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If you're wondering what I've been up to, and why posting is - as the sub-name of the blog implies - irregular, here's a screen from Google Sheets counting up how many words I've translated in my job.

239 901 words total. That's around most of my blog's worth of words, give or take. And this? It's one third. The rest I've yet to get to. 115 words per cell average, coming at 2086 total cells. That's around two novels of text. Around 533 pages of default word-style A4 sheets of paper. A solid piece of work, if I do say so myself. Renumerated of course.

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Where is my Yae Miko?!

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For the next few days, I'm gonna be taking plenty on the chin at the university, so writing might be slow. End of semester and all that.

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Your page died wow

I'm not going to ask you to elaborate since this is clearly not constructive. It hasn't been long since the last fic.

I have a feeling you're asking this not because you are unsatisfied with my stuff. If that's the case, I must admit it took you quite a while to realise that anon asks are back.

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Some Reflections + Asks?

CW: These are mostly my loose thoughts regarding something I've struggled to put my finger on for the longest time. It's to do with differences in attitudes towards men and women in relationship smut/fluff that draw from some real world tendencies (so nsfw warning, not smut but talk around smut). If you want to help brainstorm some ideas for fics on this topic, have a look and send an ask. Even if you think what I wrote didn't make sense. You've been warned though! A/N: Oh and asks are on, just a reminder. They've always been on.

There’s something… Weird about how men are treated in smut, fluff - both fanfics, writing and the real world itself. 

There is a certain imbalance that makes me feel uneasy - not because I demand equal treatment, but because something is missing, something most men (and male characters) won’t ever get to experience. Being desired, for one. 

Picture a happy, young couple. Or an adult pair - the dynamic is alike. She wakes up to kisses, gentle touches, impatient, teasing, pleading. She chuckles, nudging him away, scolding him for being impatient - he needs her permission to touch her, obviously, but he needs to earn it. Deserve it. He makes her breakfast, he massages her feet, he serves her to gain the sacred permission. Sometimes, she might flash him or let him touch her a bit, just as a snack, a motivator - it works. He craves her all the time, jokes about it, teases her. A typical man, horny and impatient. 

One morning, she wakes up and does the reverse - touches him, talks to him, craves him. She needs permission, but there is little doubt he will grant it. After all, he got lucky. What a lucky boy he is, to find her in a mood to use him. He can, obviously, refuse - but why would he? He needs to make the most of this opportunity. Who knows, she might get upset with him later and forbid any touch for a day, a week, maybe more. 

That’s the point. Intimacy and pleasure is often the motivation for the man, even in jokes. Remember the “if you win I’ll sit on your face” or “if you win I’ll let you do that thing to me” skits? I’m sure you do. I bet you’d let your bro win just so he can make the most out of this chance, a rare chance. Have you ever encountered the reverse? The man limiting sex or touch, using it as motivation or outright refusing it because it’s upset? No? Have you wondered why?

It’s because women are meant to be desired, passively. They are always the object of affection, the idealised goddess on whose altar offerings are made, just for a chance to taste her body. She is allowed, encouraged even, to pick and choose her adorators as she sees fit - after all, there will be more, inevitably. Her body is her power, a power that culture praises her for using. 

Meanwhile men are meant to adore, to work for it. To prove they are worthy of affection, to be selected amongst the countless others barking up her legs. They need to be “interesting” candidates for her by merit of a fat wallet, a high social position, sometimes due to looks or personality. And then the man will be drip-fed affection; she will touch him until she is satisfied, but will never satiate him… Unless he provides something. It can be money, it can be a favor or simply proof of loyalty or entertainment. It’s a very subtle form of power and, at times, manipulation. However, it is normalised enough to be nearly unnoticeable, often even hailed as the “normal” state of affairs. Recall dating - the girls drop hints for the boys to follow. You know, not to be “easy” (read: attracted to the men in question) and to make them work, make them earn affection. 

Take something simple like a slap on the butt in passing. When the boyfriend does it, it’s a teasing gesture of affection and a signal to her that she is hot and desired. When the girlfriend does it? Yep, she definitely pegs him. She’s the “man” of this relationship. The man here is subtly emasculated for being desired in the exact same way a woman in this scenario is. If we go down this line of thinking, we’ll shortly find plenty of examples in the phenomena of femboys. What do femboys do? They dress up, for example, mostly in feminine clothing (that is designed specifically for women) but also in general. Since when is dressing up for the other partner something gender specific? What’s the difference between her wearing lingerie and him wearing ling- Oh right, there’s no lingerie for men. Interesting. Must be a coincidence. Another example is being groomed, shaved. Moaning during sex. This works in reverse as well - why are girls that compliment their guys, fondle them or give lewd remarks assumed to be dominant? Well, see, it’s because they act like men, which automatically makes them dominant. They are tomboys and their guys are femboys. Because it’s not a “normal” thing to be horny for your partner. Because some things are not for men. 

It shows in the attitudes towards the genitals too. What the woman has between her legs is sacred, her temple, the ultimate reward. It’s meant to be the focus of the act, given the right amount of time and affection. Sure, it might smell weird, but it’s completely natural - it really is. It also requires skills to properly please, something which is widely known - clitoris, G-spot, outer lips, inner lips, various types of discharge and so on. Now compare it to the male package. 

Well, it’s kinda gross right - it’s sweaty, hairy and it stinks. While taking off the panties is always a special moment in smut, whipping out the dick is something done casually - after all, it’s not the focus of the evening. It’s simply a tool to make her feel good and to give him his high. Taking the right care of it is not required, he’ll do the work himself. The only thing he needs is a hole to “mindlessly” pump in and out of. Pleasuring it doesn’t need a skilled hand, you just go up and down, up and down, making sure to not bite it if that’s relevant. It’s simple, it’s primitive. Frenulum? What’s that? The P-spot? The prostate? Precum? Just fancy fluff. 

Oh and remember that prostate stuff is gay bro, if you let yo girl do that you’re a femboy. Why? Well… Because… Uh… It’s just how it is. Don’t think about it too hard. It’s not like actual, thoughtful pleasure is associated with women, not with men. Male pleasure is limited to a pump-and-dump that takes but a few minutes, no foreplay and almost no attention. 

I think it’s worth mentioning that the testicles, something incredibly important, the source of masculinity and virility, are very often just straight up ignored. According to some stuff I’ve read over the years, a lot of women find them weird, gross and just uninteresting. Can you imagine any guy thinking the same about a part of the female body? 

It’s hard to really comprehend how much enjoyment men are losing out on because of social norms that are so deeply engraved in our brains that we can’t get rid of them. This is harmful and this is simply depressing. It extends far, far beyond sexual life and into emotions, expectations, pressure. It’s heartbreaking to see the male sex so unappreciated, viewed as disposable even, sometimes hostile. 

This line of thinking often influences my fics, a prominent example being Equals. I’m still trying to fully express this, to put it somehow, longing for an outlet of expression. The long format of Equals can’t be used for everything; for example, it would be impossible to tackle the topic I described here since, in Factorial’s (the name of the main character, on Tumblr replaced by Y/N) case, the lack of attention was not a problem, to put it lightly. I really want to write a fic that tackles this though, that shows how the man is appreciated by his woman that doesn’t think he is somewhat acceptable, a great personality attached to a boring and vaguely gross body, that isn’t afraid to showcase her attraction, makes sure he feels desired, that works for his attention instead of the reverse. If you have ideas - send them, maybe we’ll figure something out. 

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Bro i fucking grew up playing payday 2 I still play that shit to this day

Nice. Same here.

Guys, the thermal drill, go get it.

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Well I was considering pd3 nevermind lmao

I say - good choice. Instead of paying roughly 30$-35$ for this game, buy the previous one and some dlcs - you'll have so much more fun. Do crime spree. Do holdouts. Do the reworked infamy system. Do side quests. Do achievements. Ever picked up the Roman armour from Border Crossing? No? Then go do it. Ever did the secret ending? Go do that - it's possible in solo. You somehow did everything I listed? Then why don't you give silent assassin a try? It makes the game really fun and lets you experience many heists in a way you otherwise couldn't. If you just want to relax, get that mod and fire up Shadow Raid or Shacklethorne Auction. I don't think that mod is cheating as games are meant to be fun and it doesn't break it in any significant way; it's especially harmless if you have 2k hours in the game. And if everything I said is already done and dusted and you want to spend some money, gift the base game to a friend; it's not a big expense and it can open up so many possibilities. I remember I did. Not a single regret - it was 10$ well spent.

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Have you played pay day 3?

I did, and I'm still regretting that purchase. Why? Greed. Almost no launch content. No offline mode. Expensive DLCs. Bugs. Being scammed to beta test a game that should have been working. So. Much. Grind. Payday 2 had it, true, but it was also filled with content and the DLCs were cheaper. Multi worked. Gun and mask customisation was peak.

So what if there is content now? It should have been there to begin with. I remember that DLCs on release costed around 80 PLN for a handful of content. I'd rather pay half of it to get Payday 2 DLCs. At least in that game I can pacify the entire trustee bank on DSOD, without the weird inclusion of the ultra guard guy. I also can't do it alone because of the ink bombs. PAYDAY 3, despite having awesome gunplay and better hostage mechanics, is lackluster, quite derivative and greedy. And it's hostile towards solo players, by design of most heists. Another example - why are we stealing invisible money and ore in Payday 3? At least make it look satisfying, I know it's more modern and realistic, but a big part of Payday 2's charm was fulfilling this silly heist fantasy where gold, diamonds and stacks of cash flow freely. Now you steal a hard drive. It doesn't feel the same.

I've played the game for about three months since launch, and never returned. I even recommended the game to my pal, with whom I did the DSOD achievement, and I feel like I made him waste money. I'm not sure if I'm willing to give this wreck of a game another chance. I'm still disappointed and now my mood turns sour whenever I see the game in my library.

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About Me

Hello there!

It's been three years, so it's high time to tell you guys something about myself.

Here I go by contentloadingandstuff - just 'content' for short. I'm male, straight, born on the same day as the world famous aquarelist - the 20th of April. I have a younger sister and a cat, named Kota (she-cat in Polish, sort of). I'm studying law, but I'm unhappy with it and waiting to jump over to psychology.

I'm from Poland, the land over the Vistula, of the blooming onion, the eternal occupation/invasion joke. While Poland isn't in the top echelons of the world, I'm still proud of our history and happy to see my nation develop. I'm fluent in English, but I can also understand German on a basic level, read the cyrilic alphabet and speak a tiny bit of Japanese.

I've been playing Genshin Impact since Shinobu's release in 2.2. AR 50, did most things you could do in the game. My favorite character is and was always Ganyu. I've started writing for the game for two reasons - first, my dusty old Necro AU and the lack of male reader content in terms of fics. I'm quite happy to have this blog. You can find me under Polski_Cynamon on the Europe server.

Although my interests are very broad, my hobbies focus primarily on gaming, cultural analysis and writing. I'm a big World War II buff, but the history of warfare in general also catches my fancy. Truth be told, I could get into and talk about any topic really. Except politics - at least not on the blog. I'm not afraid to argue my points, just not here. Thanks for understanding.

Now for some quick trivia. Here are some...

Games I like: Genshin Impact (obviously), Company of Heroes 2, FnaF 1 - 6, Dungeon Keeper, Payday 2, The Forest, Witcher 3, Vermintide 2, Hotline Miami 1 & 2, Battlefield V, Helldivers 2, Warlords Battlecry 3, Dark Omen, Shadow of the Horned Rat, the Myth series, Papers Please.

Youtubers I watch: The Little Platoon, Horses, Despot of Antrim, Saveafox, TheBones5, Chickeninja42, Junkzero, ZERO, Fingees, AstralSpiff, big boss, Shrouded Hand.

Books, stories and Authors I like: "Ferdydurke", "Hauptstellung Moskau", H.P. Lovecraft, V. Suvorov, "The Red Hunger", The "Fazbear Frights" series, Tadeusz Borowski, The "Abandoned by Disney" series, "1999", "Dziady III", SCP-5000, SCP-1730, The Spiral Path.

Movies and Shows that I like: Downfall, Stalingrad (1993), Warsaw 44, Burnt by the Sun 2, The Pacific, Letters from Iwo Jima, El Alamein: La Linea Del Fuoco, Barefoot Gen, Hacksaw Ridge, The 800, Das Boot, Black Adder, Monthy Python - Holy Grail and Life of Brian, The Pianist, Asterix and Obelix: Mission Cleopathra (if you know why, you know), American Psycho, Halloween (2018 and only this part of the new thrillogy), Hellraiser I and II.

Music that I like: All over the place. Includes the remix of Perfect Girl, Freaks, Cheri Cheri Lady, Gimme Gimme Gimme, Everybody Wants to Rule the World (both og and remix), Brainiac Mainiac, Operation Blacklight, Confirmed Thrills, Another Round for Everyone, Miami Disco, The Forest: Main Theme, Friday Night Fire Night, I Really Wanna Stay At Your House, Addict, Do Prostego Człowieka - Akurat, Czerwona Zaraza, Encounter Z Mixed, Maradona - smkkpm.

I'll be adding on to this page as time goes on. But for now, it's gonna be all.

Curious about something? Don't hesitate to ask!

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Finally, here it is. It will be much easier to find the newest fics from now on.

Also, anon asks are back. I have decided that toxic trash is not to influence reader request comfort here. While I'm at it, I'm gonna encourage you guys to share your thoughts on the recent fic - the oneshots, Equals or just whatever comes to your mind. I'm more than happy to talk!

Blog Masterlist - Volume III

A/N: Welcome to the third collection of fics for the third year of the blog. With 145 fics so far, end is not anywhere near in sight. I hope to be writing for you for years to come. Cheers!

Requesting? Take a gander at the rules.

Find me on AO3 here.

If you're feeling especially kind, here's my Kofi.

Masterlist - Volume I (84)

Masterlist - Volume II (50)

Genshin Impact ✨

Fluff

Rizzing Her Up - Mona x Male!Reader

Flirty Scene - Lisa x Male!Reader

Ganyu, Kujou Sara and Their Babies - Ganyu, Kujou Sara x Male!Reader

Kissing Headcanons - Inazuma Women x Male!Reader

Relationship Headcanons - Ganyu

Angst

Breaking Up With Them - Ayaka | Beidou & Eula

Smut

How She Dominates You - Genshin Women x Sub!Male!Reader

NSFW Headcanons - Lumine & Mualani

Itsy Bitsy Spider - Arlecchino x Male!Reader

Hurt/Comfort

What is a Husband's Role? - Liyue Girls x Male!Reader

Whump

Nothing just yet.

Series

Equals - The Story of Yae Miko and a Certain Wounded Fox: Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III

Things Money Can Buy - Poor Aether at the Mercy of Scaramouche: Intro | Part I

Necro AU - Mortuarius - The Story of Sakurai Denki: Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V

Once again, thank you! Without an audience, writing wouldn't be as fun!

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Blog Masterlist - Volume III

A/N: Welcome to the third collection of fics for the third year of the blog. With 145 fics so far, end is not anywhere near in sight. I hope to be writing for you for years to come. Cheers!

Requesting? Take a gander at the rules.

Find me on AO3 here.

If you're feeling especially kind, here's my Kofi.

Masterlist - Volume I (84)

Masterlist - Volume II (50)

Genshin Impact ✨

Fluff

Rizzing Her Up - Mona x Male!Reader

Flirty Scene - Lisa x Male!Reader

Ganyu, Kujou Sara and Their Babies - Ganyu, Kujou Sara x Male!Reader

Kissing Headcanons - Inazuma Women x Male!Reader

Relationship Headcanons - Ganyu

Angst

Breaking Up With Them - Ayaka | Beidou & Eula

Smut

How She Dominates You - Genshin Women x Sub!Male!Reader

NSFW Headcanons - Lumine & Mualani

Itsy Bitsy Spider - Arlecchino x Male!Reader

Hurt/Comfort

What is a Husband's Role? - Liyue Girls x Male!Reader

Whump

Nothing just yet.

Series

Equals - The Story of Yae Miko and a Certain Wounded Fox: Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III

Things Money Can Buy - Poor Aether at the Mercy of Scaramouche: Intro | Part I

Necro AU - Mortuarius - The Story of Sakurai Denki: Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V

Other

About me.

Once again, thank you! Without an audience, writing wouldn't be as fun!

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How She Dominates You - Genshin Women x Sub!Male!Reader

A/N: Featuring Ayaka, Arlecchino, Lisa, Miko, Mizuki and Ningguang. A bit of an... Unusual fic, by all means. It came out a bit psychological as it is the product of an extensive train of thought. Still, as I'm not sure about if you'd enjoy this, I kept it short. A/N2: If you liked it and want more, don't hesitate to send an ask with wishes and/or suggestions. That includes the reverse with a Fem!Reader and male characters. A/N3: The relationships here are obviously meant to be consensual and both parties are in on this - no genuine toxicity here. CW: Dom/sub relationships, of course. Some degree of manipulation, dirty talk, some condescension.

A smaller, lithe woman having a muscular beast of a man wrapped tightly around her finger is a common theme, both in explicit and non-explicit content - recall the trope of the lady and the knight, for example, or the sorceress and her monstrous enforcer. It caters to a desire for a reverse of “common” gendered power dynamics and plays into the theme of wit over brute strength. Rid of the possibility to compete over raw power, these women gladly reach for other means of overpowering you. Just like a trainer gets the wildest of dogs to sit, fetch and spin, so can a girl pull a man’s strings with just her voice and touch. 

I. Emotional Domination 💞

No matter how unfeeling you consider yourself to be, you do experience some emotions - emotions that she, unlike anybody else, is well versed in. She reads you like a book, disarms you with a look and gets you to bare your soul before her. She picks up the slightest of cues and offers the right words and comfort each time without fail. Over time, in each of your lower moments, you come to look up to her for comfort - her hand gently combing through your hair and her soothing voice in your ear become the only things you crave for. You will jump into fire for her, knowing that she’ll nurse your mind and body back to health with effortless ease. Her power over you stems not from force, but from kindness - gentleness and understanding you are dependent on. 

Mizuki is a psychologist with rules, but said rules don’t limit her interactions with you by any stretch of the imagination. She does not manipulate you; she is simply an expert at listening. None of your whines and complaints about your woes escape her pointy ears, giving her a rich, detailed image of your inner life. All she does is treat you with the gentleness you deserve; it’s only natural you cling to her so closely.

II. Intellectual Domination 🧠

Some women are simply sharper than your ordinary human - you especially, in this case. You’re not an idiot by any means - that’s just how she is - thirty steps ahead, thinking in four dimensions, making connections you would never think to create. You might not even realise you’re not thinking independently - you’re just following a path she carved for you through suggestion and subtle, harmless manipulation. If you’re ever rebellious, you won’t be able to hurt her, don’t worry - each of your words and actions was anticipated weeks prior; if anything, your rowdiness is an interesting challenge to her eloquence and rhetoric. She analysed your thinking patterns so thoroughly that no matter what you pull, you won’t outmaneuver her. And you live for that, don’t you? It’s a deeply humbling experience, to lay yourself in the capable hands of a smarter woman who knows just how to best use you. 

No matter how smart you are, no matter how sly you think yourself to be, Arlecchino will always be a league above you. Her mind works on high gear at each and every point of her day, smoothly going over her long term plans, incoming missions and the next time you’ll be helpless underneath her. You may try to keep up with her, but it’s no use - Arlecchino herself isn’t here for your intense mental capabilities. She seeks not a rival or a runner-up who will tear himself to pieces while trying to reach her level. Your job here isn’t to try and outthink her; a hopeless pursuit by all means. Who she wants is a break from the neck-breaking pace, somebody who won’t lose sleep over each detail and just listen - not think. Arlecchino rarely tells you what she wants, preferring to guide your mind to find it out by yourself. You’ll reap the satisfaction for your perceived understanding of her, and she’ll claim the rewards of an obedient, receptive man. 

⭐Bonus Scene

“I believe it was inmate number three.” You proclaim, a careful note of confidence in your voice. “Inmate three said that he couldn’t have beaten inmate seven up as he wouldn’t come out of his cell right after a shower. With such a low temperature, he would surely get sick.” Arlecchino, sitting on the opposite end of the table, smiles. This riddle has certainly got you involved - more than the conundrums she usually teases your brain with. It’s quite adorable, really. “But, dear?” “But his hair wasn’t wet. How could it not be after just three minutes have passed? He must have skipped the shower to attack seven.” You eye your wife, looking for any sign of approval. Much to your surprise, she nods. “Did I get it right? Really?” She remains silent, choosing instead to rest the side of her head on her arm. Her smile remains unchanged. There’s that familiar sparkle of condescension in her eye; you feel your heart drop. “You’ve got a good instinct, my love. But not quite the perceptiveness.” She gets up while your heart drops just slightly. Again, you made a mistake. But where this time? Was it the murder instrument? Or was it something to do with four, who was the cellmate of seven? Whatever really happened, it couldn’t be far from what you-  You feel her hand on your shoulder; a turn of your head reveals Arlecchino standing over you, her expression kind, but somehow… Superior. “It was inmate two. He was the first to bring up the showers as an excuse - quite a poor choice of alibi considering there was no water left in the washrooms, remember?” “That can’t be it.” You shake your head. “Two was wet, wasn’t he? And five? And three? And one? They all said the same about the showers…” Your attempt at clashing with her is met with nothing more than an amused smirk. “You innocent young man… It’s obvious the inmates would lie about such a thing - any attempt at kinship with the guards is met with disapproval, to put it lightly. The suspects were not immediately interrogated - they had time to think up a story and, for example, wet their bodies in their sinks.” When you open your mouth to contest this, she puts her finger on your lips. “I know what you’re thinking. Recall that only two inmates weren’t interacting with the others during the movie night the previous day. It was eight, known to be deranged, and seven. Seven was ousted by the group as a whole - all of them were in on the crime and wanted to cover for two. Prison rules are harsh, Y/N.” You sigh. Again, she outsmarted you. Again, she did it with barely any effort. Again, you made a fool out of yourself… Or did you? She seems quite amused. “You’re… So much smarter, Arlecchino.” Moving two steps forward, Arlecchino’s hand sinks down towards your chest. “I know.” It rubs circles into your breast, slowly sliding downwards. “But don’t worry, it’s a common trait amongst others. If anything, you’re better than them.” Warmth spreads throughout your body, reddening your cheeks. Praise… It’s not frequent, but it’s always genuine. Your hand rests on her thigh as if begging her to continue.  “Your heart is in the right place, my love. You try to meet me in mind, but know when to back down. When to admit you’re not up to par. When to accept you are…” She leans down, whispering into your ear. “...dumber.” It might have been an insult if Arlecchino’s hand wasn’t busy scratching at your trapped erection. Her voice is soft, and yet… Comforting. As if she was trying to soothe a puppy that hurt itself through its own stupidity. Besides, what could you really say in defence? She is right.  “But you can make it up with long, big, uncivilised arguments, can’t you?” Arlecchino drapes her legs over you and sinks down on your lap. Her fingers begin toying with the buckle of your belt.  What a lucky boy you are, to be fancied for just that. 

III. Sexual Domination 💋

Men are simple creatures at their core, driven by the evolutionary need to find a mate and breed with her. Of course, the goal is to get the finest woman around - one just like her, fertile and curvaceous. It’s not a wonder you fell for her. Plentiful breasts, wide hips, perfect for child-bearing, a juicy ass begging to be squeezed, clothes and behavior that presents her assets… You might think that you’ve caught yourself quite a treat, but you couldn’t be more wrong. It’s you who got trapped in her net. She knows how to wiggle her hips to attract your gaze; she knows how to stroke your lust with a word or two; her hand gliding over the bulge in your pants is enough to get your full attention. And then? It’s simply a matter of promising you some time with her body before you run around on her leash like a puppy, doing whatever she wants in exchange for tasting her soft, curvy body. 

Lisa always shined through with her mind, conquering and humiliating the intelligence of any potential suitor. It was all the more unfortunate that she really wanted a man to warm her bed for more than a night or two. With you, she decided to reach for her other most prominent trait - teasing. Teasing and, of course, the fat beauties mother nature outfitted her with. While sex is certainly not the only thing on your mind, it’s a prominent enough thought to let her pull you by your aching balls to wherever she wants you. If you obey her, be a good boy for your mommy, you’ll get to empty them in mind-numbing bliss under her skilled hands and holes. Disobey her and you’ll feel them swelling and growing increasingly purple with each hot breath on your neck or brush of her crotch against yours. 

⭐Bonus Scene

You look at yourself in the mirror again, muttering curses under your breath as you try to adjust the shirt. It’s too small - you’ve bought the wrong size - and quite wrinkled. And the tie? It’s still just a straight piece of cloth.  “How are the preparations, darling?” Lisa’s reflection appears next to you on the polished silver before you. She’s wearing a more tasteful and expensive version of her usual get-up, the dress hugging her curves oh-so-perfectly.  Your eyes linger on them as you speak. “I’m quite far from there, if I’m being honest. Do I really need to wear these rags…?” She places her gloved hand on your shoulder, nudging you to turn around. You obey and meet her emerald gaze, wandering over your chest. “It’s customary for the knights’ families to be at the gala. Unfortunately for you, I am a knight in some sense.” Subtly, your arm moves up, hand coming to rest on her waist. “But…” You murmur, curiously dragging it up and down her side. However, when it reaches just a bit too far down, she takes your wrist and guides you away.  Lisa doesn’t need to say what the deal is. You sigh, your shoulders slouching a bit. It seems that you’d have to attend the gathering afterall. Noticing your hesitation, Lisa looks at the mirror, her voice growing with a promise.  “I happen to be waiting for a package today, Y/N.” She starts wrapping her hands around you, pulling your body closer with a tug. Although smaller, her arms need no effort to move you where she wants. “From Inazuma. There’s a package of a certain gel within - Nuru, to be exact. Do you know what that is for, cutie?” You shake your head. True, you have some ideas - none of them pure, of course - but there’s no telling what you’ll find in the bedroom whenever she pulls that kind of tone.  “Mm~ I’ll tell you all about it, love. Eve-ry-thing.” Her thigh moves up, pressing against the fly of your pants, stoking the heat within with a subtle rub. “As long as I have a well-behaved cutie to experiment on, that is.” Her other hand grabs yours, holding the loose tie, and squeezes it shut. Blushed, you nod.  Lisa smirks. “Good boy.”

IV. Behavioral Domination 🦴

Some men are untamed - or worse, unrealised - volcanoes of possibilities. Fitness, intelligence, skills and testosterone - whatever it might be, this woman is greatly interested in the opportunities you might create in the future. She’ll stay by your side, guiding you through life with the carrot - herself - and the stick, whatever form of punishment she deems fit. Of course you should know that it’s in your best interest to heed her advice, but it’s no trouble if she needs to remind you what you should and shouldn’t do. Be a good boy on her leash and, soon enough, you will understand that she is the path to a bright future. 

There is nothing above Yae Miko in the food chain. She’s smart, she’s powerful, she’s charming, and yet - for some reason - the Gods above did not make her perfect. Not that she particularly minds; if she were, she would have no reason to find herself a mate. A mate that would be the perfect answer to all of her shortcomings, someone she could use to solve many regrettable parts of her daily life. Someone to lead, someone to teach about what she needs, about what her body craves. A perfect, loyal pet that knows when to sit, when to roll and when to bark. A pet that, at a snap of her fingers, can both tear anything she points at to pieces and crawl into her lap whenever she lusts for him. She asks, and you provide.

V. Social Domination 👠

Sometimes respect isn’t an option - when looking at her, standing tall and noble, it’s the norm. Loud, strong, brave, assertive; none of these matter when she can sign away your life with a stroke of her pen. Your life is in her hands; but you tangled yourself into this state of affairs, no? She’s terrifying, but strangely alluring, like a tigress that could snap your neck if she gets annoyed with you. If you’re on your best behavior, making her happy in bed and home, you’ll get to bask in her shadow, obtaining privileges, goods and positions you would never manage to reach yourself. The fear of disappointing and the sweetness of her praise and attention are both addicting in equal measure. Without her name on your forehead you are nothing - and you are down for this, like the good little pet man you are. 

There is no division between Ningguang the person and Ningguang the Tianquan for you - she demands obedience and reverence at each and every point of the day. It’s a business exchange, even if it is based on feelings. You provide comfort, a warm bed and incredible sex - in return you get to bask in her shadow, bathe in luxury and enjoy the body of the finest woman in all of Liyue. That is, as long as you act appropriately for someone your stature. A trophy husband is to shine as brightly as his mistress. And if you don’t? My, you are bold to even consider disobeying her. 

VI. Cultural Domination 👑

You are bound to her, regardless of the circumstances - at least initially. She may be a queen, princess, your superior or an exalted priestess, with you being one of her underlings. Normally she would not pay any attention to you, but your handsome face and fuckable body just beg to be claimed. You are bound by duty, but how much will you actually do for her? How many boundaries will you cross? How many forbidden things will you do for your lady? Don’t consider this too long though - know that with great devotion comes great pleasure. 

Ayaka has countless men under her command, but none are as alluring as you. She’s a politician - an expert at utilising each and every pressure point of your loyalty to her. It’s much easier to guide a man already convinced of her greatness, yet she remains careful nonetheless. Her nudges are framed as orders initially, but soon grow more intimate as you open up to the possibility of full servitude. You swore to serve her with your entire being - that constitutes your body also.

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Next post tomorrow - I'm too tired to finish it today, which is quite sad as I'm excited to share it. It might be a bit specific, psychological even, but I hope you'll like it. Expect something about female dominance with, amongst others, Lisa and Mizuki.

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Rizzing Her Up - Mona x Male!Reader

A/N: Something bite-sized for you guys - if you like it, it might become a mini-series. Funni word, I know. Did you know it's a deformed version of "charisma"? CW: Fluffy, but suggestive.

“That one… Definitely looks like a Mora.” Mona points up at a particularly round cloud hanging above your heads. 

From your perspective, down on the soft, lush grass, it’s a bit tattered on the edges, but similar enough to the thing Mona always lacks. “Of course. The tongue turns to the aching tooth.”

She scoffs, crossing her arms in theatrical disapproval. “Hmph.”

You sigh dreamily. It’s such a nice day. The sky is blue, the clouds are pure white fluff, birds are singing, flowers are blooming… On days like these girls like Mona feel just a tad bit too bored, you reckon. If you don’t get her heart to move a little, you think, she’ll fall asleep here - and you have plenty more to do today. 

“So, what’s on your mind? Any plans for today?” She asks, disrupting your thoughts… But giving you an idea.

You shrug. “Oh, you know me, not that much. World domination and such.”

“Ohoho, aren’t you ambitious?” Mona smirks, turning her head to face you. “And what exactly are you planning to do once you get there?”

“That won’t be easy. The world is vast, you know.” You gesture at the sky, a slow, sweeping movement as you speak. “First, I would have to leave this land of hills and orchards where plump, juicy, enticingly red apples grow. I’ll miss them on my journey, but there will be many tastes for my lips before I reach my destination.”

“Yes”, Mona cuts in, “Mondstadt has the best apples.”

“Mhm. My journey will lead down through the chiseled ravines of Liyue. The drop-offs might be vast, but the roads there are marked through delicate, peachy dirt. I’d bite into them if I could, I swear!”

Your fingers criss-cross repeatedly, moving like legs across the sky. “But not long enough to impede my journey down - the tallest mountains of Jeyun Karst await. Mount Hulao and Mount Aocang are curvy peaks, smoothed out by their benevolent creator into rounder, friendlier mountains for men and other mortals alike to climb. I could pass through the valley in-between, along the stream, but there’s plenty to find on their peaks. Legendary adeptal abodes with perky clumps of amber that, if stories are to be believed, accompany divine fruits, their skins so soft and juicy that they just beg to be enveloped by one’s lips. No offense to the apples of Mond, but adeptal peaches are the juiciest.”

Mona waves her hand dismissively. “Stealing fruits from talking birds? What villany.”

“Why would I bring the fight to our neighbours? I’m gonna go further away.” You move up a bit, resting your back against the bark of Windrise’s tree. “I will catch the Sumerians by surprise. I’ll take a boat through the perfectly even, sun-kissed waters of Nostoi. I’ll guide my hands over their soft surface, sending trembles and ripples through the body of water.”

You raise a finger. “And then - Aha! - I will arrive at the lush, dense jungles of Sumeru at Bayda Harbor. They will be expecting me - my journey would have divine-insulting effects, after all. No matter - I will wade my way through the moist underbrush and take the climate in with each of my senses, scent especially.” A deep, longing sigh. “It’s been too long since I caught whiff of the South’s damp forests.”

Mona raises an eyebrow. “Honestly, you should become a tour guide writer with this passion for geography. But not a good one, mind you. So much fluff and I still don’t know what you will do to be so powerful as to take over Teyvat.”

Unbothered, you continue. Mona meanwhile flips around and looks at you, clearly invested in your telling. “There, further down, is a secret. Secret guarded by the spirits of the forests, servants of the goddess of all life - the world itself - that only those chosen may access. To test me, the tight, winding caverns will be flooded. You know me though, I’m an excellent swimmer; their efforts to strain me will only make the journey more fun. Finally, once I reach the end of the tunnel, I will be able to feel the core of the world for myself. The birthplace of life, the cradle of the jungle where Kusanali herself crafted all we see and meet throughout our lives. I will get to poke this heart, probe it until it succumbs to my will!”

You raise your hands towards the sky, challenging the gods to stop you. Mona crosses her arms. “Bah, you can’t even remember constellations and you’re telling me you could bend something allegedly so powerful to your will?”

“Oh sweetest, you underestimate my power. It will bend to my will - after all, the Goddess herself did not stop me at any point throughout my journey. I believe she will comply with my demand and allow me to fulfill my dark plan.”

“Big plant monsters? It has to be.”

“Yes, but not quite. I’m gonna make copies of myself out of the fertile life essence within. They will be perfect symbionts between the beauty of nature and the strength of man. I will make more of them - first one, then two, then three, then five, then ten, then twenty, then a hundred, a thousand and more still. I will lead the army and conquer the world at the behest of the world itself” You bump your fist on your open palm as you finalise the evil scheme. 

Mona is silent for a moment before she bursts into laughter. “You? Hah! As if! Conquer the world, right…” She hides her laughing face in her arms. Your smile doesn’t falter and you let her have her fun. After a moment passes, she speaks again. 

“Whoa…” Mona takes a breath and rubs her eyes. “You really flew off the handle. But, I must admit, your knowledge of Sumeru legends is intriguing. Where did you learn all of this?” “From a book, but I don’t remember the title.” Your hands come to meet behind your head and you lean back, closing your eyes. “Do scry it from my memory, alright? I wouldn’t mind reading it again.”

She give you a quick ‘mhm’ and sits up. A complex circle of symbols and star formations appears before Mona. Her hand taps the middle a few times, causing your constellation to shift and turn. Your eye is cracked open slightly enough to spy on her, but not sufficiently to raise suspicions. Mona turns and twists the display until… She stops altogether. 

The astrologist retracts her hand and furrows her brow. She blinks once, then twice. Her lips open to say something but she narrows her eyes and goes back to scrying. Whatever she saw causes her eyes to widen back up as she jerks back. Her face rapidly burns up into bright red. 

“Y/N you… Y-you… All t-this… I…” Her brain can’t seem to form words under the avalanche of the realisation. “H-how… Did you plan this?! I m-mean… Uuuugh!”

Mona turns towards you sharply, an embarrassed frown on her blushed face. “You went through all this effort to… To… I d-don’t know if I’d be able to look at a map the same after what you said! You’re the worst! You’re the worst,  you naughty-man-no-good-rascal you! You’re the absolute worst!”

She picks up her hat and tugs it over your head. Laughing, you lift up the rim to see Mona making desperate attempts to cover her face, trying in vain to maintain some dignity after being played like a fiddle. 

“But I said you are my world, remember?”

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Man the headcannon for the fic is delicious 🚂

Pleasure to cook for ya, Maxwell the Cat!

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Turned off anon asks to help us know who’s mental and who’s not, based

Also I can’t wait for me to become a target for them now because they reared their ugly heads and got called out for it

No matter what, you're ballin' for having the cohones to speak out. If they're bothering you, turn off anon asks as well. As Saltzpyre said: "They're cowards. They hide until it's time to strike."

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it's mother's day.

you know what you need to write.

Actually, Mother's Day is on the 26th of May in Poland; I do know what I must do though...