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dilvcslut · 10 months

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Sweeter than sugar.

Vampire Luffy x Female Reader.

A two part series with Vampire Luffy.

Y’all I am so sorry. I had sidetracked myself with the Sanji series and decided to come to Luffy next. Don’t fight me please-

Part 1 Part 2

Contains: Vampire!Luffy. Luffy hungry for blood. Reader happens to roam into his mansion without knowing it’s his. Luffy allowing Reader to stay in exchange for blood. A segment of storyline before we get in to smut.

“Hahhh…So hungryyy…”

Luffy groans heavily as he stares out through the tinted mansion window, the sound of rain nearly putting him to sleep as he listened intently. The clouds blanketed the sky with a slight darkness, covering the his mansion along with his land alike. It was a shame he couldn’t go out. Even if it wasn’t the sea, the water still drained him if his energy, especially at a time like this.

A heavy huff leaves his lips while his stomach rumbles with ferocity, his long thin tongue tracing across his dry cracked lips as he yearned for some fresh sweet blood. Not blood from animals but from humans. He was getting a little sick of thick consistency of animal blood, not to mention it was harmful to the animals themselves. It was all based on survival, but at the same time Luffy was picky with this matter.

He hoped that Chopper or Sanji would at least return soon, it would’ve been a better alternative to ask for blood packs instead of hunting for animal blood. It would’ve been more convenient and it could’ve saved up a lot more time, though knowing Luffy he wasn’t thinking about it not one bit.

A bit of drool trickles from his lips and down to his chin as he thought of slurping up the blood of a wonderful human. The consistency and the flavor, he couldn’t help but to be picky with a thing such as this. If only he enjoyed eating food more.

“Ahhh…I hope th’rain brings in somebodyy, how long will I hafta wait..?” He sighs before he wipes the drool from chin and lips. He lets out a little groan as he lifts himself up from his chair and walks over to his window, his cloak flowing slightly in the air as he stood. He stares as the little droplets fell down with slight intensity, the sound of the rain washing a sudden sadness over him and his body. He felt a bit lonely if not hungry.

His eyes scans down his yard, sliding past a little shadow within the thick moist air before he turns away.

“Wait-“

The sudden realization made him backtrack to his window and he peers out again. He squints his eyes before they widen with excitement, a thankful little gasp leaving his throat as he stares at the shadow.

He presses his hands and face against the glass before smiling widely, thanking every god for answering his prayers. It was a human, a fresh source of blood that he’d been begging for all this time. His eyes glimmer with delight and more drool spills past his lips before he finally snaps back to his senses.

He shakes his head and looks back in the same direction of the mysterious figure, only to see that it disappeared from his sight.

He jolts as he suddenly hears his front mansion door creak open, his heart beating from his chest as he realized that his meal had entered his vicinity.

Sliding his tongue along his lips, he slowly walks out of his main room and into the long corridor, his feet trailing along the long red rug.

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You slowly slide yourself through the large mansion door and quickly shut it behind you, your teeth chattering from the cold temperature of the rain against your skin. Your eyes darts around as you gripped your arms tightly, desperately trying to keep yourself warm after being exposed to such cold weather.

You were surprised that the mansion was clean and pretty on the inside, it didn’t look much like its dilapidated stone exterior outside the doors. You slowly trail through the mansion while your soaked clothing left a trail of water to follow. You huff heavily as you trembled from the cold air hitting your damp skin, looking around for at least some source of heat to keep you warm.

As your wet and damp footsteps echoes through the empty mansion, the sound of a different set of footsteps makes you freeze suddenly.

“Oi…”

The ominous sound of a young man calls out to you down the corridor and you quickly turn around to see him standing on the other end. You felt your heart beginning to pound as a sudden rush of adrenaline sends you back, pulling you away from the figure of whoever it was. Your legs move on their own and you run, a bit afraid that you’ve entered someplace you weren’t supposed to.

A sudden flash of his presence makes you pause before you feel your back press against someone’s chest. You don’t dare turn around as you felt the heaving of the person’s chest rise and fall up against your back. A hand to your shoulder makes you jolt as a few tears brim at your eyes. Your brows furrowed as you shut your eyes tightly, bracing yourself for whatever may happen next.

“What’re ya doin’ ‘side f’my place? Are ya lost?”

You feel his warm breath fall against your neck before you felt his slimy thin tongue trail up your skin. He groans heavily at the saltiness of your skin, fighting back the strong urge to just bite and gnaw at your neck right then and there. All color falls from your face as you felt his tongue slowly slide against your skin.

You let out a little mewl before biting your bottom lip tightly, pursing and clamming up your noise. He removes his tongue and giggles and you shiver as you felt the chill on your neck where his saliva lingered. “Ya gonna answer me? Ya shy or sum’?” He asks, his head cocking to the side as he stares at you with his jet black pupils.

You exhale shakily and you tremble against him, the sound of your heart pounding beginning to echo throughout your head. “I-I’m so s-sorry i-if I’m trespassing…I-I need shelter..” You sigh out heavily as you begin to feel lightheaded.

You hear him giggle before he grips your chin and turns your head to face him. A slight blush dusts your cheeks as you admire his features while his eyes glazes your body from head to toe. It seems that he’d gain a slight attraction to what he’d seen, and you probably did too. “Shishishi~ S’fine~ M’not gonna eat ya~” He says teasingly, his thumb pressing up against your soft glossy lips.

Your face begins to burn up before your eyes glance away from him.

Looking back to him, you notice his thin tongue sliding along his lips repeatedly as he stares at you in the eyes. You gulp your saliva as a mixture of feelings began to overwhelm your body. Your body grew warmer against his and you sigh heavily. His eyes didn’t look away from you one bit and you felt as if he was trying to undress you with them.

“You’re pretty. An’ I like that ‘bout ya.” He says to you, speaking his mind. You stare up at and let out a heavy sigh as he moves in closer to you. He slides his tongue along your neck once again and your heart pounds once more. “Is there something that you want?…” You ask reluctantly, his behavior growing more and more aggressive with every lick and tastes of your skin. He couldn’t hold back his urge much longer the more he tasted your skin.

Your question causes him to pause before he looks at you with his brows raised. “Yeah. There is.” He says to you before he slowly pulls away from your neck to face you. “Lemme have sum’ f’ya blood. Ya smell sweet…and it’s makin’ m’hungry.” He admits, his thick and heavy hands pressing hard against your shoulders.

You shudder but suck up any remaining feeling, part of you began to question if it was okay to bargain with such a man.

It was too late now though, by time you thought so you were already speaking.

“May I stay here for a few nights in exchange?” You asked, now desperate to just have a roof over your head and some heat enveloping your body. His brows raise as he listens to your question before his hand begins to ruffle at his hair. His eyes trails around with thought and a smile comes across his face before he grins widely. “Shishishi~ Playin’ hard ta get with me?” He asked, looking to you with an amused expression. You stay silent and look away from him out of nervousness.

“Alright. I’ll getcha whatever ya need. As long as ya stick with ya words.” He says, finally taking a step back away from you.

You feel a wave of relief wash over as he accepts your trade before you feel yourself quickly beginning to grow lightheaded and fatigued. As you begin to wobble he quickly rushes to your side and holds you steady, a small bit of laughter leaving him as he held on to you.

“Ya alright there?” He asked, his arms holding you up and steady. You exhale heavily and nodded. “I’m just…I’m just tired.” You sigh heavily as you lean up onto him. He smiles as he wraps his forearms underneath your body, lifting your body up off the ground as he walks down the long corridor.

You feel yourself ready to fade out of consciousness but you couldn’t allow yourself to, not when there was a bloodthirsty man carrying you down the dark corridors of his mansion. He walked slowly, making sure to take his time as he held your delicate body in his arms.

Among walking the dark halls and staircases, he finally brings you into a warm and cozy area, a room with a fireplace and warm bed far in front of it. “This is m’guest room. Hope it’ll warm ya up a bit.” He says as he walks over to the well-made bed. There was a canopy attached to the top, allowing the silky curtains to fall down and slightly obscure the bed.

He softly sets you onto the bed before walking away to look around in the closet. “Sorry if this ain’t good enough, ion usually have folks here so…just have this f’now.”

You slowly sit up against the bedding to look at him and he tosses a large shirt over to you. You look at it before sighing, you weren’t about it be picky with any clothes after he allowed you to stay in. “U-Um…” You look at him a she stood there with a little grin on his face, tilting his head as you call out to him.

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

“C-Can you…Can you turn around..?” A nervous blush spreads across your face as he stares at you with a blank expression. “Aw, not even a peek?” He asks, a little giggle leaving his lips as he slowly turns around.

You quickly try your best to change out of your sopping clothes as he stood there and waited for you to tell him to turn back around. “Where do I put these…?” You asked as you held your soaking clothing tightly. The young man peeks back before fully turning around and walking over to you. He grabs your clothes and sets them aside before smiling. “Ah, ya can set ‘em right here. It’ll be fine.”

You slowly climb into the bed as a yawn escapes your lips, leaving the young man out to stare at you as you settled into bed. You slowly close your eyes as the drowsiness crashed onto your body, pulling the blankets up farther so you could get comfy.

“Oi. Ain’t ya forgettin’ sum’?”

You slowly pull your eyes back open and see the young man staring down at you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight as he hovered over you. You shoot up from the pillows and stare at him, your body shivering a bit as he stares at you with intensity.

He presses his hand up against your neck and stares at it before trailing his eyes back to yours. You trembled as you felt his fingers trace along the skin of your neck, his fingertips prodding at silky smoothness of your skin.

He lands his hips onto your your lap as he stares down at you, the cheekiest yet darkest smirk spread across his face. “I want sum’ f’ya blood…now.” He says, his tone slightly more impatient than before. Your mouth quivered as his body weight was pressed up against yours, his fingers still tracing along your neck.

“R-Right…I forgot..” You lie. He smiles wider before he presses a smooch along your neck, making you let out a sudden mewl. “Y’aint forgot…Y’just nervous…” He whispers as he peppers kisses against your neck. You feel your body grow warmer as he tried his best to soothe you, soften you up before he was ready to take a bit.

“Ya smell s’good~ Ya skin’s tasty too~” He whisper to you, pressing a small smooch against your ear. “M-Mhh~” You feel heat beginning to spill from you as he kissed and suckled along your skin, making a few noises come out of your lips. He softly pushes your body down along the soft fluffy pillows, pressing more kisses against you before he finally presses a kiss to your lips.

“What’s ya name?~” He asks as he continues to press his lips against yours. “H-Hmm?~” You moan out, your hands now gripping his cloak tightly as the kisses began to feel so good against your skin.

The feeling of his warm rough lips along your skin began to make your mind swirl with arousal. You hear him giggle again as he cups yours face.

“What’s ya name baby?~” He asks, this time adding on a little pet name. You felt your heart swell up with slight joy as you hear him call you such a name. “_-________~” You gasp out. He chuckles. “Pretty name. M’name’s Luffy. Monkey D. Luffy.” He finally introduces himself as he presses another kiss to your lips. You let out a little gasp as his hands trails from your face to your shoulders. “________. Can I touch on ya an’ bite on ya?” He asks, lookin down at you with half-lidded eyes.

You stare up at him before blushing. “Y-Yes…Yes you can.” You breathe out softly. Luffy smiles as he yanks off his cloak urgently before he moves his hands to the buttons of his shirt. Buttons begins to fly everywhere as he pulls his shirt open with a heavy sigh, your eyes widening once you see his sculptured body in front of you.

Your hands trembled against the sheets as you stare at his torso. His abs defined prettily as you stared at them with eagerness. What made his entire look cuter was the X-shaped scar across his chest. A scar that signified lost and pain. A scar that singe deep within his skin. “Y’can touch it if ya want.” He snickers as he notices you staring at his body.

You slowly press your hands up against his scar, tracing it as a shaky breath leaves your lips. You feel him pull you closer as her buries his face deep into your neck. “Can I…Can I bite ya now?” He asks, his hands now shivering against your collarbone. “Y-Yes…Sorry for keeping you waiting.” You apologize, a little gasp leaving you once you feel his tongue along your neck again.

You feel him press his fangs against your skin, imprinting a spot on where he wanted to hit you. “Fuck…M’so ready~ Are ya ready ________?” He asks, his hands gripping your shoulders to keep you still. You clench your eyes shut and tense up as you felt your his teeth graze along your neck.

“Y-Yes, I’m ready..” You say shakily before exhaling softly.

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dilvcslut · 11 months

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MASTERLIST PART 1

ONE PIECE

Legends: cute/fluff💗 romantic:♥️ comedy:💛angst/sad: 🩶 the most popular:🌟

Depressive🖤 suicide content:🩸 yandere/obsessive and similar: 💜 favorite:💖

STRAWHATS / LUFFY

Strawhat's crew x Y/N with dark impulses💜

Yandere YN who threaten Boa Hancock about Luffy 💜

Hancock vs YN who loves and protect cats 💜

Strawhat's crew x Y/N with dark impulses scenario (?)💗💜

Strawhat's crew x sleepwalker Y/N💛💗

Strawhat's being commend by YN💗

Yandere Luffy, Shanks and Eustass Kid x Reader - Midnight Snack 💜

Yandere Shanks, Luffy, Ace and Sabo x reader dying in front of them 💜🩶

One Pieces boys x Disabled Reader 💗

SHANKS/ REDHAIRED CREW

Shanks x YN with ADHD💗💛♥️

Like a red pepper! Shanks x Whitebeard daughter♥️💛💗💖

Teen Shanks x Teen YN whitebeard's daughter♥️💛💗💖🌟

Unbelievable Shanks x reader♥️💛💗

GOSSIP!Shanks x Reader♥️💗💛

Shanks x reader 🩶💗♥️

Secrets romantic's dates 💗💛♥️

Yandere Shanks x reader💜

Yandere Luffy, Shanks and Eustass Kid x Reader - Midnight Snack 💜

Yandere Shanks x reader 💜

Shanks x reader ( fluff from yandere version)💗♥️

Yandere Shanks, Luffy, Ace and Sabo x reader dying in front of them 💜🩶

Yandere Shanks x Dead Reader💜🩶

How Shanks conquer you?♥️💗💛

Shanks is a father of twins 💗

Unavailable Shanks♥️💛

Secret romantic dates♥️💗

MONKEY D. GARP

Garp x granddaughter! Garp looks for a suitor/husband for his granddaughter!💛💗

Garp x Granddaughter! Garp, Ace, Sabo and Luffy defends YN of bullys

WHITEBEARD'S CREW

A day with Whitebeard's Crew and a shy trying to socialize💗💛

No... I'm Newgate, Whitebeard! and I'll be your new father!💗🩶🩸

Whitebeard's crew x Y/N with communication problems!💗💛

Whitebeard's crew x Y/N with dark impulses scenario (?)💜

YN post traumatic stress 🩶🖤💗

Your beauty is bigger than the world!🩶💗

Whitebeard crew x Depressed reader 🩶💗

Whitebeard x Biological Daughter ( Ace x Biological Whitebeard daughter) ♥️💗💛

MIHAWK

Mihawk x Y/N with communication problems 💗💛♥️

PORTGAS D. ACE

Portgas D. Ace x YN who love cats 🐈💛💗♥️

Yandere Shanks, Luffy, Ace and Sabo x reader dying in front of them 💜🩶

EUSTASS KID

Yandere Luffy, Shanks and Eustass Kid x Reader - Midnight Snack 💜

SABO

Yandere Shanks, Luffy, Ace and Sabo x reader dying in front of them 💜🩶

ASL

ASL seeing bites of love in YN's neck 💗💛

Shy and little sister of ASL!

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Tokyo Revengers: none (0%)

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dilvcslut · 11 months

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y'all I just had a heart attack because...

^ dom Sanji (and I was in the middle of writing dom Sanji fic T_T)

^ nice angle, btw

^ they also have Zoro but still a concept

where to find/order: click here

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dilvcslut · 1 year

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dilvcslut · 1 year

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HELIOTROPES

pairing: dottore x fem!reader & segments

summary: the gods were sick and cruel and twisted. for five hundred years, he believed he was fated to be alone. he had long accepted it—embraced it, even. that is, until a midwinter night when that elusive red thread finally appeared on his finger. but as much as he wants to ignore it, the pull of a soulmate simply cannot be ignored.

genre: soulmate au, canon compliant for the most part

warnings: fem!reader, worldbuilding for snezhnaya & fatui, no other warnings

notes: i enjoyed writing this one ajfdhuaisdfuhs it was a bit of a character study for dottore, i love being able to get into his head like this

MIDWINTER

He was born without a mark. It’s not abnormal--statistically, half of the population would be born without a mark because you don’t receive your mark until your soulmate is born. Most receive theirs within the first five years of their life, if they weren’t born with one. Others are unlucky, and they have to wait up to ten.

Dottore never received his.

He waited years. When he was five years old, and other kids his age were starting to see the red thread that connected them with their soulmate, he was still waiting on his mark. When he was ten years old, and other kids his age were starting to feel their soulmate's emotions, he was still waiting on his mark. When he was fifteen years old, and other kids his age were finally seeing random words scrawled on their forearms reflecting their soulmate’s thoughts, he was still waiting on his mark.

When he was younger, he tried to convince himself it didn’t matter--that one day, his mark would show up, just like how it did for everyone else. But it was hard to convince himself of that when everyday he was reminded that he didn’t have one. He was reminded by nasty kids who would push him to the ground and laugh at him, he was reminded by equally nasty adults who whispered that only the soulless and the damned didn’t receive their soulmarks, and he was reminded by his parents who stripped him down to search him for his mark everyday so they could prove their son wasn’t cursed.

Dottore accepted that he did not have a soulmate. He would even go so far as to say he embraced it. It took him a long time to reach that mentality, years of coming to terms with it, but he firmly believed that he was better off. Having a soulmate was a mortal weakness that he was freed of--he had seen it be the downfall of many men before and he refused to meet the same fate.

Without a soulmate, he could focus on more important things. He could devote his time and energy to his research, further the Fatui in their rebellion against Celestia, and he could do it all without the weakness that all of humanity had.

He was stronger without a soulmate. It proved he was above mankind, beyond the limits that humans were confined to. He was better without a soulmate.

A harsh gust of wind battered the window of his room, ice webbing at the bottom of the glass, creeping up the sides. Dottore sighed as he lifted his hand to his face, pulling off the mask that hid him from the rest of the world.

He wasn’t sure why he was thinking about this again. His gaze drew to the mirror on the opposite side of the room, eyes tracing the rough, jagged skin across the top of his face--a product of the demonization cast over him by the people of his old village. Dottore’s lips twisted into a deep frown as he forced himself to look away, it had been a long time since he had even had a passing thought of it, much less dwelling on it as he was now.

He turned away from the mirror over to the candle resting at his nightstand--dimly lighting up the dark, spacious room. Shadows reflected eerily across the room from the trees swaying in the wind outside to the small flame dancing at his bedside. A blizzard rattled the palace around him, he wondered if it was the doing of the Tsaritsa or if it was just a natural storm.

Dottore hated the winter.

He always had. It had nothing to do with the bone-chilling weather and frequent storms. He barely could even feel the cold anymore, and he thought storms might be better for him because he could coop himself up in his lab without having to worry about the Jester disturbing his research and telling him to go on some mission. He had hated the winter even before he had left Sumeru for Snezhnaya, where the temperatures were five times as warm and the earth of the forest started to dry from a lack of rain.

Winter had always been the unluckiest time of year for him--it was when he was originally chased from the village, it was when he was cast out from the Akademiya. Winter was when he had faced some of the biggest failures of his life regarding his research into Archon residue. Winter was when the first segment he had created was destroyed. Winter was when he was dealt a fatal blow that had made him abandon his body for an artificial one.

Dottore despised the winter.

He sat on his bed, rubbing his eyes. He was tired, that was the only explanation for why his mind was wandering to such a topic. He had been able to free himself of the shackles that many mortals were restricted by--aging, natural death, even unnatural death could be avoided, for the most part, but he still found himself chained by fatigue and hunger. He could suppress it longer than the average person but it never failed to limit him.

He supposed that he should rest. Tomorrow there was to be a meeting with all of the Harbingers--discussion on what was to be done about the spots of the late 9th and 11th, who had met their end on a failed mission in Natlan earlier in the month. With the Captain finally returning with their bodies, it would be time to put them to rest and figure out how to move forward. He could already hear the bickering of Sandrone and Scaramouche, Arlecchino’s snide comments that just set the other two off even more.

Dottore thought that the whole situation was ridiculous. There had been no need to send two of the newest Harbingers down to Natlan when they all knew very well that Natlan was getting more and more aggressive to the Fatui within their borders. They had been sent on a diplomatic mission, to observe, but the Pyro Archon claimed that they had made an attempt on her life. A blatant lie, but the only ones left alive to corroborate the story were the Pyro Archon’s sycophants.

It was meant to be a challenge. The Pyro Archon was challenging the Tsaritsa to do something about her butchering two of her most loyal followers, she was hoping for a war… but Snezhnaya could not afford a war right now. Their economy was failing and the dead of winter was nigh, when all crops would start dying and animals would freeze mid-trot. Famine would begin to wrap its chilly fingers around the throats of the citizens of Snezhnaya, the bitter cold would seep into the warmest homes and it was not the time for the Fatui to war with Teyvat’s strongest military. They were already struggling politically with the old-blood aristocracy breathing down their necks and with the support of the masses, there wasn’t much that the Fatui could do to press back until they were in a better position, even with the support of the Tsaritsa herself.

Dottore pinched the bridge of his nose, the meeting was hours from beginning and he could already feel the incoming headache. He had no interest in Snezhnayan politics, he had no interest in what was to be done about the empty seats amongst the Harbingers. All he wanted to do was continue his research--the Delta segment would be returning from Sumeru at some point tomorrow to give him an update on the Irminsul project and his input was needed before Delta or any of the other older segments took any further steps.

He let out a heavy breath as he rose back to his feet, intent on changing out of his clothes and into something more comfortable before he finally laid down to rest for the night. As he rose, he felt something soft, feather-light even, brushing against his thumb. Without thinking, he reached for a handkerchief folded tidily on the edge of his bedside dresser.

He wiped off his hands without even bothering to look, figuring that it was just the remnants of the material he was working with down in his lab but as he crossed the room to his wardrobe, that strange, weightless feeling against his thumb remained.

Dottore’s eyes finally drew down to his right hand, curiosity getting the best of him, as always. And he stared, for a second and then two before a laugh bubbled in his chest, begging to be released.

Not for the first time, he thought that the gods had a sick and twisted sense of humor because wrapped neatly around his thumb was that thin, red thread that supposedly tied him to his soulmate, over four hundred and fifty years late.

He thought it was strange how everything around him moved on as normal as if his whole world hadn’t been shattered in a matter of five seconds the night before. He wasn’t able to sleep after noticing the thread and he hadn’t been able to bring himself to look for the soulmark that was undoubtedly branded somewhere on his body.

He felt weak. Mortal, again. He hated it.

“Then we wait,” Sandrone said dryly, her sharp voice drawing Dottore back into the conversation. His eyes left the red thread for the first time since he arrived at the meeting, flickering up to where the woman was resting in a chair, a large automaton standing behind her. “Why give a seat to someone unworthy? We’ll wait until two have proven their strength and they can-”

“And how long will that take?” Scaramouche’s voice was cold and grating as he interrupted Sandrone and Dottore’s lips thinned, realizing the inevitable argument between the Sixth and the Seventh was about to begin.

“However long it takes,” Sandrone responded, voice little over a hiss, blue eyes flinty.

“Ah, yes, yet another a bright idea from the Seventh. Let’s just leave the spots empty when enemies are on our doorstep, show even more weakness,” Scaramouche scoffed, not even bothering to hide the way he rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his seat.

“If you have a better idea, Balladeer, please, speak up with it,” Sandrone replied. “I’d love to…”

The thread was vibrating.

Dottore’s gaze flickered down beneath his mask to where his hands were resting on the ebony table, tuning out the conversation around him as he focused on the red string. He could barely feel it, much less see the little vibrations, but he was hyper-focused on it now. It was uneven thrums, as if someone was flicking the thread over and over again--they were getting faster, more impatient, and Dottore couldn’t help but think back to his childhood, when he was five years old and would watch other kids his age laying in the grass snapping their string incessantly, waiting for a responding snap from their soulmate.

His eyes flickered to the wide windows on the far side of the room, the blizzard still raged outside but he could see the sun rising in the distance.

So, you’re finally awake, he thought to himself, gaze drawing back to his thumb as the thrums got more and more insistent. A child. His soulmate was a child right now--excited at waking up to the appearance of the thread, hoping that their soulmate was just as excited as they were. Dottore had, for a long time, believed that his heart had gone cold and dead and he did not like the ache he felt in his empty chest.

A weakness. Just like that, he was brought down to the level of man.

Soulmates were blinding, they caused people to act with their heart and not their head. Dottore prided himself on being a man that removed his heart from decision making. He put nothing above furthering his research--no morals, no virtues, no principles came before his success and he could not allow this to change anything.

He had gone this long without a soulmate, he didn’t need one now.

But he couldn’t tear his eyes off the vibrating thread no matter how hard he tried. He could hear the conversation continuing around him but it sounded like a distant buzz--nothing could break his concentration on the thread, not even himself, and before he knew what he was doing, he was lifting his pointer finger and flicking it down, right on the string.

He inhaled as discreetly as he could once he realized what he had done, straightening in his seat. The vibrations from the opposite end had stopped instantly, and then all at once: one, two, three, four flicks.

Excitement, but all Dottore could feel was dread sinking in his stomach.

He could feel a pair of eyes on him. Dottore forced his gaze up to where the Tenth was sitting across from him, green eyes trained on his hand. Dottore’s lips flattened. Did he know? How would he know? But even with the mask adorning his face, the Tenth must have felt Dottore’s livid glare, looking up with a sheepish smile as he motioned to his own hand, his pointer finger, as if he was trying to show Dottore what he was looking at.

Dottore’s ring.

Of course, Dottore thought to himself dryly. He should have expected nothing less from the avaricious man.

Brighella had been brought in by Arlecchino--the Knave had spoken highly of the man’s intelligence and fighting ability, but so far all Dottore had seen from the Tenth Harbinger was a greed for wealth and alcohol. Dottore thought the man was more deserving of the title Jester than Pierro was, because all he was good for was his unintentional drunken entertainment during events.

Dottore let his gaze drop back to his hands, where the vibrating had finally stopped--seemingly pleased with finally getting a response from him--and Dottore couldn’t push away the emotions clawing at him from every angle.

He hated it.

He was good at compartmentalizing all of his feelings, pushing away all of the unwelcome ones and storing them in little corners until they finally dissipated but he couldn’t this time. They were too intense and Dottore felt overwhelmed. It had barely been half a day and he was already rattled by the new circumstances--rattled enough that he was struggling to keep himself composed internally.

Anxiety and dread were paramount, yes, but there was also pity.

The people of his old village had convinced him that he was cursed but he knew now that he was not the cursed one--it was the one that shared a mark with him instead.

Delta had arrived. Dottore could feel him approaching the palace, battling his way through the blizzard. He was not alone, he could feel another presence at his side--another segment--and he had a feeling he knew exactly which one it was and he was not pleased.

His movements were sharp as he put away the materials that he was using, annoyed at Delta and his inability to say no to the younger segments. For as stubborn and prideful the older segment was, all it took was a few whines from the Iota or Kappa segment and he was rolling over doing whatever they asked.

Dottore did not know how having a soulmate would affect the segments. He just knew it would be a distraction that they could not afford.

Would they have a mark? Dottore didn’t even know if he had a mark. He had yet to step in front of a mirror and look--it would make it too real, as if the damning thread wasn’t real enough.

Would they be able to see the thread? Would they have their own? Dottore hoped not. He did not want them to know--not yet, at least.

Dottore exhaled, safely storing the final vial in a cabinet too high for the Iota segment to reach and knock down just as the door to his lab was flung open harshly, shaking the cabinets closest to the door. He raised his eyebrows, turning on his heel to face the two arrivals.

Both segments were bundled in layers, cloaks drenched with water and furred hoods littered with snowflakes. The Delta segment was frowning, eyeing the room suspiciously, and the Iota segment was bouncing at his side, head whipping back and forth as he looked around the room--his first time in Dottore’s personal lab.

Something that Dottore had tried to keep on purpose. The last segment he wanted in his lab was the Iota segment--he was the clumsiest segment, one of the two segments with absolutely no sense of self-control, letting his curiosity get the best of him even in the worst situations. He was created in the mindset of his ten year old self, right after he had been cast out from his village. Dottore had thought that he could use Iota to see the Aranara of Vanarana but evidently, Iota no longer had that childlike innocence that allowed children to see the Aranara… which Dottore should have expected considering the circumstances after which he was created.

“You’re late,” Dottore said dryly, wiping his hands with a towel as he stepped out from behind the lab table he was working at.

“Yes,” Delta responded, voice just as dry. “There’s a bit of a blizzard outside, if you didn’t notice.”

Dottore raised his eyebrows at the snark and Delta, the most quarrelsome of the segments--except maybe Theta--only raised his eyebrows right back. Dottore’s eyes narrowed, annoyance worming its way onto his expression at the blatant disrespect. He had half a mind to remind him what exactly happened to the last segment that pushed him too far but instead, he was forced to move forward, right hand curling around Iota’s wrist just as the boy reached for some of Dottore’s notes.

“Do not start,” Dottore said sharply--perhaps he should have watched his tone, Iota was always the most sensitive when it came to tone and the last thing he wanted to deal with was a hysterical child.

… but Iota didn’t react to his tone. Instead, his eyes were wide and wondrous as he stared at Dottore’s hand. His right hand. Specifically, his right thumb.

Dottore’s stomach dropped, he released Iota’s wrist in an instant, stepping away, but Iota was persistent, darting forward to grab Dottore’s wrist now, reaching to grab the red string but his hand went right through it.

“What is that?” Delta asked, voice quiet and sharp.

So they could see his thread, but Dottore could safely assume that they did not have their own.

“Is it real?” Iota was still trying to grab the string--undoubtedly to tug at it just to feel the responding tug from their soulmate, just as he had felt from the opposite end this morning.

“It is real,” Dottore wasn’t even sure if he believed the words himself but logically, he had no reason to think otherwise. “It appeared last night.”

The reaction was almost instantaneous--Delta’s eyes shot open and Iota was wailing, clutching at Dottore’s waist, letting out incoherent babbles of how he knew that they had a soulmate, and how he knew that they weren’t damned or soulless, and how Kappa and Gamma would be-

“Do not tell them,” Dottore said sharply and Iota sobered up immediately, bottom lip wobbly and red eyes teary as he peered up at Dottore, questioning. “This is to stay between us for now, do you understand?”

“But Kappa-” Iota sniffled, confused, “and the others, they’ll be-”

“Do you understand?” Dottore asked again, gaze heavy as he waited for a response from both of his segments. “We do not need any new distractions, we’re finally making progress on our projects.”

Iota looked as if he had been physically slapped, brows knit together and biting his bottom lip as he looked between Delta and Dottore, as if expecting Delta to argue with Dottore. Dottore kept his expression steady, challenging, waiting for Delta to say something. Delta was argumentative but unlike Theta, he was not stupid. He knew when to pick fights and when to back off.

Delta was searching Dottore’s face for something, and Dottore made sure to keep his face blank. “You really don’t care?” Delta finally asked.

Dottore didn’t respond, partially because even as Delta asked the question, there was another soft tug at the red thread wrapped around his thumb. He forced himself not to look down at it, ignoring it this time. He did not care, and even if he did, he would force himself not to, just like he did a million times before when he forced himself to not care that he didn’t have a soulmate.

It was better for him, and it was better for the child on the opposite end of the string--who would grow up expecting their perfect match and be met with him.

“You were called back to report on the Irminsul project,” Dottore, a master of deflection, changed the subject rather than responding. Delta scoffed. “So, sit down and report. Enough of this nonsense. This is exactly why the other segments will not know.”

The anxiety, and the dread, and the pity was gone. It was replaced by anger.

Dottore was sick and tired of the gods fucking around with him.

Dottore stood in front of the mirror, lips thin and mask removed as he considered searching for the soulmark that was bound to be branded somewhere on his skin. It had been a long, long time since he had last searched his body for one. He had stopped after he had been cast out from the Akademiya--having given up on acceptance of any kind, be it from strangers or finally receiving his soulmate. He didn’t even want to look now but curiosity had always been his fatal flaw.

What did it look like? Where was it placed? His body was artificial, would there even be a soulmark?

Slowly and meticulously, he removed his shirt, scanning his torso and arms for any sign of the mark. He didn’t know what to look for--as far as he was aware, people’s marks could look like anything. The majority of people had some sort of symbol, be it a flower or animal or even some sort of item that’s a shared interest of the duo.

Dottore had no idea what he might share with his soulmate.

Methodologically, he turned over each arm--just as his parents would do when they were frantically searching him for a mark when he was a child.

Nothing.

Dottore stared at himself in the mirror, the scars that littered his body and face were stark in comparison to the rest of the fair skin. He shook his head as he finally turned around, back facing the mirror. He twisted his neck, looking over his shoulder to scan his back, gaze crawling up from his waistband until it reached his shoulders.

Dottore inhaled sharply, red eyes widening just a bit as he caught sight of the mark branded right between his shoulder blades--a small cluster of purple flowers spread out on his skin.

Heliotropes, he recognized and Dottore didn’t know if he should roll his eyes or laugh at the irony. Symbol of eternal devotion… poisonous to humans.

Of course.

Dottore thought that should be enough of a sign to end this before it weakened him even further--nip the issue in the bud before it could become detrimental. He had never actually seen someone cut their thread before but there were old wives’ tales about it and if anyone could figure out how to do it, it would be him.

For his sake, and for whoever was on the opposite end.

… and then there was a little tug at the string--once, then twice, and then a third time.

The moon was high in the sky now. Night had long fallen. He wondered if this was meant to be a goodnight.

Dottore sighed as he stepped away from the mirror, sitting down at the edge of his bed, leaving the goodnight unanswered as he contemplated what he should do. His gaze shifted back to the window as a branch rattled the glass.

Dottore hated the winter. Time and time again, it proved to be the worst months of his life… but a part of him--deep, deep down--wondered if this was all too bad because as he watched the ice creep up the frame of the window, this time with the phantom vibrations of his soulmate flicking at the string, it was with a bit more fondness than there was the night before.

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dilvcslut · 1 year

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Obey Me NSFW Poll (p1)

options are limited, demons only for this one! sorry!

reblog for bigger sample size;3c

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dilvcslut · 1 year

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HI HI HI! MY KIND OF A MOOT FRIEND ON BOTH GENSHIN AND TUMBLR EHE🤭

so i saw that ur reqs were open and ever thought of corruption with xiao???? i just feel like it would work so well

|･ω･`)ﾉ a/n : hihi!!!! tyty nobu for your wise ideas hehe

✰ [ nxiispire ] .. ! Corrupting Xiao

cw : corruption k1nk, loss of v1rginity, sub!xiao

no cause i think about this way more then i should ( ˘･з･˘) he’s just so urrrgg

Thinking about how for a majority of Xiao’s life he thought of himself as merely a weapon, his only purpose was to kill for the sake of others. So of course the idea of indulging in humanly pleasures was forbidden, it wasn’t even something he considered, seeing sex as just a method of reproducing.

Though of course when he eventually found himself looking over wangshu inn, he inadvertently became aware of humans habits to have sex, not for reproducing, but for pleasure.

Despite the curiosity, Xiao never thought such meaningless pleasures was meant for him. He didn’t even know if someone like him was even capable of feeling like that. That was until you came around.

Xiao had no idea that the touch of someone else could fee so good.

Admittedly it took him awhile to warm up to the idea of physical affection. It took him a ridiculously long time for him to not jump out of his skin at a mere hug. But he trusted you, and slowly he began to anticipate your embrace (only in private of course), even letting you kiss him from time to time.

But unlike the slow work up to hugging and kissing, in the heat of the moment you and Xiao took the next step in your relationship in a single night. Xiao didn’t quite understand the difference between innocent hugging and kissing, and full blown sex, so he wasn’t too apprehensive when you asked if you could start undressing him during a heated make out session.

But by the time he realised how different these acts were, he was feeling way to good to stop.

You had your hand wrapped around his cock, slowly jerking him off while muttering praises into his ear, telling how good he was being and how pretty he was.

He almost sobbed at your praises, as the combination of this newfound pleasure and your words felt almost too much. He began bucking his hips up into your hand as he felt an unfamiliar feeling being to rise in his stomach.

“Ahhah- mhh shit i feel- i feel like- aAhh” he paused his efforts to express how he was feeling in order let out even more pornographic moans.

“i- i feel like i’m going ahh~ to explode!!” he whines out, finally finding the words to express this new feeling.

“it’s ok you can let it all out ok? just let go and cum for me” you reassured, feeling as though you could finish at the sight itself. And at your command he came with a loud moan, jerking as you rubbed him through his high.

Xiao didn’t have time to think about what just happened as his eyes began fluttering shut, purely exhausted from the intense orgasm he just had.

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dilvcslut · 1 year

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I have sooo many thoughts about Diluc hes my babygirl and im lowkey obsessed with him so here we are

contains: nsfw headcannons (please dni if under 18), soft dom diluc, blowjobs, eating you out/fingering, cockwarming, not gender specific but vaguely written with afab reader in mind. Can be interpreted however you want though idc. real long post i rant a lot

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He's more dominant, but hes gentle. He's in charge but he's in it for your pleasure. He wants you to feel good! Service top all the way. Anyone who says he's a mean dom is simply incorrect xoxo (i respect your headcannons i just dont agree lol)

He needs to be as close to you as physically possible when you're fucking. He's passionate, always kissing you or holding you close to him. Any position where he can look at your face is great as well, he wants to see your expressions so he knows what you like.

He likes it when you sit in his lap so he can wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you tight against him while he thrusts up into you.

Another favorite is you laying on your back so he can either fuck you or eat you out, he goes crazy a little bit if you wrap your legs around him. He loves your thighs, always marking them up.

The guy has no clue how to handle it when you're pleasuring him though. If you ever give him a blowjob expect him to flush as red as his hair, trying his best to muffle his moans and leaning his head back to let out shakey breaths as you make him feel good. He might apologize if he cums on your face, but secretly he thinks you look gorgeous like that. He's not the type to thrust up into your throat unless he's super needy. Tease him a little bit, it'll be fun!

If he ever sees you wearing one of his shirts it would actually be over for him. Seeing you in his shirt, ESPECIALLY if its that and nothing else, would be his limit and he would genuinely have to take you then and there.

Surprisingly, not very into cockwarming. Well... he is in theory. He loves the idea of it, you on his lap while he's working at his desk, but feeling you squeeze around him and being so close to you makes him too needy. If you cockwarm him expect to be bent over his desk within minutes, or you'll end up with him bouncing you up and down on his cock as he buries his face in the crook of your neck with a muffled moan.

You already know this man is strong, it takes a lot of muscle to swing around a giant weapon as effortlessly as he does. He takes pride in that, and being able to pick you up or maneuver you around definitely adds to that.

He's SO GOOD with his hands, which are the prettiest actually. Long fingers with neat nails. His hands arent slender or broad, very average actually, but they are pretty. His veins are visible too which is hot. Knows exactly how to curl his fingers to hit all the spots to have you falling apart for him.

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dilvcslut · 1 year

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Going off on my earlier ideas of Barbarian!Bakugo x reader, what about Dragon!Kirishima x reader

Like your the princess of a kingdom, extremely wealthy and feared, destined to married off when the time is deemed right by your father king.

But little old you as a child running off constantly and fleeing to the woods to get away from the studies and prime and proper like because you just was to explore and you end up meeting a friend along the way.

Child! Dragon! Kirishima

warnings: sex, breeding, children, death, gore, possessive nature, marking, overstimulation

Like imagine the fact that dragon Kirishima was an abandoned egg and raised in the woods on his own, scared of people and no way to communicate with them despite being a shifter

Child! Dragon! Kirishima who sees you coming and hides because your a scary human and he was just out hunting for berries or a bunny- anything to eat

Child! Dragon! Kirishima who gets caught when he falls out of the tree he was hiding in, only to quickly recover and cower behind said tree when you try to ask him if he’s okay

Child! Dragon! Kirishima who grows curious when you hold out your hand to him, repeating your name and asking his

Child! Dragon! Kirishima who gives you his hand but still can’t speak because he never learned

Child! Dragon! Kirishima who gets handed peacocks of bread that you stole from the kitchen eats it whole, almost without chewing because he’s so starved

Child! Dragon! Kirishima who manages to repeat your name and nothing else but that’s okay, until you have to leave because it’s dark out

Child! Dragon! Kirishima who pulls against you when you try to take him home, you don’t know where his parents are and he can’t answer you so your forced to leave him

Child! Dragon! Kirishima who waits in the woods all day and night, it’s starting to get dark again and he things your never coming back

Child! Dragon! Kirishima who chirps happily at you appearing the again, this time with food specifically for him, and as much as your small arms can hold

Child! Dragon! Kirishima who protects you from the icky bugs and the squirrels, who tried to teach you how to hunt while calling out over and over “Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!” Because it’s all he can say

Child! Dragon! Kirishima who learns your words and routines as he watches from afar, who wears the warm clothes you bring once you find out that he doesn’t have parents to keep you warm, who wears the jewelry your parents give you that you don’t want

Child! Dragon! Kirishima who falls in love with your more and more everyday, but all he knows is that he’s supposed to keep your safe

Child! Dragon! Kirishima who starts to view you as a treasure, one of the shiny things he knows he’s supposed to keep safe, protect from everything, but he knows your the most valuable thing in his pile

Child! Dragon! Kirishima who learns how to speak how to communicate all because you taught him

Child! Dragon! Kirishima who gets his name Kirishima Eijiro because you named him- because he didn’t have a name

Child! Dragon! Kirishima who is forced away by the knights of the castle, sent out to kill him once your father finally figured out what’s going on

Child! Dragon! Kirishima who can hear your screaming and crying for them to leave him alone as he bolts

Child! Dragon! Kirishima who cries as he things of his princess, waiting in the woods for him to return but he can’t because he’ll be killed

Adult! Dragon! Kirishima who flies above the land his friend King! Barbarian! Bakugo rules, his best friend

Adult! Dragon! Kirishima who figures out he’s the last of his kind as he makes new friends

Aka Axe Maiden! Mina, Musketeer! Denki, and Trapper! Hanta

Adult! Dragon! Kirishima who tells the tale of his childhood, of the little girl who saved him- who he misses and wonders what she’s doing now

Musketeer! Denki who encourages the group to search for you, who convinces everyone to find Dragon! Kirishima’s long lost princess

Adult! Dragon! Kirishima who thinks it’ll be fun until he comes across the woods near the kingdom where you used to meet- it’s all burned to the ground. All the woods surrounded the kingdom for miles are nothing but pathetic regrowth and ash

Adult! Dragon! Kirishima who is more enraged that he’s ever been, especially when he finally sees you because your about to be married off to the prince- soon to be kind of a rival kingdom, in order to form an alliance

Adult! Dragon! Kirishima who is most angry about how betrayed you look as your father talks about the grandchildren you will give him, how clearly unhappy you were to the point where Dragon!Kirishima is breathing nothing but smoke

Barbarian! Bakugo who finally decides to get really involved as he and his friends storm the ceremonial festival to celebrate your upcoming offering

Axe Maiden! Mina who sprints into the festival, not even trying to blend in as she grabs you from the dance circle, telling you that if you want to get out- come with her now

Axe Maiden! Mina who gets nothing but resistance until she name drops dragon! Kirishima then your sprinting with her

Full blow Adult! Dragon! Kirishima in his dragon form as he blows fire at the knights trying to stop them

Barbarian! Bakugo who is slaughtering knights left and right, more than happy to add more lives to his list

Trapper! Hanta who is dodging swords left and right, saying he-*dodges*hey! We can talk about this right! *ducks* we’re all friends here! Just trying to take your princess that’s it-

Musketeer! Denki who is holding one of those tribal fire sticks that are supposed to burn through the entire ceremony, swiping it around and laughing as the guards continue to step back, trying to stab him with their spears, HAHA!! Mine is bigger than yours-

The group is slowly being backed into the entrance, still warding off the knights as they bring out ropes to try and capture Adult! Dragon! Kirishima

The group quickly retreats as they pile onto Adult! Dragon! Kirishima - barbarian! Bakugo roughly pulling up the princess, still adorning her royal sacrifice clothing and telling her to hurry up as Adult! Dragon! Kirishima lifts off to Barbarian! Bakugo’s kingdom

Queen! Mitsuki who goes off on her son and his friends as they just declared war on not one but TWO separate kingdoms- until they way she sees Dragon! Kirishima looking at you and is reminded of the way she declared war when she was young- when she kidnapped King! Masuru

Queen! Mitsuki who sends out troops lead by Barbarian! Bakugo as Dragon! Kirishima takes you to his favorite watering hole to wash up, who gives you the clothes literally off his back because he doesn’t know what to do

Adult! Dragon! Kirishima who is blaring out words a mile a minute as he tries to justify taking you away from your home and who his friends are and how you’ll like them he promises

Adult! Dragon! Kirishima who gets flustered when you finally just say you can speak properly now

Adult! Dragon! Kirishima who doesn’t realize the size difference between the two of you now- you used to be the same height, now he easily towers over you in a hulking form of muscle and scars as he apologizes again for not preparing his cave for you

Adult! Dragon! Kirishima who tells you of all his tales and everything he’s been through and he asks what happened to you but you don’t answer and he knows it’s bad

Adult! Dragon! Kirishima who takes you to his cave and gives you his bed - in which you ironically become the princess kidnapped in the cave as the dragon takes guard

Adult! Dragon! Kirishima who’s bed is a mess of think furs and soft hides, he tries his best to make it comfortable- your a princess after all- and apologizes for the lack of royal appeal and blushes when you say you like his bed

Adult! Dragon! Kirishima who finally starts courting you in ways he thinks he knows- offering you things

Adult! Dragon! Kirishima who leaves flowers on his your bed, who leave jewels and bottles and everything that shines of value- especially gold- you have so much gold it’s piling up in the corner

Adult! Dragon! Kirishima who gifts you the crown your father wore when Barbarian! Bakugo comes back from war in a shorter time than they though, who brings you the jewels that your ‘fiancé’ wore

Adult! Dragon! Kirishima who finally fucks you while your wearing your fathers crown- it’s a mix of love and passion and possessiveness- your not being taken away from him again

Fiancé! Dragon! Kirishima who mates you, who bottoms out so easily as he marks your skin with his nails and teeth and lips

Fiancé! Dragon! Kirishima who overstimulated you so bad- he knows he should stop- it’s your first time and your body can only take so much compared to his, your shaking and crying and you just keep kissing him and it’s driving him mad

Fiancé! Dragon! Kirishima who overflows your body with his seed on a nightly basis until he knows for a fact your full of his kids

Husband! Dragon! Kirishima who playfully wrestled with his half human half dragon kids, who teaches them to be gentle with their mother- she’s not like us so be careful

Husband! Dragon! Kirishima who lets Barbarian! Bakugo teach his children to fight- gifting them swords and knives for their birthdays and teaching them how to gut animals

Barbarian! Bakugo who highkey loves your brats- who sits your half-breed daughters on his lap as he tells them to point to which one he should kill at a public execution - the mean stall owner who scared them earlier

Husband! Dragon! Kirishima who loves that his children and wife are treated as royalty - by the royal family - those are Queen! Mitsuki’s grandchildren don’t get her wrong

Husband! Dragon! Kirishima who will 100% allow you to live solely in the bed if that’s what you please, he can handle everything! Let him take care of you! He’ll feed you and your little runts everyday he’ll teach them everything they need

Husband! Dragon! Kirishima who is just so large he tries to make you let him carry you everywhere, curling in his arms as your children climb all over him- not hindering his movements at all as he happily stride you to wherever you need to go

Husband! Dragon! Kirishima who will burn your ex-fiancé’s palace to the ground and then fuck you on the throne just to show him that your all his- not that losers that thought they owned you

Husband! Dragon! Kirishima who will lay down his life for you, your children, and everyone of his friends without a second thought

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Who's the most masochistic out of my favorite genshin boys?

Characters: Childe, Scaramouche, Xiao, Kazuha, Albedo

MDNI or i will block you

Warnings: smut, dom reader, cnc, feminization, roleplay, aphrodisiac, blood kink, knife play, pet play, violent sex, degradation, humilation, choking, sex toys, size kink, hair pulling, childe is an extreme masochist, no pronouns mentioned for the reader, cock can be read as strap

Childe

11/10

This man

There aren't many things that he would consider "too far"

Honestly you could offer to light his pubes on fire he would just say start taking off his pants

Slam his head face first on the desk as you take him from behind. Pull his head up, make him look at you. You will be met wiyh loopsided smile, nose dripping with blood, eyes rolled up, clouded with delight

Very into knife play. Loves when you run a cold blade along his chest to his groin almost cutting his skin. It makes him shiver

Kick him, slap him, step on him

Leave as much brusies and scars as you can

Its an instant boner for him if you pin him down when you play fight or train

When you start choking him thought? He might just come in his pants right now

All that said please keep him in line since we don't want him getting hurt too seriously

Scaramouche

8/10

Sex with this guy is a lot less violent than childe

He doesn't want any ugly brusies or scars on his body. He cares about his appearance

Small hickeys or marks are fine thought

He likes cnc. Its mostly him who thinks up a scenario but he likes it when you take him by suprise (safe word already established)

Loves when you fuck him in dark allyway. He feels humilated when you pound him in such dirty place, whispering degrading things in his ear as you push your fingers down his throat gagging him, to keep his moans down

Very talkative during sex, will try to degrade you

If you get tired just shove a dildo or a ballgag in his mouth

Size king

Train him well by showing bigger and bigger dildos in his holes

His build is very petite so feel free to admire his throat and belly bulges

Albedo

6/10

First off aphrodisiacs. Of course since he's an alchemist

Will search through all the corners of teyvat to find some carrot that will make you go feral and fuck his brain out

Or he can drink it, becoming a horny dog at your feet

If you ever catch him pleasuring himself or doing something perverted remember to take some photos

Why? Because albedo likes ✨️roleplay✨️. It will serve as a prop

Become a bully co-worker that approches their superior with this photos threathing to release his dirty secrets into the public

Unless,of course, Albedo because their bitch

Make him wear a vibrator at work, get off on your shoe whatever you please

Kazuha

5/10

We're on much tamer side now

Kazuha prefers sex to be a lot more intimate

Soft touches, gentle kisses and breathy moans its definately more his style

However

He likes to experimate every now and then

Putting on cute pink frilly apron every with white lace lingerie underneath it

A pretty summer dress

Maybe even grow out his hair so he could try hairstyles popular among women in inazuma

A little lipstick and eyeshadow wouldn't hurt either right?

He knows how much you love when all this runs down his face

So go right ahead, pull his hair and call him your beautifull wife

Xiao

3/10

PLEASE BE GENTLE WITH HIM

This man is used to life full of sadness and pain

So he doesn't need any more of it

Doesn't like chains, whips or ropes. It remainds him of his old days with the evil god

Please don't degrade him. He might acually belive it

Introduce him to kinks very slowly

Ask him 10xtimes if he's sure about something because he doesn't have a heart to tell you that he doesn't want to do it

Suprisingly something that he really like is pet play

A more gentle version of it

He gets to be your kitty, sit on your lap and your hand petting his head

He wants to be a good kitty so he never misbehaves

He wants to earn treats from you

His first treat was a pretty tail from you

You helping him put it on was the best part for him

Then a collar with his and your name on it

Let him worship you. He wants to show you how thankfull he is to have you

Yakshas tounges are slightly scratchy just like kittens!

Perfect for neck licks

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dilvcslut · 2 years

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Tighnari smut brainrot

warnings: overstimulation, bottom tighnari, multiple orgasms

"Aught! Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Babe, FUCK!" The fox cried and pleaded as the overstimulation made his body twitch. The way that you pumped his cock with your cold hand meanwhile you pet his ears made his mind go blank. "What's wrong, baby? Can't think straight?" You smirked at him as his eyes stared into yours with a pleasing look. His chest heaved as he felt his orgasm approach. His eyes closed tightly, his nose scrunching up and his ears twitching violently as he came onto your hand. "Look at all this mess...i'm gonna have to punish you, Tighnari~!" You cooed as you lowered your head to the ache between his legs.

"No please! Please I can't!" He tried to push you away but was stopped when you licked the tip of his cock, a loud moan erupting from his throat as his back arched into your touch. "That's more like it..." You saw how his ears fell to his side in exhaustion, finally giving up on fighting and letting you do whatever you wanted to him.

You took him in your mouth, a loud scream of pleasure erupting from him as he wrapped his legs around your head to pull you further onto his cock. You bobbed your head up and down, Tighnari absolutely turning into mush as the only thing he wanted now was to be fucked stupid.

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dilvcslut · 2 years

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If scaramouche was in the leak….

I’d go crazy

P.S: idk who made this!! Credits to them though😁

#i’m literally foaming at the mouth #this brought me back from the dead #😻

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OM Boys Reacting To You Saying You've Been Faking It Recently (As A Prank)

Notes: I randomly got this idea and thought it was funny so I wrote up a couple of hcs for it. Lol why was I literally giggling while writing this

Warnings: nsfw mentions. no actual smut but pretty suggestive

Characters involved: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Lucifer

The second most offended.

Lucifer will literally put down everything he's doing to stare you dead in the eyes and ask you to repeat yourself.

"Would you repeat that, darling?"

Regardless of whether or not it was a joke, it is safe to say you will not be leaving whatever room you're in for quite some time.

Lucifer doesn't care if you're in his office, either of your bedrooms or an empty classroom, his pride blinds him enough to not care about the repercussions at that moment.

It's not only his pride, but his heart that is quite wounded at the idea of you not enjoying your intimate moments together, especially since sex means a lot to Lucifer (considering he only reserves that for people he feels very strongly about).

Don't bother holding back any of your noises because Lucifer wants to hear them all. The entire Devildom could have been able to hear you and he still wouldn't care. In fact, that would only reassure him.

His sadistic tendencies take a back seat as Lucifer focuses on pleasuring you to the greatest extent.

However, don't be fooled, for once he realises it was all a prank, your punishment will be just as intense.

Mammon

Mammon freezes.

At first, he doesn't really know what to do and sort of panics.

It's only when he senses the air of amusement around you that he sort of calms down. But that's when the anger and annoyance set in.

He's not actually angry at you, however, he does feel annoyed that you'd play such games with him. Especially since you know he's a switch (mostly bottom) which can make him question whether he's doing enough in bed.

Mammon would be more on the love-making side than intense like Lucifer. You've been faking it recently? Well, then he's going to give you the best orgasm of your life.

Mammon can be so cute during such moments and gets quite clingy even as he tries to be a mean dom (fails completely because he's more of a soft dom).

Expect A LOT of aftercare once the two of you are done. You're both spending the rest of the day (if it's night then the entire night and the next morning) with each other and Mammon gets super clingy.

"Don't ya ever pull something like that again, kay human?"

You think Mammon's tsundere ass is normally jealous? Well, expect that to go through the roof. He's practically glowering at his other brothers if they so much as hint at the commotion that occurred earlier in his room.

Leviathan

This poor baby- tread with caution!

This type of situation can go one of two ways with Levi. Either he gets super insecure and hides himself away, refusing to talk to you and questioning his entire existence.

Or, Levi gets angry.

Which is way better than him being sad.

When Levi first registers your words he goes into panic mode. He starts apologising and maybe even insults himself, talking about how sorry he is.

You need to immediately go into damage control before Levi accidentally summons Lotan and never locks eyes with you for the rest of his life.

Once you tell him it was a joke he gets even more offended however sort of calms down.

I say sort of because the only way to actually calm him down is show him that you don't have to fake it because Levi is more than good enough.

After the first few rounds you might think you're done but that's when Levi actually gets confident and starts to take a bit of control because he needs to prove to himself that he can make you cum while topping you.

Satan

Satan has never put a book down faster in his life.

His reaction will be a little similar to Levi's in that he starts apologising, however, he is more sincere than panicky and even asks you if there was a certain thing that made you fake it.

Once he notices the guilty/amused smile on your face Satan goes LIVID.

Third most offended.

"Forgive me kitten, but I think I need a physical demonstration of what exactly is making you fake it."

Unlike the others, Satan immediately goes into brat taming mode. And you best expect him to be lethal.

He is mindful enough to take you back to his room, mainly because his equipment is there (yes he's using toys, especially a kitty collar and tail).

However, once that door is locked neither of you will be leaving up Satan has made you cum as much as you physically can, which, considering he is a high-ranking demon with a lot of stamina whose ego was just very badly bruised, is very much possible.

You are not walking tomorrow. Like literally, that is not an option. However, Satan will be more than happy to carry you around so everyone can know who exactly made you end up this way.

(The fact that Lucifer is practically fuming because of the situation is the cherry on the top).

Asmodeus

The most offended.

Asmo literally drops the nail polish bottle he's holding, allowing it to splatter all across his desk and the hand he was painting. But for once, he doesn't care about the stains.

Asmodeus is probably the only one who actually gets scary at this moment, because he knows for a fact that you're lying. After all, he's the avatar of lust, and whether it be for the reputation he has to hold or because of affection, Asmo always ensures his partner finishes.

Which is why he knows for a fact that what you're saying is absolute bull.

However, he would never admit as much.

Instead, he just leans back with this god-awful smirk and says one little thing.

"Well then baby, why don't you show me how you like it?"

That's enough to make you know you've fucked up, because not only are you forbidden to leave until you cum, you have to put in all the effort to make it happen.

It's only when you have a mini breakdown after the second round because you're tired but have to keep going because Asmo's (sexual) punishments can put Lucifer to shame that he finally caves.

But it's not because he pities you, after all, why would be when you brought this on yourself?

Instead, it's because he wants to drive you up the wall even more, to completely break you and show you just how much of a fake you are.

But don't worry, your lovely, bubbly Asmodeus is quick to make a return after you're done, with him scooping you up in his arms for a long cleansing bath where he cleans both of you and holds you close.

However, he makes sure to remind you not to pull something like this again unless you're looking for the kind of sex that ends with you in a wheelchair (which if you are, you just need to ask).

Beelzebub

Is honestly confused. First off, he doesn't get why you would bother faking it and thinks that's something you should have told him about (especially since he's the kind of person who prioritises the other person over himself during sex).

Second, he does feel a little stung but he's also worried that this is something that might negatively impact your relationship which is why his first instinct is to sit down and talk it through.

Once he realises you weren't serious, he's more relieved than angry.

You're probably not going to end up having sex unless you start it, but if you do then Beel will be more mindful of your reactions to him, etc.

Like he sort of fixtates on making you cum first and after the two of you are done he asks you questions like if anything hurts, if it was fine/to your satisfaction, etc.

Honestly puppy boy energy.

Belphegor

Belphie's probably never been this awake in his entire time in the Devildom.

Now usually, he's more than happy to fill the position of the bratty bottom who's a sarcastic little fuck and does his very best to drive you up a wall, however, it seems that today you've chosen violence, and Belphie is more than happy to fight fire with fire.

Please the way his eyes go from drowsy to wide open should be enough of a warning for you to turn tail and run. After all, a dom Belphie is a scary Belphie.

However, by the time you've actually begun to move away his tail is already wrapping around your waist tugging you back to his side of the bed, but this time you're far closer to him than before.

"Would you remind repeating that again, doll?"

He knows for a fact that you're pranking him, which is why he's not as offended as he is amused.

If this is the game you want to play, then Belphie's happy to play along.

Much like Lucifer and Satan he goes for the punishment side, but his punishments are more...different. Aka overstimulation.

For once, Belphie's happy to put in all the work as he has you on your hands and knees with your voice echoing around the attic. He might throw in a bit impact play or orgasm denial depending on how persistent you are with your prank (aka how quickly stop).

But at the end of the day he's also kind of a soft baby and once you're done and cuddled up to him taking a little power nap he makes sure you dream about him and you together.

It's not a lewd dream or anything, but just a soft one that allows you to know how he feels about you without Belphie having to outright say it.

Overall, he's the only one except Asmo who would actually be kind of scary but he's also pretty soft and to him this whole situation is just a lil game.

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