#Genshin impact smut

[pomegranate-theater]

ᥫ᭡ 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 — based on ⌞HSR version⌝

tartaglia, diluc, ayato, morax, pantalone.

contents: female reader, mentions of violence, switching, rough and soft sex, consensual somnophilia, oral fem receiving, breeding kink, size kink, classic double-wielding Morax, goddess reader in Morax’s and she suffers from the heat, belly bulge, mentions of getting injured during sex, free use-reversed, semi public for Pantalone’s and Morax’s, established relationship. not suitable for minors.

TARTAGLIA—fighting for dominance

Despite what someone might think, Tartaglia wasn’t all about dominance and control — at least not 24/7. While the bloody past and present will always follow him, and be an ironed and branded part of his life, the man liked to make himself to be just a regular guy — when Fatui wasn’t sending him out of Snezhnaya for missions, or when he didn’t have to beat up someone cocky over an unpaid debt.

Which didn’t mean he’d let go of his defenses easily. No, he needed to put in his place, so he could feel as if he earned and deserved the rest — besides chasing the obvious thrill your little wrestling could bring. You didn’t even need to be physically strong, as long as you were armored with different tactics to make him submit, a game you two have been incessantly recycling.

You were on a loosing side at the moment, pinned under your ginger-haired lover who was grinding against your naked crotch, his cock almost bending in half upon small thrusts. Tartaglia was a tough opponent, as the stimulation was driving you crazy; yet you could see the effect of his own actions — he was self-sabotaging himself.

“C-come on, great warrior, aren’t you going to fight back?” he taunted through the flush in his voice, it becoming raspy from stifled groans. His hands were gripping your wrists above your head with maintained confidence, but didn’t you know better.

“You are an idiot, Ajax,” you said cheekily, before you were grinding your pussy back at him like a mean woman.

The scales were tipped, you realized, when his pace faltered and he actually moaned, as you have returned the gesture much harder than his limits would allow him to handle.

Still prideful and prevailing, he clicked his tongue, not letting you win so easily. That distasteful guy pinched your clit, now handling your wrists with one hand for the sake of this; making you whine and him laugh in victory.

You had enough. When with another grind his cock was angled to rest in a more straight line, you suddenly pushed your hips forward and forced him to fill you up in a one, smooth manner. Ajax froze for a morsel of time, still as paralyzed by the sudden warmth and squeeze, before collapsing on top of you like a deflated balloon. You almost broke him with that very unexpected and new from a genius like you tactic; so much he couldn’t even thrust into you when impossible for an overheated by quick dive him, as if walking into a cold water with no prep.

You were lucky to be a champion as you finally could maneuver him onto his back to start using his cock, breaking your lover further.

“F-fuck…” he cursed with a shaky voice, and he punched the bed’s headrest when you started to ride him with a great appetite. With a body slack, he could only watch your bouncy tits and see his cock disappear inside your greedy hole; his precious girl rewarded additionally with a grind of his ginger pubs against her clit.

No need to worry, no need to replay brutal visions in his mind when he had you to take care of him — that is, if you weren’t perhaps level up higher in cruelty than his opponents were. Even so, the difference was in the fact that he wanted you to be cruel and that he chose you to be cruel with him; the control remaining in that truth itself.

“Dammit, I can’t, you’re too hot—” he mumbled, almost incoherent, and a “sweet” lover you were, you leaned down chest to chest to kiss him as sweetly; still fucking yourself on his cock from below. With his state, it was sloppy and messy, Tartaglia drooling over your mouth.

When you ended the kiss, you grabbed onto his hands to place them on your hips to keep him somewhat grounded, because you didn’t plan to be that merciful. They quickly mended their own weakness as you were roughing him up, too spontaneously to catch up, with deep and fast strikes. You felt him in your guts, it was hard for you to remain sane too; and yet you couldn’t stop — you needed to fuck out every last drop of fight from Ajax.

“You can’t just…!” he gasped, his legs already trembling. The paleness of his hands turned red from the extra strength on your hips.

“Why? Do you want me to stop?” you threatened, smiling provocatively. A mistake from your side, really, as the words snapped something inside the man.

“As if,” his voice beamed with unstoppable, reaching unsettling, determination.

Before you knew it, you were trapped underneath him on your belly, not given time to assimilate, as he set his own path of cruelty.

DILUC—hand holding

 As boring as it might sound, Diluc was extremely relieved about the fact you were fine with a more intimate treatment in bed triumphant over something much rougher. Of course, there were moments where he tended to lose himself in the feeling and almost in control, so scary to a man not used of being open and ridden of inhibitions; yet still, he saw anything else above just fast paced as a tool to hurt you — no matter how much you could claim you’re enjoying it. He’s hurt enough enemies, forced to fight bad men (especially Fatui), so being spared of transferring some of the battle elements into bed helped him sleep at night.

Diluc couldn’t pinpoint any more specific things he liked participating in during sex, other than learning how to please you and enjoying pleasing you — however, he’d grown to be a big fan of holding your hand. The best case scenario, when he begins to enter you, in the safety of your shared bedroom where no harm or Mondstadtian gossip could reach you.

Today was no different. He’s been smearing your pussy with your own wetness, stirring it with a tip of his cock he dragged along your slit. He was a coward, really, knowing how unstable he’ll be once he’s inside.

His hands gripped yours tightly, and you had to beg him to start, all delirious already. “Diluc, please… I can’t wait any longer!”

He cursed under his breath at your plea, knowing the effect it had on him but also of how he could never deny you of anything — you were spoiled being with him, as you should be.

“Yes… yes, I’ll give you what you want,” he uttered out with an eager promise, and slowly slid his hard cock inside of you.

You both grunted when he then filled you to the hilt and began peaceful thrusts, quickly having to find a hiding in the crook of your neck so you shouldn’t see his vulnerable and heated expression.

You, however, couldn’t have it. You needed to observe his face, to know he feels good too, furthermore to connect on another level of intimacy than just fucking a hole could bring. With your hands still beautifully wrapped in his, you gently prodded him upwards. “Please, don’t hide yourself from me, Diluc,” you muttered almost shyly, scared of startling him.

He, feebly, finally gave you this pleasure and kept his head above yours, looking into the eyes with his own ones’ trembling glitter. He was indeed blushing, yet you had absolutely no negative feeling about this other than love.

Both staring at each other as he slowly sped up, he had to stare an opinion burning in his mind, one he’d protect from any criticism, “You are so beautiful,” he moaned out, and in return, you wrapped his legs around his hips, forcing him to dive in deeper inside your pussy. Diluc gasped, and he had to lean down to kiss you with voracious hunger when that familiar squeeze coming with your pleasure arose.

The hands of you were soon brought to his chest, as he at last let himself loose in you. The change in a position was swift, with a use of his trained body, as he manhandled you on top of him. You had to press your palms steadily against him as he moved your body to be riding him. Your breath hitched when you sensed a new energy in your play.

“I’m sorry, darling…” he groaned, straight from his throat at the way you were even tighter in this position and could take more of his lengthy, “… but I have to see you. I know I shouldn’t be inappropriate like this, but—”

“No!” you protested at him trying to apologize, even more when you felt so damn good and wanted to please him mutually. “I want this. Please, have me any way you want,” you practically begged to have him rougher with you, too excited at the prospect of seeing Diluc with no inhibitions or restrictions, at his rawest version where you can see how he truly feels about you, and so you could see the man you love.

The words could be enough to kill the man as he almost cried out at your affirmation, and given no arguments to feed his guilt, his hands gripped the bridge between your ass and hips — before the exhilarating game of him bouncing you up and down, so deep and fast to accentuate his attraction for you with a scary ease, has started.

AYATO—somnophilia

The duty called, and it called, and it called both of you; but Ayato always tried to take more burden onto his shoulders, simultaneously wishing to maintain the balance between this and finding a time window for you to be included.

Of course, it was often wishful thinking, which didn’t mean there wasn’t a way for you two to swiftly deal with lack of shared moments… having an arrangement, where Ayato is free to have sex with you when you’re asleep — however, not as in “he’s using you way”, for him to take every moment he wishes. It was about you yearning for contact and connection, and if sometimes, he couldn’t be there for you when you’re awake, he’ll be there for you when he can but you’re already asleep.

As suspected, his actions weren’t entirely selfless, if oftentimes he returned to your shared chambers all pent up — still, he managed to be fair and make it even with you if you get what you want and his slow thrusts were capable of gently lulling you into a deeper phase of sleep.

There was an element of excitement too, the risk and tiny of adrenaline when he had to be quiet and controlled in his movement, as he mustn’t wake you up.

The vulnerability you were wrapped in, so content in your dreamland made you plenty of gorgeous to Ayato who was standing over your sleeping form; as he undressed. Yet he couldn’t deny the physical pull too, when what you were wearing was a skimpy, thin yukata placed on your body for an easy access — to make it worse, two halves slipping onto your sides and exposing your legs and breasts almost entirely.

Truly, he’ll have to figure out a way to gather a whole free day, just so he can travel you somewhere where you both can fuck and cuddle all day.

For now, your sleeping grace will do. Stripped to nothing so he cannot deny himself that skin to skin haven, Ayato carefully laid himself down, and moved between your legs. Despite the fact your pussy was looser during your sleep where your muscles relax, and your body had been trained to be wet during moon-struck hours, he was still a lover caring enough to prep you even then — as if you were awake, so he never dares to forget about your comfort.

With reverence, his hands fondled the soft inside of the thigh, slowly skimming towards the heat of pleasure; arising goosebumps on his way. His breath shuddered as he finally allowed himself to place his lips on the velvet of your folds, slurping on what’s been gathered during his absence. You twitched, albeit, he couldn’t be any shaken if he’s had enough time to learn when you’re truly waking up and are giving in to him.

With how wet you were, he easily assumed you’ve been thinking about this all day… perhaps had even touched yourself before falling asleep, him being your last memory. He loved you more just at the thought.

His tongue darted at the twitching hole, before slipping into the depths of your sweet hole, and he closed his eyes when feeling his own body relaxing… even if he had to hump his hardness against the futon to ease that frustration before he’s sure he played with you enough. No matter how erected, he will take care of you before himself — as it proves to be applied to every basis, everyday.

Hearing your wanton whimper, he didn’t delude himself about not having any restraint, beginning the mad smacks at your pussy. A selfish part of him hoped you’d allow yourself to have your rest disturbed, just so you two can do this awake.

MORAX—breeding kink

You being a goddess of harvest and fertility was bestowed upon your geo archon husband as a greatest of blessings, and you had accumulated many successful seasons for Liyue for centuries.

However, your nature had its own unique downside — a heat, as if you were a flower yourself. Every year when the spring came, your body turned into a begging machine, needing to be fucked and bred instantly. It wasn’t even about having a child as you couldn’t have one as a goddess, but only the cruel play of the Celestia giving you a trait like this to make you an embodiment of your abilities — no matter if useless, pesky, and yet… leading to interesting results and many shared pleasures with Morax.

Before meeting him, you strayed away from bedding any of male gods or deities, finding them incapable of feeding your insatiable desires — it was when you first saw him, just with one glance you knew he’d be a man to fulfill you well. Perhaps, too well.

You ended up in this position every year, only for it to be intense each time — just like now. The zeniths of your heat came and go randomly, so when you two were having a small tea outing in secluded bamboo forest, there was no way you could make it back to his domain. Morax, a dutiful husband, tended to you right here.

Your face planted into the grass, barely spared from the dirt with your robes thankfully riding up under it to cushion your cheek, as he mounted you — your hips were up in the air and supported by shaky limbs, as he tug your body back and forth onto not one, but two hard and thick cocks. You were so full, stretched beyond what a human body could handle if you were to be one, that the amount of cum your husband has inflated into you has been spilling into a wet pool under you every few seconds.

“Morax… ! So big… I need more… !” was really the only thing you could say repeatedly, not capable of forming any more coherent speech — no matter how improper for a goddess, and a wife of this land’s archon. A man capable of causing destruction in protection of his nation, now was causing a destruction only desirable by you.

Every pronunciation of his name, Morax rewarded you with harder thrusts enforcing additional space inside of your walls — that causing the ground to shake, literally. “I know, you are really inexorable thing before the spring… inconsolable, unrestrained… desperate. Which is why you’re blessed to have a husband like me…”

His hands grabbed you under your breast and forced you upright, so now he was fucking you off of his lap. A speed so inhumane, a human would have ended up with an extent damage already — none of them could ever be granted such great pleasures due to that reason, when only an immortal body like yours protected itself with unnatural agility and regeneration.

“Yes… yes… only you… only yours…” you exclaimed with a cock-drunk enthusiasm, throwing your head to be back at his shoulder. It tilted back, you could see a great satisfaction on his handsome face at your admission when he looked down at you — he was a possessive lover. Not much about ownership or objectification but protecting what’s his. The striking golden eyes, they feasted off of your unholy expressions.

“Yes, only mine, my wife that she is,” he mused, sounding happy, while also being fond of you — no matter how you screamed debauchery, there would be no greater sight than you, meticulously written for the words about the love between you two being preached for centuries. Morax will also make sure none of them are fraudulent.

His eyes, darkening, darted at the belly bulge created by his two cocks with their sizes, constantly becoming more and less apparent with his thrusts. Breeding you, it was an inherent interest for Morax and his nature, and he’s decided you could take some more of his seed.

PANTALONE—free use

Time was money, a golden rule Pantalone adhered to — outside of “equal exchange” principle. However, his lover stood close to what he considered as valuable, therefore so was his time with her. Time, spent in various of ways, yet with always a keypoint — sex. Pantalone liked sex, at least you have managed to make him like it, and he desired it constantly. But being busy and money never sleeping, you two had to figure out how to tackle a problem of not finding any space in a day to be intimate.

That’s why, he created a new rule in his life, in which you’re allowed to initiate sex with him any minute he’s busy with work, as long as he’s not out being busy in a field — if he’s occupied with some documents, you were free to slip into his lap and grab what you wanted.

The first proposal, you were feeling hesitant about the idea, taking it as using him or even being put in a situation where your affections are not being reciprocated as he’s busy doing something else. To which Pantalone simply responded, “It’s not actually using me if I’m enjoying this too.”

So here you were in one of the banks he oversaw again, nth time this week in his office. He greeted you with a small smile, already knowing the reason for your arrival just by your bodily appearance, before returning to work as if you weren’t here.

Standing behind his chair, you were kind enough to ease him into what you’re initiating, by the kiss of his nape and hand rubs his palliative to the stressed shoulders. Your husband shuddered, still choosing to continue working diligently. He’s mastered how to keep himself focused on his matters when you’re using him; which didn’t mean he was immune to his own desires — he truly wished he could just bend you over the desk.

The grip on his pen tightened, leaving a blotch of ink on paper as a result, because you gently palmed him over his pants. Adjusting his glasses now becoming steamy, he put the paper aside and reached for a new one.

“Sorry,” you said, quietly to not stir him out of his concentration too hard. With trembling hands, you unzipped his pants, before removing your wool winter tights along with shoes, merely flicking your skirt up. When it came to you, you already were wet, having played with yourself in the sleigh carriage to speed up the process.

You sat down on Pantalone’s lap, and slowly lowered yourself down on his now ready cock; grabbing onto the edge of the desk you were facing, as it was almost unmanageable to stay quiet.

Pantalone was no better in reaction when his writing has halted and his legs tensed under you. It took a few long seconds for him to choose to resume his actions.

But the more you rode yourself on his cock, your hot and tight hole squeezing and demanding more, accompanied by the grunts of your pleasure prevalent on his ears… Pantalone didn’t realize when he managed to grab onto your hips to help you, a work momentarily forgotten.

“I’m sure I can make this disruption worth the money I could make in an hour, don’t you think?” he whispered into your neck, biting on it gently, and when you nodded in agreement enormous in enthusiasm, he was finally helping you with an exquisite sounding chuckle of approval.

[fangdokja]

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 827

You shouldn’t have done it.

The moment your lips brush against his, you know you’ve made a mistake.

Your bully goes still. The kind of stillness that makes your instincts scream at you to run, to take it back, to pretend it never happened. But it’s too late. You can feel the heat of his breath against your lips, the faint curl of something cruel forming at the edges of his mouth. Then, slow and deliberate, he grins.

“Shit,” he murmurs, voice dripping with something dark and amused. “Did you just fucking kiss me?”

You say nothing. You barely even breathe. But he sees it anyway—the way your fingers twitch, the way you swallow thickly, the way your pulse beats wildly against the fragile skin of your throat. He sees everything.

His hand moves before you can react, seizing your chin in a grip that makes your bones creak.

“You finally lost the last brain cell rattling around in that empty little skull, huh?” he breathes, mockery laced into every syllable. His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing your head back. His thumb presses into the hinge of your mouth, parting your lips slightly.

Your breath hitches.

“Look at you,” he purrs. “So fucking stupid. Kissing me like you actually want this. You got some nerve, brat.”

You don’t respond, but you don’t need to. He sees the tremble in your body, the way your legs press together in some pathetic attempt to conceal what you already know he’s going to take. And he laughs—a low, sharp sound that makes your stomach tighten.

“Gonna start begging next? Or should I just fuck the words out of you?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer.

The world spins as you’re thrown back, your body hitting the mattress hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. Before you can scramble away, he’s there, towering over you, caging you in. His body is all heat and muscle, pressing down until you feel like you’re drowning beneath the weight of him.

No teasing tonight. No drawn-out threats, no taunts meant to stretch your suffering until you break. Tonight, he is all rough hands and impatience, fingers digging into your skin, yanking at your clothes. He shoves fabric up, over, off—leaving you bare beneath his gaze.

And he drinks you in.

His eyes are dark and insatiable, roaming over every inch of exposed flesh like he’s branding you just by looking. His hands move, gripping your thighs, prying them apart with bruising force. You squirm, but there’s nowhere to go. His fingers dig in harder, thumbs pressing into the tender skin as he forces you open.

You shudder when his eyes drop to your cunt. You can feel the heat of his stare, feel the weight of it settle in the pit of your stomach.

Then he sneers.

“Pathetic,” he murmurs. “You get wet from this? From being thrown around like some cheap little fucktoy?”

Shame burns in your gut, twisting like a knife, but it’s not enough to drown out the anticipation. The horrible, aching need that coils inside you despite everything.

And he knows it.

His hand moves without warning, fingers pressing between your legs, dragging through the slick evidence of your arousal. His touch is rough, merciless, rubbing against you in slow, lazy circles that make your thighs twitch. You choke on a gasp, hips jerking instinctively, but he just laughs.

“Look at you,” he breathes, voice thick with condescension. “Fucking dripping for me. You really are just a little slut, aren’t you?”

You shake your head, but the lie is weak. Worthless. He can feel the way your body responds, the way your breath stutters every time he touches you.

“Oh, don’t get shy now,” he croons, pressing harder, dragging another choked whimper from your throat. “You want it. You always want it.”

You hate how much it’s true.

The first stretch is brutal.

He doesn’t ease you into it, doesn’t give you time to adjust. He just takes. His cock splits you open, thick and heavy, too much, too deep, stretching you past your limits. Your body jerks, your back arching off the bed, a strangled gasp caught in your throat.

He groans, low and pleased, but there’s no praise in his voice. Only amusement. Only cruel, sadistic delight.

“Holy fuck, you’re tight,” he murmurs, his grip on your thighs tightening until it hurts. “Thought this slutty little cunt would’ve gotten used to it by now.”

You want to tell him to stop. Want to push him away. But you don’t.

You never do.

And he knows it.

He starts to move, slow at first, dragging every inch of himself against your walls, making sure you feel every vein, every ridge, every unbearable stretch. He wants you to feel it. Wants you to know exactly what he’s doing to you.

Your hands clutch at his forearms, fingers digging into his skin, but he doesn’t stop. He just laughs, pressing down harder, forcing himself deeper.

“That’s right,” he breathes against your ear, voice thick with mockery. “Take it. Just like the perfect little whore you are.”

You whimper, shame burning through you, but your body betrays you. Your walls flutter around him, your thighs trembling as heat coils low in your belly. And he feels it. He fucking feels it.

“Oh?” His grin is sharp, teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “You like this, don’t you? You love it when I ruin you.”

He pulls back, just enough to look at you—to really see you. And what he sees makes his grin widen.

“My cute little masochist,” he murmurs.

And then he breaks you all over again.

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Ace Attorney: N/A

Arcane: N/A

Blue Lock: Michael Kaiser, Shidou Ryusei, Yoichi Isagi

Boku no Hero Academia: Dabi, Katsuki Bakugo

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Death Note: N/A

Demon Slayer: Sanemi Shinazugawa

DC: Damian Wayne

Dishonored Series: N/A

Genshin Impact: Childe, Scaramouche

Haikyuu!!: Hajime Iwaizumi, Yūji Terushima

Honkai Star Rail: Blade, Boothill

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A

Hunter x Hunter: Uvogin

I'm Not That Kind of Talent: N/A

Jujutsu Kaisen: Naoya Zen'in, Ryōmen Sukuna

Kill The Hero: Park Yong-Wan

Love and Deepspace: N/A

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: N/A

MONSTER: N/A

Naruto Shippuden: Hidan, Zabuza Momochi

One Punch Man: Suiryu

Reverend Insanity: N/A

TOUCHSTARVED: Vere

Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Bill! Sans, Dust! Sans, Fresh! Sans, Ink! Sans, Killer! Sans, Nightmare! Sans, Shattered Dream! Sans, Underfell! Papyrus, Underfell! Sans, Undertale! Chara

Wuthering Waves: Scar

Your Throne: N/A

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[chuusmuts]

imagine submissive!pathetic!nerd!clingy!boobies obsessed!scaramouche

smut. afab reader, nipple play, fingering, (a little) dirty talk(?), creampie(??), top!reader, probably. not proofread.

idk how to title this so just imagine. also helo ig.

you had a childhood best friend, scaramouche, who was also your roommate and classmate. besides his good looking face, there's really nothing good about him. he's a nerd, the typical one that wears glasses and likes to read books. what's more, he's very submissive and clingy especially toward you. it was almost he had an obsession and was even more needy to you, laying his head on your chest, groping and kneading them.

for instance, you were supposed to be in class, yet here you were in the school's bathroom stall, sitting on his lap while he's seated on the closed toilet lid. he was clutching onto your breasts tightly, nuzzling into them as he whined and whimpered, refusing to let you go and mumbling about how soft you were. scaramouche pouted and clung tighter to your body, nuzzling into your breasts with a soft whine. "no.. i don't wanna go to stupid class... I just want to stay here with you forever..."

his fingers kneaded and squeezed at the soft mounds as he buried his face between them, inhaling your scent deeply. the nerdy boy seemed so lost in his own little world, completely ignorant of the importance of attending lessons. "mmmm your boobies are so warm and comfy... this is way better than any boring lecture..." scaramouche mumbled between nuzzles, his glasses slightly fogging up from the close contact as he made no move to let you go.

the bathroom was almost empty. it was the perfect place since no one but the two of you go to that bathroom. to other people, he appeared as an innocent boy trying to act all cute around you, but in reality, it's just his way of being possessive. he was so needy and greedy for your attention that he would ditch classes just to be with you, knowing that you'll let him get away with it.

scaramouche's fingers deftly worked open a few buttons of your uniform blouse, exposing your cleavage to his hungry gaze and touch as he whimpered. his pale cheeks were flushed and his breathing heavy as he pant softly against your skin. "but you promised me to go to class today.." taking off his glasses, you wiped off the fog with your sleeve and placed them back on his nose before stroking his hair, stirring up scaramouche to melt into your touch, and purring softly. he nuzzled into your hand like a needy kitten who crave more affection.

the way you pat him and stroke his hair so gently, the way you're being so nice to him even though he's being unreasonable.. they all turned him on so much as precum started leaking on the tip of his dick, dampening his grey pants. he whined loudly, his fingers still clutching at your cleavage as he pant. his face is flushed deep red, eyes glossy with lust behind his glasses.

"b-but I don't care... i just want to be with you..." he mumbled out between breaths, squirming in his seat. scaramouche's other hand moved down to palm at the growing bulge in his pants, letting out a soft moan. "mmmnh... you feel so good, y/n... i can't help myself around you..." his hips buck up slightly, grinding against your core through layer of clothes as his arousal continued to leak out, soaking through the fabric.

"nghh... y- your hands feels nice, don't ever stop..." he said, more to himself, the words came out in a breathy whisper, his voice low and husky with desire. his fingers pinched and tugged at your nipples through your uniform, sending jolts of pleasure through your sensitive body. in his fucked up mind, scaramouche thinks it's perfectly okay to miss classes as long as he gets to be alone with his you. you sighed defeatedly, half because of his behaviour, half because of you, yourself were starting to get aroused.

"scaramouche, scaramouche." you squeezed your eyes shut before calling him out who's still whimpering and moaning against your soft breasts. gently, you cupped his face and brought it up to look at you. there was a visible pout on his flushed face and his hair was all disheveled from all the nuzzling. "how about this? one round." you suggested. "one round, and we go to class together. and after class finished, we do another round?" you held out a pinky finger, trying to make a deal with him. you didn't want to miss another class and received a warning letter from the stupid professor.

scaramouche bit his lip and looked up at you with big puppy dog eyes. he squirmed in your lap, his arousal straining against his pants desperately. as much as he wanted to refuse you and ditch the class just to spend time with you, the deal sounded too good to be real. "o- one round... and then class... and then another after?" he repeated slowly as if trying to wrap his lust-addled mind around the offer. scaramouche's fingers twitched, his grip on your boobies grew tighter, causing you to whine in pain.

without thinking twice, he nodded eagerly, latching onto your outstretched pinky with his own. "okay, deal.." a wide, excited grin spread across his flushed face. "mmmnh... hurry y/n... i need you..." scaramouche whined impatiently, already wiggling his hips against you. his glasses are nearly fogged over again completely and his eyes were filled with desire. he looked utterly debauched already, and you've barely even started. you shifted off of his lap, and scaramouche's hands moved to fumble with the zipper of his pants, desperate to free his throbbing erection. more precum was leaking steadily now, leaving a noticeable big wet spot on the fabric.

meanwhile, you slid down your panties and pulled your skirt until it reached your thighs, enough to expose your glistening pussy. as his leaking erection sprung free from his pants, you unbuttoned your shirt completely and unclasped your bra before hanging them on the door handle. sitting on his lap, you let him bury himself deep inside your fluttering core while he let out a sharp gasp. his hands immediately flew to grip your hips, clinging to you desperately as he started thrusting upwards in earnest. "mmh come here.." you murmured, stroking his nape.

he began moving his hips upwards in unison with your downward thrusts, driving the entirety of his thick member up inside you, every thrust came along with a pathetic whimper as his thick shaft plunging deep into your welcoming cunny. the tight heat enveloping him triggered sparks along his spine. "mmh... that's a good boy.. i got you, darlin'" you praised him as you hugged his head to your breasts once again and scaramouche nearly lost it on the spot. the sight of your bare breasts and the way your tight pussy gripping him tightly was driving him wild, he almost cum on the spot. it was pitiful, he knew, but he didn't care. "haaahh... y-your boobies, your cunt... so damn perfect..." he buried himself between the pillowy mounds, motorboating and nuzzling into them with desperate enthusiasm.

"ahhhnn... nghh, y- y/n... so hot and wet... mmmnh!" the nerdy boy whimpered, panting heavily as sparks of pleasure shoot up his spine with each movement. he could barely think straight, lost in the incredible sensation of your fluttering walls gripping him tightly. your hips worked frantically, bucking down, enveloping his thick shaft over and over as lewd squelching noises fill the small bathroom stall, echoing obscenely off the tiled walls. his fingers dig into your soft skin resulting red marks to left behind.

your tight heat milked his cock mercilessly as scaramouche's movements grew erratic, you could feel his cock twitched inside you, his balls drawing up tight, ready to explode at any moment. your breasts quivered and bounced delightfully against his eager mouth, providing an erotic symphony of soft slapping sounds that drove him wild. bringing his head closer to your face, your hand slid up to wrap around his throat lightly, squeezing just enough to make his breathing difficult and he couldn't help but let out a deep groan. "come on, don't cum yet. you don't want this to end early, do you?" you breathed, trying to hold back your moams as a wicked smile formed on your face, licking your lips while you tightened your grip around him.

he loved how you're always gentle with him but switched 360° and became dominant when you're fucking him, it makes him hard it hurts, and every time, he would surrender himself to you completely. but the stimulation was just too intense, your slick pussy milking his throbbing shaft for all its worth. your grinding and the feel of your velvety walls squeezing his aching cock had scaramouche mewling. hand still around his throat, you pulled him in for a rough kiss as you shoved your tongue down his throat and scaramouche moaned desperately into the kiss, his tongue immediately and eagerly tangling with yours. the hand around his throat had him lightheaded, adding to the dizzying pleasure coursing through his veins.

he'd never been able to last long with you, your dominance and the sheer ecstasy of being inside you always pushed him to the brink embarrassingly fast. "haaahh... c-can't... nghh! too good...!" scaramouche babbled incoherently between kisses, his hips still moving erratically as his cock jerked inside your tight heat. his hands roamed all over your body, groping and kneading greedily at your soft curves, fingers pinching and tugging at your erected nipples, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to both of your core. the combined sensations had him seeing stars, his impending orgasm building rapidly at the base of his spine.

"p-please... m-mercy... ahhh... g- gonna... nnngghh..." scaramouche warned breathlessly, struggling to breathe and his face screwed up in concentration. you could feel his cock twitched inside you, clearly fighting to hold back his release. his fingers dug into your soft flesh, fondling and stroking as you sucked greedily at his lower lips while he sucked your top one. in mid of making out, you unfastened his uniform, letting it fall to the floor before brushing your thumbs against his nipples teasingly, causing him to mewl and moan into your mouth.

the sight of scaramouche's eyes listing focus, mouth hanging open, and drool leaking from the corner of his mouth as he lost himself in the sensations made your flustered, your heart fluttering as your heart beat faster. it made your fingers pinched his nipples and twisted them so deliciously, he shuddered and arched into your touch, a drawn-out moan spilling from his lips. something felt different— the kisses were frantic, desperate than before, your mind became vague. it's intense and intimate as both you and him were completely clouded with lust.

"ahhnghh... y- y/n..." he whimpered desperately as the last of his self-control slipping away, his cock throbbed and pulsed inside your tight heat, the stimulation rapidly pushing him past the point of no return. scaramouche's eyes fluttered open, glazed over with lust and adoration. he gazed up at you, his breath heavy, completely at your mercy. you crashed your mouths together once again, the kiss desperate and hungry.

"want... need... mmnnh... love you..." scaramouche mumbled between sloppy kisses, completely consumed by his intense feelings and the all-encompassing pleasure. he could feel his orgasm surging forward, his balls drawing up tight. with a final, choked cry, scaramouche surrendered himself to the blissful release. his cock erupted deep inside you, pumping stream after stream of hot, thick seed into your fluttering depths. the aftermath got him trembling and writhing under you as he came, his eyes rolling back in sheer ecstasy, almost seeing stars. the sensation of his molten essence flooding your insides pushed you closer to the edge as well, your walls clamping down rhythmically to milk him for every last drop as you moaned loudly.

all he could manage to do at the moment was breathed hardly against your neck, with lust and contentment. his sweaty skin pressed against yours and he peppered your neck gently, hoping that you wouldn't go just yet. but his wish went unfilled as you pulled away, your slick walls slipping off his softening member, a flood of your combined fluids gushing out, dripping down onto his thighs and the bathroom floor and he missed you already. "come on, time's up. get ready to go to class." you said, trying to catch your breath while in the process of wearing your bra. scaramouche whined in protest and immediately grabbed a hold of your arm, trying to pull you back, his voice filled with need. "w-wait... don't go... stay a little longer..." he looked up at you with big, pleading eyes, hoping to convince you to extend your intimate encounter.

you stared at him with the same look before bending down and stroking his head using your free hand. "another round after this class, remember?" a small smile spread across your face. "or do you not want that? you did a good job holding this time, i might give you an extra reward later, you know." grabbing his jaw, you pulled him for a quick kiss before continuing to wear your uniform. scaramouche cheeks flushed deeply at the mention of another potential reward, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. he nodded eagerly, the promise of more intimate time with you was more than enough motivation for him to be a good boy.

"y- yeah... i'll be a good boy... i want it, i want you..." he agreed shyly and reluctantly, nuzzling into your touch and desperately hoping that the lesson will pass quickly so he could have you all to himself again. scaramouche stood on shaky legs, putting his uniform around his slender, pale torso. he took a moment to adjust his glasses and smooth down his messy hair, trying to compose himself before heading to class with you, already craving your touch once more.

[angelic--kitty]

Imagine beidou eating us out while ningguang fucks us from behind with her strap until our minds went hazy

ᯓ beigguang x fem!reader ᡣ𐭩

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, dom!beidou x dom!ningguang x sub!fem reader, threesome, cunnilingus, strap usage, slight age gap (beidou/ningguang are 30-32) power imbalance (beidou/ningguang are married, and you work for ningguang), size kink

you knew it was wrong. it was nothing more than just a physical attraction. being shared as a toy between two women.

two married women.

yet, you couldn't care less.

the skirt of your uniform was pushed up over your hips, your tights now littered with holes, ripped open like wrapping paper. even the panties you had on were ripped clean off, the scraps of fabric tossed to the side.

your mind was hazy as you listened to the soft mumbles of the women near your cunt. large, rough hands held your thighs open while lips stayed wrapped around your clit, and a thick strap filled you up.

beidou was laying beneath you with her head positioned perfectly between your thighs, holding you up for her wife to fuck you with one of her more girthy straps.

"look at how she stretches around you," beidou grinned, spreading you open for ningguang as your face burned with embarrassment. "cute little thing, ain't she?"

"very." ningguang hummed, grinding the strap upward to hear you pathetically whine for her. "so noisy, though." she tutted as beidou laughed, squeezing your ass.

your head laid flat on her muscular thigh, panting as your eyes shut tightly. you had been teased and toyed with for what felt like hours, and yet neither one of them seemed to be bothered.

of course, it was easier to have stamina when you had a doll to share rather than wearing eachother out.

beidou flicked her tongue against your clit, tracing downwards to lap at where ningguang's strap disappeared into you. she licked the creamy ring you had formed up, grabbing at your tights and ripping them further.

"hope these uniforms aren't too expensive to replace." beidou snorted, earning a little grunt from her wife.

ningguang's hips moved faster, hearing broken little moans spill from your lips as you gasped, burying your face into beidou's thighs. "please... please-" you whimpered, yelping when ningguang's hand came down on your ass.

"no. you'll hold it." she ordered, ignoring your petulant whimper. you could feel beidou chuckle against your overstimulated clit, your body shaking as you squirmed, trying to escape the sensations.

"too much- can't-"

ningguang sighed, but relented, pushing you over the edge, allowing you to make a mess all over her strap. beidou rushed to clean you up, licking your sensitive pussy, drinking up everything you had to offer while they both held you still.

beidou slid out from under you, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, watching you sink on the bed with your ass still perched in the air.

ningguang slowly pulled her strap out, the slick sounds making your ears burn as she tapped the wet strap against your ass.

beidou slowly eased you up onto your knees, instead teasing your tits through the dress. her hand cups your jaw, admiring your teary eyes. her wedding band brushed against your cheek, reminding you of your place.

"she's real pretty, ning." beidou hummed, brushing a thumb over your lips. "c'mon, let's get you undressed, yeah?" she smirks, glancing at your nipples peeking through the fabric.

you stare up at her, blinking out of surprise at the realization they planned to keep going. "i'm too sensitive!"

"shhh, you can take it, yeah? wanna be good for us, don't you?" beidou murmured as she stared up at her wife, a devious little twinkle in her eye.

ningguang slipped behind you, teasing your nipples through your dress as you squirmed, arching up into her touch. "yes, fuck, i do-" you admitted, catching her off guard.

and as much as you tried to hide it, you did lust over them in secret. you wanted them desperately, and the idea that they were married made you even wetter when you thought of them.

ningguang had her hunches, but she hadn't truly known what a desperate little slut you were. it seems you were turning out to be the most wonderful intern after all.

[crimsoncandy04]

It's ya girl. Back at it again with the smut no one asked for but I'm doing it anyways because the world needs my thoughts.

Anyways since we're not selfish lovers here and I already wrote about Wanderer and his variants eating your cunt and making you scream...

Here's how I think it would go if you said you wanted to suck their dicks in return.

Kabukimono (my baby I love him he's so sweet and he's not gonna survive)

He’s the most innocent of Wanderer's variants, so he’d blink in confusion at first, honestly not understanding what you mean and why that part of him seems so special to you.

He'd let you but would be hesitant and nervous.

"Okay. If you really want to."

Then he notices the way your lips curl into a sly little smirk. You kneel down and start trying to undress him. And then? Immediate panic.

Because now he realizes that you're serious and weren't just joking. (He's excited but also this is a first for him so the poor guy is just a mess. Be gentle with him)

His face erupts into red, and he nearly faints once he feels your lips around his cock.

He is NOISY too. Moaning wildly at just the slightest touch and maybe even tearing up and crying a bit when you take more of him in your mouth and start to move a little faster.

Don't tease him. You might make him malfunction somehow. (Kabukimono.exe has stopped working)

Wanderer (he likes playing hard to get so you'll have to beg a little for it)

He’s not letting you off easy. His gaze flicks up from his clothes dick, and his smirk is dangerous. He slowly, deliberately reaches a hand down into the confines of his shorts and strokes the length of his manhood, watching your reaction the entire time.

“Oh?” he muses, voice dripping with mock innocence.

“That’s funny, because you look like you want something else instead.”

(He's actually very excited at the idea but he's not really as vulnerable as he used to be so he's going to try and distract you rather than just admitting he's kinda nervous. You'll have to be sweet but adamant)

He'd tease you and maybe try to drag things out but once he's balls deep in your mouth? He'd start to lose it. He'd groan softly and maybe whimper a little but at some point he goes completely feral and grabs your head before starting to thrust into your throat and fucking your mouth.

(He's still careful not to hurt you though. And if you make any sign of discomfort or sound like you're distressed he'd stop immediately.)

Scaramouche (Bro is hella quiet. And he's not moaning for you in a million years. It sucks but his actions speak of his secret desperation and honestly maybe getting him off could calm him down a little?)

Do you want to die?

Because you’re dead. Absolutely dead. He stops mid thought, narrowing his eyes at you with a look that’s equal parts suspicion and amusement.

Then, ever so casually, he leans in his lips brushing your ear.

“Say that again.” His voice is low, dangerous, daring you to repeat yourself. If you do? Oh, he’s making you regret it. He’d smirk, slow and taunting, before undressing himself and exposing his hardened cock to you before forcing you onto your knees and ordering you to pleasure him.

If he sees you hesitate after his response he'd taunt you.

“Hah. Not so bold now, are you?”

And he's rough too. Grabbing your hair and forcing his entire dick deep into your throat as he makes you take it as far as it can go. He loves watching you suffer. If your eyes start tearing up or he hears you make any kind of noise, it'll just arouse him further. He wants to see you slobbering and sucking on his cock in the filthiest, most obscene way possible just to make you suffer for wanting him in such a vulnerable position.

You played with fire. And now you’re burning. But the flames have never felt so good.

[angelsrcute]

I suck his dick, it's big, it's very-very big! ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd make you cockwarm him while he works, the door unlocked, his dick so close to your g-spot but he wouldn't let you move! hands keeping your waist in place as his dick keeps you all stuffed n warm.

“I'll be done soon, sweetheart, you can wait a little more right? So, be a good girl n stop movin’ so much.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd praise you for sucking him off so good, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you try not to gag on his huge dick. Guiding your tongue on his dick, gently holding your hair, shooting thick ropes of cum in your mouth.

“God, your mouth feels so good, my sweets. Keep goin’ alright? looking so pretty f’ me.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd taunt n insult you while you gag on his dick, roughly grabbing your hair and making you take him fully. Your mascara n lipstick all ruined, eyes rollin’ back when he cums in your mouth. :(

“You look like some cheap whore like this, y'know. I bet you're getting wet from me degrading you, hm? As expected.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you in a mating press, his big cock stretching your insides, hitting your womb. Pressin’ his hand on your tummy to feel his dick in you, making you whine. Your tummy already full from how much he cums, you definitely can't go for another round.. + he's gonna fuck you till you need a wheelchair.

“It won't fit? Don't worry, darlin’. Gonna make your cunt remember my dick, don't worry! Even if it does forgets, I'll just fuck ya again.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you till your dumb n can only think of him and his dick if you do decide to act all bratty or he'd just tie you up n put a vibrator on your clit and watch as you squirm around trying to get a release, but he turns off the vibrator just when you're gonna cum. :(

"Should've thought before being like that, what did you expect, princess? acting all flirty with that random guy, trying to make me jealous."

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who’re either super experienced from sleeping around or just fucking virgin losers, walkin’ around with that big ass dick in his pants.

— FYODOR, Leona, Dazai, NIKOLAI, Beel, Chuuya, Diavolo, SEBEK, Lucifer, Malleus, MAMMON, Jack, Blade, Neuvillette, Sampo, IDIA, Zhongli, Scara, CHILDE, TOJI, Jing yuan, Gojo, Sukuna, NANAMI, Dr. ratio, Wriothesley, ALHAITHAM, CATER + your favs.

[angelfishe]

"𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍"

>> Genshin man x reader

<< characters : diluc, kaeya, ayato, alhaitham, zhongli, neuvillete, wriotsheley, childe, capitano, dottore, pantalone >>

Warnings : MDNI, contain sexual content

⚠️MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE ⚠️

DILUC, very flustered unable to form a sentence after the climax, exhausted to the point you have to serve the customer instead. he's unable to form a sentence, sweat is around his body, his clothes are a mess as well him breathing heavily as if he just went thru a marathon, some Patreon would ask what's wrong with him, and you just replied in his place saying his just tired.

KAEYA, smirking with his clothes disheveled as well as his hair as if someone has been pulling on it, jean asked him what's wrong and he said he just had the best lunch of his life with a satisfied smile and in his office paper are scattered and crinkle as if someone has been sitting on his desk. Jean doesn't question it but the knights that were guarding his office stand with a flustered look as if witnessing and hearing somethings.

AYATO, appears as in his normal self, not a single disheveled or messy hair always appears with a smile and a satisfied look, very dignified the stress on his face disappear after you went into the office bringing him tea and snacks when his working his documents, him leaving the office with a very disheveled you going inside the bedroom, and sometimes during a meeting or a party you and him would leave and go for a "walk".

ALHAITHAM, with a straight face focus on his book as if he didn't spend the last few hours ago having fun with you, the only difference is pink blush that is on his ear, plus in this state he's very emotional in this state, smirking a few times when you were limping next to him, him supporting your entire body. And would order your favorite drink after it. Kaveh would stay with cyno or tighnari if the noise gets too loud.

ZHONGLI, very demure, very mindful. Pink blush appears on his face as well giving you a smile and the eyes full of love. He very much appears as his proper self but more loving. His coat on your shoulder and you guys holding each other's hands together swinging around. His clothes are still in their proper state but his hair is not very messy as if he just let it lose. During his rut you and him would leave going to a mountain to enjoy each other's company.

NEUVILLETE, pretty much blushing the entire time he knows this is an improper way as a judge of Fontaine but he can't hold it in, during trials he looks disheveled and breathing heavily as if he's fantasizing over something, he would send you some looks during trial as if he wants to continue on what's going between you. Once a month he would take a week off of work and the reason for it is by far still a mystery.

WRIOSTHELEY, smirking and winking at you, his shirt button has gone down a few levels revealing his abs with sweat sticking on it, his pants are by far crinkle as if it is on the floor for so long, would whisper on your ear leaving you very much flustered and covering your face with your hands, I'm pretty much sure the entire fortress of meriopede knows you guys business together in his office.

CHILDE, pretty much his happy go looking self with you, smirking, whispering in your ear and sending you the look. Pretty disheveled as if he just won a big battle. Would be very cocky and bragging around, his division would leave his office alone in his request for alone time with you. As well some important documents would have some stains of its weird substance on it.

CAPITANO, appears as if nothing happens to everyone in the fatui in his normal self but very much in a good mood the entire time, his coat is with you sleeping in his tent exhausted after what happened. He will continue on his duties as if normal and nothing happens but plus words of appreciation towards his underlings.

DOTTORE, giggling and smirking the entire time like a school girl, his hair is pulled back by his sweat. Would give you words of admiration and affection towards you and praising you for your accomplishments and would be a little nicer than his usual Impatient self. In this state his much nicer with his experiments and his much older segments are pretty much jealous and wanting to spend time with you.

PANTALONE, sips wine in his very much expensive bath robe while your laying on his bed exhausted, going thru paper works after finishing the equivalent of the meme "he's just nutting inside of me and now he's doing paperwork" would spoil you rotten after it, would go shopping with you and buy you many luxurious gifts, dresses and some expensive lingerie plus new accessories for the next time you guys have a meeting.

[kzrosa-writes]

NSFW BELOW — MDNI

— “p-please– no more!” you would beg, your desperate moans muffled against a pillow. his tip glistening with your arousal and countless orgasms circled and teased your entrance, gently pressing into your tight hole before he pulled it out. you let out a shaky breath, suppressing a whine. he was so cruel, so so cruel to your poor pussy. your mind was hazy and blurry, only filled with thoughts of how well he fucked you. you couldn’t even keep count of how many times he had made you cum in the past hour.

“c’mon, darling… you can handle one more, can’t you?” he would coo as he continued to tease and rub your clit with his tip. gently pressing it into your aching hole before pulling it out, your pussy clenching around him in a desperate attempt to keep him inside. “even your sweet pussy wants me to stay inside of you, love.”

it was the same thing every damn time — promising you that it’ll be the last one, making you cum all over his cock, teasing your clit, and the cycle repeats. you’re surprised just how well you’re taking it, but it seemed like he knew your body better than you did. 

giving him a silent nod of approval, he proceeded to slide fully into you without warning, eliciting a sharp moan from you. you clutched tightly onto the sheets, your belly pressed against the soft plush of the mattress as he continued to fuck you roughly from behind. your moans and gasps were partially muffled against a pillow, drool pooling around the corner of your parted lips. no matter how much he teased you, you could never stay upset at him. not when he has his hard cock pounding into you as an apology. 

thrusting roughly and fervently into you, he slid his hand in between your thighs to rub your swollen clit. you could feel his length pulsating inside of you with each thrust, throbbing and aching for release. soon enough, you felt that familiar knot in your stomach as he brought you closer and closer to your climax. you couldn’t tell which felt better — his sloppy and desperate thrusts or his slender fingers rubbing frantically against your aching bud. 

with a final snap of his hips, you felt your walls of pleasure crash down for the nth time tonight. letting out a whiny moan, you came all over his cock and your thighs, your release soaking the sheets once again. not long after, he came too, filling you up with his familiar warm and sticky cum. the hand playing with your clit brushed against the wet, dripping mess between your thighs, pulling it away before licking his fingers. he savoured your delicious taste, a sweet reward he had earned from making you cum. 

he pushed himself off of you before carefully helping you to sit down on his lap. brushing his thumb against your bottom lip, he gave you a soft, tender kiss, a huge contrast to the rough, berserk fuck he just gave you. he pulled you closer to his chest, holding you in his arms as the two of you basked in the afterglow of your release. leaning closer to you, he whispered those same damn words into your ear.

“think you can handle another one, sweetheart?”

childe, dottore, wriothesley, pantalone, neuvillette, kaeya, zhongli, diluc, scara, kinich, ayato, alhaitham + your faves !! ♡

♡ masterlist ・ navi ・ request rules —

[gojosoups]

cw: smut, consensual spanking, fingering, orgasm denial, cum licking, f!reader, all characters are 18+, MDNI, not proofread..like at all..

whenever you're being disobedient, you'll find yourself thrown across his lap, your bare ass up as he caresses your cheeks before giving them a harsh smack.

your body launching forward from the force of the impact as sobs escape your pretty whiny lips. each slap harder than the next, your ass stinging as he fondles it. his thick fingers playing with your pretty puffy lips, spreading your wetness across your folds and teasingly flicking at your cute clit, ignoring your whines and begging, before delivering another smack to your ass.

"how many was that?" he asks, his hand cupping your ass, trying to soothe the sting. you whine dumbly, lying helplessly across his lap, all thoughts leaving your brain as you blink away tears.

"please…" you cry out, nails digging into the sheets below you in frustration.

"wrong," he says with an evil grin, hand striking down to make contact with your poor, sore ass. your body lunging forward, the sound of skin slapping skin ringing throughout the room. your throat dry and rough as he pulls out silent screams from your wobbly lips.

hands grabbing your ass cheeks, he spreads them apart, taking a look at your pretty pussy, before spitting in it. a pathetic whine leaving your lips as you feel his fingers playing around with your juices and his spit, making a mess of your poor cunt.

a thick finger sneaking its way between your lips, curling into your sweet spot as you lose your breath. your legs twitching in pleasure as you feel his fingers stretch you open, stretching your tight pussy with his thick digit, leaving you begging for more and more.

your abdomen tightening as he adds a second finger, disappearing between your glistening wet lips and playing with your gummy walls. feeling your orgasm approaching, you squirm, trying to grind against his fingers, only for a gasp to leave your lips as he delivers another smack to your ass.

you look behind you, tears in your eyes as you beg your boyfriend to let you cum, brows furrowed in frustration and expression sour at having your orgasm denied.

"only good girls get to cum," he says, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean, leaving you high and dry with a sore ass and needy pussy.

── gojo, GETO, NANAMI, toji, sukuna, MIGUEL O'HARA, eren yeager, ERWIN SMITH, light yagami, KANTO MANJI MIKEY, KANTO MANJI HANMA, AL HAITHAM, DOTTORE, PANTALONE, KAMISATO AYATO, TRAFALGAR LAW, zoro, shidou ryusei, SAE ITOSHI + your favs (I gave up lol)

a/n: really not lying when I said this is not proofread, sorry it's so shitty but I had to post something

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[fangdokja]

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 827

The first time he dragged you from the library, he did it without hesitation, and you followed without question. You remember the way people stared, how the chair screeched against the floor as he yanked you up by the nape of your neck, fingers possessive, unyielding. There was no struggle. No protest. You just packed up your things and went where he wanted, as if you belonged to him already.

He liked that. You know he did.

Now, it’s routine. The way he looms over you, his touch always present—around your throat, in your hair, at your wrist, like he’s making sure you don’t slip away when he isn’t looking. It’s not about affection. It’s about control.

“You’re a creepy little thing, aren’t you?” he murmurs, thumb stroking absently at your pulse. His voice is always amused when he talks to you, dripping with derision, like he’s fascinated by your willingness to submit.

And you are willing, aren’t you?

The backseat of his car smells like leather and sweat. He’s already got you folded up against the door, your knees pressed to your chest, body caged beneath his weight. His hands are rough, greedy, digging into your thighs as he forces them apart. There’s no preamble, no patience, just the brutal press of his cock against your slick entrance before he’s forcing his way inside, stretching you too fast, too deep, making you choke on your own breath.

“Fuck, look at that,” he groans, voice thick with pleasure as he watches the way your tiny hole struggles to take him. “Dumb little bitch can barely fit me in.”

You whimper, squirming under his grip, but there’s nowhere to go. He presses a palm against your lower stomach, applying pressure right where he’s splitting you open, grinning at the way you jolt.

“Feel that? That’s me, stuffing you full.” He laughs when you tremble, your breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. “Shit, you love it. Love getting bullied even when I fuck you.”

The degradation never stops.

He shoves his fingers into your mouth, making you drool all over his hand, his hips snapping against yours in merciless, unforgiving thrusts. The car rocks with the force of it. Your back slams against the door, the seatbelt buckle digging into your side. You’re a mess—spit leaking from your swollen lips, moans punched out of you with every brutal movement, body limp and pliant beneath him.

“Fucking pathetic,” he snarls, dragging his teeth along your jaw, biting down hard enough to bruise. “What kind of freak just lets someone use them like this?”

You don’t answer. You never do. But he knows. He knows exactly what you are.

His grip tightens in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed, vulnerable, and he presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss against the column of your neck. His tongue flicks over your pulse before he sinks his teeth in—hard. You yelp, body jerking against him, but he doesn’t let up. If anything, he’s crueler.

“Stop making those sad little noises,” he mocks, voice dark with amusement. “You knew what this was. Knew what you were getting into.”

And you did.

You’re not stupid. You knew exactly what he was when you let him take you, when you let him keep you. You knew he wasn’t gentle, that he wasn’t kind, that everything he did was for himself, to satisfy his own desires, his own obsession. You knew that when he dragged you from the library for the first time, his grip firm, his voice dripping with condescension.

And yet—you followed.

“Shit, you’re tight,” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours, panting as he fucks into you harder, deeper, wringing desperate little sounds from your lips. “Gonna break you, baby. Gonna make you cry for me.”

He does.

He always does.

Tears sting your eyes as he forces you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you too fast, too strong, leaving you gasping, sobbing, clawing at his arms, his back. He doesn’t stop. Not until you’re spent, not until you’re shaking, not until you’re too exhausted to move, too wrecked to fight back.

Then, finally—finally—he stills.

He keeps you pinned to his chest, his arm thrown over your waist, a heavy, suffocating weight. He’s still big, still overwhelming even when he’s at rest, his body heat sinking into your skin. You’re panting, boneless, and he hums in satisfaction.

“Still breathing, baby?”

You don’t answer right away. His fingers dig into your hip, a silent warning.

“…Yeah,” you murmur, pressing closer, your voice hoarse.

He must like that. The deep, satisfied chuckle rumbles against your back, and you barely register the soft kiss against your shoulder.

“Good,” he breathes, tightening his hold. “Gotta take care of my little freak.”

Your heart skips a beat. You think he can hear it.

He exhales, slow, heavy.

Then, softer—like he isn’t a monster, like he isn’t the same man who just ruined you—

'Love you.'

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♡ List of Fandoms and Characters.

♡ Note. Due to Tumblr policy, all characters are all of age.

Ace Attorney: N/A

Arcane: N/A

Blue Lock: Michael Kaiser, Shidou Ryusei, Yoichi Isagi

Boku no Hero Academia: Dabi, Katsuki Bakugo

Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: N/A

Death Note: N/A

Demon Slayer: Sanemi Shinazugawa

DC: Damian Wayne

Dishonored Series: N/A

Genshin Impact: Childe, Scaramouche

Haikyuu!!: Hajime Iwaizumi, Yūji Terushima

Honkai Star Rail: Blade, Boothill

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A

Hunter x Hunter: Uvogin

I'm Not That Kind of Talent: N/A

Jujutsu Kaisen: Naoya Zen'in, Ryōmen Sukuna

Kill The Hero: Park Yong-Wan

Love and Deepspace: N/A

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: N/A

MONSTER: N/A

Naruto Shippuden: Hidan, Zabuza Momochi

One Punch Man: Suiryu

Reverend Insanity: N/A

TOUCHSTARVED: Vere

Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Bill! Sans, Dust! Sans, Fresh! Sans, Ink! Sans, Killer! Sans, Nightmare! Sans, Shattered Dream! Sans, Underfell! Papyrus, Underfell! Sans, Undertale! Chara

Wuthering Waves: Scar

Your Throne: N/A

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[affableramen]

what they sound like when they finish first time, early + established relationship headcanons mature content, 18+ only

Wriothesley

First time with him: he’s quite nervous but on top of it he’s also very excited. as your tightness gave him overstimulation, he comes with a partially suppressed groan while holding onto your waist tightly.

Early relationship: because of he’s leading the way and focusing on pleasuring you first and utmost, it’s difficult for him to think of his own pleasure, so he doesn’t moan on the early times with you, and when you come he enjoys your voice, not mixing it with his.

Established relationship/marriage: it’s the time when he indulges his needs to, so he no longer has to suppress his voice. he loves a good domestic sex with you and when he finishes, he might as well let out some steamy groans as evidence of his not only physical but emotional orgasm.

Tartaglia

First time with him: as he’s inexperienced, he gives in to the feelings of passion and groans his lungs out.

Early relationship: there’s lots of pleasing you and only you, and tartaglia doesn’t even need to be inside you to blow his release in his pants as he eats you out, his head between your thighs making shivers run down your spine. and just to make sure, he’s not exactly trying to muffle his sounds of bliss.

Established relationship/marriage: loud. just know it, the both of you are quite loud and no longer shy with one another as you share domestic relationship with intimacy included.

Neuvillette 

First time with him: it was very difficult for him to stay quiet, starting from your tightness and ending with your sweet screams as you reach an orgasm brought to you by the hydro sovereign dragon. 

Early relationship: he only lets out soft moans precisely when he cums, and he especially lets those escape his lips when you’re giving him an oral pleasure (let’s mention that Neuvillette is generally shocked that you’d agree to give him oral in the first place).

Established relationship/marriage: you need to tell him that you love his voice, because Neuvillette can do it differently. one day he allows you to be the only one groaning with passion, and the other day he gives in losing his head so much that he ends up screaming with you.

Pantalone

First time with him: hisses under his breath because of how much release you pulled out from him. he did not expect anything so pleasant, besides it has been a long time since he felt aroused by someone. 

Early relationship: doesn't make sound at all when cumming. he’s focused on bringing pleasure to you (and listening to your orgasm) so he finds his own vocalisation tacky and improper.

Established relationship/marriage: can barely keep his mouth shut; the desire to moan for you is immense while he’s balls deep inside your gummy heat, ready to squirt his release anytime soon. 

Ayato

First time with him: listen, but Ayato here is the only man who prefers being completely silent during bed activities and reacting to the bodily sensations with his body. he simply doesn’t moan and he may seem cold in sex activities, but the movements of his body tell a different story.

Early relationship: Ayato is quite adamant to your requests of him being louder in bed. he keeps sticking to the tradition of him being the quiet one.

Established relationship/marriage: might finally allow you to see his vulnerable side, but only in established relationship. as he comes, he is more of a moaner than a groaner.

Capitano

First time with him: he did not expect you to be so good for him and he enjoys the first time immensely, groaning in the end of passion when your hands are intertwined tightly.

Early relationship: he usually groans only when cumming and the whole process he is silent as a fish. that’s how good his self control is.

Established relationship/marriage: he makes a different various set of noises during his release together with you, usually shifting from rough grunting to gentle moaning in the end once he emptied his balls for his darling wife.

Dottore

First time with him: Dottore is really shy at the first time with you so he cages his feelings, even though it is ridiculously hard for him to suppress the moans as he cums with you. he breaks into a million pieces after having cherished you on the first time together in bed.

Early relationship: it’s difficult for Dottore to express his emotions and he is not great at interpreting what he feels in general, but he is good at picking up your mood, so he observes you a good amount of time. when the two of you get the desired release, Dottore doesn’t back off and vocalises his orgasm to you.

Established relationship/marriage: he is loud, expressive and nasty, this is it.

Alhaitham

First time with him: everything about you is too much for him, and when your pussy squeezes him tight, your body attempting to milk him dry, Alhaitham loses it with a raspy delicious groan.

Early relationship: lots of gasps, moans, he almost begs you to come together and as the two of you do, Alhaitham is sure to display his emotions to you. not all at once though, but as his eyebrows furrow together and he splatters his seed, he’ll most likely end up panting into the shell of your ear.

Established relationship/marriage: this is the time when he becomes completely shameless in your bed activities and he gives in to pleasure completely, showing you lots of satisfaction while whimpering and gasping out loud as his lips quiver with your name.

Dainsleif

First time with him: he is shocked with your willingness to accept him and when he finishes, he does so with a loud, raspy moan, embarrassed, though, he buries his face into your neck to muffle it.

Early relationship: he lets you tease him more and more but ends up letting out noise much more than he’d like to. the pleasure of having you in his arms so intimately and closely drives him nuts and he comes with a moan much more exposed than the previous time.

Established relationship/marriage: not afraid to be shameless anymore, Dainsleif not only releases his pent up load for you, but his pretty moans as well. oh, he is not going to be quiet, not with you.

Baizhu

First time with him: it was insanely difficult for dr. Snek to keep his composure while ruining you with his gracious body. the sounds of your pleasure seemed to have awoken something deep within him and the calm facade of the pharmacist broke at once. what I mean to say is that yes, he moaned during your first time.

Early relationship: he sincerely tries to keep quiet and fails, however. you just feel too good, pulling him closer and taunting him to be rougher, less courteous with you.

Established relationship/marriage: oh, how he loves to devour you whole, and how deep that groan is, coming from his lips as he enjoys you spread out on his working desk.

[angelic--kitty]

rambling thoughts bc i'm biased as hell but i think mavuika would be the queen of eating pussy. she's such a giver and i feel like she'd get so much pleasure knowing she's making her partner feel good. she'd be skilled at reading body language and telling whether her partner wants to be a bit gentle or rough, where they want her tongue the most. plus i think she'd find it a great way to relieve stress, just burying her head in between her partner's thighs for as long as they can take it and losing herself. i think it'd be cute if she can't help becoming a little pussy drunk from time to time, a rare moment of her composure snapping bc she just loves every aspect of eating her partner out

I AGREE!!!! I AGREE.

mavuika is very much a giver. she works out like crazy, and she likes to put it to good use. whether that's holding your thighs to your chest so she can eat you out, or fucking you mid-air while you grasp at her biceps.

yet, despite her strength, she's actually rather gentle. she just wants her partner to feel good and completely safe with her.

also, yeah, she is suuuuper good with her tongue. she'll eat it from the front, the back, have you ride her face, anything you want.

she might even enjoy 69ing because she can slowly feel your focused movements turn sloppy, or feel you lay on her thigh instead, panting against her skin because she's too good.

if you want her to be rough, she absolutely can be. like i said, she's very strong. she can push you over the edge over and over until you're squirming, but she's got an iron grip on your hips, and you're not going anywhere.

if you do any work at a desk, the archon is more than happy to kneel between your thighs and tease you while you're busy. it won't take long for your head to fall into your hands while your hips hump her tongue, though, so. good luck with that.

and yes, you will have to push her head away or say the safe word on occasion for her to stop. she just gets so into it, and her stamina is crazy (being the archon and all). but she listens well!! she just wants to please you <3

[scaraswifeey]

NO NO YOU HAVE A POINT. HIM BEING A NOISY FUCKER IS ON POINT BECAUSE IT INCREASES HIS EGO CUZ HES MAKING YOU FEEL SO GOOD. AND HE DEFINITELY LIKES TO LISTEN TO THEM IN A SENSE THAT, (freakier version of him in my mind, yes i have different aus with him) WOULD ABSOLUTELY RECORD ASMR OF YOUR SEX LAST NIGHT AND LISTEN TO IT TO RELAX NEXT MORNING.

YES HE IS A THIGH PERSON. HE JUST IS. ITS JUST A VISUAL IMAGE OF HIS HANDS ALWAYS LANDING ON THE THIGHS LIKE IMAGINE DRIVING WITH HIM AND HES JUST GONNAONE HAND THE WHEEL CUZ THE OTHER HAND IS ON. YOUR. THIGH.

SNUGGLER IS ALSO TRUE. SCARA SCREAMS ILL TAKE CARE OF YOU THEN DUMPS A BUTTLOAD OF SWEET SWEET AFTERCARE. Then after that he just comfortably rests his fucking face on the dip of your neck if ur worn out OR If u wanna sit around more, HEAD ON THIGHS, ARMS AROUND WAIST. he's the type (for me) who would very much LOVE to be deeply entangled with you. LIKE PUZZLE PIECE ENTANGLED. this man desires to be close to you at all times that it's common for you to just know you need to lay on him (sfw and nsfw wise).

His aftercare would be cleaning you and the space up, peppering kisses or just making marks even more visible, IF ROUGH FUCK he would massage you after and when your still awake after allat, (and ik you said he wouldnt talk much cuz hes more of an action guy- AND HE IS-) he would sense the times you find it hard to or atleast dont want to sleep and he'd definitely spend the whole time talking to you about ANYTHING. until you do doze off. Like literally anything, as random as you or the direction of your conversation can be.

"What if carrots were blue?" "That's impossible, it has carotene which makes it orange." "But what if it was??" "It would be one of my favorite vegetables then"

oh HES HANDSY TOO. Like probably related to him being absolutely smitten with being physically close to you at all costs, scara is the type to just pick out strands of your hair when ur talking after a fuck. He'd rub circles on your shoulders and elbows. He'd bring you even closer to him when you're fast asleep like him spooning you and him just squeezing you further into him. Like He'd be the type to bury his face EVERYWERE OR ANYWHERE as long as it's on you to just bask in your scent.

I can imagine him really enjoying when you initiate things because that simply means he can break you bad until you bit off more than you can chew. HED LOVE TO OVERSTIM JUST BECAUSE HE KNOWS YOU AND YOUR BODY WELL ENOUGH. This also links to him doing it because he wants to hear more of you (and he won't stop until he gets you to scream his name out loud).

Scara is basically good in bed. As much of a jerk he is portrayed, if it's a partner, scara would love you truly and it will be evident in how he treats you with trust and such fragility that only he knows and you'll later on pick up on. He's still a jerk though so he'd definitely tease and well, HES JUST A JERK AT TIMES IDK HOW TO EXPAND THAT.

UGH I love him and it's insane, I can't believe I've characterized him to this point and it's just so disappointing that he's not real. Like THE WORLD CAN DO IT, IT JSUT REFUSES TO DO SO. GIVE ME ONE OF HIM I NEED IT BAD REAL BAD.

I'm still stuck on Wanderer actually eating cunt and fucking you. Like it's just been in my visions for days and I want to share more about what I keep seeing.

Like each time I'm thrown into whatever I'm being shown it's the same thing. He acts like he doesn't really want to at first but there's something about his eyes that give him away. He'll scoff a little and maybe call you desperate or slutty but he doesn't outright say he's uninterested and if you try to seduce him he NEVER pushes you away. If anything he always starts going crazy with it once he realizes that you're still interested.

Wanderer likes watching you undress too. Like for some reason I always get the distinct impression that he's actually a thigh man too. Or at least appreciates stockings a lot and likes seeing you pull them off. And it shows because when you sit on his face he is NOT shy with it and usually forces you against his mouth by holding onto your thighs and hips and pulling you against him. He has zero issues with the weight of someone and doesn't breathe so he basically just keeps you on him until he gets bored and wants to switch positions. Which sometimes is HOURS.

In these visions I always feel his energy shift when he realizes you're getting limp too. Like he enjoys it when he knows you're succumbing because for some reason he likes the idea of making a normally strong woman weak for him. I think it gets him off a little to know he's affecting someone so much.

Also his tongue is long. And he DOES use it. You'll be struggling to remain upright and the entire time he's just devouring you.

Also Wanderer seems to like noisy fuck sessions. I notice that every vision involves us being in the middle of nowhere so I think he does that on purpose so no one but him hears you.

Like in one vision we were on a mountain I think? There was a small waterfall too and Wanderer seemed more enthusiastic with his movements whenever I just started screaming and moaning wildly. Also he knows if you're faking it. You can't fake it with him.

He's very good at reading body language and even if he doesn't know something all you have to do is explain it to him once and he always remembers after that.

So if he sees what you look like when cumming he'll just try to make your body replicate those movements basically.

Also he's a snuggler. It's cute actually. Afterwards if you just lay with him for a bit he starts to get touchy and does stuff like caress your cheek or kiss your forehead. He doesn't say anything but he talks with actions and you FEEL how attached he is to you when he pulls you against him and just keeps you there. It's not a dominant energy either. It feels more like he clings to you instead.

[lavandulawrites]

Yandere Genshin Men Eating Out Their Darling

Characters: Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Capitano, Childe, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Dottore, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Kinich, Lyney, Neuvillette, Ororon, Pantalone, Pierro, Sethos, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer/ Scaramouche, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli (all separate)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

I decided to do ca. 100-200 words each character to keep it nice and simple:) (some are over 200 tho). This took me longer than expected haha. My requests are open, but read my rules before requesting <3 The translation is at the bottom!

Masterlist

Warnings: NSFW 18+, cunilingus, all sexual acts are consensual, female reader, obsession, possessiveness, some of the yandere tendencies are more subtle than others, future imprisonment, face sitting, jealousy, fingering, Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, forced marriage, reader is indifferent to some of the yandere behaviour in some of the parts, translation at the end, power imbalance, THE BLOOD IN CHILDE’S PART IS NOT PERIOD BLOOD, BUT BLOOD FROM SOMEONE HE HAD TO “SETTLE THINGS WITH”

Word count: 4779

Albedo

The unforgiving wind of the icy mountain howled against the treetops. The fireplace was lit given you much needed warmth. It had been 2 months since you had moved up into the cozy cabin high up in the mountain with the famed researcher.

His hand scissored skilfully into your cunt before his tongue joined them. The cold left you quickly as his tongue dove in deeper into your fluttering cunt.

You were glad you had taken upon the offer of the blond haired man and followed him up to Dragonspine. Here you had been happier than ever before and you believed him when he said that others would just do you harm.

Alhaitham

The scribe was a calculated and well composed man. So who would have thought he would lose his composure so easily when it came to you? Your presence was enough to make his seemingly cold manners crack and turn into poorly hidden admiration. Alhaitham did anything he could to keep you as shielded from the outside world as possible.

His muscular arms kept your legs open as he devoured you with uncharacteristic vigour. He sneered like a starved animal as he left mark after mark on your thighs. A guttural sneered left his lips as he dove his face further into the warmth of your cunt. You cooed at him lovingly as shivers of pleasure ran through your body.

Ayato

Ayato had always had his way with words. He had always had the upper hand no matter the circumstances. He was a beautiful man and he reminded you of a siren. His lilac eyes enchanted you to no extent. His touches intoxicating, leaving you wanting more. He was a dangerous man, that much you knew, but it didn’t stop you for seeking him out time after time. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but he loved you, oh so much and he kept you safe.

His bed was soft as and comforting. The doors open and welcoming in the breeze from the sea. The moon was high and clouds covered some of its white body.

The pale blue haired man was busy with burying his face between your legs were he ate you out with precision. His eyes never leaving yours as he showed you what it meant being the wife of the head of the Yashiro Commission. You found yourself melting in his touches and any thought about your parents disappeared without a trace. The smug smirk of the ethereal man was out of your understanding as you lost yourself to pleasure.

Baizhu

The Bubu Pharmacy was empty save from the two of you. The lights were dimmed and the window closed to keep the cold autumn night air out. Candles were lit to give you some much needed light. Baizhu’s trusted companion, the snake that often accompanied him, was in another room far away.

Orange reptile like eyes gazed down on you gently as he moved slowly down your body and to where you wanted him the most. His light touches teasing and making you hunger for more.

He parted your thighs skilfully as he kissed up your slit before he entered your hole with his tongue. The very same tongue which had driven your family and loved ones away with elegantly spun lies and well hidden treats.

Now the only thing you needed was him and his gentle, loving touches.

Capitano

The 1st Harbinger was a big and righteous man. He was stronger than any human that walked the earth and he never broke his word. He had first intimidated you with his size (and he still did at times), but you learned that underneath his helmet was a charming man. His charm was difficult to pinpoint as it was different from most, but it had greatly intrigued you.

His large hands held your legs firmly as they rested in his shoulders. He was kneeling at the foot of the bed with his head buried in your soaking cunt. His helmet was carefully placed on the dresser. Capitano’s long black hair fell against his shoulders as he lapped up your juices. His dark midnight blue eyes stared up at you, making you shiver under their intensity.

“You are so beautiful [Name]” his voice a groan.

You let yourself get lost in the pleasure and you couldn’t care less about the havoc he had caused when a rowdy man had accidentally bumped into you.

Childe

Blood were still coating the ginger strands of the warrior who had you pressed down on his face. The first thing he had demanded when he got home from yet another business trip, was for you to sit on his face. Who were you to deny your husband?

His grip on you were as intense as the rest of the man. His blue eyes were shut in bliss as he ate you out like it was his last meal. And if he had the choice he would die happily between your thighs as he told you at every given moment.

You didn’t last long with that damned tongue of his and before you knew it, you were clutching the headboard for much needed support. Instead of letting you get off, he simply glanced up at you with big eyes full of love and utter devotion.

As he continued to stare, it became obvious of who the blood in his hair belonged to.

Cyno

The white haired Mahamatra had his gazed locked onto your weeping cunt. His calloused hands ran down your sides till they got hold of your hips. His tongue plunged into you like a starved man and drove moan after moan out of you. He had finally managed to convince you to stay at home in his fine house as he would take care off you. Given his mannerism you could tell he was greatly pleased with himself.

His skill full tongue drove you quickly to your climax and you intertwined your hand in his white locks as he licked up your sweet release.

His red eyes looked up at you lovingly as he continued his previous pace. You were in for a long night.

Dainsleif

Blond hair tickled the sensitive skin of the inside of your thighs. The Khaenri'an’s hands were digging into the flesh of your skin as he lapped at your sweet juices. Dain had told you time after time that you were the only person that relived him of the pain that was caused of the curse that was cast upon him. As following he never let you leave him. You had long since learned that the soothing effect you had on his curse was only a tiny tiny fraction as to why he never let you leave his sight.

His groans and your soft moans were echoing through the empty halls of the ruin. The blond man drove his tongue deeper and you felt you were close. You chest heaved up and down in a rapid motion as you tried to calm down form your release.

Cerulean eyes stared up at you with devotion one normally only found in a worshipper of a god. How ironic. Words feel from his mouth which you had no means to understand, yet you felt the meaning through his unrelenting gaze. “Jeg elsker deg, jeg elsker deg, jeg elsker deg, min kjære [Name].”

Diluc

The soft glow of the fireplace warm against your naked skin. The light from the fire lighting up the muscular chest of the redhead that leaned over you. His lips locked against yours in a passionate kiss. Your tongues danced in a seductive tango which made you ache with need between your legs. Diluc hummed as he noticed your thighs pressing together.

With his head between your thighs he worked you closer and closer towards or orgasm. His movements passionate and filled with love. You ran your hair through his red locks. You were truly happy in the arms of the man who loved you more than life itself. You ignored the words of others. So what is he was overprotective and so what is he didn’t want strangers talking to you? He was only trying to protect you.

Dottore

The Doctor was a talented man when it came to the art of intimacy. It was a rather shocking discovery at first, but you was happy he had showed you his ways in the bedroom.

The threat of being imprisoned forever within the walls is his lavish manor hang low over your head like a guillotine. Despite that you couldn’t care less. Not when he was nestled between your legs and lapped at your cunt with such gentleness and love you almost wept. To awaken such emotions within the second Harbinger was a defeat in itself, one which you treasured greatly.

His groans synchronised with your moans in a symphony of love and lust. It made you curious for the future and uneasy for what he had done to your loved ones.

Gorou

The life of a general was busy and dangerous. His days existed of leading battles and giving out orders. So it was only natural he was extremely touch starved when he returned from war and to you.

When you greeted him in the hallway of their cozy home he almost leaped into your arms. You hugged him tightly, glad he wasn’t hurt. He buried his face in the crotch of your neck. “Oh how I have missed you” his voice a whisper.

Pale hands gripped your thighs in a tight grip. Blunt nails digging into your skin. Your hands held onto the headboard with enough strength so you wouldn’t collapse on the man underneath you. His tongue drilled fast and deep into your drenched cunt. He was eating you out like a wild dog. Your every nerves was haywire.

Your breath hitched as Gorou drove you faster and faster to your climax. The brown haired man beneath you muttered chants of “I love you” against your clit over and over again. He had promised you when you pulled you onto the bed that he would never ever leave you again, and judging by his intense look you believed him.

Heizou

Slim fingers ran down your thighs leaving goosebumps in their wake. Dark red hair brushed against your nose. Light green eyes gazed into your eyes with lust and love. Your lips locked in a soft kiss. He tasted sweet like cherries. Your lips pulled apart and you could feel him smirking.

“You have no idea how much I love you, need you” his sensual voice whispered against your lips. He gave you one last deep kiss before he lowered his head down and kissed trails down to where you needed him the most.

You kissed your inner thigh till he reached your sweet cunt. He kissed it once, twice, before he gave it a good lick. You moaned at his moment.

He snickered teasingly as he pushed his tongue inside your spongy walls. He moaned loudly at your taste.

“Archons, you tasted heavenly” he sighed in between licks. His thumb found your clit which he stroked and rubbed skilfully.

You could feel the knot in your lower abdomen getting closer and closer to snapping. Before you knew it you came all over the beautiful face of the man between your thighs.

In your blissful trance you were completely unaware of the documents on his nightstand that read the reports of your future disappearance.

Itto

The horns of the oni was hard and cool underneath your hold. As you rubbed the base the large oni groaned in pleasure. He had you on his face in a tight hold as he ravaged your cunt with such hunger only an oni could posses. As his tongue swirled over your clit in a slow harsh manner, your dread upon seeing him tear the men who had backed you in an alley, in half slowly disappeared.

Your chest heaved as you tightened your hold on his horn which egged him on further. His movements speed up and it didn’t take long before you saw stars. You slumped forwards, but his strong large hands kept you upright.

“I love you so, so much” he murmured against your thigh.

Kaeya

The blue haired captain had without no doubt murdered the annoying tavern patrons in cold blood. Despite that, you felt safe in his arms as he pleasured your cunt with his slivered tongue. His lone eye glanced up at you with a hooded lid which sent a warm jolt down in your cunt.

He was as skilled with his tongue when it came to pleasuring you as he was at whispering you lies that fuelled your dependence on him.

He held you in a tight embrace as you came down form your high. His honeyed voice whisper sweet nothings into your ears and you felt safe in his arms.

Kaveh

Blond locks tickled your thighs as the architect lapped at your cunt. He had been extremely stressed and panicked when he came home to your shared home. He had admitted that he was afraid of someone better coming to whisk you away. You were the only thing that kept him sane. You had stroked his hair reassuringly and told him you would never leave him. Before you both knew it you had ended up in to sofa, with him nestled between your thighs.

You pulled at his soft locks which earned you a grown which reverberated against your cunt. You threw your head back against the cushion. Kaveh had always put your pleasure before his and he had always had a talented for making you feel better than anyone else could.

With a swirl of your clit and thorough the lapping of his wet muscle you came so heard you saw stars. You thought that he must be a gift sent by the gods beyond the sky as he licked up your excessive juices with loud moans.

He leaned over you as he started lovingly into your eyes. “You are never allowed to leave me, ever” he kissed you passionately. His grip on your shoulders was hard as if he was afraid you would run away.

Kazuha

The white haired samurai had always intrigued you. He was a wise man with a connection to nature you could only hope to fully understand. He was so so kind and gentle towards you, yet you had just witnessed him slashing down a group of drunken sailors who had gotten a little too friendly with you. His snowy haired had been stained red as he pulled you into a tight embrace, relived you were okay. You were shaken up by the sight you had just seen before you and he had kissed your face as he had whispered reassuring words. Every word he utters from his pale lips felt like a warm blanket. They always seemed to calm you.

You had helped him wash his hair and as his hair grew more and more white, his desire for you became more and more visible. You had pulled him into a kiss with led to you being laid out on the soft sheepskin rug in the middle of the bathroom.

His tongue wasn’t only good at uttering poetic words, but it was also extremely skilled in the art of pleasure. He ate you out gentle and sensual with his hands gripping your thighs. Every time the started close do to you being so lost in please, he pushed them open firmly. His red eyes held your gaze through the many orgasms he drew out of you. You had now completely forgotten all about the sounds of Kazuha’s katana slashing through the throats of the sailors.

Kinich

The ancient name bearer was a honest man. He believed in getting straight to the point and he rarely kept secrets. Hence why he told you quite early on after he had realised his feelings, what he felt for you. You had been foolish in believing it was just a normal crush and not an endless abyss of love and obsession which had scared his little dragon companion.

You had invited the hazel eyed young man into your home, without knowing that day would be your last day of freedom. After his visited, he would bring you home with him.

You laid spread out onto your bed with the dark haired man planted between your legs. His tongue hungrily ate you out and he swallowed as much slick he possible could. You whispered a soft “I love you” which made him completely lose his composure.

Lyney

White doves, flashy card tricks and well thought out magic performances became a part of your daily life after you accepted Lyney’s love. His feline eyes never left your form and his hand was always near you. He sneered passive aggressive threats at everyone who dared getting close to you. It had starting to get exhausting calming down your possessive lover. Luckily you had come up with a solution.

Burying his head into your cunt had surprisingly calming effects on the magician. He moaned at your sweet taste as his pale lilac eyes fell shut. His tongue was as talented as his fingers and brought you to orgasm after orgasm. You had started to wonder if he actually possessed magical powers after he brought you to your fourth orgasm that night.

Unbeknownst to you, was that the cunning magician had purposely lashed out more than normal at the travelling market you two had visited in order to be granted access between your legs. It was a grand feast for him and a pleasurable act for you, so it was a win win for both parties, wouldn’t you agree?

Neuvillette

The dragon had laid you down on the plush bed. Your skin flat against the silk sheets. His hold on you were gentle, but possessive. Despite his perfectly crafted façade he was only a dragon, and dragons did not ever want to share their treasures. Seeing you surrounded by so many who wanted to congratulate you on your marriage shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did. He had clenched his jaw and dragged you upstairs to his private quarters.

His tongue was skilled and held an authority which made you blush. His pale fingers joined his tongue and brought you to a pleasure you knew you would never find with another man. You let yourself lose control of your body and gave your entire being to the awaiting dragon.

Ororon

The dark haired man was a desperate man. He clung to you as if you were his lifeline and for all you knew, maybe you were. His mismatched eyes held an obsession that ran deeper than the well that was outside his home.

He kissed your lower lips sloppily, but with such passion the poets of Mondstadt could never hope to achieve. He whimpered at the sweet taste of you and his kisses deepened. His lips parted from your sweet cunt and shifted to your inner thigh were he sunk his fangs into. You hissed as he sucked a purple hickey onto your sensitive.

“I should mark you up so no one gets any funny ideas about who you belong to” his sweet voice drowning out any other thoughts and filling them all with him.

Pantalone

Ringed fingers stroked the inside of your thighs as the dark haired Harbinger held your thighs. His pretty lips curled up into a smile that made your cheeks redden. He laughed at your embraced appearance. “Aren’t you the sweetest?” he purred as he kissed the inner of your thighs slowly, teasingly.

When his lips finally reached you were you wanted it the most you couldn’t help the small sounds that escaped your lips. The sounds only pushed him further on as he quickly and suddenly plunged his tongue deep inside. He moved his tongue skilfully as one of his hands found your clit which he rubbed gently.

The ring on your finger which symbolised the eternal binding you had to him felt like a part of you as you came undone on the silver tongue of the banker. It was as if your distaste of the marriage had never happened at all.

Pierro

The director of the Harbingers was a cold and collected man, but when it came to you he was different. The coldness thawed and was replaced with a warmth that lulled your senses. His large hands moved in precision that came with the many years he had lived. The marriage he had forced upon you didn’t seem as bad as you laid in the bed of his elegantly decorated bedroom with relics he had collected throughout the years.

His right hand held onto your thigh as the other held onto your and. Your hands intertwined. On of your legs were popped up on his shoulder as his tongue worked inside your tight hole. He was rather quiet save for a few grunt here and there, but it was obvious he enjoyed himself greatly.

As you came you tightened your hold on his hand and he kissed your thigh gently in a sign of his undying love.

Sethos

The tent was cramped, but with a miracle he had made it cozy. Blankets were covering the ground followed by pillows. Sethos was pressed between your thighs as he worshipped your cunt like it was an ancient goddess. His wild locks had fallen down his shoulders and framed his beautiful face. His gemstone like eyes found yours as he continued to please you with his tongue.

You could tell he was relieved to find you unharmed after the encounter with the bandits. You hadn’t dared to ask what he did to them afterwards, but you decided it was best to ignore it. You knew he would never hurt you, but you couldn’t help but feel bad for the bandits that had the misfortune to encounter the clever young man.

Thoma

The blond housekeeper had always been so very gentle and careful when it came to you. It made you wonder if he was scared you would break if he applied a little more pressure. Tonight however was different.

His hands dug into your skin as his tongue worked you up with fast and harsh movements. You couldn’t hold back the soft moans that fell from your lips. You closed your eyes as he ate you out.

His jealousy was evident in his tight hold. He had been seething through his usually calm and friendly expression. He couldn’t stand seeing other men lay their slimy hands on someone who belonged to him. Who knew what they would do to you?

Tighnari

Soft ears flicked as a deep groan sounded from deep within the chest of the forests watcher. His was eating you with carnal desire that had first surprised you. His arms snaked around your waist in a protective manner.

Tighnari had always been extremely overprotective for as long as you had known him. You had after a time, welcomed that side of him after you realised he only meant you well. His company was all you needed and you had started to forget how it was being with your friends.

A groan left his lips as he lapped up your release with a hunger fever. You let your fingers run along his ear which earned you a strangled moan. His hazel eyes gazed up into yours which such love. Why seek freedom when you had the sweetest lover?

Venti

The playful bard was happily lapping at your wet cunt. His fingers gently caressed your skin. His nose pushed against your clit as he angled his head in order to reach deeper into you.

Venti was a firm believer in freedom, and freedom he had given you. It had surprised you at first how a man with so deep feelings for you at the point you could envision him creeping into the cavity of your chest in order to be closer to you, letting you roam freely within the city. He had let you do as you wished, except talking to other men alone. Whenever a male counterpart approached you, his green eyes filled with rage was he stepped in and dragged you away.

Wanderer/ Scaramouche

Cold breath fanned over your lower half as he bent his face down. His beautiful face ethereal in the moonlight as his eyes found yours. Love and desperation swirled in the violets.

He swirled his tongue around your clit which made you gasp. His cold hand intertwined with yours in a gentle, but firm hold. He had always had the need to know where you were at all times and when you weren’t within his reach he became irritable and lashed out at anyone who dared to talk to him. You had long suspected that there was more to him than what he had told you. One thing was sure, his love for you ran deeper than the roots of the giants trees in the rainforest.

He ate you out with such emotion you were taken aback. The usual snarky man was now glossy in the eyes as his eyes raked across your face.

The moonlight cast long shadows over the bedroom as you came. At that very moment you didn’t care about how he didn’t want you to spend time with your friends. For was it really that bad to only be with him? Was it really that bad to be with the man you love?

Wriothesley

Strong hands held your hips in place as his face burrowed into your crotch. A few groans escaped his lips as his tongue works up your slit. His nose against your clit. Your eyes started up into the ceiling as you moaned. The Duke had had a bad day and he had wanted nothing more than to burrow his head between your thighs and eat you out for hours.

It had become an everyday occurrence with him nestled nicely between your thighs. You had long since stopped complaining about not being able to see the sun that hung high above the blue Fontainian waters.

“You are such a good girl, [Name]. Let me take care of you” his chin was glimmering with slick. His tongue swept over his chin in a hum. “You’re gonna be safe here. I’m glad you finally realise such” he kissed your inner thigh before he dove back in. What he said was true. You were going to be happy with him down in the Fortress.

Xiao

Golden predatory eyes held your gaze as the long fingers of the adeptus plugged into your cunt. The slick sounds filling the room accompanied by your uneven breathing. His mouth locked around your clit as he gave it a hard suck which sent shivers down your spine. Xiao was a man of few words, but that didn’t bother you. He had his own ways of showing you his love.

His ravenous tongue accompanied his fingers as he began his feast. The bedroom at his private quarters at the inn was dimly lit. A lone candle was burning on the nightstand. Your gaze wandered to the open window which overlooked the marsh and the land that stretched beyond. You longed for your freedom, but you didn’t want to part from the adeptus you loved so dearly. Maybe one day you two would traverse the world beyond the surrounding land of the inn.

Zhongli

Strong warm hands pinned you down as soft lips kissed down to your cunt. His hauntingly beautiful eyes met yours as he gently bit down onto your skin. His sharp teeth almost breaking the skin, but he parted before it started to hurt. He had time after time showed you he knew both you and your body better than everyone else.

The contract that laid neatly on the dark wooden nightstand was temporarily forgotten as he worked your through your nth orgasm for the night. His long silky brown hair fell over his shoulders as he tipped your head up into a deep kiss. His tongue invited yours to a dance of pleasure and love. He parted with your lips after a moment that felt like an eternity.

“I will make you happy for eternity. Just sign the contract and I will take care of everything else” his deep voice reverberated through his broad chest.

You nodded, oblivious to what would happen to you when you signed your name onto the golden paper. Your faith was in his hands, but he promised he would take care of you. You were his future wife after all.

Translation

Norwegian → English

“Jeg elsker deg” = “I love you”

“Min kjære” = “My dear”

[chiscaralight]

men who are so cocky about their dick game. he tells his friends he can fuck whoever he wants, whenever he wants and they'd be all over him for another round! no statement can be proven true without at least one example, so they make a bet—you. all he has to do is get you to admit you’d do almost anything for another fuck, and he had whatever rights he wants for a month.

and it’s fairly easy to coerce you into his bed; he’s not even upset either. your voice is silty and your moves as you dance are oh-so-sexy, even without the bet he probably would’ve tried to find a way to get in your pants regardless of the reason.

but he’s awestruck at how amazing you feel, groaning a deep fuuuck as he slides into you. is pussy supposed to feel this good? he’s practically losing his mind over here. your smaller hand is gripping his bicep as he bottoms out, pretty lashes barely cracking open as you meet his eyes. you’re so fucking gorgeous that he could cum from the sight alone, but he’s on a mission… that he actually forgot.

because you’re going a stupid amount of rounds that night; him bending you into all forms and positions so he can fuck you just right. you’re more than accommodating, sickly sweet in the way you fuck back and he swears he’s found his match made in heaven.

even when you try to leave after a couple of hours, he’s pressing his chest to your back, rough fingers dancing dangerously close to your sore clit as you attempt to pull your skirt back up. you should be going, you really should. but his breath is just so hot against your neck and his fingers are already sliding past your ruined underwear—come on, are you actually supposed to say no?

and he ends up catching you in some random convenience store two days later, nudging you slightly to get your attention. it’s completely shameless how he describes how much he’s been thinking about you, he needs those sweet lips wrapped around his cock again. wait, shouldn’t this be the other way round?

he guesses he can bend the story just a teensy bit to his guys in a couple of days because you’re the one who abandoned your somewhat full shopping cart to let him press you against the bathroom wall. his hand is pressed hard over your mouth as he fills you up with his thick length again, biting back another groan as you squeeze around him. fuck the bet honestly, he just wants you.

GENSHIN IMPACT: tartaglia, SCARAMOUCHE, itto, kaeya, shikanoin heizou,

HONKAI: STAR RAIL: gallagher, BOOTHILL, aventurine, JING YUAN, SAMPO, CAELUSSSSS, jiaoqiu

JUJUTSU KAISEN: GOJO, geto, toji, sukuna

+ your favs!

[angelsrcute]

Baby, keep your eyes on me. ౨ৎ

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — yandere men who'd tie up someone and fuck you infront of them if they jealous. Gosh, the fucking audacity. How dare that fucker look at you in a wrong way? it's as if his hand on your waist and the way he clings to you isn't enough. Your head pushed into the pillow, your ass up in the air as he fucks you to next week, his other hand gripping into your waist. Ouch, that would leave marks.

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ— The bound stranger struggles to get out of the chair, screams muffled. Loud moans echoing in the room, your ass red from the spankings, it hurts! Well, who cares, at this point you can only think about how well his cock slides in n out of you, stretching you out, hittin' all your good spots. The lewd sight, full on display for that unfortunate man :(

“Such a stupid slut, gettin' off of this, do you like this? gettin' fucked in front of someone? tsk, can't even keep quiet like a good girl,”

Oh, well what happens to the guy after that is a mystery! :3

Leona, ROOK, Leech twins, Blade, Boothill, Asmo, Barbatos, Childe, Sukuna, TOJI, Scara, Pantalone, Chuuya, DAZAI, Akutagawa + your favs.