pretty sure he doesn’t weigh that much so manhandle him

princess carry your precious boy and have a nice refreshing bath with him, his mushy brain and marked body would enjoy the feeling

and always cuddling and a nice pillow talk where you just praise him and call him your good boy, your sweet prince is a must or else the brat will pout and ignore you in the morning🙄

hold him close to you while you both drift off to sleep

he’d have the cutest, pleased small smile🥹

“hnng - lub you too<3” —> his words not mine

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎: Mirror Sex + Childe

Notes: gn/dom reader, anal penetration (reader with a vague cock + fingering), slight bondage, my usual bullying childe attitude with softness ofc, some dirty talk, 1.1k words.

Childe stands in front of the mirror with his hands tied behind his back. He had a coy smile on his face, one that reminds you of a annoyingly playful fox. His cheeks are flushed a soft red, and his breath comes out in soft puffs.

You told him to keep his eyes on himself. Told him to watch his expressions, watch his leaking cock, and his entire body that jolts and twitches at your touch. You stant behind him, gazing at him through the reflection.

"Look at you, the ferocious Harbinger, under my control," you whisper into his ear and slide your arm around his waist. "I want you to see how weak you are for me."

Childe gulps as your hand slides up to his nipples. You pinch them simultaneously, and Childe gasps. You play with them for a bit, rolling them under your fingers and drawing circles. His cock produces beads of pearly precum that leak down his thickness.

"See how worked up you are just from having your nipples played with?" You blow into his ear causing him to jolt. His face lowers for a moment before you're grasping his chin to yank him in place. "Keep your eyes open, fatui~"

Your hands slide down to his cock and he sucks in a breath. You nibble on his ear, still watching him through the mirror, and grasp the shaft. His eyes nearly flutter close, but he wills them to stay open. While licking the outer shell of his ear, you slowly stroke him going antagonizingly slow.

His dark eyes watch your hand around his cock. The smile he worn in the beginning still on his face.

"Is this all?" He says in his usual cheery tone but with a dangerously feisty edge.

You narrow your eyes. "Don't get cocky now. Understand the position you're in."

You run up to his tip and massage the slit, causing Childe to release a few curses mixed with moans. He bites his lower lip to conceal them, but it does nothing to stop his hips from squirming.

"You're so cute when you try to hide it, maybe you should act cute more often. I'd pay more attention to you then."

You give his balls a squeeze and he groans. You continue to fondle them as you speak.

"You always bother me for my attention, I bet you're turned on by me just looking at you like some animal in heat."

His cock pulses at your words. His eyes meet your lustful ones, and he gulps knowing it's basically true.

His eyes widen when he feels something hard slap against his ass. It pokes through his folds. He thinks for a moment before realization washes over his red face. Your cock rubs all over his ass, and he can feel the slickness of it already.

"Again?" Childe laughs. "You fucked like this last time."

You click your tongue and remove your hands from his cock and rest them on his ass. You spread his cheeks until you see his pink hole twitching.

"You still seem eager though, and I bet you want me to just shove it in already."

Your velvety chuckle in his ear sends shivers down his spine. He almost gives a pleading look before shaking it away with his usual fox grin.

Before he can add anything, your (somehow) lubed fingers poke at his entrance. He instantly relaxes himself as they enter him. His body recognizes your touch, getting wetter and wetter, as you reach for his prostate. It doesn't take long until you have Childe vocalizing.

You kiss along his neck softly. The hotness of your breath tickles him, and he shivers, a giggle mixed in with his moans. You curl your finger and he squeaks. His cock dribbles with precum onto the floor.

"Are you ready?"

Childe leans his head back, his eyes still on his shameful reflection, and breathes out.

"Yes."

He can feel your lips on the back of his head and hear the small sound of smooching. Heat washes over his face again. No matter how rough you seemed to play, you always softened it over. Childe became addicted to that. That soft part of you, and it did not make you look weak at all to him.

His eyes involuntarily shut as you penetrate him. He welcomes the slight burn and stretch and your warm hands rubbing his hips soothingly. He watches himself drool and shudder, how his cock pulses and slaps against his stomach when you thrust into him.

"Keep your chin up and watch."

Your hand grasps his chin again. He's face to face with himself with your index finger pressed on his lips. He parts his lips so that your finger falls in. He feels you smirk into his skin, and you slide your finger in.

"Desperate to have something in your mouth? You look even more dirty."

Childe moans, curling his tongue around your finger. He stops momentarily to release harsh moans as you pound against his prostate. His legs are having a hard time standing, now buckling with every thrust.

He whimpers as his climax approaches. He sucks harder on your fingers until you pull them out. His tongue hangs out of his mouth like a dog.

"I-I'm gonna – ha! Hnn! Cum!" Childe feels his entire body light on fire as he watches his own body convulse. His cock ready to burst as it cries with precum. He swears he can almost see his stomach bulge with your cock. Tears prick at the corner of his eyes as his squeaking moans creates a faint fog on the mirror.

He feels so exposed.

You wrap your hand on his throat – not to choke – and hold it there. You stroke him with your thumb. It's warm. It feels like a collar but one he could take off anytime, but he didnt want to take your hand off.

"Go on, cum for me," you whisper into his ear as you thrust erratically, hitting his prostate dead on each time.

Childe cries out as he watches himself spill over. His cum splatters onto the floor, a bit even reaching onto the mirror. It looks like he came on himself. You continue thrusting to milk every drop out of him.

"Fuuuuck!" Childe hisses as he rides out the high, body stiffening. "So g-good! I lo– ha! Love you!"

Childe can't process what he just said until you slow down into shallow thrusts. He pants heavily when you come to stop, slowly pulling out of him.

Your lips graze around his neck. Soft smooches is the only sound aside from his breathing. His eyes are glued to the reflection, switching from his own lewd body to your soft expression as you kiss him.

Your eyes flash up and lock with Childe's. His own widen.

"I love you too."

His cock hardens again.

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Demon Taming

anon: may i suggest action 19 + “say please.” with sub!Scaramouche? 👀👉👈

notes: orgasm denial, GN/dom reader, vibrators, demon!sub!Scaramouche, slight petplay, Master/servant.

I hope you don’t mind I went a little wild with this prompt!! And @dainsleifs-vibrator 👉👈 hi I’m excited to show you even tho it’s not the angel!diluc I talked about 🥴

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"He's So Pretty" 🔞⚠️

Notes: feminization, masturbation sleeve, gn/dom reader, usage of "girlfriend", mild humiliation/degradation topped with comfort, mild vouyerism, no fem genitalia usage, cock shaming, body oil, orgasm control (adding it here bc I wanted to be more specific with the tags)

Here's the feminization fic you've all been so patient for! I actually hit 5k words!

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Your initial plan was to dress Xiao up and do his makeup to play around with your little lamb, but Xiao can't help the shame of overwhelming desire.

1.8k words. gn/dom reader. concubine au. light feminization. feelings of shame + slightly angsty. cumming untouched. light perversion. outside sex.

Xiao did not care for appearances. He did not care to worry about how he looked nor how others did. If your heart and mind were clean, then it reflected onto you outwardly.

You're his beloved God to whom he swore loyalty to, this time around it was earned, and he decided to hand himself over to you. He is yours, and although you can never be fully his, he is content.

The trust between you and him goes far beyond; the ability to become physical with him being a gift. There are so many ways to acknowledge the trust he has given you, and there's one special way he's not entirely sure of.

You've dressed him differently. The usual robes you uniform all your concubines in were replaced with a loose, white dress. Its long skirt reaching below his knee but did not touch his ankles. The sleeves puffed out slightly, and the chest had ruffles beneath the breast which was, assumingly, supposed to be filled out with the breasts he did not have. Xiao could only describe it as a dress, but you had compared it to a countryside women's dress, one might wear in a cozy cottage.

Xiao had only worn poor material, so the sleek feeling of the soft material running up and down his legs as he shifted made his head spin. His bottom felt less constricted with the skirt, even able to somehow feel a breeze when he had been standing. Now, he sits on the soft blanket in the garden with you, right under a large tree that bore fruits and blossoms.

His legs were tucked close to him, his feet bare. You held him close to your body as you applied makeup to his face. Your fingers held his chin steady.

"Keep your lips puckered now, darling."

Xiao kept his whimpers to himself as you played with his lips. Your eyes focused on them, looking up into his eyes to send him a sweet smile. It made him, also due to the sunbeams slipping through the leaves of the tree, have to close his eyes or else his chest would explode. It only appeared Spring in this place, but the heat scorching his body was unreal. He jumps as you release a purring chuckle.

"You look so precious little lamb, your expression makes me want to pet you. . ."

Xiao grips his dress in his fist at the nickname. You use it on everyone. Everyone here is your lamb, and you,out loud their beloved God. You make him feel so small, so helpless, so fragile, and he can no longer say those things make him think the worst. He embraces the way his legs go weak when you hold him, how his body shivers when you whisper in his ear, and how hot he becomes at the thought of you sometimes. Though never admitted outloud, Xiao wished to forget things and live life as your lamb. He has nothing outside this world for him to miss.

Xiao blinks when you pull off his lips. They feel moist and slightly sticky; there's an urge to lick his lips.

"Perfect." You turn Xiao's head side to side to admire his every view. His cheeks were dusted with pink of a blush you did not apply. You smirk at this. "You're so pink I almost needn't use any of the blush I have."

Your teasing laughter makes him weaker, tickling under his chin as he tries to turn his head away, though his pout only serves you more entertainment. Xiao then feels you gently smack his hip, causing him to jump.

"Stand now. I wish to get a full view of my work."

He does so with no hesitation at first. He still took orders from you seriously, moving without thinking. Only when he's standing in front of you does he feel shy. His hands rest awkwardly at his side, unsure what to do with them. He switches balance on each foot as he wonders how to stand that wasn't his usual formal or defensive stance. He immediately halts his thinking as he notices you chuckling into your sleeve, so obviously enjoying his twitching.

"Don't frown so much, pretty lamb, you'll get wrinkles." You make a spinning gesture at him. "Give me a little twirl."

Xiao does as he's told, spinning around once as a test. The skirt flares up to reveal the beginning of his knee. Xiao's eyes widen a fraction, gently shining. He bunches up a handful of the fabric and lifts up the skirt more as he twirls again. You catch a shy smile on his face, something rather rare and a special present for you. You rest your chin on your palm leaned on your knees, sighing dreamily as Xiao spins, also lost in his own dream.

His beauty makes you ache for him.

You sing his name with your arms outstretched. He awakens, shaking his head as he realizes what hes been doing, a burning red on his cheeks. He steps forward, though unsure of what you want him to do. He stares with a raised brow, then shivers when you grin. It washes away as quickly as it came, but Xiao was just as quick. You fiddle with the skirt of his dress.

"I think it's a bit wrinkled here. Some dust too."

Xiao goes stiff when you run your hand down his clothed thigh. The material was soft and thin. A gentle touch made it hard to decipher between bare and fabric. Xiao then shudders when you do it again on the other side. He's standing right in front of you, having some favor over your height as you stay seated. He bites his lower lip while fighting the urge to lean into you. How inappropriate it would be for him to turn this moment into something dirty. . .

Your touch leaves a light buzzing sensation like your brushing finger lingers on his skin despite it being gone. Underneath his gown is a stir rising to a problem. Guilt eats him up despite the foxish smirk upon your face, his conscience still holding back his own libido.

"All better." You open your legs to a criss-cross and pat the small space in between. "Sit with me."

His feet drag on the blanket, legs still weak and wobbly, and he gulps as he stares down at his dress. He cautiously tucks the bottom of his dress down when he sits. The action causes you to chuckle; sitting like a little lady is simply adorable. It doesn't go unnoticed by Xiao, but it seems he decides to ignore it. He tries to tuck his knees close to him, but your arm slips under them, stopping him. He gasps, momentarily struggling before relaxing.

"What's the matter, little lamb? Fidgeting in my hold like that. . ." You plant a wispy kiss behind the shell of his ear which elicits a breathy moan. Xiao slaps his hand over his mouth, but you pull it away.

Keeping your hold on his wrist, you continue your kissing. Your lips swept against his ear once more, blowing into his ear and licking the soft outer lobe until it was red. Xiao whines softly throughout the kisses. His legs try to move but your hold on them keeps him from pulling them any closer. He's held down in a bridal style, cradled to your body as you attack him.

Your nose nuzzles his warm neck. It pulses wildly, and your mouth waters at the thought of taking a bite, but you settle for a small nibble.

"Hn-nah!" Xiao squeals, his head tilting back. Your arm that holds his wrist acts as his netting to keep him from falling backward.

"I'm sorry lamb, it seems I've got a bit of a wolfish streak in me," you coo into his neck as you lick the spot you've left teeth marks in. You thought you'd take a little nibble, but the surprising noise Xiao had made had stirred you up a little, so the licks were an apology.

Xiao's body was on fire. It was buzzed and electrified. The cool, spring breeze contrasted on his heated body and made him sigh in relief. He's embarrassed at the way his body is reacting; torn apart and devoured by every aspect of with you whether it's simply touching, your voice or look. He was worried to look down at his own lap. The stir inside him grew larger. The worst part of all of it was that he wore no undergarments, and the fabric was oh so soft rubbing across him. Every time he fidgeted his dress would caress his tip, and it was hard not to move with how you kept touching him. He wishes you would hold him tighter, but he also deeply appreciates your dainty touch as if you didn't want to pull him around like a tool.

You've bent him back far enough to reach his Adam's apple, sucking on it like candy. His throat vibrates against your lips as he moans. He's not sure how much more he can handle of this; he feels he's about to explode. He feels overwhelmed by this onslaughter of affection. Hot, heavy affection.

Your lips finally drag upwards, leaving a trail of kisses from his neck to his chin to his drooling lips. The lipsticks will probably stain your own, but that's alright. A little mess of makeup is worth his strawberry-flavored lips. You greedily kiss him, and, surprisingly, he returns it nearly the same. He's a clumsy kisser, inexperienced, but desiring you as much as you to him.

Desire. Heat. Caresses. Kisses. Touches. Xiao's head is spinning. His coil in his gut is close to breaking, tipping over. At some point, you've released his wrist and now his hands are gripping your face to pull you closer to his lips, gasps and moans releasing from both your mouths.

Suddenly, he breaks, and his body jolts. His hips roll and his toes curl, suppressing broken moans with your lips which fail as you release him to stare at him. His eyes glaze over with tears. His body then stiffens with hips coming to a slow stop. He trembles in your arms.

You didn't notice the tent in his dress until now. A deep wet spot made the dress somewhat cling to his skin, clinging to the tip of his cock specifically. You pull back the skirt a little.

"N-No. . ." Xiao cries weakly, still gasping. "Don't look. P-Please."

Immediately you drop his skirt and cradle him to your chest, letting him cling to you and hide his face in your collarbone. You rub his back in slow circles.

"My, my, cumming untouched? How adorable you are my lamb."

"I've ruined the dress. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. . ." Xiao mutters over and over again until you hush him firmly, grabbing the back of his head to pull him away from hiding to look at you. His face is deep red with his eyes teary and bottom lip quivering.

"My lamb, Xiao, you're alright. You've ruined nothing. To feel such overwhelming pleasure is no sin here." You lean in and touch your nose to his, rubbing them together sweetly. "You were so cute too. Let me fulfill your desires again~"

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⊹ ☆ Childe x reader - ‘Pain’ ☆ ⊹

Summery: after you accidentally kick Childe while sparring, things gets a little spicy

Cw: masochist!childe, dom!reader, sub!childe, slapping, nipple play, handjob, cock slapping

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: I did not proofread this lol

The sparring sessions between you and Childe were not uncommon, as his desire to fight and your need for some sort of emotional release proved to make you two surprisingly good sparring partners, not to mention you and Childe were relatively evenly matched when it came to physical fighting. 

But something about today's match was different. Today you were especially angry, an ugly mix of some unresolved personal affairs and Childe’s witty mouth was beginning to chip away at your self-control. Not that either of you held back during your matches, but you and Childe had an unspoken rule to never actually seriously hurt each other. But as the match drew out, you were finding it increasingly more difficult to not just kick Childe full force into his stupid little face. And that's what you did. It took you a second to register that you had just round-house kicked Childe right in the face he adored so much, but when you did you went to make sure Childe was alright.

“Shit sorry man, I didn't think it would actually hit you” you apologise to the pouting Childe who is now crouched on the ground, rubbing his cheek. He quickly dropped the sulking kid act and bounced right up, ignoring the pain in his right cheek that would definitely lead to a bruise.

“Ehe it’s fine really, don’t worry, though I must say that was an impressive kick” he said, sounding too excited for someone who was just kicked in the face. 

You both quickly got back to the match, neither of you wanting to dwell on the injury, but as you continued to spar you couldn't help but notice something odd about Childe. For some reason, it seemed his reaction time had slowed, and his movements became more and more predictable. Normally you would just attribute the lack of focus to the fact you had just kicked him only a few minutes prior, but this was Childe, you had seen this man get stabbed and provide fight perfectly fine before.

Due to Childe's decline in attention, it didn't take long for you to swiftly pin him down to the floor, winning the match. You released his wrists from the tight hold you had on them, and as you were about to interrogate him about his strange behaviour, you felt something poking your ass. And of course, looking down to see what it was, you were greeted with Childe’s hard-on. 

“Well, I guess I lost” Childe said, obviously trying to quickly change the subject. But of course, you would not let that slide.

“Oh? What's this? I always knew you were some sort of messed up but I would have never guessed that you would be a masochist” you teased, and when he didn't respond to your comment, you continued. “So that's why you seemed distracted during the latter half of the fight, I was scared I had given you some sort of brain injury, turns out your just a whore” you said in a mocking tone. 

When he still didn't respond, instead looking off to the side while blushing, you harshly grabbed his jaw and jerked his head to look you in the eyes. “Come on, tell me the truth, do you like it when I hurt you?” you said, hoping to get a response from him, instead he just nodded his head while adverting his gaze once again.

“Use your words.” And at your command, he finally spoke. “S-shit, yeah I like it when you hurt me, s-so much” he groaned at the tight grip you had on his jaw. Finally gaining admission from him, you took it as permission to keep going. Letting go of his face you softly caress the spot where you had previously kicked him, and he subtly leaned his face in closer to your hand. As he relished in the soft and caring touch of your hand it suddenly disappeared, only to come back, not as a soft caress, but as a sharp slap across his cheek. Any guilt you may have had around slapping Childe quickly disappeared as you heard the high-pitched moan that left Childe’s mouth as you slapped him.

Grabbing his face once again you pull him into a harsh kiss. Shocked only for a second Childe began to kiss back desperately, trying to savour the feeling of your mouth against his. Amused by Childe’s desperate nature you begin to slowly rock your hips against his bulge, not only to see his reaction but to also soothe the growing ache between your legs. He begins to whine into your mouth causing a string of drool to escape the corner of his mouth, and you take it upon yourself to pull back from the kiss and strike him in the side of the face once more.

At the harsh slap, Childe’s soft whimpers erupt into a full-fledged moan, bucking his hips up into yours. As much as you love teasing Childe, you start to feel a bit impatient, you wanted to just ruin him already. Reaching down to the hem of his shirt, Childe eagerly raises his arms so you can rid of his shirt. Now that his shirt finally gone, you waste no time leaning down and capturing his nipple in your mouth, using your hand to play with his other one. He leans his chest into your mouth only to jerk back as you bit down and pinch his nipples but despite the way his body instinctively moves away from the pain he still moans out like a whore each time you harshly pinch and bite his nipples.

Moving away from his nipples you kiss down his torso until you reach his pants. Unbuckling his pants he lifts up his hips encouraging you to completely undress him, and so you slid down both his pants and underwear at once, his hard cock slapping onto his abdomen with a thud.

If you would've asked Childe if he would enjoy having his cock slapped only hours prior, he would've cringed at the mear thought of someone hitting such a sensitive place, but as you wrapped your hand around his length only to give it a harsh slap, Childe couldn't deny the mix of pleasure and pain felt incredibly good. After slapping it you wrapped your hand around his cock once again, but this time you showed some mercy as you finally began to jerk him off. And Childe began to lose his mind. Your hand felt so good and the after tingle of all the slaps and pinches was heightening the intense pleasure.

“A-ahh shit, that f-feels so good, don't stop” he practically whined as you pumped him at a hard but steady pace, enjoying the sounds he was making. As you continue to jerk him off he brings his hand to grip your forearm, squeezing it hard trying desperately to ground himself, but he made sure not to squeeze too hard to where you couldn't move the hand that was making him feel so good. It excited you to see tears forming at the corners of his eyes from the intense pleasure but you decided to break your silence to make sure he was doing ok.

“Mhh you're being such a good boy, you feeling good huh?, It's not too much, is it?” you coo, and he doesn't hesitate to reply.

“Yes! yesyes I'm feeling r-real good, not too much just -aah keep going im close” he moaned out, tears now freely flowing down the sides of his face. You keep going until feel his legs start to shake, and at just the last second before his orgasm, you pull your hand away. Feeling his orgasm be ripped away from him he practically sobs, but just as he opens his mouth to complain he nearly screams as you once again give a harsh slap to his cock. The slap sent him over the edge as he cums all over his stomach, hips bucking in the air as he practically sobs, he doesn't even think about how embarrassed he is going to be once he comes down from his high. And luckily he won't have to feel that embarrassment for now as he quickly falls asleep on the floor after coming down.

You can't help but laugh at the fact that the once cocky Childe was now asleep on the floor of the training room, completely naked and covered in his own cum. And a part of you wants to just leave him there for someone else to find, but luckily for him, you do have enough empathy to clean him and clothe him before you leave him passed out on the floor. 

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sub xiao lingerie plssss everything u do with him is magic

Sub! Xiao x GN Dom! Reader 

Warnings: not sfw, fingering, obviously lingerie, praise kink, nipple play, edging, cockwarming, very slight degradation (like a single name calling), anal sex (cock stand for both dick and strap as usual)

A/N: this is not “Xiao is a mewling mess from the get go”, though we get there, trust me, but there’s a tsundere character development arc first. I planned it as a quick lighthearted thing and it kinda got away from me. Modern AU? sort of??? Just to have texting.

Wordcount: 2,3k

You have to leave for a few days for the first time since you started dating Xiao, and you know already that it’s very hard for him to form connections, but when he does, the attachment is incredibly intense and important for someone as lonely and self-hating as he is. He’s predisposed to feel abandoned even if he’d never admit and he rationally knows it’s not true.

So you decide to make him a cute surprise gift, as both a distraction and a token of affection. At first, he doesn’t take it well AT ALL.

“What is this? Some sort of a joke? If so, I find your mortal sense of humor lacking once again.”

“I just think it would look cute on you, baby <3”

You know already that arguing with him or answering with sarcasm is both tiring and unproductive. He is perpetually looped in a cat’s paradox, just as cats, god’s perfect killing machines, adapted to be house pets and want to curl on human laps and be scratched behind the ears, Xiao, a stoic yaksha general, is trapped in a touch-starved body with an easy blush and a sensitive cock. It’s just that unlike cats, he has to go through twelve steps of denial and grief before accepting it.

“Cute? That is the most foolish thing I’ve ever heard. How disrespectful of you to suggest to an adeptus to wear this, let alone a yaksha like myself, a weapon drenched in tainted blood for a millenium.”

“I *KNOW* it will look cute on you, little bird. Send pics when you try it on!”

He doesn’t deign to answer because there’s no dignified way to type out “Hmpf.” The absolute gall of your suggestion does not even warrant a reply. He spends the entire day quietly fuming about how OBVIOUSLY it would NOT look cute on him. In the evening, he unpacks it just to spite you so you can’t return it. And also just to see for himself how absolutely STUPID this idea is.

And it is stupid! The lingerie is so ridiculous and uncomfortable. The white high thighs that are so idiotically hard to put on and leave an unreasonable gap of flesh between the flimsy panties, which are sitting low on hip bones, barely covering even soft cock, not to mention… And the transparent little top, clinging so obnoxiously that the peaks of the nipples are visible. And the tiny lacy choker is so useless, so extraneous, such an obvious waste!

Of course, he doesn’t tell you that he tried it on and he doesn’t take pics. He spends the night, tossing and turning under the covers, intrusive images of you looking at him dressed like that, hungrily, calling him pretty, sliding hands down his legs, almost rolling the tight stockings down, squeezing his crotch under a thin, silky layer of underwear while your lips are roaming over his arched neck, your finger hooked under his choker…

He doesn’t touch himself because he refuses to admit images like this could arouse him, so the next morning he’s restless, high strung, horny and unsatisfied after what was basically edging himself for the entire night, and so his judgment starts becoming cloudy, searching for the “acceptable” ways to fall to the temptation. The part of him that wants this, wants you to want him like this and praise him for looking like this, is getting more and more insistent, but he still can’t admit it to himself, and so he subconsciously commits a sleight of hand. SURELY, you wouldn’t actually think this looks good on him, and so if you see it, you’d realize what a foolish mistake you’ve made and the question would be closed forever, so he wouldn’t need to feel conflicted anymore. And so obviously, the solution is to send you a pic, but, you know. Not the great looking one (though it’s not like something like this could even theoretically look great on him, of course), and making sure it’s visible that he doesn’t care and is, in fact, disdainful of the idea, and is only doing this so you can regret even suggesting it.

So he spends quite a lot of time and effort on taking the most bored and low investment-looking selfies possible, sends a couple of them to you with “And this rubbish is what you find attractive?” comment, immediately regrets it, throws the phone down on the bed and is on the verge of trying to delete the pics, when you reply, ecstatic, telling him that yes, of course he looks incredibly hot like that. He answers “Then you have a bad taste,” throws the phone down again, blushing violently and already with a hard-on. 

When you send encouraging praises, telling him to greet you like that when you come back, he refuses vehemently, but the sweet warmth pools deep in his belly and he can’t meet his own eyes in the mirror for the rest of the night. He’s used to thinking of himself as a weapon, built for battle first and foremost, with strength and mastery in a fight as his only valuable traits, and even your attraction to him he sees as a fortunate, but weird quirk of your character, an unusual preference. But the lingerie makes him feel pretty in a way that has nothing to do with strength, the idea of being seen as straightforwardly beautiful is so tempting, but clashes with his perception of self so radically that he cannot reconcile this easily.

He might have resisted the corruption for hundreds of years, but it only takes a couple of lonely nights for desire to break his resolve. So when you finally arrive and walk into the bedroom, he’s in lingerie, kneeling on the bed, looking away both from you and the reflection in the wall mirror on the side. 

You drop your bags on the floor, walk up to him and kiss him, push him down on the bed, while he’s blushing and still refusing to meet your eyes. You catch his chin and force him to turn his head.

“Look at me, my pretty little bird.”

He does, his golden eyes unfocused and half-lidded over, and can’t look away anymore, as you ravish him from neck to stomach, cover him with kisses, on the exposed skin and through the silky fabric, while he’s squirming under you and watching, transfixed, feeling sweetly weak and precious like he didn’t know he could. You hold his gaze when you draw your lips from his prominent hipbones down, lick at the strip of skin over the band of panties while he takes the rugged breaths, and when you finally kiss his bulge through the thin lace, he shudders, melts under your touch and whines needily, even though his words are protesting.

“No, wait, I’m close…”

You move up to kiss him and give him a slight respite, but your hand slides down, moving the fabric of underwear away to lightly tease his hole, and he comes just from that, moaning against your mouth and arching with a shudder, his legs closing over your hand. You chuckle, keep massaging his pulsing entrance.

“You came just from that, huh? You really did miss me then.”

He blushes brightly and doesn’t look you in the eye, still tight and nervous like a virgin when you slide your fingers in, it’s like the first time no matter how often you fuck him until he’s screaming.

“Don’t worry, I won’t punish you for coming without permission. You’ve been so good, I can’t blame you for being excited to look so pretty for me.”

It shouldn’t be physically possible for him to blush even brighter, but he manages.

“I wasn’t… I’m not.”

There was always something endearing about the ridiculousness of his denials while he’s sprawled under you, being fingered, toes scraping at the bedsheets, but with time it turns exasperating. It’s easier for him to avoid confronting his own desires if he pretends this is just for you, so he hides in the passivity of submission, allowing you to do what you want to him so that he doesn’t have to admit how badly he wants it too.

“Oh, you’re not?” you ask with deceiving softness, turning him over and sliding into him with your cock\strap. “Not even a little bit?” your tone turns teasing as he groans in desire, but you don’t fuck him, instead, you pull him up to settle in your lap, his back against your chest, your cock buried deep inside him. His hips buckle against yours, but you grip his thigh to still him with one hand and catch his chin and force him to look in the mirror with the other.

“Oh no, dear, you’re not getting it until you admit you want it,” you whisper into his ear, meeting his agitated golden eyes in the mirror. “Until you admit you like looking like this too..”

He bites his lip, glancing over his own reflection, he looks ravished and debauched, bright blush, lingerie pieces sitting askew, thighs in lacy stockings trembling open, cock getting hard again, it’s outline visible under the panties, still damp from him coming just now.

“Does it feel good, baby?” you ask quietly, trailing sloppy hot kisses down his neck. His eyes are lidding over, long black eyelashes trembling and he answers, a barely audible “Yes…”

“Good boy,” you kiss him in encouragement. ”See, it isn’t hard to tell the truth, is it?” you slide your hand under the flimsy layer of his top, thumb at his nipples. He grunts, his head rolling helplessly back to your shoulder, his legs spreading even wider open. You play with the sensitive pink buds until he’s squirming in your lap, arching against you so that your dick inside him is bulging slightly through his stomach and the swollen head of his own pretty cock is peeking from under his little panties and leaking on the lace. “And don’t you want more?”

“Yes…” he lets out with a shudder, both being horrified at what he sees in the mirror and not being able to look away, torn between the life-long belief this isn’t for him and an undeniable, sharp pleasure, a humiliating, shameful weakness that feels so good, so sweetly intoxicating.

“How could you even try to pretend, when you’re undone before I even touched your pretty cock?” you chuckle and press your palm against his crotch. He whines, clenching around your cock, ruts helplessly against your hand, losing the last shreds of control.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking hot like this. I’ll fuck you so good and hard right now, just ask.”

He arches in your lap, presses his head against yours, his mouth half-open, his hot and rugged breaths on your lips while his heart is racing in his chest.

“Please,” he whispers, low, choked, feverish like gasping for air while drowning. “Please, I can’t take it anymore, please…”

You kiss him, then throw him down on the bed and ram into him. He screams and keeps screaming while you fuck him, hard and fast, gripping his hips covered in lace, telling him how good he looks until his screams turn into shuddering, breathless whines. You grip black hair at the back of his head and pull him up again, force him to look up. He lost control and composure completely at this point, red eyeliner running at the corners of half-lidded glittering eyes, ruffled green-black hair, mouth falling slack open and trying to catch air.

“You love this, don’t you?” you slide your free hand down his arched body, ride up the transparent top, run fingers over the bulge in his belly and down to the open, shaking thighs, and this time he doesn’t hesitate to answer, too far gone to care. 

“Yes!”

“You like being a pretty slut for me?” You kiss him and grope his throbbing cock as he’s bucking his hips against you, trying desperately to fuck himself.

“Yes!”

“Then come for me, baby, like a good little whore.”

He comes writhing in your arms, his hand gripping at your wrist where you hold his hip, and you fuck him through it, whispering praises and kissing the back of his neck. When he calms down and you slide out, move to take now ruined pieces of the lingerie of him, he at first tries to protest and do everything himself, as usual, but when you insist, gives up surprisingly easily, lets you slide it off him and then gently wipe him with a warm damp cloth, while he’s laying on the pillows, blushing and limp-limbed. He feels raw and tender all over, but in a good way, and when you pull the covers over him, their touch feels somehow overwhelming in their softness against his naked skin.

He curls against you in the nest of tangled blankets, warm and tired, feeling at the same time extremely vulnerable and hidden from the whole world.

“Sorry for ruining the lingerie,” he says quietly and you laugh.

“Oh, it’s nothing, it was absolutely worth it, baby.”

“Was it?” you can feel his cheek heating up when he blushes, but his voice is  anxious.“I’m far from suitable for such things, so…”

“Hush. You are the prettiest thing I’ve laid my eyes on, you’ve looked stunning in this, and I cannot wait to get you ten new sets.”

“Hmfp. Then you are truly delusional,” he says fondly and rubs his cheek against your shoulder. That night, Xiao lays there quietly in a circle of your arms, and despite being exhausted, resists falling asleep for as long as he can, basking in a feeling of, for once instead of an expendable weapon, being cherished and protected himself.

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All are x Reader unless specified otherwise

Halloween Costume Headcanons (Genshin)

Thoma

~ Thoma's Vision

~ Little Thoma

~ Can Mora Buy Thoma?

ThomaAyato

~ Ayato's Stress

Scaramouche

~ What's That Puppet Boy?

Heizou

~ A Gift

Ajax

~ Bad Boy Ajax

~ Consequences of Osial

~ The (Un)Fortunate Test Subject

~ Perverse Fantasies

Ayato

~ When You're Older

Dottore

~ Dottore's Obsessive Admirer

~ Dottore's Masochist

~ Dottore's Failed Experiment

Belphegor

~ Sleeping Belphie

Aether

~ The Deep End

~ The Couch

~ Devouring the Herbivore

Gorou

~ Change of Heart

~ Visiting Gorou

Itto

~ Someone You Shouldn't Trust With Your Drink

~ Your Neighbor

Zhongli

~ Sealed Desires

~ Keeping the Family Lineage (Reader x Zhongli + Xiao)

Xiao

~ Fallen Angel

Deku

~ Little Spoon

Venti

~ Unexpected Enjoyment

Kazuha

~ Full of You

~ Birthday Boy

SukunaMegumi

~ Trust

Steve Harrington

~ Star Player