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[tawfu]

–ʚɞ.・ How about... Subby bottoms who insist on switching the roles for once, promising that they’ll make you feel so good on their cock. They’re cheering themselves on internally when you spread yourself open, a mischievous smirk thrown their way, and they smile back coyly, ready to take this opportunity to finally be the dominant one.

However, no sooner than their cock is sheathed inside you do they realize that they’ve already turned into a drooling, panting mess, incoherently babbling about how good you feel around their cock and how your hole sucks them in so greedily as they bite down on your shoulder, trying to stifle their high pitched whimpers.

And when you cup their cheeks and call them a good boy, when you mock them for how they already turned dumb, their vision gets hazy, body shuddering as their hands clutch at the sheets next to you and their thrusts turn quick and sloppy. Their fingers are so desperately working themselves on your body to bring you both to an orgasm while they sob, a sight so adorable that you can’t resist locking your legs around their hips and pushing them deeper into you, and along with that, pushing them over the edge.

It’s embarrassing, to say the least, how they collapse on top of you and almost pass out when you were the one who was supposed to end up that way. You better not tease them about it afterwards, they’ll profusely deny such a thing ever occured, all while covering their blush with the back of their hand and looking away from your teasing gaze.

‧͙⁺˚･✮˚‧͙Kaveh, Xiao, Tighnari, Scaramouche, Itto, Diluc, Thoma, Gorou, Childe

[tawfu]

What about….

Childe who is obsessed with your smell. Wether that’s your perfume, deodorant, or your natural body odor. He would for example steal your perfume and pleasure himself to the smell of it. To the smell of you

a/n: I’ve been riding this train for as long as I’ve known Childe. I just feel like he fits perfectly into the filthy, obsessive masochistic loser trope... So I obviously got carried away writing this.

It’s one of Childe’s favorite not-so-guilty pleasures. He goes out of his way to follow you around town stealthily, writing down the items you buy from each store you visit.

He decides to go on his own special trip afterwards, focusing specifically on items that can replicate your presence, such as clothes, shampoos and body sprays.

There’s nothing wrong with admiring a friend in this way, he tries to convince himself. Nothing’s weird about… spraying your perfume or cologne on a shirt that looks just like yours.

And what’s so wrong about placing them on his pillow and sniffing them while he ruts his bare cock on his bed?

Childe likes to imagine he’s laying on your chest, humping the soft flesh of your thighs as you run your perfect fingers along his hair. He shuts his eyes tightly as he moans into the cloth, inhaling it like it’s his last source of oxygen as he thinks about how you’d degrade him with a teasing voice so seductive he could cum from it alone.

“Does my pathetic little pup feel good?” you’d ask, and he’d whine into his gag, nodding frantically as his teary eyes would look into your own.

Would you force him to stop just as he’s tapering over the edge? Perhaps you’d let him cum at first, only to command him to continue fucking into your plush thighs until he couldn’t think anymore… Fuck, it’s all too much for him to think about.

He loves letting his mind wander like this, mumbling self-degrading words into thin air as a reminder of just how much of a loser he is, all while he’s emptying his balls onto his bed, adding to the filthy cum stains already on it.

Now... What if Childe was your partner? Well, he would go crazy.

Convincing you to live with him wouldn’t be too hard, not when he has the funds to provide for the both of you. However, try as he might, he’s unable to keep his perversion undercover.

The thrill of having access to your laundry was like no other. No longer would he have to make do with those stupid items he went out of his way to acquire. He had your things, right in front of him! This wasn’t even comparable to the battles he’s fought in his lifetime.

The first time it happened, he waited for you to leave the house, before sprinting to the bathroom. There was not an ounce of shame to be found in his body, not when he was filled to the brim with adrenaline. He got on his knees and began to dig through your used laundry, finding the one thing he’d dreamt about for months; your underwear.

How long did you wear them for? What did you do while wearing them? Did you pleasure yourself in these? Fight with him? God, it doesn’t even matter, because the first whiff alone would make his eyes roll back into his skull, pants already too tight for comfort.

His desperation would only increase with time. Your underwear and shirts would slowly disappear from the pile of laundry, the reason, unbeknownst to you, being that he just couldn’t get enough of them.

Scurrying into the bedroom and leaving those precious items when you came home didn’t cut it anymore. Childe would start to bring them into his room, pulling all nighters just to abuse his poor cock, filling your underwear with load after load and drooling at the combination of scents.

Catching him was inevitable, but perhaps… it was what he wished for. Maybe the excruciating spanks you delivered to his bare ass as you gagged him with the underwear he came into was something he had already been dreaming of. It was supposed to be his punishment, but his worship for you only increased tenfold.

After a while, his perversion would grow on you. It was a little entertaining, to watch just how low he’d stoop for you, just how far his obsession went.

Childe promised that he would do anything if you indulged him. He’d be a slave to your word, a most devoted boyfriend to his perfect partner, and with that, you developed a new-found enjoyment in his filthy fantasies.

Your smell was his salvation. There was nothing more perfect than the musky body odor adorning you after a long workout, and nothing more pleasurable to Childe than taking in each and every ounce of you in that state.

The smell of your armpits, the delicious sweat on your body, and more importantly, your taste… It was nothing short of pure heaven.

His mouth craved nothing more than to clean each crevice, and to make sure that your cum was added to the beautiful mess Childe loved oh so much.

Wearing your underwear for multiple days in a row became a habit, all for the sake of watching Childe sniff them so pathetically, so desperately from the source, as his cock lay snug between your feet, rutting into the makeshift hole like a dog in heat.

For a harbinger, he didn’t have a lot of pride when it came to you, but why would he? The reality was that no matter what title accompanied him, in the end, he was nothing but your dog.

[tawfu]

We getting FED rn!!

Your writing is amazing!

Ty for the food!!!

~~旦⊂(･∀･ )

i honestly feel like my writing is really messy so im flattered <3 yall are so nice with your comments in my reblogs and asks its the sweetest 😭

[tawfu]

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cw: dom reader, sub childe, masturbation, face slapping, nipple play, degradation, masochism, dacryphilia, coming in pants, coming untouched, gn reader, childe is a pervert

wc: 1.2k

Summary: Your virgin, touch starved comrade finally gets some action.

The rivalry between you and Childe has somewhat turned into companionship. Everywhere you go, you’ll find him lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to cause a little trouble.

It’s not like you mind. In fact, it brings a tinge of thrill to your travels. You always end up sparring, pushing each other to the limit as you explore Childe’s tactics and weak spots. Once in a while, you like to explore one another’s weak spots a bit further.

At first, Childe thought you hated him. It didn’t do much to hinder his advances, because your passion for fighting was delightful. Holding back was never an option for you, and he loved it… A lot.

Enough to find himself in front of the mirror after every fight of yours, admiring the cuts and bruises formed by your hands. That was more than enough for him to fall to his knees, pressing on those spots and hissing in pain, thinking about the way you looked when you placed them on him until small beads of precum would make their appearance on his underwear.

He’s lost count of the amount of times he’s found himself in front of his laptop, biting his shirt and drooling on it while fisting his aching cock to whatever porn video he could find where the actor’s looks resembled yours even slightly.

Sometimes, he’d fall into a rabbit hole of S&M videos, unable to stop touching himself until he was hyperventilating from overstimulation, his whole room reeking of his smell, body covered in sticky cum and sweat. He wanted you to use him so badly.

Childe would become increasingly more obvious with his attraction towards you, towards your strength and the pain you inflicted on him. Grunts became louder, his legs would become shaky, and he’d even slip in quiet whimpers when you taunted him. 

His swings would become clumsy for only a moment while his eyes zeroed in on your body, cheeks ruddy as he observed the way your muscles flexed and the teasing look in your eye, so determined to take him down. Fuck, when will you just force him to his knees and have your way with him?!

That instant of gawking was more than enough for you to trip him to the ground, the feeling of your sharp blade pricking the underside of his jaw just enough to draw a drop of blood, snapping him out of his trance.

“You’re pretty sloppy today, Childe. I’m disappointed.”

“You can’t expect me to always be in top condition. I have yet to recover from how rough you went on me last time,” he chuckled, chest heaving as he panted loudly.

“Right. I’ll believe that when you start wearing a pair of pants that’ll actually cover your erection.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, it’s not because of you.”

You inched closer, before stomping on his wrist with your foot, and Childe cried out at the sheer force of it.

“Don’t lie. The last thing a masochistic slut like you should pretend to have is pride,” you scoffed.

Oh, he knows. He just wants to savor the sight of you, looking down at him from above like this and mocking him.

“H-help me then. Hurt me, please–” Childe replied shakily in an attempt to entice you.

You’d be lying if you said that taking the chance to play with your sparring buddy like this was something you hadn’t imagined before.

That sitting on his stomach, ripping his shirt apart and toying with his body wasn’t in your list of fantasies. He was already arching up into you, trying to feel more of your weight on top of him.

Your hands cupped his cheek, almost surprising him with your gentle touch, before it left him abruptly, returning as a harsh smack to his face. A grin formed on your face, and you didn’t stop, alternating between his cheeks until they turned red, marked with your handprints. 

He could probably escape if he tried, but why would he? You were touching him, and after all the nights he spent thinking about you, desperate to feel you in any sort of way, what you do to him doesn’t matter.

The only sounds Childe was able to let out were wails of pleasure, as his body squirmed and arched further into you. He finally spoke after you slowed down, allowing him to catch his breath. His eyes were teary, looking up into your own with nothing but lust.

“S-shit! That’s so good!”

You smiled mischievously, letting your fingertips dance across his neck and grazing it with your nails. That gentle touch of yours, paired with the stinging on his face, was like heaven to Childe. His cock was already throbbing within its confines, just as needy as him… just as pathetic as him.

“I can feel you poking me from behind. I hope you don’t think I’d ever touch that disgusting thing.”

A retort was sitting right at the tip of his tongue, trying so hard to save a fragment of his dignity, but there was no way he could oppose you. Especially not when he felt his tip drool because of those very insults.

Naturally, your next stop would be his chest, cupping and fondling it the way one would a woman. He could’ve sworn that you had at some point even teased him about it, referring to them as tits. Or maybe he had just imagined it when he was–

“Fuck! Why!” he yelped, yet his hips betrayed his words, bucking into thin air at the feeling of your fingers pinching his nipples, before gently circling his areolas.

You ignored him, continuing your attacks on his chest by flicking and pulling on each nipple while your other hand moved to his neck, ripping a shaky sigh out of Childe as you squeezed it.

“What’s the point of all our training, if you’re gonna turn into a drooling, good for nothing mess the moment someone touches you like this? What if a group of samurai attacked you? Would you squirm like a little girl and let them use you too?”

Your ridiculing wouldn’t cease, but Childe could only moan in bliss, the image you inserted into his head making his eyes roll back. The grip around his neck was tight enough to leave bruises, and he was sweating profusely, hands trying, albeit in vain, to claw themselves into the floor for any sort of support.

“M-more! Please, it’s too much!”

He couldn’t think anymore. There was no point. His cheeks were already stained with tears, his hips jumping uncontrollably as he cried out in pleasure, ropey streaks of cum spilling into his pants.

Even after you let go of him, his body wouldn’t stop twitching. He was in a haze, only snapping out of it when he felt your nails digging into his cheeks as you grabbed his jaw forcefully.

“We didn’t agree on letting you cum, did we? Yet you came in your pants like a teenage boy,” you spat.

“It wasn’t on purpose, I swear!”

“Looks like you’ll have to make it up to me, then.”

…

Why was this motherfucker grinning?!

[tawfu]

I’m too shy to comment on your posts but I’m very happy you’re back!! It has been a long two months without you! :’D I hope it doesn’t seem like I am putting pressure on you since I really enjoy reading your writings and have been often rereading your works! Sorry for any mistakes English is not my first language.

omg thank you so much! im the type of person who will randomly pop up and post whatever thoughts im cooking so i genuinely didnt expect anyone to look forward to what i have to write <3

dont be afraid to chat or send suggestions through anon if youre too shy!

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Thinking about Sugar daddy!Pantalone, who escorts you by the arm in public, flashing his close-eyed smile as he shows off the fact that you chose him to the world. Is there a greater honor than that?

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who hires one of his underlings to hack into your phone just so that he can search through your texts for anything you might possibly want that you’re hesitant to ask for. Somehow, you always find yourself spoiled with everything you can think of, and in turn, you throw him a gentle smile as you jokingly ask if he can read your mind. God, that smile of yours is like a drug to him.

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who travels with you all around the world, eagerly taking you to the most luxurious spots and making sure that you don’t have to move a single finger, no matter the cost. Though he’s got plenty of rats by his feet, ready to serve him, you’ve got him under yours.

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who doesn’t hesitate to take out anyone who dares to look your way for a moment too long. Anyone who has the audacity to offer you help, whether it’s one of his servants suggesting to put your jacket on, or a strange man opening a door for you in public, is met with a death glare that later, when you, the deity beside him isn’t there to witness it, leads to their demise.

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who always offers to take care of you. Arrived home after a night out? You mustn’t waste those beautiful hands on something as miniscule and pathetic as changing. Your jacket’s already on the hanger, and he’s on his knees, slowly removing your expensive shoes. He takes a moment to admire the sight in front of him, thinking about all the times he’s been in this exact spot before.

Like when he’d look up at you, just like this, with pleading eyes, begging for you to step on his cock. It has no use, after all. He’ll give you anything you want, as long as you bless him with that disdainful look on your face when you watch how drools and squirms on the floor, trying to gain control over the way his hips jump at the feeling of your foot rubbing him.

Or when you actually allow him to cum from the stimulation, and he knows that the only place to do so is on your shoes, for the sole purpose of buying you new ones, but more than that, so he can lick them clean afterwards, like your own personal dog.

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who feels like he’s too cocky for his own good, and needs you to put him down where he belongs. Make him scrape his knees on the floor while you tug at the leash in your hand, one that’s attached to a beautiful silver collar with your initials carved on it, as you force him to crawl to you with his credit card in his mouth. Promise that you’ll only allow him to spend his money on you if he repeats that he’s nothing but a wallet to you, an utterly useless pet whose only purpose is to serve you in every way possible.

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who always gets bratty when his ass is stuffed, whether it be by a plug or your cock. He’ll purposefully ignore your commands, talk back and degrade you, resist when you attempt to restrain him, all in hopes that you’ll punish him and fulfill his masochistic desires.

Throw him on the bed, pound into him, gag him with your fingers, spank him with a paddle, torture his cock, gods, just please do whatever you want to him, as long as he’s left in a puddle of cum, drool and tears, unable to think a single coherent thought.

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who loves the strong and powerful image the two of you exude, and the fear in people’s eyes when they recognize him. Little do they know about the ropes hugging his body tightly underneath his clothes, or the vibrating butt plug that’s sitting comfortably inside him, filling him with the anticipation for the moment it’ll turn on. How about the pretty, pink cock cage that serves as a constant reminder of who the true owner of his body is? 

Sugar daddy!Pantalone who’s completely and utterly obsessed with you. No money in the world compares to your gaze. His body and soul is nothing if not yours. He would do anything, whether it be betraying his own god, or burning the world away, just to be close to you.

[tawfu]

Do you plan on writing anything with Dottore in it? hehe, I love your work!!

yes. i would honestly want to include webttore too just because i have the biggest crush on that silly little segment. but i do plan to write about most genshin men!

[tawfu]

Hello hello!!!

I’m wondering if you’d write for Childe?

Cuz I kinda want to walk him like a dog and treat him like he’s our pet man…

But anyways

Have a great day/night and remember to drink lots of water since it’s like damn hot here for me 💀

-🎧 anon if not taken

i will absolutely write for him eventually. i dont like nor hate him but he has the biggest “ill pay for you to step on me” energy. i mean look at him and tell me he isnt a total painslut...

anyway...! thank you so much and good luck with the heat now that summer is coming <3

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couple’s therapy

cw: dom reader, sub kaveh, sub alhaitham, begging, nipple play, anal play, creampies (kinda), masturbation, dacryphilia, slight cbt, teasing, degradation, spitting, kaveh is a mess, alhaitham is a masochist

wc: 1.4k

Summary: Settling couple’s quarrels only requires a little bit of persistence, and a fitting punishment.

You’ve grown tired of their immature fights. They’ve been able to keep their bickering in the house for the most part, but in public? It’s straight up embarrassing, and you’ve had enough of being seen with them in that state.

Is it as embarrassing as being bent over on the bed, cocks dangling in the air and heart shaped butt plugs being shown off to you while they look back, waiting for your help? Perhaps they’re doing it on purpose.

They gasp in unison as you simultaneously pull the plugs out, leftover lube slightly pouring out of their stretched assholes. Kaveh subtly reaches his hand downwards, only managing to give himself a quick stroke before he feels your hand land a harsh smack to his ass, pulling a pained moan out of him as he almost stumbles over. 

“Oh, come on!” His eyes look at you, filled with betrayal, and a teasing smirk forms on Alhaitham’s face. You really want to wipe it off.

Beckoning the scribe to his feet, he stands behind Kaveh, looking at you expectedly as you lead his hands to spread Kaveh apart, your finger prodding at his entrance. Kaveh sighs, head falling forward, but his mouth stays shut. He doesn’t like being teased.

“He looks pretty cute like this, doesn’t he? So ready for your cock,” you whisper, hot breath fanning his reddening ear, and he gulps, nodding in response. “It’s a pity that you won’t be having him tonight though.”

There’s nothing he can do but wait anxiously while you order Kaveh to keep himself open and ready and make your way to stand behind Alhaitham.

“Alright, hurry up. Get that filthy thing off.”

Your vulgar words made Alhaitham’s insides hot, but he was visibly disappointed. 

“That’s all?”

You didn’t respond, choosing to occupy your mouth with his neck, trailing kisses along the area while your fingers crept up to his chest to flick and pinch his puffy nipples, and his breath hitched in response. His fingers wrapped themselves around his cock, giving it quick, uneven strokes as he leaned his head to the side, giving you more access to his neck.

You continued your attacks on that spot, littering it in bites and hickeys as your playing with his chest didn’t cease, and you could see the way Alhaitham stared at Kaveh’s hole, dick throbbing at the proximity of it. Kaveh only looked back at the two of you, whining impatiently as he felt his hole involuntarily contract at the way your hungry eyes were looking at him down there so intently.

“Haitham… hurry and put it in…” He whimpered loudly, his neediness almost leading Alhaitham to rip himself off of your grip and just fuck him dumb, but he remained in place, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as he bucked into the tight grip of his fist. He knew very well how bad things would get for him if he didn’t obey.

Your hand trailed down to his balls, squeezing them roughly as the other one grabbed his jaw, shaking his head in place to serve as a warning. 

“Keep them open.”

Alhaitham’s eyes immediately shot open and he groaned, his stroking picking up in speed as he was nearing his limit. You kept toying with him while Kaveh was falling into desperation from just sitting there, bent over as you helped his roommate pleasure himself to the sight of him. It drove him crazy, hips moving in rhythm with Alhaitham’s strokes in a pitiful attempt to create some sort of friction out of thin air.

“This isn’t fair! Why am I the only one being punished?!” Kaveh’s voice was trembling, as though he was ready to cry.

No response… Mean.

“Hurry up, whore, we don’t have all day. Aim it right into his needy little hole.” You bit into Alhaitham’s neck, hand slapping his balls, and with that painful stimulation added on top of everything, he rushed to line the tip of his cock into Kaveh’s entrance, crying out as he spilled into him. 

Kaveh moaned out loud, legs shaking as he felt ropes of cum fill his walls. You quickly pulled Alhaitham off right before Kaveh could move back to shove him further inside, and it was evident that the poor architect’s eyes began to water due to your constant denials of pleasure.

Alhaitham on the other hand leaned against you, watching with half lidded eyes and panting as your fingers made their way into Kaveh’s hole, pushing his cum further in, and Kaveh’s whole body trembled at the contact.

He could still feel some of the warm load spilling out of him, leaking down the insides of his thighs before your hands got hold of the butt plug and pushed it into his asshole. He was so starved for your touch that the feeling alone was nearly enough to make him cum untouched.

“Alright, your turn, Kaveh.” 

Kaveh got up, awkwardly standing by your side while Alhaitham made his way to the bed. Unlike Kaveh, you forced the scribe to lie on his back and hold himself open with his arms under his knees instead, with everything from his tits to his softening cock in plain sight. And Kaveh was eating it up.

Pinning one arm to the side of Alhaitham’s head, he leaned down, already panting as he watched the stupidly handsome face he loves so much look up at him like he was the one who hung the stars in the sky. A most beautiful man, when his mouth is shut.

Your hands squeezing Kaveh’s ass interrupted his train of thought, and he slowly began stroking himself once more, eyes traveling downwards to where Alhaitham was exposed. He could still see traces of cum on his dick from only a few moments ago, and all he wanted was to suck it clean, whining as he voiced his thoughts to you. Alhaitham blushed and looked away, suddenly feeling bashful. However, it didn’t take much for the humiliation to kick in again when you were there to remind the men of their position.

“Y’know, I wonder what’s more embarrassing, milking your cock into this arrogant prick’s hole while your own is filled to the brim with his load…” Your eyes move to Alhaitham, two of your fingers making their way to forcefully open and enter his mouth. “Or just sitting there with a limp dick, spread out like a fifty cent whore while you wait for Kaveh to stuff you?”

Alhaitham gagged on your fingers, drool escaping his lips as he looked into Kaveh’s eyes desperately, while Kaveh only sobbed, removing his hand from the side of Alhaitham’s head and collapsing on his chest as he used it to polish the tip of his dick instead, stroking himself with only the thought of cumming in mind.

“His holes look so empty, don’t they? Since you can’t breed him, you should at least spit in his mouth,” you inquire. Your fingers spread Alhaitham’s mouth open, and you hold Kaveh’s head up, watching as he collects saliva and lets it drip into Alhaitham’s mouth. He swallowed it instantly, opening his mouth for more, but Kaveh was much too desperate to continue teasing Alhaitham, turning to you instead.

“Please, touch me instead! I’m sorry!”

He was sobbing at this point, cheeks stained with tears as his hands let go of his cock entirely to grab Alhaitham’s face and smash his lips into his, plump and glossy with spit. His head was slightly tilted back, still looking into your eyes with a sliver of hope that you’ll forgive him and help out.

And you do. You’re too soft for a pathetic face like his.

So while Kaveh and Alhaitham kiss like dogs in heat, your own hand only engulfs Kaveh’s cock, leaving him to thrust into it while your other hand makes its way to his plug, pushing and pulling it gently to graze Kaveh’s insides until he whimpered into Alhaitham’s mouth, body twitching violently as he emptied his balls, thick globs of cum painting the scribe’s rim and asshole white as his body turned limp, falling on top of his.

With the gray haired man’s help, you pull Kaveh off, and he watches you slip the cum that escaped back into his ass with reddened cheeks and a groan of protest before you slipped his plug back in.

“This should suffice. Be careful not to run your mouths too much today, lest the cum you were so desperately waiting to be stuffed with leaks out mid-fight,” you giggle before leaving the room, preparing to clean up the remaining mess.

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What are the odds someday you will write a fic where both alhaitham and Kaveh get dommed at the same time? Call it couples therapy 😂😂😂

uh... hello? yes. im on it.

[tawfu]

Your writing is just

*Chef’s kiss*

stooop it anon im blushing... (dont stop)

[tawfu]

Ngl i really liked the homewrecker fanfic you Made :))

thank you! im here to spread the malewife kaveh agenda

[tawfu]

a flower yet to bloom

cw: sub kabukimono, dom reader, gn reader, corruption, masturbation, virginity loss, hand jobs, blow jobs, fingering, anal sex, dacryphilia, overstimulation, size difference, masochism, praise, dick can be read as strap, mentions of codependency, exhibitionism and dismemberment

wc: 1.3k

Summary: The Electro Archon’s puppet discovers a special kind of pleasure.

A pure, delicate puppet. Pliant and innocent. You’re certain that if you didn’t take him into your hands, someone else would. Someone evil, who’d take advantage of the sweet boy.

You would never.

It was only a few months ago that you had your first encounter with Kabukimono. He was drenched, curled into a corner in Shakkei Pavilion, eyes screwed shut and hands covering his ears from the sounds of thunder and rain. 

Your hand reached out, and he looked up at you with the prettiest puppy eyes. You had to help him. His own hand grasped yours, cold and small, and he followed you home without question.

Did he see no other exit, or was he just naive? You quickly realized it was the latter.

At first, Kabukimono wasn’t the talkative type. He never requested anything, and the only words he’d mutter were “yes” and “thank you.” Even so, you’d always talk to him, and allow him to help you with house chores as a bonding activity, and with that, he slowly grew more and more attached to you. 

Bright smile greeting you when you returned from your adventures, blush painting his cheeks pink when you pointed out his beautiful features, tiny giggles escaping his lips any time you cooked together, and always eager to learn anything that you were willing to teach him.

These innocent feelings continued developing quicker than Kabukimono could understand them. Normally, seeing your skin exposed around the house or when you exited the shower didn’t cause him to react, but now, seemingly out of nowhere, he feels his whole body heat up as an unfamiliar feeling rises in his gut. He mistook it for anxiety at first, however, a more likely explanation dawned on him.

You’d told him many fairy tales of romance before, ones you’d gathered from your visits to the city of romance itself. The puppet wondered if this was what love felt like. How he shivered when your fingers grazed his arm, and the way he’d get nervous when you’d get too close. How he felt a bit weird… down there, when you praised him.

And sometimes, it would get a little painful. Surely, with your knowledge, you’d be able to give him a solution to the problem, but he was too embarrassed to ask. Those are his private parts, after all. 

All he could do was sigh in frustration, cupping himself over his pants when you were out of sight while making his way to your bedroom, plopping down on the bed with a small thud and burying his face into his pillow.

“Why does this keep happening?” he thought to himself, squirming in place– “O-oh! Oh god!” 

His eyes widened, and he was trying to comprehend what he just felt. He attempts to recreate the movement again, and the same electrifying feeling runs down his body, eliciting a gasp out of him.

It felt… really good. Right where the tingling sensation arose. So he kept going, rutting against the bed softly as he rested his chin on the pillow, hands holding onto it like a lifeline while his eyes were screwed shut. 

Soft little whines poured out of his mouth as he kept going, drooling all over your pillow. He felt guilty for dirtying it, but your sweet scent that lingered was driving him crazy. The more his dick grazed the bed, the louder he became, but he didn’t care. Kabukimono had no way of knowing that such activities were meant to be… private.

Your scurrying to the bedroom was inevitable, worried that something may have happened that caused those moans and whines of your name to be heard from afar, though the sight to be beheld wasn’t expected. Any words you had remained in your throat, leaving it as a small gasp instead.

The puppet’s head turned around at the sound of you walking in, his bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead, eyes filled with tears and cheeks burning hot as his humping subconsciously sped up at the sight of you. Your gaze only served to rile him up more, and he moaned loudly, reaching his hand out to you.

“Please help me…” he mumbled, taking hold of your hand and placing it on his cheek as the tears flowed freely.

Maybe this once, you’d indulge him.

Your sweet Kabukimono didn’t know it was possible to feel this good.

One hand tugging at his aching little cock, mouth latched onto his perky nipples as he thrashes around and cries out in pain. He could barely fit a finger in at first, but now all you can hear is the lewd squelching of your fingers, knuckles deep, stretching him open as his cum splatters all over himself once again with a scream.

And yet, this newfound pleasure that has him in a haze still leaves him absentmindedly begging for more, even if he’s overstimulated to bits. There’s no point in turning back, not when his hole clenches around nothing as you pull your fingers out, practically begging for you to stuff him full.

The puppet’s eyes dilated at the sight of your cock. It was much larger than his, but he wanted it carnally. He wanted you to feel the same pleasure he felt.

He crawled towards you, making his way between your legs and wrapping his small hand around your cock, almost inspecting it.

“Can I… put it in my mouth?” he spoke softly, innocence still laced in his voice, and you nodded, a sweet smile adorning your lips.

He smiled back shyly, wiggling in place as his lips littered kisses on the tip of your cock, before his tongue darted out to leave kitten licks there. He wasn’t good at giving blowjobs at all, but he looked too adorable and eager for complaints. No matter, you’d train him sooner or later.

“Open.” You spoke, and he complied, watching you slap your cock on his tongue before shoving it in, his eyes rolling back in response.

His hands held onto your thighs, clawing at them as you held him by the hair, pushing his head down while his tiny, wet mouth coated barely half of you with saliva. He couldn’t fit more, gagging and mewling with each bob of his head, and as much as you wanted to fuck his throat until his voice got hoarse, you only wanted to make it easier for him to take you.

Kabukimono whined when you pulled him off, and he could feel his throat burning and his scalp hurting from your hold.

“You did so well.” You kissed his sweaty forehead while maneuvering his small body to its previous position, spreading his legs apart and bending him in half hurriedly. The way you manhandled and used his body only made him twitch and leak further, face lighting up at the prospect of making you lose control from desire.

… “Making love,” he called it. Asking you to fuck him silly was too embarrassing, but the feeling of your cock slowly filling him to the brim was too addicting. How you’d cradle his face even as he’d scratch your back and lock his legs around your hips, pushing you further into him until his hole was gaping. How the sudden “I love you” that left his lips in a moan as he squirted onto his tummy was reciprocated while your cock still pistoned into him, going round after round because Kabukimono didn’t want his first time to end until he fell into unconsciousness.

And he’d beg you every day since then. To please make love to him, to ruin him again and again. It didn’t matter if you were busy, if you were outside, or if the world was lit aflame. He would still cling to you, get on his knees, spread himself open, even cut his limbs off if you so inquired. 

The pure boy you met was naught but a sweet doll, yours to use and love eternally. And making love was how lovers expressed themselves, so won’t you please wreck him until he is an empty shell, dependent and permanently living through the pleasure you graciously bless him with?

[tawfu]

walk ‘em like a dog

cw: sub heizou, dom reader, gn reader, pet play, exhibitionism, public humiliation, masochism (incl. physical harm), dacryphilia, shoe humping, cum eating

wc: 1.1k

Summary: You take Heizou for a stroll around town.

Heizou is quite a well known figure in Inazuma, considering he’s the biggest hotshot among detectives. But more importantly, he’s your pet, and today, you decided to take him out for a night of bonding activities.

Said pet currently sits on his knees in front of you, body bare and covered in questionable bruises and fists resting on his knees. The only thing he’d been wearing throughout the whole day was a pair of light brown dog ears, and a cute tail plug to match.

His eyes are looking up at you expectedly as he leans his head upwards to expose more of his neck to you, showing off the collar he so proudly wears in front of everyone.

You can see his eyes sparkle when you secure the leash onto his collar, the satisfying click causing Heizou to wiggle in place.

He loved the serious look in your eyes as you inspected him, letting out a sympathetic hiss as you pressed on one of the bruises littered on his collarbone, making Heizou wince in discomfort.

“You poor thing, these must hurt,” you coo condescendingly, knowing that you were the cause of each and every one of them. He nods slightly in response, shuddering at the way you smile down at him. He can recall every memory that came with those bruises.

Whether it was to mark him as your property, or to simply hurt him for your own amusement, he loved seeing the physical proof of his devotion to you.

You run your hand through his hair, letting out a sigh of contentment before getting up.

“Let’s go.”

Heizou’s fluffy tail almost looked like it was wagging in excitement as he crawled behind you, too slow for your liking, so you pulled on the leash harshly and he yelped, moving frantically to match your pace.

A short while later, you arrived in Inazuma City. The roads were fairly empty at this time in the evening, with only a few fair maidens in sight. However, it only made your pet stand out more, and he watched as they shot him judgemental looks and whispered amongst themselves, eyes widened at the unwanted display. Oh god, they definitely recognized him, didn’t they?

It humiliated him to no end, but despite the low whimpers of shame he let out in an attempt to catch your attention, you only continued to walk nonchalantly, shooting the women a friendly smile as you passed them. 

After what felt like ages, you arrived at Ogura Textiles & Kimonos, your puppy trailing behind you, head bowed in embarrassment as he tried to conceal his presence. 

“Welcome to Ogura Textiles & Kimonos. What can I do for…” the owner trails off mid sentence, eyes slowly wandering downwards when she notices the naked, leashed human by your side. It seems that Heizou’s efforts were to no avail. 

He looked up at her with a ruddy face, and he could feel himself twitch at the way she stared at him slack-jawed. He whined, rubbing his cheek on your calf, not knowing what to do now that he’s completely distracted the woman.

You look down at him, smiling once more, before grabbing his hair roughly to pull him away from you. Heizou whimpered in response, mumbling sorry’s, but it only served to irritate you further. 

You push him to the ground with your foot and as he falls to the side, you deliver a harsh kick to his stomach, causing Heizou to scream in both pain and pleasure. Yes, this is what he lived for, to be treated like he’s a puppet, to be played with, to be the dirt beneath your feet.

“Don’t you dare disrupt us again.” you spit, and Heizou keeps his eyes cast downwards as he nods, getting back on all fours silently with one arm clutching his stomach to soothe the pain as he feels his eyesight blur from tears of delicious humiliation.

He was trying his hardest to hold back now that his dick had hardened to the point of leaking, but all he could do was try to rub his legs together discreetly, anxiety pooling in his gut in fear that you would catch him, but luckily, you paid him no mind.

It didn’t do much to relieve the ache he felt, but he was glad that he could catch the precum drooling from his tip on his thighs. He could only imagine what you’d do if he dirtied the ground.

You apologized for the misbehavior and the rest of your conversation with the now mortified woman continued as normally as it could after what she had just witnessed, and finally, you left, tugging on the leash in your hand with enough force to choke your pet. The coughs he let out made you shudder in delight as you smiled to yourself.

The two of you stayed silent as you walked home, with Heizou trying his hardest to be good for you, to not make a sound as he sobbed at the way he’d been treated, and due to the excruciating pain he felt on his stomach and scraped knees. 

At last, you arrived at your doorstep, unlocking the door and leading Heizou to kneel once more in front of you as you sat yourself on the couch. Moving one of your boots closer to him, you looked at him with disgust, seeing the obvious effect your treatment towards him had, and how shamelessly he spread his legs to ensure you saw his reddened cock jump.

“Hurry up, filthy whore.”

“Yes!” he exclaimed, quickly maneuvering so that his dick rested on your shoe as he began to frantically hump it, hands moving to tug at his nipples as he cries out at the rough feeling of the cold leather on his skin. It hurts and he can barely get enough friction, but he’s so pent up that he will take anything you give him. 

You slowly move your foot away from him and he whines loudly, pleading with you with tears falling from his eyes that you keep it under his cock as he wouldn’t dare to touch it himself, and with a chuckle, you bring it back where he wants it most.

It doesn’t take very long for Heizou to finish. He looks like a lovesick puppy, hearts in his eyes and drool escaping his lips as he ruts against your shoe until it’s stained with ropes of cum.

 “O-oh… Thank you! I love you!” he yelps.

You don’t even have to speak after he gets out of his post orgasm haze, because Heizou immediately leans down, throwing a teasing look your way as he laps up the mess he made on your shoe, swallowing it loudly and sticking his tongue out to show you how well he cleaned it. 

You caress his cheek with your thumb, wiping his tears away as you praise him for his manners, and he smiles up at you as he leans into your touch.

Correction, Heizou is a lovesick puppy.

[tawfu]

homewrecker diaries ft. kaveh

cw: sub kaveh, amab reader, dom reader, drunk sex, dubcon, cheating, mentions of unrequited love (reader’s end), unhealthy dynamics, coercion, frottage, premature ejaculation, overstimulation, feminization, obsessive behavior, manhandling

wc: 1.4k

Summary: What is the best way to comfort a wife whose needs have been neglected? It’s simple, you make sure their needs are fulfilled.

Kaveh is a most charismatic man, and you’ve always been into him. How could you not be? He’s captivating, inside out, with beautiful, soft features and a kind, caring personality. Because of this, it’s no surprise that another man has already claimed him, capturing the heart you continue to long for yourself.

Although you’ve always been on good terms with Kaveh and Alhaitham, a part of you can’t help but feel envious, and while you acknowledge Alhaitham’s intentions are good, you know that you could treat your darling better.

So when you’re met with a drunk Kaveh on your couch, who rushed to your house after being locked out of his own once again, whining about his husband, you aren’t surprised. But the conversation soon took another turn, and Kaveh’s cute little rambles turned into rants about how sexually frustrated he is because his husband is never at home. Kaveh came to you for this, so it’s only natural that you want to take advantage of this moment to finally have the person you always wanted for yourself, isn’t it?

Kaveh goes on and on about how badly he needs to be taken care of, how he misses the feeling of being fucked dumb all while a blush adorns his cheeks, sweet puppy eyes looking up into yours as he leans closer to you and takes another sip of the wine in his hand.

He has to be doing this on purpose, you think. Or he’s simply drunk out of his mind and he doesn’t understand how seductive he is. Nevertheless, you’re incredibly hard, and once you take notice of his glossy lips, now stained with wine, you forget about every last bit of hesitation you felt and kiss him, grabbing his jaw with your hand so he wouldn’t be able to pull away.

To your surprise, he kisses you back with even more fervor, small whines escaping him, and you could taste the alcohol in his mouth as your tongue explored it, positively getting drunk on him in every sense. He felt even better than you ever imagined, after having spent so many nights fantasizing about the filthy things you wanted to do to him despite the guilt you felt when you remembered that he has a partner.

Right now though, the thought only turns you on more, when you feel how Kaveh grabs onto your forearms to steady himself, body quivering and as you sloppily make out, because it’s all for you. You’re the one he needs, the person he’s always needed, and you won’t back out now that you’ve gotten this far.

When the both of you pull away, Kaveh’s lips are covered in saliva, inner brows raised as he cups his erection with both hands, looking away.

“I can’t do this… Please,” he whines, completely unaware of how adorable he looks. “My husband–”

“Please, angel, I know what you need, and I can give it to you, so just forget about everyone else. You don’t need to think about anyone other than me,” you try to argue.

Kaveh does try to think straight, but he can’t put his thoughts together in this state, knowing that he’s thought about you before as well. Though he’d passed it off as an unintentional fleeting thought, being here with you, your bulge so prominent and your eyes looking at him like he’s your prey, all he can do is screw his eyes shut and rub his thighs together, lips completely sealed.

He feels his stomach turn inside out in hesitation, but your hands prying his legs open bring him back to reality as he opens his eyes to look at you with desperation, like he’s begging for you to make a decision for him. You decide to lean into his neck to kiss, suck and nip at it while simultaneously unzipping his pants.

“Don’t leave any marks…” he mutters, but the way he leans his head to the side to expose more of his neck to you contradicts his words, and you have to physically hold yourself back from sucking hickeys into his skin out of spite. Instead, you push Kaveh so he falls on his back, earning a dramatic gasp from him that makes you giggle.

Sliding one hand into the opening of his shirt to toy with his nipples, you flick your nail over one of them, and Kaveh’s breath hitches. He shyly reaches for his shirt to open it up more, giving you access to his other perky nipple, and you comply with his silent request and latch your lips onto it, licking and biting it softly. It’s not long before you feel Kaveh trying to grind his hips into yours, and you are starting to get impatient as well, but before you can help him out of his clothes, he stops you.

“Wait a minute, stop please, I’m not sure about this anymore,” he says, voice already sounding broken and high pitched, but you don’t pay him any mind. You know what he really wants, and his whole body is practically begging for you, so you couldn’t possibly abandon him in this state.

“I promise you’ll feel good. You told me you’ve been frustrated, didn’t you?” you respond nonchalantly, grabbing onto the waistband of his pants and tugging them down roughly, eyes trained on his face as you watch his eyes widen in shock at the manner in which you’re handling him, but the way he squirms in place only encourages you to keep going. “I want you, Kaveh. I’ve wanted you for so long, and I won’t let you go so easily.”

Then you finally notice it. The pretty, angry red tip of his cock peeking out from his… Panties. A pair of baby pink lace panties. You stare in awe, watching as his dick jumps at the sudden attention. You didn’t think anything could turn you on more in this moment. Kaveh notices your gaze lingering for a moment too long and he attempts to close his legs in embarrassment, moving to sit up on his elbows, but your strong grip on his thighs makes his struggles futile and you spread them even further in retaliation.

You waste no time getting rid of your own clothes, moving to rest your heavy cock on top of his, causing both of your breaths to hitch. You wrap your hand around the both of you, slowly working it from the base to the glans, and Kaveh lets out a loud cry when you let your tips kiss, precum drooling on one another.

“You’re so wet, princess, feels so good,” you mumble as you pick up the pace, both of your hips rocking into the tight grip of your hand, and your words cause Kaveh’s entire body to shake as he reaches his orgasm prematurely, ropes of cum painting his stomach and dirtying the both of you. Tears begin to form in his eyes when you don’t stop, intent on adding your own mess into his, and he starts to feel the pain of overstimulation kick in, writhing underneath you but making no efforts to actually get away.

“It’s too much, please! Please, please, please!” he sobs, and you lean down to shut his mouth using your own, incoherently mumbling into it about how good he’s being, how cute his sensitive little cock is, how slutty he looks, spewing out every thought that crosses your mind. All of the stimulation causes Kaveh to break, dick twitching as he cums again and you relish in the way his face contorts in pleasure and how his legs shake uncontrollably as you reach your own orgasm, adding to the pool of cum on Kaveh’s torso.

The both of you pant as you attempt to catch your breaths, eyes lidded as you watch Kaveh whine at the sight in front of him before throwing his head back and covering his eyes with one arm. He’s still hard. Despite that, he attempts to get back up once more, embarrassed by the fact, but you’re not having any of it.

Pushing him back down, you lean into his mouth and kiss it roughly as you grab his legs, bringing them up to your shoulders and folding him in half, pushing his panties aside to line yourself up to his entrance. Oh Archons, finally. Finally, you can take Kaveh, in the way you have always craved.

“I’ll take care of you here too, okay, pretty girl?”

[tawfu]

cw: sub alhaitham, dom reader, gn reader, mild dacryphilia, enemies with sexual tension gone right, foot jobs, hand jobs, choking, begging, light sadism, coming in pants, dumbification

wc: 1.6k

Summary: Sometimes, even the scribe of the Akademiya needs a reminder of where he belongs.

You hate Alhaitham. 

 

You hate the way he carries himself with that arrogant air surrounding him, and each time he opens his mouth, you want to punch a hole into his skull. It’s such a pity for a man as handsome as he is, but you’ve grown used to it. 

 

Due to your field of work, and how well the two of you work professionally, you are constantly assigned to partner up with him. The both of you are very dedicated to the task at hand and usually, whatever annoying remark he throws at you, you can handle. Unfortunately, you’re not always in a good mood, and Alhaitham, being around you so often, always seems to know it. To him, that’s the best time to push your buttons.  

 

Today was one of those days. You and Alhaitham were assigned to work through and sort out different documents and archives, and prepare materials for a meeting between the sages of the Akademiya. “Where should I place the documents about the Knowledge Capsules?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you. 

 

“One as skilled as yourself should know something so simple,” he replied with a slight scoff. Oh, here we go again. 

 

“My foolishness doesn’t comprehend the talent of a scribe such as yourself, hence my question being directed to you. O mighty scribe, would you fucking answer it already?” you say, standing up to wave the documents in his face. Despite knowing you were playing into his cards, entertaining him with your reactions, you couldn’t help but express your annoyance. You’ve had a long day, and playing games was not something you were in the mood to do. 

 

Grabbing your wrist, he looks up at you with a slight smirk. “Come now, there’s no need to be so emotional. The point of a discussion is to arrive at a conclusion, is it not?”

 

“Then quit your attempts at patronizing me all the time. I’m not in the mood to play games,” you reply, snatching your wrist off of his hold. 

 

“Is that so. Well, let’s get back to work then, shall we? Considering you’re the one who interrupted me, after all.” He looked back down at his papers, seemingly satisfied with his reply. You swore he looked like he was about to burst with laughter from your anger. He was mocking you. 

 

“I fucking hate you.” 

 

“Mhm,” he replied absent-mindedly, going back to sorting out his own documents laid on the table. 

 

You’ve had enough of him. Reaching out with the hand that wasn’t holding your papers, you grabbed Alhaitham’s jaw roughly, making him look up at you. Gods, he was so pretty it only served to irritate you further. There was a hint of surprise that disappeared as soon as it appeared. 

 

“Look at me when I fucking speak to you. It’s proper etiquette, isn’t it?” To your annoyance, he started grinning. He clearly thinks he’s won. 

 

“I’ll kill you,” you spoke again. 

 

“Go ahead.” 

 

There was a moment of silence between you, your eyes locking with his. Even now, with him looking up at you from his chair, his cheeks being squished together roughly, he was trying to win, to assert dominance. 

 

Fuck it. 

 

Fuck him.  

 

You lean down and smash your lips to his, and he lets out a yelp that was almost inaudible, having once again been caught by surprise. He gave in quicker than you thought though, shutting his eyes and kissing you back with a sloppy hunger you weren’t expecting from him. 

 

Alhaitham was an intelligent man. Was he expecting this? Did you play into his cards again? Deciding to enjoy the moment rather than dwell on it, you bit his bottom lip before going back to kissing him with fervor, licking his lips as if to ask for access to his tongue only to pull away once his mouth opened for you. 

 

Panting, you looked at each other with half lidded eyes. Fuck, his lips looked so glossy and inviting, you wanted to dive back in, but unfortunately, that thought dissipated the moment he opened his mouth to speak. 

 

“If you wanted me this badly all along, you could’ve just told me,” he breathed, speaking as if he didn’t look debauched from a single kiss already. 

 

Sliding your hand downwards, you took hold of his neck, and leaned in to whisper. “You know... It’s about time someone puts you in your place, you arrogant mutt.”

 

Fuck, your words were so harsh, and since when did you look so dominating, looking down at him like that? And why did it make his dick throb? In an attempt to regain his composure, he cleared his throat as he spoke, “Is that so? Enlighten me, how exactly do you plan on doing that?”

 

“My dear scribe, I trust someone as smart as you would know. After all,” you prod his legs open with your knee, before lifting it and placing your shoe on the base of his erection and nudging it. “You’re already hard. Do you like this treatment?”

 

Looking down at where your foot met him, he gulped before attempting to look up at you again, only to turn his head to the side at the way you stared down at him. Dissatisfied with the lack of response, you applied pressure to his balls, making him jerk up and look at you with widened eyes. 

 

“H-hey, how about we get back to work now…” He cringed at the way his voice came out, shaky and breathless, but the smirk forming on your face and the way you’d been touching him only made him harder.

 

“How about no? It’s true, Alhaitham. I did want you all along. I’ve been dying to see you like this. How could I not?” You lean into his ear, continuing as he tried his hardest not to squirm, “The way you speak just screams of someone who wants to be put in their place. And don’t get me started on how you flaunt that tiny waist and those tits of yours with the tight clothes you wear.”

 

You could see the goosebumps forming on his muscular arms from the proximity of the two of you and your hot breath on his sensitive ears. He opened his mouth to speak, but he could only breathe out heavy puffs of air as you lifted his head up by his throat and began to leave open-mouthed kisses along his jaw. 

 

“Go ahead, tell me how badly you’ve longed for this. There’s no need to keep putting up a front, I’ve already seen how perverted you are. See?” You look down, and his eyes follow yours only to find that he’s been subconsciously humping your shoe. Fuck, if he felt pathetic before, he feels like a complete degenerate now. But… he couldn’t stop. His mind was becoming hazy from everything, and he didn’t care anymore.

 

“I want this. It feels so good. Please,” he breathed, watching as the precum leaking from his slit started to form a wet spot in his pants from the delicious friction.

 

“There you go darling, good job,” you whispered, and finally decided to help the poor thing out by moving your foot along with his thrusts, causing him to buck up and let out a whimper that surprised the both of you with how desperate it sounded.

 

Moving your hand from his neck to the back of his head, you pulled it backwards, and Alhaitham let out a hiss in response, but the way his hips sped up told you how much he enjoyed it as you smashed your lips to his once more. Your other hand traveled along his torso, leaving feather-like touches all over it, contrasting the desperation and roughness of your makeout. 

 

Not daring to pull away, Alhaitham moaned into your mouth before muttering incomprehensible words. For a man like himself, he was surprisingly needy and quite adorable. It made you melt a little on the inside. You took the initiative to pull away first so he could speak, looking at him as he attempted to catch his breath.

 

Aw. His eyes were getting teary.

 

Cupping his face gently, you let him speak. “I’m s-so close. Wanna cum. Gonna cum,” he panted, words all slurred as he got drunk on the pleasure you were so graciously providing him.

 

“You can ask me nicely, can’t you? One as skilled as yourself should know something so simple,” you mocked, and his face burned with embarrassment as the knot in his tummy kept getting closer and closer to snapping. He liked it. It felt good being the one who’s played with.

 

“Please. Please let me cum, I need it. Please?” Gods, the desperation in his eyes as the tears finally started falling sent jolts down your spine. Hearing him finally beg like he was made for it felt so much better than all the times you’d fantasized about it.

 

Pulling him in for one last kiss, this one gentler as you left small pecks all over his plump lips, you removed your shoe from its place, causing Alhaitham to jolt his hips into thin air as he whined. He quickly went quiet though, because you replaced it with your hand, cupping his cock and rubbing it in tandem with his thrusts. You’d graced him with something better to rut against and it made him go dizzy as he whispered chants of thank you’s into your lips, attempting to catch them into a kiss but ultimately failing.

 

“Go ahead, cum for me like the dumb puppy you are,” you whispered back, helping him connect his lips to yours while his mind went on auto-pilot and his hips stuttered before he came into his pants with a loud moan.

 

Helping him ride his high out, his eyes had shut from the intensity of his own orgasm, but your thumb rubbing his tears away from his flushed cheeks caused him to open them once more to the sight of his cum having seeped through his pants and your hand being stained.

 

Absent-mindedly, he took hold of your wrist and started licking your hand free from his own filth, wincing at the taste of himself but being too out of it to care.

 

You really hate Alhaitham.

And now you hate how the beautiful face he makes when he orgasms would be etched into your mind permanently.

[tawfu]

warnings: nsfw, sub diluc, dom reader, gn reader, praise kink, slight teasing, light angst, pining, hand jobs, established relationship, very soft

wc: 2.4k

Summary: You pamper Diluc.

Getting Diluc to this point would seem impossible to anyone looking in from the outside. He’s always so grumpy, so serious, and despite being the biggest bachelor in Mond, he never seems to display an ounce of the same interest that is presented to him. In your hands though, he’s but a sweet, pliant lover, and a man deserving of no less than everything the world can offer. 

Diluc is known for being hard working, and no matter the circumstance, he takes care of the city and the people he truly cherishes, despite the seemingly lack of enthusiasm that’s evident in the grunts and sighs that leave his mouth when taking part in a conversation. After all, he isn’t obligated to entertain anyone while knowing he comes off as a boring individual, is he? Nevertheless, behind this attitude is a tint of playfulness that when caught and retorted, always leaves him scoffing and turning his head away in embarrassment. 

 

To break down Diluc’s walls would prove to be a most difficult task, but how can he resist the love that he’d yearned to feel once more for years, one that he’d forgotten about while neglecting his needs and drowning himself in work, when finally provided with it? 

 

There’s an odd feeling that bubbles in his chest each time you take care of him, like when you indulge his sweet banter, or the evenings spent together, eating dinner with him in a comfortable silence, with occasional hums leaving your mouth at the delicious taste your tongue is graced with. Having said that, the late, exhausting nights he returns from his duties only to find you waiting for him, ready to take care of the body he abandons when the plaguing feeling that he’s unworthy and undeserving of it overtakes him, provides the strangest feeling of them all. A night such as this one. It’s a feeling that, despite seeming like an intrusion, is addictive. 

 

On your end, there’s no one more worthy of worship than your partner. And even as he stands before you, bare and vulnerable, eyes cast downwards and hands awkwardly hovering over his abdomen, you can’t help the need that overcomes you. A need to reassure him, to cherish every inch of his being and show him the extent to which your sheer love and adoration for him goes. 

 

No matter how many times you find yourself in this position, Diluc’s bashfulness in his exposure never ceases to steal a chuckle from your lips. You wonder out loud if it’s his inexperience that always gets him like this, or if the capable Darknight Hero can be reduced to a shy mess this easily. However, your teasing doesn’t earn you any comebacks when he’s in this state, instead only the scoffs he makes in an attempt to feign annoyance are present.

 

With a smile plastered on your face, you beckon Diluc to your lap, your hands guiding his own to rest on your shoulders as he hesitantly moves to straddle you. He’s tense, you note, and it only serves to prove how hard he strains himself for the sake of others. You move your hand to cup his face, the other smoothing over the wrinkles between his furrowed eyebrows, and you feel him leaning into your touch, letting out an exhale he didn’t know he was holding in. 

 

You can’t resist pulling him into a tight hug, running a hand along his back and gently grazing it with your fingernails as both of your bodies begin to relax and your nose fills with his mesmerising scent. The silence breaks when you nuzzle into his neck to whisper words of reverence into it, causing Diluc to shut his eyes and hold you impossibly closer to the warmth of his body. 

 

He’s aware of his strength and the resources he puts into what he does, including his own body that he pilots like a machine, but he doesn’t understand why his body shudders when it’s acknowledged, and why there’s a hot feeling settling in his gut when you pull away from the hug to look at him with adoration and a hint of worry in your eyes as you trace the scars littering his body, worshiping even the ugliest parts of him that are accompanied with memories he’d like to forget. 

 

To you, it’s nothing but a reminder of what he puts himself through, the things he does without ever asking for anything in return, and to him, the kisses you leave along the scars on his collarbone, down to his arms and hands, feel like they’re overwriting every bit of pain he felt when he received them. 

 

Diluc isn’t unfamiliar with being desired, after all, he’s a rich, popular figure around the nation. But to feel adored, cared for, and needed leaves him in a haze, especially when he can feel your body so close to his own. He’s always strived to be someone useful, and he’s so starved for the loving touch of another that he can’t stay composed when your kisses move to his lips, all the while your fingers move downwards to leave feather-like touches on the sides his waist. Once your fingertips graze his stomach, you smile into his mouth when you feel it draw in. So sensitive, your Diluc.

 

A few pecks soon turn into sloppy, desperate kisses, and his hand moves to grip one of yours in an attempt to stay composed. Even that proves to be challenging though, when your own need is so evident in how your tongue evades his mouth to deepen the kiss further, or perhaps it is a part of your grand plan to steal his breath away.

 

He’s trying, he really is, to not grind up into the soft skin of your tummy that is just barely grazing his dick. He curses at himself for how he’s already so painfully hard, but he wants to be good, so he tries to keep his hips still despite their involuntary twitches and instead focuses on the intoxicating feeling of your lips and tongue on his own. You, however, know Diluc inside out, and you know that once he attempts to muffle the desperate whines that spill out of him into your mouth, he’s holding back from asking you for something. 

 

So you reluctantly pull back from his now plump lips, now stained with your saliva, and he gasps dramatically to fill his lungs with air before instantly trying to pull you back to latch onto what felt like his lifeline, your mouth. You allow him to bring you closer, and rub your thumb across his knuckles, a gentle gesture that shows him that it’s okay, that he didn’t do anything wrong, and that you’re not going anywhere. In turn, he loosens up and you lean in to rest your forehead on his, catching your breath.

 

You hate it when Diluc represses himself, as if his feelings are being tested. But you don’t mind telling him over and over again, that your sole intention is to make him feel good and that you want to repay the kindness he gives out so freely. You want him to express his desires to you without guilt absorbing him, but you know it’s not an easy feat, so you settle for returning the gentle look he’s giving you as you request him to show you what he wants.

 

He’s a bit reluctant, but slowly, he moves his hands to your wrists, contemplating a little before guiding them downwards to rest on his thighs as his eyes avert from yours in embarrassment. His cheeks are dusted with pink and his lips have curved into a frown, unsure of whether or not you got the message. 

 

Simultaneously, he feels his stomach swirl in fear, wondering if he’s even living up to your expectations of how a man like him should be in bed, or if he’s being too bold. You, on the other hand, are delighting in the sheer cuteness that is radiating from his actions. He’s so teasable, and you attempt to hold back from doing just that, knowing just how serious he is about these moments of intimacy. Alas, you’re only human, and you can’t help but give in to your urges.

 

So you opt for moving your hands lower to settle on his inner thighs and give them a soft squeeze. That catches his attention, and he turns his head to face you once more, but nothing happens. Your touch lingers on his sensitive skin, and your eyes are boring into him with that saccharine look which suddenly makes him feel awkward. That’s when it dawns on him just how defenseless he is in this position, and it makes him want to crawl in on himself. 

 

But in this bubble, within your safety, he feels secure, and his entire body is already aching for your touch, so Diluc decides to abandon his pride to lean into your ear and mumble pleas for you to touch him where it hurts. Though barely audible, it makes the pits of your stomach swirl. Such a pretty voice, and it’s even prettier when it’s all breathy and laced with desperation. Of course, when you voice your thoughts, all he can do is grunt and continue to pretend that it doesn’t make him shy. You know he likes it though, and way his dick jumps at the praise is incredibly apparent.

 

Though it’s something he used to be ashamed of, he can’t help but feel the warmth spreading across his entire body when put in an embarrassing position, especially if it’s in front of you. It feels so good, and he can scarcely admit to himself that he actually craves more of your teasing. It’s like a forbidden pleasure he can only experience once he shreds himself of the aloof, powerful image he forces himself to keep up.

 

At last, you comply, letting your soft hand wrap around him, and his whole body shudders. He lets out a deep, shaky breath he had been holding in from your teasing, but it only made the relief that much more pleasurable. Your other hand reaches for his, fingers intertwining as you run your thumb over his slit, already drooling with pre, to gather and spread it across the head before starting to thumb at the frenulum. It rips out a small groan from your lover, and he looks at you with puppy eyes as if to remind you he’s sensitive there, but what are you supposed to do when the glimmer in his eyes simultaneously begs you for more?

 

You kiss his scarred hand in response before gathering saliva into your mouth and spitting it out on his dick. Diluc scrunches his face at the vile sight, but you think it’s justified. It’s to make your job easier, after all. In spite of that, his thoughts are instantly thrown out the window the moment your grip on him strengthens and you finally start to stroke him fully. You set a rough pace from the get go, and it makes Diluc’s body cave in on itself as he leans down to capture your lips, attempting to mumble thank you’s in between his moans and desperate kisses.

 

You let go of his hand and he whines into your mouth, causing you to giggle. He’s a clingy little thing when he isn’t thinking straight, and you treasure every second of it. Diluc’s protests are quickly silenced when your hand moves to cradle his balls, tugging and fondling them to your heart’s content. Your lips appear to have a mind of their own as they travel down to his collarbone to pepper wet kisses on it, your warm breath lingering on his skin.

 

He’s just so beautiful, so strong and kind hearted, and there’s nothing more you want in this moment than for him to let go and succumb to the base desire he’s always seen as a bothersome chore. As for him, your gentle words combined with your touch, the two things Diluc has been so starved of, only serve to bring him closer to release. He lets out a pitiful whimper while arching closer into you, hands gripping your shoulders as he starts fucking into your hand to match your pace. 

 

All he can do is muffle his cries into your neck and hope that you’ll be merciful enough to let him off the hook. But Diluc wants to make you proud, so he musters up the courage to speak, to beg once more for you to give him the permission to cum, and for you to take the reigns for everything, including his orgasm, so that he can only finish when you order him to.

 

You watch his thrusts turn erratic and uneven until he’s almost unable to handle it, and for a moment, Diluc thinks you’re going to deny him like you’ve done before. The thought alone makes his stomach turn, and it elicits the fear in him that he didn’t work hard enough to earn your approval. However, he’s at a point where all he can do is bite into your shoulder and squeeze his eyes shut, trying to hold back, because he can barely think about anything else other than the filthy slick sound of your fist pumping him and the bliss you’re already granting so graciously.

 

In reality, he couldn’t be further away from the truth. You’re so proud of him, but despite how pleasurable it is to see him almost tip over the edge, you don’t want to cause frustration when your motive is to help him unwind. So while he desperately thrusts into the warmth of your hand and you pick up your speed, you beckon him to open his eyes and finally whisper the words he so badly needed to hear, the permission that coaxes him into a relieving orgasm accompanied by a long, drawn out moan as you slowly stroke him through it.

 

You wish you could capture Diluc’s face when he lets go like this. How his body trembles from the intensity of the pleasure he rarely indulges in, the way his pale cheeks turn into a crimson red that rivals the color of his hair, and how well the look of pleasure suits him. His body slumps over yours as he tries to regulate his breathing, and you use your clean hand to scratch at his scalp, mumbling praise into his ear as he relaxes into your embrace.

 

You hold every moment of this comfortable silence dear, wishing that time would stop so you could cherish it forever. Contentment washes over your body as you think about how you would give the world for this man, and that he would do the exact same for you.