#☁️muse–>(shikanoin heizou)

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𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕

!!Old Blog Repost!!

Fandom: Genshin Impact 

Characters: Shikanoin Heizou, Dom!GN!Reader

Cw: Sub!Character, Dom!reader, reader has a cock (real or fake is up to you), masturbation, fingering, breeding, cream pie (kind of not really), anal penetration, brief talks of a first time, soft sex all things considered, the actual sex is kind of short I'm sorry

Post Type: Scenarios (it’s more like a story but scenarios nonetheless)

Word Count: 3.5k

Mumbles: Hoyoverse knew what they were doing with that birthday art, blame them for this fic. TLDR: Heizou gets used like a cumdump and likes it. My demisexual ass showed itself with this one a bit, I am a sucker for the soft feelings of sex even though most of my work is absolutely ruining these characters.

Detective Shikanoin Heizou discovered how much his sexual desires were getting to him

Heavy panting was heard throughout his office, reminiscent of a long day of running around and solving crime. At least, that’s what it would normally mean. Today, however, the panting was a signal of something more primal; a habit that both exited and humiliated the detective.

He couldn’t pinpoint when exactly he had started mixing his private and professional life, taking the pleasure of masturbating in his office from time to time and letting his mind wander when he’s supposed to be on a case. For all of his achievements as a renounced detective, methodology and criminology weren’t things he could fall back on when more personal matters were at hand. He could solve any case like a puzzle, all the puzzle pieces would fall perfectly to his feet as he uncovered the picture the puzzle told. When the puzzle has no pieces however, things start to get complicated.

It didn’t bother Heizou. If he didn’t know how to adapt to each case, he wouldn’t be where he is now. Without a lead to start with and his pride as a detective on the line, Shikanoin Heizou swore to himself he would solve his greatest case yet. 

A few weeks later, he was more exasperated than he had ever been on an actual case. He could uncover murder cases like children’s puzzles, work his way through kidnappings as one would a paper maze, deduce political scandals like a game of charades, yet he couldn’t figure out what the primary cause for his divergent behaviors were. There had to be something that he was missing, but what could have gotten past him? For a moment, he thought up great conspiracies about an undercover enemy trying to distract the Commission. Though unreasonable, for he surely would’ve noticed if anyone in the Commission was acting suspicious, he didn’t discard the option quite yet. Detective work isn’t known for giving the most direct path and anyone with enough courage or stupidity to mess with the detective himself would’ve surely put in more thought.

Theories of similar veins to this one floated around his head for weeks. One afternoon, however, after staring out of the windows of his home out of boredom, he took notice–for the first time–a pair of lovers, quietly giggling at each other as one dragged the other to the door of a motel. Their intentions were clear, the unrestrained excitement in their movements and the look in their eyes told Heizou all he needed to know. He tried to shut them out, to ignore the blatantly sinful noises that would be plaguing his sleep for the night, yet one particular thought stopped him. What would it feel like to spend a night like that with someone, full of lust and passion and maybe even a little risk. 

Even if it was his job to stick his nose in people’s business, he wouldn’t consider it something invasive or malicious; yet he couldn’t deny the strange feeling of guilt that came over him as he felt his pants tightens to an uncomfortable degree. That poor couple was probably not expecting that a detective would be masturbating to an imagined version of their night of passion. 

He was sure he just gambled his spot in Celestia, what with his sinful moans and uncoordinated thrusts to the mental image of a couple having sex; which served as an outlet for his own pent up feelings. After his fantasies became hazier, the feeling of his cum running down his dick interrupting any further semblance of plot, he collapsed on his bed. He entered autopilot then, cleaning himself up while his mind was uncharacteristically blank. When he finally entered post-nut clarity, his analytic mind came back to him at full speed.

Perhaps he had found the culprit to his case now, perhaps it was also time for him to pay you a visit.

Detective Shikanoin Heizou discovers yearning, in more ways than one

A few months had passed since he acknowledged that he might’ve been more pent up than he though. In those months, much had happened that gave him a tougher case to crack. He had no shame in admitting he had experimented with different sexual scenarios before, but if you were to ask him now, the answer might be a little different.

He happened to be passing your house one day, the sudden urge to visit an old friend was overwhelming him. You two had known each other for a while and you even lent a hand on his cases when he requested. Heizou enjoyed the time he spent with you and you did as well, though work had been occupying both of your time lately. His desire to see you was platonic, he tricked himself into thinking. The kisses you two shared between dark alleyways were totally platonic, the “practice” make-out sessions you had every now and then were just what buddies did, the wet dreams that were mutually shared, and of course the fact that he had sucked your dick and you had ate him out were also well in the realm of companionship. You were also quite knowledgeable when it came to sex, so perhaps he could carry a deeper layer of investigation with your company. 

Shuffling his feet towards your door, hunching himself over slightly so his features were hid, he knocked on your door. When a steady round of silence greeted him, the detective berated himself for even considering this route. What would people think of him now; the mighty Tenryou Commision detective halted in his tracks by his own scandalous thoughts. Asking for you to help him figure this out, archons he was basically pleading you to fuck him wasn’t he? What a waste of time, all of it.

Walking away from your door as nonchalantly as he could, he found himself letting his mind shut off like that night, instinct, perhaps, leading him around Inazuma for a while. When his self appointed break came to an end, he found himself face to face with that same motel door. If he tried hard enough, he could materialize the lovers scurrying into the motel once again, slightly intoxicated this time perhaps, but with the same goal in mind. The imagined pair would then hurriedly climb the stairs to their area, giggling at the other for almost falling, before unlocking the door and eagerly entering inside. Heizou had the decency to let the imaginary lovers act out their desires away from prying, yet curious, eyes. All that was left as a sign of their prescience were the made up noises of what they would sound like partaking in such an activity.

His next destination was guided by desire. Letting the now blurred image of the lovers continue their activities in peace, he took the familiar detour to his house. Accompanying him, taking his hand and slightly pulling him forward, was an imagined version of you; eager eyed and lustful, as your other arm pulled him towards your chest and your lips kissed the top of his head. You were tender, felt warm and conveyed sparks of attraction despite being a fragment of a delusional brain. The ghost of your touch traveled down his back before reaching his ass and he swore to the high heavens that he could feel your hands squeeze. 

You almost tripped when you finally got to the abode, pulling Heizou inside with thinly veiled enthusiasm. Fantasy you moved quickly, skipping any make out sessions appropriate for the situation and skipping straight ahead to the sex. Heizou gracefully crashed onto the bed, imaginary hands pulling down his pants and underwear quickly, working in tune with his rushing thoughts. Your figure was over him, teetering on kissing him or admiring him even though you were but a wisp of desire he had conjured up. 

Your touch traveled up his legs before wrapping securely around his dick. Your image began to flicker, the settlement of reality preventing you from continuing to experience with him. It didn’t stop him from moaning your name softly every now and then. His hand, which had previously been yours, mimicked your intentions, pumping his dick at a fast pace. As his moans got louder and your image flickered above him, he came with a desperate cry that sounded foreign in his mouth.

His sense of clarity took a while to come back. In the minutes he had to spare, he looked at the puddle of cum he had made and experimentally took some on his fingers. His perception morphed, his hand and cum being replaced by yours. Everything stilled at this point, with the detective determined to do something as he felt the growing tension of arousal deep in his abdomen again. His hand left his field of view, with it left the image of your hand, and cum covered fingers began circling his hole. His fantasies responded well to that, so the experimentation advanced. Coating your fingers in even more cum, you pushed one into him, making sure to stuff your cum as deep as possible. At the noice you received, you pushed another one in and started slowly thrusting in and out of him.

Anyone outside might’ve mistaken Heizou for a whore, his moans sounding oh so foreign in his mouth but feeling oh so right in the moment. The feeling of cum staining his insides and the idea of getting fingered and spread open made him harder than he had ever been in his life. Your hand shifted slightly, barely grazing a spot deep in him that had him orgasming in seconds. With that, his rational mind returned to him. The detective was left with two crucial pieces of evidence that night, after finishing cleaning himself up.

1) He liked the feeling of being fingered and full of cum and 2) he yearned for your touch on his skin recreating his fantasies.

Detective Shikanoin Heizou discovers your troubles and lends a hand

–A little birdy told me you stopped by my house yesterday, what was that about, detective?

Heizou didn’t expect to hear your voice when he acknowledged the knocks on his office door. You leaned against the doorframe, a curious look in your eyes as you folded your arms over your chest. Informal for a detective office, but he couldn’t judge much. Especially now, when the way you looked at him radiated such warmth and fondness. His shoulders relaxed, a habit of all the people working under the Tenryou Comission, and he allowed himself to chuckle slightly at your remark.

–Just wanted to visit an old friend, Yknow? We haven’t exactly seen each other as frequently as we used to.

Before working as a detective for the commission, Heizou used to hang out with you a lot. You two would explore the high and lows of Inazuma with a practiced sneakiness that you left no trace of your presence. Before the detective fame (or infamy according to some), you two were joined at the hip; a never ending cacophony of laughter that rang through Inazuma in fragments. 

Heizou remembered how you looked at him then, how your eyes were a puzzle he could never solve.  They looked at the world in scorn and resentment, the reason unknown to him, yet looked at him with a tenderness undiscovered by most. Heizou remembered how your hands, which held your weapon in a fierce grip as you sliced through herds of enemies, slid down his body in a way that barely left a mark. Heizou remembered how you always marched ahead, waiting foreign to the unstoppable force of you; until your first night together came. Those eyes, looking at him as the reincarnation of Celestia itself; those hands, afraid to hurt him yet reassuring him that you were there; that unstoppable force, waiting for him in reassuring silence as you had come to a halt for the first time in your life.

You waited for him, as you hovered on top of him naked and vulnerable, and he felt that foreign feeling of being wanted curl up deep in his heart before giving way to something more. He vaguely remembers pulling you down for a kiss before wrapping his legs around your waist. The memory vanished once he remembered his current situation.

You agreed with his remark, you hadn’t seen each other as frequently as you did back then. Luckily for him, you were there to change that. Intrigued, Heizou motioned for you to take a seat as he stacked the pile of documents on his desk. You explained, in your tauntingly vague way, that you had been needing some company lately and finally got around to paying an old friend a visit. So, you had taken the liberty of renting a nice hotel room and asking him out during one of his break days. Heizou was flattered and, after discussing the fine details, bid you a sweet goodbye with a slight blush on his cheeks. 

You were, once away, waiting for him and matching his pace. This time, he’d make you wait a little less.

Detective Shikanoin Heizou discovers fingering and breeding

The day of his break finally came and Heizou could not be more exited. He woke up early that day, making sure he looked his best when he met you. It was the first private hangout he had experienced with you in months and he could feel the familiar tingles of ecstasy travel up his spine. When the sound of your knuckles against the door broke him from his day dream, he hurriedly stashed the few items he was bringing into his pockets before going over his appearance one final time. After making sure not a single piece of hair was out of place, he opened the door so you could guide him to the hotel.

The way you two looked walking down the street reminded him of the lovers he kept going back to the last couple months. Hand in hand, faces painted with delight as one guided the other to a determined location. If he listened closely, he could hear the music entering a subtle crescendo as you pulled him forward to match your pace; the mixture of a soft piano mixed with the wind carried over to his ears as you squeezed his hand just a tad bit tighter. 

The events of the day went by swiftly. Heizou could barely remember the last time he laughed as hard as he did that day. No longer was he the detective of the Tenryou Commission, now he was your friend and trusted companion. You two ended the day just like it had started, mirroring the lovers that never seemed to soften their hold on the detective. Just like them, you two were making your way to the rented room, giggles escaping your lips as your eyes crinkled slightly around the edges.

The shut door gave way to a kiss, and then another, and then another. Heizou was pinned against the door, arms circled around your neck while you two shared an array of kisses. Accidentally stepping a bit too close, you found yourself putting a little too much pressure on Heizou’s crotch, coaxing a whine out of his throat. He bucked his hips to meet your touch, mouth opening as he panted because of the pleasure.

You let him be, going down to his neck in favour of kissing and licking all over it. His moans grew louder and needier, so you pulled him away from the door and onto the awaiting bed. Your new position reminded him of that night, the first night you shared together. You on top of him, waiting for him to feel ready. This time, he didn't keep you waiting long. Quickly pulling you down, he began kissing you feverishly. It wasn't long before you two engaged in a full on make out session.

His hands took the liberty of snaking under your shirt, sliding up and down your chest. You sighed softly into his mouth, aiding him in taking you shirt of before gripping his by the hem. Looking into his eyes, you searched for any signs of uncomfortableness before quickly lifting up his shirt. You gave him a quick peck on the lips before traveling down his face and chest. You nipped softly at some of the exposed skin, your hands traveling down to his ass. You squeezed it a bit, emphasizing your actions with a particularly long lick to his chest.

He pulled away from you, impatience getting to him as he pulled his pants and his underwear down. He redirected your hands to his ass, giving you a pointed look which screamed excitement. You weren't faring much better yourself, only moments away from breaking what little self control you had left. You began circling your finger around his rim, asking him softly if it was okay for you to put it in.

Heizou hadn't thought this things would be happening to him, but the idea that you could fulfill one of his fantasies today aroused him even more. He nodded, moaning in excitement when your finger entered. It felt so different from his fingers, but it felt so good. He moaned louder at the feeling of another finger going in. It stung a little, but you were careful, so tender and loving with him. Stilling your movements, you waited until he was comfortable, which didn't take long. He started grinding his ass down on your fingers, moaning like a depraved whore at the feeling of them reaching that one bundle of nerves he discovered that day.

He was begging you to move them by now, which you did, and it caught him by surprise. You thrusted your fingers into him, making sure to hit his prostate every time. He came quickly after that, moaning in ecstasy as you helped him through his orgasm. Still relying on his hormones, the reached for your pants, pawing at them in an attempt to take them off. You got his message, taking your pants and underwear off.

Time stilled in that moment, reminding him of the countless times he has had this fantasy. You two, together like this, sharing the most intimate parts of yourselves. It made him vulnerable, and he decided he didn't hate it. Looking up at you, with so much love in his eyes, he pulled you down to him. He kissed your lips again, messier and sloppier this time, as his hands guided you to his rim. You were so tantalizingly close to pushing in, the feeling overwhelming him greatly. Perhaps his logical mind had left him for good, for in the next moments he went on to open up more than he was ready to admit.

-I-I've been thinking about you more frequently recently a-and I finally figured out why and I must admit, all I can think about is you marking me as yours once and for all. You promised me all those years back we'd be together forever, so please, won't you allow me to be yours?

Those words pushed you over the edge. Grabbing his hips, you thrusted into him fully. He had to bite his hand to keep from screaming. You let out moans and grunts here and there, focusing solely on the boy under you and how hot he looked moaning out your name. Cries of "y-yes! more~" and "d-don't fucking stop!" filled your ears as your thrusts became sloppier and more desperate. Finally, after Heizou let out a particularly needy string of whines, you came inside of him.

You were surprised to hear the whorish moans that escaped him at the feeling of your cum filling him up. He immediately caged you wit his legs, grinding his ass down on your overstimulated self as he cried and begged for another load. Confused but still undeniably horny, you fucked him senseless again until you both came; you from fucking into him and him from being filled with your cum.

When the third time came around, the pleasure was bordering on painful. Heizou was crying freely, tears pouring from his eyes as he weakly tried to get more stimulation. All that came out of his mouth were please for more of your cum, please to fill him up nice and good, to ruin him for anyone that might come after you. You understood the situation soon enough and, with the deepest thrust your hips could manage, you alerted him that the night was far from over.

-Don't worry, Zou. I'll breed you until the only thing on your mind is the way my cum feels inside of you~

That sentence shaped his pupils into hearts as he all but begged you to do so. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and loud moans and grunts filled the room again, alerts of a long night ahead of both of you.

When you did pull out, tired from filling him up more than 5 times, all Heizou could think about was your wording earlier. Breeding, so that's what it was called.

Maybe the detective would have to conduct an investigation into it in the near future.