#genshin kinktober

[knavesflames]

What about some vampire king arlecchino where she drinks blood-wine and keeps reader on her lap like a pet 😋

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[scheduled post]

Thank you for kickstarting my kinktober <3 I took the idea and ran with it but I’m actually quite happy with how it turned out, and I hope everyone else is too <3

Word count: 1.8k

Contents: fingering, vampire!arlecchino x human fem!reader

Nsft utc!

Arlecchino, a vampire so powerful that she terrifies both vampires and humans alike. Rumour has it that she once killed a man just by appearing next to him and whispering. She’s hauntingly terrifying, and somehow, the most beautiful creature you’ve ever set your eyes on. You can’t trick yourself into thinking that she doesn’t horrify you, that something about her chills you to the bone and makes you almost pray she has mercy on you when she decides to kill you. Arlecchino seems to have taken a liking to you, however.

Watching you from afar each night, only appearing at your door after the clock strikes midnight, you noticed quickly that she was quite a persistent woman thing when she decided to be. At first, you ignored the knocking on the wood of your door (the only thing that separated you and her). When you refused to answer (for you knew you would meet your end the second you stared into those soulless eyes), she began speaking. Pleading, almost. “Let me in,” her voice, barely a whisper, had reached you even through the headphones you had on in an attempt to drown her out. You wondered if the powers she was rumoured to possess were, in fact, true.

You’d like to say you withstood it. That you were able to wait until she had gotten bored, and that you were not like the others. The others. What became of them, once she was finished? Were they, perhaps, the other vampires you knew roamed about the land? Or, had they become nothing more than bones buried in soil, waiting to be discovered by some aspiring archaeologist in decades to come? Nobody knew. Nobody wanted to.

Alas, you did not withstand it. After a few months of her lurking by your door, you made the grand mistake of opening it. Immediately, your eyes moved to the floor. If there was one thing you, and everyone else knew, was that it was incredibly unwise to look into her eyes. They were not normal eyes. They did not have an iris, or a pupil. They were black holes with crosses the colour of spilled blood. Something that seemed so simple, and yet, you have known of people who looked, and were left so scared they could no longer speak.

“May I enter? Your home looks ravishing.” Her voice was a drawl, one that pierced whatever guard you were attempting to put up. You opened your mouth, nothing came.

“Look at me.” You realised by then that the rumours about whatever powers she could possess were true, for you, despite your screaming mind and attempts to stay looking down, found your eyes travelling up her frame. Arlecchino was taller than you realised, and her heels certainly didn’t help. Her suit, somehow a pristine white (how odd for a bloodthirsty vampire), contrasted against the inky black in her hair. “May I enter?”

Your head unwillingly found itself nodding, but clearly, that wasn’t enough, for she demanded once more. “Say it.”

“..you can come in.” You muttered. From then, she would visit you quite often, and you would come home to find her casually sitting at your dining table. You grew quite attached to her, though you detested admitting it. When you learned that she would not leave you alone, you found yourself appeasing her, stocking up on candles she enjoyed, playing her favourite songs quietly. You both grew close, in all honesty, and you understood that the night she made your head fall back in pleasure and your voice break from the countless moans you let out. Something about her made your heart beat faster and your breathing heavier. (Was it fear or arousal? Did the fear somehow arouse you more? You refused to explore that train of thought because you knew the answer)

One October night, you come home after work only to find her there once again. Not a surprise anymore, you think, you almost knew she’d be there. On the nights where the air is bitter and there are no stars in the sky, she opts to spend her time with you. You offer a small hum of acknowledgment, but don’t look at her. You try not to look at her, ever.

“Come here.” Arlecchino’s voice carries through your small apartment, the familiar thrum of her fingers tapping on the table. When your eyes move to the table, you notice a wine glass. One of yours, you’re aware, but you didn’t own any wine. The cogs begin to turn as you take a few steps closer.

Her hand, blackened with patterns you can’t help but secretly admire, pats her knee, the soft sound of the fabric reaching your ears. You abide, once again, swallowing as you perch there, your body tense. One hand wraps around your waist, and with strength, too much strength, pulls you closer. Her body, which one would expect to be cold, is burning hot, and as much as you hate doing so, your body instinctively leans into it. The room is cold, and she seems to hum when she feels you rest your body weight onto her. Your jaw tenses when you begin to question if you’re even scared of her anymore.

Until, that is, she sips the wine in the glass she so graciously stole from you. Wine. ‘Wine’. It feels like ice shoots through your veins when you smell the familiar metallic smell of blood, the one that seems to always coat her skin just faintly. It is then that you realise she isn’t drinking wine at all, but blood. Fresh blood, even. You feel sick until her voice cuts through your mind.

“I can hear that heart of yours. Scared, hm?” The words are almost teasing, and somehow, it almost seems like she cares. You shudder when her breath (and her fang) grazes your skin as she speaks. You cannot decide if you want to stay or run. You are horrified.

“That isn’t wine.”

“No, it isn’t. I never said it was, you assumed.” Arlecchino murmurs, moving to begin placing gentle kisses along the skin of your neck, causing your eyes to flutter closed. In times like these, you forget she isn’t human anymore.

“I should have known you were like every other vampire.” You whisper, mostly to yourself. Even so, you allow your head to tilt to give her better access. Your mind is slightly fuzzy, but you hear her place the glass on the table, and you feel the way her hands are sliding under your shirt. You let her. You like it.

“I’m not like every other vampire,” she protests quietly, but the words are full of amusement and mockery. “I’m worse.” Her words are punctuated by a small bite on your earlobe, one that causes you to moan yelp. The creature woman almost chortles at your moan, and chooses to push away your bra roughly. She cups your breast like her hands were made to do so, and suddenly she isn’t so gentle. She presses hot, open mouthed kisses onto your jaw, your neck, your shoulder, whatever skin she can access. Your arms circle her shoulders, and your hands weave into the snowy strands of her ponytail. When she gets this way, you always wonder whether she’s going to eat you, or, well, eat you.

Slender fingers fumble with the buttons of your jeans for a few seconds before she gets irritated, muttering a low curse before using those sharp, sharp nails to just rip the fabric. She lets out a noise of satisfaction when she hears the seams rip and you gasp. Without even thinking, you let your thighs spread, and she hums in approval.

“Good. Keep them like that, or else.”

“Or else, what?” You breathe, but the only reply you get is her fangs digging into your skin just slightly. You let out a breathy sigh, relishing each time her lips move against your skin, each time the tip of her fangs touch your skin, threatening, but never acting. (You’re unsure if she ever would bite you) (on certain evenings with her, you almost wish she would so you could spend your life with her)

“Please,” you murmur, and it seems that tonight, she is merciful, for her fingers move between your folds, a low chuckle coming from her throat.

“Excited, are we?” Arlecchino dons a wicked grin that only grows when she pushes said fingers into you, eliciting a cry of pleasure from you. She starts slowly, letting you adjust, but after only a few movements, your body is asking for more, hips twitching in an attempt to get her to hit that spot.

She does as you want her to, again, and again until each breath of yours comes out as a groan, a moan or a whimper. Your hands grip onto her suit like it’s a lifeline, your eyes are squeezed shut.

“I could bite you now,” she murmurs, clearly excited by even the thought of it. Clearly, you are too, by the sound you make and your heart beats faster. “I like you too much to do that, my plaything, but the thought is good, no?”

Each thrust of her fingers brings you closer and she’s very, very aware of that. You are, too. Your hips are essentially riding her fingers at this point, and she lets you. “I have heard that blood tastes the best when one orgasms. Should we try? I think yours would taste the sweetest.”

Those words alone seem to send you over the edge, because with a final whine, your breath stops for a second and you see stars. “Fuck—“ your swearing is so loud that it echoes the room, and Arlecchino knows that for as long as she exists, she will remember the sound of it, even after you are long gone (unless she can gather the courage to turn you one day. She can’t fathom the idea that she turns you and one day you despise her, that she’ll have to walk around with that knowledge).

Sliding her fingers out of you with a slick pop, her tongue darts out, wetting her lips before resting her fingers on her tongue. She moans at the taste of it, she believes it’s better than any blood she could ever taste. Arlecchino used to tell herself that she’d get what she wanted and leave you for the rest of the night, but these days, she’s been staying much longer than she should be. So, when you end up talking asleep on her, she lets you, even choosing to stroke your hair and trace circles against the pulse point in your neck with one hand, her other now holding the wine glass again. She thinks absentmindedly for a long time, swirling the wine in her glass.

By the time you awaken, you’re in your bed, blankets tucked around your body, the apartment’s heating on medium, and her lipstick marking the pulse points of your wrist and your neck.

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 21﹕✦﹕┈・୧

-> Event Masterlist

Neuvillette x F!Reader -> Ruts

the spring time of the year is much anticipated, it’s a lovely weather to have. a lovely season to fall in love with nature, and a lovely season to be shown just how desperate neuvillette can truly get for you. it’s the way he starts to come home early, it’s the slow intricate details that slowly emerge from your partner. he’s more possessive, easily jealous, eyes your outfits more, puts on his perfume on you before leaving for work, until finally… the hydro soverign’s most intimate, and stressful event commences. the rut, you’d find him going through a phase where he wants to create a nest for his pet, his little mate. you’d need everything you have. water, food, clothes. yet it’s somehow so cozy, you can’t help but awe at it. oh, and also — don’t put things here and there. neuvillette isn’t one for rage but he’d pout if you do so. do it at your own risk. ;)

now that you know what’s happening — its easier to guess that this predicament wouldn’t end until neuvillette’s satisfied with you. “god- you feel so good, i’ll breed you into the malleable little mate i have.” he groaned, thrusting deep into your puckering hole as you moaned for him, ecstatic under the feeling of his ridged cock taming you. a beautiful white ring forming alongside the base of it as he churns the mixture of yours and his essence for the third time.

“can- can’t take it- s’ too much, neuv,” you whimper out as your womb physically stops him from rutting & railing further, your knees shoved beside your ears as both his hands gripped them bruisingly. “you will, you are doing so good, my fragile little thing.” neuvillette praises you, leaning in and suckling onto your already bruised tits & marked skin. “you look so delectable like this, meant to be one with me.” neuvillette is exceptionally vocal today, moaning, groaning & saying words that are a mixture of utter sin & comfort.

“but i’m nowhere near done to loving you — angelic being.” neuvillette looks at you with tender eyes, spilling his load deep inside you as his precise movements of tenderness roam around your puffy clit, pushing you off the edge alongside him. you’re reduced to a brainless, overstimulated mess. little sniffles escaping from your parted lips and staining the pillow. you look so adorable like this— taking neuvillette’s cock as if it’s the only thing you’re supposed to it. it is actually, what better than being hydro dragon’s spoiled mate?

“ssh, it’s okay darling, you’re doing so well.” neuvillette praises, adoring you & kissing your collarbone. “let me give my little one some break.” as soon as the breeding haze fades from his mind into clarity, neuvillette is beside you that very instant, soothing you, helping you drink water, rubbing the areas he held too tight which are now reddened. how cute his little baby looks.

“gotta take a break from work it seems.” you chuckled teasingly, and neuvillette smiles with hum, “both of us, darling… both of us.”

[affableramen]

kinktober. asking them to pull your hair in the middle of it.

early stage of relationship, mild smut, mention of kinks

minors do not interact

Wriothesley will pull on your hair without further inquiry and he will do you good. You did not imagine it would feel so blissful having him do that to you but it does.

Tartaglia will ask you twice before doing that, afraid the gesture will be too rough for you, and he’s used to be very careful and attentive to your needs in sex.

Neuvillette will not pull on your hair when you ask him first, he will feel quite perplexed “Am I not rough enough with you? You want even more firmness?” You will give him a warning with your claws scratching his back. Of course you do.

Pantalone will roll your hair all over his palm and pull on it first gently as a warning but then, getting your confirmation to proceed, he will pull really roughly, and unintentionally thrust himself deeper into you.

Capitano will not pull your hair because for him that means he’ll tear your head from your neck (he wields strength too big in comparison to yours).

Jokes aside, Capitano will pull your hair slowly and gently, making shivers run down your spine because of how both intimate and sweet his movement is.

Dottore smirks sardonically, hearing your request and pulls your hair with pleasure, enjoying your body bend over to his will while bringing the both of you closer to the peak of ecstasy.

Alhaitham secretly wanted to pull your hair long time ago but waited for you to verbally admit it. And once you do, he wraps his fingers around your ponytail and pulls on it nice and hard, bringing pleasant shivers down your spine.

Dainsleif doesn't need your requests or begging twice, he will pull your hair right after you ask him do that. Such gesture brings you two closer not only by physical intimacy but also intensifies your mental connection, the victorious feeling when the both of you find a kink suitable for your dynamics. 

Baizhu asks you if you really mean that because he would love that very much and once you confirm, he runs his hand through your scalp massaging it sensually first before pulling on it, adding up some spice into your intimacy.

[lemonskinktober]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌. 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

DAY ONE — DOUBLE PENETRATION

— XIAO

DAY TWO — TITFUCKING

— ALHAITHAM

DAY THREE — HATE SEX

— SCARAMOUCHE

DAY FOUR — MONSTER FUCKING

— CHILDE

DAY FIVE — SIZE KINK

— ITTO

DAY SIX — APHRODISIACS

— WRIOTHESLY

DAY SEVEN — THREESOME

— YAE MIKO + RAIDEN EI

DAY EIGHT — COCKWARMING

— SCARAMOUCHE

DAY NINE — BREEDING

— HEIZOU

DAY TEN — YANDERE

— KAZUHA

DAY ELEVEN — METAL PLAY

— HEIZOU

DAY TWELVE — MEDICAL PLAY

— DOTTORE

DAY THIRTEEN — TEMP PLAY

— undecided

DAY FOURTEEN — MARKING

— undecided

DAY FIFTEEN — EDGING

— undecided

DAY SIXTEEN — BONDAGE

— HEIZOU

DAY SEVENTEEN — WIP (spanking)

— undecided

DAY EIGHTEEN — ROLEPLAY

— undecided

DAY NINETEEN — PRAISE

— KAVEH

DAY TWENTY — TENTACLES

— KOKOMI

DAY TWENTY ONE — ARMPIT

— HEIZOU + YELAN (separate)

DAY TWENTY TWO — SOMNOPHILIA

— KAZUHA

DAY TWENTY ONE — WAX PLAY

— undecided

DAY TWENTY TWO — VIRGINITY

— undecided

DAY TWENTY THREE — HUMILIATION

— undecided

DAY TWENTY FOUR — CHEATING

— DILUC

DAY TWENTY FIVE — AGE GAP

— ZHONGLI

DAY TWENTY SIX — INTOXICATED (drunk)

— VENTI

DAY TWENTY SEVEN — MASTER + SLAVE

— undecided

DAY TWENTY EIGHT — FOODPLAY (honey)

— undecided

DAY TWENTY NINE — FOODPLAY (cream and berries)

— KAZUHA

DAY THIRTY — DADDY/MOMMY

— YAE MIKO + ALHAITHAM (separate)

DAY THIRTY ONE — LOTION + ALCOHOL PLAY

— ANEMO BOYS (separate)

REST OF KINK TOBER IS CANCELLED!!

[v3ry-cherry]

wriothesley likes when you come to his office with a burning need in your eyes, spelling what you really want 'right here and now'. he likes when you sit on his lap without waiting for his approval because yes, he would got into a long discussion only to tease the hell ouf of you. he likes when your hands wander on his already loosened tie and half unbuttoned shirt and even more when you impatiently start unbuttoning yours too. these warm kisses you leave on his neck, messy whispers to stop playing with you. but he loves when you need him, cause he loves to be needed, especially by you.

[cathedral-of-sinners]

Urges From Within

Kinktober Day 2 - A/B/O & Floor Sex + Diluc

Genre: Smut (MDNI)

CW: sub!gn!reader (no pronouns/genitalia used), reader is called pretty once, my omega and my love, omega!reader, alpha!diluc, mating press, two sections might not make sense/jump around suddenly idk i don't think it's too bad but still

Instincts knew no bounds, Diluc now realized this indisputable fact. Honestly, he should’ve known he couldn't handle your scent circling around him for eight hours straight. Especially in an enclosed space like the tavern.

He'd hoped that the accumulation of each omega in the room would drown you out; he's always found the others suffocating, but you, oh you were just downright intoxicating. He could pick you out from a sea of people if he had to. He’s lucky he only spilled two drinks while mixing today, once when you brushed past him behind the counter and the second when you returned the empty glasses on your tray.

Diluc now knows for sure he’s unable to resist your pleasantly distracting scent, but he also sees that he’s realized this too late.

"D-diluc! Ah, slow down, pl-please!" the delicious mix of pleasure and pain swirls within the pit of your stomach, drowning out everything else. The chill of the hardwood floor has long since faded, replaced and overruled by the heated touch of your skin and sweat. Your lover, despite your request, keeps his unrelenting pace, hips snapping against yours.

"You were begging me to go faster not long ago, so I am." Is all he says, taking a moment to readjust his position. The sudden shift has you moaning, his cock running over just the right spot. Faintly you can hear him mutter there's the spot before starting up his thrusts again, aiming for that sweet spot. You're tossed between staring up at the ceiling, off to the side or right at his gorgeous face, his hair falling and framing him picture-perfectly. When the tip of his cock connects with his new target though you don't get to choose where you're looking, head thrown back in ecstasy.

Diluc's fingers gently stroke your cheek, a husk to his voice, "my omega, so pretty for me, spread out and taking my cock deep," he whispers, pressing forward a little more on your folded legs, enough so he can plant a kiss on your forehead. "But they're also so, so needy. I couldn't even take you to the bedroom before you were pulling my clothes off."

"Perhaps I should punish you for that?" The mere idea of your orgasm being withheld from you easily has tears forming in your eyes, and seeing this, Diluc tilts your head to face him, shushing you. "My love, it's alright, just be good for me and I'll give you exactly what you want. I promise."

Nodding, you grip your legs a little tighter, taking care to keep them pinned close to you. Smiling, your lover picks up the pace, the sounds of your love and lust echoing in the winery. You can feel yourself lose the ability to think coherently, babbling only about how good it is, how good he is.

Diluc knows he's close, he can feel it in the tightening of his stomach, the knot growing tighter and tighter, begging to snap. Just a little longer and he'll bring you both to your desired release.

"Di-Diluc, cl-close, I'm close," you manage to say, moaning.

"Me too," burying his face in the crook of your neck, the redhead inhales deeply, taking in your scent. Addicting, intoxicating, the same irresistible scent that captured him when you first met, the same one that sent him into his rut and you in turn into your heat. And it's the same scent that tips him over the edge.

"C-cumming, I'm cumming," and no soon after does Diluc pump his cum in you, warm and filling, moaning right in your ear. You too reach your high, his cock having hit just the right spot, resulting in you clenching around him and leaving no room for him to pull out.

Taking a moment to collect himself, Diluc helps you stretch your legs back to normal before laying on his side, keeping you tucked close as to not let you feel the oncoming cold now that the moment is over.

It's silent for the first few seconds, his warm palms massaging at your skin, until he decides to quietly pipe up, "I've always thought you smelt so good, did you know that?" he questions, loosening his hold just a little so he's not crushing you.

You can't help but laugh, resting your cheek against his arm, "I had an inkling, my love." Tilting your head to press a kiss to the nearest place you could, you continue, "here's my secret though, I think you smell pretty delectable yourself. I can never get enough of it - I can never get enough of you."

"I as well," he tells you. You both rest a little more before rising from the ground and cleaning yourselves and the foyer up. You didn't dare leave the mess you made for the maids to clean up when they got back from their night off.

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[ddollipop]

THINK I WANNA FEEL LOVE. . . ! — ( THOMA. )

#. synopsis! — when ayato allows visiting nobles from other nations to stay at the kamisato estate, thoma finds himself very interested in one young woman in particular .

#. contains! — f!reader , explicitly nsfw content , oral sex , cunnilingus , cum swallowing , multiple positions , vaginal fingering , vaginal sex , thoma's a pervert , panty sniffing , caught masturbating , virginity , explicit first time sex , frequent usage of endearment terms (baby/angel) , vanilla sex , praise , thoma is really sweet .

#. word count! — 4.2k .

#. a/n! — happy kinktober, sluts ! let's see how many times i post this year, trying to break my previous year's record of three lmao (with one being three days late smh) .

If you ask about Thoma throughout Inazuma, you’ll likely get similar replies. They’ll comment on his willingness to help others, to be of service to those in need. Many will commonly note that he’s a hard worker, a diligent young man who loathes leaving any task incomplete. You might even hear that he’s a prime candidate for many young women in terms of romantic interest, —that he’s easy on the eyes and gentlemanly to boot. Such praise from not only the general public, but even the likes of Kamisato Ayato and Ayaka themselves, left you truly believing that you were in good hands with him.

Which. . . Is still accurate, you suppose; just not in the way you expected.

Coming from a sizable line of nobility, you were cordially invited to attend a week-long summit in Inazuma to discuss international relations between all the nations. Though it wasn’t quite your area of expertise, you readily accepted the offer and studied dutifully in order to make a positive impression. The Yashiro Commissioner was also kind enough to allow guests of high importance (of which you were apparently one) to board in the Kamisato estate for the duration of your stay.

Thus, their dearest housekeeper became yours for the week; in more ways than one. Just as the rumors had declared, —Thoma was warm, kind, and none too unattractive. He helped you carry your bags to the room you’d be staying in and made it clear that if you needed anything at all, you could come to him for help. You thanked him, but didn’t really expect to take him up on that. After all, you were quite used to taking care of most things yourself, and that background of independence and task-juggling has all but prepared you for the very worst.

Thoma was an unexpected storm though; —one you hadn’t a clue how to weather.

The meeting for the third day was pushed back a few hours due to a holdup of cargo ships blocking the entrance to Inazuma. Many of the needed officials were busy trying to sort through the mess of it all, and others were aboard the ships stuck in the harbor, unable to leave until the others had cleared off. When word of the delay reached you, you were the first one out the door, well on your way back to the Kamisato estate. The two prior gatherings had taken a lot out of you, and while it was clear that your studying had served you more than well, the social aspect was quite draining. Moreover, a few extra hours of rest before diving into the next one was hardly a sour idea.

It seemed that everyone else was using their time differently. You were met with a sea of empty rooms, not a single soul in sight as you made your way down the long hall. Halfway to your temporary space, however, you caught wind of soft, muffled sounds coming from your room through the ever-so-slightly cracked sliding door. Your footsteps became much lighter as you approached, peeking in through the small gap to see what was going on.

Your jaw dropped and you were hardly able to contain the gasp that nearly erupted from the back of your throat. Thoma was in your room, clothed back pressed against the wall, your worn panties from the day before stuffed against his face. You could hear him taking long, deep breaths, savoring the scent of your day-old musk. His half-hard cock rested in his hand, offering slow strokes to himself as he reveled in the aroma of your used, unwashed underwear.

Reflexively, you felt prickles of disgust stab at your innocent heart. Having been raised a noble, you were well beyond sheltered in many ways, and this was the first time you’d ever seen something so phallic in person. But you couldn’t deny the warmth spreading along your core, nor the way your pussy clenched ever so slightly at the sight of it all. Thoma was fairly long and certainly not lacking in girth. His lithe fingers encircled himself, sliding along his member with exactly the kind of precision you would expect from an experienced housekeeper.

In your haze of confusion, you let instinct take over, allowing your hand to travel between your thighs. Through your layered dress (proper attire for the important meeting you were supposed to be attending) you rubbed little circles against yourself, getting little jolts of friction that managed to hit just right in spite of the material in your way. Thoma kept his eyes closed, likely to focus his senses on the panties just a few strokes away from being stuffed in his jowls.

You watched from the hall as he stroked himself to the thin garment, thumb grazing the ever-reddening tip of his cock.

“Fuck, y/n.”

The sound of your name falling from his lips leaves your hand freezing in place, breath hitching in your throat as if you were the “bad guy” in this situation. You certainly weren’t the one doing the most wrong here, but the thought of Thoma (or anyone else, for that matter) catching you in such a shameful position. . . It was utterly humiliating.

With his eyes still closed, hand still pumping along his shaft in slow, deliberate flicks, you came to the conclusion that he hadn’t seen you and was simply. . . Fantasizing?

Still feeling largely conflicted, your hand returned to your side and you were set on just walking away and pretending that this had never happened. You figured it was the best course of action to avoid any confrontation, leave things as they had been, and return home soon enough. That is, until one wrong move left a creaky board just outside the sliding door ringing out, to which Thoma’s eyes abruptly shot open in panic. He could see your wide eyes and the soft lavender color of the dress you’d been donning as he saw you out not even two hours prior through the slim crack in the door. 

“My Lady, I—” he cut himself off, your panties falling ungracefully from his hand to the floor at his feet.

Thoma stuffed his hardened cock into his pants, a harsh blush present on his cheeks as he sought to straighten his back and apologize for defiling your space.

“I-I’m sorry,” you said reflexively, backing away from the door, “I didn’t mean to watch, I just—”

The words die in your throat. You don’t know how to finish that sentence, and you fear anything you could have uttered would have just made the situation that much more contentious. 

He pauses, his chest still heaving a bit. Shame crackles in his gut, but he couldn’t help but to take particular interest in the latter half of your apology. The same hand he’d been jacking himself off with reaches out, pulling the door further off to the side. 

“You. . . Were watching?” Thoma asks, a small glint of hope flashing through his shamrock eyes. 

Your heart hammers now, pounding against your chest like a drum. Though there’s distance between yourself and him, you wonder if he can hear it from where he stands.

“Not long,” you attempt to assure him, not quite catching the subtle implications he was throwing your way. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

“You understand, then,” his tone lowers as he reaches out to take your wrist into his grip, —the same grip that held your panties to his face mere moments prior. “You understand that. . . That sometimes it’s just too easy to come undone.”

“I. . .” you hesitate, but finish anyway: “I suppose I do.”

“Come a little closer,” he beckons, giving your arm a soft pull toward him.

You’ve no reason to really be distrustful of him, so you take a few tentative steps forward, all but melting into his embrace. Now standing in the guest room, Thoma slides the door shut (fully, this time) before putting all of his attention on you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells you, cupping your heated cheek in his warm hand. “Since I first saw you, I haven’t been able to get you off my mind.”

Thoma pushes your hair back and away from your neck, baring it for his access, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear.

“Can I kiss you?”

Soft tufts of heated air ghost against your skin. A shaky breath passes your lips. You’re nervous, but Thoma. . . He’s been nothing but kind to you, and after what you just saw of him, it’s hard to deny that you’re attracted. All at once, he feels like some semblance of your home whilst you’re so far away, yet he reminds you just as equally of unexplored lands that you’ve never set foot on. He’s tantalizing. 

You nod.

His kiss is enough to steal the air from your lungs, starting off slow and deliberate. The little noises you make stir the lustful beast that creeps just beneath his charming exterior. His lips are soft and maybe even delicate as they gradually become hungrier, finally drawing down your chin and sliding along your open jaw. The gentle hand on your cheek takes its place on your hip now as his mouth explores your neck. Quickly enough, you melt into him, —muscles loosening as you allow him to have his way. 

"Here," he whispers, quickly leading you over to the futon mattress that sits on the floor.

Thoma's nimble fingers travel around your back, pulling at certain ribbons here and there to loosen the waist of your dress. As it comes undone, the sleeves begin to slump off your shoulders, and he cranes his neck down to pepper some more kisses along the newly bared skin.

"If it's too much, just say so," he notes, all the while helping you slip out of your formal attire.

As expected of someone in his line of work, he's meticulous about not damaging the garment. No tearing, no pulling, no unnecessary theatrics, —just undressing you like a gentleman before setting your clothes aside. He even helped to maintain your balance as you stepped out of it.

"Lay back," he prompts, quickly adding, "—make yourself comfortable."

You do, resting your head atop one of the newly fluffed pillows while Thoma strips himself down to his tight-fitting boxers. It's hard not to stare at the prominent outline of his bulge, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip as if to sober yourself up, forcing your gaze back up to meet his eyes sheepishly. If he noticed the hunger, he didn’t mention it, but you’re sure he can feel the static in the air between him and yourself as it snaps and crackles like a roaring fire. 

He kneels at your feet, each of you clad only in undergarments. His hands rest against your knees, then slide down the tops of your thighs in tandem. When he extends forward, you spread them, allowing him to slit himself in the open space.

"You're stunning," he compliments, "I haven't been able to stop staring at you since I first saw you. Everything about you is so gorgeous, —it makes it so hard to control myself around you."

Thoma lays it on thick enough to drown in. Though your breathing hitches a bit in your throat, his words fill you with enough confidence to raise yourself off the futon and slink your arms around his neck. The kiss that follows is deep, accompanied by his hands fondling your chest through the fabric of your bra. Each of you is quick to decide the material is an annoyance for the moment, and it's gone not long after. He loves the way your sensitive nipples perk up at the first touch of open air, —then further relishes in the little gasp you let out as he takes one into his mouth, tongue flicking it over. He laps at it until he tires, leaving a sheen of his spit in his wake, before moving over to the other and repeating the process once more. It's the first time any man has ever touched you like this, and you think to yourself that you're glad it's someone so considerate and thorough such as Thoma.

He continues to mumble little words of praise as he kisses down your sternum, —gorgeous, once, beautiful, twice, stunning, thrice. His tongue lolls out around your naval, leaving a thin trail of saliva behind until his mouth rests at the top of your panties. Though he hooks two fingers, one on either side, just below the lacy fabric, he doesn't pull just yet. Instead, he rests the flat of his tongue against your panties, letting his spit seep into the material. You can feel the warmth of his mouth through the fabric, and it's driving you wild. He pulls ever so slightly at the garment, but stops just short of pulling it off, instead lapping at your lips through the material in long, deliberate strokes.

"Ah, Thoma," you vocalize, left hand coming up to softly rest over your mouth.

He pauses for a moment to let you know how much he likes it when you say his name like that. You don’t catch the full sentence through the newfound adrenaline rush, but it’s something about how pretty his name sounds when it comes from you.

Thoma takes a hand from your thigh and presses the tip of his middle finger against the wet stripe along your panties, a mixture of his spit and your arousal, rubbing at the slickness. Your mind is swimming. This is all so new, and it feels distinctly different to the times you’ve sat in your bedroom swirling your fingers around on your clit, leaking onto pristine sheets in the late hours of the night.

Another pause, but this time he decides to tug at your underwear, encouraging you to lift your hips so he can do away with them for the time being. You’re almost embarrassed by how quickly you react, but it’s hard to be ashamed of anything when Thoma seems so delighted to just be there between your legs. He tosses the last of your clothing to the side, kissing the top of your foot, then up your calf, along your inner thighs, and finally he lets his tongue fall past his lips to split yours apart.

It’s good enough to make your toes curl on instinct, the way he laps like a thirsty animal quenching himself with the folds of your pussy. You gasp at the feeling, swallowing a full moan. He drinks you in like nectar and it’s enough to make you dizzy. 

You feel one of his fingers prod inside you, just barely, pausing to give you time to tell him to stop if that’s what you really want. —It’s not, so after a few moments, he lays his tongue flat against your clit and lets one of his long, slim fingers sink inside you until the base of his hand presses against you as well.

“Feel good, baby?” He inquires, glancing up at you from between your thighs.

“Yeah,” you answer breathily, moving the hand over your mouth down to your breast, clutching at the flesh and feeling his leftover saliva squelch against your skin. “Feels good.”

He hums in acknowledgement, and you feel the vibration in your core. A whine escapes you when he pushes another finger inside just as tenderly as before, letting you adjust before sinking all the way to the palm. He holds your hip a little roughly when he begins pumping his digits in and out, starting off slower to avoid any discomfort on your part.

“You’re so pretty,” he compliments. “It’s all I’ve thought about since you arrived. . . How stunning you are, how good you must taste. . .”

Under any other circumstances, you’d have been burning up from the sheer weight of his praise alone, but as things stand, you fear it’s nigh impossible to be any hotter than you already are in this moment. Your brain isn’t working fast enough to muster up a reply, so you resign yourself to whining at his touch, hoping that will speak for you.

And does it ever. Thoma can practically feel himself throbbing at the noises you’re making. He loves every little sound, relishes in the bliss of having you clench around his fingers, buried so deep in your snatch that his fingers are drowning in your heat.

He watches carefully as your hands clutch at the fabric of the futon in the guest room, feeling your thighs quivery around his body.

“Close?” He inquires.

He doesn’t really get a response, per say, but your back arches a little, pressing yourself harder into his fingers, and that says just about all he needs to know. His tongue returns to your clit, lapping at it again, pushing you closer and closer to the edge until you’re left cumming on his fingers and against his mouth. He slows down as you sink your teeth into your own wrist, huffing through the orgasm.

There’s an empty sort of feeling by the time he pulls his digits out, sitting more upright to wipe the mixture of his spit and your arousal from his lips with his forearm. His mind is screaming by now, all things he wants to say, but isn’t sure how to put into words. You’re so stunning like this, that sheen of pure bliss emanating from every pour, —that starry-eyed look in your stare. He loves the way you’ve retained a little sense of humility from it all, but not enough to cover yourself up. He loves the way your wrist keeps the bitemarks of your teeth like a trophy when you let it fall away from your mouth.

The thought of asking you to suck him off crosses his mind, but the moment he looks between your thighs and sees the pretty wetness there, he decides against it.

“C’mere, angel,” he mumbles, encouraging you to sit up and gain your bearings in his arms.

You do, and he’s so gentle in the way he holds you, like he thinks you’re made of something fragile enough to break apart at a moment’s notice. He presses a few off-handed kisses to your temple, then grabs your bitten wrist and kisses there too, as if trying to soothe the dull ache you’d inflicted upon yourself.

You’re not sure what to say, so you say nothing, but Thoma doesn’t seem to mind the silence. He fills it with little gestures of affection, —brushing hair from your eyes, presses soft kisses to your forehead and your lips.

“First time?” He inquires, just guessing from your initial shock and the way it all seemed so novel to you. (Plus your noble status, as those from high-class bloodlines were known for their tendency to keep their children quite sheltered.)

You nod in reply, seeming sheepish about it, but he gives you a reassuring smile.

“I’m honored,” he says, and you get the sense that he really means it. 

“We don’t have to do anything else,” he adds. “Please don’t feel pressured.”

It’s then that you give the possibilities some real, clear, rational thought. When you return home in just a few day’s time, it’s unlikely you’ll have an opportunity like this again for quite some time. Moreover, there’s something so endearing about Thoma, especially like this, that has you itching for more. So you swallow, gathering the courage to crane your neck up and kiss him. He seems a little startled by the sudden boldness, but kisses back just as readily, placing a hand on the back of your head.

“I want to,” you tell him, whispering the words against his lips.

And who is he to deny you what you want?

He tugs his boxers off then moves to lie back, thinking it best to let you start the pace. He helps you straddle him, a knee on either side, your cunt hovering just above his length. There’s a jolt of something close to electricity through your veins as the head of his cock brushes against your clit, and you take a sharp breath in. It feels really vulnerable, this position, Thoma’s hands on your hips, holding you steady as his eyes roam over every inch of you that’s on display for him. You know he’s not judging, but it’s new, and you avoid his gaze on purpose as you do your best to line him up efficiently between your thighs.

He bites his lip to stop himself from smiling, not wanting to be mistaken for laughing at you in such an unguarded position. Thoma just thinks you’re cute, the way your hands tremble a little as you work to get him inside. Just the tip, and you gasp a little, so he releases the lip between his teeth and tightens the grasp on your body.

“Easy,” he murmurs, “take your time, baby.”

“Sorry,” you utter like a reflex, though you’re not even sure what you’re even apologizing for in the first place.

You sink down a little further, feeling more of him enter, and it makes you gasp. With your hands on his chest, he can feel the way your arms are starting to shake, so he coaxes you forward and wraps his arms around your back.

“Don’t say sorry,” he mumbles, holding you securly. “Take it slow, there’s no rush.”

It’s several moments before you move again, taking him in until he bottoms out, and you gasp again, this time against the skin of his neck. It doesn’t hurt so much as it’s just new and slightly uncomfortable at first go, a little too full in comparison to everything else you’ve ever had. He lets you adjust, drawing shapes along your bare shoulders, whispering compliments and encouragement. 

“That’s it, baby,” he says softly, “just like that.”

There’s a little seed of pride that sprouts the moment you hear his breathing hitch in his throat. It tells you that you’re doing something right here at the very least, and you let his hands guide your movements, starting off slower before speeding up slightly and feeling his fingers dig into the plush skin of your ass. You swallow down a few moans, letting one of your hands travel to his head, tugging at his hair.

“That’s it,” he drawls, “that’s my girl, just like that, —fuck.”

It’s almost startling to hear that word fall from Thoma’s lips again, but you’re a little too blissed out to be surprised. Instead, you give up on the idea of choking back your moans and let them spill past your lips, —breath ghosting against his neck where you’ve buried your face in the crook. He tests the waters, jolting up to meet your riding, making your grip on his strawberry blond strands tighten in the process.

“Thoma,” you choke out desperately, causing a grin to etch its way onto his pretty face, “—please.”

He’s not sure how he knew what that please really meant, but he just did. Thus he switches the position at your discretion and takes his place between his legs again, lining the tip of his cock up just right, then letting it dip inside. Somehow, it feels better in this position than it did in the previous one, and he watches with ample interest as you take your bottom lip between your teeth nearly roughly enough to draw blood as your eyes roll back a ways.

There’s something alluring about the way he moans above you, like he’s getting drunk on this feeling, on this time he’s spending buried deeply enough inside you to feel your walls pulling him in as if every part of you is as desperate for him as he is for you. It feels good to be wanted, he realizes, and even better to be wanted by you.

He slides in and out, eventually establishing a pace that feels good for the both of you, —nothing rough, but not quite soft, either. It’s somewhere in the middle, with just enough enticement to push your novice body to new heights without overwhelming your sensibilities. Through it all, he’s as gentlemanly as everyone told you he was, watching your movements like a hawk, attentive of your every whimper.

When he goes deeper and gets a little sloppy, you’re far enough along for it to not make much of a difference. He’s nearing the edge of a precipice when the knot in your gut comes undone, and you cum on his cock, clenching down on him. He spares a few more thrusts in before slipping himself out and leaning back to jack himself off to a finish.

Before he can do so by himself, you’ve moved through the haze of your orgasm to wrap your lips around him. You’re not quite sure what came over you, but in the moment, it felt so right that you couldn’t back down by the time he was stuffed down your throat. He really didn’t mean to be so rough with you, but he was so close to the high he’d been desperately searching for in your cunt that your mouth served as a pristine replacement.

“P-Pull off a bit, baby,” he says quickly, —having enough restraint to avoid pumping a load directly down your gullet.

You pull away, but keep the tip in your mouth, feeling him twitch against your tongue. The taste of his cum is a little bitter, but it’s warm, and you stay attached to him while he catches his breath. The hand on your head falls away, and he reaches for the hankerchief he always carries in his pocket to give you something to spit into.

His face falls a little when he goes to hand it to you and watches you swallow instead.

[miyukiistuff]

KINKTOBER DAY 1: DAY OFF

THOMA X F!READER

Synopsis: After a heated argument with Thoma, you refuse to speak a single word to him. He believes there is only one way to get you to speak now.

CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW [18+], F!reader, slight angst, mentions of argument, Jealous!Thoma, Thoma being emotional, implied insecurities, unprotected sex, body worship, and dacryphilia.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Thoma was not the type to raise his voice at you. But when he does, he definitely feels bad for doing it. So when he noticed that you'd been ignoring him, not speaking a single word as if he wasn't even there, he couldn't deny the sinking feeling at the pit of his stomach when you refused to look at him.

...Instead, you were looking at someone else- Ayaka.

Thoma shook his head; perhaps he was just overreacting. But with the way you stared at her in awe at her new dress, he couldn't help but feel a familiar burning sensation in his chest.

"What do you think, [Name]?" Ayaka asked, twirling as she looked at you for approval.

Your eyes sparkled, "It looks beautiful, My Lady!" You exclaimed, making Thoma avert his eyes from the both of you.

"Really?" Ayaka's cheeks turned into a shade of pink before she looked down. "Very well. I would like to wear this for tomorrow's event."

Thoma wasn't one to feel jealous at all, too. At least, that's what he liked to believe. He trusted you, and he didn't find himself in a situation to feel that kind of emotion, yet. Until now.

"I agree, M'lady. I believe that others will be in awe once they see you in your new attire."

He glanced at you from the side of his eye before giving a small smile to Ayaka who was visibly excited for the upcoming event.

Later that day, Thoma had asked Ayato for a day off of house chores. To which, he was given the permission to due to the upcoming event. Thoma smiled and thanked him.

As Thoma stood in front of your shared home, he took a deep breath and held it. He opened the door, "I'm home!" He shouted, taking off his vest and his black, metal headband.

You were sitting cooking in the kitchen and replied with nothing but silence. He sighed and walked over to you.

"What'cha cooking, baby?" he asked, wrapping his arms around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking at the side of your face.

"..." You didn't respond to his advances and kept cooking, making his smile fade.

To lessen the awkwardness between the two of you, Thoma let go and instead sat at the dinner table and waited for you to finish cooking. After a few moments, you put out the fire from the furnace and took off your apron.

Once you finished setting the dishes on the table, Thoma cleared his throat. "So, uhm... how was your day today?" he asked.

You stared at him in response, which didn't really give him much of an idea. He then took a bite out his food and hummed.

"Mmm, this is really good, babe!" He savored the flavor of the dish.

But yet again, you stayed quiet.

After dinner, you started getting ready to sleep while Thoma did the dishes. As he did so, you were in the bedroom. As you brushed your hair, he'd already finished washing the dishes.

With the attempt of trying to make a conversation with you, Thoma sat on the futon. As he watched you brush your hair, his eyes travelled over to your hand which then led to your slightly exposed shoulders, then to your waist, then...

He gulped and looked away. Ever since that heated argument you guys had, you refused to talk to him at all. And that obviously meant that no physical affection had been exchanged. Nor did you smile at his way, or speak to him using endearments.

But gods, he missed being called out by your voice.

He stared at you through the mirror you were looking at and held his breath. "[Name]," he spoke. "I... I just want you to speak to me. Please."

You finally turned to look at him, this time with glossy eyes. "Talk about what, Thoma?"

"Because if it's about that day, i'm not in the mood to talk about anything " he held your hand, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.

"I know. It was my fault for not going, [Name]. And i'm sorry for that. Please just..."

His breath hitched, and he felt tears threatening to leave the corners of his eyes. "Please. Give me another chance. Just one more chance, baby. It's all I need. Just one chance to prove to you that- that I can be good for you."

And that chance you gave to him.

You were under him, his hair tickling the sides of his face. He slowly took off your yukata, revealing your bare shoulders. He leaned in, giving small pecks. His lips were soft, and he was so gentle.

He trailed down before looking at you with almost begging eyes. "May I..? Please?" he said just above a whisper.

The moment he got approval from you, he wasted no time taking your clothes off. His tongue met with your nipples, sucking on them gently. His other hand made its way over to your other one, kneading it softly with his warm palms.

You covered your lips with the back of your hand to let out a muffled moan, and your cheeks turned into a shade of red.

He stopped sucking on your tits and instead, his lips led to somewhere lower than that. He glanced up at you again for approval, before giving your clit a small lick. He licked at the bottom of your clit, purposely missing it to get a reaction from you.

Your fingers went through his hair and grabbed a fistful of it before squeezing your thighs together. His hand held the soft flesh of your inner thighs as he chuckled.

"You gotta stay still so I can taste you, baby." He hummed, savoring your wetness mixed with his saliva. He sucked on your soft bundle of nerves while also kneading your breast with his other hand.

"You taste so good.." He mumbled against your inner thigh. Soon, his hand stopped kneading your tits and instead he inserted two fingers inside your wet, throbbing pussy. With just a small curl of his fingers, you felt a tickling sensation between your thighs, and even more so when he pulled it in and out of you while he abused your clit with his tongue.

You let out a loud whine once you felt the familiar feeling of a knot forming in your core. Thoma, knowing you were close, quickened the pace of his fingers. He curled his fingers and found the special spot inside you, making your breath hitch.

Wet noises filled the room, as well as the sound of your muffled moans and Thoma's heavy breathing.

With a final cry of pleasure, you whined as your legs shook, your juices sprinkling on Thoma's chin and down to his neck.

Thoma felt his pants grow tighter. And admittedly, he'd been grinding on the futon as he ate you out to get some form of release.

He chuckled, "Fuck, baby... you really know how to turn me on, huh?"

He leaned in close to you, kissing your lips so gently as if he was afraid of breaking you.

"Thoma... Baby..?" you spoke softly, making him look at you.

His finger touches your cheek and he answers, "Mhm?"

"I... I think i'm ready," you squirmed underneath him.

He smirked, giving you another kiss on the lips before positioning himself to your pussy. "Let's do this slowly, okay baby?" he kissed your forehead.

His gives his hard cock a few good pumps before his tip kisses your pussy lips. And as he slowly inched himself inside you, he let out a groan, yet continued to go further.

"Thoma..." your breath quickened, "Baby it hurts..."

Thoma panted, "It's okay, baby... It's okay.."

It had been awhile, after all. And all while he hated seeing you in pain, he also couldn't deny the fact that the tears that formed at the corners of your eyes while it rolled to the back of your head in pleasure, wasn't a sight to see.

"Archons, you're so tight 'round me baby." He kissed your bottom lip.

Once his dick was fully inside you now, he pushed your hair back, getting out strands of your hair away from your face. A tear left your eye as you felt his dick stretching you from the inside.

"Can I move now, baby? Is that alright?"

Upon seeing your eager nod, Thoma took a deep breath and thrusted his hips against you. His face turned red and so he put his forehead against your shoulder to hide it.

He went slow, yet deep, and you felt every vein on his cock inside your gummy walls.

"[Name].." he whimpered against your shoulder. "Fuck, you feel good. So fucking good.."

He thrusted faster, this time. The tip of his cock hitting that one spot inside you continuously. You moaned, "Thoma... Thoma.."

You felt another knot forming in your core. You gulped as he kisses your shoulder. You sobbed, hands gripping onto his back as your nails dug into his skin and scratched his back with your nails.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as tears streamed down the corners of your eyes. He then chuckled, "You crying?"

He panted, a smirk making its way into his face. Sweat dripped from his neck then down to his chiseled chest.

"Baby..?" you called out to him, "'m close..."

He grunted, pushing his hips against your inner thighs as he went deeper. "Mhm, yeah? Me too," he said.

"C'mon baby, don't be shy. Cum, baby. Cum f'me," he whispered to you before kissing you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth. He panted against the kiss, and you moaned against his lips.

"Love you," he mumbled, "Gods, I love you."

He pulled away, throwing his head back. "Mmm..! Cumming..!"

He spurts out ribbons of his cum deep inside you. As you felt the warmth of his juices fill your pussy, you felt your whole body shake. You squirt around his cock, mixing with his cum and your wetness.

He laid on top of you, his head resting on your chest. He chuckled dryly, "We should definitely do that more often, yeah?"

"Who said we have to stop now?" you replied, looking down at him.

"I don't see any reason why we should," he replied back before pinning your wrists on the futon as you felt his cock growing hard once again against your pelvis.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this! I apologize for the late upload because of the busy schedule. However, I do hope you enjoyed this one! Hopefully it wasn't too boring because I haven't written any smut in awhile... Anyway, love you guys <33 again, thank you so much for reading <33

[kavehinpink]

kinktober 2024: wriolette + boot kink ⛓️🌧️

read on ao3

[kyrstin]

I’m doing Kinktober for Genshin this year! I’ll update this post daily with each day’s ship and kink!

[catermybeloved]

absolutely love this! keep up the good work!

5 SUNDAYS OF KINKTOBER

1ST MASS ♱ zhongli x fem!reader x raiden ei

homily — you’ve been the most devoted servant of the anemo archon since the end of the war, not noticing the heated looks by two gods that have followed you for millennia. in your moment of loss at the sudden slumber of barbatos after the battle with durin, they don’t hesitate to take the opportunity to convert you to their religion.

communion — comment or send an ask to be added to the taglist!

fem afab reader, dubcon, power imbalance, sub reader, praise, subtle manipulation, fingering, oral f-receiving, dom ei and zhongli, implied venti x reader

5 sundays of kinktober

Lingering stares, stolen glances, and every excuse taken to see even a single glimpse of you.

If Morax and Beelzebub’s affections for the Anemo Archon’s priestess could be summed up into a few measly words, it would be that. Were Barbatos a more sharing god, perhaps he wouldn’t have left his two good acquaintances to pine hopelessly for his most devout follower for the better part of two thousand or so years.

He is not someone who lacks empathy, nor someone who could even be called possessive, but there is something so delightful about the idea of depraving two gods of your attention, that which only he is permitted to have.

Alas, such greed and mischief will be his undoing.

“Sleep well, My Lord. I shall await your awakening however many centuries it may take.”

(Barbatos wakes up five hundred years later to his friend corrupted by the Abyss and the knowledge that his once-devoted priestess is now the wife of two Archons. He hears the tale of how two nations nearly went to war for your hand, but the only thing on his mind is how it would have been three had he been there.)

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[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 23﹕✦﹕┈・୧

event masterlist

-> neuvillette x f! reader -> aftercare

"please, please neuv- agh!" you exclaimed as neuvillette pulled out another orgasm out of you, with his skillful fingers rubbing at your sensitive clit and his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. He's not a normal human being, he's the dragon soverign and the very fact that he's build different, makes it harder for you to handle him. His cock has ridges, the way they give your cunt the most friction It could possibly take, the way the girth almost tears your pretty pussy apart. Neuv loves it, the blacked out expression on your beautiful face when you get accustomed to him fucking you in his shape.

"there there, that's alright." neu's thrusts halted for a moment, watching you cream over him and letting him fill you up all over again. The left over cum dribbling down through your plugged pussy, strained from his cock. There was only so much you could take after all.

"it's okay, I got you now." neuvillette cooed, kissing your forehead deeply to ground you from the haze, he's not been gentle tonight and now he just needs to remind you how gentle he can be. Hands traversing through your skin, massaging your arms, your pelvis, petting your sore breasts he nipped on, kissing your collarbone, kissing your cheeks. "such a good girl you are, darling." he smiles softly, glancing at the way you stare at him, so love drunk and so immersed in subspace. "you know I love you right?" neuvilette crooned, craddling you into his arms after he pulled out. "ssh ssh ssh, it's okay." he hummed, watching your ragged breaths slowly taking the direction of calming down. you were wordless, mindless and oh so fucked up in the best ways possible. No one could ever make you feel so good after all, it feels like you're floating.

"let go," neuvillettte gently commanded, watching your pupils shut down as you strain yourself to keep you awake. You croaked a small, "I love you" to him.

"I love you too my darling mate, please, let go. I'm here for you." neuvillette reminded you tenderly, his knuckles running gently through the apples of your cheek.

"let's run us a bath, how about that?" neuvillette suggested after letting you gather yourself enough in his warmth, in his soft embrace. You nodded, leaning in against his chest, humming in approval.

He picked you up princess-style, making a beeline towards the rest room, turning the jacuzzi on of the bathtub, cradling you into him like you're his little baby. Like you'd break if he was even slightly careless.

The warm water soothed your aches, while neuvillette used this opportunity to hold you close, cooing sweet nothings into your ear- how special you are, how you make him feel loved, how you made him feel like he's a part of fontaine, not an outsider, how you kiss him every morning when he leaves for work and how he can't wait to come back to you. God- you make him spiral so good for you, in all the best ways. "I'll not be kind to anyone who even thinks of harming you." there is a slight sense of degeneracy attached to the tone of his sentence. You hummed, sighing and letting yourself bask into the sweet feeling of being taken cared of. You nodded, "no one's gonna harm me, not until they know who's wife I am." you chuckled, and neuvillette for once, agreed, too. He would do anything to protect you after all. <3

[affableramen]

stealing your sx toys (crack post)

minors do not interact

Tartaglia: nervous laughter and rubs the back of his neck

Pantalone: plays calm and collected (he used your toy)

Neuvillette: dies of embarrassment

Wriothesley: “what? I wanted to try your stuff”

[v3ry-cherry]

sometimes when you're present in wriothesley office after hours and clearly in a good mood, laughing, joking around and teasing each other, you hear the familiar click right next to you, when he stops pacing back and forth and in a split second is standing right behind you. then you know you just got stuck with a pair of his own handcuffs to the closest object you were standing next to. the very next thing he did every time was brushing your hair from the nape of your neck to cover them with a wave of hot steam from his mouth and placing a tender kiss on the spot.

'you know this isn't really necessary' you point to his accessory, turning your head slightly so that the corner of your eye catches your husband sight and he may notice a little smirk drawn on your face. 'i'm not going anywhere, your grace'

‘but why would you pretend that you don't enjoy it this way?' he asks just as he comes closer and runs his hand down from the hip to the inside of your thigh.

[cathedral-of-sinners]

Whispered Promises

Kinktober Day 1 - Dirty Talk + Yae Miko

Genre: Smut (MDNI)

CW: gn!reader but is referred to as a shrine maiden once in the form of a tease but still no actual pronouns or genitalia are mentioned, sub!reader, illusion to either lingerie or a sex toy, mentions of masturbation, public dirty talk, I’m literally shit at dirty talk so this is not my best 😭✌️also not proofread to the best of my abilities and very much lacking I’m sorry

Offering to help Yae around the shrine was beginning to appear more like a blessing under many, many layers of curses.

“You were staring little one, practically undressing me with your eyes,” the sly kitsune's breath tickled your skin as she whispered her teases to you, delicate fingers fleetingly dancing along your back. She sighs then, as if disappointed, “really, are you that needy? In the middle of the day no less.”

Yes, you think and while yes it's true you'd been casting... respectful glances at the Guuji's well hugged tits and displayed thighs, you thought you'd been at least a little discreet. Shame on you, you suppose. You should've known better that with her eye for details and awareness of her surroundings you’d be caught.

And yet, despite the lion hovering over her lamb, you decide to play dumb. If not to save some dignity then to at least keep the attention away from your easily misleading position. "I've haven’t the slightest idea what you're talking about Miko.”

Yae giggled - and what a marvelous sound it was, a sound almost powerful enough for you to fold - a mischievous smile painting her face, one you couldn’t see but definitely heard. “Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed that I caught you?” Her arm moved to slither around your waist, pulling you further flush against her chest, “you and I both know you don’t mind this one bit.”

A slight spike of panic courses through you as the kitsune’s hand begins to wander the expanse of your stomach, applying pressure here and there, causing a small noise of pleasure to bubble up, something you’re barely able to conceal. Here? Now!?

“Besides,” she continued, sensing your unspoken questions, “you were so bold in displaying such public lust, it’s only right for me to share some of my own thoughts about you as well.”

“Like,” she begins, a kiss being placed to your neck, “how well you look laying on my bed, spread for my own viewing pleasure. Oh I love how you squirm under my gaze.”

Leaning a little bit more weight onto your back, you’re pleasantly aware of her boobs pressing against you. “Or how you touch yourself when I tell you to, no questions asked.” Miko hums, as if contemplating a thought. You know she’s formed something in her mind when her eyes light up, “will you do that for me tonight if I told you to? I’m sure you would if I promised to reward good little shrine maidens like yourself.”

A gasp catches in your throat - shrine maiden? The nickname isn’t unwelcome and you guess it’s not too off from how your acting now, tackling various duties around Narukami Shrine. You can’t help but gaze at your forgotten task in front of you, hands flipping between hovering over it and gripping the edge of the table.

“Y-yes, I do whatever you say Miko,” you find yourself admitting, fighting to keep your voice low and steady, “I’m just like that, I follow your command and you reward me as you see fit.”

“Anything? What a dangerous promise,” her one hand lifts from your side and ascends until it looks over your chest. “Does that mean you’re wearing my little gift like I asked? The one that makes you oh so irresistible?”

The mere mention of it has your sex throbbing, “yes…”

Smiling at you, Yae finally places her hand to your chest, palm right over your hard nipple. Slowly she start to rub your hand along the fabric, brushing past the bud each time. “Perfect. I can’t wait to see you with it later tonight. Oh how I can’t wait to do to you all that I have planned. To rid you of these pesky clothes and eat you up all for myself.”

She presses a kiss to your cheek and as fast as it formed, the little space the two of you created shattered when her warmth receded suddenly. You couldn’t help the little sound of disappointment, turning to watch as she saunters off, presumably off to do work. You really can’t wait for the day to be over.

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[anantaru]

⚝ DAY 6 — BLOW JOB/DEEPTHROATING

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — cyno, tighnari, sethos, kaveh

— warnings. — fem! reader, oral (male! receiving) sloppy n messy, whiny boys

⚝ — CYNO

there was nothing nicer for cyno other than having you between his spread thighs, his muscles flexing as you look up at him all cutely— parted lips shimmering of his cum and your spit, eyes glassed out.

the man suddenly laughs, oh? a breathless, rough sound so hot that you had to moan around his shaft, tipsy of feeling him press against your tongue.

repeatedly, his tip snugs between the tightness of your throat, hard enough for him to feel every swallow you took— it's almost surreal, no one could explain the emotions he was going through as he lolls his head back, jaw parted, musing your name as you glide your fingernails along his thighs, playing with him, stroking his length and suckling tight.

certainly, you cannot lie but there was a boost in your ego whenever you interrupted your even rhythm with faint traces of your tongue lapping at his shaft, just barely skimming over his swollen cock— and suddenly cyno acts as if you've never gone down on him, that pout on his lips was cute too, especially when you do it. it drives you absolutely insane.

⚝ — TIGHNARI

you know exactly what you’re doing to tighnari, and as you bob your head up and down, his voice held steady as to conceal his delirious grunts that you were so eager to hear— the lust continued as though he was gliding out of control, his fingers digging into the mattress when you decide to tighten your throat.

all the air left his lungs in a dizzy rush when you guzzle around his cock filthily, doing it on purpose of course, you see— tighnari adored hearing you slurping and smacking at the taste of him, it has his cock twitching, burning of wanting to cum between your precious lips and have the blaze in your throat taken care of.

you're sucking him off violently now, twisting your tongue over the twitching veins as his lips bend between the edge of tingling and a numb sensation— feeling him slightly shift in his seat before you take him deeper in your mouth.

you smirk, his whole body seemingly running on autopilot each time you teased him, coaxed out dreamy sounds from past his lips as you showed him that in this scenario it was you being in charge.

⚝ — SETHOS

sethos held his breath, suppressing a squirm, "you're so good— at this," he grunts, a little whine making itself hearable, "fuck, but you know that, hah, right?" and he was breathing hard and fast through his nose as your eyes meet.

you're noticing how his adams apple bobs, how longingly he glazes at your lips— the wetness of your chin and cheeks swiveling his gaze into a dark glance as sethos gave in completely, all his senses feeling blurred.

not to mention, he was big, thick and warm on your tongue, repeatedly jutting from your wet, filthy mouth as you're showing him no mercy.

you feel your own body becoming too hot, his dripping dick simply too searing for your skin, your tongue and throat. still, you smirk at him, feeling him tremble when you notice his fingers skim through your hair, encouraging you to go faster, urging you to please please suck him off so desperately hard until his mouth was fully agape and panting.

the licks of your muscle were coursing so precisely like an acrylic drawing inside a prestige exhibition— but instead of succumbing to it fully, sethos already pictures you in his mind, later of course, when it's his turn to go down on you, please your little cunt just as he pictured it in his head.

⚝ — KAVEH

kaveh rolls his eyes in pleasure, his muscles tensing in a flaring race as your hand twitches, rubbing him slowly, the briefest brush of your fingertips tensing him up as he groans, bracing himself for your warm mouth.

and when you finally open it— strings of saliva popped into two pieces before you slowly slid it inside, promptly lunging forward to taste him.

slippery and urgent— you move your head up and down as he twitches in your palm with every compress of your hold.

only then, he begins to grind his hips up, desperately fucking your hand before brushing his doused bangs off his forehead— truly, kaveh was thinking about it earlier, but now, he cannot help himself but utterly unravel in front of your eyes, laying back as he helplessly fucks his hips up to meet your strokes.

"feels s-so good, mh, you look so pretty, like this," his words are like honey to your ears as he feels your tongue crush against his length before you speed up your rhythm, pulling an almost shrill cry from his lips and archons— how much you craved seeing your boyfriend like this.

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