#☁️dream sequence–>(one shot)

[2w1ld3st-2dr3ams]

𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝟙: ℍ𝕪𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕤

K!nkt0ber Day 1: Hybrids

➸ Muse 1: Tomioka Giyuu (Demon Slayer)

➸ WC: 3.3k

➸ CW: Cow Hybrid!Giyuu, mentions of pornography (or a raunchy scene in a movie), inexperienced Giyuu, mentions of past abuse, fluffy shit all things considered, a lot of boob stuff, TLDR: Just milking Cow Giyuu's tits and there's feelings in there.

➸ Mumbles: Recycling baby (this was meant for last year, help me) Also, an excuse to write for Giyuu tits tbh.

It wasn't often that you heard rustling in your backyard, given that you didn't have any pets and wild animals weren't anywhere near your house. Perhaps it was your neighbor's dog or that one raccoon you saw stuffing it's face with garbage nearby that one time. Either way, you didn't particularly like the idea of something rummaging through your backyard, especially if that thing decided your backyard would make an adequate toilet. God knows you had one to many debates with your neighbors about their animal's bathroom habits and, in your personal opinion, too little time had passed between the last one and this up and coming one.

Whatever the reason, you decided it was better if you shooed the little critter out yourself. If you caught it early enough, maybe you could persuade it to leave it's business elsewhere, preferably not in your recently remodeled backyard. You grabbed a nearby broom to shoo the animal away and begrudgingly made your way to the origin of the sound. When you got there, however, all that greeted you was the stillness of nature and a prominent hole near one of your recently planted bushes. This, in turn, damaged the structure your bushes were resting on and managed to make one fall over. As you could imagine, there was an even more sizable hole in your backyard now, not to mention the de-rooted bush that lay so pathetically on its side.

Irritated by the revelation of such sabotage against your hard work, you made your way back to your house to look for your tools—the faster you took care of the now ruined section, the faster you could set up some proper fencing to stop any further incidents. You quickly zoned out as you got to work, trying not to think of the culprit of this crime most likely laughing at your agony or the fact that you were feeling very strongly over a simple hole. Just as you were finishing the maintenance and re-planting the bush, you noticed some rapid movement out of the corner of your eye. A flash of hair was escaping the corners of your vision when you turned your head towards the movement. All you could figure out from all the rapid head turning was a scurrying tuff of dark hair that seemingly swayed with hurry.

You, of course, deducted that whatever that was had to be connected to your backyard. It was a rather large animal too, considering the size and quantity of the hair. You couldn't think of many animals near your area that would match the description, so you settled on incriminating the little trash eater that still made such a ruckus at night. Deciding to leave the thought of sentencing animals like a judge aside, you made your way back inside once you had finished packing your tools away. You would go visit the town center and find some fences tomorrow, today you had promised one of your neighbors that you would dog-sit while they went on a weekend getaway with their boyfriend.

A few hours later, you found yourself hiking to your house as exhaustion was dragging you down by your hairs. Any chiropractor or orthopedic would be cringing at your posture right now, your back almost made a perfect arc forward and your head was inching closer to the ground. Your neighbors dog was adorable and you didn't mind doing them a favor every now and then, but if you heard that damm dog bark at the wind outside one more time you would've lost your sanity. Apparently, all the other dogs of the neighborhood had been feeling some sort of way about the outside of their comfortable homes at exactly the same time. You would hear a cacophony of barks during the late evening and sit there rethinking your choice of living situation.

Through the snippets of conversation your tired ears caught, your neighborhood was being haunted by…something. You weren't sure if haunted was the right word, more like invaded. There had been multiple reports of something terrorizing people's backyards and an increase in black-haired-animal sightings nearby. Considering a possible raccoon infestation, you made a beeline to your backyard, getting anxious by the second that your little thief-cosplaying friend had decided to pay you another visit. The noise you made clearly scared whatever was inhabiting your garden, as you heard a very pronounced "Ah!" coming from the darkness.

Instead of being greeted with a chubby, short, and dual-colored cretin, you were greeted with a very naked man sporting peculiar cow ears and horns and a matching tail. He was in a horrible state, if being publicly naked wasn't bad enough, sporting a variety of bruises in an array of tones. His chest area was especially bruised, sporting what appeared to be suction marks around his nipples. He was, rightfully, terrified, his face contorting into a mixture of fear and regret. The one thing you noticed about him the most, however, was that peculiar head of very prominent black hair that almost camouflaged into the darkness of the night.

Your first thought was relief, since you finally had a face to the culprit of the crime scene that you had just cleaned up hours prior. Your second thought was checking what you last ate and drank in the last 24 hours. After making sure you didn't consume any hallucinogenic substances, you turned your attention back to the man—half man was probably a better way to put it. You couldn't get a proper word out before the being in front of you began rapid-firing apologies and explanations. You couldn't make out very much from his���eloquent speech, apart from the words "farm", "mistreatment", "hybrid", and "escaped".

Though not much information was supplied, it was enough for you to put two and two together. Plus, if the continuously frequent visits from men in uniforms asking about "a missing product" told you anything, this farm had located him and was currently hunting him down. Now, you weren't educated in the laws about half human-half animal people, but you were fair to assume that whatever was happening at his farm was against a bunch of workplace regulations. You did your best to bring the now hyperventilating man to your house without causing too much suspicion, which was noticeable hard to do considering how sketchy it would look to see your neighbor's silhouette dragging something prominently non-human back to their house. Nevertheless, you both made it inside without anybody calling out to you, which you would take as a victory.

First order of business now, get some clothes on the poor man. It was decently into the nighttime now, the poor thing must've been freezing. You told him to sit down near the heating device while you went and got some clothes and blankets for him. You got him one of your old shirts as well as some sweatpants and underwear. While making sure he was comfortable and warm, you started making light conversation just to fill in the air. You weren't sure what to do in a situation like this, so maybe eradicating the silence would make you think better. Your efforts were wasted on him though, as he looked down at his lap with a perfectly sculpted neutral expression.

Deciding to let him be, you got up and cooked the both of you some food. You made sure to avoid steak or dairy products, half out of respect and half out of dumbfoundedness. You sat down next to him and handed him his food, which he immediately dropped. Startled and a bit offended, you asked him why he did that. He responded with that neutral face, perhaps sporting hints of embarrassment, that his muscle function was heavily underused thanks to the abuse he endured back at the farm and that it would take a while before he got full control over his actions. It made you question how he could've made such a sizable hole in your backyard, but you were too tired to question him about it. Your half-asleep mind came up with a brilliant solution to his dilemma, fortunately.

Picking up your fork, you pricked a bit of food and brought it to his lips. Surprised adorned his face for seconds before he hesitantly opened his mouth, allowing you to feed him. You went slow, matching his pace and letting him tell you when he wanted another bite. It was serene, an act of kindness that the hybrid in front of you probably hadn't felt in a long time.

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Giyuu didn't register when his adoration for you intensified to what it was today. He remembered the night when you first met very clearly, as it managed to break down every single prejudice he had about himself in mere hours. You were so gentle with him, so patient and loving, even when he had dropped your food and messed up your backyard. You didn't send him back to that place, you never even pressured him to tell you about it.

By this point, he had been living with you for about a year and a half now; it melted his heart that you wanted him to stay and hadn't kicked him out yet, but it also made his ever-growing feelings for you fester for longer. It scared him, being so close to you. Closeness back at the farm meant he had broken a rule and was about to be punished, it meant torture and nights spent crying until he had no more left to give. Closeness with you, however, felt like home. Home, what a funny word indeed.

He felt close to you when you both sat down by the heating device that night you met, knees almost touching due to the proximity; he felt at home with you when you softly brought food to his lips, letting him know you were willing to cooperate with him in the moment. He felt close to you when he was cowering into your chest because of a nightmare, reduced to a sobbing mess of tears; he felt at home with you when you gently cradled his head in your hands, wiping his tears away and promising that he was safe with you. He felt close to you when he let you touch his horns, bowing his head to you in an act of submission; he felt at home with you when you traced over his horns like they were made out of porcelain, like if the man in front of you deserved nothing but the softest of touches.

You were his home, the place he could run to without judgement, the place where he knew he wouldn't be shunned or thrown away. Naturally, Giyuu wanted to repay you; old habits die hard and this one just happened to be learned back at the farm. He knew that relying on his instinct for this wouldn't get across his point though, so he had to formulate something else.

He thought for days about a variety of presents he could give you, but none of them seemed perfect enough. You had enough home decorations, he couldn't cook all that well to make you something, you had made it clear to him that you didn't want a maid much less try and use him for food, he didn't know how much he wanted to risk going outside with you; there were so many discarded options he was beginning to get overwhelmed. He could always offer you his body, but he wasn't quite sure how to approach that subject. Sex and intimacy back at the farm where basically two different worlds; where there was one, the other couldn't be. He couldn't give you something as bland as a sexual experience, you could get those for less than he was offering you and with much more experienced people.

Why was this so hard? All he had to do was thank you for everything you'd done for him and then give you something in return, why was he fretting so much over this? He looked at you in search for something that might help him figure out what he could give you—and accidently stumbled upon the perfect gift. You were staring at the TV screen, soft eyed and sporting a stupidly lovesick grin, as some movie played on the screen. Said movie just happened to include a couple's first time, and they couldn't have been more awkward about it. Still, the way each touch they made radiated love and adoration was making you giddy. Giyuu saw how much fun the couple seemed to be having, even though they had failed to advance below the waist for the past 45 minutes or so, and could instantly feel his cheeks heating up. Did you want something like this?

It was a little overwhelming, you see. Giving you his all, his most vulnerable, and recieving the same from you? Being treated so gently, so softly, so…human. The image on the screen flashed to a shot of a pair of hands slowly carresing and fondling with the chest of the other, taking time to squeeze them and tease their partner. Giyuu looked back at you and saw you with a slightly darker hue adorning your cheeks. Huh, he might've just found his gift for you…and all thanks to some random Saturday night movie.

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You came home from a night out to a completely silent house. Yeah, Giyuu wasn't known for being loud, but he would at least have something playing in the background while he went about his day. Sometimes you would catch him humming some tune you've never heard before, but it never failed to make your day. You put your bag down, took of your shoes, and traveled deeper into the empty house. Once you reached your bedroom door, you began getting suspicious. Did he run away? Was he unhappy here? Was he playing a prank on you? Did the people looking for him miraculously find him? You hadn't seen him since you set foot in your house and you couldn't distinguish even one sign of life anywhere.

Still, your concern was overpowered by your tiredness, so you promptly entered your bedroom and passed out almost immediately. You swore you would never underestimate how soft your bed could be again; it felt like you were sleeping on a very fluffy cloud. As you dozed off, you failed to notice the door of your bathroom door opening and closing, a figure now ocuppying the space in front of it. Your lost roommate was blinking down at you in confusion; you weren't supposed to fall asleep this early, were you seriously that tired? His plan of recreating the movie scene failed, and that stung a bit, but you looked so comfortable drooling on your pillow that he let you be.

Though, he couldn't help but sit down next to your pillow, pushing his thighs together until they sort or replicated it. He had done his own research, no matter how long it took him to figure out how to work your computer, and found that humans liked resting their head on soft things. And if you asked him, his thighs were pretty soft. Slowly, almost as if he wasn't even moving at all, he managed to position your head on his thighs, moving the pillow away from you. It was a different touch than what he was used to, the blades of the machines never felt quite as soft as your hair on his skin. He looked down at your sleeping face, scrunched up yet so peaceful, and he couldn't stop the strange warmth that invaded his chest. He never understood you fully, but having you here with him was enough for now. Even if he had planned for something completely different, this wasn't so bad either.

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You don't remember your pillow being so warm, and so soft. Slowly shifting to lay on your stomach, you wrapped your arms around your comfortable pillow and snuggled into its warmth.

Oh how you couldn't be more wrong.

Giyuu was both flabbergasted and appreciative. You looked like you were having the best sleep of your life, but the way you hugged onto his hips and how your lips would occationally graze his thighs had him more worked up than he wanted to admit. There was a faint ache in his chest, different from the mushy feeling he felt. This one was a bit more painful, as if something was messing with his chest. He knew that feeling all too well. It was the same feeling he got right before those suctioning cups were placed on his chest.

Maybe, releaving himself a bit wouldn't hurt—at least, not more than the pain he was in right now. Holding in his milk wasn't healthy and, no matter how badly we wanted to keep this from you, he also didn't want to wake you up. So, he relied on his instincts to guide his hand down towards his nipples, a wet stain on the shirt he was wearing. He flicked one of his nipples over the shirt, stain becoming just a tad bit bigger as he could feel the liquid drip down his chest and abdomen. He bit his lips hard, attempting to muffle any noises that fell out of his lips. He swore he didn't sound so sinful back on the farm.

"Ngh~"

You turned back around, laying on your back once more before yawning. You felt something wet fall on your tongue.

Was that…milk?

Your face scrunched, confused as to why your saliva tasted like milk. There was also something dripping on your face. Did you sleepwalk outside again or was there a leak in your roof? You slowly opened your eyes, bothered by the constant droplets on your face which broke the very nice dream you were having. Instead of being greeted by another hole—you were starting to notice a pattern—you were greeted by the sight of Giyuu's chest slightly covering your vision as his hands teased and played with his chest. Your ears, which were apparently not working before, suddenly decided to bless you with the sound of soft moans and wanton whimpers, a few keens here and there when his fingers did a particularly rough motion.

What a wonderful sight to wake up to.

"A-ah! P-please~"

He didn't even know what he was begging for, but it only made his motions become rougher. He was in too deep to notice that you had opened your eyes and had shifted your head off his lap. That is, until he felt your hand on his shoulder. He turned his head towards you, eyes dazed yet holding a twinge of panic. Still, he couldn't stop his fingers from moving across his chest, moaning shamelessly. He was panting like he ran a marathon, chest swollen and a bit heavy.

"Y-you're awake! I have a—mphm!—g-gift for you!"

He managed to get out through his moans. With a not-quite-all-there smile, he pushed his tits together. You could see why they were so heavy now, as milk seemed to endlessly pour down his chest. He leaned forward slightly, allowing a perfect view of his cleavage. He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes, a dumb smile on his face.

"I-I saw how much you seemed to like that—ngh!—s-scene in that m-movie the other day, so…"

Well, he didn't need to tell you twice. He let out a loud keen once you attached your mouth to his nipple, tongue running over the sensitive bud while you teased more milk out of his chest. The sounds he was making were glorious, and you were quite thirsty after that long nap…

Oh well, he'd have to sit still and pretty for a few hours while you got your fill.

[2w1ld3st-2dr3ams]

𝟝 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 (𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝟙 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞)

!!Old Blog Repost!!

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character: Aether, Dom!GN!Reader, Special Guests: Venti, Jean, 

Cw: Dom!Reader, Sub!Character, vampire!reader, ass eating(character), jealous Aether, possessiveness (from both sides at some point), very unhealthy behavior, self-injuries (you need blood to coax a sexy vampire into drinking from you after all), Objectification (not stated directly, Aether is basically a glorified blood bag), dumbification(character), biting kink (reader –> Aether), bleeding is used as foreplay, aphrodisiac usage (because vampire saliva), this has a lot of exposition before we get to the dirty I'm so sorry I am a sucker for sexual tension.

Post type: 5+1 format

Word Count: 5.7k

Mumbles: Daydreaming about drinking a cute boy's blood rn so I'm sorry Aether, you're my canvas for today. Came up with vampire etiquette after daydreaming in the middle of a car ride and it has been engraved in my mind ever since. Can you tell when I get hornier or was it not obvious enough?

Step 1–Offer them animals to drink from (while trying to outdo your competition)

Aether was strolling down the streets of Mondstadt, a dead boar being dragged around as he kept trying to find you. The sight was a little weird, the Honorary Knight carrying around a dead boar while looking everywhere for something. That 'something' was you, a vampire Aether had befriended while traveling Teyvat. You had disclosed to Aether how you were a vampire and how troubling it was looking for food. Most of the available food usually fought back and you had not eaten for a while, your strength wasn't what it used to be. You could still put up a fight, but you didn't have the stamina to chase after an animal that could still fight. You could drink human blood, but (as you explained to Aether), human blood was a luxury that vampires couldn't have repeatedly. Aether wanted you to expand on the topic, but all he got as an explanation before you drifted off to your version of sleep was something about the effects of human blood on a vampire and how strained the human-vampire relationship was because of this.

He found you talking to Venti, a sense of urgency pushing him to you even quicker than before. You were always friendly with Venti, maybe a bit too friendly. According to Aether, at least. Venti was one of the first people you told about being a vampire and, from that day on, he would always hunt down animals for you to drink from. You only came to him when you needed though, if he hunted down animals too frequently when you were around, people might suspect something. Still, this did little to lower Aether's growing jealousy. Why did it have to be the bard all the time? He was more than capable of hunting stuff down for you as well! He would even go as far as offering you his own blood, but you always went to Venti for food. It was not fair! 

His grip on the boar tightened a bit, his eyes narrowing at the bard as he approached. He saw Venti getting closer to you, dangerously close. At this distance, you could probably smell his blood as clear as day. Venti was clearly tempting you, there was no other reason for him to be so close to you. Aether had to do something quickly, or your hunger would get the best of you. There's no way you would want to drink that drunkard's blood when his blood would taste so much better!

He called out your name, trying to mask the intense jealousy he was feeling at the moment. He felt himself falter when he had your gaze on him, you always made him feel so tiny compared to you. Your gaze by nature was predatory, but your gaze right now as you were eyeing the bleeding boar was even more animalistic. You were clearly starving, if the way you licked your lips and the way your eyes didn't leave the boar were any indicators. Venti also eyed the boar, impressed at how shamelessly the traveler was dragging it around Mondstadt.

–H-hey [Name]! I was out hunting and I remembered how you said you needed more food so I got this boar for you! It should last you a few weeks.

You were salivating as you thanked him and grabbed the boar out of his hands. Luckily for you, the area you were in was now deserted–probably because of the stench of dead boar surrounding the area–so you could safely drink from it. You drained the animal of all the blood it had to give, tearing it apart like a ragdoll. Venti stood there beside you, laughing at how hungry you were and remarking that he'd have to hunt something bigger for you next time. Aether butted in, suggesting that you could accompany him in his travels since you were more likely to find bigger prey scattered across Teyvat. Venti wanted to refuse, he was doing this because he was your friend and neither you nor him were inconvenienced by it so Aether didn't have to take on the extra work, but the way Aether was staring at him made him a bit uneasy. He felt it was better to not intervene, something told him it was better for his health if he didn't.

Once you had finished your meal and disposed of the remaining corpse, you answered Aether's proposal with an affirmation. You explained how you were leaving Mondstadt for a while because you felt that the people were suspicious of your mortal status. You were just discussing it with Venti, actually, and both of you agreed that it was best you left while the suspicions died down. Aether listened along, trying to contain his excitement at the idea that you would spend more time with him. This meant more opportunities for him to get close to you, more opportunities for you to drink his blood. There he went again, fantasizing of you using him as you personal blood bank. If he weren't in front of people he would be salivating at the thought. 

Bidding goodbye to Venti, you made your way to your place of residence with Aether by your side. You chatted along the way, thanking him again for such a delicious meal. Aether swore you were eyeing him down as you said that, maybe you were referring to him instead of the boar. Oh dear, you must be able to smell his lust by now. Arriving at your house, you let Aether sleep there with you. It was getting late and it would be so rude to send him back to where he was settled after he had treated you to such a meal.

Settling down on your couch, Aether got comfortable as you bid him goodnight and went to your room. Vampires had a different definition of sleep, so the accommodations you prepared for Aether and Aether alone made his heart burst. You were going the extra mile just to make him comfortable, even if you could just drink his blood and kill him right here. He must be so special to you, it made him delirious just thinking about it.

The weight of hunting and carrying the bull was getting to him, his muscles feeling heavier by the second. Closing his eyes, it wasn't long before he drifted off.

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Step 2–Make sure to look as appetizing as possible (bonus points if you emphasize the neck or thighs)

–A-ah~D-drink as m-much as you'd like, I'm–ngh~ a-all yours!

Aether felt the grip you had on his waist, pulling him closer to you. You were currently drinking from his neck, drinking like you had been starved for weeks. You stopped for a bit to let him rest, kissing the are you had just bit and licking away any of the excess blood that was dripping from the bite marks. You asked if he was okay, tracing your fingers over the wound gently while focusing your eyes on him.

He assured you he was, he was more than okay in fact. Still drunk on that last bite, he positioned his hand behind your head and was pushing towards his neck. The indications were clear, but you stopped him before he could continue.

–If you'd allow me, there's another place I'd like to drink from

His face flushed with all the possibilities he thought of. He had to answer quickly though, you were getting hungry again and would soon just default to ravaging him. He responded to you with a "go ahead", hands returning to their original place on his lap as he awaited your next moves. The look in your eyes was more predatory than ever, clearly betraying your intentions as you firmly grabbed his thighs and spread them apart. Aether was incredibly flustered now, hiding his face in his hands as he processed the situation.

You began kissing around his inner thigh, dangerously close to his crotch, feeling around for something. The smell of Aether's blood at the moment was intoxicating and he could feel it. When you had finally found the spot, you began mouthing at it and leaving a lot of open mouth kisses. Slowly, you licked the place and kissed it tenderly one more time. You gave him a warning to stay still and opened your mouth, fangs nicely decorated by your salivas as you lowered them onto Aether's thigh. You were closing in on his thigh, fangs dangerously close to penetrating the skin when…

–Aether!

Aether woke up with a bang, heart almost jumping out of his chest as he tried to regain his senses. Once he finally caught on to his surroundings, he wished the earth would swallow him whole. Did he seriously have a wet dream about you, when you were a couple rooms away? Speaking of you, did you sense it? Could you sense it? Aether prayed you couldn't as he got up and quickly changed his clothes, thankful for the extra pieces of clothing he had mistakenly left in his inventory.

–Aether, are you there?

Curse your calling for him, why did it had to interrupt his precious wet dreams? Trying to look like a man who did not just have a wet dream about the person giving him housing, Aether made his way over to where your voice was coming from. You were carefully setting down a plate of delicious looking food on your table, making sure to also place down a drink. You didn't get much practice cooking human foods, but the aroma and presentation of the breakfast you set down on the table were testaments to your determination, patience, and hard-work. If he weren't pre-occupied with trying to compose his post-wet dream self, he would be absolutely love struck.

–Good morning! Um, what's all this for?

–It's been quite a while since I've had a human guest over, so I tried my best to accommodate to your needs as much as possible. I'm not the best with cooking human food, but I have picked up a thing or two from my visits to the lands of Teyvat. It might not be the best but it should still be edible.

His rationality was telling him to thank you for your thoughtfulness, but his more emotive side was already punching your chest in flustered confusion. How it is possible for someone to be this…effortlessly attractive?! Where all vampires like this? Furthermore, what were your intentions behind all this? Surely, a friend doesn't go out of their way to fit their other friend into their life to the best of their ability after just one night. Or did they? Aether wouldn't know, he considered many people his friends and he was always doing favors for them so he had no room to judge.

Thanking you for the meal (after some inner lovesick screaming), Aether sat down at the chair that was pulled out for him as he began to eat what you had cooked. For someone without much experience with cooking, as you put it, your cooking tasted better than expected. It wasn't exactly restaurant worthy or anything; more so the type of cooking you expect from a memory or a feeling. In a way, Aether rationalized, the type of cooking that could evoke a feeling or symbolize a memory was streets ahead to the type of cooking that was merely enjoyed for its taste.

He wondered if vampires also had this food reaction binary. Surely, there must be different expectations for the type of food vampires ate. Maybe something like blood quality or quantity influenced the way vampires linked those aspects to certain desirable or undesirable qualities. Were there sought after types of blood, like a certain blood type that was more sought after than the rest? Did certain presentations appeal to vampires; maybe some favored obvious displays of submission or maybe some liked a more push-and-pull dynamic. That last thought got him revisiting his dream. With as much dignity as he could muster, he swallowed the bite he was chewing on and asked you the random (not really) question.

–Hey [Name], is there any sort of…what's the word…desired presentation in the things you drink from that make it more…appetizing? I guess?

You stayed pensive for a few moments, making Aether freeze and examine the situation. You didn't look weirded out or uncomfortable by the question, but your silence still made him uneasy. He hoped he hadn't overstepped any boundaries by asking that question. He didn't know the point in which discussing being a vampire became acceptable, but he already went over that bridge so the only option left was to burn it. After some time in deep thought, you decided you reached your conclusions and proposed a sort-of answer.

–Depends on the source of the blood and if etiquette applies to that source.

Etiquette? Vampires had that? Was it like with humans and all the different fork types, or was it like how people say it’s good etiquette to eat with their mouths closed? Either way, Aether was intrigued .

–What is this “vampire etiquette” you speak of? From my general knowledge about vampires, there doesn’t seem to be much manners or class involved when they eat.

You were quick to correct him, a tad bit offended by his–in your words–offensively stereotypical remark. Vampire etiquette, as you explained, was a sort of code that vampires followed when feasting. Yes, it was always at play ever since the agreement between vampires and humans was formed. It dictated things such as who one was allowed to feast upon and what the nature of that feasting meant.

The hierarchy of feasts, as you lovingly dubbed it, was at the centerpiece of vampire etiquette. Common feasting material such as animals didn’t fall under the agreement, hence why vampires could feast as gruesomely and violently as they wanted to from them. Humans, however, were protected under the agreement. Most humans are untouchable to a vampire, unless there is a close enough bond based on mutual respect and trust. No fear mongering or threatening a human into giving themselves up for feeding.

Once the bond was obtained, there were certain places that were off limits. If the pair were simply trusted acquaintances, you would usually drink from their wrists; if the pair were close friends, you would drink from their forearms; if the pair were lovers, you would drink from their neck. The stomach was off limits because of its delicate nature and drinking from below the waist held a different, more intimate meaning for vampires.

This last part urged Aether to make one final question. If your answer was what he expected, then his dream would hold so much more significance than he thought.

–And what exactly does drinking from below the waist mean for vampires?

–Especially if it’s the thighs, drinking from below a human’s waist is our way of claiming a human as ours. Whether it’s for sexual purposes or for feeding purposes–although those go hand in hand sometimes–it’s a final act of possession done with care. Once the mark is there, no other vampire can touch said human. It’s a beautiful display of trust and intimacy, if a tad bit possessive. Once a human is bitten, their senses are heightened and the effects that feeding normally has are amplified to the point of madness; generating an almost insatiable craving from both parties. I rambled off topic, haha, sorry to bore you with silly vampire things.

Your apologies went unheard, Aether’s mind going blank as you mentioned the last bits. 

You were claiming him, claiming him to be yours to own in every sense of the word and he was more than happy to oblige.

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Step 3–Entice them (bonus points if you play with fate a little)

–To be honest, I’ve always wanted to try Jean’s blood.

That was not the answer Aether was looking for. Yeah, Jean was thoughtful and sweet and–from certain, very specific angles–she was pretty. But Aether was all that too! He was so much more than the acting grandmaster, he could be so much more useful to you than her! She didn’t even have time for you; Aether was over here following your every whim and even “accidentally” cutting himself in front of you! He was practically giving himself over to you and you still wanted to try that damm anemo user’s blood! 

Oblivious to his inner turmoil, you continued.

–She just looks like she would taste delicious, like a good cup of coffee and maybe some French toast. Speaking of, your scent is also a very appetizing one Aether. I must admit, seeing you bleeding near me so often is intoxicating sometimes. Please take better care of yourself, especially with how much fighting you do. You might alert other vampires, and I just can’t have that happening. 

Aether didn’t know if he was going red with anger or happiness. So his attempts were working! Heck, you just claimed possession of him just a few sentences ago! Yet why were you rambling on about Venti’s sweet taste of dandelion wine and Jean’s comforting scent of a fresh cup of coffee? You were supposed to only be describing him in those words, only be thinking of his blood and how precious he is to you. You should only be allowed to ravage him and him only, claiming him as yours until he has no more left to give. 

Aether dared to ask questions and you dared to give answers, describing an arbitrary blood type as if describing your last meal on this earth. No matter how specific your tastes got, Aether was sure he could manage. After being around you so long, he knew the determining factors in blood taste. All he had to do was present a certain way and make you familiar with his taste.

A few days later, after sharing one last meal with some friends in Mondstadt, you failed to notice the drops of blood mixed in to the tea you were drinking at the restaurant. A week later, after traveling through a vampire infested area, you failed to notice how your arm was wrapped tightly around his waist and how your teeth were bared at any vampire eyeing Aether. A month later, you failed to notice the lack of gifts from a certain anemo archon and the dwindling food supply that you swore you had restocked. An indefinite amount of time later, you noticed how you were getting more and more hungry, and how Aether was getting more and more appetizing.

A few days later, Aether noticed how eagerly you drank that cup of tea and how you commented on the wonderful taste. A week later, Aether noticed how you closed around him like a predator and how your actions became possessive by the passing days. A month later, Aether noticed how you eyed him while making some remark about the lack of food. An indefinite amount of time later, Aether feigned ignorance at the fact that you were loosing grip on your humanity and that he was the only semblance of hope you had left.

Scaring that bard was worth it, the constant cuts on his skin were worth it, the way your grip bruised his skin when you got hungry was worth it, the way his dreams grew more and more realistic was worth it; everything was worth it for this day to finally come. Just one more “failed expedition” and he would finally be at your mercy.

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Step 4–Show off your blood in-front of them (bonus points if you do it while they're starving)

–A-Ah~ Help me, there’s so much b-blood and I c-can’t–ugh–fight like this…

Your mind wanted to say that it didn’t mean to sound like an invitation. Your mind wanted to yell at you to get out there and save a friend. Your mind was also lost in a haze of hunger and thinly veiled lust, so the screaming at the back of your head remained distant.

You quickly located his voice, running to where he was. Cuts and scratches littered his skin, red and hot as tears cascaded down his face. He looked so defenseless, bloodied up and lying like wounded prey. Those cuts on his neck were taunting you, perhaps some light licking wouldn’t be too bad…

You resisted the urge to slap yourself for that. Help him first, then you can talk about a possible feeding arrangement. You got closer to him, lifting him up and carrying him back to camp. With what materials there were, you bandaged up his wounds and made sure dispose of any blood that would taunt you. You gave yourself props for staying sane this kind despite the hunger hurried deep in your stomach.

Aether was so vulnerable, defenseless. If you were to drink from his blood, he surely wouldn’t notice given his weakened state. He would be powerless to stop you if you were to have your way with him. He was in a daze, staring up at you with hopeful yet glazed eyes as he thanked your for saving him. He managed to straighten himself up, neck dangerously close to your mouth. His wounds were still open, letting the smell of blood fill your senses.

Your mind was very hazy, thoughts stringing together as all rationale faded to the back of your mind. The overwhelming urge to devour took control of all your senses. Aether looked at you, feigning worry as your head pounded.

–Is there something-ngh-wrong? You don’t look to good.

His words were mushed together in your mind, his body dangerously close to yours. You just hope he would forgive you for what you’re about to do. 

–What are you—Ha-hah~

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Step 5–Enjoy the hungry vampire drinking from your neck

So fulfilling, so delicious, so submissive. His blood tasted sinful, a perfect mixture of sweet and savory that had you itching at your very core. He was handcrafted to fit you, his skin was crafted to be pierced by you. He was a gift from Celestia itself, and finally, he was in your reach.

His wanton moans filled your ears, sinful sounds that spurred you on to drink just a little more. He arched perfectly into you, giving you deeper access to his neck. You greedily took more than enough blood, hungrily sucking away at the crimson droplets that escaped his wounds. Unbeknownst to you, Aether was smiling maniacally in triumph. 

He finally got what he wanted! You skipped over all his other places, you were directly biting his neck! All he had to do know was get you to bite his thighs and he’d be officially claimed as yours. He could overlook the dizziness and blood loss for a while. Also damm, he was getting hornier by the minute. Vampire saliva was really something to experience holy shit.

You pulled away from his neck, instead claiming his lips. The drops of blood left on your lips intertwined with his own saliva, making for the perfect presentation of submission. You pulled away, watching as he stuck out his tongue to try and chase you back into the kiss. His eyes were glazed over and half lidded. He pleaded for you to kiss him again. Well, he did let you drink from him…a treat wouldn’t do him wrong.

You kissed him again, hungrier this time. Your tongues intertwined first, followed by a sloppy kiss and then another. Your teeth grazed over his tongue, cutting it slightly. You could feel the blood ooze out of the wound, as well as Aether’s whimpers at the slight pain. You dragged your own tongue over the wound, savoring the taste of his blood and saliva intertwining into one. 

–Fuck…Oh Aether, you’re heavenly~

You breathed it against his lips as your hunger kept winning your inner battle. Having your saliva directly in his mouth was intoxicating; the saliva coating his wound as the aphrodisiacs got injected into his bloodstream. Soon enough, he found his mind only thinking of you. His skin ached, the blood under it almost fighting to get out. He whined as you pulled away again, your hunger subsiding while his desperation grew. The aphrodisiacs from your saliva were flowing freely in his bloodstream, mind but a muddled mess of only you.

You perhaps forgot to mention the extend of how possessive vampires can be, especially around blood so good as Aether’s. Perhaps it was the hunger and how deprived you were, perhaps it was how delicious Aether looked, perhaps it was a combination of both. Whatever the case, you knew you couldn’t let him go wonder about; no, he had to belong to you.

Aether was pulled onto your lap, a deep bite decorating his neck while drool cascaded down his lips. His eyes were unfocused, glazed with what you assumed to be lust. He was searching for you again, leaning into you whenever he could. It was clear you had drank a lot, if the swaying of his body and the shiver of his limbs were any indication. He was high off of the sensations and clearly wasn’t thinking straight.

You gently pushed him off you and laid him down, examining his wound as you gently grazed your fingers over it. Your eyes scanned over his body for any more wounds you might’ve missed in your hungry state. After making sure there weren’t any infections, you tried persuading him to sleep and regain his energy. This way, he could hopefully loose that strong scent of his quicker so only you would be able to smell it.

There was only one problem, he was still affected by the aphrodisiacs. He kept blubbering nonsense about a plan and how he finally got you to drink his blood. Some other things about starving you slipped past his lips, as well as some moaned pleads and promises.

–Haah~ F-finally! Please, make me yours! A-Ah fuck! Own me~ I-I promise I’ll be the best meal you’ve ever had! Ngh~

His pants and moans were turning you on more than you’d like to admit. However, that wasn’t the important part. The important part was how Aether had confessed to wanting you and all the horrible things he did to get to this point. You should be mad, fuming even, but your hunger kept getting the better of you. What a sweet little thing, willing to do so much for you. You were sure you could repay the favor tenfold. You had made up your mind; from here on out, he was only allowed to think of you

–It’s all finally making sense…no wonder you always smell of lust. 

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Step 6–Get horny and desperate as you’re claimed by the vampire (good job you’ve done it)

Aether was sobbing from his place in your lap. This felt so much like that dream he had a while back, only this time you were so much hungrier. You were drinking from his neck, dead set on draining the blood out of him it seemed. He was long gone by the time you let go of his neck, the aphrodisiacs taking over his mind once more. Poor thing, dumbed down to sit pretty and take what you give him.

You dove back into his neck, hungrier than before as he slowly got dizzier and dizzier. As soon as you felt this, you pulled back, feigning worry as you fretted over him. You asked him if you had bit him too hard, if he needed rest, but he was too blissed out to say anything. You bit back a smirk, a thoughtful look in your eyes as you calmly proposed something to Aether.

–Oh you poor thing, you must be exhausted after all I took from you. Hmm, what about this; how would you like a reward for your obedience?

He sure was attentive enough to catch on to your words, head snapping to meet your eyes. There was expectation in his eyes, almost taunting you to take him. It was like you flipped a switch since that day, the feedings were getting more regular and he was always covered in bite marks. A reward, it would do him good. A few days rest or a 5 course meal would do him wonders.

After a minute or two of silence, he nodded his head, waiting for his reward. What he didn’t expect was for you to carry him off and disappear in the blink of an eye. He was suddenly in some dark room, located who knows where. He was gently placed down on a soft bed, giving him some time to look around. The windows were tinted and, by the looks of it, the place was really high up. There was no discernible landmarks that would indicate location.

Panic began setting in little by little, but it was soon driven away as you gently stricken his face and ordered him to lay down. He listened, back hitting the soft mattress lightly as you kneeled by the edge of the bed. Grabbing his thighs, you pulled him towards you, his ass slightly hanging off the bed. You unbuckled his pants and pulled them off him, tossing them so where in the room. Next, you took of his boxers and threw them somewhere as well.

You were left with the perfect view of his thighs, ass, and dick. Kissing your way up his legs, you stopped by the inner thighs and payed very close attention to them. A flurry of open mouthed kisses were left on his thighs, with just enough pressure that he could feel the edge of your fangs.

This was just like his dream, ten times better in fact! Now you would bite into his thighs and claim his properly as yours, all he had to do was wait a bit longer and- 

Aether let out a long whine when your lips left his thighs, kissing the tip of his dick before settling on kissing the rim of his ass. He inhaled sharply at that, peeking down at you and asking you what you were doing.

–Aw, are you so fucking out of it you can’t register your reward? I’m going to make you cum in my tongue as many times as you want to, dear. Aren’t I so kind?

Aether moaned loudly at that. He hadn’t even thought about sex until you brought it up, so he couldn’t let go of this opportunity. Caging your head with his legs, he eagerly pulled you closer to his ass, waiting for you to make the next move. 

Chuckling slightly, you kept kissing his rim. It escalated into open mouthed kisses until you were forcing your tongue into him. You felt Aether grab onto your hair, legs squeezing your head as he whined and moaned. You began moving around, making sure to feel his walls very well. It wasn’t long before Aether was a moaning mess, to dumbed out to focus on anything other than your tongue in him.

–Ah~ M-more, please more!

You couldn’t deny a voice so sinful. You began thrusting in and out of him, fangs occasionally scratching his ass while your tongue continued to carve its way into him. After a while, it touched a particularly sensitive spot that had Aether basically howling as he came, hard. Your movements slowed to a stop, slowly pulling out before kissing the rim and diving back in again. Not caring for the overstimulation, Aether continued to beg for more of your tongue in him, having organs after orgasm after orgasm until he had nothing left to give.

When the grip on you hair loosened and his thighs felt numb beside your head, you pulled out. He was a proper mess, tears and drool all over his face while cum coated his stomach and dick. You cleaned him up and tenderly caressed his face, watching in adoration as he leaned into your touch.

He was feeling very tired, his bones turning into mush as he closed his eyes and prepared to sleep…only to be jolted awake when he felt a sharp sting on his thighs. He looked down and, sure enough, you were biting down on his thighs. Your grip on is thighs as you licked and bit at them was deadly, not letting go until his legs were shaking. He could feel himself getting hard again, aroused at the idea that you were finally claiming him.

As if reading his mind, you laughed and licked down his thigh, getting closer to his dick and lightly blowing on it. Amused at the reaction he gave, you continued licking down both of his thighs and puffing air at his dick. You were nothing short of addicted to his taste, and you’d make sure all of Teyvat knew.

You looked back at your slut, tongue lolled out of his lips as he thanked you over and over again. How shameless, drooling over being claimed. In return, you sucked harder, making a beautiful arrangement of bites and hickeys all over his thighs. 

–Oh you dumb little thing, only being able to think of how good I pleasure you. I’m sure you would like getting drained by me all the time if you could. Would you like that; belonging to me until all of your blood runs out? Of course, I will never let it run out, you’ll be stuck with me for the rest of eternity. 

You emphasized your statement with a particularly harsh suck, watching as the boy in front of you moaned louder and louder until you were sure he would damage his voice. His senses were so much more alert than ever, every one of them being filled with you. Your insatiable hunger as you kissed up and down his thighs was driving him insane. He could surely get used to being treated like this, drained half to death only to be resuscitated and begin the process again.

With a final shout, he came as you detached from his thighs, his vision fading as splotches of black took over. The last thing he remembered before he passed out was a tender kiss to his forehead before feebly looking down at his thighs, covered in bites and bruises from you precious assault on them.

If this is how he would die, he could die a happy man.

[2w1ld3st-2dr3ams]

𝔸 𝔾𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕, 𝕓𝕪 𝕌𝕫𝕦𝕚 𝕋𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕟

!!Old Blog Repost!!

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Character(s): Uzui Tengen, Dom!Male!Reader, Special Guests: The wives (mentioned).

Cw: Dom!Reader, Sub!Character, overstimulation, marking, riding, ass eating, slight fingering, semi-public sex, possessive reader, collaring at the very end, forced jealousy (Tengen purposely gets you jealous cuz he’s a slut), strange fascination with Uzui’s tits (or pectorals), implied poly relationship with the wives.

Post type: One shot 

Word Count: 2.6k

Mumbles: This is purely wish fulfillment. Possessive reader is my best friend, I love. Man tits supremacy. Also also, I’m accepting anons for this blog, so if you want to have a designated anon name/symbol, send an ask!

Uzui Tengen was a proud man. He knew people admired him and would twist themselves backwards for a shred of his attention. He knew the effect his muscular physique had on people, how he enticed the masses and was the subject of more than a few wet dreams. He knew the power he held and how susceptible  people were to it. Hell, the man had three wives; he must have done something right if he could get three wives. What he hated, however, was how his charms would never work on you.

You were also a pillar, a new face that quickly rose up the ranks and became a powerful force to deal with. You were also quite the charmer if all the thank you letters you got were any hint. Still, you remained humble and helpful to the people. It wasn’t long before Tengen noticed you and, after some introductions were dealt with, decided that you would make a perfect addition to his relationship.

And so began the courtship. Gifts were delivered to your mansion almost frequently, roses were waiting for you on your spot during pillar meetings, and you even received the affections of three peculiar women. The wives were informed and readily agreed to your inclusion, even helping Tengen deliver the gifts sometimes and working to integrate you more into the slayer group.

Flattered as you were, you didn’t feel the need to announce that you were now dating the sound pillar. A very private and relaxed person, you were. Not to say Uzui didn’t like that, he would just prefer if you were a bit more possessive over him. He loves feeling claimed after all. So, what better way to kickstart the sexual relationship than to lightly flirt with people right in-front of you!

The first time he did this, you thought he was joking. Some girls came up to him and thanked him for saving their village from a demon attack and he responded by kissing the back of their hands and waving off the deed as a “slayer’s duty”. Very forward display of affection to total strangers, but he was known for being a flamboyant and extra person. You lightly chuckled at his antics and made a joke about telling his wives before laughing it off with him. Ok, so that failed.

The second time he did it, you were starting to suspect he wanted to add more people into the relationship. You two were in a sauna, taking the day off with him and his wives. The wives went to their designated sauna and you two went to yours. Upon entering the room, you could see a few of the men there eyeing Uzui’s body. Uzui wasn’t   blind to this either, flexing his muscles here and there. Some men were trying to ask him out even, but stopped once they saw the wedding rings on his finger. Most stopped their staring when they saw the murderous glare you shot their way. Uzui played dumb to this, relaxing into the sauna in an almost obscene way. You accommodated yourself beside him, making sure the men present knew that the man beside you was taken. You couldn’t deny the twisting feeling in your gut, ironic considering you were more than okay with Uzui’s polyamory; you were part of it for fucks sake. However, something about the way he was going about–to your understanding–pursuing other partners came off as disingenuous, like he wasn’t doing it for a romantic connection like with your or his wives. You rationalized his behavior in the end as him being a little drunk–you had gone drinking before this–and tried to enjoy the rest of your time at the sauna.

The third time he did it, you were properly over any excuse he could give. You were at a pillar meeting, and he was more touchy with his pillar friends than normal. You knew that if there was any actual interest, he would go about courtship in a very different way, so why were his hands all over the other slayers but barely ever on you? Every time you got near and tried to act as his dammed boyfriend, you got a half assed “babe!” and then were back to being ignored. The nerve the sound pillar had sometimes. Your patience running increasingly thin, you approached him and  dragged him by the arm once the pillars were dismissed. Your grip got tighter when he tried to pull away, ignoring his protests. You were calmer once you got home, though your patience with his antics was running low.

The next seven times he repeated his behavior, your senses were begging you to do something about it. You were up to the high heavens with his fuckery. Seriously, pushing you aside for some good-looking strangers? No way. You dragged him away from whatever pretty thing he had been flirting with, the only words that left your mouth were a very pointed “shut up” at his protest. You managed to bring him to a secluded corner, secluded enough at least. Anyone could walk by and see if you two were to do something, but maybe that was your intention.

–Uzui Tengen, want to tell me what’s been up with your behavior the past few months?

The tone you adapted was demanding, it sent chills down Tengen’s spine. The look in your eyes was the one you used when looking down at demons, an icy glare that conveyed disgust. You were treating him like he was the scum of the earth, a simple pest beneath your feet, yet he has never felt this type of excitement in your life. He came up with some lame excuse about trying new things, using his position as a pillar to rationalize most of his behavior.

–Really now? I didn’t know the pillars were such desperate whores when I got the position. But I’m afraid there’s been a mishap on your part. You see…

You leaned in close, cornering him against the nearby wall. Your arms were caging him, blocking off any escape routes. There was still his strength as a pillar sure, but was he really going to risk angering you even more? You kissed his lips roughly out of the blue, the jealousy you were feeling being carried by your tongue over to his. You scarcely pulled away, going right back in every time.

–You’re mine, darling…

You muttered the phrase against his lips, pulling away to suck a dark mark of his neck.

–And I don’t like to share~

With that, you positioned him to gain better access to his neck, leaving dark marks all over it. You did little to cover up his moans, even pinning his hands above his head so he wouldn’t cover his mouth. You continued your assault to his neck, drawing blood in some places and then licking the wounds. Once you were satisfied with your work–which took a while–Uzui was red faced and panting. You felt the bulge in his pants straining for attention, but you still hadn’t played with him enough. You all but ripped his shirt open, enough to expose his chest, and went down, leaving a trail of marks and bites as you descended. 

Cupping his chest with both hands, you made sure to circle each nipple with your tongue. You were looking directly at him, almost teasing him for his disobedience earlier. You gently bit at each nipple, also leaving a bite around the area. You squeezed his tits periodically, bullying sinful sounds out of his mouth. Your boyfriend always had the best boobs you knew, and it would be a waste not to worship them.

Licking and biting all over his chest, you moved one of your hands to play with his nipple while you teased the other one with your tongue. Hearing his sputtered moans and chocked sobs made the experience even better, a cruel plan forming in your mind. You stopped momentarily, pulling down Uzui’s pants down and putting a bit of pressure on his cock with your knee. He looked at you, desperate and panting, begging you to let him come. Who were you to deny him that pleasure?

Going back to his chest, you continued your teasing, pinching and rolling one nipple while sucking and licking at the other. You made sure to give both of them equal amounts of pleasure, bordering on painful. Your free hand squeezed his chest here and there, motivated by his moans of your name and the babbled warnings that he was cumming.

The dark stain in his underwear told you all you needed to know. Uzui was breathing heavily, basking in his post-orgasm glow when you slid a hand to cup his ass. He jumped at the contact, expecting to go home already. You gave him a teasing smile, changing position so you were on your knees with his legs over your shoulders. You were surprisingly sturdy considering you were shouldering such a muscular man as himself. Pulling down his underwear, you kissed up the length of his thighs, marking them and biting hard enough to draw blood. When you did, you licked over the blood in an almost apology before doing it all over again.

Eventually, when the flesh of his thighs was covered with dark hues of purple, red, and blue, you kissed the tip of his cock and went kissing down the length of it. Once you reached his balls, you sucked on each of them before returning to the tip, this time licking your way there. You felt his dick twitch, oversensitive from his previous orgasm. You smiled up at him, watching as his eyes widened in horror at your intentions

–Babe, p-please no I’m s-still sensi-ngh! W-wait, ah~ T-too m-much! F-fuck!

He whimpered that it was too much, yet his hips were eagerly bucking into your mouth. You exaggerated your moans, sending vibrations up his spine and, of course, straight to his dick. Additionally, your fingers worked to open him up, scissoring him slowly and curling inside him. He came much quicker this time, through choked sobs and a drawn out, broken moan. You swallowed around his cock, overstimulating him even more. Pulling away and cleaning your mouth, you examined his angelic face and chuckled.

When you put his legs back on the ground, he almost fell thanks to the overstimulation. You, however, felt he didn’t learn enough. So, you decided to test him. Grabbing a handful of his ass and squeezing hard, you turned him around to face you. He looked alarmed, almost begging you to stop, but his body arched into yours once you commanded him to come closer. Kissing him roughly on the lips for good measure and squeezing his ass again, you eyed him down and asked him a question.

–Tell me, slut, whose ass is this?

–Y-yours! A-all y-yours~

–That’s a good slut, my good slut. Mine. Mine to tease and play with right?

Uzui moaned at your words, feeling himself get hard just from the dirty talk. He managed to respond, though, nodding at your through teary eyes. Your growing smile frightened him, malice twirling in your eyes as lowered yourself to the floor. Once sat, you looked up at him expectantly, demanding something of him that he was scared to find out. After a while it dawned on him that you wanted him to ride you, cruel considering he could barely stand up on his own. Slowly, he managed to get down to the floor without falling and he crawled onto your lap. You took the opportunity to slide down the remained of his shirt off and kissing all. Of course, you also had to leave you mark on him as well. He unbuckled your pants and slid down your underwear, managing to slide your dick into his hole. 

Considering this whole thing was very impromptu, neither of you had brought any lube. The sting was painful, almost overriding the pleasure. You, the wonderful boyfriend you were, coaxed him through the pain with gentle kisses to his forehead and caresses to his check and thighs. After he adjusted, he gave you a peck on the lips to let you know he was ready. You took his hand in yours, kissing it, and leaning slightly back, supporting yourself with both hands.

–Cmon, my precious whore, give me a good show. Let the world know who owns you.

With that, he started moving. His movements were slow, his breath was shallow and his thighs were shaking. He tried his best to keep his moans in, but the pleasure was bordering on painful and his poor cock was standing at full attention. After a while, he started bouncing on your cock to the best of his ability. The feeling of having to fuck himself on your cock without lube was something he hadn’t experienced before, the the amount of pleasure he was receiving was mind numbing. Unfortunately, thanks to his sensitive state, he always fell short of enough. He couldn’t stimulate his prostate enough to cum, leaving him panting and begging as he edged himself further trying to get to completion.

Upon seeing the might sound pillar moaning on top you you like a whore, trying to reach even a sliver of pleasure, you couldn’t help but laugh. 

–Oh Uzui, look at how good you take me~ You were made for my cock, dear. 

The emphasis on the word “my” had him clawing at your chest, head falling against your shoulder as he begged for you to touch him. He got his response when he felt a grip on his thighs helping him bounce on your cock at a deeper angle. He held on to your forearms for support, panting against the skin of your neck while pushing himself faster on your cock.

With a high pitched cry, he came all over your chest and his stomach. You followed along after, cumming inside him while biting his neck one last time. Uzui all but collapsed on your chest, body extremely tired after being forced to orgasm so much. You helped him get off you, watching the cum drip down his thighs. Once you were semi-descent you decided to finally go home for the day. Uzui was not as composed as you. There was cum running down his thighs and his shirt had been torn to expose his bitten up chest and neck.

He also sported a dazed out look in his eyes as he reached for your arm. His legs would fail on him on the way home, so he used you for support. You tenderly kissed him on the forehead, you sweet actions contrasting with the way your arm was positioned around his waist, and helped him walk home. If anyone saw, that was their problem to deal with. You had to teach your slut a lesson now, you were just doing that. Pressing Tengen closer to you, you leaned close to his ear and praised him for a while. He was happy, if the way he shifted even closer to your body said anything.

–I have a surprise for you back home, dear. How would you feel about a collar hm? Let the whole word know who your body belongs to.

At that, he experimentally put his hands around his neck, mimicking a collar, and broke out into a smile. That smile and the look in his eyes that followed told you everything you needed to know. He had set this whole thing up. Annoyed as you were, you couldn’t help but laugh at his plan to get you so possessive over him. 

That collar would look so good on Tengen, but you could wait until you got home to tell him that.

[2w1ld3st-2dr3ams]

𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤?

!!Old Blog repost!!

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Kaedehara Kazuha, Dom!GN!Reader. Special Guests: Beidou, Crux crew

Cw: Dom!Reader, Sub!Character, feminization, reader has a cock (real or fake is up to you), there's exposition before Kazuha gets dicked down. Friends with benefits but with feelings, kind of. Use of: slut, cum dumpster, princess, doll, good girl. Fluff at the end

Post Type: One-shot (that went off the planned script and turned out to be longer than expected). 

Word Count: 3.7k

Mumbles: This was inspired by a one-off comment on a video I watched once, the video was good. First post on here, hope you enjoy the dream!

The life of an adventurer was a hectic one. You were never in one place for too long and you held very little company close to you. Not everybody could handle the adventurer lifestyle and many people already had established lives and connections that were tied to one place. This meant you often traveled alone, maybe with a few companions that were headed to one of the places you planned to explore next.

You were accustomed to the solitude that your lifestyle brought. It wasn't a depressing loneliness, you were content with your time alone and you treasured your little time with friends. However, you found your situation changing recently. No longer did you travel alone most of the time, now you had a companion; a wandering samurai you had met during one of your expeditions around Teyvat. Kaedehara Kazuha, he told you he was called.

Over time, his company became routine. You'd wake up, get yourself ready to go, and he'd be right beside you by the time your route was chosen and you were taking the first steps onward. It was an unusual change of pace, pleasant nonetheless. You found yourself enjoying his company, despite your apathetic welcome to it at first. Slowly, he managed to integrate himself into every aspect of your thoughts.

You forgot to draw the line, to clarify where exactly you expected your companionship to go. Maybe that's why the nature of your relationship was so fluid. One day, you two could be the best of friends and the next, you two could be looking at each other with nothing else but primal desire behind your eyes. This back-and-fourth, cat-and-mouse, will-they-won't-they game that you practiced also managed to become routine. There wasn't any pressure to label what you had just yet, you just let it evolve and grow as you both saw fit.

The current evolution of your relationship was that of good friends browsing various displays in Inazuma, Kazuha's native land. They were selling a variety of things; from food to decorations, clothing to spices, animals to flowers, everything one could think of. You were admiring a display with a beautiful arrangement of flowers, which the seller remarked were native to Inazuma and very sought after. You mentally counted how much mora you had left and decided to invest in said flowers, you were sure they'd look lovely tangled in Kazuha's hair.

There you went again, fantasizing about Kazuha. Maybe it was time to rethink the direction your relationship was going, you thought. Speaking of him, where did he go? While you were admiring the flowers, he disappeared into the sea of people that was making its way to various stalls. Paying for the flowers, you gathered your things and set out to look for him. You managed to struggle your way to the outskirts of the crowd, looking around for the figure of the samurai.

You found him with a bag in hand, a supposed item of clothing he had bought. He refused to tell you what it was, though. You brushed it off as something unimportant like a new undershirt or something terribly embarrassing. Leaving the festival and thinking back on it, you determined those possible options as unlikely. Surely, after all this time of traveling together, you were bound to be close enough to not feel embarrassed in front of the other. However, Kazuha was Kazuha, as mysterious as ever. You didn't feel the need to pry into whatever it is that he bought, it was such a trivial thing after all.

Although, you would be lying if you said it didn't intrigue you. What could be so bad that it had the Kaedehara Kazuha unwilling to show his closest companion? It was eating you alive by the second just thinking what embarrassing item he could have bought back in the festival. A shout of your name broke off your train of thought, signaling the start of your watch.

The incident was forgotten about a few weeks later. You continued about your life, constantly traveling from point A to point B. With the amount of enemies you ran into, your supplies were decreasing rapidly. You were also running out of mora to buy said supplies, raising alarm and halting your journey to your next destination. You were debating your best action plan when Kazuha caught up to you and, noticing your concentration and having prior knowledge of the situation, decided to speak up.

–If you're so plagued by your troubles, perhaps I could lend a hand? I have a friend, Beidou, who owns a ship. I'm certain she won't mind us two staying there for the time being while we gather supplies back in Liyue. You can help her out on the ship as a thank you.

Well, that sure sounded way better than raiding stray camps and foraging for chests. With your permission now acquired, both of you went to Liyue Harbour to meet up with this Beidou person. Just as Kazuha predicted, Captain Beidou was happy to lend a helping hand to–as she put it– "one of Kazuha's only friends". You found the comment amusing, while Kazuha made a face of faux disappointment at the Captain's antics.

The ship's crew were very welcoming to you, quickly making themselves close acquaintances of yours. You'd keep the Crux in mind if you ever desired a bit of company while you traveled around. After getting settled in one of the empty rooms the ship had, a small yet cozy space that was usually uninhabited, you joined Beidou and the rest of the crew on their walk to the main parts of Liyue. You accepted any commissions you could find there, any odd jobs that offered to pay you kindly were okay in your book. Your strong build and polished combat abilities meant you could do challenging tasks that would surely pay handsomely when completed.

Kazuha knew this too. With your popularity, you'd surely be busy for a while and oh so tired and stressed from all the commissions you'd have to do; maybe a bit drunk as well, it was almost tradition in the Crux to ease of the stresses of travel with some liquor. The stress and the liquor, surely they would cause less restrictions in your behavior, right? It was the perfect situation to execute his wish.

Checking he was truly alone, he started taking off his multiple layers until he was left only in his boxers. He reached for the hidden compartment in one of the room's walls and took out a bag, the one containing the clothing piece he bought way back in Inazuma. He opened the bag, too exited thinking about all the ways you could ravage his body to behave in his usual calm mannerism. Making sure not to damage the actual items (though he wouldn't mind seeing them rip and tear if you were the cause), he pulled out a pair of thigh-high socks. They were tight, enough to make a nice bit of pudge at the top but not too much as to cut off circulation or be uncomfortable. Looking into the bag once more, he pulled out a short skirt that came with the thigh-highs. The skirt was just short enough to tease the outline of his ass and long enough to be able to pull down if he wanted to cover up anything.

Matching the skirt and socks was a crop top. In regular conditions, the shirt could be passed off as decent, if a tad bit too short to wear comfortably. However, the delicate fabric that was used to make the shirt was also see-through, meaning his stimulated nipples were at full display. The last item he pulled out of the bag before tossing it away to some forgotten corner was a collar. The collar was there purely for wish fulfillment, but it did accompany the rest of the outfit very nicely. On the center, there was a hoop that dangled slightly off the collar; it was big enough to hook a finger through, maybe to pull someone closer or command them like a pet. The phrase "play with me" was also engraved throughout the collar, making a full loop around it. Kazuha hooked his finger through the hoop and tugged at it hesitantly.

His tug was weak, full of uncertainty, but oh did the tight feeling on his neck arouse him more than it should. If he felt this exited with his try, how would he feel when you tug harshly at the collar, possibly choking him in the process. He was practically salivating at the thought, but he must keep himself contained until the big event. Adding some finishing touches, he loosened his ponytail and fixed his hair to perfectly frame his face. After mentally looking over his appearance and checking how he looked in an available mirror, he finally made his way over to your bed. He sat down on it, legs tucked underneath him so he was sitting on his knees. Last but not least, he made sure to prepare himself to ask you for this favour.

He valued your friendship and company, he wasn't going to throw it away for one night of pleasure.  Though, he saw the way you looked at him when you thought he wasn't looking. Your stare was almost primal, a hunger cemented deep in your eyes as you stared him down like predator would prey. The feeling was intoxicating for Kazuha, and he craved every ounce of it he could get. If you were going to see him as prey, he thought, why not present himself as delicious as he possibly could. You'd come back to a full course meal, such an appetizing view that was inviting you to ravage him.

Calming his fantasies as much as he could, he (not so) patiently waited for your arrival. Of course, he informed Beidou about some part of his plan. He wasn't going to tell her about his sexual fantasies involving you of course, but he did allude to a special night that needed preparation. All he asked her was to keep you busy and then leave the ship alone for a few hours. Beidou caught on and, after she got done laughing and teasing Kazuha, she agreed to send you back early after you had gathered enough mora and supplies for the day. 

It wasn't long before he heard footsteps against the wooden floor of the ship. He straightened himself up more, in the hopes that it was you. He heard a heavy sigh and some tired mumbling outside the door before it was pushed open. You walked in the room, dropping your bag on the ground and going to take of your clothes before you even noticed Kazuha. Your trance like state was broken by Kazuha's voice, which sounded even sweeter than usual to your tired brain.

–Oh, you're back earlier than expected. Did trouble arise during your tasks? You look like you could use a distraction dear, are you alright?

Huh, that's weird. Kazuha had never called you "dear" before. Turning your head towards him, you took a few seconds to register the sight in front of you. There he was, dressed in such revealing clothing that hugged and highlighted his frame perfectly. What caught your attention though, was the thigh-high socks that were squishing his thighs. After almost a minute of silence from both of you, Kazuha internally rethinking his decisions, you went ahead and spoke without thinking.

–Are those, thigh-highs? 

Kazuha visibly eased up and chuckled.

–That's the only thing you notice about my attire? I thought you'd be more surprised about witnessing me in this…

What little rationale was left in you was pleading you to ask Kazuha about all of this, what the scene you had walked into meant. Surely, he must've been waiting for someone if he was dressed like that and in full display. Pushing down the wish that he had dressed like this for you, you did the next best thing you could think off and ask him the context of the situation.

–Oh, you don't recognize a gift when you see one? You were very stressed because of the lack of resources we had and I just couldn't let that continue. That's why I'm offering myself to you, let your stress out on me. That is, if you'd like to. If you feel you're not in the desired headspace for a commitment as serious as the one I am implying, then I can gladly get dressed and let you get some rest.

You had to breathe in deeply to calm your arousal. Was he always this forward? He was all dolled up, offering himself to you to help you de-stress and take your mind off your troubles. You'd be lying if you said the sight wasn't enticing, something right out of your dirty fantasies. You got closer to him, your arms caging him against your body and the bed. Leaning forward, lips ghosting against each other, you asked for permission one last time.

You got confirmation in the form of a kiss. Kazuha snaked his arms around your head while he pushed your body against him, smashing his lips against yours in a sloppy and exited manner. You kissed back just as eagerly, pushing him slightly and grabbing his thighs in an iron grip. You made sure to swallow the moans and gasps he was letting out, using the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth and explore to your dick's desire.

Fully climbing onto the bed yourself, you pulled Kazuha closer to you in a way where his ass was now against your crotch. Oh by the power of the Archons, you were bigger than he expected. He gasped loudly at the feeling of your hands groping his ass, squeezing the flesh and surely leaving marks. It wasn't long before he got impatient and grinded down on your bulge. He was panting like a bitch in heat, the sight making your pants feel tighter than they should.

–Already this worked up, princess? Are you that desperate for me? 

Your teasing only made him grind harder and pant even more desperately than before. He pleaded for you to call him that again, refer to him as your princess.

–Y-yes! I've waited for this for so long, y-you have no–ah~ idea of how much I've wanted you!

You cursed as his words went straight to your dick. Not satisfied with merely kissing, you began marking and biting his neck. It felt good to unleash desires you've had for so long, finally marking and claiming Kazuha as yours. Your hands traveled everywhere on his body; tugging at his hair, squeezing his ass, playing with his nippled through his shirt, before settling on his thighs once more and positioning them on top of your shoulders. 

You bit at top of his thighs first, the are that was pudging from the squeeze of the socks. You made sure to have your fun, kissing and licking at any available space you could find. You had the perfect view of his fucked up state; a barely noticeable bulge on his boxers, hair messy and all over the pillow, eyes rolled back into his skull, tongue lolled out of his mouth, drool dripping down his chin, body covered in bruises, marks, and bites. You could've finished just from the sight.

–Look at you, all dressed up and pretty for me, princess. Dressing like such a slut just for me, huh? Tell me, did you always dream of me ruining you, doll, using you as my personal cum dumpster?

You pulled him by the hoop on his collar, making his back arch off the bed slightly. He rapidly nodded, saying how he would be honored to be used by you. Anything, as long as it was with you. Your self control broke in that moment. Gripping his skirt, you raised it up to expose his boxers; which had a stain of pre-cum on them. Pulling them off harshly, you began circling the rim of his hole with one of your fingers. While doing this, you also played with his nipples. You twisted and nipped at them while he still had the shirt on, the combination of the fabric and your movements made him delirious.

This was even better than his fantasies! Every one of his senses was filled with you, he was addicted to this feeling. He nearly screamed when he felt you push one of your fingers into his hole, clenching down unconsciously while he tried to stabilize himself. Slowly thrusting your finger in and out of him, you scanned his face for his reactions. You wanted to make sure you weren't making him uncomfortable. He was utterly lost in bliss, a dumb smile on his face as his pupils resembled hearts. The stretch of the second finger felt good, your fingers now doing a scissoring motion to spread him open. 

–Ah~ f-fuck! Please, oh p-please just fuck me already! Ngh~ I-I need your cock in me, I need you!

He was going to be the death of you one of these days. Pulling your fingers out of him, you struggled with your pants for a bit before shrugging them off. You rushed to take your boxers off and where about to jerk off when a hand on top of yours stopped you.

–P-please, allow me…

Changing his position, Kazuha was now kneeling on the floor in between your legs. He took your dick in his hands and began stroking it. The sight of your dick in front of him, growing hard and leaking pre-cum, was mesmerizing to him. What if…

He licked the tip, savoring the taste of pre-cum that infected his tongue. Your throaty moan urged him to continue, taking half of your length into his mouth and sucking hard. He bobbed his head up and down slowly, taking more of you down his throat until all of it disappeared into the wetness of his mouth. The moans and slight gagging sounds that came from Kazuha's mouth made the ever-growing knot in your abdomen break, cum filling up his mouth as your thrust into it.

The sensation of your cum shooting down his throat sent him over the edge as well, cumming all over the floor beneath him. Taking your dick out of his mouth, he opened wide to show you. The inside of his mouth was painted with your cum, some of it was dribbling down his lips and chin. Before any more could get out, he closed his mouth and swallowed, making sure to catch any stray drops with his tongue.

He climbed onto your lap, making out with you while rubbing his ass onto your dick. You held him close, gripping his hips tightly and pulling him closer. A particularly whiny moan of your name was enough reason to position him on all fours, chest pressed against the bed and ass on full display. The way you man-handeled Kazuha so easily made him shiver in anticipation

–Alright princess, since you've been such a good girl, how about receiving a reward? How about cumming on my cock, does that sound good?

Kazuha's ass pressing up against your dick was answer enough, if the please and sobs weren't a clear yes already. Grabbing his thighs as leverage, admiring how they looked adorned with the thigh-highs, you slowly inserted your dick into his hole. Kazuha let out a quiet scream, mouth agape as his body trembled beneath you. His skirt, splattered with drops of cum here and there, was pulled over his ass so you could get a good view of your work. Your cock was disappearing into his ass inch by inch, forcing moans and cries out of the samurai's mouth. After giving him a while to adjust to your size, you began trusting in and out of him slowly.

The feeling of him clamping down so tight around you, squeeing you for all you had, was intoxicating. As your desperation grew, so did your pace. You started going faster and rougher, hellbent on breaking your pretty little doll and finishing. You lowered your head to bite at his neck, forming new hickeys and love bites while you continued your rough pace. After some adjusting, you hit a spot that made him scream out in pleasure. His back arched and he begged you to keep going, just like that. Who were you to deny your obedient princess?

Focusing on his prostate, you continued your thrusts, this time kissing down his back and licking up his spine. You could feel the full body shudder he did at this action. Feeling your orgasm approach, you reached around him and started jerking him off to the rhythm of your hips. The combined stimulation broke Kazuha down to a drooling, sobbing, moaning mess.

–I'm s-so~oh Archons I'm so close! 

–Let's cum t-together then, princess

With a few more thrusts, you came inside Kazuha, the sensation of being filled pushing him over the edge. You pulled out and carefully laid him down properly, taking a moment to admire his state. His hair was a mess, the outfit he had so carefully chosen for you was torn and stained with cum, his pale skin was covered in bruises and hickeys, his thighs were shaking, his breathing was labored, and his hole was leaking with your cum. 

Smiling sweetly down at him, you took a rag from your bag and, after running it through water, and cleaned him up the best you could. After cleaning yourself up, you grabbed some comfortable clothing for the both of you.

–That was…wow. Thank you for that.

Chuckling a bit at his uncharacteristic way of speech, you pulled him close and kissed over the marks you left. After you were done, you sighed into his neck and mumbled a barely audible "I love you" before falling asleep.

Kazuha blushed at your statement. You two would have to discuss the nature of your relationship in the morning. For the time being, he would have to thank Beidou for sending you back early (though he would also have to clean the room or she'd kill him). He could worry about that later, for now, your warmth was drawing him in and convincing him to sleep next to you for a while. Snuggling close to your chest, feeling your heartbeat, Kazuha smiled to himself before he dozed off wrapped in your arms.