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angelic--kitty · 3 days ago

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okay, hear me out... TRANSFEM! XILONEN IN HEAT 🗣️💥💥🗣️💥

ପ( xilonen in rut )ଓ

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, transfem!xilonen x sub!fem reader, xilonen is in rut and her dick is spiny (🤧), breeding kink, size kink, cunnilingus

a/n: the double ask was crazyyy bro really wanted me to hear them out on xilonen 😭😭😭 but i got you 🫡 though im gonna call it rut 😭

"xilonen-"

she stares blankly at you, ears tilted back slightly and twitching, her nails digging into the wood of the table.

"are you listening-"

she stares at your body, the soft curves of your frame, picturing her hands on your hips, yanking you back against her-

"xilonen, the table!" your voice finally snaps her from her thoughts. she looks down, seeing the nasty marks her claws have left in your shared kitchen table.

"shit," she sighs, smoothing the placemat back down over to cover it. "sorry, i've been so out of it." her eyes glance away, tail lashing, showing her irritation as you frown.

"is something wrong?" you ask softly, your hand covering hers as she bristles, and you move closer. "you're burning up." the back of your hand lays against her forehead, your body nearly pressing to hers.

xilonen grunts, pushing your body away. "i'm fine, really. i should get back to work-"

you scoff, finally having enough of her dismissive attitude. "okay, now i know something is wrong and you're just hiding it. you? finding an excuse to work? and not to mention after you've come home already. so, what's going on?"

you watch as she sighs, hand pushing her hair away from her face. "it's my rut." she says plainly, not one to beat around the bush. "normally, it's no problem for me. but for some reason i just... it's you." she bristles, catching you off guard.

"me?" your voice is sharp, confused as she finally sits up, ears flicking with irritation. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"i mean it's you. i can't stop thinking about you. archons, you make it impossible for me." she shifts around in her seat, and for the first time, you finally notice the bulge in her shorts.

"oh- oh fuck. i'm sorry-" your eyes are wide, concerned, and archons, it makes xilonen harder imagining you looking up at her like that while she fucks you. "i didn't think- archons, you've been working like that all day?"

normally, you would avert your eyes until you were in the bedroom, but you just can't help yourself, eyeing her shyly. "you know, i'm your partner. if something is wrong, i want you to tell me plainly." your face feels hot as you finally make eyecontact with her again. "which obviously you did, and you're really good at it." you mumble.

she can tell you're embarrassed, but you collect yourself, slowly standing up and walking towards her chair.

you slowly ease into her lap, your clothed cunt pressing to her barely contained bulge as she hisses.

"fuck." her hands grab your hips, claws lightly digging in.

"why were you keeping your rut a secret? you know you can have me anytime you-"

"you don't understand." she asserts, her head falling forward, resting on your shoulder as she breathes softly against your neck. "it's more than just fucking you."

her sharp teeth graze your neck as her hand tugs your shirt down to give her access to your skin. "i need to breed you."

you go silent for a moment, feeling her press you down against her harder, the firmness pushed up to your clit. "xilonen-" you gasp for her, grabbing at her biceps. "yes- yes- please-"

she is about to argue, when you begin to roll your hips against her, wringing out gasps of her own.

she lifts you up with ease, your legs wrapped around her hips as she rushes the both of you to the bedroom. it's messy and hot, your tongues sliding over each other, sharp teeth making their home in your neck as she kicks the door open, tossing you onto the bed.

before you can sit up, she pushes you down, one of her hands easily caging both of yours down against the soft blankets. her tail tickles you as it sways, and her eyes trail slowly up your body, drinking you in.

your clothes are practically shredded off, and you find yourself on all fours, face pressed to the sheets with her tongue inside of your cunt.

she kneels for you, one hand holding you open while her other remains occupied, wrapped around her cock as she jerks herself off. you can feel her shaking from the movements, feel her moaning into your pussy, and it drives you insane.

her hips jerk up, cock sensitive and desperate to fuck you full as she pulls away, saliva connecting you to her as she pants. "are you ready?" she asks you gently, uncharacteristically, really.

you turn around, gently cupping your cheek, nodding as she mounts you, sliding herself through your wetness. before you can beg her, she begins to slide herself in.

you whimper, feeling that she's much bigger this time, and the spines are more pronounced. not painful, but designed to keep you locked together. your hands grasp the bedsheets. "xilonen- you're...why are you so-"

"i know," she grunts, her full chest smushed against your back. "sorry- m'sorry." she rushes to apologize, giving you kisses and licks across your skin as she stretches you further than you've ever felt with her.

you melt from how soft her voice is, how she tries desperately to restrain herself from fucking you roughly, like you know she wants to. you see claw marks in the sheets, hear her grunting and mumbling to herself, and so you lay lax beneath her. "fuck me- please...need it so bad-"

you don't even finish your sentence before she shoves herself impossibly deeper. generally, xilonen isn't one to have this much energy, though it seems she has much to spare in her rut with how she jackhammers into you.

she can't help but picture you as a cute, noisy little toy. you practically disappear under the size of her body anyways, and the grip your pussy had on her left her throbbing. her spines catch on your walls, refusing to let her out as you cry for her, hips grinding back against her cock.

she leans down, shoving you against the mattress, kissing your neck to get you to relax as she fucks you, leaving such a pretty bulge in your lower stomach. her hand smooths over your skin, groaning at the feel of herself inside you. all the while, you whimper for her, squirming beneath her body.

her fingers slide down to your clit, ensuring that you cum first. even in her rut-filled fantasies, she puts you first.

when it comes time to fill you up, she shoves herself as deep as she can, biting down on your shoulder, holding you still as you feel her cum flood your pussy.

your left speechless, writhing, yet being held still as you pant, your cries turning to soft little mumbles as she lays you on your side. she doesn't pull out, nor does she move, only flopping down next to you, pulling you close.

"xilonen..."

"mmm."

"i need to clean up."

xilonen only scoffs, peering one of her eyes open. "oh? but it'd be a waste. you didn't think we were done yet, right?"

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fangdokja · 2 days ago

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♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,070

The first time you realized you were different, you were eight years old.

Your classmate had shoved you down during recess, the sting of gravel biting into your palms, tiny rivers of red threading through scraped skin. You should’ve cried. Should’ve screamed. Should’ve gone running to the teacher, a wail of injustice trembling on your lips.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you stared at your own blood, transfixed by the sting, by the heat pooling low in your stomach. It didn’t hurt the way you thought it should. It didn’t burn, didn’t ache—not in the way you’d seen on other kids’ faces when they fell and skinned their knees. No, this was something else, something deeper. It coiled around your ribs, settled in your bones, whispered to you in a language you wouldn’t understand for years.

Now you do.

Masochist.

Not the soft kind. Not the playful, safe-word-riddled fantasy people read about in their cheap romance novels. You crave something filthier. Something that strips you down, shatters you, molds you into something new in the hands of someone stronger, crueler, meaner than you. You crave humiliation, the sick thrill of being used, the feeling of being nothing more than a body, a plaything, a helpless, desperate thing waiting to be ruined.

But no one would ever know.

Your face is blank. Your voice is flat. People mistake your silence for apathy, for distance, never realizing that, beneath it, something writhes, something dark and unspeakable. You never let it slip. Never let anyone see the way your breath catches at a sharp tone, the way your pulse quickens when someone grips your wrist just a little too tightly.

Until him.

Your bully. Your nightmare. The monster who haunts your every step.

He’s everything you should fear—tall, broad, with a reputation that makes people lower their gazes when he walks by. A graduating senior with nothing to lose and a penchant for making your life hell. He doesn’t just torment you; he fixates. You don’t know why. You don’t know what he sees in you that makes him so relentless, so cruel.

“You got that dead-fish look again.”

His voice scrapes down your spine, dragging you back to the present. You blink up at him, caged between his arms, his body a wall of heat and malice.

“Aw, don’t tell me you like it?”

Your stomach twists. He doesn’t know. He can’t know. You force your face to remain blank, your voice steady. “Like what?”

His grin widens. “Getting bullied.”

Your breath stutters. His eyes catch it. His fingers twitch, as if he wants to grab you right then and there. He always sees too much. Always knows too well.

His hands slam against the wall beside your head, bracketing you in. You should shrink away. Should try to push past him. But you don’t.

“You’re annoying.”

He hums, head tilting, considering you. Then, suddenly, he grabs your chin, his grip just shy of bruising, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“And you’re a little liar.”

Something inside you fractures.

✦✧✦✧

You should’ve known better than to let him get you alone.

The party is loud, suffocating. You hadn’t wanted to come, but your roommate had insisted. And now you’re here, trapped in a stranger’s bedroom, the bass of the music downstairs rattling through the floor, your breath shallow as he looms over you.

He’s drunk. Not sloppy, not swaying—no, this is worse. This is the kind of drunk that makes him more dangerous, more unfiltered. More him.

“You ever wonder why I fuck with you so much?” he muses, stepping closer, backing you toward the mattress. “Why I always have to remind you where you stand?”

Your throat tightens. “I don’t care.”

He clicks his tongue. “Yeah? Then why are you shaking?”

His fingers graze your arm, raising goosebumps in their wake. You try to shove him away, but he catches your wrist easily, twisting it behind your back, pulling you against his chest.

Your stomach clenches. He’s so much bigger. So much stronger. The scent of him—smoke, sweat, something darker, something male—fills your lungs, makes your head light, makes your pulse race.

He dips his head, his breath hot against your ear. “Tell me to stop.”

You should. You should shove him, slap him, scream.

But you don’t.

His grip tightens. His other hand slides under your shirt, fingers dragging over the bare skin of your waist, pressing, kneading, claiming. “See?” His voice is thick with satisfaction. “You like this.”

Your face burns. “I don’t—”

He shoves you onto the bed, forcing you down, your face against the mattress. “Liar.”

Your breath stutters. Your hands claw at the sheets, but he’s already on you, his weight pressing you down, his hands wrenching your legs apart.

“You always act so tough,” he murmurs, his voice a dark promise. “Always act like you don’t care. But this—” his palm cracks against your ass, sharp and loud, making you jolt—“this is what you really want, isn’t it?”

You bite down on your lip, mortification curling hot in your stomach. He’s so cruel, so demeaning, spitting out each word like it’s something disgusting, something filthy.

And yet, it only makes you burn hotter.

Then he’s pressing in, thick, unrelenting, stretching you wide. A sharp gasp tears from your throat, your body tensing, struggling to take him.

He groans, his hands clamping down on your hips. “Fuck—you were made for this.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. He’s too deep, too thick, stuffing you full in a way that feels impossible. You can barely breathe, your walls clenching helplessly around him.

“You feel that?” His voice is rough, almost slurred with pleasure. “How you’re sucking me in? Fucking desperate.”

Your nails dig into the sheets. Shame burns at your throat, at the way your body betrays you.

He laughs, low and mean, rutting into you harder. “Gonna fuck that dead-fish look right off your face.”

Your mouth falls open, a choked noise escaping. He’s relentless, his thrusts brutal, using you like a toy, like a thing made for him.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growls, his pace turning frantic. “Make sure you never forget who you fucking belong to.”

And the worst part?

You want it.

You want it so badly it makes your head spin, makes your body tremble, makes you break apart completely under him.

You were always meant to be his.

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mona-risms · 2 days ago

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eating. ayaka out in the kamisato clan janitors closet or smth ❤️ (u make sure to clean the estate until its spotless a few hours before so that theres no chance thoma randomly barges in LMAO) 🐡

bonus points if you hold down her thighs to keep them open and keep on going until shes overstimulated and whimpering with tears running down her face while begging for you to slow down… she still holds up her skirt for you like a good girl tho

UghgghgbhFUCK I need to ruin my baby girl so BAAAAD uhg thank you. So much for this thought

Even with the two of you making absolutely sure that Thoma doesn't interrupt you, she STILL tries to keep her voice down and ohhhh the little bitten-off whines and whimpers that escape her while you eat her out ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ like wouldn't you wanna ruin her even more, even when her poor legs are all shaky from the overstim???

FUCK imagine she even like. She holds her skirt up by putting the hem of it up to her mouth and bites into it while her nails dig into your head, and her muffled out pleas of needing to slow down's so very contrary to how she's trying to tug you even closer to her sopping wet cunt :(((((

BONUS² points if you draw back slightly just to replace your tongue with your fingers as you tell her how literally ANYONE could walk past and hear the both of you at any minute bc be so fr wood's not very good sound insulation 🤗🤗 and watch her sob and stutter out straight-up incoherency while you feel her insides clench on your fingers at the thought before gushing out cum for god knows how many times it's been

And yk what? She'll thank you every time, whether or not you outright praise her for being such a good girl for you and letting you do whatever you wanted to her with it being more slurred and indignified than the last time 🫶 god I love MY SHAYLAAAAA

#mona's appetisers...#mona's restricted menu...#gala attendee: 🐡.#ayaka x reader #genshin ayaka x reader #ayaka smut #sub ayaka #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact smut #sub genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin smut #sub genshin #genshin women x reader #genshin women imagines #genshin women smut #sub genshin women

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crimsoncandy04 · 1 day ago

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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.

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kzrosa-writes · 4 months ago

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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 !! ♡

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gojosoups · 4 months ago

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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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angelsrcute · 1 year ago

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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.

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affableramen · 5 months ago

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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.

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lavandulawrites · 5 months ago

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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”

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angelic--kitty · 2 days ago

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eating out signora under her table while she's on a meeting, oh my goddddd

☆ eating signora out at her desk ☆

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, dom!signora x sub!fem reader, cunnilingus (s!receiving), exhibitionism

a/n: yeahhhh. let's do it. i love signora

her hand rooted itself firmly into your hair beneath her desk, sharp nails digging into your scalp as she kept your mouth up against her.

she kept her fluffy coat draped over you, ensuring you stayed hidden beneath her desk while she held an important meeting with two of her officers.

of course, they could tell what was going on. they could hear your muffled whimpers, though they stayed completely still in their seats, not wanting to piss their superior off.

and while her poker face was very good, it wasn't perfect. anytime you sucked her clit just right, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips slightly opened, a soft exhale falling out.

"speak!" she barked at the officers, watching them scramble to give her their reports, awkwardly averting her gaze, but not daring to even glance downward towards her desk.

she bobs your head for you as you eat her out, hips grinding against your tongue. "get out of my office." she suddenly snapped, her free hand gripping her desk as they rush out, most likely grateful she had grown irritated.

the door slammed shut, and in an instant she pushed the coat open, putting your nude body on display for her as you stare up through your lashes. the soft fur of her coat brushes your skin, and a cute moan slips out of your lips and into her.

signora laughs, fucking your face as you hold onto her thighs for balance. "archons, you're such a good little slut, huh? desperate for anything i'll give you, is that it?"

she gets cut off by a soft groan as your tongue slides inside of her, and she tuts. "greedy." yet, she makes no move to stop you, only rocking her hips against your mouth and letting everyone know exactly what was going on behind closed doors.

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fangdokja · 1 day ago

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♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,126

The air crackles, thick and suffocating, humming with an unseen violence that pricks at your skin. It seeps into your bones, coils around your ribs, constricts, squeezes—tight, tight, too tight.

You barely register the weight of your classmate’s hand, his nails biting into your wrist like a parasite burrowing deep. He shoves you, again and again, until your back meets the unyielding cold of the courtyard wall. There’s a sneer curling his lips, something ugly, something hungry—something that makes your stomach churn and twist into itself.

You don’t fight it.

You don’t even flinch.

That sick, familiar heat blooms in your stomach before you can snuff it out. It settles, an ember waiting to ignite, a sensation too close to pleasure, too filthy to name. And then—

It all vanishes.

In a blink, the hand is gone, ripped away so violently that the sound of bone meeting flesh reverberates through the air like a gunshot. A strangled cry rings out, but it’s short-lived, choked down to a gurgle as your classmate’s body crumples to the ground. A boot slams onto his chest, pressing, pressing, harder, harder, until the ribs beneath creak like brittle twigs ready to snap.

Your bully doesn’t even spare him a glance.

His gaze is on you.

And it burns.

“You really don’t give a fuck who does it, do you?”

A muscle jumps in his jaw, his fingers twitch at his sides, curled so tight his knuckles gleam white under the dim courtyard lights. His entire body hums with restrained fury, wound taut as a predator moments from the kill.

He steps closer.

Your stomach knots.

“You let him touch you?” His voice is a blade, honed and jagged.

Your mouth parts, but nothing comes out. You should say no. Should tell him it didn’t mean anything, that you didn’t want it, that it wasn’t the same—but that would be a lie, wouldn’t it? And he has always read you too well.

The grin that spreads across his face is slow, deliberate, sharp as a razor pressed against tender flesh. His hand snaps up, fingers curling around your throat—not squeezing, not yet, just pressing, just feeling the way your pulse thrums wildly beneath his touch.

Possessive. Branding.

“You fucking like it, don’t you?” His breath is hot against your skin, his voice a dark, velvety thing dripping with malice. “You don’t care where it comes from, as long as someone’s putting their hands on you.”

Your fingers twitch.

His grip tightens. Just slightly.

Heat licks up your spine.

“You wanna be treated like a whore so bad, huh?” A cruel chuckle vibrates in his chest as his free hand trails down your side, slow, measured, savoring. It ghosts over your hip, dips lower, shoves your skirt up with a lazy sort of cruelty. “That why you let some pathetic little bitch lay his hands on you?”

A sharp yank, and you’re pulled forward, ripped from the wall and into his chest. The scent of him engulfs you—smoke, musk, something biting and sharp that makes your head swim.

Then he’s dragging you away.

The world blurs. The courtyard, the gasping classmate sprawled in the dirt, the hushed murmurs of onlookers who know better than to intervene. None of it matters.

You don’t register the slam of your back against a door until the lock clicks, sealing you inside his dorm, trapping you in the heavy silence that follows.

He doesn’t hesitate.

His mouth crashes against your throat, teeth sinking in, claiming, marking. Hands shove and tug, tearing fabric, stripping you bare with a single-minded intensity that borders on feral. He maps out your skin with bruising touches, carving his name into your flesh with every press, every bite, every ragged breath.

“You think anyone else could handle you?” he growls, dragging you onto the bed, shoving your thighs apart like he owns them. “You think some weak fucking coward could give you what I do?”

Your breath stutters. Your body trembles. But you don’t answer.

You don’t need to.

He sees it.

He sees the way your body responds to him, the way your thighs twitch when he spits on his fingers, rubbing the slick mess over your clit in slow, mocking circles.

“Pathetic little thing,” he murmurs, thick with disdain, with something deeper, something dangerously close to obsession. “You need someone to break you, don’t you?”

The blunt, heavy drag of his cock against your entrance steals the air from your lungs, slick smearing over flushed skin, teasing, taunting.

And then he’s inside.

You choke on a gasp.

Too big. Too much. The stretch is brutal, splitting you open inch by inch, forcing your walls to yield, to accommodate, to take. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t let you breathe—he snaps his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt, a groan rumbling from deep in his chest.

“Mine.”

The word is a growl, a snarl, punctuated by the bruising grip of his hands on your waist as he drags you closer, as he forces you to take him deeper, deeper, deeper.

Your nails claw at his shoulders, useless, desperate. Your head spins.

“You’re never letting anyone else touch you again,” he hisses, pulling back just enough to slam into you again, sharp, punishing, brutal. “I see it—I see the way you fucking like this.”

Shame curls around your ribs, tight and suffocating.

But it’s too late to deny it.

He pounds into you, fast and unrelenting, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs, each slap of skin against skin hammering in the humiliating truth—

You love it.

You love how cruel he is, how easily he manhandles you, how he spits out every insult like it’s the filthiest thing he’s ever said.

“Little fucking masochist,” he mutters, voice low and mocking. “You don’t even care what I do to you, do you?”

His teeth sink into your shoulder, his hips snapping forward, hitting something deep, something devastating.

A sharp cry spills from your lips.

His grin is feral.

“You’re gonna take every fucking drop,” he breathes, thick with possession, with something darker, more insidious. “Gonna fill you up, make sure you know exactly who you belong to.”

Your body clenches around him, the coil in your stomach twisting, winding, ready to snap.

He slams you flat against the mattress, his full weight crushing, suffocating, his cock twitching, thick and pulsing—

And then he’s spilling into you, burying himself so deep you swear you can feel it in your stomach.

For a moment, he doesn’t move.

He just lets you feel it. The heat. The weight.

Then, finally, he chuckles, low and mean, lips pressing against your temple.

“No one else,” he murmurs, satisfied. “Only me.”

And you don’t have the strength to argue.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

♡ 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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I like to imagine Navia is into rough sex!!! What do u think wife!!!

I think you're absolutely valid for that wife 🤗🤗

I think Navia would love both soft AND rough sex—she absolutely ADORES being pampered, but she also can't deny that there's a certain thrill to being treated roughly. I think she'd jokingly pull some shit about how you shouldn't manhandle a classy lady, least of all the lead of Spina di Rosula of ALL people, but be so fr rn her pupils are completely blown 🤭🤭🤭🤭

SHE WANTS YOU TO HAVE YOUR WAY WITH HER!!!!! She wants to put her constantly-thinking mind in the backseat—being the President is a LOT of work for her brainpower—and let you take control in however way you want. She'll absolutely tease you as well, or play the innocent little brat ("my hair isn't a leash--") but her thighs are squeezing you anyway, and she's dripping slick like a leaking tap

BONUS BONUS BONUS IF YOU MESS UP HER MAKEUP HOLY SHIT......OH M Y GOD........fuck I'm such a sucker for when makeup's ruined bc you've ruined her in turn, and ughhhfh if you fuck her roughly in front of a mirror and she sees her own messed-up reflection I think she'd scream and squirt right then and there. Anyway MESS HER UP UNTIL HER MIND'S SWIMMING WITH THE NEED TO CUM YES I APPROVE AND SO DOES SHE

#mona's appetisers...#mona's restricted menu...#gala attendee: 🐿.#navia x reader #navia smut #sub navia #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact smut #sub genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin smut #sub genshin #genshin women x reader #genshin women imagines #genshin women smut #sub genshin women

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chiscaralight · 6 months ago

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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!

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anantaru · 6 months ago

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⚝ DAY 3 — LINGERIE

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — kazuha, scaramouche, kinich, alhaitham

— warnings. — fem! reader, fingering/scissoring, lots of teasing, alhaitham is the teasing master in this, hot and bothered genshin boys

⚝ — KAZUHA

"do i look good in this?"

good— was an understatement, and kazuha's breath stays stuck in his throat when he sees you in that dainty, little lace, his eyes widening in awe, admiring your magnificence.

the world around him seems to fade, leaving only you bathed in the soft glow of candlelight and frail garments hugging the curves of your body, "you’re… breathtaking," he whispers, his tone of choice an octave lower.

your fingers reach out to guide him, trembling slightly as his digits trace along the intricate patterns of the fabric— every touch was reverent, his fingertips brushing over the sheer bra exposing your erected nipples to him—fuck, it's as though he can’t decide which was more captivating.

"i can’t believe you’re real," he laughs and brushes away the loose hair strands sticking on his forehead, his eyes never leaving yours.

he pulls himself on top of you before placing his palm on your breast, "so beautiful…" kazuha continues, his glossy lips ghosting over your collarbone, his teeth grazing at the sensitive skin on your neck until he’s certain that there's a little hickey there as you twist and curl underneath him, voicelessly telling him to just touch you already.

and here he was now, in fact, he cannot stop touching you, each caress lingering as though to forevermore memorize the feel of you under his hands.

he slips his digits through the flimsy waistband of your underwear as your walls instantly flex and pulse around his fingers when he inserts them knuckles deep— only one, then after pressing it in and out for about three times, he add another, continuously sinking them into you as he smears harsh circles into your clit to multiply the sensation he's about to give you all night.

⚝ — SCARAMOUCHE

you’re so soft above scaramouche and it only spurs him on, especially with those graceful garments daintily squeezing your frame.

his tongue licks across his bottom lip when he pulls his fingers through the panties to scissor his digits inside your walls, playing with those searing spots he knew got you trembling, got you to beg for more. you're curling into him, squeezing yourself so close for him to add a couple kisses on your throat.

the volume of your voice increases each time scaramouche would find another compliment befitting of the new set of lingerie he's bought you— the wider his smirk gets, the more it means you're squeezing his fingers harder, "just like that, you look so good in this, picked it right for you, yeah?"

you eagerly nod as he feels your warmth clamping when he begins to scissor you, pumping his slender fingers in and out before adding the third.

well, lets be honest here, in the beginning he thought to himself on how ridiculous it must be for him to buy you something like that and he almost went back to return the costly good, yet now? wow, how fucking thankful he was to himself that he didn't.

⚝ — KINICH

"gimme a spin, yeah? like that," kinich smirks as you twirl around the newest set of lingerie, a deep red that hugged around the curves of your breasts and leaves almost no fabric left on your bottom.

and those thigh highs you added on, they made him feel like he's about to absolutely ravish you. kinich's not used to being at a loss for words, well, he keeps himself silent on purpose but with you? seeing you like this he thought he could say something other than look at you like a man who's never seen a woman before.

he was too drunk on the sight and so fucking hard already, feeling a twitch inside his boxers when you kneel down to press a harsh kiss on his bulge, looking up at him through doe eyes— and the next almost cruel throb in his shorts was to die for— this is making him lose his mind. you are.

he bites down on his tongue, his hips rolling into your palm with your lips hovering over the length. palming the front of his trousers, your face slants forward to smear your saliva across his lower abdomen so you'd be perfectly bend across him, making it fairly easy for kinich to watch your pretty ass and your folds barely being covered by anything but a fine silken line.

⚝ — ALHAITHAM

alhaitham's eyes barely flicker up from his book when you step into the room, though there’s a telltale tension in the way his grip tightens on the pages. he acts disinterested, you ponder if that book in his hands had a soul catching story for him to be this way— but you can feel the weight of his gaze when he thinks you aren’t looking.

"sit," he bluntly says, his voice commanding and motioning to his bulgy thigh, but he speaks in a way as though your appearance in such delicate lingerie wasn't affected him— although when you ultimately settle on his lap, he doesn’t miss a beat, his hand immediately reaching to the hem of your lace.

"read the next page for me, think you can do that?" he orders, though there’s a slight edge to his voice that betrays his focus, it's no longer on the book, but on your cute tits and sheer bra prancing with your lovely nipples.

you gulp down, adjusting your seat on his lap as you begin to read while he began to trace lazy patterns along the fabric, his fingertips brushing lightly over the lace, teasing and coaxing out needy shivers from your spine.

so well, his eyes stay fixed on the book, but his hand grows bolder, slipping beneath the edge of the lingerie, feeling your bare skin, "you’re really distracting, you know that?" he mutters, though his smirk says otherwise, "i was only planning to read this book but now—"

there’s a tension in the air, a game he’s playing where he pretends the book holds his attention — but in reality, all he was focused on was you.

day and night, no matter what you'd wear.

his sensitive length twitches against your thigh as your hole squeezes around nothing, your lips exhaling a stutter before he lets his hands squeeze your thighs— your jaw slack in surprise at how bold he began to be, now digging hard between your legs to press into your clit and rub it— his cloudy, bloodshot gaze focused on the pulsing, little pearl getting all the more roused the more he flicked it back and forth.

"i never said you should stop reading," he adds on, "already done for the day, hm? you tired?" a little too nonchalant for your liking.

you pout through your dreamy, lustful expression before you're letting your hand smooth through his hair, lightly pecking his forehead, "fine, but I'm sensitive there alhaitham, be careful."

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