#artie’s.starry.night

[artiepooh]

a new side of him.

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characters: thoma, reader

summary: you’re quite busy with work and thoma has gotten sick of missing you.

content warnings: female!reader, breasts are referred to as tits once, thoma refers to the reader as ‘my girl’ once, thoma edges you first then overstimulates you, light choking, thoma is mentioned to be a service dom, he gets somewhat mean towards the end, mocking dom thoma because i’m a whore for him

as always let me know if there are any other warnings to be added and enjoy!

“welcome, my love!” thoma’s cherry voice greeted you before you even made your way in and you couldn’t help but smile. all your exhaustion and agitation from a long work day melted into adoration whenever he greeted you like this, as though you coming home to him was the best part of his day. “let me.” thoma said as soon as he spotted the stacks of paper in your hands and he helped you put them down neatly, allowing you a chance to rest your sore back.

he only faced you once all your outerwear had been removed, his pearly whites on display. “welcome home.” he greeted once again, quieter and much, much more intimate this time. his gaze took you in with leisure, like time had frozen to allow the both of you this moment. you let him, a smile mirroring his on your lips.

he leant in to press his lips against you- a peck turned into two, then three, until it stopped being pecks and became a kiss that had you gasping and whimpering into his mouth. thoma relished into the little sounds you made and you relished in his presence, his touch taking away all of the stress, a breath of fresh air.

you only broke apart when a wind blew away your stacks of paper, a curse muttered under your breath as you rushed to collect them. thoma, the gentleman he was, helped you organise them into a neat stack again, though he didn’t let you go to your office (the place you spent the most of your time recently). “i’m really sorry.” you said, giving him a peck on his lips as bribe so he’d let you go. it had never failed you so far, so your surprise was understandable when his hand remained steady on your hip and a frown began to form on his pretty face. perhaps appeasing him would work better? “i missed you too, i really do. but i should look over these toni-“

“no.”

“what?” you blurred out, not quite able to comprehend that your sweeter than honey, understanding boyfriend had just interrupted you like that.

“i said, no.” he repeated for you and seeing him with a frown was quite the strange sight. he tended to make that expression when something didn’t go his way, but that usually happened during housework or when he was running an errand. not to you. “you say this every day. i want some of your time now.” he pulled you in, pushing the door shut with his free hand so he could trap you against it. when you opened your mouth to explain as much as you’d love to spend time, it was best for you to finish this as soon as possible-

he simply shushed you, the frown on his face finally melting into a smile at your surprised expression. it would be weirder if you weren’t surprised, thoma had always been beyond accommodating and patient. he leant in, his hand on your hip made it’s way into your shirt and you shivered at his touch on your bare skin. he was so close, yet he didn’t kiss you. “i miss you.” he whispered against your lips and it was oh so tempting to just kiss him, though your work for the day remained on your mind and in your sight. thoma clicked his tongue once he realised what you were looking at, only to lean in even closer than before, his breath ghosting over your neck. “let me have you all to myself tonight, my starlight.”

his lips brushed against your skin with each syllable and you felt the way your body heated up, reacting to his touches and betraying your mind. you could indulge yourself a little… it wouldn’t kill you to finish the rest tomorrow, right?

wait. what were you thinking? your team was on a tight schedule and although you had finished your work for the day you really needed to get a head start for tomorrow if you wanted to get done by the deadline, and-

all thoughts froze when thoma whispered a needy “please.” into your ear. his voice had that sweet, sweet tone he used whenever he tried to coax something out of you, and it worked every single fucking time. this was no exception and thoma knew it too, chuckling softly when your body melted against his. “thank you.”

he lifted you up before you could change your mind, hurried steps leading to your bedroom. he ignored your surprised yelp (for the most part, at least. you could see the way he grinned) you thought about protesting, to ask to be let down but it felt.. quite nice, to be pampered like this. it really had been a while.

he only put you down once he reached the bed and even then he was gentle, like handling a doll. he took a moment then, his gaze heavy as it roamed all over your body. all of your clothing was on, so why did you feel so exposed now?

“you’re gorgeous.” he said finally, his knuckles brushing against your cheeks as a fond smile made it’s place on his lips. they trailed down to your jaw, then your neck- and his fingers wrapped around your throat as he continued, his sweet tone becoming predatory. “and all mine.“ his grip on your neck tightened until you grabbed onto his wrist, though you also didn’t know whether you wanted him to continue or let go.

“tonight is about you, so what should we do?” he asked and his voice was back to it’s cheery tone, had you imagined the desire in his eyes a moment ago? “come on now, pay attention to me. i rarely get you all to myself.”

you looked at his eyes, not sure what to say when he put you on the spot like that. he was the one that begged to spend time with you! you didn’t even have making out with him in mind when you came home. though he clearly did. “what did you have in mind?”

“trust me,” he said and there was that predatory look on his face again. “you don’t want to know.” he didn’t let you ponder his words, skilful fingers popping off your buttons easily. he didn’t let you take off the shirt though, even as he moved onto your pants. so there you were, laid beneath him in only underwear and a shirt. he leant in, giving every inch of skin kisses until he made his way up to your neck from your navel. his hand kept you steady, not letting you squirm away from his touch even the slightest bit. you were at his complete mercy.

“i fear if i tell you all of my fantasies about you, then you’d run away from me..” his voice had dropped lower and you trembled with anticipation at his words. thoma had always been a gentleman, not that you minded, but seeing a new side of him was quite exciting. he continued to kiss his way around your neck, grazing his teeth at that sensitive spot to make you whimper.

“tell me.” you pleaded as you buried your hand in his hair and tugged, a surge of adrenaline rushing through you at his bitten back hiss. you pulled him up, a silent way of asking for a kiss, and the sweet, ever kind thoma gave in to your request.

a trail of spit remained between the two of you when he pulled back, ever the messy kisser he was. “i wish to tie you up.” he whispered as his hand reached to your sex, teasingly running a finger over the cloth soaked with your juices. “and cover your eyes, so you’re completely at my mercy. you’d have to take whatever i give to you…” even simply recounting it seemed to get him excited, for you could feel the way he throbbed against your thighs. he massaged your sex, making a mess of your underwear as he smeared your juices all over it. “would you let me ruin you?” he asked through gritted teeth as he rutted against your thighs and you sobbed out a moan at the way he increased the pressure on your clit.

“y-yes!” you whimpered and thoma laughed at your desperation. he rubbed against your sex, your underwear soaked to the point that it made no difference. he didn’t even pull it aside though, instead he teasingly tried to push into your hole through them. “please..” you whined, though he preferred to interpret your words his own way.

“whenever you get so busy at work, i think of you being my stay at home partner… all you’d have to do is be pretty for me and let me fuck you whenever. doesn’t that sound delightful, hm?” thoma continued and your cunt throbbed, and you could tell he noticed as he brushed his knuckles along your slit. “i’d take such good care of you… fuck, all you have to do is be my toy.”

hearing his selfish desires for you lit a fire inside. you couldn’t help but imagine it as he spoke, the way thoma would bend you over the nearest space whenever he felt like it and empty himself into you. “th-thoma…” you moaned, the perverted fantasy making another wave of slick drip out of you. he leant down now, looking straight into your eyes as he breathed in the scent between your thighs.

you couldn’t look away as he breathed over your still clothed (if it could be called that, your panties were absolutely ruined) sex and a whimper fell out of your lips when he licked a stripe over it. your reaction alone caused him to bite back a moan and he palmed himself over his pants, and only then did you realise that although you’ve been undressed for the most part all his clothes remained.

he didn’t let you think about that, his lips attaching to your clit and sucking on it through the fabric. your back arched off the bed, desperately searching for more friction and pushing yourself against his mouth. he took it in a stride, gently pushing you down back on the bed so he could continue to toy with your clit, still refusing to let you take off your underwear. you buried your hands in his hair and then his face between your legs, the pleasure making you cry out.

still, it wasn’t enough. it was oh so close, yet thoma didn’t give you what you needed, keeping you just on the edge as he continued to toy with you until tears welled up in your eyes and you were squishing him between your thighs. he was all too happy to be there, eagerly lapping up all your juices.

he kept going for what felt like hours. if he just sucked a little harder, you would be able to bring yourself to orgasm- but he didn’t even let you try. the occasional groans were the only sound he made, and even that only happened when you tugged on his hair too roughly. “please, please, please!” you pleaded, tears rolling down your cheeks now and he hadn’t put even his fingers in you yet. “i want to cum, please please please-“

“anything you want, my love.” was all he said before he finally, finally pulled off your underwear and actually touched you. it was humiliatingly easy for not one but two of his fingers to slide inside you, his lips remaining attached to your clit as he sucked and licked like a starved man. he scissored his fingers aside, and you knew it was intentional the way he avoided that spot inside of you, instead touching all around it.

you pulled on his hair, a warning for him to behave, and he obeyed this time. his fingers finally touched that soft spot inside of you and you came with a loud cry. he continued to finger you throughout your orgasm, and after that, even as you trembled with overstimulation and tried to push his head away.

he drank your juices, eyes half-lidded as he stared at you. seeing him like that, positioned between your legs got you to the edge again and you tried to pull away from his touch.

he didn’t let you, forcing you into another orgasm before you properly came down from the first. he used the opportunity to slide in a third finger inside of you, though you barely realised, focused only on the blinding pleasure he gave you. “e-enou-“ you sobbed out, unable to even utter a single word as thoma pushed his fingers inside of you with an even more intense pace. you were too sensitive already and you tried once again to push him away. it was too much and the line between pain and pleasure was now blurry, though so was everything.

“enough?” he laughed against your cunt, letting himself admire the mess you had become for him. “you wanted to cum, didn’t you? i’m giving you what you wanted, sweetheart. have you gotten so stupid that you don’t even remember what you asked of me?” you couldn���t comprehend his words, only the sweet, sweet tone of his voice making it through the haze of your brain.

it was hard to think of anything else but the way he coaxed out orgasm after orgasm from you, a toy at his mercy he had made you in. you didn’t even remember how many it had been by the time he let you go, your body dropping back on the sheets like a puppet without strings. you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him as he put his fingers covered with your cum into his mouth, cleaning them off with the expression of a puppy that got a treat. the lower half of his face was also covered in your juices and most likely his saliva, though it was impossible to tell now. “now now,” he taunted, a cheeky grin on his smart mouth. “don’t look at me like that.”

“li-“ you coughed, throat now sore with all the work it had to do, all because of thoma. “like what?”

“like i’ve tired you out already.” he said and you couldn’t help but stare at how much face he had. you didn’t bother to give him a response, trying to recover from all the orgasms. still, you couldn’t help the way you arched into his hand when he ran a finger between your folds. “see? even if your mouth says you’re tired, your cunt says otherwise.”

“i really don’t think i can cum again…” you said, though your hips bucked against his hand. you hoped he’d have some mercy on you, your poor cunt had been abused plenty by him already.

(a part of you wanted him to take you with no regard for your protests and your pleasure.)

“well, if you say so.” you felt… disappointed, by the way he gave up so easily even though it was to be expected. he was a gentleman after all. but after hearing those fantasies, you thought that maybe-

thoma remained quiet as he helped you drink a cup of water, his hand gently massaging your scalp. he looked beautiful, and serene. the expression of tranquility broke as soon as you put the glass back down at the counter and the soft touch on your scalp became a rough grip. you winced at the sting, eyes blown wide as he tugged you closer, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. just what the hell what was going on?

“i hope you’ll excuse me. i still haven’t came, you see, and i want to do it in your cunt. you’ll be good for me and let me, won’t you?” his voice was sweeter than ever, yet the mocking tone was impossible to miss. “answer me.” he pressed, tugging on your hair harder this time.

“yes!” you cried out, forced to give an answer when he tugged on your hair again and your body was heating up at this rough treatment. “i’ll be a good toy for you.”

this was uncharted territory. thoma had always been a nice man and even nicer one in the sheets, oh so considerate for you, any wish out of your mouth the will of god for him. if you asked for it he’d get a little rougher- whether it be spitting in your mouth or choking you. all of those were your wishes, though.

“that’s my girl.” he cooed at you, letting go of your hair so he could caress your cheeks with the back of his knuckles. the contrast kept you on your toes, the thrill of not knowing when this new, ‘mean’ side of thoma would come out again made your toes curl. “no need to be so tense now…” he whispered, lips brushing against your as he spoke. his fingers traced their way down your body, nails leaving behind red tracks that faded into soon after and a heat that remained. he stopped at your chest, though his attempt to give your breasts a squeeze was blocked by your bra.

you expected him to remove it (or ask you to remove it yourself). instead, he just tugged them out. that was somehow more perverted than either option and you laid there, tits tugged out and panties soaked sheer with your juices beneath your shirt. he groped your chest, squeezing the flesh and toying with your nipples.

he continued down when he got bored, though he barely spent any time with your cunt, only pushing your panties to the side. “ready?” he asked and for a moment your sweet, thoughtful thoma was back. soon as you nodded in confirmation he was gone. he took out his cock and buried himself inside, eliciting a a drawn out moan from the both of you. “your pussy is the best.”

he started pounding into you after that. he didn’t bother to make dirty talk or praise you, only grunts leaving his mouth nor did he play with your clit to make you feel even better. all you had was the way he fucked into you and the bruising grip on your thighs. the biggest difference was the way he didn’t care enough to adjust the angle so he could hit your g-spot. no, he was using you for his pleasure this time.

and it felt so fucking good. the sensitivity from your numerous orgasms prior had mostly worn off (the keyword being mostly) and what remained was enough to make your mind cloudy again. thoma coaxed your jaw open and you stuck your tongue out for him. his fingers made their way into your mouth. he massaged the back of your tongue to toy with your gag reflex and you were drooling all over your tits in no time. “you look so fucking hot.” he groaned and his hips snapped against yours for a couple more strokes before he lost his rhythm, a brief stutter in his pace before he emptied himself inside of you.

that triggered your own orgasm and your eyes shut close as the tremors wrecked through your body.

[artiepooh]

venti is 😩

unspecified genitalia, gn reader 

cw: gendered language (childe), degradation, mentions of impregnation, pregnancy, breeding, a/b/o dynamics, gender roles (childe), god complex (venti), overstimulation

characters: childe, diluc, venti

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[artiepooh]

enemies with benefits.

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summary: although you only feel anger against him during the day, he’s the only one that can make you feel this good.

warnings: nsfw, somewhat mean zhongli, afab reader, second person pov, overstimulation, fingering (receiving), implied/light dumbification, light degradation (receiving). let me know if there’s anything else to add!

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“i hate you.” you spat out- well, tried to. it didn’t have the aggressiveness to it that you were seeking with the way zhongli pulled gasps and moans out of you, his fingers that were buried deep inside your sopping cunt making it hard to think.

“that must be why you come back crawling to me every time.” he mocked you, the squelching sounds only proving his point. before you could even think about defending yourself he increased the pressure on that soft spot inside of you and you saw stars. your jaw slackened and your back arched- the wanton moan that you let out had your face burning with shame. zhongli knew everything that brought you pleasure, knew how to play you like an instrument and make you sing oh so loudly for him. he knew how to tear your act of disgust for him apart and to break you to the point that he had you so, so addicted to him.

he had ruined you for everyone else. only he could bring you to the heights of pleasure that you experienced every time and he took great pride in that fact. no matter how much your mouth said you hated him, you both knew that he had made you his already. no matter how much you claimed to hate him, no matter how much you spouted profanities at him, at the end of the day you’d be worshipping his cock and begging for more, if you were lucid enough to think. most of the time you couldn’t even comprehend what he was saying, your mind clouded by the orgasms after orgasms he pulled from you.

“you are, fuck, the most infuriating fucker in existence-“ you gasped out, unconsciously reaching out to his hand so you could have even the tiniest little break. unfortunately for you though, zhongli was far more stronger than you were, and that much bigger. even if you pulled on him with all your might you’d not manage to move him an inch.

“oh my. you’re flattering me, starlight.” in fact he seemed even more so encouraged by your hands clutching his wrist, his fingers changing their angle into a more direct one so he could directly abuse your g-spot. your hands on him trembled and when his thumb massaged your clit, you were a goner. you spasmed around his fingers, the rest of your body going slack and even your frown leaving it’s place to a blissfully fucked out expression.

fortunately -or perhaps unfortunately- for you, this was only the beginning. he was merciful enough to give you a few minutes to calm down, though you weren’t sure whether it was due to kindness or because he enjoyed the few seconds he had in which you weren’t snarling at him. you didn’t need to wonder for long as his fingers started moving inside you again, the sensitivity of your climax barely gone with the short break you were given. he didn’t care though, he never did- all he cared about was challenging himself on how many orgasms he could pull out of you this time, how many it’d take for you to be a dumb, pliant little whore that turned into putty in his hands.

“you claim to hate me, and yet your cunt says otherwise.” he looked down at you from above, the only proof of amusement on his face the slightest hint of a smirk on his pretty lips. otherwise he looked bored, as though this was only a chore he had to fulfil. he hadn’t even bothered to shed his coat and he still looked as proper as ever, while you were completely bare in front of him. your legs spread apart, not in an attempt to present yourself but due to him manipulating your body at his will and wasn’t that an embarrassing sight for you? you, who claimed to hate him and whose tongue dropped with venom whenever you spoke, laid in front of him like a good whore, taking him like you were made to be his pretty little toy.

he slipped his fingers out of you and held them in front of the light of the lit candle, your wetness that coated his hand glistening. he looked down back at you, the hint of a smirk on his face broadening into a mocking grin. making sure you were paying attention he spread his fingers and your juices formed a trail between them. “look at how wet you are. do you drip like this for everyone you hate, or am i just an exception?”

his grin, his mocking tone, his unashamed straightforwardness.. “shut the fuck up already.” you snarled and that made him laugh.

“i see you still have some fight left in you. i wonder how many more times i can make you climax before you lose your feistiness... shall we try and break your record from last time?”

[artiepooh]

an edited version my previous work about albedo feeding you medicine! this prompt in itself was mostly inspired by @dilucsweetheart’s fantastic work titled ‘making out with xiao’ and this version was also edited for him, please check out his works!

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—————————————————————————-summary: xiao brings you medicine to help with your headache. you decide to use it as an opportunity to tease him

warnings: light choking, soft nsfw, gender neutral reader, second person pov.

let me know if there any other warnings i should add!

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“i’m back.” xiao announced and you stood up. thank the archons for it didn’t seem like this headache of yours would ease up anytime soon. you were so grateful to have such a doting boyfriend,

you took the cup of water he held out, murmuring a thanks before you took a sip. thanks to his attentiveness you weren’t dehydrated to the point that it’d be hard for you to swallow it without drinking something else first but he knew you were a creature of habit. it made your heart flutter, the way he looked out for you quietly. it really was the little things with xiao that showed you his adoration for you.

you put the cup on an empty surface nearby and took a step further, closing the distance between you two. xiao saw nothing odd about that, your preference for physical contact no mystery to him.

he was surprised however when you didn’t take the pill he offered, the questioning look in his eyes clear as day. you knew him just as well as he knew you. you prayed to the archons to be forgiven for taking advantage of xiao’s naivety- he was just too adorable to resist the urge to tease him.

“will you please help me?” you asked, grabbing his hand that held the little pill and archons, the way the tips of his ears turned red as you took his hand closer and closer to your mouth… it awakened something inside of you. how could you not tease him when he reacted so lovely at the smallest thing?

“help?” he murmured, the light pink tinge to his ears spreading out to the rest of his body in crimson as you parted your lips and stuck out your tongue, just like you did when you were receiving something else of his. he tried to object and avert his gaze but the way you looked at him made it impossible. you knew all the buttons to push and the look in your eyes.. he always told you how he could see the need in your eyes whenever you looked up at him during more intimate moments and you never missed a chance to use that to your benefit.

“are you going to keep me waiting?” you questioned, lightly poking the pad of his finger with the tip of your tongue. he almost jumped, his eyes fixated on the spot that you touched. he was only making it worse for himself by being so cute. “i think you should make sure i swallow. precautions and all that, right?” you used the excuse to grab his other hand and bring it up to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it before he realised what he was doing. creature of habit, just like you.

you guided his fingers to rest in the correct position so he would be able to feel everything, the vibration of your voice and of course, when you swallowed the medicine. his face was still tinted crimson and if you weren’t teasing him in a different way, you’d have asked whether he had a fever. what interested you the most though was the look in his eyes, which had went from flustered and even a little shy to hungry. hungry for you, oh so needy that he played into your little game.

“you’re right.” he concluded and you knew you had won-

you forgot xiao wouldn’t let you win so easily, though.

his hold around your throat tightened momentarily and you let out a gasp, knees going weak. just as well as you knew him, perhaps even more so, he had memorised everything about you. every little spot that made you tremble, every word that had you holding onto him desperately, every little game you liked to play to tempt him.

and tempt him you did.

he dropped the pill on your tongue and tapped your cheek, a sign for you to swallow. so you obeyed, keeping your eyes locked on his as you pretended to swallow something else. you were forcing your luck, you knew, you had already gotten his attention as you wanted. and yet.. you wanted to play a little more.

you knew he felt you swallow it for he closed his eyes for a moment as the pill went down your throat, clearly trying to restrain himself before he took you right there and then.

it didn’t seem to work though for when he opened his eyes once again he looked downright predatory and this time, you were the one flushing beneath his gaze full of desire. did you know what kind of game you were playing, toying with him like that?

“open up.” he said, simple and straight to the point. “i want to make sure you swallowed it and aren’t hiding it somewhere in your mouth.”

so xiao had decided to partake rather than simply playing along.. how kind of him.

you did as instructed, sticking out your tongue once again under the assumption that he’d simply look- which was why you were taken by surprise once you felt two of his fingers in your mouth. he ‘examined’ your mouth, fingers touching every corner to make sure you weren’t ‘hiding the pill’, a poor excuse to hide the fact that he was fucking your mouth with his fingers.

he was uncaring of the drool that threatened to drip out of your mouth, continuing his pretend as he teased you even further. of course he was aware of your obsession with his hands.. why did you even think you’d get away with teasing him like this anyway?

once you realised xiao wasn’t pulling away despite having concluded the examination, you decided it was time to regain the upper hand. you closed your lips around his fingers and sucked on the digits, a soft moan leaving your throat as you did so.

you had always enjoyed having something in your mouth and so had xiao enjoyed putting something in there, so there was nothing surprising about it when his fingers around your throat tightened. “do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he asked you, voice but a murmur now and even though it was barely audible, the arousal in his voice was the loudest thing you’ve ever heard.

he wasn’t expecting a reply and yet you decided to grant him one by swirling your tongue around his fingers, just the way you did when it was his cock between your lips. the gasp he let out sounded painful, like you were torturing him. “enough.” he whispered, taking his fingers out of your mouth so he could kiss you instead.

he used his hand on your throat to pull you closer to him and you went, so willing, so pliant. he tried to be gentle, you could tell but even his self control had its limits and when his tongue pried into your mouth something inside him seemed to snap. his grip around your throat tightened and he swallowed your moan greedily, intent on pulling even more out of you.

even without him cutting off the air flowing into your lungs you would have gotten dizzy with the way xiao kissed you so hungrily, tongue tracing every inch of your mouth and his teeth sinking into your lips. all his responsibilities seemed to be forgotten as he took in all of you and you doubted you’d be able to stay upright if it wasn’t for the tight hold on your throat. even as your eyes grew hazy he didn’t let up, the euphoria of being at his mercy made you throb.

“you are so beautiful.” he murmured against your lips once you tapped him to take a break, even then unable to stay completely away as he continued to peck your lips. “you make me lose all reason.. i need you, please. please let me have you.”

archons, his pleading was so arousing.. the way he spoke of his need for you, as though he’d wither away if he didn’t get his fill of you- it made your heart flutter. even if this wasn’t your intention all along you’d have given in with the way he looked at you, so desperate, so full of adoration and desire.

[artiepooh]

blue eyed monster.

summary: when kaeya gets a little too friendly with you, diluc can’t help but feel jealous.

content warnings: nsfw, afab reader otherwise gender neutral, choking, thigh riding, prey/predator kink if you squint, making out, diluc mentions collaring you, healthy communication, diluc talks about his insecurities a little, he’s a service dom that’s terrified of hurting you

the title is a joke on the phrase green eyed monster used for jealousy, the green is switched to blue because. kaeya has a blue eye and hes the reason diluc is jealous 😭

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tap, tap, tap, tap. diluc wished there was something, anything, he could distract himself with, so long as he didn’t have to look at kaeya all over you. the way he rested a hand on you at all times: whether it be your shoulders, your hands, even your waist once or twice (which you were quick to shut down). and the way he leant in whenever he spoke, lips close enough to almost brush over your ear, no doubt using the excuse of the tavern being too crowded tonight. he was even drinking slower than usual and diluc couldn’t drop by to ‘refresh kaeya’s drink’.

diluc was a patient man. he tried to be at least, which had to count for something. someone chatting you up was nothing new in your life and although it used to be a problem at the beginning of your relationship, he got over his insecurities (for the most part) with your help. it also helped that as time passed and more people realised how serious your relationship was, the amount of suitors decreased dramatically. not many people had the guts or the qualities to even think about competing with diluc ragnvindr of all people, who was monstadt’s most eligible bachelor. if it was riches they offered you, hah. he didn’t even take that seriously. looks? one of the primary reasons he was considered the bachelor in monstadt. carnal pleasures? he satisfied you just fine in that area as well, thank you very much.

his main insecurity was the affection others could offer. once you learned to notice the way he showed his love, the adoration he had for you was apparent, though there was definitely a learning curve for the both of you.

the issue was that diluc had gotten comfortable with not having competition. that didn’t mean he stopped trying to charm you, no. it just meant that he’d forgotten the tightness in his chest and the bitter taste the green eyed monster brought, and he really hadn’t missed it. but there it was now, grabbing at his collar, and the insecurities that he had buried deep inside bloomed once again. kaeya was a natural charmer, unlike him- the men and women alike he left behind with broken hearts would attest to that.

diluc tried to reason his way out of this despicable feeling. there was no reason for him to feel this way, this was just kaeya’s personality. it didn’t mean anything, the way he tucked your hair behind your ear and looked at you like you were the starry night. more importantly you and kaeya had been friends for longer than you and diluc had been together. it would be unfair to you if he felt this way. you loved him and he loved you, and everything was just fine-

all the progress was lost when he saw the way kaeya’s fingers brushed over your bottom lip, with that signature grin etched on his mouth. why the fuck was he touching you like that? alright, he thought, this is getting out of hand. he would just politely ask kaeya to leave, close the tavern for tonight, fuck your brains out and then never ever let you be alone with kaeya again.

none of those things happened, as just when he was walking to your table cyrus asked (yelled) for another round of drinks. the heavens had to be fucking with him, there was no other way to explain such impeccable timing. a deep breath he took, followed by muttered numbers as he counted to try and keep himself grounded.

he was well over hundred by the time he had a chance to glance back at your table. to his relief kaeya seemed to have eased up on the flirting, you were seated an acceptable distance and kaeya’s hands were by his side, for once. diluc let himself relax a little, though his eyes kept straying to your table to make sure kaeya was behaving.

time seemed to fly by when diluc wasn’t as focused on your interactions with the cavalry captain. it was like he blinked and the last customers of the night were trickling out, drunken goodbyes in the air. kaeya also left, though unlike the others that knew to keep to themselves he chose to give you a hug. it took most of diluc’s willpower to swallow the venomous words forming in the back of his throat. it would be unfair to take his anger out on you, when all you had done was be friendly.

the tavern remained quiet while you two cleaned up. the desire to touch you, to kiss the unpleasant moments of today away burned beneath his skin- but responsibilities were responsibilities and he didn’t want to leave the mess of today to whoever had the morning shift.

you wrapped your arms around him as soon as your side was done and slumped, resting all your body weight on him shamelessly. “i missed you.” your voice was muffled by his shirt, but diluc understood what you meant regardless. he gave a brief kiss to your hand before dropping it back down around his waist to let you know he missed you, too.

you had been looking forward to distracting helping your lover at the tavern- but kaeya had managed to steal your focus with the promise of intel. after hours of buttering him up and smiling amicably at (most of) his flirting, you had gotten… a clue. a useful one, though what treasures that location held kaeya hadn’t disclosed.

diluc finished up his own part and you pulled away so he could turn around, finally in his arms in a proper embrace. it was the best thing the heavens could ever grant, to be held by him. despite a busy day he didn’t reek of alcohol or cigars, his coat having absorbed most of the scent. so now, with your face buried in his chest, diluc’s shirt smelled only of him. “i missed you as well.” he said and followed up with a kiss on your forehead, and your nose, then your cheeks. “how was your day?” a peck on your lips distracted you from the answer and you focused on the hot and soft touch of his lips on yours instead. diluc always burned hot, and according to him it was that way before he even got his vision, which only served to amplify it. now he was a human heater.

a heater that couldn’t get enough of you, if the way he chased after your lips was any indication. “tiring.. i had to run around a lot. i was thinking of you the whole time, though. how was your day?” it was impossible to miss the way his face tinged a lovely pink at your words and you couldn’t help but grin.

“it was the same as always. i…” a deep breath. “i was thinking of you too.” you couldn’t help but coo at his shy demeanor, his cheeks squished between your hands as you kissed his pout. diluc let you enjoy yourself, even as the pink tone on his skin became more vibrant and he couldn’t look you in the eye anymore. he was just adorable!

his attempt to say something was a failure, the words indecipherable as you continued to play with his cheeks. “tell me about your day.” he repeated once you let him talk, though his face remained in your hands. you recounted your day under his attentive gaze, and the fond smile on his lips made your heart flutter as you talked. diluc was always like this and you couldn’t wrap your mind around how. his daily schedule was cramped and because of his nightly activities he could only get a couple hours of sleep each night, yet even at the end of the day he would listen to you with peak attention. if you were in his shoes, you’d have probably fallen asleep.

(and he would too, if it was anyone else. you were too precious to waste even a second.)

you barely caught the minuscule twitch of his hand on your waist, though you didn’t think much of it- until you mentioned kaeya again and instead of a twitch, felt an intentional squeeze on your waist. you hoped they hadn’t argued again, though you couldn’t tell for now. even if they did, diluc had chosen not to tell you for the time being, most likely wishing to process it himself first. he’d talk to you when he was ready.

you were still talking when diluc interrupted your story about kaeya’s flirting remarks with a kiss. he didn’t give you the chance to ponder over the uncharacteristic action- you were properly distracted by his lips. he was the most passionate kisser you had ever seen, a kiss from him leaving your knees far more weak than some of your previous partners could do with fingers buried inside of you. this time was different, though. his gentle nature seemed to have melted like you did in his arms and the way he tugged on your bottom lip was closer to pain than pleasure.

he pulled you closer, until your hips were right against each other and you felt how hard he was. your groan disappeared under his as you pushed up against him, letting him grind against you for some friction. the way his lips moved against yours had your body growing hotter by each second, though you had no complaints. he seemed intent on making everything of yours his- your breaths, your moans, your mouth.

when you pushed him down on the chair he went willingly, yet his grip on your hips was relentless, all so that you’d continue to kiss him. who were you to refuse? his hands roamed over your skin and you felt his burning touch even as he moved onto another spot. all you could feel was him, only him, and it was perfect.

diluc only let you go when you kept him down by his shoulders, though the frown on his face and his heated gaze on your lips was his way of asking for more. and you’d give it to him.. in a bit. “what’s gotten into you?” diluc didn’t grace you with an answer, preferring to tug you down and continue kissing you instead. he was successful in distracting you and as he moaned into your mouth, all of your questions were forgotten.

you only came back to your senses after a particularly hard nip on your bottom lip and you pulled away once again, waiting patiently for an answer. diluc.. he struggled a lot with asking for help, though he had been working on it and had achieved amazing progress, compared to when you two first became acquaintances. he had been forced to be independent after his father’s death and it had only gotten worse after quitting the knights of favonious due to their ‘incompetence’, as he liked to put it. on top of all that he was also the darknight hero, without anyone to share the burden.

“it’s stupid.” he sighed and you hummed, silently encouraging him to go on. “it’s about kaeya. i know, i know. you two are only friends and it’s just his personality, he isn’t actually flirting with you. and i do want to know what you were talking about with him, but also just hearing you talk about him irritates me.”

“what is it about kaeya specifically that irritates you?”

diluc took a moment to reflect on his feelings, and as you waited you busied himself with peppering kisses all over his face. this was another progress he had made- instead of avoiding, he let himself feel his feelings. you were so proud of him, really. “i think it’s because he’s everything i’m not. he’s.. kaeya. he’s charming, and friendly, and everyone likes him! me, on the other hand… i come across as cold. and grumpy. even the whole bachelor thing came to be because of material things- the dawn winery, my vision, things like that. it’s always because im diluc ragnvindr and never because i’m diluc. does that make sense?

“i think i’m frustrated because even to this day, i still worry that you’ll find someone else. someone better, someone that’s more kind, someone more affectionate. and if you did i wouldn’t even be mad at you.” a dry chuckle left his mouth, and a bitter smile remained. “i love you so much that even if you decided to be with someone else, i’d take it as long as they made you happy.”

“i’d hate it if you found someone else.” you spoke, a gentle smile on your lips. you traced his features with your finger and marvelled at his beauty. “i don’t want to share you. in fact, i’m quite glad that you’re not considered the most eligible bachelor anymore. i wouldn’t want anyone to think they have a chance with you.”

“all i want is you.”

“see? you didn’t even hesitate. that’s how i feel about you, too. jealousy.. it’s not wrong. it’s human, just as you are. i don’t blame you for feeling that way. if you were the one with someone like kaeya chatting you up.. i don’t think i’d be as calm as you were.” you pretended to get mad and shook your fist with an exaggerated scowl, declaring war to the imaginary suitor of your lover. diluc’s giggle was lovely, and your heart fluttered once again as you took in his beauty. how had you gotten so lucky?

(if only you knew he was thinking the exact same thing.)

you knew what he wanted when he glanced down at your mouth and you leant in, eager to continue where you left off. the kiss started out sweet, soft pecks that soon became heated gasps and passion. you felt dizzy by the way he invaded your senses, and his overwhelming body heat wasn’t helping. diluc nipped and sucked on your lips as his hand on you grabbed a handful of your ass. in retaliation you palmed his cock over his trousers and the moan he let out was the sweetest thing you’d ever heard.

encouraged by his reaction, you continued to kiss him as you pulled down his zipper and your hand found it’s way into his trousers, fingers tracing the outline of his bulge. the noises he made only made you want more, to show him how much you adored him. you continued to toy with him as his noises got more and more desperate, until he grabbed your wrist to stop you. “you’re such a tease.” he panted, eyes glossed over as his hips twitched against your hand. “if you don’t want to continue here, we better move upstairs. now.”

“as you wish, master diluc.” you teased him, though you did pull your hand out of his pants and let him get up. he had to take a moment to collect himself, though he still looked like such a lovely mess. your mess. his lips were swollen and red, and you could see the mixture of your spit glisten under the dim lighting of the tavern. his cheeks flushed red as he panted, and the outline of his cock underneath his zipper made your mouth water. there wasn’t much talking as diluc hurried you upstairs, though his hand remained steady on your lower back.

he pushed you against the door as soon as it closed and despite his attempt to be gentle, your back slammed against the surface. your moan was what cut off his apologetic look, desire taking it’s place instead. he preferred to be gentle, to make love to you, to worship your body- rarely did he feel bold enough to take you selfishly, out of fear that he’d hurt you. although the concern was appreciated, sometimes you really just wanted to get dicked down and today was one of those days it seemed, if your throbbing pussy had anything to say about it.

your mouth felt dry as diluc got closer, the shadows cast by the moonlight making him seem broader than he was. your heart was thumping in your chest when he properly cornered you, with that smirk on his mouth that just drove you insane. it was eerily similar to the one he wore before a good fight and it made him look like a predator, getting ready to hunt. that made you the prey, and you were looking forward to being caught and devoured.

your breath hitched as his fingers wrapped around your throat. he didn’t apply pressure yet, though you didn’t understand what he was waiting for, until he whispered: “your heart beat.. it’s like a bird stuck in a cage. do i scare you, hase?” a shiver went through your body at his tone- you could almost hear his laughter. was it normal that being mocked like this made your heart beat even faster?

“perhaps i should be,” he mused and the sudden tightened grip around your throat made you whimper. “when i saw the way he touched you… i don’t even know how i held back. you’re mine, doesn’t everyone know that? what must i do to ensure everyone backs off? oh, perhaps a collar, that’d look lovely around your neck.”

a.. a collar? you weren’t able to hide your surprise at his words it seemed, because diluc pulled his hands off with a chuckle, saying that it was only a joke. you, however, had a feeling that it wasn’t a joke- and you couldn’t deny the way the idea of prancing around the streets with his name etched on your throat made your knees weak.

he tried to backtrack, face and neck flushed with embarrassment, clearly having taken your silence for lack of interest. although his rambling was rather cute, you had to cut it off with a chaste kiss as your hand pulled his that was wrapped around your throat back in. “i’m not sure whether it’d look as good as this does on my neck, but i’d love to. shall we get them in black and red, since they’re your colours? i’m sure we can get your name engraved as well..” your enthusiasm seemed to pay off and diluc straightened up a little under your watch. his confidence had returned. lucky you.

his lips pressed against yours in an attempt to thank you and it would’ve been sweet if it wasn’t for the way his grip around your neck tightened as he kissed you. his groans alone lit a fire in your belly and when the hold on your throat was added to the equation, even fireworks couldn’t describe the intensity of the butterflies in your stomach. you pushed your hips against his, a desperate attempt to get some friction, and his surprise as he pulled away told you that he hadn’t even been aware of his effect on you. this man, really.. how could he not know what he did?

he looked into your eyes. whatever expression that you had been making had him drooling his head on your shoulder, a sigh in your ear. “you really know how to drive a man crazy.” he took pity on you regardless and you were rewarded with his muscular, thick thigh between your own. you didn’t let it go to waste and rode his thigh, too busy chasing pleasure to feel shame.

you didn’t have much success, the material of both of your clothes getting in the way of the pleasure you were seeking. with a frustrated grunt you tried to make your way off diluc’s thigh to get rid of the offending clothing, yet your movements were restricted completely by his hands. he pushed your hips down on his thighs instead and all of your frustration from before melted into pleasure, along with your mind. the angle he guided you in was perfect- the coarse material now helped you get off as it added to the friction against your clit. his shirt was crumpled in your fist where you held onto him and if it wasn’t for the high quality material, your nails would’ve torn right into it.

your movements became erratic as your high crept closer and closer. if it wasn’t for diluc you would’ve been reduced to a twitching mess, unable to even get off, though he kindly took control. he moved you back and forth with ease and what remained of your mind supplied you with the thought, he’s using me like a toy. “you’re doing so well, liebling.” that thought along with his voice, breathy and needy, shot straight to your pussy.

diluc held you close as you came on his thigh, his name on your lips and nothing else. you couldn’t think of anything else, only thing grounding you his hands on your skin that burned hot. his concerned, yet still incredibly handsome face was the first thing you registered once the tremors subsided. “that seemed intense. do you need a break, water, anything else?”

“anything?”

“whatever you need.”

“all i need right now, is you inside of me.” you relished in the way his eyes grew wide and his cheeks dusted pink once again. this long into your relationship yet how blunt you could be still took him by surprise, it seemed. you continued to tease him with a coy smile, running your fingers over his exposed neck. “won’t you give me what i need?” your eyes followed the movement as he wet his lips and when you looked back up, diluc was avoiding your gaze, even as his hands supported you under your thighs to carry you to bed. the only reason he sneaked a glance was that you stopped him, though it was easy to catch it as you were focused on his reactions- which was why you could tell the exact moment he realised what you wanted.

“h-here?”

“why don’t you work out that frustration from before?” you wrapped his tie around your hand and pulled him in, glancing down at his lips before looking back at his eyes, which also switched between your lips and your eyes. “please, diluc. i will tell you if it’s too much.” your pleas, although helpful, weren’t enough to convince him. your hand sneaking lower and groping his erection from the still open zipper, however, was. his nails dug into your thighs as he pushed you against the wall once more, with a different intention this time.

[artiepooh]

a little teasing goes a long way.

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summary: albedo makes some medicine to treat your headache.. you prefer to use this as an opportunity to tease him.

warnings: light choking, soft nsfw, afab reader, second person pov used. let me know if there’s anything else i should be tagging!

i hope you enjoy!

sequel

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“it’s ready.” albedo announced and you stood up. thank the archons for it didn’t seem like this headache of yours would ease up anytime soon. “i tried a stronger concoction this time and the capsule outside should be easier to digest as well so that you can get results faster.” you nodded, not too concerned with how it worked, after all you trusted albedo and his skills completely.

“oh! do you need water or anything like that to help you swallow it? i’ve been tracking your hydration so your mouth shouldn’t be dry to the point of making it harder but i know you like to take a sip first.”

why was he so.. cute? it really wasn’t fair how he made you feel so warm inside and your heart flutter as it did with only a couple words, the attention he paid to even the smallest detail only made you fall for him even more. you took the cup of water he held out, murmuring a thanks before you took a sip. it was as he said, thanks to his care you weren’t dehydrated at all and could have easily swallowed without the aid of the water. still, you were a creature of habit.

you put the cup on an empty surface nearby, nowhere close to his experiments to crowd his working space of course. then, you took a step further, closing the distance between you two. albedo saw nothing odd about that, your preference for physical contact no mystery to him.

he was surprised however when you didn’t take the pill he offered, the questioning look in his eyes clear as day. you knew him just as well as he knew you. you prayed to the archons to be forgiven for taking advantage of albedo’s innocence- he was just too adorable to resist the urge to tease him.

“will you please help me?” you asked, grabbing his hand that held the little pill and archons, the way the tips of his ears turned red as you took his hand closer and closer to your mouth… it awakened something inside of you.

“h-help?” he squeaked, the light pink tinge to his ears spreading out to the rest of his body in crimson as you parted your lips and stuck out your tongue, just like you did when you were receiving something else of his. he tried to object and avert his gaze but the way you looked at him made it impossible. you knew all the buttons to push and the look in your eyes.. he always told you how he could see the need in your eyes whenever you looked up at him during more intimate moments and you never missed a chance to use that to your benefit.

“are you going to keep me waiting?” you questioned, lightly poking the pad of his finger with the tip of your tongue. he almost jumped, his eyes fixated on the spot that you touched. he was only making it worse for himself by being so cute. “i think you should make sure i swallow. precautions and all that, right?” you used the excuse to grab his other hand and bring it up to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it before he realised what he was doing. creature of habit, just like you.

you guided his fingers to rest in the correct position so he would be able to feel everything, the vibration of your voice and of course, when you swallowed the medicine. his face was still tinted crimson and if you weren’t teasing him in a different way, you’d have asked whether he had a fever. what interested you the most though was the look in his eyes, which had went from flustered and even a little shy to hungry. hungry for you, oh so needy that he played into your little game.

“you’re right.” he concluded and you knew you had won-

you forgot albedo wouldn’t let you win so easily, though.

his hold around your throat tightened momentarily and you let out a gasp, knees going weak. just as well as you knew him, perhaps even more so, he had memorised everything about you. every little spot that made you tremble, every word that had you holding onto him desperately, every little game you liked to play to tempt him.

and tempt him you did.

he dropped the pill on your tongue and tapped your cheek, a sign for you to swallow. so you obeyed, keeping your eyes locked on his as you pretended to swallow something else. you were forcing your luck, you knew, you had already gotten his attention as you wanted. and yet.. you wanted to play a little more.

you knew he felt you swallow it for he closed his eyes for a moment as the pill went down your throat, clearly trying to restrain himself before he took you in the middle of his work space.

it didn’t seem to work though, when he opened his eyes once again he looked downright predatory and this time, you were the one flushing beneath his gaze full of desire. did you know what kind of game you were playing, toying with him like that?

“open up.” he said, simple and straight to the point. “i want to make sure you swallowed it and aren’t hiding it somewhere in your mouth.”

so albedo had decided to partake rather than simply playing along.. how kind of him.

you did as instructed, sticking out your tongue once again under the assumption that he’d simply look- which was why you were taken by surprise once you felt two of his fingers in your mouth. he ‘examined’ your mouth, fingers touching every corner to make sure you weren’t ‘hiding the pill’, a poor excuse to hide the fact that he was fucking your mouth with his fingers.

he was uncaring of the drool that threatened to drip out of your mouth, continuing his pretend as he teased you even further. of course he was aware of your obsession with his hands.. why did you even think you’d get away with teasing him like this anyway?

once you realised albedo wasn’t pulling away despite having concluded the examination, you decided it was time to regain the upper hand. you closed your lips around his fingers and sucked on the digits, a soft moan leaving your throat as you did so.

you had always enjoyed having something in your mouth and so had albedo enjoyed putting something in there, so there was nothing surprising about it when his fingers around your throat tightened. “do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he asked you, voice but a murmur now and even though it was barely audible, the arousal in his voice was the loudest thing you’ve ever heard.

he wasn’t expecting a reply and yet you decided to grant him one by swirling your tongue around his fingers, just the way you did when it was his cock between your lips. the gasp he let out sounded painful, like you were torturing him. “enough.” he whispered, taking his fingers out of your mouth so he could kiss you instead.

he used his hand on your throat to pull you closer to him and you went, so willing, so pliant. he tried to be gentle, you could tell but even his self control had its limits and when his tongue pried into your mouth, something inside him seemed to snap. his grip around your throat tightened and he swallowed your moan greedily, intent on pulling even more out of you.

even without him cutting off the air flowing into your lungs you would have gotten dizzy with the way albedo kissed you so hungrily, tongue tracing every inch of your mouth and his teeth sinking into your lips. all his responsibilities seemed to be forgotten as he took in all of you and you doubted you’d be able to stay upright if it wasn’t for the tight hold on your throat. even as your eyes grew hazy he didn’t let up, the euphoria of being at his mercy made your pussy throb.

“you are so beautiful.” he murmured against your lips once you tapped him to take a break, even then unable to stay completely away as he continued to peck your lips. “you make me lose all reason.. i need you, please. please let me have you.”

archons, his pleading was so arousing.. the way he spoke of his need for you, as though he’d wither away if he didn’t get his fill of you- it made your heart flutter. even if this wasn’t your intention all along you’d have given in with the way he looked at you, so desperate, so full of adoration and desire.

[artiepooh]

toys are meant to be broken.

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a (late) birthday gift for the beloved @dilucsweetheart/@tohmas-darling!!

characters: scaramouche, reader

summary: agitated by the failure from his subordinates, scaramouche decides to relieve his anger through you.

warnings: NSFW, dacryphilia/crying, sadomasochism, degradation, afab reader. let me know if there are any other warnings to be added!

enjoy!

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the door slammed open and you jumped from where you were resting. “these stupid bastards!” scaramouche yelled out before he slammed the door close, his face twisted in anger as he threw down the vase next to the entrance to the floor. his anger outbursts were nothing new so there wasn’t exactly anything breakable in the room (excluding the bed. that he did break often.) and that included the vase. it slid away without a scratch and that seemed to irritate him even further. you knew how he got- he wanted to break something, to feel back in control.

and if he couldn’t break an object, he’d break you instead.

he continued cursing and throwing things as he walked over to you spread out on the bed, so ready to take him already. even that sight didn’t appease him at all though and you knew it was going to be a long night. “these fuckers… they can’t even do one thing as i order them to, how fucking hard could it be? do i have to do everything around here?” he let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed his face. since he had finally reached the bed there was nothing else to break but you and he could feel the arousal coursing through his veins at the sight of you, even with the slight fear in your eyes still spreading yourself open for him.

he didn’t waste any time with your clothing, simply ripping apart the shirt you were wearing and throwing the scraps of fabrics aside without any care. that was all you had on, mostly to provide him with.. easy access throughout the day. his hands found your face and he squished your cheeks, some of the anger in his eyes clearing only to be replaced with desire. “you though… you will be the perfect toy for me, won’t you? fuck, even just looking at you gets me excited.” he let go of your face, harshly enough to make you lose your balance and fall back onto the bed with him pouncing on you in the next second. there you were, trapped beneath a furious beast.

“how should i break you in today?” he mused, though it seemed like he was more so talking to himself. he really did treat you like a doll most of the time- he decided everything for you: your clothes, your meals, your daily schedule, how you orgasmed (if you got to orgasm at all) and you learned to love it. you weren’t given much choice on the matter regardless.

“slap yourself.” he ordered and you blanked for a second. “do i have to fucking repeat myself? are you stupid and deaf?” you gathered yourself and slapped yourself, though it was hesitant. no matter how much you wished to obey him it was hard to knowingly hurt yourself like this. could anyone even genuinely slap themselves with all their power?

your weak attempt only enraged him further and he snarled in your face. “you stupid bitch. do i have to show you how to do that as well?” he didn’t wait for a reply before slapping you, the force making tears well up in your eyes.

fuck. was it normal for you to get this wet at this kind of treatment? how many screws were loose in your head?

“that’s how you do it.” he said through gritted teeth before spitting on your face for good measure. you didn’t even blink, already used to this. “now. do it again and do it properly if you want even the slightest bit of mercy.”

well. that didn’t leave you with much choice. you took a moment to will yourself before slapping yourself, this time with the force he was looking for. the tears that welled up from his slap trickled down your cheeks this time. you could hear his laboured breathing as you stared up at him through dampened lashes, your cheek burning with the pain.

“fuck, so you can be useful for something. you must be crazy to be able to slap yourself like that..” he mocked you, as if he hadn’t ordered you to do it in the first place. you didn’t open your mouth, knowing anything you said right now would just piss him off. you were just a doll to him right now- you would speak when he told you to and hurt yourself for him to get off to.

he grabbed you by the hair and yanked you towards the mirror next to the bed, uncaring as you winced with the pain. “do it again and this time look at yourself. see how fucking pathetic you are, slapping yourself with all the power you have because a man told you to.” you didn’t hesitate this time and slapped yourself again, and again, and again.

scara busied himself with sliding his hand under your hips and when his fingers found your pussy he started laughing like a mad man. “you’re soaking the sheets. what the fuck is wrong with you, how could you get off on hurting yourself? or is it because you like being my toy so much?” as he talked he pushed in two of his fingers at the same time, barely waiting for you to adjust before pushing the third one in. the sudden stretch made you wince. although you were rather wet it wasn’t enough to take all of them in one go but scaramouche didn’t care. he never did when he was in this mood.

“did i tell you to stop? the second i think maybe you’re not a good for nothing you fail me once again.” he scolded in your ear and you couldn’t even comprehend what he wanted you to do with the way he slid his fingers in and out of you, getting you closer and closer to your high. you only came back to your senses when he slapped you once again and even then the pain made your mind go hazy, the lines between the pleasure from your cunt and the stinging pain of your cheek long blurred. even as you whimpered out his name and tried to stop him he didn’t even slow down, instead only increased his pace and continued to finger you until you rode out your orgasm completely.

he slapped you again, this time to get your attention and as you stared up at him through the cloudiness of your mind he groaned. “you look so good that i almost feel bad for the things i’m about to do to you. open up.” you obeyed and he shoved his fingers coated in your juices in your mouth. you gagged around them but he only kept pushing them in further and further, until your juices and drool were so mixed together it was impossible to tell which was which. he made you taste yourself thoroughly, lazily pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth with an amused expression.

once enough drool trickled out and he was pleased with the mess on your face, he forced his fingers truly down your throat this time and you gagged, once again tears welling up in your eyes. he palmed himself through his clothes at the sight of you looking so pathetic, uselessly choking around his fingers. “you look like such a cheap fucking whore right now, shit… do you like the taste of yourself that much?” he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, only laughing at you as you gasped for breath and coughed with the sudden burst of air.

“suck me off.” he ordered and when you opened your mouth to ask him to fuck you instead, he slapped you even harder than before. “are you trying to piss me off even further? if i tell you to do something, you have to treat it like god’s will.” you nodded obediently this time and bent down.

you took his cock out and spat on your hand so it’d be easier to jack him off as you serviced the head. he was big enough for you to struggle to take all of him and you didn’t want a sore jaw from the start. “hurry the fuck up already!” he snarled and you quickly went to work, taking the head between your lips and swirling your tongue around it. your hand continued to pump him as you looked up at him, the twisted expression on his pretty face not softening the slightest bit. you clearly had to work harder.

you let the head go and instead licked a stripe up from the bottom to the top of his cock before taking it back into your mouth, this time trying your hardest to go as deep as you could. scaramouche got off the most on seeing you struggle and cry oh so pathetically and you would give it to him.

you gagged once he hit the back of your throat but tried to keep going until tears were falling freely. that got the expression on his face to change, leaving it’s place to a mad like grin. “this really is the only thing you’re good for, huh? you were clearly meant to take my cock.” he let you struggle for a couple more seconds before kindly assisting you by shoving it completely down your throat and you were sobbing as you tried to adjust. he held it there for a bit as he dried out your tears with mock sympathy.

he pulled out and gave you a chance to breathe and as soon as you were done he forced himself back down your throat. he kept the pace going, fucking your throat like a fleshlight as groans fell out of his mouth whenever you scratched his thighs for something to hold onto.

luckily for you he didn’t cum down your throat. instead he pulled out one last time and before you knew it, he was coming on your face dampened with tears. he stroked himself to get every last drop out as you laid there and let him appreciate his work.

once he deemed it finished he started scooping it up and you opened your mouth out of habit. “don’t waste a drop. i’ve been so kind as to let you have this, so don’t be ungrateful now.” he muttered as he filled your mouth with all the cum he let out onto your face. once he was done, you stuck out your tongue to show him before closing it and swallowing. once you opened your now empty mouth back again and showed him, he hummed in appreciation. “i seem to have trained you well.”

[artiepooh]

as the reader said, WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"cat got your tongue?"

character: xiao

genre: smut

prompt: muzzles

warnings: modern au; afab reader, it/its prns used once (mockingly), bratty reader; Mean Xiao; dirty talk, Mocking; cockwarming; (slight?) humiliation ??; name-calling (bitch, slut, doggy); biting; Spit; hairpulling; slapping; light petplay; lazyass ending + no proof reading bc i wanna be done w this

a/n: for @dottorology 's sweet n sour event !!! // this literally wasnt even supposed to be a petplay fic but. here we are ig // ty to my lovelies @artiepooh, @s0ggyy, and @regularxiaosimp for helping out w ideas i owe yall my life fr

"t-take it off," you whined, fists clenching and unclenching, nails digging into your palms. squirming around on xiao's lap, you let out a sharp squeal when he thrust up into you so hard that you lost your balance and fell against his chest.

currently, his back was propped up against the headboard with his right hand on your hip and the other holding firmly onto your upperarm. now while you were no stranger to riding xiao, your current predicament was certainly ......... different.

when xiao had shyly asked if he could try something new this time, you had agreed right away, even before hearing what it was he wanted to try — you were just excited that he had been the one to ask about trying something new and didn't want to decline in fear of him becoming reluctant about asking to experiment with anything else in the future (besides, it wasn't like you weren't open to trying out new things).

what you hadn't expected, however, was to end up cockwarming him with your hands tied tightly behind your back and a muzzle strapped to your face, preventing you from kissing xiao or littering his pretty porcelain skin with all sorts of purple n' red hickies and bruises.

"oh you don't really mean that, d'ya, doll?" xiao mocked, thrusting up into you again, chuckling lowly at how you couldn't even keep yourself upright.

"i– i, uh — well .........." you stammered, resting your forehead against his shoulder so you wouldn't have to meet his gaze.

"well what, hm?" you felt xiao's hand release your arm and move to press his palm flat against your sternum before giving it a harsh shove, pushing you up and off his chest.

gasping in response to the rough treatment, you felt your pussy flutter around him when xiao took your jaw in his grasp, forcing you to meet his piercing topaz eyes.

"well?" he was growing impatient, and you could feel the stinging of his nails digging into your flesh from the hand that lay on your hip.

"i — i do mean it!" you lied.

"oh? 's that why you're creaming all over my cock," xiao paused for a moment to thrust up into you again, snickering to himself at the pitiful mewl you let out. "'s that why you're getting all misty-eyed right now? hmm? poor thing, it can hardly stay upright without my help."

xiao's words made you keen and lip quiver as his lips ghosted over your neck and nipped at the sensitive skin, while the hand that was on your hip repositioned itself on your outer thigh, thumb rubbing slow circles against the tender flesh.

"but oh well," he conceded, a mischievous glint in his pretty amber eyes, unnoticed by you, reaching around your head to undo the buckle of the muzzle. it didn't take you very long at all to realize what he was about to do, and you jerked your head back and away from his hands on reflex.

"n–no!" you exclaimed, realizing too late that he had set you up.

"no?" xiao smirked, one hand moving back to rest on your thigh while the other one stroked up and down your side, fingers just barely brushing over your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"n–no, i mean — i didn't– that's not what i meant!" you wailed, face flushed with hot, salty tears of embarrassment dampening your lashes as you tried not to cry.

"fuck that's pathetic, even for you, sweetheart. you can't even lie about not liking the muzzle? i would say i'm disappointed in you, but i didn't have very high expectations to begin with."

whimpering at his words, xiao let out a breathy whine when he felt you clamp down around him. biting your lip at his reaction, you dropped your full weight onto him and squeezed your thighs against his hips as tight as you could, trying your hardest to stifle your own pathetic noises.

"and just what do you think you're doing?" he asked, giving you a pointed look (except his tone made it sound like nore of a demand).

"i d–dont know what you're talking about," you lied again, wiggling your arms around, trying to loosen your restraints. maybe it was time to brat a little — there wasn't a whole lot you could do, but you were too stubborn to just roll over and submit entirely (where's the fun in that, anyway?). you were tired of xiao pushing your around and using you as little more than his own personal cockwarmer!

"hey hey, knock that off. you're gonna hurt yourself," xiao scolded, pinching your thigh. out of spite, you only redoubled your efforts; arching your back and squirming about, anything your frazzled mind could think of to try and get free (something you'd be disappointed to actually achieve).

"did you not hear me the first fucking time?" burying a hand in your hair, xiao grabbed a fistful and yanked your head back. "i said," he paused to nip at your exposed throat, "stop that."

"i– i, ah! heard you the first time," you whined.

"so if you heard me the first time, then why the fuck are you still acting like such a stupid lil' brat? hm? if you're so desperate to get yourself hurt, then i'm more than happy to help." smack! your head flew to the side at the impact, and you let out a loud cry. pulling you forward by your neck, xiao only smirked at you as you looked at him with tear-stained cheeks and a flushed face.

lip trembling, you opened your mouth to say something, but paused for a moment instead, an idea coming to mind.

"'s the matter, sweetheart?" he mocked. "cat got your t—" xiao's words died in his throat as a look of shock and disbelief crossed over his face. bringing a hand up to his cheek, he pressed two fingers to heated skin to swipe at the cool liquid that had landed there.

had you just fucking spit on him?

an uncomfortable, suffocating silence settled over the room. a moment passed. two.

smack!

"you ungrateful fucking slut," he growled. another smack! your cheeks stung as you barely choked back a sob, vision blurry and lashes dark with tears — you had really fucked up this time. "fine. you wanna act like a bitch? then i'll treat you like one. go ahead and bark for me, baby. c'mon, let's hear it."

letting your head fall forward, you tried to bury your face in the crook of his neck out of embarrassment, but xiao yanked your head back by your hair and held it firmly in place.

"awh, not so big and bad now, are you, doggy? where'd that attitude of yours go? what happened to my brat from earlier, hm?"

"f-fuck off," you spat, eyes darting away, desperate to avoid his gaze.

"ah-ah, that doesn't sound like a bark to me," he chastised, biting down on the side of your neck, smirking against the flesh at the whimper you let out.

"i– i'm not— ah! i'm not f–fucking barki— aa–aah! xiao!" you cried as he bit down harder, fangs piercing your skin, blood beading at the surface before starting to trickle down.

"maybe if you bark, i'll actually fuck you," he mumbled, running his tongue over the spot he bit and licking up the blood.

now that caught your attention. xiao had been using you as his little cockwarmer all night, and you just couldn't take it anymore! dignity be damned ..........

taking a breath to (try to) steele your nerves, you let out a pitiful little woof that had xiao pulling away from your neck and laughing in your face.

"jesus, fuck. don't tell me that's the best you can do?" he chortled, amber eyes glinting with mirth. "every time i think you can't get more pathetic, you go and prove me wrong."

xiao's words had your face burning in humiliation and pussy fluttering around him — drawing out a muffled groan from the aforementioned man as his hands settled back on your hips before giving them a squeeze.

"surely you can do better than that, can't you, puppy?" shaking your head no in response, embarrassed beyond belief, xiao thrust up into sharply, making you keen and fall against his chest. "no? then i guess i won't fuck you then," he shrugged.

"woof!" the noise had left your throat before you had even registered it as a sound that you had made. "woof woof!" a series of pitchy, broken moans and whines followed almost immediately after that because xiao had begun fucking up into you, pace relentless and grip painfully tight on your hips.

"aa–aah! xiao! xiao! f–fuck! slow— ah! ah! slow down! pl–please!" you wailed, going limp against his chest.

"slow down? y–you were the one that — ah! the one that barked just so i would fuck you. dumb, desperate brats don't get to make requests."

you could feel xiao hitting your g-spot with every thrust as tears flowed freely down your pretty face, dampening xiao's chest. the only support you had was xiao's hands on your hips, and your body was jolting with each thrust.

"nnhn 'm sorry! ple–ah! ple–ease! xiao!"

smack! it wouldn't be long before a handprint appeared on your ass as xiao ignored your cries, too preoccupied chasing after his own orgasm.

masterlist.

[artiepooh]

may i propose to the community: beigguang x reader, possibly someone who runs a renowned merchant guild

the three of you would have liyue in the palms of your hands, true power throuple lol

beidou would bring gifts from afar for the both of you, all well thought of and things that reminded her of the two of you.. (nsfw under the cut)

though sometimes the gifts are a little more on the suggestive side or straight up toys! everyone gets a turn of orgasming so hard they can’t think straight to try it out <3 the true fun begins when ningguang takes out the pictures..

you see, since beidou is gone for so long ningguang takes it upon herself to take care of her sweetheart. and take care of you she does, bending you over her desk and fingering your until your cries of pleasure stain the documents.. you always cause such a mess, huh? well, not to worry! this is in impeccable sight and she would never forget to take pictures so you can show beidou what you two were up to!!

[artiepooh]

cw: somewhat nsfw i think, albedo hc!

i hc that albedo likes to make nude sketches/painting of you. at first it really is purely for studying the human anatomy, he wants to know if there any visual differences between the humans of this planet and you, whos an outsider. but over time the sketches turn a little more suggestive- you looking up at the viewer with drool dripping down your tongue, the way your face scrunches up in pleasure…

[artiepooh]

will i be shunned for writing a regisvine smut fic. because that’s. that’s practically a creature with tentacles. does anyone else see the potential.

[artiepooh]

i. wow.

Scenario of how Zhongli would guide f! s/o who wants to learn how to deepthroat him but is inexperienced? 👀

stress relief

zhongli & gn!reader (NSFW) // 4.8k words

summary: zhongli takes his built up stress from work out on you by teaching you something new.

warnings: facefucking and a tiny bit of dacryphilia

notes: happy belated birthday zhongli!! and thank you so much for waiting anon T__T this is way too long overdue but i had some zhongli brainrot over the past two weeks which inspired me to write this. hope you all enjoy :)

ZHONGLI LET OUT A HEAVY SIGH as he sat at his desk, tapping his pen into the inkwell for what seemed like the millionth time tonight. It wasn’t surprising to see him working at home — after all, he was always glad to assist Hu Tao in any way he could, even if that meant filling out paperwork for some bookings here and there for her or personally venturing outside of the parlor for supplies beyond the harbor.

 But lately, his large influx of work was due to a sudden request from overseas that needed to be fulfilled urgently. The parlor had to export about two dozens of coffins and millions of Mora worth of funeral rite materials to Inazuma following the news of casualties in the nation’s recent battles. Since this request contained economic intricacies unfamiliar to Director Hu (as most business deals she made were usually made among Liyue’s borders and adjacent regions and never overseas), Zhongli had offered his convenient and abundant knowledge of trade across the seas to help lighten Hu Tao’s load. Plus, she offered to pay him extra for his time, and Zhongli would never complain about a bigger paycheck.

 Though as much as he hated to admit it, he seemed to have bit off more than he could chew. The Inazuma request was made while the parlor was meant to be filing taxes for the year. Hu Tao normally did this by herself, but with the request now being handled by Zhongli, it made sense for him to take care of the parlor’s taxes as well to hit two birds with one stone. In the meantime, Hu Tao would work with her fellow employees on gathering materials and loading them onto the Alcor so everything would be delivered on time. Throughout all this, the parlor still had to manage their current funerals booked in Liyue, and with the Lantern Rite festival approaching, everything seemed to get busier for everyone in the parlor as the days dragged on.

 There was no doubt that Zhongli was stressed. He had to dig through his memory of the most efficient trading routes for each Inazuman island, calculate the cost of export, write a plan for Hu Tao to carry out, all while keeping the parlor’s taxes in mind under a crunched deadline. With so much more responsibilities in and out of work swimming through his mind, there was no time to think about his own personal needs. He had spent every night for the past few days staying up late to refine every single detail and meet every deadline, and of course, you were growing concerned for him.

 You happily offered to stay in his office to keep him company whenever you could, preparing tea for him when he got home and reminding him to eat his dinner as soon as the sun went down. At times you would offer to massage his shoulders whenever he took a few minutes to rest his mind, but through it all, it was obvious that he was exhausted yet couldn’t quite relax. Tonight you sat at his side as usual, cuddling his arm and gently caressing his thigh to comfort him as much as you felt you could. Initially, this didn’t seem to have much effect on him because of how fixated he was with his work, but every time you tried to leave his side he would gently tug on the hem of your top to pull you back to him.

 “I need you to stay, love,” he had muttered after your second attempt to leave him alone. “Your touch… makes me feel better.”

 So you obliged, listening to his steady breathing and watching each stroke of his pen, carefully and thoughtfully placed without a single error. For most of the night he stuck to the same pattern: fill out a page, take a deep breath, replace the page, refill the ink of his pen, then repeat. You stuck to a pattern as well: caress his thigh as he wrote, give him a kiss on the cheek when he finished a page, then repeat. But as the night grew darker and he grew more frustrated, he eventually set the pen down and slumped back on his chair, crossing his arms after he cracked his knuckles.

 “What’s wrong?” you grew concerned as he closed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows, clearly unsatisfied with something.

 He was silent for a moment, sitting there with his eyes closed. It looked like he was thinking of something to say, cooking up an answer in his rapidly firing brain. At the same time it also looked like he was trying to rest his eyes from staring downwards all night. Maybe it was a little bit of both.

 “Please… forgive me for what I am about to say,” he muttered under his breath as he opened his eyes to meet yours.

 “What do you mean?” you gladly accepted his hand which had reached to gently hold yours. He began tracing his thumb along the knuckles of your fingers, letting his thoughts properly sink in.

 His relationship with you wasn’t new by any means, but he made sure to keep one thing in mind throughout all his time with you: he never wanted to take intimacy any further than you wanted it to be. In other words, he seldom made any first moves of affection unless you clearly wanted him to. To him, it was a gesture of his respect towards you — he would be shattered if he ever accidentally broke an unspoken boundary he never knew of. To you, it was adorable, the way he would ask for permission before every passionate kiss or wait for your signal before climbing into bed behind you. He clearly loved you and never wanted to hurt you in any way by pushing things farther than they needed to be.

 Yet there was something bubbling in him tonight, something a little darker that consumed his thoughts. He had to admit that life as a mortal in a relationship wasn’t what he expected. He found himself having to control his carnal desires much more frequently, not because of his mortal form, but because of you. The way you would caress and massage his body through his clothes or whisper in his ear that you loved him made his urges bounce off the walls, but of course, he didn’t want to admit it. Especially when the two of you had never pushed boundaries past kisses and touchy hands.

 At least, he normally didn’t want to take things a step further, but tonight was not a normal night. Your innocent eyes unintentionally egged him on, along with the glimpse of your soft lips waiting to press another kiss on his cheek and tell him to keep working hard. Those lips, shiny with a thin coat of saliva from a single stripe of your tongue, were all he could stare at as he began to indulge in his dirty fleeting thoughts. It was a selfish idea, he thought, to ask you to help him relieve his built up stress in a lustful manner after you had so willingly devoted your time to comfort him this late into the night. At the same time, he thought it was the perfect opportunity to ask for such a favor – after all, you were very willing for him, and it’s not as if you were doing anything else…

 You must be bored, he tried to justify his thoughts. You must want something to be occupied with instead of sitting there, looking so bored…

 He licked his own lips almost instinctively as he stared, fighting the urge to look further down your body. Stress radiated from his skin like the wick of a candle as he pondered what his next words would be to you.

 He felt guilty. He felt filthy. But he felt distracted by you, yet he didn’t want to be left alone, so he wanted you to stay. But the longer you stayed, the longer his desires grew. And the longer he worked, the longer his impatience built up…

 “Do you need something?” you finally snapped him out of his thoughts with that question. He was being a little more silent than usual, and as much as you loved when he admired your face, you felt he was staring much longer than he might have realized.

 “…I need you,” was all he managed to say.

 “Well, I’m right here,” you gave him that sweet grin of yours. That sweet grin, the one that made his heart swell.

 The one he wanted to ruin right about now.

 “Forgive me, love,” he let go of your hand, resting both elbows on the armrests of his chair as he made himself comfortable.

 “Why do you keep saying that?”

 “I need to ask for… a favor.”

 “I’m all ears,” you tried to sound as grounded as possible to hide the fact that you grew concerned by the second. Why was he acting so strange and avoidant? Did you do something to annoy him?

 After what felt like an eternity of silence, he turned his gaze away from you towards the floor, despondent and almost ashamed in a way. He decided to tell the truth, knowing you wouldn’t push him away even if you didn’t agree with him. You loved him too much, and he loved you even more. If any problems arose from this confession, he knew you would still love him just the same.

 “...I want you to get down on your knees,” he finally admitted.

 Surprise flashed across your eyes. It was unlike him to be demanding like that, especially for such a suggestive request. Words weren’t adding up for a few moments, but once you realized he was truly being serious, you pulled your thoughts together. You weren’t opposed to the idea, it was just… unexpected. Nervous eyes darted to his knees, which had now uncrossed with a clear intention.

 “A-Are you asking for something… intimate, Zhongli?”

 “Perhaps.”

 You couldn’t conjure up a response even if you tried. The words wouldn’t escape your brain — all you could do was follow the thoughtless movement of your body as you slowly stepped in front of him and knelt down between his knees. Each limb had a mind of its own as you sat yourself in a comfortable position and let him stare at the way a blush crept onto your cheeks. Embarrassed by the proximity of his lap to your face, your eyes darted to the side, wanting to avoid as much mental confrontation with the current situation as possible.

 “Judging by how eagerly you followed such a request without hesitation nor objection, I trust that you are okay with this situation?”

 Your hair bounced as you nodded profusely. The rhythm of your heart thumped quicker at the thought of doing something so intimate with Zhongli, your lover who you had only shared surface level affection with thus far. The thought of finally taking things a step further after all this time together excited you, so much that words were still completely forgotten, like snowflakes disappearing into the palm of a warm hand on a cold evening such as this one. He was delighted to see you eager for him and he surely didn’t want to stop, but he still had his doubts with how easily you complied.

 So he double checked, as usual. “I need a verbal agreement, dearest.”

 “Yes,” your eyes quickly met his amber stare. With as much reassurance in your voice as you could muster, you nodded once more. “I… I want to do this for you, Zhongli.”

 “Do what, hm?” he teased. “All I’ve asked is that you kneel down for me.”

 “I can do… more than just that if that’s what will help you relieve some tension,” you happily offered. He nodded slowly in agreement, the corners of his mouth turning up as he felt his pants getting tighter in anticipation.

 “Have you ever performed oral before, dear one?”

 A blush quickly crept onto your cheeks as you shook your head no. He only grinned more at this, slowly moving his hand to your head to run his fingers across your scalp, gathering the loose strands and tucking them behind your ear as much as he could.

 “Allow me to guide you, then,” he shifted in his seat, pushing his lap an inch closer to your blushing face.

 “As you wish,” you gladly responded as you relaxed your neck and placed your hands on your lap, ready to do whatever he pleased. Relief washed over you as he continued to caress the spot behind your ear, knowing that he would teach you well, as he did with most educational rambles on various topics. Zhongli continued this gentle motion, admiring the features of your face, imagining how messy he can make them. You sat there so patiently for him, staring into his eyes that had a certain glow to it due to the candlelight which illuminated his desk. Behind him, you could see Liyue’s first snowfall of the winter season begin to accumulate on the window, appreciating the warmth of his body that sat so close to yours.

 He cleared his throat before speaking, figuring he shouldn’t dwell on his thoughts any longer, instead opting to manifest them in real life. “Offer me your hand.”

 You obeyed, lifting your dominant hand and placing it atop his thigh, feeling your heartbeat flutter faster every second. He removed his hand from your hair, gently grabbing your palm and guiding it towards the tent in his slacks. Dragging your fingers along the zipper towards his belt buckle, he glanced at you with an expectation, which you picked up immediately. Without his help, you took your time unbuckling and unzipping him, making sure to maintain eye contact with him with each swift movement. A low grumble in his throat as you kept grazing over his swelling member with each movement made you giggle softly. He was enjoying every second of this and it had barely begun.

 Still keeping one hand on your thigh, you used the other to finally reveal his aching cock, one that made your eyes widen at the sheer size. He was neither big nor small, rather, if it weren’t for your nervousness from inexperience, you felt he was the perfect size for you. The flesh of it was darker than the rest of his skin with a throbbing red tip, practically drooling with precum. You had to admit that the sight of him taking deep breaths through parted lips while he watched you curiously grab his length made your own core throb as well.

 Your inexperience didn’t mean you were oblivious to what would make him feel good. He didn’t need to tell you to do anything for you to automatically begin shifting your palm up and down with a tender squeeze, wetting your lips with your tongue to prepare for what’s to come.

 “You’re already doing so well,” he said with a breathy chuckle as you continued pumping him slowly. “Keep going, love.”

 Zhongli decided to encourage you with more kind caresses, tucking your hair behind your ear once more and keeping his hand there to scratch your scalp. A pout formed on your face as you realized you couldn’t stare at him anymore with his length covering your view, so you plopped your cheek against his inner thigh, leaning into his touch a bit more. Glee filled his eyes as he indulged in your admirable face once more, warmth pooling in his cheeks as he watched the lewd movement of your hand right next to your loving eyes.

 “Are you ready to continue?” he questioned, enjoying the feeling of your hand yet yearning for more. “If you are uncertain, I will be content with only this.”

 Daringly, you inched your face closer to his cock, close enough that your nose was breathing in his musky scent, each inhale and exhale tickling his veins. “I’ve been waiting for the teaching to truly begin, you know.”

 “Oh?” his eyes lit up with your forward statement, more dirty thoughts flashing across his eyes as he felt the warm breath of your lips while you talked. Mentally waving the fantasies away, he removed the pillow that he had been using as a backrest and offered it to you, waiting for you to adjust the position or your legs so that you knelt down on the cushion before continuing. “Let us begin, then.”

 The fingers that had been massaging your head travelled further back, his large palm now cupping the base of your skull. “Bring your head up further for me.”

 You obeyed, straightening your back so your head would be positioned closer to his leaky tip. “Now open your mouth,” he commanded, his eyes sternly locked on yours. “Keep your tongue out for me and I can guide you through the rest.”

 With a slight tremor of your lips, you dropped your jaw slowly, darting your tongue out so it would cover your teeth. The gleam of your wet muscle shyly waiting for him made his heart race. “Good,” he dragged out the vowels in the word as he slowly pulled your head further down until the tip of his cock was mere centimeters away from being tasted. You looked so adorable just sitting there, letting the drool slowly accumulate on your bottom lip as he began to pull your head down on his own. Zhongli’s voice nearly dropped an octave when he groaned at the feeling of your mouth finally enveloping his cock, suckling only on the tip as he knew not to force you down quickly — not yet, at least. Not until you’ve gotten used to it, he reminded himself of your experience, or lack thereof.

 “Remember to breathe through your nose, love,” he said between groans, noticing your gag reflex already starting to flare up when he accidentally pushed you down half an inch further. “And do not force yourself too much for me. Please do not hesitate to tap on my leg if you need to breathe.”

 He let you rest in that same position on his length for a few moments, allowing you to naturally lift yourself off whenever he alleviated the pressure on your head and nudging you down again after watching you take a breath. The tip was the only thing he let you wrap your lips around, as he intended to go deeper when you got more comfortable with him inside your mouth. Zhongli grinned when he noticed your jaw loosening, like oiling a cog in a machine.

 “Attempt to swallow,” he said while he continued to move your head up and down his crown, and when you did, a load guttural moan rumbled in his throat, an indicator of how well you managed to comply to his request.

 “Very good,” he said, almost breathless as you repeated that swallowing motion over and over again to hear his groans of praise. “You are learning quickly, my love. Do you think you can go deeper?”

 When you felt the weight on your head relax, instead of pulling off to catch your breath, you instead used the opportunity to try and push yourself down a little further, managing to fit another inch or so into your mouth. As much as your gag reflex screamed at you when the tip of his cock grazed against the back of your throat, you ignored your instincts, instead listening to his shaky exhales and focusing on the way his fingers petted your scalp with fervor. “You are learning quickly, indeed,” his voice wavered as he lost his words to pleasure.

 Despite how good the feeling was as you bobbed your head up and down about half of his cock at this point, he still craved for more, constantly fighting the urge to buck his hips up into your skull whenever he gently pushed your head down. You couldn’t divide your attention well enough to continue staring at his face as he filled your mouth with his length, so you instead stared at the buttons of his undershirt, noticing the little twitches of his hips whenever you got close enough. Groans filled the room, growing louder whenever you had the strength to swallow your own spit around his cock. He leaned his head to the side, resting his temple on the palm of his hand as he watched you work up and down with the tempo he set by his hand, a steady beat similar to that of the drums in Liyue’s street parades. Even as he gradually stopped pushing you with his palm and allowed you to set your own rhythm with his hand merely resting on your skull, you maintained this same tempo, getting used to the feeling and even enjoying it in a way.

 “Even without my guidance, you are doing very well,” he praised, proud of how you were adapting so quickly. He straightened his spine slowly, not wanting to disturb the streak of rhythm you had established, then ran his other hand along the other side of your head. “If you are willing to continue, I believe you are ready for more.”

 Your heart nearly skipped a beat as you realized his implications, immediately getting nervous about what’s to come. You lifted your head off of him to catch a breath for the first time, coughing up spit that had been pushed at the back of your throat and feeling small tears well up in your eyes. As much as you were confident that you were doing well so far based on his groans and little tidbits of verbal praise, the thought of going deeper made you nervous. He wasn’t impossibly big, but the thought of him entering your throat felt impossible.

 “Won’t I choke on it?” you naively asked, finally locking eyes with him for the first time since the beginning of this escapade.

 “I will go easy on you,” he gently tightened his grip on your head, eagerly pulling you back towards his cock. “And I will make sure you get plenty of opportunities to breathe, my dear. Just relax and allow me to… mmph…”

 His ramble was immediately cut off by the warmth of your lips as you slowly lowered yourself on his cock, focusing on breathing through your nose and relaxing as much as possible. The hands on your head made sure to lift you up to alleviate tension before you went too deep, almost like Zhongli truly wanted to make sure you wouldn’t choke too hard. Even though you were certainly gagging by the time you were a mere two inches away from his base, you were determined to continue pleasuring him. It was more than a desire to make him feel good, it was also the desire to be good for him. The desire to be of service to him while he was working so hard, and the desire to relieve his stress. You knew deep inside that doing this for him was one step closer to him returning the favor in the future, and judging by how he treated you now with such dominant gentleness, you were looking forward to that moment indeed.

 “I may not be able to hold myself back any longer,” you heard him mutter through shaky breaths. He stared in awe at how messy your face already was bobbing up and down with a bit of a struggle, how strings of saliva had connected his cock to your chin and how tears had already pricked at your eyes, streaming down your flushed cheeks. His cock twitched in excitement at the thought of how he alone managed to make you look like this despite you being so shy earlier.

 “Look at you, taking me so well,” he cooed, keeping your head in place as you sputtered up more spit with his cock occupying more space in your throat. Tears flooded your eyes and you were already coughing on his length yet you refused to tap out, quite enjoying the limited air and the firm grip he had on your hair as he mindlessly started to pull on your roots. The rougher he got, the more you were encouraged by this assertive side of him, and the more your heart swelled at the thought of doing so well for him for your first time simply by being pliant and subservient.

 “So obedient even when you are choking for air,” he continued the praise, relentless as he kept himself buried in your mouth despite your reflex, “and so strong willed that you refuse to lift your head up. You truly are a gift, my gem.”

 The desire to ruin you even further was nearing its peak. There was something about seeing your pristine face deteriorate with tears and spit that made him want to truly see how far you could go for him. His fantasies grew darker as he thought about truly making you suffocate on his cock, yet he maintained his composure enough to spare at least some kindness. He allowed you to lift your head up once more for a quick breath before easing you back down with a newfound goal.

 “Place your full trust in me for a few moments,” is what he said before pushing your head down as far as it could go, letting your nose crash into his cleanly groomed skin without a second thought. Zhongli’s hips softly bucked up off his seat to repeatedly meet the back of your throat, craving to go deeper and deeper, even if only by mere millimeters with every thrust. He blissfully ignored your continued gagging, knowing you were enjoying this as much as he was based on how your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you tried to look up at him and your muffled moans. “That’s it,” he moaned as he noticed the bulge in your throat that had formed with every movement of his hips. “Oh heavens, that’s it…”

 Face fucking you is not what he intended to do at the start, but it’s certainly what he was thinking about when he first saw that sweet grin of yours — that sweet grin, the one that made his heart swell, and the one he had ruined so beautifully. Everything about you was like a work of art to him, each tear and drop of snot perfectly painted on your face to send thoughts racing across his mind, thoughts that would forever be imprinted in his mind. With this memory of you branded in him for years to come, he interlaced his fingers behind your head as if he were holding you in a warm embrace, falling deeper in love as your throat hugged his cock tighter until finally, he had to let go.

 Your eyes widened as you felt it: the spurts of warm liquid rushing down to your core as he climaxed, like drinking freshly brewed tea in a cold snowstorm. Soft moans made by both you and Zhongli accompanied the sweet surprise, interrupted by your coughs as he lifted your head off of him, finally letting you take a breather. You gasped for air like you had never breathed in your life, chuckling at the realization of what had just transpired. Seeing Zhongli lose his composure over something so sexual was certainly a first.

 “I… apologize for getting carried away,” he broke the silence first, reaching into his drawer to find a spare handkerchief then leaning forward to wipe most of the sweat and spit on your face. “I do not know what came over me.”

 “There’s no need to apologize,” your voice was hoarse and weak, as expected, but you cleared your throat the best you could by swallowing any remnants of cum. “How did I do for my first time?”

 “I believe if you were to receive a grade, I would give you a one hundred percent,” Zhongli smiled fondly, cleaning off the remaining mess that dribbled down your reddened throat. “However, I truly must get back to work as soon as possible. If you would like to rest, I will meet you in bed when I am finished working.”

 You raised an eyebrow as he helped you stand up on your feet, but instead of walking away to take a bath, you slowly climbed into his lap, pressing your hips against his and noticing he was still as firm as before. With a teasing grin you couldn’t help but whisper, “Don’t you think you could offer me some… extra credit?”

 Zhongli sighed, running one hand along your thigh and staring at where both of your hips met. “You certainly tempt me.”

 “Can I tempt you enough to take off of work for tonight?”

 He sighed once more.

 Of course you can.

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[artiepooh]

where’s the drabble or fic. for this. quick.

grabbing xiao by the light purple belt looped around his waist and tugging him in for a kiss AUTOMATICALLY taps into the more feral side of his character. i’m talking quick domination in the kiss, hand lifting to wrap around your throat and angle your head, desperation in the way his teeth clack against yours and the way he uses a little too much saliva, hand groping at your waist to pull you closer until your chest collides with his—the whole shabang.

[artiepooh]

here’s my opinion(s): (nsfw under the cut!)

i agree with a lot of the would, only additions would be kazuha, venti, lisa & albedo. not sure why but i just feel like it. for further context:

i think childe would either love or hate the experience with his doppelgänger. i think he’d love (in theory) the intensity of it bc he already knows the boundaries and secret fantasies etc but. in practice it might prove too boring for him if he already knew everything. would still try it for the sake of it though

kaeya, lisa, yae do it bc they want to see how they look/sound like during it and use it as learning experience (the learning experience also goes for albedo but he does it for the sake of science instead so. yeah)

venti i feel like might find it a little awkward in theory (as he has his. dead friend’s face. and the imagery might prove a bit traumatic) but would enjoy it in practice. i think he’d definitely make implications about it in songs later

i don’t have thoughts about the rest i agree with what you said ❤️

in light of what we were just talking about. which genshin characters do you think would/wouldnt fuck an identical version of themselves & why. i’m so curious. i’ll share my thoughts afterwards i don’t want to influence your opinion lmao

nsfw

Aaaaa okay this is hard but here are some I can think of.

Would: Itto because he is the best and therefore gives the best sex so he would want to try it out. Kaeya because he is Kaeya. Yae because she is Yae. Childe because he is Childe. Beidou and Ningguang would because "lol why not?"

Wouldn't: Scaramouche because although he knows he's (allegedly) the best at sex he just finds it weird. Diluc also finds it weird (also because he hates himself too much lol). Ganyu, Kokomi, Gorou and Ayaka wouldn't because as that one manga panel says, "and they were both bottoms". Sara and Keqing wouldn't because they find it to be weird. Lumine and Aether wouldn't because it feels like their doppel is their twin.

Maybe: Kazuha??? I don't know why...okay well I think if he was stoned enough he would. Mona if she was convinced enough and got free mora after it. Venti and Lisa if they were curious enough. Same for Ei but only if Yae roped her into it. Rosaria if she was curious and horny enough. Shenhe wouldn't think about it initially unless someone brought it up and she thought about it for a couple days but it's still a huge maybe because since they both have no experience, she's worried it woukd be awkward. Same for Thoma. Albedo if his doppel was willing and he is interested enough in the concept. Xiao but only if he was horny and/or Red Xiao intiated. Zhongli but very unlikely and only if he was REALLY REALLY horny.

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trembling and horny gripping the phone

Childe with a lover who's dominant but easily embarrassed so just for fun he decides to turn his dearest mistress into a huge blushing mess for once ♡

HI HELLO i'm sorry i'm getting to this so late🙏🏾

YES YES YES i've always hc childe as a huge switch, so this concept is everything. it didn't matter whether you edged or overstimulated him, lightly teased or brazenly wore away at his pride, you've always been sweet to him, words sticky with affection and dripping with honey. in fact, it's this aspect of your personality that childe utilizes as leverage when turning the tables on you.

gradual disobedience turns to outright brattiness before turning into a blatant and unwavering determination to overpower you. he doesn't use such a method very often, but he thinks it's so cute the way your eyes widen with shock and your pretty lips part in a gasp when he pins you to a flat surface via your wrists or displays sudden bursts of roughness/aggression when stripping you or flipping you onto your back. if you kick at his chest, he'll seize your ankles and fold you in half until all you can do is gape up at him in surprise. if you push or shove at his shoulders in an attempt to wiggle out from underneath him, he'll lace his fingers through yours and pin your hands to the mattress.

every attempt you make to regain control will be futile, and as long as your safe word never passes your lips (which it never does), he has no intention of surrendering the amusement he derives from watching you struggle and flush and sputter about how he needs to get off you. teases you, calls you "mistress" with a patronizing lilt in his voice when he's kissing your cervix with the tip of his cock while you clench around his length in a pathetic attempt at regaining some semblance of power.

childe, who thinks you look gorgeous on top of him, but downright adorable under him.