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shinkikomori · 1 year ago

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albedo , xiao , heizou x afab! reader

summary : telling your beloved about your cnc kink .

warning : cnc (consensual non-consent kink), dom-sub dynamics, dom! albedo, dom! xiao, dom! heizou, sub! reader, fem anatomy reader, sexual content, mention of unprotected sex, dacryphilia, mentioned breeding, dumbification, manhandling etc

reblogs are very appreciated!

albedo ( kreideprinz )

is amused, to say the least.

humans in general are amusing to him, you of course far more than others

his not-so-subtle wish to use your body as he pleases turns out to be very close within his reach (restricted by your safeword of course)

shamelessly pulls out his notebook, making brief data on your tastes

" forceful domination, almost bordering nonconsensual intercourse, i see. i have never even considered this to be a fantasy before. "

when he notices your slight change in expression, he immediately assures you

" of course i don't mind. i'm willing to try anything you desire in bed. with your permission, of course ."

the discussion in general went as smoothly as it could, you even agreed on a physical form of safeword to let him know in case you weren't able to speak. (to tap on his thigh/shoulder depending on the position 3 times.)

the problem was what lied afterwards.

almost a month passed after your 'conversation' but nothing has happened yet, to your surprise

you weren't expecting your well-mannered boyfriend to jump on you immediately, but you thought he would've tried something by now

you had almost forgotten completely about this subject, which was exactly what albedo was aiming for

what you certainly did not expect was for him to slam you against his table in the middle of the day in his lab in dragonspine- a full month after your little 'confession'.

"stay still. you'll mess up my calculation." easier said than done.

your mouth hung open, hands barely managing to hold onto the smooth wooden table underneath you. with each hard drill of his hips, your back rubbed harshly against the cold surface. the entirety of this position was mildly uncomfortable with how your legs were forced wide open over albedo's shoulders, not to mention how eerily cold his hands felt gripping your hips. you never knew he could be this... forceful.

"n-no stop-" as soon as you started struggling and pushing weakly against his chest, albedo shoved two fingers into your mouth to silence you immediately. you gagged and drooled hopelessly, pussy clenching incredibly tight around his cock to his pleasure. amidst your tear-blurred vision, you could see how his normally warm teal eyes glowed in unfamiliar, cold indifference. like you were nothing but a... toy for him to use. he was never like this to you- fuck but the way his length forced its way in your hole was clouding your mind too much for you to burn this all into your memory.

" such expression only tempts me more, love. see how you're dripping onto me? you want this as much as i do." he placed a tender kiss under your ear in contrast to his brutal actions. another deep thrust was forced into your poor cunt, but this time he deliberately aimed for your weak spot he knew all too well. you shuddered in pleasure but weakly shook your head. no, you did not want this. you did not, you did not...-

"no ?" he faked confusion over his pretty features until returning to his cold calculating expression.

" too bad you have no say in this." albedo emphasized his words with a sharp retraction and snap so deep in your cunt. he had your hand resting on his shoulder in case you needed to express your boundaries, yet you didn't.

a smirk grew on his thin lips- of course you didn't. after all, you were his adorable little doll to use as he pleased right? a sense of pride overflows albedo's chest, that you entrusted your everything to him like this.

his pretty, pretty little sweetheart.

xiao ( alatus )

mildly extremely horrified

can't say he's a fan, really (at first)

"...pardon?"

no many how long you spend verbalizing your desires, he would struggle to understand

xiao is pretty emotionless in facial expressions but his reaction to your cnc kink was... remarkable, to say the least

would like to hear and comprehend more before doing anything

it would take a long, long time for him to even consider actually giving into your not-so-subtle invitation now and then

at the end of the day, he really wants to satisfy and pleasure you, that's exactly how and why he caves in

in the middle of you teasing him about his carefulness and your desire for him to do the exact opposite, he glances in your direction

you did notice his familiar glare targeted at you, silently warning you to stop

but did you? not exactly, you were curious to see where this led you

well, you got your answer soon enough when xiao pushed you against the bed with incredible force despite him controlling his strength with all his might

you winced at his sheer strength when he slammed your hands above your head and held them down on the bed with one hand, grip tightening to keep you in place

noticing your slight recoil in response to his actions, he scoffed.

"that was me being as nice as i could. you can't even take this but claim that you want me to force you to my desires."

you opened your mouth to protest, but halted when you noticed xiao's gaze darken.

his amber eyes stared down at you in carnal desire, frustration and want. xiao's gaze made you feel so small, like you were his prey.

"safeword."

he had to make sure you remembered it when you'd need it

giving you one last chance to back off

he was an illuminated beast. he expressed multiple times that you had no idea what he was capable of.

when you smirked and stated your safeword with confidence, he sighed in defeat.

" quit struggling. you'll only hurt yourself more." xiao's monotonous voice echoed in your ear. how could he say that so indifferently when you were having an incredibly hard time even comprehending what he was saying?

your body twitched uncontrollably from the heavy sensations of overstimulation. his grip on your hips was bruising, the repeated sounds of the bed creaking and headboard slamming against the wall deafening to say the least. xiao's gaze switched between your sloppy cunt swallowing his dick greedily each time he moved and how your face twisted so prettily under him in unwelcome pleasure. he growled like an animal in heat, his own mind fuzzy just as yours are from how sinfully glorious you felt around him. to think out of everything, this was what worked best at the worst of his days.

xiao grimaced a bit at the sudden weight of his karmic debt washing over his sanity. in irritation and lust, he drilled into you even harder to push away the feelings. you gasped out from how brutal his thrusts became, nails digging into his back with no regard to leaving marks. fuck, he wanted to keep you so bad, have you warm his cock for all eternity in this fragile world he works damn hard to protect. was this the celestia blessing him for all he's done? if so, he'd go through all the hell he endured as many times as needed just to have you, wreck you like this again and again.

" xiao no stop- too much!! hurts-" you pushed yourself to the limit just to say these words without stuttering only to have him scoff and lowly... laugh at your foolish request. it was almost as if he heard an amusing jest. nothing that left your mouth other than your pretty moans and safeword mattered to him at this point.

"silence." he commanded, you subtly shivering at his unfair order.

his sharp fangs left bite marks, hickeys, visible engravings as proof of his claim over you. you trembled like a leaf in ecstasy. greedily burning your image into his memory, xiao continued his assault over your poor body. in truth, the vigilant yaksha was much, much more possessive than he lets on. seeing you like this under him, almost unresponsive due to his corruption, may ironically be what works best to tame the darkness in him.

but the thoughts can wait. xiao bit your shoulder harshly, relishing in your broken moans, your body slowly melting, falling into shape to accompany him. that's right, entrust yourself to him more. alatus will absolutely destroy you,

all while musing in his head how fucking grateful he was to have you.

shikanoin heizou

not exactly what he expected when you sat down with him to have a 'talk', but let's just say he's good with surprises

after a few seconds of much-needed explanation, expect his eyes to be gleaming with curiosity

not opposed to trying it as soon as possible at all

"that's interesting! power dynamics, i see."

"so you don't mind if i like, hurt you intentionally? or even unintentionally? i mean i'd be careful of course-"

sounds a little bit too excited but he means well

can't really blame him, heizou is super attracted to you in every way possible and this was you entrusting your desires with him, of course he'd be over the moon!

of course he'd please you as much as he can, he is your lover after all. he quite literally exists for that doesn't he?

and if it's him forcing your mind body and soul to accompany him, he'd gladly take the role

at the end of the day he might even favor cnc kink more than you do

you were so, so beautiful. there was nothing in this world to compare to your beauty in heizou's eyes while he beamed fondly at your oh-so cute reactions to his fat cock bullying your cunt repeatedly. the entire evening the same sweet smile never left his face. guess that's how happy he was to have you, his beloved darling to force, use and break as he pleased, hm?

voice barely even audible anymore from how long he'd been worshipping your body in his own twisted way (which was rutting into your hole as he pleased for the past few hours despite your protests and tears), your body felt ruined, used and almost broken. alas, your current state was the most beautiful he had ever seen you before. after all, he was the cause here wasn't he? shikanoin heizou, not anyone else.

in harmony to his endearing thoughts, he drank in the adorable sight of your tear-stained face, unfocused eyes and drool dripping down your cheek. his fondness of the current situation was so, so evident in every way possible. normally, heizou's affection and overwhelming love was welcomed but his overbearing fondness you felt right now was foreign, almost suffocating in the best way possible. but it didn't change how overwhelming his actions were, did it?

"heizou- ah! no- no stop m' gonna go mad, please-" you didn't even know what you expected, but your tears dropped even faster when he playfully giggled and tilted his head in fake confusion. he blatantly ignored your frail arms desperately trying to push him away, even going as far to laugh in your face loudly, way happier than you expected him to.

"maybe you've forgotten your place, baby! you're mine to use, fuck, and breed. you belong to me, my beloved darling." heizou's cloyingly sweet voice sounded hypnotizing despite the fact that it took your entire effort to even comprehend what he was saying to you. when you closed your eyes in exhaust, heizou smirked and took it as a challenge to force them open with the force he used in his thrusts. angling his hips just the way you liked it, a fond giggle left his mouth when you opened your eyes wide, pupils blown and gaze unfocused from the mind-blowing overbearing pleasure after your nth orgasm hit you against your will. you hopelessly cried and thrashed to no avail, heizou's weight forcing you back in position just so he could continue using, abusing your pretty body to get off again and again.

just when you felt like you were about to pass out, heizou called your name.

"it's fine baby, look!" grabs your limp hands and places them over his rapidly beating heart in his chest, all while repeatedly snapping his hips fast and hard against yours.

"feel that? feel how fast my heart is beating? it's beating to show you that i'm all yours too! i belong to you as much you do to me ��"

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shinkikomori · 1 year ago

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pretty little things - minors dni please

summary - yandere childe takes you home from a bar in sumeru. dub con because you've been drinking but he feeds u and waits for you to sober up. rough cnc, you slap him he scratches you, lots of praise, some bondage, childe cums inside even after u tell him not to but he's gonna get u herb plan b he's just scaring u for fun so n/nc/n breeding threat, childe doms but his as much a masochist as he is a sadist so we vibe. light archon quest spoilers.

a/n: TECHNICALLY this can function as a smut 1 shot p/rn with plot but i did write 50 more pages of it that will continue as a series on A03 and it'll continue on tumblr if ppl like it here. also i spell a couple of genshin things wrong they're very bad for my dyslexia.

one shot pairing - yandere childe x f!reader series pairings - yandere childe x f!reader, alhaitham x reader, diluc x reader, possibly some dottore/pantalone x reader.

“It’s okay,” you pet your little mechanism softly on the back and it preens, the gold core at it’s center flickering a little, “I think you have a right to exist.” It hops around the table before resting in your palm, curling up there. Though mechanical lifeforms were banned as a subject of study, there weren’t any rules about building yourself a little friend. Maybe if the other scholars had been kinder, and more welcoming, you wouldn’t have had to resort to such measures. You sip your drink with your free hand, looking out over the tavern. Many are gathered, other researchers from the Akademya, other brilliant minds, those with funding, those with projects that mattered, and those who could stand in the sunlight and proclaim their knowledge.

Your work existed at the intersection of several troves of knowledge, the study of consciousness, and the theory of consciousness. Humanity had been proven to be aware, but the awareness exhibited by other creatures, from Hilichurls, Adepti, Abyss Mages, and the Archons themselves varied. You measured the degree of awakeness, and how each creature's neurology and psychopathological nuances influenced their morals, behavior, and socialization. The little bird you’d built yourself snuggles in your palm. It was simple, just a few scraps of metal and some magic ores, but it feltlike she had a personality, has likes and dislikes and would converse with you in the limited ways she could.

“Do you think you’re alive?” You murmur, feeling warm and pleasantly drunk, hunkered in your favorite corner. The little machine doesn’t move, or make any indication it heard you. The door to the tavern opens and in strides a tall man with auburn hair and broad shoulders. His smile is easy, but he’s made no attempt to fit in with the locals in his dress, his grey and red attire marking him clearly as a Sneznayhan tourist. His vision is tucked against his belt, and most of the tavern awkwardly turns away from him. Fatui diplomat's reputation currently was at an all-time low, after scuffles in both Mondstadt and Liyue, and the young man makes his way to the only open seat at the bar, next to you. You tuck your little bird into your pocket and scoot over to make room for him, he glances at you.

“Bad day?” He asks, noting the empty glasses near you.

“How alive do you think you are,” You ask him, resting your face on the palm of your hand. “On a scale of one to ten?” He’s somehow not caught off guard by your question, and he answers quickly.

“Oh, today? Soft four.”

“Do you think on some days we’re more or less alive?” Your brow wrinkles. “That variable would complicate my research for sure.” You sigh deeply and he orders a drink, downing half of it the second it arrives. “How about you, bad day?”

“Ah,” He shrugs, “They’re all sort of a compounding of experiences neither negative nor positive, I think,” he pauses, considering, “I think I might have done something either monstrously clever or deeply and truly idiotic and I’m not positive which but I’d rather not find out at this moment, I’m enjoying the drink,” his eyes flick to you, your warm face, easy smile, to the cleavage he can see pushing out of your dress, “And the company.”

“Ahhh,” You lean back, nodding like he’s confirmed something excellent. “Schrodingers Cat.” He cocks his head at you. “The cat, goes in the box,” He grins, wildly enjoying your animated speech, “Cat goes in the box, and then, once it’s in there, you have no way of knowing if the cat is alive or dead.”

“Oh oh,” He takes another sip of his drink, “Yes, and I will not be opening the box tonight.” You nod, and he watches your consciousness stray from him. “Hey,” He nudges you, “Could you pay attention, I’m trying to flirt.” You giggle, shaking your head.

“No.” You turn your nose up at him, taking your drink and finishing it. “Try harder.” He hums softly.

“I do love a challenge.” He considers something. “I’m at a 6 six now.”

“Out of ten?” Your eyes light up, you manage to produce a notebook from somewhere, taking notes. “I’m trying,” you look up at him then go back to the notes, “I want to map a spectrum of consciousness, so that we can calculate against it, like how conscious is a human compared to an archon compared to a honeybee.”

“Have you ever met an archon?” He asks you, and you shake your head. “I have.” You raise your eyebrows. “I’m honestly a little hurt you don’t recognize me,” his hand flies to his heart with mock offense, “I’m Childe, eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers.”

“Oh!” You recoil from him, eyes wide, loud enough so that a few people around look, “Oh, you, this, I,” he watches you make several connections, intelligence dancing behind your drunken glassy eyes, you cock your head, studying him, “So you’re dangerous.”

“Very.” He leans forward. “Extremely dangerous.”

“Oh dear,” You sigh again, face back in your palm, leaning over the bar and looking up at him. “I am unfortunately visionless.” You shrug. “Unimportant, and therefore not worth your trouble.” He takes in that admission slowly, you watch him chew and swallow the information.

“I doubt very much that you are unimportant.” He says eventually. “Whatcha hiding in your pocket, sweetheart?” It’s funny, you’re so drunk all of your thoughts play right on your face. This was easier than he’d expected. “You can show me,” he says, leaning further into your personal space, “I’m not gonna run off and report you.” You give him a cheeky half-smile.

“Her name is Bertie.” You whisper, pulling the little mechanical creature out of your pocket and holding her in your palms, she’s still sleeping, her crystal core glowing dimly.

“Hello Bertie,” he coos, “What a pretty thing.” You laugh, tucking her away immediately, to Childe’s immediate dismay. “Oh, we were just getting to know each other,” he protests, “You can’t separate us so fast,” he says, but you shake your head.

“She’s resting, I can’t recharge her until the sun is out again, anyway.” You shrug and sense a change in Childe’s demeanor.

“She’s solar-powered?” He asks, and when you nod he rubs his chin, realizing he’s given something away and pivoting. “So you’re a real nerd huh?”

“Excuse me,” You feign offense, “I happen to be not at all addicted to my work, and I wasn’t drinking alone when you came in here.”

“Oh yeah?” He grins, “Your boyfriend gonna come beat me up?”

“He might.” You sniff haughtily and go to order another drink, the bartender shakes his head, placing a glass of water in front of you.

“After you finish that I’ll serve you.” He says, and you groan. Childe takes a calculated risk, and reaches out, resting a large hand on your thigh. You react not at all as he expects, no longer trading barbs, you retreat into yourself, smiling shyly.

“What?” He says softly, deepening his voice a little. He knows, you think, he knows what.

“I um,” you search for words, fuck you’re inebriated, “I dunno.”

“Can’t imagine that’s something a scholar like yourself says often,” He says, speaking lowly, forcing you to lean into him so that you can hear, his breath fanning over your face. “You don’t know.”

“Not often.” You manage, and he squeezes your thigh. “How did you know I’m a scholar?” You ask, and he rolls his eyes.

“It’s obvious.” He reaches out and tucks some hair behind one of your ears, “C’mon, you’re smarter than that. Girl with a notebook at the bar in Sumeru, she’s a scholar.” He shakes his head. “I’ve got something else you don’t know.”

“Oh really?” You lean into the warmth of his hand, almost nuzzling him like a cat.

“I’d really like to kiss you, at some point,” He says, speaking quietly again so that you have to lean in, “So why don’t you finish that water for me, you can do it.” You pout visibly but obey downing the water in a matter of minutes. He orders some snacks that you pick at, and the two of you make conversation. He learns what makes you erupt in a peal of bell- giggles and spends the next few hours stabbing at that button, desperate to hear the sound over and over again. You’re covering your mouth laughing after a direct hit, he’d made some joke about how he’d been sent here to see the scribe, Alhaitham but he was absolutely never in his office. He catches a strange look pass over your face at the mention of the name, but you ask a question before he can push the issue.

“Childe is an interesting name,” you murmur, “An interesting pseudonym.” He shrugs.

“I have a few of them,” He says. “It’s necessary to do business on behalf of the Fatui.” A cloud passes over your face again and he curses himself. “What, our reputation can’t be that bad?” He aims for playfulness and almost misses.

“Oh,” you laugh again and it hits him like a tidal wave, “Of course, it can be and it is, lucky for you I have absolutely no self-respect.”

“None at all?” He smiles, bringing his own drink to his lips.

“Um,” you look concerned for a moment, and feign checking your purse, “Yes, none at all I just confirmed.”

“If I believed in luck I’d feel that way right now.” He says, slipping an arm around your waist and sliding enough Mora to pay your bill and then some across the counter.

“Oooh,” you lean into his touch, “Should have told me you were rich, Childe, that might have made this faster.” He laughs, genuinely.

“This would have been faster if you weren’t halfway into a drunken stupor when I walked in.” He says, booping your nose with a gloved finger. “Come along now.” He whisks you from the Tavern. “Your place?” He says casually, itching, he’s close, he’s so close, he can smell it, he’s almost there. You fidget.

“It’s messy.” You say, petulance invading your tone.

“Don’t worry about it.” He says, tugging you closer to him, the alcohol bolstering his confidence. His hand floats lower, resting on your ass in your tiny little skirt rather than on the small of your back. You giggle.

“Don’t-”

“Shhhh,” He says, grinning, “No one can see.” It’s true, it’s so late that the streets are deserted, “I could push you up against a wall in that alley,” he murmurs, leaning down to speak in your ear, “Wake up the neighbors.” You laugh again, and he gives your ass a squeeze.

“We’re almost there,” you swat his hands away. “Keep it together.”

“Can I help it if I think you’re intoxicating?” He says, oozing charm. You laugh again, leading him through the streets and up the stairs to your apartment. He watches you fumble with the keys, for someone letting a strange man into her apartment, you’ve got at least four locks, each with some kind of complicated mechanism. You sigh and push the door open. He sees what you mean by mess, piles of manuscripts cover every surface, and there are ink stains on the wood floor. Moonlight pours in as the only light source besides the glowing crystal cores that litter your desk and workspace, and it’s a studio apartment, all one room except for the small door he assumes is a restroom. A little more excitement flares in his chest, it might actually be a challenge to find the research he was supposed to steal, and you, he turns to face you, standing nervously in a pool of silver light, you’d been an unexpected delight.

“What’s the matter,” He says, striding over to you like a cat stalking it’s prey. “Suddenly shy?”

“Not a chance,” you breathe, and he leans down, he can feel your pulse racing beneath your skin, he tips your chin up, forcing eye contact. “Maybe a little.” You confess, and he chuckles softly.

“Can you do something for me?” He asks, and you nod, squirming a little. “In a second,” he says, “In a second I’m going to kiss you. And you,” he presses his forehead softly against yours, “I want you to fight me with everything you have, I want you to hit me, I want you to scratch me, I want it to hurt, can you do that for me?” You nod, he searches your face for any indication of reluctance. “Are you ready?” You nod. “I wanna hear you say it.” He says, tone still light, and teasing. “I want to hear you say you trust me.”

“You won’t hurt me?” You whisper.

“Pretty thing like you?” he kisses your cheek. “Never.” You take a deep breath.

“I understand.” He takes you roughly the moment the words leave your body, pushing you up against the table in your kitchen, and the wind is knocked from his body when pain flashes against his cheek, you backhand him so hard he sees stars. He senses it, your moment of hesitation, if this were a real fight, he’d go for your throat, this would be the chance. Instead, he confirms you haven’t done anything wrong, responding by spitting on the ground and snatching your wrist, slamming you against the wall.

“Hm,” he kisses you, biting down on your lower lip as you try to get away, “Kitten’s got claws huh,” he kisses down your jaw as you squirm, biting your neck so hard you let out a yelp, “Lemme see ‘em, c’mon.” He growls, “I wanna feel it,” your nails scratch down his chest with your free hand and he groans into your skin, a broken stuttering sound, “That’s it,” he presses his body flush against yours, kissing you again as you yank on the hand he has pinned, grabbing at his arm with your free hand but finding his strength to be iron. You gasp, his free hand slips underneath your skirt and you lock your thighs together, then find yourself flying through the air. It takes a second for you to grasp what happened, that he grabbed you by the waist and physically threw you across your apartment. You hit your mattress hard, the air gushing from your lungs.

“Ah,” you gasp, tears forming, but he’s on top of you again nearly instantaneously, reluctant concern in his eyes,

“Wanna stop?” he says and finds that he means it, that he cares if he’s hurt you, but he doesn’t have time to be reassured by the fact that he’s still capable of minute empathy because you go to slap him again but this time he’s got your number, catching your wrist and pressing his knee hard between your legs. He rips his shirt off, tossing it onto the ground, before taking two fistfuls of your tiny little shirt and tearing it down the middle, burying his face between your breasts before kissing you hungrily, groaning into your mouth as you rake your nails down his back, he presses his knee harder, pulling a little moan from your lips, kissing and biting at the softness of your chest, living for your little gasps of pain, and the way you hold him closer. He finally reaches between your legs, pushing your soaked panties to the side and starts rubbing at your clit. “C’mere,” He grunts, hearing you start to moan softly, taking your hand with his free one and pressing it to the bulge in his pants, “Feel how big it is, baby, I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he promises, and your back arches up off your mattress, “Just like that, I wanna hear you scream when I put it in, and I’m gonna push it all inside you all at once, are you gonna scream for me?” You shake your head, and he laughs, genuinely, you’re falling apart in his hands, adrenaline pumping, grinding against his fingers, “I think you are,” he teases, “You sound fucking desperate.” You shake your head again and open your mouth to respond, but he grinds the heel of his palm against your clit and you keen instead.

“Oh, gods,” you manage, as he yanks his pants down and frees his cock, a tuft of auburn hair at the base, it’s long and hooked upwards. He stops fingering you and then reaches up, pushing his fingers between your lips.

“Suck, sweetheart, go ahead,” He coos, relishing in his victory, despite his orders earlier you’re too turned on to put up any more of a fight, “That’s a good girl,” he exclaimed, oozing condescension as he withdraws his hand, pumping his cock once, “You ready?” It's at that moment when you realize he hasn’t really prepped you at all, and you wonder if that’s the source of the wicked grin on his face as he thrusts roughly inside you.

Stars break across your vision as you cum, you’re not sure what kind of sound leaves your lips, and he must be feeling it too, because he lets out an uncontrolled groan, swearing violently as he fucks you hard, seeing the mix of pain and pleasure on your face, feeling your nails dig into his back, his teeth on your neck, his arms hooked under your shoulders for leverage as he presses your knees further into your chest.

“Came the second I put it in didn’t you,” He grunts, but it doesn’t sound calm or controlled or teasing, “Fuck, I knew it, fuckin’ knew you would.” He groans again, evidently having trouble controlling himself, “You feel perfect,” he manages, his hair flopping in his eyes, “So fucking soft, baby, so soft for me,” he kisses you and it’s almost tender, almost sweet, but you can taste the bitterness, taste the rust from the blood where he bit you, or you bit him, your head is swimming. By contrast to earlier, he’s all praise while he’s inside you, astoundingly incredibly vocal, deep moans and hitched gaps, you were soft, you pretty, you were his, you were his, you were his, you were his.

“That’s my girl,” he kisses you again, “Cum again for me, you’re close, I can feel it, c’mon sweetheart, just stay still and take it, cum on my cock, I wanna feel it, I wanna feel you cum again,”

“So close,” you whisper, and he kisses a tear off your cheek.

“Cum with me,” he picks up the pace a little, astoundingly athletic as he slams his hips against yours, “Cum with me while I knock you up, you want that, want me to cum inside?” Your eyes shoot open, momentarily sobered.

“N-no,” You try to sit up but he pushes you back down, “You have to pull out, Childe I-” He frowns, his pseudonym on your lips feels so wrong.

“Mmmm,” he kisses you again, reaching down and rubbing at your clit, pulling a fresh set of mewls from your swollen lips, “I don’t pull out sweetheart, c’mon, lemme make you mine all the way, I’m gonna cum inside, wanna breed you-”

“You have to pull-” you manage, but then he slams against that one spot inside you that knocks the breath from your lungs. “Oh gods,” you get out, as you cum again and he joins you, collapsing on top of you as his hips twitch. He’s loud, taking two fistfuls of your hair and holding you firmly in place as he empties himself inside you. For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of the two of you breathing heavily, as you stare up into his blue eyes, and feel the abyss staring back into you. “You um,” you manage, speaking first.

“Give me one second.” He murmurs, “Maybe two,” he rolls onto his side and props his head up, staring down at you lovingly, stroking your cheek. “So pretty.” He murmurs. “So pretty, you really shouldn’t be drinking alone when you’re this pretty. There are bad, bad men out there, you know” You swallow. He sighs deeply, allowing himself one more moment of peace before springing into action. He stands quickly, yanking his boxers on before leaping back on top of you, drawing his belt from the floor, and pushing you back up on the bed. Before you can blink, he’s tied your wrists tightly to the headboard. “Now,” He grins. “Business.”

“What?” Your head spins, and you pull on the leather but there’s no give, “What’s-”

“I was just supposed to follow you home and investigate,” He explains, “The Fatui are very, very interested in your research, and not the research you’re doing in the daytime.” You try to sit up a bit as he opens the drawers of your desk and lets out a low whistle, little creatures scuttle out, climbing up the side of your desk, their tiny crystal cores glowing brightly. “Bad girl, what would the sages say about studying mechanical creatures,” He turns back to you, “Naughty, naughty!” He’s smiling widely, you can see his sharp canines. He watches fear flood your face.

“Please.” you say quickly, “I was just bored, just bored and lonely, I-”

“Mmm,” He picks up one of the creatures, it settles in his palm. “Does this have a name?”

“That’s um,” you’re struck by the absurdity of the situation, wishing you weren’t almost naked. “Cyrus.”

“Cyrus!” He crows, petting it softly before turning back to you. “Here’s what’s going to happen, I’m making an executive decision that I don’t think we’ll be able to interpret your work with you personally being present.” He keeps rooting through your things. “I have all night, the transport back to Sneznayha arrives just before dawn.” He yawns and stretches. “Not that I don’t wanna lie down with you and just cuddle.”

“Childe.” You blink a few times, sitting up. “I, I mean, I can’t go to Sneznayha, I have to graduate, and I um, the other thing, I,” He follows your eyes, down between your legs and then smirks. He hums softly, and delicately removes his gloves, setting them on the table. He gets back on your bed, kneeling between your legs in his boxers, pushing them apart so that he can watch his cum dribbling out of you.

“So pretty,” he coos, pushing it back in with two of his fingers before sighing deeply. “I can get you an herb. But uh,” he winks at you, “Give it 24 hours first, you’d look so good all knocked up.” You swallow. “You also don’t really have a choice about going back to Sneznayha, but the more you fight the more reason I have to pin you to the wall and,” he shivers, “Archons, did I enjoy that so go ahead.” You feel a draft and as your skin pricks into goosebumps, his face paints with concern. “Aw,” He goes to you, wrapping a blanket around your body, your clothes in shreds, “Lemme pack up what I need from here and then I’ll lie down with you.”

“I have to graduate,” You say, eyes wide, suddenly violently sober, “I have to-”

“Shhhh,” he says, “Do you need me to gag you, I can, but I like conversation. And I like conversation with you.”

“I,” you stop yourself from saying the same thing, “Childe I have worked so hard, I’m so close, they accepted my thesis, I’m so close.”

“I know,” He coos, “I know, and I’m sorry that I have to do this, but the Tsaritsa wills it,” he smoothes your hair, leaning down and kissing your forehead. “You’ll like Sneznayha, the food is great, the palaces can get drafty but there are ways of keeping them warm.” He gives you a squeeze before getting up and staring to box up your writing, curling the scrolls into protective containers, and gently coaxing each of your little metal creatures into a soft leather bag. He spends about an hour investigating your desk before raising a leg and bringing it down hard, shattering the dark wood and making you gasp. “Sorry, sorry,” He grins at you sheepishly, “Can’t risk any secret compartments.” He squats down, ripping two of the joints apart with his bare hands, “And look what we have here!” He pulls out another set of schematics. “Very naughty.” He mutters, putting them away, before going back to ransacking your apartment while you watch.

“Is there anything I can say, I mean,” you rack your mind, actively struggling against the leather, “I need to stay, my research is important, and graduating is-”

“It’s really not an option,” He says, without turning around, he rocks up onto his tiptoes,

Taking a ceramic jar down from a top shelf and pulling a scroll from it while he tuts at you under his breath. There’s more desperation in your tone as you yank on the belt, gaining some ground, but you’re free only momentarily, getting to your feet just as he pounces on you again. “Alright,” He grunts, taking a second to pin you, kneeling on your waist and holding your hands tightly on the mattress. “I didn’t want to have to do this, by the way, just for the record,” he stands, taking you with him and holding roughly onto your upper arm, you feel the cool of a metal blade at your throat. “Get dressed. In the warmest thing you have. Please.” For the first time, fear really builds in your chest, and you obey, pulling your warmest socks up to your thighs, your thickest skirt and tight black top.

“Good girl,” he hums, watching you, still mostly naked. “Hands behind your back, please.” You stretch them behind you and let out a little gasp when you feel him fold them, tying your forearms together with some rope he’d found in one of your cabinets. His hands wander for a moment after your arms are secured, resting on your hips before you feel him wrap the rope around your waist and then loop it back. He tugs on it and you realize he’s effectively put you on a leash. He digs in one of your drawers until he finds it, a silk scarf in a deep red, and you feel him gently tie it around your head, covering your mouth.

“Shhhh,” he breathes, feeling you start to genuinely be afraid. “I’m gonna take good care of you,” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Sit here.” He guides you to one of the chairs in your kitchen, and starts to get dressed, keeping one hand on the rope leash he’s created. Bertie crawls out of your pocket onto the floor, and Childe scoops her up, cooing softly. He slips her into the leather bag he’d placed the rest of your small mechanical animals in, before gathering your things. The cold fear is spreading across your chest, tears welling in your eyes, and it takes him a few minutes of tidying up to notice.

“Oh,” He says softly, “Oh no,” he comes back over to you, cupping your face and wiping the tears away. “I know, I know change is hard.” You nod. “Are you upset with me?” He asks and you nod. “You don’t have to be cruel to yourself,” he says softly, “If you hadn’t gone home with me, I would have just broken in.” He kisses your cheek, “And that would have had the same result, so this way I see it at least you and I got to have a little fun before the unpleasantness.” You don’t react to his word, some part of you that you can’t reach right now is aching. “You’re in pain?” He asks, and you nod. “Physical and emotional I assume, but the physical I can do something about.” He turns away from you, rummaging in his coat pockets and getting out a tiny blue jar.

“I threw you pretty hard,” He smiles at the memory, “You took it so well though,” he peels back the collar of your shirt to get to raw purpled bite marks on your chest, dipping two fingers into the salve and spreading it across the affected areas. “I didn’t want to choke you without asking,” He muses, “Next time, I suppose, but I think you’ll like it.” You swallow. “See, I’d prefer not to gag you,” he says, “I like talking with you not talking at you, but I can’t do the begging,” he shrugs, “It’s all been decided. It was decided when I got the order, anyway.” He laughs. “I can’t believe you slapped me,” he puts the jar on the table, closing it carefully. The effect is immediate, you’re unsure if it’s numbing or healing but you do feel better right away. “Have you ever done that with someone before?” You shake your head. “Sheesh.” He reaches out and squeezes your hip, pulling on the rope leash to force you into a standing position in front of him. He hugs you, tucking your head under his chin.

“It’s a long trip.” He says softly. “I’ll make sure to entertain you.” He stands there with you for a long time, rubbing your back, until he feels your breathing even out. “Is there anything here that you’d be devastated to leave behind?” He asks, finally pulling away and smoothing your hair. You nod. He looks around. “Is it that picture, of your family back there?” You nod again, surprised that he guessed. “Gotcha.” He winks at you, moving so quickly that you almost don’t see it, plucking it from the wall and tucking it in with your research. He hums while packing everything up, draping a long, thick cloak over your form that covers his rope work, helping you into a pair of warm thigh-high boots, stopping only momentarily to admire the network of bruises that were already beginning to form. He shoulders your research, somehow not struggling at all the weight. He turns to you, one hand on the doorknob, one hand on the leash.

“Here’s the unpleasantness,” He says, as if that hadn’t begun yet, “If you cry out for help, If you try to escape and anyone sees you, I’ll have to kill them. I won’t kill you, you’re valuable, but I am happy to do what I need to do to bring your mind to Sneznayha, and that means no one can see us.” He watches your eyes go wide with fear. “You know I’m capable of this.” You nod. “Good. So, best behavior, yeah?” You nod again. He kisses your forehead, and then slips the gag down around your neck, pulling the hood of the cloak over your head. He leads you out into the desert night, and the air is dry and cold. You walk the streets of the city that had been your home for a long time. You walk for about half an hour before you meet a group of men, similarly dressed in masks and grey coats. They unburden Childe of your research, but he doesn’t let go of your little leash, reaching out and rubbing a circle in your hip.

“We should return to Snezneyha immediately.” He instructs them, helping you into a carriage and following suit. “She’ll need to eat when we arrive.” The men scurry to obey, and in a few minutes, you’re rolling through the desert. You’re alone in the carriage, and you still haven’t spoken, exhaustion creeping in.

“Questions?” He asks eventually, growing tired of the silence.

“Can’t you teleport?” You manage, and he sees in your eyes that you’re nearly asleep, exhausted. He reaches out, and slips an arm around your waist, guiding you into the fetal position with your head on his lap, laying on the bench in the cottage.

“Yes,” He confirms, playing with your hair, and massaging your scalp. “But all the teleportation waypoints in the city are too obvious, we’ll need to go far into the desert to find one that’s inconspicuous.” You nod, and he starts humming an old song, one he hasn’t heard since he was a child. “You can sleep.” He murmurs, “I know it’s uncomfortable to be restrained, but you might as well get used to it.”

#godly

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shinkikomori · 1 year ago

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calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.

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shinkikomori · 1 year ago

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Creampie/breeding kink with zhongli childe diluc and kaeya please?? No mean stuff tho I really don't like it lol

ᝰ 𝐁𝐄𝐆 (𝐦)

"before i die tryna fuck you baby." — the og's breeding you || thirst!! MINORS DNI !!

#. featuring. dom!zhongli, childe, diluc, kaeya x fem! reader

#. cw. size kink, unprotected sex bcs i like it raw and no rubber🤬🤬, slight exhibitionist, established relationship, overstim, dacryphilia, praise kink, belly bulge, mirror sex (i like mirror sex..), spanking (1), creampie/breeding, cum inflation, petname (pretty girl, darling)

#. a/n. of course!! only praising this time no mean stuff ^^// not proofread (as usual) bcs i hate reading my own works 🤬 no bcs i literally had to take a piss break mid writing bcs i got a little to into it 😱 i did diluc a bit justice here since the last one were too short for him.

navi. || wordcount. 985

ᝰ. zhongli!!

"so pretty," zhongli ran his hand up and down to your shaking thigh, his other hand cupping your tits— his husky voice fanned against your ears, zhongli love you so much! he just want to reward your cunt, want to filled you with his load until you grew drowsy, sleepy from being fucked by his cock. but it's okay, zhongli will make sure you'd stay awake by stuffing your pussy.

"look there, darling. look how beautiful you are." your eyes peered down to his cock that nestled nicely inside of you, the thin string of cum pooling around his base. having an ex-archon as your lover truly both a blessing and a curse. zhongli kissed the tip of your ear, slowly rolling his hips upwards. everything felt so big with him, the way his arm practically engulfed your frame, the way his chest felt more like flat wall— the way his cock were too big for you, pressing against your stomach from inside.

" 's too much," you squirm, misty eyes meeting his glowing ones. don't look at him like that, don't beg him with that eyes and tell him it's too much, tempting him will only excites him. be a good girl, yeah? zhongli only want to mark you as his, want his sweet lover to bear his offspring. scream as loud as you can, zhongli would only continue to abuse your dripping cunt.

"you could take one more, i know you can."

ᝰ. childe!!

"miss you, miss you so much." if he wasn't burying his face on your neck, you knew you would missed it. his hands were greedy, groping every part of your body while he pound you with his cock. childe hate being away from you, hate that he had to fuck his fist instead of your warm cunt. blessed tsaritsa for letting him off for three days so he can see you. he just wanted to be near you, with all of his sexual frustration pent up— he need his pretty girl to help him take take care of his aching cock.

"m-miss you too!" you squeak, soft gasp leaving past your lips. you're so soft against him, so lovely and welcoming. all he want is to fuck you, to cum inside so deep you'll cry from being stuffed, how it makes your belly felt strange. childe is just so touch-starved, want to hear your high pitched whimpers plays like euphony to his ears.

"n-not too deep.." how could you expect him to oblige when you sound so whiny? don't worry, it'll make you feel good, he's gonna take care of you if you get all swollen up. your pussy is so welcoming too, sucking him in as if he's gonna get away from you. he won't, of course; won't leave his pretty girl unfilled.

"gonna give you a present, promise it will make you happy."

ᝰ. diluc!!

"tired? want me to move?" god forbid will anyone knew how gentle can the wine tycoon be with his words. his hands rest atop of your waist, guiding your sore hips to ride his cock. he knew it's hard, he can see it thru your pouty lips and furrowed eyebrows. he murmured a soft "lay down,", kissing your forehead before you sank into the bed. you're so sweet, so eager to pleased him until your legs wobbled, eyes tearing up from being stretch by his cock. so sweet to when you cry, eyes shot wide when he suddenly slammed his hips into you.

"kiss me? it h-hurts.." anything, diluc would do anything to for you. be it buying thousands of beautiful garments or making your pussy flutter around him, he'll make sure that heart of yours filled with nothing but joy. you're so cute too, biting his neck when you got too loud, feared that the other maids would get alerted. his name seem to be tailored on your tongue, rolling the soft 'diluc' on his ears while he fucks you into the bed.

"want more?" he like to kiss you a lot, from the corner of your eyes to your swollen lips. like to see your eyes glimmer under the light, pupil dilating with lust— archons knew how much he love you. you hummed in approval, blinking away the tears before he quicken up his pace.

"i'll cum inside, alright? you don't mind feeling a bit warm, do you?"

ᝰ. kaeya!!

"be quiet, okay? don't want jean to come checking up on us." he whispered, two finger rest inside of your mouth. a smile is enough for you to know he want you to suck it, pretend it's his cock while he's balls deep inside of you. he likes it that way, love the way your swollen lips puckered, warm tongue swirling on his finger. beside, it's a method to lower down your voice, he's not in a mood to deal with someone who isn't you. how long has it been? kaeya doesn't really took his time to glance at the clock, all he cares about is filling your womb with his warm load.

"who's this cute cunt belong to?" he breathe out, removing the two fingers of your mouth. incoherent words blurted past your lips when the tip of his cock nudged your cervix, hitting your spot without mercy. "it's yours, it's kaeya's..." what a darling, it's good to remind you who you belong sometimes. it's too bad you and him weren't at home, he could really hear your whimpers with his finger shove inside your mouth.

"yeah?" you nod, lolling your tongue out before swirling it. around his finger. your back pressed against his creaking desk, you just hope it won't break. your stomach is a bit bloated too, filled with his cum from previous orgasm. his gloved hand fondling your perky tits, rubbing the sensitive nub between his finger.

"mine to play, mine to breed."

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shinkikomori · 1 year ago

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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

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shinkikomori · 2 years ago

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Truth or Dare (Belphie x Reader x Beel NSFW Oneshot)

Belphie art by Saphire240400

▶ PLAYING ~ ❝ MIND GAMES ❞ "You had lost the game before it had ever even begun."

Truth or Dare (Belphie x fem!Reader x Beel, ~3k words)

Agreeing to a game of Truth or Dare with the youngest two demon brothers may not have been your best idea...

@asmos-pet, @blueparadis (thank you so much for organizing this!! i had a ton of fun participating 😏)

Tags: Belphegor Being a Little Shit (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mean Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Dom Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Soft Dom Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub Has a Large Penis (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Truth or Dare (but make it sexy), Threesome - F/M/M, Attic Club Sandwich, Mildly Dubious Consent, Blindfolds, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Extremely Dubious Consent, Inappropriate Use of Demon Powers (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Double Penetration, Under-negotiated Kink, Implied Marathon Sex, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Read here or on AO3.

You had lost the game before it had ever even begun.

You should have known by the look on Belphie’s face when he’d suggested it, the way his lips twisted into a syrupy sweet smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. You should have known by the way Beel glanced at his brother, the way he looked at you, sheepish and unsure.

But you agreed. Ignored the butterflies in your stomach��the ones that wriggled and writhed and warned, the ones that made your legs tremble as you climbed the spiral staircase up to the attic.

“So,” you begin, shifting on the plush little pillow they had given you, seated on the floor near Belphie’s bed. “It’s just Truth or Dare? Like we play back in the human world?”

“Yeah,” Belphie says, smirking lazily over at you from his own pillow. “And if you don’t want to answer or do the dare—” he sets down a large bottle of demonus and a single shot glass between the three of you. “—then you drink.”

You should have realized—should have known the dangerous game you were getting yourself into—when your heart lurches in your, when nerves steal your voice and, for a moment, all you can manage is a small nod.

You really should have known.

“Okay,” you say eventually, nodding again, “who goes first?”

“Me,” Belphie says, smiling again while he leans forward. He braces one elbow on his legs, props his chin up on his hand, and doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second. “Truth or dare?”

“Um,” you hesitate, glancing between the two of them—Beel, relaxed back against the foot of the bed, one knee bent up towards his chest, watching you intently; Belphie, drumming his fingers against his cheek, waiting. “Truth.”

“Boooooring,” Belphie drawls, rolling his eyes. “Fine, let me think…”

He trails off, makes a big show of thinking; he narrows his eyes, sucks his teeth, tilts his head one way, then the other, before his eyes flick over to his twin, meeting his gaze for a fraction of a second before they return to you.

His smile turns predatory. “Have you ever touched yourself at school?”

“W-What?” you splutter. Heat floods your chest, your cheeks, the back of your neck. “No—I-I… No.”

The twins are quiet for a long moment—a moment they spend gauging your reaction, the set of your shoulders, the way you’ve curled in on yourself, just a little; it’s a moment you feel in your chest, in each frenzied thud of your heart, each fluttering wing beat trapped in the pit of your stomach.

You glance between them, open your mouth to say something, to try and fill the silence with something other than the sound of blood rushing behind your ears, but Belphie speaks up first.

“Beel’s turn~” he says, voice lilting with twisted glee.

You turn your head towards the older twin, and for the first time, you notice he’s blushing too, a soft pink that colors his cheeks, the bridge of his nose.

“Truth or dare?” he asks you, voice low and thrumming.

“Me again?” you look to Belphie, who merely shrugs, then back to Beel.

He nods.

You really should have known.

“U-uh… Dare?”

As soon as the word tumbles out of your mouth, you regret it. Wish you could snatch it out of the air; wish you could shove it back down your throat, down to join the butterflies roiling in your stomach.

But you can’t, and Belphie’s grin grows impossibly wider.

“Sit on his lap,” he says, urges, basking in the heat of your embarrassment, your discomfort.

You shift onto your knees, start to stand, to walk over to Beel and just get it over with—it’s only a game, after all—but Belphie grabs your wrist. He yanks you down, makes you fall, knees impacting on the soft carpet.

“Crawl,” he says, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

You stare up at him, eyes wide. “I… Th-that wasn’t part of the dare.”

“It is now,” he says, then lets go of your wrist and shrugs. “Drink, if you don’t want to do it.”

You eye the bottle of demonus. Mutter a short ‘fine’ under your breath and swallow down what’s left of your pride—a bitter taste the coats the back of your tongue, that has an insidious heat tingling between your legs—and crawl to Beel.

You can’t bear to look at him, at either of them. But you can feel them looking at you.

“C-Can I…?”

Thankfully, he doesn’t make you finish the sentence, lowering his leg so that you can climb onto his lap, so that you can face him and straddle his hips. You bite down on your lip, unsure of what to do with your arms, so you hold them close to your chest, back straight, shoulders tense, trying not to take too much notice of how wide your legs are spread around him.

“Good girl,” Belphie hums from behind you, much closer than he was—so close you jump. He smooths his hands down your arms, palms hot against your bare skin, wrapping his fingers around your wrists, guiding them up and around his brother’s neck. “Your turn.”

You drag your gaze away from Belphie’s hands, away from the slender fingers that rest against your pulse, to lock with eyes with Beel. Find that you can’t do anything but stare into his intensely violet eyes—eyes that threaten to swallow you whole, if you let them.

“Beel,” you say. “Truth or dare?”

Belphie squeezes at your sides, toying with the edge of your shirt at the same moment Beel’s hands find your hips, at the same moment they start to knead into your flesh and draw you closer.

“Truth,” he says.

It’s hard to think—with them like this, so close like this. With their hands all over you.

“Did… Did Belphie make you play this game?”

“No,” he says, wetting his lips with his tongue. “I wanted to play with you too.”

The way he says it, voice low and gravely and hungry. The fact that you’re straddling him, that Belphie’s arms have wound themselves around your waist. Those words. It all has you clenching around nothing.

“My turn,” Belphie murmurs, chest flush with your back. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathes in the scent of your hair, your skin. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you say, but your voice wavers, warbles when he sighs against your neck.

“Ah, ah,” he murmurs. “Beel just did truth. Can’t do that twice in a row.”

You don’t remember that being part of the rules, but you can find it in yourself to argue.

“D-Dare, then,” you stammer.

When he kisses your throat, you feel him smirking. “Let me blindfold you.”

Your breath catches in your throat, sticks there like a rock. Your pulse hammers in your chest—so hard, you know they must hear it, that they must feel it. You can’t get anything out past the cotton candy fog in your head and the ringing in your ears, so you nod.

Belphie shifts behind you, and then he draws a piece of fabric over your eyes, forcing them shut. He’s gentle when he ties it, has Beel hold your hair so it doesn’t pull when he cinches it tight against your skull.

You feel yourself swaying, steady yourself on Beel’s shoulders.

“Truth or dare?” Beel asks, and you know he’s talking to you.

“Truth.”

From behind you, “how often do you touch yourself?”

You stiffen, fingers twitching at Beel’s shoulders, mouth opening and closing soundlessly, fumbling for something, for anything.

“I… I don’t want to answer that.”

“Fine,” Belphie murmurs, breath hot against your ear. He releases your waist, and then you feel the cold press of the bottle against your lips. “Open.”

He presses his fingertips up underneath your chin, tilting your head backwards until it rests against his shoulder. Then he pours—too much, too fast—into your open mouth. You struggle to keep up, to gulp down the demonus that stings in the back of your throat, tasting like berries and spice and heat.

He pulls the bottle away—finally—and you cough and splutter, feel demonus dripping down your chin, rolling down your neck in amaranthine rivulets. The buzz sets in fast—far faster than you expect. Flowing through your veins, settling into your muscles, filling your thoughts with a distracting static.

“Who do you think about when you do it?” his voice is like silk, ghosting across the shell of your ear, low and lilting while Beel laps at the demonus trailing down your throat, sucking at your pulse point, tracing the hollow of your throat with his tongue, making you whimper.

“That… That’s two questions, Belphie,” you whine.

You. Both of you—just like this.

“Answer,” he says, hands skimming up and down your sides, “or drink.”

“I-I don’t—” you stammer, shifting your hips, squirming in Beel’s grip. The hands. The tongue. The heat. It’s too much. “I don’t want to answer that either.”

The bottle is back. “Then drink.”

You do. Or, try to. You swallow deep, tears welling up in your eyes, spilling over in time with the burning in your throat, in between your thighs. You gulp, drink and drink until Belphie is satisfied and Beel is left to clean up the mess you’ve made of yourself. When he takes the bottle away, you’re reeling, gasping.

“Truth or dare?” Beel asks, murmurs against your neck.

“Dare,” you choke out, suddenly very aware of the hardness pressing into you from underneath, from behind.

“Kiss him,” Belphie says, fingers twisted in your hair now. You feel hands on your face—Beel’s—thumb brushing across your cheekbone, over the plush of your bottom lip.

“Okay,” you whisper, and then his mouth is on yours. Greedy. Demanding. Hungry. His tongue dives into your mouth, licking and tasting, sucking the demonus from your tongue. He traces the shape of your teeth, groaning into you, intertwining his tongue with yours. Swallows down every gasp, every little whimper.

You’re drowning. In the way he rocks his hips into yours, the way he grinds his length against you—the way he tastes you, the way he devours. You’re lost. To the feel of Belphie’s hands under your shirt, palming your breast, teasing your nipples, nipping at the skin of your shoulders, sucking dark bruises along the column of your throat.

“Truth or dare?” Belphie asks as Beel pulls back and breaks the kiss, letting you breathe again.

“T-Truth,” you gasp, chest heaving up and down, arching into Belphie’s touch.

“Do you like what we’re doing to you?” he asks, twisting one nipple between his forefinger and thumb, grinning when you yelp. “Do you like it when we touch you like this? When we share you like this?”

You nod, nearly frantic, struggling to hold back the pathetic noises that fall from your open mouth.

“Say it,” Beel urges, “need to hear you say it.”

Oh, you really should have known.

“I like it,” you breathe.

Beel growls, a strangled sound low in his throat, grabbing tighter onto your hips, grinding your needy little cunt against his clothed cock. You suck in a gasp. Rock your hips against him. Dig your fingernails into his shoulders. Whine at the feeling of him—so thick, so hard—underneath you.

“Truth or dare?” Even Belphie sounds affected now. Breathy. Voice thick and heady.

Needy.

“Dare,” you whisper, voice breaking half-way through the word, head falling back against Belphie’s shoulder.

“Let us fuck you.”

Your whimper is all the answer they need.

You’re being lifted before you realize it, carried over and laid flat on your back on the edge of Belphie’s mattress. They peel of your clothing, drag your shirt up and over your head, fingertips lingering on your ribs, your thighs as they pull down your shorts, your panties, half-soaked through because—fuck, you’re wet, Beel groans.

Big hands—Beel’s hands—press your legs further apart, keep you open while he squeezes at the plush of your thighs. You feel breath, hot against your core, and then he’s licking you, laving his tongue over and around your swollen nub, lapping at slick that coats your folds, holding your hips in place while you twitch and writhe.

“Open,” Belphie grunts, smearing the head of his cock against your lips.

Your body reacts before your mind can, steeped in a fevered haze, mouth popping open, tongue dipping into the salty pre-cum that beads at the tip. He groans when he sinks into the wet heat of your mouth—an absolutely obscene sound that has chills rippling down your spine, heat tingling between your legs.

When you push back against his hips, when you shy away from the length prodding at the back of your throat, he grabs both your wrists and pins them to the mattress, binding them together with his belt.

“Keep them there,” he growls, bucking into your mouth, making you gag and choke, clench around the fingers that Beel slides inside you. He pumps in one, then two, scissoring them, stretching you open while he suck as your clit.

Belphie’s hand wraps around your throat, holding you down while he fucks your mouth, while he praises you for being such a good cock sucking whore. Pressure builds in your gut, spiraling tighter, brighter, and when Belphie drives his cock all the way in, when he gags you with it and holds you there, rutting into your face—panting and cursing and moaning your name—you cum on Beel’s fingers, his tongue.

Belphie pulls out of your mouth, lets you splutter and gasp for air, just barely conscious of the fact you’re being pulled upright, that Beel loops your tied arms around his neck and maneuvers you on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Need you,” he pants, tearing the blindfold off, guides your hips down and nudges at your entrance. “Need you so bad.”

He pushes in, just past the ring of muscle that struggles to accept him.

It burns—punches the air out of your lungs because he’s big.

“B-Beel,” you gasp, tightening involuntarily because it hurts. “S’too much—s’too much—”

He grunts, eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. His grip is unrelenting, pulling you down slowly, feeding inch after inch into your hole, forcing your legs wider around his hips, stretching your pussy open around his cock.

He’s only halfway in when you feel Belphie prodding at your puckered hole.

“Wai—” you choke on your next breath, eyes rolling into the back of your head when Beel bucks his hips up into yours, as Belphie pushes harder against your ass. “Wait, wait—” you babble, beg, squirming, struggling against the belt, the grip on your hips. “—slow, I can’t, I can’t—s-sto—”

Belphie clamps his hand over your mouth.

“Relax,” he hisses into your ear, and a sudden, overpowering wave of lethargy washes over you. His voice lulls you, coils around your mind and drags it down into a heavy fog. His voice soothes you, makes your eyelids heavy, makes your muscles unclench—lets Beel bottom out, fully sheathed in your fluttering pussy, lets Belphie pop the tip of his cock inside your ass and slide further inside.

You drift in and out of consciousness. Head lolling back against Belphie’s shoulder, arms hanging limp around Beel’s neck. In and out of pleasure. Pain. Stretch and fill. You hardly recognize your own voice, the weak, strangled noises barely audible past Belphie’s hand.

They use you. One fucking in while the other pulls out. Holding you captive between them.

“See?” Belphie grunts, abandoning his hold on your mouth to grip your throat. To squeeze while he ruts into you. “Isn’t it so much better when you just give in?”

“So tight,” Beel groans, right in your ear.

“What a fucking slut,” Belphie hisses in your other ear.

Gorgeous—and so goddamn noisy, they whisper. So perfect—making such a mess for us. Fucking harder. Faster. You’re melting, weeping, fucked out of your mind. Feel so good—our filthy little cocksleeve. In time now. Fucking you open. So full, so fucking full. So good for us—our needy little fuck toy.

When you cum again, you can’t even warn them, just a choked whine, just a fluttering of your walls, a clenching that has them both spilling inside of you a moment later, Beel crushing his mouth to yours, Belphie sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

Your eyes slip closed… then open.

You’re on your side, back to Beel’s chest, head tucked into Belphie’s neck, breathing heavy and achingly empty. They stroke your hair, trail their fingers across your flushed and sweaty skin.

Closed… Open.

Belphie kisses you. Parts your lips with his tongue. Moans into your mouth. Beel grinds against your ass, still hard, sliding through his brother’s release that leaks out of you.

Close… Open.

You whimper. Push weakly against Belphie’s chest, cry when Beel’s fingers find your clit, when searing pain-streaked pleasure burns through you.

“Shh,” Belphie soothes, hiking your leg up around his waist, dragging the tip of his cock up and down your soaking folds. “Just relax… we’ll take good care of you.”

The lethargy hits again, dragging you deeper.

Close… Open.

They’re inside you again. Rolling their hips into yours soft and slow… It feels good. Mind-numbingly good. The way Beel holds you tight against him. It feels good. The way Belphie’s tongue dances with yours. The way it’s sloppy and languid and soft. It feels so fucking good—

Close… Open.

You’re cumming again. And again. Over and over again as they bully open your insides, molding them to the shape of their cocks—you lose count. Lose your fucking mind while your eyes roll back. While tears stream down your cheeks.

They fill you. Your mouth, your ass, your pussy—with fingers and tongues and cocks and cum. They mark you. Paint your skin with hickies and bruises in the shape of their teeth.

Close… Open.

Belphie kisses you again, licking along your bottom lip. “… Truth or dare?”

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THEY WAKE UP FROM A WET DREAM — GENSHIN IMPACT

feat : diluc, childe, itto, kazuha + xiao

ღ warnings — f!reader, somnophilia (off screen consent given), thigh jobs, you wake up, pussy jobs, pussy eating, dry humping.

ღ note — this idea literally came to me while i was showering and i had to jump out to write it down sob but these read kinda rushed so m sorry i hope u guys enjoy anyway >~<

・✶ ｡ﾟ DILUC RAGNVINDR

diluc couldn’t help that you were the only thing on his mind most of the time, even when he’s hazy and drowsy with the remnants of sleep he can’t deny the the way his cock twitches in his boxers. even in his dreams you look so pretty beneath him and when he feels your skin graze against his own when he rolls over, he can’t resist his sudden craving when he wakes with a groan.

“how am i supposed to resist.” diluc groans, his fingers gentle when they smooth underneath the fabric of your shirt to pull you closer to his chest — he could still move you so easily, even when your body was thick with sleep, you were always so pliant for him. so he pulls you close, close enough for him to be able to roll his hips into yours—just enough for his clothed cock to graze along the dips and curves of your skin until he’s biting back a growl and burying himself in the crook of your neck. the way diluc is moving against you is almost mindless, rocking you back and forth along the length of him and the front of his boxers are already damp, stained with precum and if he wasn’t so lost in pleasure he’d be embarrassed at how little composure he has when it comes to you. but then you swirl your hips lewdly, turning to him with drowsy eyes and he feels like he can barely think—the humiliation of being caught rutting into you like a dog only making the coil in his stomach twist tighter and he squeezes your hips, grunting when a mewl falls from your lips as you rock yourself back and forth along the intense, sensitive nerves of his cock. “you’re intoxicating, sweetheart. i’m s-sorry for disturbing you—g-god.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ TARTAGLIA / CHILDE

maybe it’s the dreamy sounds you make when you’re lying next to him that had his mind drifting to you, even when sleep is thick in his bones he can hear your sweet whines—feel the way your fingertips would curl in his hair and pull when he drinks in everything you give him, so when he wakes up he can’t help but have an insatiable thirst.

your limbs are heavy when childe shifts your thigh over his shoulder, you’re still lost in sleep but he almost growls when he dips his tongue past your folds—still finding you wet when he cuts up past the clit to circle the bud before pulling away with a pop. “you’re no better than me, sweet girl.” he groans, lips curling with a soft delight before he’s dipping his head towards you once more, a dreamy laugh falling over your glistening pussy before he’s sliding his tongue around your lips feverishly, drinking in everything you give him as he curls it against your clit—sucking and flicking at the bud until you’re wet enough for him to push two fingers inside of you without much resistance. maybe that’s what wakes you, your fingers immediately finding their place to twist in childe’s hair and it only spurs on his movements, lewdly slurping and smacking at the slick his fingers push back out with every twist of his wrist and he feels dizzy—with how his hips are instinctively moving and rutting against the mattress, taking in any sort of friction he can get against his leaking, sensitive cock as he loses himself in you.

・✶ ｡ﾟARATAKI ITTO

itto was insatiable at the best of times, even in his dreams he could still feel the way your walls would twitch around his cock—remembering the stretch of your pussy, squeezing tighter for every inch he sinks in and it makes him dizzy when he wakes up in a sweat, feeling the throb of his thick cock behind the fabric of his boxers, it’s only made him greedy for the real thing.

itto’s lips part to groan when he finally sinks into you, ragged and hungry and the ache that was throbbing through his fat cock finally eases when your walls squeeze around him. even in your sleep your thighs still twitch when he pushes into you, filling you up so well—he doesn’t even need to try to graze past your sweet spots because the thickness of his heavy cock made it so easy. his hands squeeze at your hips, panting and hungry as his huge body leans over you while he tries to bury his needy whines into your skin, but you’re walls are flexing around him the deeper he goes and he’s nibbling along your jawline until he’s bottoming out with a hiss. “damn, baby. what the hell are you doing to me.” his eyes are hazy, still dark with lust when itto pulls his hips back to begin a steady but heavy pace, the needy hug of your walls rewarding each crushing thrust with a twitch around his cock that has him moaning lowly, loud squelching noises growing louder as a faint moan leaves your lips—but he’s too lost in you to notice. “itto?” you gasp, the force of his hips picking up at the sound of your voice until it’s a little faster, rougher and you’re extra sensitive with sleep. “y-yeah, babe? did you sleep good—fuck!”

・✶ ｡ﾟKAEDEHARA KAZUHA

maybe it was the way you melted into him while he slept that had him mindless, drowsy and needy—his mind felt full with thoughts of your glistening folds, the feeling of your slick and the way it always made his cock glisten whenever he would draw his hips back, but now his brain won’t let him sleep until he sees it again, his eyes fluttering open when a low whine falls from his lips and he’s wrapped in you.

your pussy feels like honey when kazuha allows his cock to graze along your slick folds, he’s messily pulled your thin panties to the side—dipping over your body to bury his face into the crook of your neck while he ruts helplessly against you. you feel so warm and he earns a soft sigh from your pliant body when the head of his pretty cock catches under the hood of your clit, the feeling of your thighs twitching against his palm making him whine as he inhales the familiar, sweet scent of you. “i’ll n-never get enough of you.” kazuha whispers, rolling his hips back into yours and he gasps softly when his cock catches on your hole—teasing him with your warm walls, the way they flex and squeeze around the sensitive veins when he would first sink in and he feels dizzy, breathless almost at the memory. but he was fine with this right now, he’d much rather control himself for when you wake up—so he can see the pretty expressions your face makes as you grab at him, so when he feels you shuffle underneath him with a grumble, he grunts because that might just be sooner than he thought.

・✶ ｡ﾟXIAO

xiao can almost feel it, almost. the needy push and pull of your pussy, the way your nails feel when they’re scratching lines along his skin and the dizzy spin in his mind when your walls twitch around him. so maybe it’s the way your thigh accidentally graze along his sensitive shaft while you sleep that pulls him back—makes him snap awake from his lewd dream of you, back to reality with a thin sheen of sweat along his skin and precum gathering at the head of his hard cock.

xiao squeezes his eyes closed when he rolls his hips forward, his skin feels sticky and he’s still hazy with sleep but when he feels your thighs instinctively squeeze around his cock—where it’s nestled between your skin, he still needs to bite back a pleasured hiss, burying it in your skin as he presses kiss along the dip of your shoulder. he just didn’t want to wake you, not for his own selfish reasons but the throb in his abdomen wasn’t something he could easily ignore, so now his fingers are gripping almost painfully at your hips and he’s rutting into the space between your thighs, needy whimpers falling from his lips everytime he pulls back—precum coating your skin with every thrust, the mess between your thighs only making the back and forth of his cock even smoother. “you make me s-so weak.” xiao hisses, pressing his chest closer against your back and he feels himself grow warmer when he suddenly feels your hand rest over his—a groggy, barely audible sigh of his name falling from your lips that makes his pace stutter, but you push back into him and he can’t find it in himself to stop, your thighs like silk around him. “i—i didn’t mean to wake you, ugh—i couldn’t s-stop.”

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shinkikomori · 2 years ago

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The Curious Mind of Heizou

NSFW: A peek into what Heizou's mind does not say aloud.

Guess this is a continuation to my new series: Genshin boys vs dirty thoughts. Read Thoma's part here.

not very proofread. Idk how but this is the second completed scenario I have written and posted today in one sitting. guess this is what no bitches does to a mf. Enjoy.

TW: Spanking, groping, very slight dubcon if you squint (not intended to be). MDNI.

Just a simple summer scene when you two are hanging out in his house and the heat is getting to y'all so he went to the kitchen to get some water. When he came back, he was obliged to pause at the door and admire your beauty. He was holding a tray with two glasses and a water bottle, straight out of the fridge. You were still texting your moots as your legs carelessly waved back and forth in the air. What he was holding now seemed more needed than ever, because oh boy, he could feel the tempetrature going up. His curious mind whispered some thoughts to the detective's mind. He wants to slide off your shorts and giving you a nice spank before groping whatever his hands can reach on, so you could both enjoy your abrupt whines caused by the surprising sensation. Your voice brought him out of his thoughts. "Oh Heizou, I didn't see you there. Hm? The heat is really getting to you, isn't it? I can tell by the color on your cheeks." You turn your head to catch him with the side of your eye. Fuck, his name coming from your mouth was just what he needed right now. Oh how he wants to ruin that pretty face of yours. He wants to hover over your figure, caging you with his arms on either side of your head and thrusting his cock into your eager pussy, drunk on your rollercoaster of sounds and squirms every time he buries his cock into your deepest, sweet spots... His intuition tells him that you would only be able to text a sudden "brb" before submitting to the pleasure completely. "Come on, the fan can reach us both here.", you say, patting the space on the bed next to you and bringing him back to reality. For now, at least...

#heizou x reader #heizou x reader smut #shikanoin heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou x reader smut #genshin impact x reader smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #smut #heizou smut

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Behind Thoma's innocent smile...

NSFW: What thoughts hide behind the sweetest smile in Inazuma?

Read Heizou's part here.

Not proofread, I wrote this in 10 min. No TWs, MDNI.

Oh, Thoma. The deprived Thoma that always prioritizes his work before his desires. The innocent looking Thoma with a smile so bright he shines whole. Thoma who doesn't realize what his mind is presenting him until the flush on his cheeks becomes too obvious and his attention span is limited to just your body. He doesn't seem to be listening for a moment there. "Thoma... Thoma?" Yes, that's exactly what he wants to hear. He wants to hear you call, no, scream his name over and over. He wants to feel every inch of your delicate body, your nails digging into his back and your legs locked around his waist. He wants to hear the sweet sounds you make when he buries his face in your neck, tracing your collarbone with sloppy kisses. He feels the way you strongly poke him on the shoulder and call put his name once more... "Thoma, can you help me carry these? They are heavier than I expected...". He shook his head slightly as he woke up from his dirty daydream. Of course, he extended his hand to get a few grocery bags off yours. Your hands... So small compared to his, looking so fragile and holdable.. His attention span was once again occupied as he was dreaming about interlocking his hands with yours, softly caressing and holding them, then feel a shockwave from the tight grip you suddenly locked him in, as if you were trying to hold onto him... "Thoma!" your angered tone woke him up again. "Did you not get enough sleep today? What's up?". After that, he helped you carry your things. Your annoyed rants were just background noise though, because he could not stop the thoughts from spilling into his mind.

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shinkikomori · 2 years ago

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Just a thought that turned a bit bigger.

I'm going to sleep. For now, please enjoy ς:

Oh and, please send some feedback in the replies. Or the reblogs, or my inbox :}

contains: no character, imagine whoever you want please. dom/sub dynamics, sub reader. penetrative sex.

tw: a bit of manhandling and a slap.

word count: 330

Imagine this... Your dom pounding into you mercilessly from behind, holding your waist and controlling your position at their will. You can't help but hug and grab the pillow sloppily trying to hold on for dear life. Muffled whines turning into sharp gasps, your sweet sounds filling the room every time they thrust into you.

You bury your face in the pillow, unable to escape the pleasure, that fucking euphoria that got you every time they went deeper, hitting that spot harder each time. Along with your eyes rolling and your face flinching, your entire body can't help but squirm uncontrollably. Your legs kicking the air, your knees constantly trying to close up, your heat building up second by second, and you're just about to-

"Stay still."

The waves of pleasure throughout your body stop in a mere moment. The sudden interruption of your high has you confused and furious.

"Why did you stop?!?!" You exclaim with a shallow breath. You initiate them to start again, but instead they pull out. They grab your chin and force you into eye contact.

"If you don't stay still I'm not going to let you finish even if you beg me."

You're now left looking at your partner like an idiot, too shocked to reply. That serious look on their tired face, those frowned eyebrows, those beautiful eyes...

"You're beautiful" slips out if your mouth without even noticing it.

For a moment they pause. They click their tongue in annoyance and rapidly swipe a slap across your cheek. You manage to steal a look of their reddened cheeks right before they turn you to face away again.

"Oh for fuck's sake...", you hear them mumbling, somehow softer than before.

Needless to say, they showed no mercy afterwards.

Yet, the one thing you truly couldn't escape from was the tight, warm hug they locked you in later.

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shinkikomori · 2 years ago

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[NSFW Drabbles] Genshin men Kinks x gn!reader - PART 1

Summary: This is some things I threw together in school. I was making lists of kinks the Genshin men would have, then wrote small drabbles based on their main characteristic kink (according to my personal headcanons). Some of them are bigger than others, I apologize! [READ] All characters included: Zhongli, Kazuha, Childe, Kaeya, Itto, Thoma, Diluc, Albedo. This is going to be divided into parts, depending on the type of kinks and content.

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PART 1 - Itto, Kaeya: Confident & Cocky Dominant

CW: size kink, teasing, slight physical restraining

Itto - Characteristic kink: Size kink

He loves seeing you struggle to lower yourself on him, and he chuckles when you complain about him being too big. You're so small compared to him, and the way you squeal every time he stretches you even further makes him laugh. "Haha! I know you can take this, c'mon!" he chuckles with that stupid little smirk on his face and his arms crossed. You're not sure if he's making fun of you or if he's genuinely encouraging you...

Kaeya - Characteristic kink: Teasing

He loves seeing you get mad as he rubs your most sensitive spots, getting you all wet and in heat for him. Your hands tied in case you try to touch yourself, your body begging for more. It infuriates you, the way he's looking at you with cocky smug look, watching you squirm against him every time he pulls away, "Not yet, darling, be patient for me >;)".

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shinkikomori · 2 years ago

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like lovers do.

yandere! various x gn! reader. intimacy headcanons, mostly sfw. characters: diluc, kaeya, albedo, venti, xiao, scaramouche, zhongli, tartaglia. disclaimer: these are not healthy relationships.

a/n: huge thanks to my friend syl for brainstorming with me!

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( and in his eyes, was chaos and beauty intertwined )

diluc ragnvindr

art credit: piscesver24 (twitter)

simple and sweet, the kind of kiss that takes your breath away. his gloved hands rest atop your waist, never once unsurprised by how frail and weak you are. in his hands, you are breakable. you are someone deserving of his protection and of his affection, and his touch alone—he hopes—is enough to convey what words cannot. he kisses you when no one is looking, but his lips never linger on yours, not for long—not where anyone can turn and see. you may be under his protection, but master diluc prefers to keep that information under wraps, eternally afraid he will lose you too.

when he hugs you, you don’t believe you’ll ever fall. you are wrapped in chains disguised as limbs and silk, and, you never wish to part from it. he holds you, and he expects you to be gone when he pulls away, because that is all he’s ever known. and in that fear, his arms will squeeze. he wants to hold you and let go. he’s afraid. he’s deathly afraid that if he does, the ground will part beneath your feet and swallow you whole. he’s afraid that if he does, you’ll fall apart in his hands and he will be left with nothing but ash. and in his fear, he holds you as if he’s convinced that you need to be held together and not him.

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shinkikomori · 2 years ago

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you've got me walkin' side to side

#summary: a chance competition win puts you right in the sights - and bed - of your favourite camboy, arataki itto. #pairing: camboy!itto/afab!reader #warnings: modern au, dom itto, sub reader, genital piercings, facefucking, vaginal/anal/oral, size difference, squirting, creampies, marathon sex, multiple orgasms, mind break, sex toys, dp/tp #notes: this isn't proofread at all help girl. itto being a camboy isn't hugely relevant to the plot... also do not think too hard about the logistics of this contest LMAOOO #word count: 4k #tagged: @kamisathoes @vlyntage © bassslut - do not repost

this was a bad idea. no, scratch that - this was a terrible idea. what were you even thinking? you stood nervously outside the door of a fancy hotel room which housed one of - if not your most - favourite camboys. arataki itto. you’d found him by chance through a porn site during lockdown, when you were bored and horny with nothing to do except watch tv or touch yourself, and dear god did he tick your clock. fluffy white hair that cascaded over him (perfect for grabbing), a body like a greek statue painted with intricate red tattoos (perfect for licking), and best of all - a long, thick cock decorated with piercings, perfect for creaming yourself over. you’d lost count of how many times you’d watched his streams, one hand down your panties as he jerked off, groaning over the mic with that voice of his that could swing from cocky frat boy to domineering growl at the drop of a hat. your poor clit was abused for an alarming streak of time whenever you lay on your bed, legs spread as you imagined itto pounding into you for the enjoyment of his audience.

so when he’d announced he’d be holding a little… competition, it made perfect sense for your libido to override your common sense and force you to apply. besides, it’s not like you were ever gonna win, right?

you kicked yourself at your sheer dumb luck now. a meet and greet which was essentially a ‘fuck a fan’ contest - what were you, a basement dweller? itto had 25000 subscribers, which should have twisted the chance right out of your hands, but you’d nearly fainted when you received an email from your camsite with the subject line Direct Message from Arataki Itto, almost dropping your laptop as you scrambled to open it. you called up the same email on your phone one last time, steeling yourself.

Hey [y/n], Congrats on beating the competition and winning my contest! I’m positively thrilled to meet you… ;) As per the rules, we’ll meet at the Embassy (map attached) at 8PM on July 8th. Bring whatever you need, wear whatever you like… just as long as I can take it off you later. See ya, Itto

Wear whatever you like… you’d dressed down for the hot los angeles weather, spending an agonising amount of time rifling through your wardrobe before settling on a spaghetti strap dress with kitten heels. your body had been scrubbed and moisturised until your arms ached, and you were practically a fire hazard with the amount of body spray you’d applied. it was worth it, though. it made you smell delicious, almost good enough to eat. quickly shoving your hands through your purse, you performed a last-minute check; wallet, keys, breath mints, lube, condoms, wet wipes, fresh panties, and your makeup bag. carefully sliding the zipper closed, you took a deep breath and stared at the imposing wood of the hotel door before lifting your fist and knocking quickly.

you heard shuffling and your chest caught as the door handle clicked down and the door swung open to reveal itto. you felt your eyes widen at the sight of him, and his face cracked into a big grin upon seeing you.

“hey, hey! you must be [y/n], right? awesome, come in!” he said cheerfully, gesturing you into the room. you blushed and stammered in greeting, ducking your head as you practically ran into itto’s plush hotel room. the walls were painted white, and the furniture was carved from sleek black wood, with a floor-to-ceiling window offering a dazzling view of los angeles taking up half the wall to the side of the bed. some candles had been lit and placed in front of the TV, filling the room with a gentle floral scent. you noticed itto’s phone on the bedside table, a bluetooth speaker playing soft cloud rap next to it.

itto. you were reminded of his existence when the door clicked shut and he placed a hand on the small of your back, sliding around you to stand in front of you. clutching the strap of your bag, your nervous gaze travelled up his chest before meeting his eyes. fuck, he was big in real life - easily six-foot-six, maybe even a little more, with a physique that spoke of many, many gym visits. his white tshirt stuck to him, shadows in the fabric from his muscles as he crossed his arms and smiled down at you in amusement, excitement dancing behind his golden eyes. you’d never ever felt this way around anyone before - you could feel your panties growing more soaked by the second from anticipation. you wanted nothing more than for itto to grab you and tear off your dress before throwing you on the bed and fucking you stupid. and yet, your mouth was dry and your face was hot with… embarrassment? fear? whatever it was, you wanted it gone.

“ummm.” you began, brain fizzing like an overheated circuit board. “hey.”

itto’s smile grew wider. “hey,” he replied gently, and you fought the urge to curl up in a ball and scream. a silence settled between you both as itto looked you up and down approvingly. you were suddenly aware of your nipples poking through your sundress - going without a bra probably hadn’t been the best idea. “hey, listen... want some water? i’ve got some wine too, in the fridge. or i could even call room service, get you a can of red bull or something?”

you didn’t need an energy drink, not when your heart was beating like a jackhammer in your chest. “um, wine... wine would be great,” you replied softly, staggering to the bed and sitting down on the plush duvet. you stroked your hands over the cotton, breathing deeply, trying to ground yourself, nodding in thanks as itto handed you a small bottle of wine and a glass filled with ice. you stared at the glass for a moment before tearing the cap off the bottle and glugging the alcohol quickly. it was sharp and sweet, and you exhaled, eyes growing half-lidded as you twisted the cap back on.

“shit, girl,” itto said admiringly as he sat beside you. “you must be nervous, huh?”

you nodded, cheeks growing flushed at the sight of your thighs touching his, your soft skin rubbing against the fabric of his sweatpants. “i thought i was...” you began, then shook your head before your words tumbled out. “i thought i wasn’t going to win, and now i’m here...” you turned to look at him. “...i feel so anxious, and, um, i’ve watched you so much - fuck, sorry, that sounds so creepy - and you’re actually here and i...!”

you wiped your eyes suddenly, and itto moved quickly, taking your face in his hands. “hey, hey, doll,” he murmured. “listen. we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, okay? shit, we can just sit here and talk about whatever until tomorrow morning if you want. seriously!” he grinned at you, canines slightly pointed. you felt your core throb weakly as the alcohol began to set in. perhaps drinking all that wine so quickly wasn’t a good idea. itto’s thumb scraped over your cheek, wiping a stray tear away. “just tell me what you want to do, and i’ll make it happen.”

the promise was right there in front of you. you could snatch out and take it - make your wildest dreams come true, usurp all those lone nights of fantasy with the blissful heavenly reality.

you stood up quickly, overtaken by a sudden determination, swaying slightly from the wine. breathing in determination, you kicked off your heels and began to pull at the straps of your dress, tugging it over your head and throwing it on the floor. you stood before itto in your panties, fists clenched and face red.

“itto,” you said. “please. fuck me.”

itto swallowed slightly, eyes going from your discarded dress to your naked body. there was a pause, and then he smirked. “thought you’d never ask, darlin’.”

what. the. fuck.

you'd heard all the stupid rumors on twitter and within the bowels of reddit - 'source: friend of a friend of his ex gf' levels of stupid. xyz said that his cock is big, like, really big irl - he doesn't use camera angles or sleeves to make it look bigger or anything. and his stamina is apparently fucking insane! you'd always dismissed them as fetish fuel - nobody wanted to admit the guy they masturbated to was probably bad in bed, right? but looking at itto's cock now, in front of your face as you lay on your stomach on the plush bed, you realised that all those horny forum posts and grainy cam streams hadn't been bullshit. the guy was fucking big - long, girthy, veiny, with silver piercings through the head and shaft of his cock. tufts of white hair sat at the base, almost like cotton wool, and the tip was flushed red.

you swallowed, letting out a shaky "ha." how the fuck were you supposed to fit this in your mouth, let alone anywhere else?! you felt the back of your neck begin to sweat lightly, and were bought back to reality by itto quietly clearing his throat. you looked up at him, smiling timidly, and he winked at you, relaxing his back against the headboard. you laughed nervously, and wrapped both your hands around his cock in determination, the slight touch earning a groan from itto. taking a deep breath, you carefully sank your mouth down onto the tip of his cock, your lips sliding down centimetre by centimetre as you hollowed your cheeks out to make room. itto sighed happily, head falling back as you winced at the feeling of his cockhead sitting on the back of your tongue. you didn't want to think about how much left you had to swallow, and you paused for a moment, gagging slightly.

"aw, you're giving up already?" itto cooed, placing a big hand on your head. was it your imagination, or was he... pushing down? tears pricked your eyes as your jaw began to ache and you clenched your fists in determination to stifle your gag reflex, shoving your mouth a little further down his cock. "ah, fuck - that's it, babe, shove it down your pretty throat as deep as you can, shit." itto's head fell back, a low growl reverberating from his chest as you squeezed your eyes shut and felt his hand slide into the back of your hair, pushing your head forwards slowly, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. you suppressed the urge to gag, your eyes rolling up to look at him, your mascara leaving black trails down your face from your watering eyes.

itto laughed, the sound strained. "you look pretty like that." he breathed out hard all of a sudden before thrusting his cock up into your mouth, making you yelp in surprise. itto leaned over and grabbed your wrists, rolling you over onto your back roughly so he could fuck your face, his cock sliding in and out of your warm mouth, too lost in his own high to hear your muffled cries and squeaks. your pussy grew hot as you felt the bulge of his cock pressing into your throat and his coarse bush tickling your nose, his grip on your wrists bruising as he snarled above you, giving a particularly enthusiastic thrust when you blindly leaned down to rub circles around your clit for some relief. you felt your chest go tight as you steadily ran out of air, your other hand coming up to poke and smack his thigh hard in alarm. your eyes widened as you felt itto's hips stutter, and you sobbed a little as he came down your throat, cock shoved in to the hilt. itto breathes sharply, slowly pulling out of your mouth. you jerk up, gasping and coughing, your face smeared with spit and cum and makeup.

you look over at itto blearily as his hand comes out to gently grab your face, concern written all over his features. "you okay?" you grin at him weakly, and he smiles. "that's my girl."

the term caused your stomach to flutter, and you blush a little, wiping your face self-consciously. you gasped as itto suddenly grabbed your calves and dragged you towards him, prying your legs open with his big hands, palms flat against your inner thighs as he leaned down.

"only fair that i repay the favor, right?" he said huskily, before his hot tongue licked a wide experimental stripe over your clit. you gasped, hands grabbing his hair as your body flopped backwards and itto began to go to town, his tongue licking short fast strokes over your sensitive clit as you moan, the sound keening and desperate. your hips jerked up as he suddenly shoved two fingers around your clit, spreading it open, and sucked hard.

"o-oh- fuck- itto! please- justlikethat!" your words jumbled together in a squeal as he shoves a thick finger inside you, curling it upwards as his lips continued to toy with your clit. you yanked itto's hair hard, body thrashing as he added another finger and began to quickly move his hand, moving away from you slightly to draw small circles around your oversensitive clit with the tip of his tongue. you felt a sudden pressure build in your stomach and gripped his hair, your hips jerking off the bed as he slammed a hand on your stomach and pushed you back down, the pressure increasing tenfold.

"ah - itto, fuck! itto, i'm - i'm gonna cum, gonna cum, gonnacumgonnacumgonna-!"

your babbling melted into a sudden high-pitched cry as you came, itto licking over your pulsing clit as you tightened around his fingers, your body convulsing as you wailed. he continued to move his fingers slowly, watching as you came down from your high, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat. he kissed your clit quickly, earning a low moan from you as he pulled his fingers out of you and turned you around so you were lying on the pillows, your expression dazed.

itto's damp fingers pushed your sweaty hair out of your face, and you suddenly gripped his arm.

"i-itto," you began, swallowing hard as you tried to collect yourself. "y-you can put it in now, okay?"

your pussy was burning with need as itto nodded, spreading your legs open once more as he lined up his cock with your entrance. you swallowed in anticipation, sighing as he grabbed a bottle of lube and spread some over his cock and inside your soaked cunt.

"ready?" itto asked softly, and you nodded in response. he leaned over you to kiss your forehead as he pushed the head of his cock inside you, easily sliding in. you winced as he pushed in further, the size of him causing a burning sensation, even despite the lube and how wet you already were. itto shushed you softly, pressing light kisses to your forehead and jaw, strong arms either side of you. you breathed heavily as he pushed in more, more, more, his cock filling you deliciously, before he bottomed out inside of you. you almost melted into the duvet as he slowly pulled out, the friction of the veins and piercings on his cock causing your skin to grow hot. itto grunted as he pushed his hips back towards yours, rolling his hips in a slow hard pace as your body twitched underneath his.

his long white hair tickled your face, hanging over you like a curtain. your hands shakily reached up to slide over his sweat-soaked abs, red tattoos standing out over his flushed skin. your legs instinctively wrapped over itto's back as he began to fuck you harder, the position allowing him to go even deeper inside of you. your pussy squelched loudly with each thrust, his piercing rubbing over your gspot as your cunt gripped his cock. itto leaned down to kiss you, forehead touching yours before he suddenly growls, "say my name."

your brain fizzles into gear through the intense fog of lust you're currently feeling. "i... itto."

"louder." he thrusts into you hard enough to slam the headboard against the wall, and you squeal and grip his bicep, trying to steady yourself.

"itto!" you cry hoarsely. "itto, itto, itto!"

his canines scrape along the shell of your ear, nipping slightly as a low chuckle leaves him. "good girl. fuck, again."

you obey him, your cries of itto punctuated by moans and shrieks as he plunged in and out of you, a bulge appearing in your stomach with every thrust. you'd never been fucked like this before in your life, and you suspected that itto had successfully ruined any future sexual encounters for you with how good his cock stretched you, hitting every spot perfectly inside you.

"you're so fuckin' tight - gonna snap my cock clean off, fuck," he panted, suddenly shoving your legs back into a mating press, ignoring your startled cries of o-oh, itto?! as he continued to pound your pussy, your legs tensing in his hold.

oh, i'm not going to be able to walk for days after this...!

you mewled, slurring god knows what as tears streamed down the sides of your face from the overstimulation, his cock feeling like it was in your fucking lungs with each thrust. itto's breathing grew ragged and his hips stuttered as he slammed into you and came, eyelids fluttering a little as he filled you up with his thick, hot cum. you whimpered, unable to do anything but lie there and take it as your body shuddered through its own orgasm. your head flopped to the side for a moment before itto suddenly grabbed you, his cock sliding out of you as he spun you around so your back was against his chest and his chin was almost resting on your head. his arms slipped under your legs, pulling them back as you barely had time to react before he was fucking up into you again, your body still in the final throes of your last orgasm as itto's relentless pace hurtled you towards another one at record speed. you could do nothing but cry out in ecstasy, bouncing around in his lap as your last shards of any coherent thoughts focus on how you want itto to just tie you to the bed and fuck you forever if it meant feeling like this all the time.

his heavy balls slapped against your clit with each thrust, sending a sting of pleasure through you as itto grabbed your tits and squeezed them hard. your hands scrabbled to touch anything, desperate to ground yourself, and they rested on the meat of itto's strong thighs, nails digging crescent moon shapes into the skin as he moved. you were totally fucked out already and he'd barely even started - you would have taken him up for that energy drink if you knew how much stamina he had. itto's cock was smeared white with his own cum as he used you like a fleshlight, your teeth gritting as you felt the familiar heat build in your stomach. your body wriggled in his hold, and you heard him laugh darkly above you.

"gonna cum again, sweetheart?" he breathed into your ear, and you wailed in response. "that's it, thaaaat's fuckin' it, cum all over itto's cock, gonna fuckin' knock you up so you have my kids and can't go-."

you gasped, crying as you came, and you felt something in your stomach rush before you suddenly fucking squirt all over the duvet, itto's pleased crowing causing your cheeks to burn as your pussy pulses around his drenched cock, waves of pleasure flowing through your exhausted body. his hand slides over you to rub a quick circle over your clit, laughing a little when your body jerks and you whine loudly. he pulls out of you and pushes you gently onto the bed, reaching over to the bedside table as he opens a draw and pulls out two pink silicone vibrators. he'd figured he'd need them for foreplay, but had written it off immediately when he saw how wet you were. still, it would be a waste not to use them...

you stared at him blearily, head cocking slightly in confusion as he smiled down at you before throwing the toys on the duvet and climbing over you. he rubs his cock against your pussy, collecting slick and cum and lube on the tip before moving down slightly and poking against your ass. his golden eyes are blown with lust as he grips your arms tightly and pushes into your ass. you throw your head back with a cry as he barely gives you any time to adjust before starting up a rough pace, watching the way your tits bounce as he fucks you, your hands falling over your face from overwhelming emotion. you hear a click followed by a faint buzz, and you moan lewdly as itto shoves one of the vibrators inside you, the toy spitting small flecks of your slick from the high setting. the vibrations travel through your oversensitive pussy, and you look up at itto desperately, your brow knotting. how the fuck were you supposed to watch his streams normally after this? you'd gone past feeling simple sensation at this point - you'd been plunged headfirst into heavenly ecstasy, every nerve in your body set alight with pleasure. you wanted nothing more than to be fucked by itto for all eternity, feeling the stretch and push of his thick cock in and out of your sore holes for hours as he made you see stars...

"h-huh?! itto- oh!" your thoughts were cut off by a strangled moan as itto shoved another vibrator in your soaked cunt, his toned stomach hitting against the toys with each thrust, making sure they didn't slip out as he fucked your tight ass. your mouth hung open, a thin line of drool landing on your collarbone as your eyes rolled back from the overwhelming sensation coursing through your body. the toys pressed right up against your gspot, buzzing unstoppably as itto grunted, his hands gripping your waist as he squeezes you in place, grinning as he drills into you.

"guh - itto! cumming - cumming again-!"

you cry out silently as you cum for the third time, clenching around itto's cock and the toys. itto pushes his hand a little more, shoving the vibrators in deeper as your brain whites out and your body spasms like you're being exorcised. he thrusts a few more times through his own orgasm, eyes squeezing shut as his cum spurts into your ass, some of it dripping out around his cock from the sheer amount. the toys continue to buzz, slowly slipping out of you as your orgasm fades and you weep at the intense feeling of it all. itto lifts you up a little to pull out of you, some of his cum falling from your ass as he lays you down and turns off the toys, scooting around your sex-scented body to check on you. your poor holes were totally busted, flushed and red and wet from his cock, and your eyes had rolled halfway up into your head as you breathed his name softly inbetween pleased sighs. your ass was red from the force of his thrusts, and your legs were still shaking.

he smacked your cheek gently. "how ya doin' there, babe?"

your head flopped in his general direction, soft lips parted as your chest rose and fell from exertion. you took a second to form words, lips mouthing around air before your voice, raspy from exhaustion, came to light.

"itto... pleeeeeasseeee, ittoooo... more... wanna go againnnnn..."

he smiled down at you. this was going to be a long night.

#ohmygod #i had to read this again in the morning to make sure it was a real fic and not just a dream #and then i read it once again

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