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inuislvr · 2 years ago

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୨⎯ all mine: chifuyu matsuno ⎯୧

ღ pairing: sub chifuyu x gender neutral reader. bonten timeline.

ღ cw: explicit content. 18+. penetrative sex, feminization, mirror sex, exhibitionism, public sex. reader is a bit mean.

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ღ wc: 1.7k

chifuyu can't help but spare you a worried glance every few seconds as glance around at your surrondings. you seem almost eerily calm; that is considering you were supposed to be mad at him. your precious boyfriend made plans to go to the mall with his friend's baji and kazutora without realizing earlier in the week he promised the two of you would stay in and watch movies on this saturday afternoon. truthfully you hadn't had the best week and were looking forward to being alone with your lover, but alas here you were accompanying the three men as they walked around the mall.

a small part of you felt almost envious of kazutora and baji, watching the two males walk alongside your partner - while you're left behind them. however, that dejected feeling in your chest wouldn't last long.

it started off as a harmless request; kazutora simply wanted to look around a clothing store. so the four of you strolled into the store, your orbs taking in all of the mundane colors. a mischievous grin pulls at the corner of your lips as a scarlet red color catches your eyes. you casually stroll towards the set, looking over the cute garment. you pick it up, holding it up and grazing your fingers over the soft yet voluptuous ruffles on the shoulders of the bra. the lace trimming adorning the chest of it is adorable. your eyes slowly drift away from the garments, dark orbs meeting with chifuyu's. a shiver creeps up his spine the moment his green orbs meet yours, the anxious feeling in his gut swelling.

you beckon the male over and he swiftly comes towards you. you grab his wrist, pulling him into one of the dressing rooms before closing the door. "y-you're not still mad are you?" chifuyu inquires, letting out a weary chuckle. "of course not fuyu." you reply, cupping the males face with your warm hands. you press a tender kiss against his plush lips, the black-haired male practically melting at the feeling of your warm lips against his. "y'know i really am sorry jus' slipped my mind." he murmurs, jutting his bottom lip out slightly as his emerald eyes meet yours.

he really shouldn't look at you like that, it makes ideas blossom in your mind. nonetheless your hands find their place on his hips, pulling him closer as you press your lips against his once again.

"you could make it up to me.." you suggest quietly. "how?" he responds almost immediately, you've got the poor man wrapped around your finger. "try this on for me." you request holding up the lingerie set. you can feel his cheeks start to heat up as he looks at the garment, almost flustered. despite the tinge of embarrassment lingering in his stomach, he nods and takes the hanger from you. he turns around, giving you an expectant glance only for you to cock your eyebrow at him. "you're not gonna look away?" he questions, the blush on his cheeks seemingly growing darker by the second. "why would i? i've seen you naked before." you tease the boy, flustering him even further.

unable to come up with a witty response he ultimately decides to turn back around, beginning to discard of his clothes and changing into the lingerie. the black-haired male can practically feel your eyes boring into him. of course, you can't help but stare at your boyfriend; especially when he bends over to put the panties on, his pink folds on full display just for you.

once he's fully changed into the set he stands in the mirror, your tall figure looming over him. just looking at the difference of your frames in the mirror arouses him, he feels meek under your gaze. "you look so pretty baby." you murmur against his neck, warm hands almost instinctively gravitating towards his hips. chifuyu doesn't even realize he's titling his head to the side, allowing you better access to his neck. he almost feels embarrassed at how easily his body submits to you, but truthfully this whole situation is demeaning. yet somehow he finds himself aroused at a time like this.

"you think so?" he inquires, he simply adores your words of affirmation. his breath hitches when you firmly grasp onto his waist and push his clothed cunt against the bulge in your pants. "of course." you whisper, plush lips trailing kisses along his neck. the smaller's emerald eyes flutter shut once again, focusing on the warmth sinking into his abdomen as your hands continue to roam his body.

"can you do something?" chifuyu mindlessly nods at your smooth voice. "mhm..w-wha..what is i-it?" "keep quiet f'me." the request barely registers in his mind until your fingers hook under the panties clinging to his waist. he abides nonetheless, green irises follow your hands as you gently tug down the panties until they're left dangling around his knees. there's a glint of worry in his eyes as they meet yours, the smug grin on your face has him questioning your next move. surely youre about to satiate the tingly sensation that resides in his gut right?

"haaah!" the black haired male lets out a shamefully loud moan as you push your hardened member between his legs. the foreign feeling has his lips throbbing against your length. you're quick to clasp a hand over his mouth, hastily hushing him. "i thought you were gonna stay quiet fuyu.." you murmur as the corners of your lips turn upwards in amusement.

he's already whimpering out apologies before you can even finish your sentence, promising he'll keep his voice down. "i would hope so...you wouldn't want anyone walking in on you like this would you?" upon hearing your words he can't help but imagine such a thing, his cunt spasming at the thought. how would he react if someone where to twist the knob and open the door to see him being fucked like some cheap whore? in a changing room too? thinking about how humiliating and exposed he'd feel in such an instance has his mind clouded with arousal.

he's only spared a moment of clarity when you begin to move, spurts of pleasure shooting through his body every time your dick rubs against his wet folds. the black haired male finds himself unsure of his feelings towards this new sensation. he's undoubtedly turned on by the feeling, unable to keep in the small whimpers and squeaks forming with every thrust. however he can't say he's completely satisfied with this, the poor man wants to feel you inside of him.

sadly he's not able to voice his desire, his head growing fuzzy as you continue to fuck his thighs. his pretty pussy longs for you, desperately craving the feeling of you filling him up. unable to keep his composure, chifuyu finds himself leaning against the mirror. his shaky hands press against the cold mirror, staring at his contorted face as a small spot of fog forms from his rugged breath.

his green orbs eventually drift a little lower towards his needy cunt, jutting his lip out. what should he do? he so desperately wants to feel you inside of him but he doesn't trust his voice enough to ask. tears sting the corners of his eyes, your poor boyfriend is so frustrated. why won't you just relieve him?

"why're you crying fuyu?" your soft words tickle the shell of his ear. "i-inside.." he whimpers quietly. "you want me inside?" he nods, a couple tears wetting his red cheeks. "i dunno if you deserve it." you tease quietly. "please i'll do anything!!" "do you think you can keep quiet baby?" "yes yes i promise..j-just please...."

you can't help but crack a smile at his pathetic begging. finally deciding to give your lover a break you press the head of your dick against his hole before pushing your girth in. chifuyu's already a mess under you, a cacophony of moans spilling from his lips. you begin to roll your hips at a rather slow pace, clutching into the smallest hips for stability. "fuck you feel so good..." you groan against his shoulder as you continue to thrust into him.

the sound of skin slapping and chifuyu's moans mix together, creating an exuberantly erotic scene. keeping quiet seems to be a measly thought lost in chifuyu's fuzzy mind, his voice growing louder every time your dick plunges into him. even if people in the store can hear him he doesn't seem to care, nothing lingers in that pretty little head of his except reaching his orgasm. immense pleasure racks his body, making his limbs tremble like faulty leaves. alas it doesn't seem to be enough, the heat swirling in the pit of his stomach almost insatiable.

"keep going...g-go mmph—go deeper..." your boyfriend whines breathlessly. after teasing him so much that's the least you can do right? you of course begin to roll your hips into him a bit more swiftly, mushroom tip pressing against that rough patch of nerves. chifuyu's jaw goes slack, any noises caught in the back of his throat. his hips almost instinctively begin to grind back against your cock, adoring the feeling of you rutting against his sensitive bundle of nerves.

your relentless and harsh thrust piercing his g-spot along with his desperate movements sends him spiraling into an orgasm. his body trembles violently as his orgasm finally washes over him and the uncomfortable knot in his stomach subsides. in his post-orgasmic high chifuyu remembers where the two of you are, embarrassment replacing the heat that swirled around in his gut just moments ago. he lifts his head to look at himself in the mirror, growing more flustered with each passing second.

it's crazy how wrecked the poor boy looks after an orgasm. his black locks now are disheveled and stick flat against his sweaty forehead. tears cling to his pretty long lashes, face fully flushed a deep shade of pink now. gasps and pants spill past his swollen lips, a thin string of saliva dribbling down his chin.

"y'know, i still have other things i want you to try on." you tease the boy playfully, watching as his bright green eyes widen in fear. chifuyu's poor cunt was already twitching and throbbing from overstimulation, he'd barely be able to walk by the time you're done with him. you can't help but let out a chuckle at his response, pressing a kiss against his lips.

a/n: hey....how yall doing? lol mb i didnt mean to disappear not that you care but yeah sorry. hope u enjoyed and i hope you're doing well. ily bye <3

#sub chifuyu #sub tokyo revengers #chifuyu smut #chifuyu x reader

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inuislvr · 2 years ago

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not-so-quickie | thoma x top reader.

you've been away from inazuma for three months. could anyone really blame you for wanting to pull your boyfriend away for a little one-on-one time?

N/S/F/W CONTENT ; MINORS DO NOT READ / INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

character[s]: thoma. reader: top. amab. gender neutral, no pronouns used. cw: nsfw. semi-public sex [?]. fingering. unprotected sex. anal sex. creampie. overstimulation [thoma]. dacryphilia. mindbreak kinda [?].

in your defense, it had been three months since you'd last seen him.

you never considered yourself particularly clingy - that was more thoma's thing - but three months was enough to make even you antsy. you dreamt about him more than you'd like to admit. he'd really turned you into quite the sap.

his elated greeting once the crux docked in ritou almost made all that time apart worth it, though. just seeing him was enough to send a spark through you, but to have him sweep his arms around you again, bright-eyed and thrilled as he kissed the side of your face; beidou's smirk be damned, you could die happy right then and there.

but you could die a little bit happier ten minutes later tucked behind two nearby shipping crates with your tongue in his mouth.

he'd stopped you once your knee pressed up between his thighs, though, pink-faced and shuddering. he'd always been so sensitive that even something like that was enough to rile him up. i'm still working, he'd said weakly. his fingers clenched on your shoulders when you puffed out a laugh against his throat.

he was reluctant to part even as he squirmed out from your grasp, but you didn't push it. he'd always been so tetchy about his work schedule. it was weirdly cute in a way. even after so long apart, thoma would always be thoma.

just a little longer, he'd said shyly, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. then i'll be all yours.

you could be patient. what was one more hour compared to three months?

but one hour turned to two turned to three and maybe you were clingier than you thought. it didn't help that you were kind of getting into it before you parted, and just orbiting around him while he finished up his tasks for the day was making your mouth go dry. you kept catching onto the way the setting sun lit the side of his throat when he spoke to someone, and the way his fingers splayed on his hip when he stood. you were too keyed up to wait properly.

you knew it was getting to him too, if his glances in your direction and lingering touch on your wrist or the crook of your elbow whenever he passed by was enough to go off of, breezy apologies for the wait. he blushed whenever he caught you staring. that was what was getting to you the most. the bashfulness. he wasn't even trying to get you worked up. you were just too zeroed in on him.

you could have waited until you boarded for the night. you probably should have. it'd have been more satisfying, but—

"oh! uh, okay," he said when you grabbed for his wrist the next time he passed your way. "i guess i'm—going this way now? sorry!" he called with a laugh over your shoulder to whoever he was speaking to before you interrupted. you think you knew them, but to be honest, social niceties weren't important to you at the moment.

you walked with purpose, your grip set around his wrist. "i'm sorry for the wait," he said, like he wasn't even absorbing what you were doing. "that was the last one, though, so now we can go—home and..." he trailed off when you pulled him forward, ducking into a narrow alleyway.

you pressed into him, crowding him against the wall. it wasn't hard to catch him up to speed, but he didn't react until you pressed a hot kiss to the base of his throat, fingers hooked into his belt to pull his hips into yours.

"oh," he gasped. you expected him to fuss over the idea of pulling him into some dingy alley to have your way with him or something, especially since there were still people out there. but it seemed the three months affected even him, because he just sucked in a breath and swallowed hard. "just—make it quick, alright?"

and you did. for all the attention you had on him, your actions breezed passed in hot flashes: your teeth sucking a mark on his collarbone (he'd berate you for that later). his nails digging into the back of your neck. the frantic clink of his belt. one of his smooth thighs hooked over your hip. his high whine when you pressed two of your fingers into him at once. you don't even remember which one of you had the proper lubrication for this, but here you were.

"hah," he panted, breath hot in your ear as your fingers thrusted into him steadily. it was clumsy in your enthusiasm, a little too forceful at first, but he rolled his hips into it nonetheless. "ah, your—fingers—it's... s-slow down!"

"you're the one speeding it along, not me." you chided, stilling the movement of hips with your free hand. the action made him whine in disagreement, his head falling back against the wall. "shh, someone could hear you."

"i'm sorry!" he whispered heatedly, face turning into yours. "i'm sorry, it's just—the stretch, it... it feels good." his voice petered off into a whine, but before you could say anything, he ducked in to capture your mouth in a hot, slick kiss.

he was tight around your fingers, less an attempt to stretch him than it was to just pleasure him. he choked on your tongue when you scissored your fingers in and out, struggling to kiss back when your fingers curled deeper, pressed harder up against that bundle of nerves that never failed to make him cry. it wasn't long before he was shuddering, crying out into your shoulder in an attempt to muffle himself. by the time you pressed a third finger into him, he really was crying— or close to it.

"fuck, fuck," he panted. his eyes were too wet to focus on whatever he was looking at over your shoulder; he squeezed them shut with a shout when you hooked your fingers again. "fuck!"

"shh." you hushed, but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't music to your ears. "i'm surprised you've lasted this long," you said, the casual, conversational tone making him jerk in your grip. "you're usually much more sensitive."

"i am! i am!" he cried as quietly as he could, breath hot and wet against your neck. "it's—s'just—" oh, there it was. he was starting to crack. "guh, i, i'm trying not to—"

"you can cum," you murmured, and just the words made him bow into himself with a full-body shudder of resistance. his cock was flushed pink where it was pressed wetly between your abdomens, but you'd made him cum on just your fingers like this in the past.

"no!" he sobbed, and it wasn't until then that you realized the wetness against your neck wasn't just him drooling against you. if it weren't for the wall behind him, he'd have collapsed from his free knee going weak. your voice so close to his ear after so long, arm holding him up, fingers pressed tight against his prostate, it was too much. he was too close. "i don't, ah, i don't—wanna cum until—until—you're inside!"

you paused. it was enough for him to suck in a steadying breath, dizzy and hot from the stimulation. you hadn't quite been planning on this. truth be told, you didn't think much ahead beyond just fingering him in an alley until he cried, having a little fun before you made it home, but to hear that...

"fuck," you muttered, and thoma nearly collapsed on himself when you pulled your fingers out with a wet schlick. he fumbled against the wall for footing as you hurriedly undid your pants to fish your cock out. you hissed under your breath when you lubed it up (you'd been so wrapped up in thoma that you hadn't even registered how hard you were), and then he squeaked when his other leg was lifted up to match the other, pants waving from where they dangled around one ankle.

it was then that you realized that you were both still clothed, about to fuck in an alley in a fit of desperation. thoma must have absorbed it then, too, because he flushed, his ears glowing in the dim light of the streetlamp across the street. he met your eyes nervously, like you hadn't done this before, and you couldn't help but kiss him.

he was doing so well at calming himself down again until this point. but the second the heat of your cock pressed stickily against his rim, his back went as straight as a bow.

"easy, thoma," you soothed with another kiss to his jaw, but it proved too much for him. your hands pressed against the flush skin of his hips, teeth nipping at his neck, the heat of you pressing into him—the second your head popped in, he came untouched against his stomach with a long, drawn-out whine.

you'd made him cum without touching his dick, of course, but to have him cum the very second you pushed inside him was a new one. you laughed breathlessly, dazed at the sight of him limp and flushed against the wall. he was still trembling from his orgasm when you spoke, a cross between adoring and vaguely condescending.

"oh, thoma—"

"no," he croaked, his legs weakly flexing around you when you shifted to pull back. "no, no, keep... keep going."

you hesitated. this was new territory. "are you sure?"

"yes." he nodded, blond hair stuck to his pink skin. his eyes were glittering with determination as he looked at you, fingers taught on your shoulders. he leaned in to kiss you, rocking his hips—and broke off with a whine, still sensitive from his orgasm.

you probably could have steeled your resolve and insisted on giving him a break, but the movement forced your cock in an inch, and the tight heat of him around you was just too much to resist. "alright," you said hoarsely. alright.

sweet thoma, always so sensitive, fought to stay still as you pushed in. he seemed to be stuck between curling in for more and twisting away from the stimulation, breath high and scattered in his throat. but he didn't once tell you to stop, instead hooking his legs tighter with a whine whenever he stilled to allow him a moment to calm down.

it went by relatively smoothly up until the very end, when you hitched your hips abruptly and popped all the way into him in one smooth, fluid motion. it'd been so long. he was so tight around you, so hot. you were seeing stars.

"fuck," you rasped, ears ringing. it took you a moment to register that thoma was speaking in hushed, hurried gasps.

"y-you're in," he gasped, panting like he'd been running a marathon. "you're in, you're in, you're—haah, s-so deep—" he whined, eyes cloudy with tears and some sort of far-offness that you'd only managed to coax out of him a handful of times. he rolled his hips once, minutely—you both moaned.

he fell apart the minute you began to rock your hips at a steady pace. he was normally so tightly wound when you had sex, fluttering muscles and rutting against you in a shy desperation that only he could pull off. but this was new. he melted against you, soft and pliant and pink as you thrusted into him, fingers tangled around the back of your neck in a weak attempt at support.

he babbled nonsense against you as you fucked into him, sweet and breathless. sharp little "ah, ah, ah"s and "so good"s, even one "i love you." his cock was hard again, an angry red, sticky against his shirt. he drooled against your shoulder, crying out in pleasure every time the fat head of your cock kissed his prostate. he'd probably forgotten about trying to be quiet.

it was a wonder that no one had heard you. or more likely, had heard and moved away from the area.

you wished so badly you could draw out this thoma a little more, but you were reaching your limit. it was all so hot and sweet and sticky and he kept gasping out your name in sharp little puffs of breath. your past few thrusts were short and hard, rutting into him with a desperation that came at the brink.

thoma knew you well enough to know that, too, because his nails suddenly dug into the back of your neck with a sharpness that made you gasp. "in—inside," he panted, eyes glossy as he tried to focus on you. his lips were pink and wet, mouthing out little whines. "please, please, inside, are, are you g'nna—h-hah, so big—"

"yeah," you panted, forcing yourself to look away from the sight of him so heated and needy. "yeah, i'm— i'm gonna—" you choked when he rolled his hips into yours weakly, trying to help you chase your release. it didn't take long. one, two, three thrusts, and then you hilted up into him with a groan, filling him with hot, sticky ropes of cum.

he sobbed when you did, clawing at you and rocking into it—that really did have you seeing stars, your vision whiting out at the edges as he fucked himself onto you, milking as much of it as he could. you couldn't remember the last time you came this hard.

"s-ssso much," he slurred, mouth slick against your throat, his entire body trembling. you flushed at the words despite yourself. he was rarely so far gone that he said such things out loud. it made your cock twitch and you hissed a bit at the stimulation.

you stood there for a moment as you caught your breath, suddenly a bit weak. holding him up was a bit more of a challenge now that your orgasm had sapped so much from you. but he didn't falter when you released his thighs, and it took you far too long to register that his legs were still hooked around your waist, holding you tight against him even as he trembled.

"t-thoma," you warned. your throat was dry. when had it gotten so dark? you could've sworn the sun had just barely started to set when you pulled him down there. you were going to have to walk back home, too. this wasn't a very good idea.

"not... not yet," he panted. his fingers twisted in the collar of your shirt when he pulled you in to a clumsy open-mouthed kiss. you broke it with a cry when he rolled his hips again, still sensitive. "more, one—one more time."

"i thought you wanted this to be quick..."

it was definitely not a very good idea. but it was still a nice way to be welcomed home.

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inuislvr · 2 years ago

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hi hi im @/qaevze main here 2 say i read that takashi shit u wrote religiously its saur delicious

omg hi :) i’m so glad you liked it. ty for your support ily <33

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inuislvr · 2 years ago

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god forgive me

♡ sub!kaeya, fucking surprise

♡cw: alcohol, god!reader, u are the anemo archon, gn reader, penetrative sex but no parts mentioned on either end, sort of dacryphilia, general cosmic knowledge bullshit

♡a/n: what am i doing. someone take this man away from me

“I think you’ve had a bit too much,” comes a flirtatious voice behind you. Though the first floor of the tavern is always crowded and cheerful, the second stays quiet enough for you to recognize the voice’s owner.

“What makes you say that?” you reply without turning around. The answer was obvious– empty glasses litter the table you’d claimed in the dim corner– but Kaeya wasn’t one for small talk. No, if he’d gone out of his way to find you, there was a more important reason.

Gloved hands press into the faded wood next to you, along with a glass that smells of Death After Noon, as the Captain leans over the table. “Rough day, was it?”

“I didn’t know you cared.”

“Is it so astonishing that I’d care for my God?”

Your hands playing with the splintering wood of the table stilled. There had always been cityfolk that knew your secret, but not many had so shamelessly flaunted their knowledge. It would seem fitting of the Spymaster to keep you on your toes. It wouldn’t be right, though, you decide, to let someone so brazen play games with a god.

“I didn’t take you for the type,” you answer measuredly, turning to meet his eye. “But then, I didn’t think I’d mentioned who I was to you before. Perhaps I’ve just scratched the surface in my perception of you.”

And perhaps the human drink has finally reached your brain, you think, as his visible eye glitters at your words. “Let’s get you home,” are the words that fall from his lips, neatly avoiding your implications. Fitting of the Knights, so good at backing out of impossible corners.

Your thoughts almost distract you from his next question.

“Where do you stay?”

You smile and lean in close, close enough Kaeya can hear you over the music and laughter of the tavern when you speak. “I don’t stay. I move where the winds lead me. And tonight, they’ve led me to you.”

He watches you, always so critical, as you lift his Death After Noon to your lips and let the sweet wine slide down your throat.

“Are you sure?” he asks, almost surprised. The wine hits your blood but does nothing to dull your mind. So difficult, to get drunk on the spirits of mortals. But there are other ways, you reason, to intoxicate oneself. And a new door just opened.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You don’t have any sense of danger? No regard for your safety?”

You shift slowly, leaning in towards the Captain. “You overestimate yourself,” you murmur, slow and sure. “Do you think you know more than me? Do you think I haven’t watched over you since you stumbled into my land? Do you think you would have thrived here without my blessing?”

You move closer, close enough that your lips brush against his ear when you say, “Do you think I don’t know you better than you know yourself?”

Kaeya freezes for a minute, but manages to maintain his façade. “If we’re to continue this conversation, it should be when you’re sober,” he relents.

“Such kindness,” you reply. So much this mortal didn’t know, so much he thought he did. You decide to keep to yourself that the wine had nothing to do with your disposition.

The scenes of the tavern and the streets blur as calloused hands guide you outside and into the night. You smile to yourself quietly– you hadn’t even had to ask– as the lights of the townhouses come into view.

The first thing you notice is that the decoration is sparse. A boy from two broken families would want less to miss, but the reality of it brings you to your senses. The music and blurriness of the city fall away to the quiet understatedness of the apartment.

Wordlessly, you remove your shoes and cross the room to wrap your arms around the Captain’s slender waist from behind.

“Poor lonely boy,” you whisper to him, your voice deep and rasping. “So underappreciated, so hopelessly unaware of the love this city feels for you.” Your grip tightens, sliding down over his hips. “Let me show you how much Mondstadt loves you.”

“You’re Mondstadt itself, are you?” comes his reply, breathless and questioning. Kaeya turns in your hands, tracing the softly glowing veins of your arms from elbow to wrist. The new orientation allows for you to let your fingertips wander, closer to where you wanted them.

“Yes,” is your simple answer. “The city, the lands, the people. I thought you knew.”

His back arches into you at the command of a wandering hand.

“I know your value to my people,” you continue, other hand tugging at his bottom lip, admiring its fullness. “I know what you deserve, outlander. You have the blessing of the Anemo Archon, is that not enough for you?

His stunned silence keeps you talking– you’ve never seen the Cavalry Captain speechless before. “Few can say they’ve caught the attention of a god. Some might consider themselves honored. Some might praise and worship me. But I like you best because you wouldn’t do any of that at all.” You brush a stray lock of hair out of his face carefully. “Beautiful little thing, let me show you how wanted you are.”

“You’re awfully confident,” comes his reply, deliberate as he brings your hand on his face to his lips, sucking at the worn, scarred flesh.

The time between the exchange at the front door and arriving in bed seems nonexistent. You hover over the mortal, veins thrumming with magic as you move to rid him of his clothes.

His submission catches you off guard, however, when he melts into your touch, letting his eye flutter shut as your fingers swiftly work open the laces of his corset and belt with an adept familiarity, as if you had put them on the Captain yourself. When the buttons of his shirt come undone, you busy yourself with his chest, and when you finally manage to peel his tight pants down his thighs, your teeth sink into the soft brown skin of his stomach.

Desperate hips rock against your chin, looking for friction. When your exploring touch finds his tight rim, you hear a barely muffled gasp from above you. That’s what I’m looking for.

“Do you have anything to help with this?” you mumble against his skin, biting back a laugh when he clenches tighter at the sound of your voice.

“Bedside table”, he answers, desperately trying to hide the shakiness of his voice. You fish in the drawer until you draw up an oil, one you first remember being used for this purpose hundreds of years ago. You push the Knight’s knees apart.

“Just like that,” you murmur, pouring the shining golden liquid over your fingers. Before the excess can spill over your palms, you press it into him, deliberate and unceremoniously. Try as you might, your eyes never stray from between his thighs as you coax your toying fingers deeper. Deft and smooth as ever, you spread him open before your prying, all-seeing eyes, as if to peel away all his secrets with the display.

Kaeya’s sweet moans brought your attention back to the present, the present where you were feeling and human and vulnerable, where another ached just out of reach of your fingertips. The present, the reality, where you could realize how much you needed to be inside the mortal crying out and stuffed full of your digits as soon as possible.

The show of his hole spreading and twitching for you almost distracted your focus enough to forget your intentions. Almost, but not quite. You stare into his bottomless, starry eye as you slide into him.

Settling your hands around the halo of blue hair, you rolled your hips forward, tender and forgiving. “I love you,” you whisper as you feel his body tremble under yours.

“You’re d-drunk,” he accuses, gasping in time with your soft thrusts. “D-don’t say things like that unless you mean it.”

Your reply comes easily. “You think I don’t?” Your lips graze the soft incline of his cheekbones. “I speak for my city. I speak for my land and all of its people. I am the wind and sky, the lifeblood of the land.”

“I love you, Kaeya.”

“Ahhhh!”

“We are your home. We love you.”

“Don’t say that, I told you–”

“I am your home. I love you.”

It had been so, so long since anyone had told Kaeya that he was loved.

The cruel emotional overstimulation you insisted on putting him through makes tears shine in his eye; that unknowable, sparkling eye. It also makes him tighten around you again.

As Kaeya’s lips part in protest, you press his knees back against his chest and drive yourself in further, reaching down to draw his lips to yours. “I love you,” you repeat, quieter against his lips before tugging his lip into your teeth. You pretend not to notice the tears that wet your cheek.

Kaeya’s fingers dig into your back, pushing you deeper, closer, as if all he wanted was to end up in a world where only you would tell him he was loved, over and over, until he could understand. The sound of his orgasm is carried on the melody of a wordless sob. His tears stream down his face in rivers now, and you lick them off his face one by one, buried deep inside as he clings to you tightly.

Well done, you think to yourself, as the Knight shakes and sobs at your mercy. What better way to welcome a mortal home than to show him his god’s love firsthand?

—nawt betad bc i don’t have one still. ummm yea so sound off if this was good or not lmao edit: this was inspired by an ao3 user but found out they r a k*eluc freak so here we are

#this is so cute omg

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no thoughts, only afab!childe riding my face like the whiny whore he is

(Again sorry for the await, hope you will enjoy this :p)

Struggling to breathe under the weight of Childe’s well trained thighs, you gripped his ass and waist to make him come even closer to your face. Lapping your tongue at his delicious folds, Ajax rolled his hips energetically onto your nose and most importantly your working tongue. He whined loudly, knowing that his office’s door was unlocked, letting the possibility of being caught by a Fatui member increase second by second. That fact only made the both of you hornier and greedier, for each other’s body. You groaned onto him, sending vibrations through his whole body, making him moan loudly again. He repeated your name like a chant and tried to grip whatever was near his hands. You were laying down on his desk, making it squeak each time Childe rolled his hips in desperation.

“You fuck me so good, please~ !”

He didn’t even know what he begged for, release ? Childe didn’t mind being edged. Slower pace ? Like hell he would wish for that. You were now grabbing his thighs as he stopped moving, focusing on the stimulation on his puffy clit. You took a finger and shoved it inside his cunt, earning another yelp from him. His whole body shivered, informing you that his climax approached. You only went faster with your hand and tongue moves, he moaned so loudly that it resonated into the whole room.

When he finally came, you licked the entirety of his juices, savoring every last drop of cum. But as he tried to get up, you slammed his hips back into your face. Ajax yelped loudly at how sensitive his clit felt from the previous climax. It was already too much for the poor boy. He attempted to move up from your harsh tongue but your grip on his thighs was firm, making it impossible for the red-haired to remove himself from your face or even fight back. He just had to endure it. The stimulation hurt him so good that he already felt a familiar knot form into his abdomen, as he kept on whining and letting your name fall off his mouth loudly. You didn’t stop your pace, welcoming another climax in your mouth, making his cunt clean with your tongue.

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୨⎯ addicted: mitsuya takashi ⎯୧

ღ pairing: sub afab mitsuya x dom gn reader. bonten timeline

ღ cw: explicit content. +18. penetrative sex, fingering, oral (mitsuya receiving), mirror sex, overstimulation if you squint. reader is a bit of a tease. usage of the work cock, can also be understood as a strap.

ღ wc: 2k

today had been rather tiring at work but lucky for you, your boyfriend's office is within walking distance. so, you decided to go see him for a little pick-me-up. the corners of your lips begin to turn upwards as you approach the door to mitsuya's office, imaging the warm smile that would grace his face when you walk through the door. just the thought of embracing him, holding his slightly smaller frame in your arms makes your heart flutter. you bring your hand up to the door, tapping your knuckles lightly against it before pushing the door open. the grin on your face only grows as you lay eyes on your boyfriend. he looks so cute, his brows are knitted together as he concentrates on carefully cutting some fabric for what you can only assume is a garment he's making.

once he's finished he offers your a glance, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. "hey." he greets you simply, though the grin plastered on his face lets you know he's quite happy to see you. you make your way over to his desk, hugging the male from behind. "hi taka." you murmur, pressing a kiss against the nape of his neck. "how was your day?" he inquires, eyes still focused on the garment he seems to be creating. "eh. could’ve been better" you retort, earning a light chuckle from your boyfriend. "what about you?" "it was okay. i'm glad you're here, i missed you." he says quietly, continuing his work. you can't help but smile, murmuring how you missed him too. a comfortable silence falls over the two of you, your eyes following mitsuya's slender fingers as he stitches the fabric together. you tighten your hold on the smaller, putting your weight on the smaller in hopes to gain even a sliver of his attention. alas, your efforts are futile and mitsuya continues working on the garment quietly.

you gently graze your nose against the skin of his neck, slightly amused when mitsuya shivers at the contact. "feelin' cuddly?" he inquires looking up at you with a small smile. "maybe. you don't mind do you?" you respond slowly leaning in until your face is only inches away from mitsuya's. "not at all. just let me finish this okay?" you nod, finally bringing your lips to his. the smaller kisses back, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly melts into the feeling of your soft lips against his. its clear you have no intentions of letting him finish whatever he's started.

you deepen the kiss, licking the male's bottom lip for entrance which he grants. you slip your tongue into his mouth, swirling the warm muscle around his. you bring your right hand up to mitsuya's face, grasping his jaw as you continue to kiss him while your left hand begins to wander into his pants. you rub your middle and ring finger against mitsuya's delicate folds, earning a whine from the boy. his grip on the needle gradually loosens as he begins to succumb to the pleasure more and more until you hear it clatter softly against the table. "w-wait...i should r-really finish this.." he tries to protest, though his words come out more like a breathless whine. you jut your bottom lip out at his words. "you can't finish it later?" you question, watching as his eyes drift to his unfinished garment on the table, pursing his lips together. your fingers graze over his clit, making his legs tremble. he just can't seem to resist you; especially when you're kissing and touching him in all the right places, making heat pool into the pit of his gut. "f-fine go ahead."

you smile before you capture mitsuya's lips once more, moving your hand from his jaw to under his shirt. your fingers lightly graze his warm skin until the pads of your fingers come in contact with his nipple. you lazily play with the nub, twisting it between your index finger and thumb and giving it an occasional pull. the lilac-haired male can barely keep his meek whimpers and moans in the more you toy with his body. your left hand resides in mitsuya's pants, the pad of your thumb pressing against his puffy clit while your index and middle finger brush over the wet folds once again. the lavender-haired male seems to grow more impatient, bucking his hips against your hand. a low chuckle leaves your lips, giving him what he wants nonetheless. his breath hitches when you push your fingers into his pretty cunt, enjoying the feeling of your digits stretching him open.

you finger the smaller at a relatively steady pace, your thumb gyrating over his clit; all the while mitsuya just seems to be unraveling in front of you. his eyes slowly flutter shut, focusing on the heat pooling into the pit of his gut with every thrust of your digits. "feel good?" you question quietly, tilting his head up so he's looking at you once again. he nods eagerly, muttering a whiney "more please," as he meets eyes with you. he looks so gorgeous when he begs; his lavender irises bore into yours, cheeks flushed a rosy shade of pink.

mitsuya lets out another whine when you pull your fingers out of him but you're quick to shut him up with a kiss. "don't worry doll," you murmur, a teasing smile ghosting over your lips. "i'll give you what you want." you finish, connecting your lips with his once more. when your lips depart from his you trail a few kisses up his neck. "bend over for me." takashi shivers, your soft words tickling the shell of his ear. the lavender-haired male obeys despite being the slightest bit flustered with the position he's in. a light shade of pink dusting over his cheeks when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror parallel to his desk. his eyes eventually drift to you, his pretty cunt throbbing when he sees the expression on your face. your gaze is filled with greed as you hastily tug mitsuya's pants and underwear off, leaving the garments discarded around his ankles.

you kneel down so you're at eye level with his cunt, middle and ring finger rubbing over his glistening folds. takashi's walls clench and unclench, anticipating the feeling of your fingers. when you simply can't resist anymore you latch your lips onto takashi's pretty pussy, earning a small gasp from the male. you push your middle and ring finger into the male's warm walls whilst you lick and suck at his sensitive folds. takashi sounds so cute, breathless moans and whimpers falling from his lips as you continue to toy with his cunt. the stimulation from your mouth and fingers seems to make all his thoughts melt away until all he can focus on is the way your fingers feel inside his gummy walls, poking and prodding at that certain spot repeatedly; it makes the heat in the pit of his gut almost unbearable. he seems to grow a bit more desperate on the cusp of his orgasm, grinding back onto your face as high-pitched leave his lips.

you pull away from his pussy at that moments, a smug grin ghosting over your lips as you watch takashi's cunt clench and pulsate around your digits. you swiftly pull your fingers out of mitsuya, a loud whimper falling from his lips as you do so. it's almost funny, watching your level-headed boyfriend get so worked up over something so futile. "what's the matter taka?" you question, massaging his sensitive lips at a painfully slow pace. "please.." is all the smaller manages to say, tears stinging his lavender irises. "that's not how you properly ask takashi." you chastise lightly. mitsuya groans when you pull your fingers away, throbbing walls clenching around nothing. "can i please come?" "of course, you can. where do you wanna come baby? you wanna come on my cock?" you question, hands gripping the male's hips. "yes! please...please..want your cock.." mitsuya begs, pressing his cunt against your clothes crotch, and of course you oblige. your hands quickly unbutton your pants, snaking your hand into your underwear. you press the tip of your dick against takashi's pretty hole once more, an airy moan slipping from the smallers lips.

your eyes are glued to the mirror as you push your girth into his throbbing pussy. mitsuya's lips part, face contorting in pleasure as you begin to roll your hips at a slow pace. takashi's warm walls flutter around your cock, adoring the feeling of you stretching him open. sparks of pleasure rush through takashi's body with every snap of your hips; you’re thrusting so deeply that he can feel you in his stomach, making it hard for your boyfriend to even catch his breath.

you begin to pick up the pace somewhere along the line, the smallers cunt squeezing and throbbing around your dick fueling you to go faster. a cacophony of whimpers and moans spill from the smallers plush lips, his poor mind is so hazy and strung out from your dick relentlessly hitting his sensitive bundle of nerves. "y'know instead of working maybe you should just be my lil cock sleeve. you'd like that wouldn't you taka?" you inquire, coy grin plastered on your face. poor takashi cant even bring himself to respond, moans and cries caught in the back of his throat; your bruising grip on his hips seems to be the only thing on his mind. the way you're thrusting your hips into his sopping cunt so harshly his desk begins to creak. he can hear you loud and clear though. the thought of you treating him like a personal fleshlight makes him throb even more, he's not completely against the idea.

"did that turn you on?" your inquiry pulls takashi out of his daze, shaking his head frantically. "pervert." you chide playfully. "'m-i'm not!" the male whines out, but he doesn't sound very convincing. "there's no need to be ashamed takashi." you tease once more, earning another whine from the male.

the tightening in mitsuya's gut ultimately comes to climax, the stimulation from your harsh thrust and gratuitous teasing sends him spiraling into his orgasm. a loud sob rips from his throat, sensitive cunt throbbing and his legs trembling violently as his orgasm finally washes over him. your poor boyfriend can’t even ease down from his orgasm before you turn him over so his back is against the desk, resuming your harsh thrust.

the smallers mouth falls open once again, choked moans and sobs escaping the cavity. poor takashi’s body doesn’t even know how to react, oversensitivity racking his smaller frame every time your cock scrapes against his tight walls. “is it too much for you?” your boyfriend's quick to shake his head, wrapping his legs around your waist. “m-more…please. feels so g-good..” he moans breathlessly, and of course, you’d never deny him. not when he looks so pretty under you; his lilac irises have that pleading glimmer and his cheeks are shaded that gorgeous shade of peach.

his pleads only encourage you to go faster, his body jerking upward with every snap of your hips. takashi’s warm walls begin to clench around you once again, his orgasm nearing. you bring your thumb to mitsuya’s clit, rubbing over the sensitive nub as you continue fucking him. the extra stimulation sends mitsuya into a frenzy, squeezing his eyes shut as his back arches off the desk.

“c-cummi—” is all the male manages to get out, an overwhelming wave of pleasure coming over him. his sopping cunt pulsates around you, coating your dick generously. shaky breaths slip from mitsuya’s lips as he comes down from his second orgasm. you lean down, pressing your lips against his. takashi’s wraps his arms around your neck, moaning as he kisses you back. “feel better now?” he murmurs against your lips. you let out a light chuckle before replying, “yeah, a lot better.

a/n: hi :) i hope this was okay it lowkey took forever to write and idk if i like it lol. sorry for any spelling mistakes. working on a chifuyu oneshot so let's see how long it takes me to finish that. feel free to submit request if u like. thank u for the support ily

#sub mitsuya #sub tokyo revengers #dom reader #tokyo rev smut #mitsuya x y/n #mitsuya smut

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୨⎯ all i want: rindou haitani ⎯୧

ღ pairing: sub fem rindou x dom gn reader

ღ cw: explicit content. mdni 18+. penetrative sex, vulgar language, spanking (once). reader is a bit mean. usage of the word dick but can also be understood as a strap.

ღ wc: 742

imagine you're going to give your boss mrs. haitani some important documents before you leave and as you near her office, you hear hushed whines and moans on the other side of the door. this puzzles you quite a bit. you'd always imagined mrs. haitani as a very strict and uptight woman, she couldn't possibly be doing what you think she'd be doing, right?

"y/n.." you hear the woman whine out. well now you simply have to walk into her office, and that's exactly what you do. rindou freezes the minute she hears the door click open, growing even more embarrassed when she realizes who's walked into her office unannounced. a devious grin spreads across your lips at the imagine before you; rindou uses her right hand to pull her skirt up whilst her left hand has two fingers buried into her pretty pink cunt. her face seems to be growing darker by the second, the longer your eyes stare at her. you swiftly close and lock the door behind yourself before you walk over to her, flopping the documents on her desk.

"what a sight." you say, a smug smirk plastered on your face. the woman is quick to close her legs, averting her eyes from yours. "do you want some help?" you inquire, amused at how flustered rindou seems. you grab her face, forcing her to look you in the eyes. you stare into her violet orbs before murmuring, "i asked you a question rindou." she narrows her eyes at you, jutting out her lip slightly. "y-yes.." she utters averting her eyes once again. you're quick to pull her out of her seat, bending her over the desk.

"you're a fuckin slut you know that?" your words tickle the shell of her ear, shivers running down her spine. "just fuck me already." she demands, pushing her ass up against your crotch. you're almost taken aback at how assertive she's being while being bent over her desk. however, you still won't give rindou the impression that she has any control in her current situation. a yelp slips from her lips as she feels a harsh slap reign down on her ass, a slight stinging still lingering on the pale skin afterward.

"use your manners rindou." the firmness in your tone makes her legs tremble just the slightest bit. she frowns, her brows furrowing as she mutters a quiet "fuck me". "i can't you hear you." you chide playfully, your smug grin only growing larger at the sight of rindou gritting her teeth. "fuck me...please.." she utters lowly, the slightest bit of desperation laced into her voice. "of course mrs. haitani." you respond, thrusting into her harshly.

the sound of skin slapping echos in the spacious office, a guttural moan from rindou following shortly after. you continue to thrust into the woman at a slow yet rhythmic pace, pulling multiple whines and moans from the woman every time you hit that sensitive bundle of nerves. all she can manage to do is grip onto her desk, mouth agape as her body jerks forward from the sheer force of your thrust.

"i bet this feels better than your hand doesn't it?" you tease the woman though she can't really respond. she feels like her brain is slowly turning to mush, all she can focus on is the feeling of your cock stretching her tight cunt. it's almost incomprehensible how good you're making her feel to the point where her legs are shaking and she's drooling all over the documents discarded on her desk. you firmly grasp the woman's jaw, tilting her head upwards.

"be careful. you wouldn't want to mess up any important documents would you?" rindou frowns at your antagonizing comment, though her annoyed expression dissipates in seconds when she feels your dick kissing her sensitive bundle of nerves once again. that action seems to push her over the edge, her violet eyes fluttering shut and her mouth falling open once again as she lets out a wail of pleasure. a smirk is plastered across your face as you watch rindou slowly ease down from her orgasm, her juices coating your dick and trickling down her shaky legs. ragged pants are the only sound in the quiet room, that is until you decide to speak up. "i'll have to come to your office more often." you murmur kissing her shoulder. although she doesn't say anything, you can see a blush creeping up on her cheeks.

a/n: omg hi. so sorry i haven't published anything i've been working a lot. i hope this short imagine is enough, i'm also working on a mitsuya one shot it's almost finished. feel free to request stuff. thank u for all the support <3

#rindou x y/n #sub tokyo revengers #tokyo rev smut #tr rindou #rindou x you

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