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Tag Team || Senku x Reader x Chrome

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Unprotected sex, slight choking, voyerism, masturbation, corruption.

Summary: Get ready for the night of your life~

Word Count: 2089 words

A/N: This is the first smut I’ve written in a while, so if parts seem a little awkward, I apologize! I hope you all enjoy it!

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A sigh left your lips as you felt the cool breeze tickle the hairs of your neck. You focused on on twirling two thin strings of copper to form wires. You whined as the bitter cold of night settled in, and the warmth of the suns rays disappeared. You stretched placing the newly finished copper wire on your work table. Your eyes took a moment to adjust to the fading light, scanning the area for a certain leek-haired scientist.

Your eyes locked onto his frame, hunched over his primitive chemistry set. His gaze never left the concentrations in his beakers. Standing up, you sauntered over to his side, gently touching his back to let him know you were there. “Senku?” You spoke, the softness of your words echoing lightly through the lab. He only hummed in response, too involved to tear his eyes away. You made eye contact with Chrome, in which you both let out a slight chuckle.

You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s chest, and nuzzled his back. He chuckled lightly, finally turning away from his work. He turned around to face you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and whispering gently in your ear about how you two could cuddle later tonight.

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Night had finally settled in Ishigami village, and you were finally settling down for the night. You nuzzled Senku’s neck, gently sucking on the skin. He hummed, running his fingers through your hair. He nipped at the shell of your ear as you giggled, and kissed him gently. You hands rested on his chest, as his roamed your body, marking every dip and curve. He brought one of his large hands to your breast, massaging it gently. You let out a sigh, loving the feeling of his hands on you.

“You like that, Princess~?” He asked teasingly, chuckling as a soft moan left your lips. He slipped his hands underneath your shirt, pinching and rolling your nipple with his fingers. You subconsciously ground your hips against his, whining as you felt the slightest bit of friction. His lips easily found the sensitive spot on your neck, smirking as he sucked on that spot.

Your hand travelled down to the hem of his pants, slipping underneath the fabric. Your fingertips grazed the length of his half hardened cock, eliciting a shiver from the normally calm and collected man. You once again ground your hips against his, letting out a high pitched whine. His hands came to still your hips, and you looked at him with concern. He looked you in the eyes, and flicked them towards the entrance of the hut. Clearing his throat, he spoke.

“Chrome, if you wanted to watch, all you had to do was ask~” he teased. You heard a small choke outside the hut, as Chrome slowly peeled into the doorway. His face was flushed, and you saw his hand sneakily snake out of his pants. He shuffled awkwardly, and you felt your loins burn. He looked so innocent, and you wanted to wipe that innocence from his body.

“I-I umm, I’m sorry I—”

“Did you wanna join us, Chrome?” You hummed sweetly. Senku looked at you in disbelief, then smirked devilishly. He loved a challenge, and he more so loved sharing you. Chrome’s face flushed an adorable shade of red, as he broke eye contact with the two of you. Smiling, you rose from your seat on Senku’s lap. Your hips swayed as you walked over to your victim. You touched his arm gently, and cupped his cheek. He leaned into your touch, still refusing to look at you. Taking his hand, you led him to where you and Senku were seated, making sure to graze his bulge when he sat down. Chrome gasped at your touch, covering his mouth with his hand. Senku simply leaned back, letting you take the reigns.

“Chrome, do you want me to make you feel good?” You asked. Chrome nodded furiously, as a chuckle left your lips. You looked him up and down, before speaking again. “Touch yourself for me~”. Chrome gulped, and with a shaky hand, pulled out his cock. His hand stuttered and jerked, probably because he was nervous, but small, breathy moans emitted from his mouth.

You licked your lips as you watched him, and you felt the warmth of Senku’s hands on your hips. With a quick motion, Senku pulled you into his lap, and bucked his hips. He rested his head on your shoulder, and he steadily bucked into you. You let out a whine when his bulge hit your core, which in turn caused Chrome to choke out a grumbled moan.

“Let’s make things a little more exciting, yeah?” Senku smirked, pulling your dress up and off of your body. Your body shivered at the rush of cool air hitting it, and you instinctively covered yourself. Senku carefully moved your arms away from your body, abc the both of you looked towards Chrome. You had both caught him in the midst of his silent orgasm, thick cum coating his hand. Chrome panted as he came down from his high. Senku chuckled, “Finished already? I was expecting to have some more fun~”

“I think he’s up for some more, right Chrome?” You asked in a sultry voice. Chrome nodded, scooching himself closer to the two of you. “That’s it honey, let’s have some fun~” you cooed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and gently kissed his lips. Chrome’s hands shakily moved to your hips, and you guided one to your breasts. He experimentally played with them, a little unsure of himself. You felt Senku crawl closer to the two of you, his hands replacing Chrome’s.

“Let me show you.” He said slyly, massaging your breasts. Chrome was mesmerized, and his hands came to rest on your thighs. Senku took one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the bud between them. You elicited a slew of sweet and sinful moans, the heat from both of their hands driving you insane.

Needing more pressure, you spread your legs, and guided one of Chrome’s hands to your clit. Using his fingers, you slowly rubbed circles into your sensitive nub. You panted, happy now that you were finally getting the attention you do desperately needed. Chrome seemed to get the idea rather quickly, since he quickened his pace. His lips attacked your neck, sucking sweetly at your collarbone. Senku’s hands came up to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him. In one swift moment, his lips captured yours. His tongue explored your mouth, and you sighed happily.

Chrome whined, wanting more attention than he was getting. Senku smirked, leaning down to whisper to the two of you. “Time to have some fun~” He hummed, lifting you up onto his lap. He spread you legs apart, and beckoned Chrome to come closer. Chrome looked confused, unsure of what Senku was asking of him. Senku chuckled, “Come on, you have to have an appetizer before the main meal~”. Chrome gulped, before inching his face towards your core. You sighed happily, bucking your hips in anticipation. Testing the waters, Chrome prodded your clit with his tongue, before sucking on it gently. Your loud moans only encouraged the two men further. Senku busied himself with pawing your breasts, sucking gently on your neck. Chrome soon found his groove, flicking his tongue in and out of your sopping wet core. While clumsy, it filled your body with electric pleasure. You panted and whined, letting the two know just how good they were making you feel. Before you knew it, you felt your body shake as you came crashing into your first orgasm. Chrome sat up, wiping the slick from his mouth and staring at you with passion.

“Ch-Chrome, hah, your really good with y-your mouth~”. Chrome blushed darkly, quietly whispering a thank you as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. You caressed his cheeks, as a hand reached back to hold Senku’s cheek as well. Senku shifted you body on his lap, the tip of his cock grazing your folds ever so slightly. You gasped into Chrome’s lips, breaking the kiss. Chrome gulped, before taking his own cock out of his pants. You looked between the two of them, your heart racing at the thought of both of them inside of you.

“You ready princess?” Senku asked calmly. Both of them looked at you with concern, making sure you were completely ready for what was about to happen.

“Just be gentle, okay?” You request. Both of them nod, and help balance you between them. You lean into Chrome’s chest, hugging his shoulders. Senku gently kisses the shell of your ear, sliding his tip across your slit. Senku enters you first, stretching out your walls. Biting your lip, you let out a quiet moan. Senku reassures you, teasing you a little bit too. While Senku has you slightly distracted, Chrome slips into you. His cock is thicker than Senku’s, deliciously stretching you out. “F-Fuck, so ah!” You cry, causing Senku to chuckle.

“Who knew a little slut like you could handle the two of us? You like that? The two of us fucking you?” He smirked. Chrome eyed Senku, opting instead to give you praise.

“You’re so good, Y/N. Doing so well...” Chrome grunted, still getting used to the feeling of being inside you. After taking a few minutes to adjust to the two of them, you signaled for them to continue. The two of them slowly thrusted into you, groaning from the tightness. “F-Fuck, tight I—” Chrome stuttered, trying his best to restrain himself. Senku sighed, nuzzling into your neck as he picked up his pace.

“S-Such good fucking pussy, just like I remembered it~” Senku growled, the sound of your moans egging him on. Chrome picked up his pace as well, slowly losing his restraint as he pounded into you. You were completely lost in pleasure, only able to let out loud moans and gasps. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you panted. With every thrust, Chrome hit your g-spot, and Senku hit your cervix. Your thighs shook, muscles tiring from holding yourself up. You felt Senku’s hand snake up your body, resting carefully around your neck. You felt your head get fuzzy as he started adding pressure, which only helped you inch closer to release.

Chrome’s hands groped your ass, his thrusts already getting sloppier. “F-Fuck you feel so good, Y/N! I’m gonna c-cum! I-I wanna cum in your hot pussy~” He moaned, his hips jutting into you. You let out a chokes moan at his words, feeling pressure building up. Drool spilled down your chin, your eyes closing from lack of blood flow. You were so close now, you could only focus on the two cocks thrusting inside you.

Senku leaned into your ear, growling the dirtiest praises he could. “You’re such a good little slut, you want him to cum inside your little cunt? Fuck you’re so naughty, princess. So good for us~” He groaned, his pace slowing as he got closer to his release. Chrome’s mouth latched to your shoulder, masking his moans as he shot ropes of hot cum into you. His hips slowed, trying to keep Senku’s pace as he came down from his high. Senku didn’t last very much longer, his own groans muffled by your neck. As soon as he released, his hand left your neck. The combination of the blood rushing back to your head and the sea of cum being spilled into you was enough for the pressure in your core to erupt. Your legs shook as your second orgasm rocked through your body.

You panted heavily, completely drained from the session. Chrome let out quiet whines, his body still shaking from his orgasm. Senku guided the two of you into the makeshift bed. You quickly latched onto his frame like a koala, feeling incredibly cuddly. Chrome awkwardly layed a distance away from you two, not making eye contact.

“I-I guess I should leave huh?” Chrome sighed.

“Yeah you—” Senku started, but you quickly shushed him.

“I think Chrome should stay for the night, right Senku?” You stated. Senku rolled his eyes, but ultimately saw where you were coming from. He sighed, motioning for Chrome to scoot closer. Chrome wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Soo, does this mean I can join you again?” Chrome asked, chuckling a little.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself... maybe.” Senku replied.

“Baaad~”

#this is so well written I’m going absolutely feral #the things chrome and senku do to me— #and god the things I’d do for them #anyways I’m in my dcst brainrot mode #literally just finished season 1 and I’m already down horrendous for senku chrome and gen like— #anyways I absolutely ADORE how senku is portrayed in this #and chrome being shy at the beginning I just want to kiss him so bad aaaaah #favorite spicy fics

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Day sixteen 🎃 curroption

Pantalone x Barbara's brother male reader

Warnings: male reader, nsfw, smut, slight dubious consent, tough sex, blowjobs, facials, bottom male reader

Masterlist

(Name) hummed as he wandered the path, currently on a pilgrimage throughout the countries to give prayer to the gods and learn about the other lands beyond his own, dressed in winter clothes he was thankful he brought //imagine Barbara's outfit but fur lined and more masculine// as be looked through the endless winter before him.

Snezhnaya was not far off from what he was told but he found the cold almost delightful as the snow crunched beneath his shoes.

The young Deacon looked for a church or Cathedral of anything throughout the city when he noticed up high on a hill was a grand cathedral "thank goodness..."

"Excuse me?" A young girl dressed in fur lined clothes asked "who are you?" She asked curiously and (name) smiled warmly "I'm a Deacon of Mondstadt, I'm currently on a pilgrimage" he said with a kindness like no other, an emotional warmth radiating off him and giving a sense of safety.

"Really? That's so cool?" The girl said wide eyed and the two were unaware of Fatui guards taking notice of this and bringing the information of a Mondstadt Deacon in their city to Pantalone.

(Name) was in awe at the country and despite its unforgiving weather the people were kind to him, regarding him warmly as he made his way to the cathedral.

"Pardon me, are you the Deacon I heard of?" A deep elegant voice rang out, catching (name)s attention to the tall man with a false smile "hello! Yes, my (name) is (name)! A pleasure to meet you!" Pantalone noted be couldn't be older than 19, a bright and cheerful nature and radiating innocence and purity.

Pantalone wanted to own this adorable bunny.

"What brings you to our fair country little Deacon?" The spectacled man asked with false curiousity, trying to get information from the pretty boy who beamed and told him so honestly what he was doing "very noble of you, you must make those at home proud" Pantalone comments and (name) shook his head "I don't do this for the praise of others, I do it for the gods... They all deserve prayer and kindness..." He said genuinely and Pantalone was a greedy greedy man.

"Would you like to join me for dinner?"

Pantalone was selfish and greedy as he took in the others form as he watched (name) take off his coat to reveal how wonderful he was on the eyes.

"Thank you very much for inviting me! You have a beautiful home" (name) said genuinely and Pantalone imagined how wonderful he would look perched on his lap or spread in his bed dressed in barely anything or better yet nothing at all.

(Name) stared at him with his full attention, as if he were the the gods the Deacon prayed to.

"I must confess... I didn't ask you to join me to dinner for innocent reasons..." A false remorse making (name) look confused but let him continue "you see I was entranced by your beauty..."

He was entranced by his beauty, his innocence and would make an excellent lover to him.

"I must say... I find you quite handsome" (name) was flushed as he looked away, embarrassed at his confession only for the man to pull him closer "that's very sweet of you to say" Pantalone gently took his chin with his index and thumb "you're so beautiful..." He whispered before taking (name)s lips, pulling him into his lap fully and hands wasting no time touching "w-wait..." (Name) gasps, clinging and already debauched from a kiss "t-tgat was my first..."

"Kiss? Tell me... Have you ever bedded a man before?"

"I... I never..."

Pantalone grinned as he moved so (name) was under him and wasted no time recapturing his lips, determined to break his brain till he could only remember the feeling of his cock in him.

(Name) felt dizzy as be tried to keep up, covering himself when the other removed his shirt "don't cover yourself" Pantalone said pinning his arms above his head with one hand and continued his exploration, biting and sucking anywhere to get those sweet inexperienced moans from the others lips as his hand moved to rub the Deacons clothes cock, groping and playing with it before slipping under to fondle with the hardened cock, hot and leaking with pre-cum.

"Already close to cumming?" Pantalone teased "is my slutty little Deacon close?"

"I-I..."

"I-I" Pantalone mocked as he licked one of his nipples "come on bunny speak up"

"I don't... I-I don't know... Knot..."

"A knot? Where?"

"My stomach.."

"That means your slutty little cock is going to cum..." Pantalone said gripping his cock and jerking it off and watching the Deacon come undone "you ruined your pants..." Pantalone tisked as he stripped the beautiful man fully "such a wonderful body..." He breathed out as he took in the other.

mondstadt didn't deserve him.

"Wanna be a good boy?" Pantalone asked with a condicendingly sweet tone and (name) hazily nodded, unsure what he want but he wanted more...

"Then get on your knees infront of me"

(Name) moved so he was on his knees before the other, looking up at him so innocently "be a good boy and suck my cock nicely, get it ready"

(Name) wasn't fully sure what he was getting it ready for as the banker fished it from his expensive pants and gently smacked (name)s face with it "hop to little bunny" and watched (name) nervously take the cock in his hands, almost in awe at it's size as he pumped it a few times before tentatively putting it in his mouth.

"Good boy..." Pantalone said with a sigh as (name) sucked his cock like he was made to do so, he knew there was an eager slut underneath that Innocence...

(Name) didn't understand why he wanted to be such a good boy to the man whom he just met, never being touched like this before and found it additive.

(Name)s mouth was like a vacuum, the sweetheart giving it his all and Pantalone decided that he was going to put a ring on his pretty little finger, make him stay here forever.

Dress him in pretty clothes and break his pretty brain and form it into a dumb cum slut.

That sounded wonderful.

Pantalone gripped the back of his head as he slowly fucked his mouth with a low groan, feeling the others hands grip his thighs, loving the fact he was fully dressed compared to the Deacon being nude as it should be from now on.

(Name) looked so hazy and almost adoring as he bobbed his head, the taste and feeling addictive and the weight of it on his tongue was wonderful.

(Name) gasped as Pantalone forced his mouth off his cock, mouth open with a gasp as he came on his face, white ropes like a wedding veil and Pantalone felt himself harden again as (name) licked the cum almost hypontized as he did so "god you're such a little slut"

Pantalone could see (name) was almost in a headspace, the eager bunny just wanting to please his owner.

"Come here" Pantalone pat his lap and (name) crawled in it, their cocks touching "if you wish to continue I must tell you something" Pantalone said seriously and (name) nodded slowly "if you wish to have sex with me, you cannot leave my side again, I am a selfish greedy man and I refuse to let such a precious thing like you go"

"Was this not... You know... That?"

Even after sucking cock and getting jerked off the sweetheart still couldn't bring himself to say sex, god he was precious.

"Oh darling we barely begun~" Pantalone said groping his ass cheeks "would... I be able to visit my family...?" (Name) said holding back a moan "I could arrange it..." Pantalone said and (name) bit his lip "would we be... Lovers?"

"That's my intention" Pantalone took one of (name)s hands and kissed his knuckles, watching the Deacon swoon "please... Have uh... sex with me" he whispered the last bit as Pantalone grinned, watching as (name) sealed his fate forever.

(Name) yelped as Pantalone lifted him, cock hanging heavy as he walked through the halls of the grand mansion till they reached the master bedroom and the man placed (name) on the expensive sheets, mentally noting how perfect he was in the pattern.

Pantalone grinned as he grabbed an expensive bottle of oil, pouring it on his hands "this may be uncomfortable" Pantalone said leaning to kiss his thigh before spreading the others legs "oh my, aren't you flexible" Pantalone grinned before his oil covered fingers moved lower to prod at his entrance and gently pushed in, not wanting to hurt his bunny...well at least not like that.

(Name) whined at the foreign intrusion "shhh" Pantalone silenced the other as he began moving his finger and pumping in slowly, (name) head lulled as he let out soft moans and pants, mouth opening wide when the other added another finger and doing a combination of a skissor motion and a hithering motion, stretching and pleasuring his sweet lover.

His lover.

God Pantalone would spoil him to hell.

(Name)s hips spasmed a bit as Pantalone hit his prostate dead on "w-what...?"

"Seems I found your prostate, that's a spot inside you that's going to make you go insane" he smiled before adding a third finger and without warning began aggressively finger fucking the poor man and fingers beating against his prostate.

"Ohh~ I-I can't... To much~" (name) was shaking and crying as his toes curled and looked like a mess but god was he beautiful Pantalone noted silently, already fucked out and he hadn't even put his cock in yet.

God he loved how honest he was with his reactions.

(Name) was so close, he could feel the knot tighten again.

Then Pantalone retracted his fingers, grinning sadistically as (name) looked annoyed and confused "don't worry, the best part his coming"

Pantalone lubed his own cock before rubbing it at (name)s entrance before pushing his cock in "hn!" (Name) cried out as he clung to Pantalone "t-to much... Can't fit..." (Name) cried out and the black haired man kissed him "shhh it will fit don't worry" Pantalone soothed and (name) cried softly as the other bottomed out fully "you're doing so well, do you like my cock?"

"Big..."

Pantalone felt his ego rocket as he began slowly thrusting back and forth, caging (name) in his arms as the poor man clung to anything he could "ah ah!" (Name)s moans bounced with each thrust, the stretch and sensation of the head rubbing against his prostate to much as his eyes crossed a little, moans increasing in volume as Pantalone increased his movements and slowly began pistoning his hips, the sound of skin slapping and beautiful moans filling the room "I-I" (name) tried speaking but got cut off by his own moan as the two shared a sloppy kiss, teeth clashing as he fucked into (name), the Deacon cross eyed and swore he was going to become addicted to this newfound pleasure.

"I-its.. cumming!" (Name) let out a loud slutty moan as he came between them, cum staining both their chests but Pantalone kept going, chasing his own orgasm as (name) felt himself go crazy, overstimulated and body hot as the man pounded relentlessly, hands gripping his hips and no doubt leaving bruises.

"Mine..mine" he mumbled as he reached orgasm, poor (name) cumming again and passing out, completely fucked out.

"All mine..." Pantalone mumbled as he pulled out, watching cum leak from his pretty ass "and you're never leaving..."

#oooooh this was so good #this is going in my favorite fics list #there’s just something about reader being so inexperienced (maybe that’s because I relate lmao) but good lord it’s SO GOOD #•pantalone #sighs dreamily— oh to wander into Pantalone’s vicinity and have him take me home #also can we talk about how well this was written?? the pacing was so good!! and the way Pantalone was portrayed was just chefs kiss

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(s)creaming

art by @/eriimyon on twitter

#good god the things he does to me #this is gonna be ingrained in my brain forever #•diluc #he’s so pretty I can’t think #I’d let him do anything he wants to me #dhhsfhdhhdhfhdh I just— there are no words to describe what I’m feeling #no thoughts- only diluc

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Warning: male reader NSFW pet names (bunny, baby boy, baby, good boy, darling) virginity loss

KAEYA X BARBARAS OLDER BROTHER READER

Kaeya was absolutely smitten with the older brother of Barbara, soft gentle smiles as he helped Lisa around her Library when he wasn't at the church with his sister.

He was just so perfect and innocent.

"My my, If it isn't the church's prettiest deacon" Kaeya said smoothly as (name) stepped into the knights building, dressed in the male counterpart clothing of his sister albeit less idol themed "ah! Mr Kaeya it's a pleasure to see you again!" (Name) said with a slight blush as the handsome man sauntered over to (name), eyes doing filthy things to the poor man "what are you doing here though, Lisa is gone book collecting with the traveller"

"Well you see, I actually came to see you!" (Name) said cheerfully much to the blue haired man's surprise"really and why is that?"

"I...wanted to see if you possibly wanted to get lunch with me" (name) was a mess at this point as Kaeya took a moment to process this saint like creatures words but apparently he took too long because (name) looked a little heartbroken "O-oh I must have misread the signals, I'm very sorry Mr. Kaeya, L-lets forget I said anything..." (Name) said chuckling nervously as he turned to walk away only to be pulled back by Kaeya "now now, I never said no did I? Who could deny such a request"

(Name) was a goner at this point, his sister's didn't tell him what to do if he said yes!

"O-ok!"

The two went out and soon the day became more than just lunch, somehow (name) ended up pinned between the wall and Kaeya as the tanned man ravished his neck and hands slowly took apart his clothes while his leg rubbed against (name)s crotch "so fuckin' pretty, the prettiest little thing in the country" Kaeya said deeply as he let (name) tug at his hair, the sweet angel was most definitely a virgin.

"You want me to take you? Ruin you for anyone else?"

"I-I...please Kaeya...."

That was the first time he heard (name) say his name without 'mr' stamped infront of it and Kaeya would be a dirty liar if he said it didn't go straight to his cock "lemme take you home, your first time shouldn't be in a grimy alleyway"

(Name) let himself be led to kaeyas home and let the blue eyed man strip him down on Kaeyas bed "god, I might just keep you here... Serve my cock and be my little fuck bunny" Kaeya said almost thoughtfully as he imagined (name) in bunny ears and a cotton tail and groaned.

Another time.

He needed to focus on the shy baby boy before him, a red blush looking away with a painfully hard cock he tried to hide.

All for the taking.

Keaya stripped down and watched (name) carefully as the sweet Deacon gave into temptation "touch yourself for me" Kaeya commanded and (name) blushed heavily as he looked at the other "don't you want to be my good boy?"

That seemed to do something, Kaeya keeping that in his memory for later as he watched (name) shyly nice his hand down and stroke his cock, letting out soft moans as he looked away and his his mouth behind his hand.

He wanted to be a good boy for Kaeya so badly.

He like Kaeya so much it hurt, the thought of being bad for him oh (name) wouldn't allow it.

"Don't cum yet bunny" Kaeya said as he moved his hand the the base of (name)s cock "you only get to cum on my cock alright?"

"O-ok..." (Name) said obediently as he let Kaeya manhandle him, every touch seemed to unlock more and more of (name)s inner slut as he was settlled ass up as Kaeya licked his virgin hole "ah! No! That's dirty!" (Name) said panicked and kaeya just pulled his ass closer to his face "looks good to me" he mumbled before eating (name) out, keeping a tight grip on the beautiful shaking man's cock to keep him from cumming.

He'd cum on Kaeyas cock and it alone.

Using his spare hand he fondled (name)s glorious ass and spread it for better access as he continued his meal, the sound of (name)s beautiful melodic moans sent shivers down his spine.

They were so needy

So desperate

Like the call of a siren

And he was a foolish sailor

(Name)s ass had loosened enough for Kaeya to introduce his fingers and God he could tell already that even with prep his bunny was gonna be tight.

Three fingers and he still felt like a tight fuck toy.

"You sure you want this, you can always back down" Kaeya said softly to his bunny as he turned him over, (name) teary eyed and looking at him so desperately "p-please be gentle"

"Of course baby, don't wanna tear this cute little ass"

Kaeya grabbed some oil beside his bed and rubbed it on his cock, smiling all cocky as he guided his cock inside the others messy little hole.

He was right.

Even with prep his ass was still tight as hell "f-fuck!" (Name) squeaked out and Kaeya felt his brain short circuit as he took in (name), the sweetest and most innocent man in all of mondstadt just swore.

He didn't even think that was possible honestly.

"God you're so fucking hot"

Kaeya slowly pulled his cock out to the tip before thrusting harshly in, creating a slow deep and rough pace as (name) quickly came undone, already fucked out and begging for more.

Who knew he would be such a little cock whore?

"God baby, you're so good" Kaeya said pulling (name) into a soft kiss, continuing his thrusts as he slowly heated the kiss up, swallowing all those cute noises he produced as Kaeya dominated the kiss and (name)s mouth as he explored his newly conqored territory.

"P-please..." (Name) begged as he clung helplessly to Kaeya "please what? I'm no mind reader" Kaeya said as his hips snapped slow and hard, taking his time to make (name) his hungry little cock whore line he was destined to be. "F-faster..." He mumbled looking away with a heavy blush only to make a choked sound when Kaeya gripped his waist and began absolutely pounding into him "see? That's not so hard is it baby?"

(Name) couldn't even reply as his world was rocked, Kaeya taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking and biting roughly, before moving and leaving Hickeys wherever he so desired.

(Name) was his, he could do whatever he wanted with his slutty body.

(Name) was completely cock drunk as he let Kaeya take what he desired and in return he took what Kaeya gave him.

"Fuck baby, I'm close you gonna cum for me? Gonna be a good boy and cum for your Kaeya?"

(Name) could only nod as Kaeya continued his work, strong grip bruising his pretty skin as he felt himself draw close.

Kaeyas hips stuttered as he climaxed into (name), pulling out and watching his cum leak out "messy boy"

"'m sorry..." (Name) mumbled as his body vibrated and tingled, coming down from his high as his body was covered in sticky cum "my, even after sex you're still such a polite boy"

"I-is this--- are we--" (name) struggled to find words as Kaeya chuckled and kissed him sweetly "I don't think I could ever let something so wonderful like you go, are you alright with that?"

"I like that..." (Name) smiled softly as they began softly kissing "sleep now darling, I will be here when you awake"

#AAAH THIS IS SO GOOD #Now I’m not usually a huge Kaeya simp but this convinced me #he’s written so well and oh my gosh I was so flustered the whole way through #please I’m gonna be thinking about this for WEEKS #•kaeya #favorite spicy fics

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Vampire Korekiyo Shinguuji x female Ultimate Occultist reader (NSFW) COMMISSION

This was a commission done for a client. Title is self explanatory. I loved doing this because Kiyo is my everything.

Warnings: blood, blood drinking, NSFW, shy/flustered reader, a bit of praise kink

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#GOOD LORD KIYO #Is it hot in here? or is it just him #I’m going so feral over this I just AHSMFJDHFJF #the fact that I actually had to take a couple mini breaks from this just to squeal into my pillow from how good this fic is #like— full blown fanboy mode- kicking my feet and squealing into my pillow #anyways korekiyo can do anything to me he wants anytime he wants #•Kiyo #•favorites

[subby-prince]

OH IM SO SORRY I DIDNT SEE UR BIO MY BAD! i wanted to request a part three to the garden piece you wrote of mori? or just anything else mori related, him being wrapped around the readers finger, i just want him to be so whipped 😭

pls make it nsfw too🫶

Garden (Mori Ougai x Reader) PT 3 (Finale)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱! 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗱𝗼- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗚𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻!

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁!! 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Strands of hair hang in your face as you look down.

  A pile of clothes disregarded right by his feet. A breath of precious air right by your ear. Your hands on the desk. Your head in the clouds. His eyes on the prize. You lean back, and you tilt your head. Eyes flicker upwards to meet his for a moment. For two. Then it’s back down again at the feeling of his hand groping at your side.

  “Dearest ,  you’re  soaking…”

  The feeling of his cock poking at your lower lips invites you in. 

  And your voice?

  “Just put it in already,  Mori!”

  It taunts him like no other.

  “You little  vixen ,” His voice carries bite as he murmurs to you. But his eyes hold none of that same emotion. No, instead it’s full of mirth and lust and a sense of awe and devotion you know how he can give to you. Still, he continues with his actions. He lets his hand travel over your side and feel your body as if he’s never been in its presence before. He lets his eyes trail up and trail back down as if he’s never had the pleasure of seeing you completely undressed as you sat prettily on his desk. And he lets his tip brush up against the expanse of your pussy- letting himself coat his cock in your wetness.  Over and over again.  “You made me wait eons for your answer. Surely you can wait a little longer for my cock,  hmmm ?”

  You pout at the sight. Red eyes staring into yours. Sharp teeth revealing themselves behind a smirk. You have him for this. You know it’s only fair, but you  hate him  for this. For making you feel so  hot . For making you feel so, so  bothered . For making you want to jump his bones the very second he got down on his knees and pulled out that pretty little engagement ring that now sits on your finger. You  hate  him for this. But you can never stop loving him. And you know he can never truly deny you of anything. Absolutely  anything  you want.

  So it’s no surprise when he doesn’t let out a single sound of protest as you shift your weight onto only one of your hands and reach out to wrap your fingers around his cock. You pump it a few times. A few slow moves of up and down and up and down with a more than firm grip. Beneath you, Ougai shudders. A quick look upwards gives you a more than perfect view of his lip captured between his teeth and his eyes narrowed in to focus on you and you alone. A quick look downwards gives you a more than perfect view of his twitching dick within your hands. A pretty bright redhead letting out a mess of precum spill onto your wandering fingers.

  You smile at him as you urge him closer with a small tug of his dick. 

  “ Mori~ ” You hum, his-  your future- name just  falling off your lips so, so easily. His gaze is growing heavier. His breathing is growing more labored. But you invite it all in as you line his cock up with your pussy and give him the prettiest smile you can muster as your own heart threatens to beat out of your chest. “ Mori~  You know I won’t be yours until you take me,  right? ”

  A simple nod. A human man. And his human emotions. They tempt him. And he?

  “So fuck me properly,  Ougai .”

  He succumbs.

  “ Fuck …” His groan is loud and powerful and  warm  right by your ear as he sheaths himself inside of you  oh-so  easily. It overpowers your moan of surprise and pleasure at the feeling of being filled up once more. And it overpowers the obscene sound your pussy makes as it finds itself being stuffed full with the one thing that it’s been waiting for too, too long. “Say it again.  Say my name again. ”

  You whimper, but you don’t give in. You’re far too busy choking on your own stolen breaths as he pulls halfway out to push himself back in. Stretching your walls as his cock drags against the sides like he was truly meant to be there and no place else. Making you feel good. Making you feel  great . Making you feel better and then better and then better and then  better . All while your voice grows louder. All while your whines grow more  desperate . All while his movements grow needier. Wilder. Messier. As he had driven himself insane from your intimate touch. As if he lost all semblance of his mind at your pleasure-filled cries.

  “ O-ougai!”

  Until he didn’t.

  Because this time as he rolls his hips into yours, it’s  particularly  deep. With almost too much ease, he manages to hit that spot inside of you that turns good into so- fucking -great within mere moments. And with another gasp, you can’t help but spread your legs wider between draping them around his waist. Beside you, his hands shift until suddenly there’s on your thigh, urging you to hold onto him as much as you want, and another on the small of your back- keeping him rooting inside for as long as he would like. For a moment, he’s still. Almost as if he is now graciously offering you a chance to get used to the feeling of his cock being buried in your insides. A chance to right his wrongs. To fix a supposed mistake. 

   And it’s a snug fit. Almost every single part of it is trapped inside of you as its impressive girth keeps you nice and stretched out for as long as he’ll have you. So it’s a good offer. A  great  offer even. One that has your mind swimming and your heart racing as your pussy flutters around him greedily. But that’s the  thing.  You’re greedy. You want your cake. And you want to eat it too. And knowing him…

  “ You can move now, Ougai…”

  He’d gladly you watch devour  anything  you want.  Including him.

  “You know I won’t break~”

#•mori #I’ve said it before I’ll say it again— the hold this man has on me is concerningly strong #definitely going to be rereading this series for a while :)

[subby-prince]

Hii i would like to request "Fine, I admit, I've fantasized about this before."

For Mori x fem reader when reader is part of Port Mafia and they had meeting and reader have crush for her boss/Mori sooo long so at the meeting she got a little bit horny and after it she went to her place in port mafia building and started imaging about Mori and he walked in while she was doing it so he helped her with it and reader told him about her feelings and he wanted to date her

Tnxx

SHOW ME - MORI OUGAI X READER

Warnings : this is very NSFW obviously, masturbation, voyeurism, Mori probably has a sir kink, a little bit of humiliation kink too, implied sub!reader, implied dom!Mori, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : shameless smut

Word count : 1.0K words

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! Apologies for taking so long, but I’ve finally finished this! Please take care of my rules for requesting though, as I no longer write for fem!readers. All my readers are gender-neutral, as I hope to be as inclusive as possible. I didn’t add the last fluffy part, though, since I only write smut for Mori, but I do hope you like this!💗

Prompt : “Fine, I admit, I've fantasized about this before.”

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Bursting into their room, they could only let out a faint gasp and a shudder as they leaned back against the wall for a few moments; their first respite after over an hour of torture.

After all, it could be described as nothing less than torture to have to withstand an entire tedious meeting where the Port Mafia members droned on and on about this problem or the other, when they themself had a more urgent problem that troubled them.

The trouble went by the name of Mori Ougai, none other than the head of the Port Mafia himself. His mere presence within the attendees was more than enough to have them shifting in their seat, trying to seek comfort (or was it the right amount of friction?) to ease the ache deep within them that they’d managed to hide for months now.

His unsettling eyes often flickered across the table to meet theirs, and they could swear that every time they roved over their form they could feel the warmth in their core swell, and the coil in their belly grow more taut. Something about that vicious man made them desire him more than anything or anyone ever before, and it muddled their brain.

In fact, their head was still quite cloudy when they stumbled back onto the bed, falling ungraciously onto the mattress. They were so sensitive, having been on edge for all this time, that the mere drag of their clothes against their skin had their breath catching in their throat.

Mindlessly—or maybe mind full of images of a certain long-haired man—their hand began to trail down their figure, inching towards the place that throbbed just for him. With a groan of relief at the contact, they began to draw circles where they liked, feeling the heat between their legs grow into something molten at the thought of him.

They wished it was Mori’s fingers instead of theirs toying with themself; wished it was his other hand that now pinched and tugged at their nipple to pull a strangled moan out of them, wished it was his pre-cum that wet their entrance and not their own spit, wished it was his length that tried to push into their tightness and not their own measly fingers that they knew for a fact could never, ever fill them up like he could.

Eyes closed and body writhing in the sheets, they grew helplessly needy, and moaned out choked curse words mixed with his name as they sought their release. It felt so good; too good even, and they wanted to reach that high so badly, wanted to cum so desperately, wanted to make a mess of their bed—

A click of a man’s tongue instantly pulled them out of their lewd fantasies, and they startled out of their haze. Though their sex-addled brain took a bit to catch up, their eyes soon widened with horror at the sight of Mori himself leaning against their doorway, and they scrambled to cover themself with the sheets.

“Sir, I—!”

He held up a hand to hush them and chuckled. “If you hadn’t wanted to be found, you would’ve locked your door.”

“I-I seem to have forgotten. It must’ve slipped my mind,” they managed to say amidst the embarrassment of it all. The throbbing between their legs and the wet mess underneath them only grew worse at the way he eyed them up and down, like a predator would mercilessly mark their prey.

“Mm, it certainly must have. Can’t imagine you had much on your mind in that state—aside from fucking yourself stupid, that is.”

His crude words only brought on more shame, causing their cheeks to burn. But they could not deny it, could they? Even now, as he pointed out their promiscuous behavior, they could feel their hand aching to find its way inside their hole once again, their arousal growing with his admonishment. And if the glint in his eyes was anything to go by, he definitely knew the kind of effect they had on them.

“But I’m sure this isn’t your first time doing this. Do you lock yourself up in your room after every meeting?” Mori cooed, stepping even closer as he tugged at his tie to loosen it. “Do you touch yourself every time I call you into my office?”

A rattling breath escaped them, and they floundered to find any words amidst the haze of lust. “I—“

He silenced them by setting his knee down on their bed, the mattress sinking with his weight as he inched closer to them. If his hand moved any more to the left, he would—

“Oh, fuck!” they cried out, as his index finger somehow knew exactly where to press atop the flimsy sheet separating their naked form from his hand. With no more encouragement needed, he ripped the sheets off them, his expression delighted as he took in the sight of their wetness dribbling down onto the mattress, and their sopping hole begging to be filled once again.

“I can fuck the excuses out of you,” he offered in a lighthearted tone, “But you’re going to have to be honest. Have you thought of me doing this before?”

As his hand teasingly fluttered over their dripping entrance, they found themself huffing and whining in desperation, a half-hearted plea on their lips.

Shaking his head, Mori swatted their hands away from where they dared to reach out. “Use your words. I won’t do anything unless you answer my question.”

A little frustrated sound left them, which turned into a keen of pleasure-pain as he gripped their squirming thigh firmly. “Fine! Fine, I admit, I've fantasized about this before.” Their eyes were now teary as they looked up at him. “But please, sir, please. Won’t you help me out?”

“There you are, so polite,” he mockingly praised them, before plunging an expert finger into their wetness and pulling a cry of pure, unbridled want out of them. “One would almost not believe how much of a needy little thing you are, wouldn’t they?”

Taglist : @wifeofkyojuro

#oh my gosh this was SO HOT #•mori #he’s just so— AAAH #my brain is just short circuiting over this man I have a problem

[subby-prince]

Does he fuck or make love ?

Includes; Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Kunikida, Atsushi, Nikolai, Fyodor

Tags; SMUT/NSFW, fem!reader. rough sex, biting, teasing, overstimulation, nicknames(Belladonna; Doll), pure filth

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Fucks

How can he resist when you're his cute little Belladonna? To DAZAI, your whines are like blissful bells to his ears, each moan causing his cock to twitch just the slightest bit in your mushy walls. Each time you look away from him, his nimble fingers go to the bring your face back towards his, chin grasped firmly with his fingers- and when he isn't busy keeping your attention, the pad of his thumb is making work at your core coaxing more whimprs fall from your mouth. Hickeys and blemishes of purple dots litter around your shoulders and inner thighs, his pace was relentless but you just felt so good. Even as tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes, Dazai pays little mind, he may even tease you for it- he came to recognize all your repsonses, he'll quickly become aware if anything was truly causing you discomfort. Afterall, his cock feels so warm and welcoming in your cunt, it was a wonderful opportunity to fuck you up.

" My my~ my sweet Belladonna, barely started and you're sobbing. Worry not, my darling- I'll make you feel good, just keep those pretty eyes on me alright~"

He's a little jerk that loves to see the sheer desperation in your face as you work yourself off his dick. RANPO is quite lazy and a tease at that, he'll make you work for it, laying down, hands behind his head(that or fumbling with your chest) all while your muscles strain to keep bouncing on his hard cock. He quite addicted to the sight befor him; your fucked out expression, lips glistened with drool all by your own doing. He makes you beg for it, telling him what it is you desire. Tongue clicking that you were 'simply giving up now?'But soon enough, his hands plant on your waist and he proceeds to thrust into you without any remorse. His smirk only grows at the mewls you make as his dick hits every right spot. And he adores how you prettily arch your back off the bed, arms reaching out to him for support. Even as you reach your release, his pace doesn't falter, the filthy sounds continuing to echo in the room. His mouth only adds to your torment, spewing out teases that turn your face a crimson red. Any attempts at shielding your burning cheeks is met with a gentle slap against your thigh.

" Don't coward now, Y/N~ not when your were just begging me to take over~ I must say you look adorable like this."

FYODOR loves to see you beg for his cock. He'll over stimulate you with his fingers, tongue, kneading your skin with greedy hands and he'll do this for hours. He pays little mind to your whimpers or how you feebly grabbed onto his shoulder for support. 'Tell what is it is you truly want, my dear.' He would say, lips lazily burshing agaisnt your cheek and fingers curling within your heat. At that point all you could do was babble his name incoherently, chest heaving as shivers ran down your spine at the immense pleasure. Fyodor would tut, you became so dumb with just his fingers alone, tears pricking your irises and thighs clenching together begging for more. Soon enough he'll have your legs wide open, bottoming out with just one thrust. That was in itself was enough to make you see stars, but Fyodor's hips were already setting a brutal pace slapping into you again and again and again. A smirk grew on his face as tears started to prick the corners of your eyes; seeing your fucked out expression becomes a sight that engraves itself in his brain forever, impaled and marked by him and him alone.

" You take me so well, darling. Now don't start crying, you were asking me to fuck you like this just a couple minutes ago. Now be a good little dear and take what I give you."

Makes Love

KUNIKIDA doesn't like saying he fucked you- no, the term is too vulgar and not a proper representation of the feelings he has towards you. Yes, he can rather rough- especially when you're brat- but in many instances, he's very attentive and places your own pleasure before his own. Even now that he has you all spread out against the mattress, his length deep within your most sensitive spots, his always being aware of your comfort. He's aware of his own strength, his cock can easily spear you in half and make tears run down your face, but unless provoked otherwise or requested by you, he keeps himself in check. He has a pace that makes you both feel good, his lips brushing your cheek whilst you mewl beneath him. Sweet nothings and praises drips from his voice at every chance he gets, making sure you know well just how good you make him feel; a low groan would escape him whenever you clench around him, fingers taking you vacant hand or drawing shapes at your cilt. His pace gradually speeds up, adoring the way you lock your legs around his waist. He wants to make he fulfill all your desires, afterall he feels good if you do as well.

"A-ah- you take me so well, my love. Such a good girl, taking me so well. Just a little more, okay? Just like that."

ATSUSHI finds every part of your body to mesmerizing; he always so gentle and careful when kneading at you skin, asking if 'this was okay?' Or 'do you feel good?' He reciprocated your red blush, setting a gentle pace enjoyable to the both of you. Small love bites littered your shoulders, areas in which you can easily cover up, only for his eyes to view alone; he would press chaste kisses to those marks his way of apologizing for being too rough. Soft moans and mumbles of praise would escape him whenever you carded your fingers through his hair. His eyes would pinch shut as gave his length kitten licks, his words of encouragementmeeting no ends. In intimate moments such as these, he finds himself subconsciously grabbing your hand, gently squeezing it as you both approach your high. Atushi gently wipes away your tears as he thrusts into you a bit harder, his thighs trembling with how deep he went. As he approaches his climax, the only coherent words were his expressions of 'I love you.'

" So good, you feel so- good. Ah- y/n, I- Love so much, I can't p-properly express it-! Please cum with me, please-"

Both?! Both !

He tries to be gentle(unless you otherwise wish for him to be rough) and make you feel so good and loved, but the moment you clench around his cock, CHŪYA loses all control. Your legs were wide, bascially folded in half beneath him. His thrust only speeds up, defined arms holding onto your hips- bruises were sure to form with his grip. But the moment tears prick the corners of you eyes, Chūya would pause. As much he was close to his own sweet release the last thing he wishes was for you to be in genuine pain. A chuckle would escape him as you mumble how good he made you feel, your words causing his dick to twitch, only adding to your pleasure with a whine. His hips resumed to rut against you, his lips connecting with many parts of your body; collarbone, chest, wrist. All before finally connecting with your lips, muffling your cries as you reach your climax. He may be rearranging your insides as his tip kisses your cervix and rubs on all the best spots, but that's how he shows he loves you.

" You must be addicted to my dick given the look on your face. If you keep squriming amd making those sounds, I won't be able to hold myself back. But thats maybe what you want, isn't that right Doll?"

It's quite difficult to read NIKOLAI'S expression, especially in heat of the moment when pleasure rocks through your entire body with each precise movement of his hips. Your face is buried within the pillows, your euphony of sounds muffled as his long fingers wrap around the curve of your neck. He applied menial pressure but it was enough to send jolts of pleasure and fear down your shine. How long have you been in this position? You've lost count. Perhaps it was cruel of Nikolai to make you continue like this, panting and grabbing the headboard for support; but the sweet moans and hiccups you echoed back at him- the way your tongue rolled his name when he thrusted into the right spot- it was addicting and he shamelessly succumbed to the pleasure. He would chuckle at the whimpers you make as his thrust grow harder, the sounds of your filthy actions echoing in the room. Purple and red crescent moons formed along the sides of your thighs where his fingertips gripped onto tightly. Along with forming blemishes came the display of bites along back of your neck. He would bite down hard and without worse, his cock twitching at your whines of pleasure and pain. But not matter, he will gladly lick away your tears while his words say the most meanest of things with a dabble of praise in between. But with how clench around his cock, he knows youre adoring it just as much. He could be unpredictable, but he knew how to make you so weak.

" My pretty darling, is the pleasure too much for you, hm~? But I must admit, you feel wonderful, clenching me around like that~ I feel as though I can do this all night. What do you say, care to test the limits~? "

#•dazai #•chuuya #•ranpo #•kunikida #•atsushi #•nikolai #•fyodor

[subby-prince]

Thigh Riding

Characters; Dazai, Chuuya, Kunikida, Ranpo, Nikolai

Tags; SMUT/NSFW fem!reader, nicknames, biting, teasing, thigh riding

Dazai

He's a tease.

As more whimpers and choked sobs escaped from your lips, he props your body against the mound of his thighs; a yelp escaped you as pressure applied to your core. It all started with a kiss within the empty office of the ADA. A kiss in which grew heated as your lover shamelessly roamed his palms all over your body.

His lithe fingers would find the clothed heat between your legs coaxing a ragged sigh in response You remain stagnant for a moment before experimentally rocking your hips, the motion caused a jolt of pleasure to recoccupate throughout your veins.

Gradually you picked up a pace, arms locking around his neck for support. Your face was beaming red but that was the least of your concerns as your moans echoed against the walls.

'Belladonna, you've barely moved and you already got my pants all wet~' He would whisper against the shell as your ear, though amused at your bold behavior.

Pure amusement glittered all over his expression as you desperately rolled your hips in a sloppy rhythm. His fingers, went to knead and message at your hips a silent encouragement while his voice dripped with the cruelest of words. However, it only added to your arousal as though compatible pairs.

And he was no stranger to this either, not by the way you clamped around his thigh shamelessly. He held that grin of his that made you weak in the knees; complacent and fervent as he urged you to continue.

"I'll need new pants after this, Belladonna, you've made them so soaked- but why don't we get to the main event now, hm?"

Chūya

An cocaphony of sounds bounced off the walls of your shared living area, Chūya's huffing and meandered groans coupled with your mewls.

He had you seated upon his thigh, his flesh in perfect orientation with your core- exposed after hastily pushing aside your garments.

His hands started to move you in a languid pace, words of genuine praise splitting from his clench teeth, the sight before him was becoming too great; hair sticking to your forehead, a focused gazed as you desperately tried to get off his thigh, even your lips were glistening in your own drool.

Chūya's bottom lip trembled as you squirmed against his grip- crescent moons blossoming along the sides of your hips. Each slight movement of your body or his caused tears to prick the corners of your eyes, begging for more

Chūya wasn't one to make your purposefully cry, he normally disliked it, but the moment when those crystal tears threatened to release from the desperation, it only riled him further.

He retrains the slow pace, edging you closer to your orgasm as his eyes continue to soak in the scene unapologetically.

His words traced with filth only shot pair after pair of arousal to your bundle of nerves, ushering a wave of whimpers from you end.

"God- Doll. You're making a mess with just my thigh. I didn't think you were that needy- fuck- If you keep squriming like that, i might have to use my special ability-"

Kunikida

You want to do what? Here? Now-?

Kunikida almost shut down the idea entirely, why get off his thigh when he could use his fingers instead-? and although the ADA was currently vacant with the exception of you horny pair, that was still quite improper-!

But your pleading face did more than enough to convince him, and the way you sheepishly rubbed your thighs together only added to the fuel. And so by some fortuitous miracle you found yourself mounted on his thigh

Though Kunikida would much rather be sheathed within your warm welcoming walls, he couldn't fully deny the pleasure that came as you rode on his thigh. The sounds you were making were pitiful and filthy, it made the detectives ears blaze unbearably red but his eyes betrayed otherwise; he couldn't peel them away from the way you moved your hips, attempting to create more friction.

At some point groans start to mix with your sound of pleasure as you rode closer to your climax. Despite his initial thoughts on the manner, words of praises slipped from his voice, his arms subconsciously going to hold you steady

And the sight of his dampening pant leg from your arousal made his mind go dizzy. It took everything within him to not take you right there, afterall you deserve some form of punishment after making such a mess

"Look at you pretty girl, getting off and my thigh and making my clothes all wet. Just relax a little- and k-keep moving like that-"

Ranpo

Ranpo is quite lazy, he'll do anything that doesn't require him to exert too much energy. So why not make you do all the hard work hard as he watches?

A grin is stretching on his lips as you made yourself comfortable on his thigh, your gaze shifting from determination to flustered in a matter of seconds.

He breathes out a gentle laugh as you started to move along his thigh, quickly becoming amused with the expression forming on your face; biting down on your bottom lip focusing on the act, sending your lover a glare whenever he made a tease(which was quite many)

He may even munch on his snacks as he witnesses your desperate figure ride off his thigh in search for your high. He was a jerk to his very bones.

How could he not? Not when you became desperate to reach your high, sluggish babbles and sounds falling from your mouth. It was the perfect opportunity to tease you mercilessly

His voice is cooing at you while you bury your head in his shoulder, face reddening at the flithy things he whispered to you. All the while your hips continued to roll over his clothed thigh. Your muscles were starting burn but you couldn't bring yourself stop.

As Ranpo, notices your depleting energy, he'll take some mercy on you and assist. With hands on your hips, he guides you in a sluggish rhythm that has your back arching as shivers jolted across your skin.

He huffs out a laugh when you ultimately choke out, the pleasure becoming too much- but your body betrays itself by locking your arms around him, hips shamelessly rocking in motion inviting him to continue.

"You find this quite lovely don't you? Be grateful my dear, while you get drunk off my thigh, you are leaving me high and dry. Though this visual you're providing is addicting~ "

Nikolai

You would smack that teasing grin on his face if you weren't busy drooling over the texture of his pant leg.

Nikolai was an awful tease, making you sit still on his thigh as he kisses you all over your shoulders and collarbone, fingers kneading at your exposed skin.

Even as you plead for him to let you move, he only chuckles and riles you up even further. Any attempts were instantly shut down with a harsh grip against your hip.

Eventually he takes some mercy after all your whining and begging, setting a pace. It was tantalizingly slow at first, he lips spreading into a grin as you cried for more.

Something was oddly amusing about how you clumped your legs together, arousal starting to stick to his pants. And as you bit your bottom lip in desperation, Nikolai is all but remaining deep eye contact with you. It only caused you flush a deeper crimson but all the more fed into his enjoyment

Your hips subconsciously start to move on its own seeking more stimulation. Resulting in the cruelest of words from your lover, degrading you for your slutty actions; even as tears roll down your cheeks and the only words you can babble was his name and you didn't slow down.

He becomes mesmorized with the heaving of your chest, the expression on your face and how prettily your back arched as your movements became sloppy. This all the more made the tent in his pants grow.

As you lose yourself in your orgasm, he'll take your hand and guide it the tent that was begging for your attention. He groans as you sheepishly place feathery touches to his clothed dick.

But after the lovely performance provided by you, Nikolai will make sure that his thigh isn't the only thing making you cry out loud tonight.

"I've turned you into a whiny mess with just my thigh. Now now don't be so selfish pretty girl, it's my turn to have some fun~"

#•chuuya #•dazai #•nikolai #•ranpo #•kunikida

[subby-prince]

Markings-Biting

Characters; Zhongli, Itto, Xiao, Kazuha, Diluc, Childe, Scaramouche, Dottore, Ayato, Albedo

Tags; NSFW/SMUT. Fem!reader. Biting, teasing, rough sex, degradation, oral (recieving), minor mentions of blood

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ZHONGLI marks you with wet kisses trailing down the nape of your neck as he takes from behind. As the blemishes form in the wake of his teeth, gentle praises fall from his lips to meet the shell of your ear. He can't help himself but bite into your shoulder as he approaches his climax, your whine in repsonse only riling him up further. Afterwards he brushes over the spot with gloved fingers as to soothe the slight ache it caused but he can't take his eyes off the bruise- it compliments you perfectly.

Shameless and unapologetic within the moment. ITTO quickly succumbed with how warmly and tight you hugged his cock, his fingers were gripping your hips in a grip that was sure to leave bruises. Without thinking, Itto would bite in the juncture of your neck- rather hard. The yelp you made almost caused him to stop until he hears those delicious moans come from you a moment later, a mixture of both pleasure and pain. Gives the forming bruise a kitten lick as he praises you for how well you make him feel.

XIAO, who buries his head within the crook of your neck, he face blushing red from the intimacy of the moment. As pleasure rocks against his bones in an uneven manner, he finds himself nibbling on the surface of your collarbones- all before biting hard when you clenched around his dick. Sometimes he forgets his own strength and scrambles as he sees the tears starting to prick your eyes. Encouragement leaves him to suckle on the forming bruises whilst his hand rubs circles along your waist, hips rocking against you in a languid pace. Even in his drunken state of pleasure, he knew it was quite beautiful on you.

Kisses and marks you within your wrist and inner thighs, KAZUHA is always gentle when it comes to it. Even as he trails hot wet kisses that leave you squirming, he is gentle. Even as his breath puffs against your bundle of nerves, he is aware of his own strength and ability. And even as he suckles at the flesh and lovely petals forms in its place is he conscious of your wellbeing. His marking for his to see alone, placing them in areas in which you can easily cover up- may even litter some agaisnt your neck with the excuse of giving you his scarf.

Dozens of blue and purple spots are within your inner thighs as DILUC adores eating you out whenever he can. He suckles at the bruises as you mewl; one hand getting you terribly spread and the other drawing sharp circles of your nerves. During the aftercare, he loves to trace his fingers along the blemishes, savoring the way you whimper slightly when he applies menial pressure whilst his words carry genuine apologies for being so rough. May even press gentle pecks to those areas, hands rubbing at the bruises on your hips. But he finds you more mesmerizing with the love bites, empathzing the intimacy and tender feeling he holds for you.

CHILDE who is unafraid to leave you littered with dark blemishes and bruises to show the world that you belong to him. You hardly even notice the way he presses those bites against your neck, you were too occupied with by how his dick kiss your cervix to notice his teeth grazing your most sensitive spots. His words whisper the most degrading things, dripping with false sympathy as he coos on how everyone will see how slutty you truly are. Though you can only babble his name in reponse- given with how you clenched around him, something tells him that your body yearns to be marked up and showed off to the world as well.

If there's a part of your body that is exposed, SCARAMOUCHE is sure to part it all up with his sharp canines, coaxing sobs to spill from your swollen lips. He is really quite possessive, wishing to show you off in manner that lets everyone know who drives you crazy every night. He leaves markings along your chest, kissing and tugging with his teeth while his finger toy with your bud. Dark blemishes would also form along your shoulder blades, his lips connecting into a grin when you gasp at the new sensation. He is quite intrigued with how he can make you cum by just marking you up, and at the end of the day he'll show everyone that your his and his alone, so he really has little reason to complain.

He bites hard, perhaps enough to draw blood. Your sobs- a mixture of pain and pleasure only drove DOTTORE to continue. Your sweet sounds only causes him to leave more vicious red bites along your collar, the bruises will be terribly hard to cover up in the morning- but truly Dottore pays no mind to that, not when you squrim beneath him, nothing but his finger stimulating you at a merciless pace- if anything he'll love to show off his beautiful experiment, covered in his signature markings to those who even dare stare at you for longer than a second.

Marks you in the most unconventional areas that leave you gasping in surprise. He loves how your breath hitches as his lips trail under ear, hot breath pricking your skin all while hes sheathed deeply within you. AYATO really can't hold himself back. You look so pretty marked by his truly, areas which he knows he'll be able to see while your perfroming your daily duties as much as you attempt to cover it up. He finds something addicting when he awakes in the following morning and sees his lover within his arms, his markings as evidence of your lewd actions the night prior. And once those marks to fade, he'll gladly renew them for you <3

ALBEDO is quite simple and very direct in the way he litters love bite on your neck. It wasn't always in the intimacy of the moment, though he'll gladly nibble at your thighs if it's his or yours desire. Rather, he finds himself grazing your skin with his teeth in the early mornings or late nights when you cuddled within his arms, neck painfully visible to his experienced eyes. He loves to observe as the red spots slowly form before biting a bit harder ecliting a shiver and whimper on your end. He is an artist and your skin is a blank canvas eagerly calling for his artistic interpretation, worry not, he'll gladly indulge you and paint you lovely red spots that place some of his own masterpieces to shame.

#•zhongli #•itto #•xiao #•kazuha #•diluc #•tart #•Albedo

[subby-prince]

diluc fucking you while he’s fully clothed and you’re completely naked — he has you pressed up against a wall in the tavern after hours with your thighs slung over his shoulders and your slick little cunt wrapped around him !!

he’s teasing you and there’s not much you can do about it from your position beneath the man. not that you’d want to, because diluc is so calmly domineering— the way he smiles down at you, presses featherlight kisses to your shining skin and plays with your slick clit between his gloved fingers makes you his malleable mess.

you’re too loud, whining and whimpering— brought to tears by the red head’s shallow thrusts. so he slips off his gloves, puts them between the rows of his pearly white teeth and slides his fingers past your eager lips. he lets you suck, smirking around the black patent leather in his mouth, the flavour of satisfaction spread across his tongue.

“quiet darling. let me give you something to occupy that pretty little mouth of yours, hm?”

#PLEASE #•diluc #I would be such a mess under him oh archons

[subby-prince]

Insecurities and Jealousy

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader (Zhongli x Isekai'd!Reader)

Summary: Your insecurity and jealousy get the best of you, causing you to overthink. You assumed Zhongli would leave you for someone else because she (Lumine) looks a tiny bit like Guizhong (according to Venti). The tension between you and Zhongli proceeds to grow, thus you demand that Zhongli prove that he cares about you when the twenty-four men leave your bedroom to give you and Zhongli some privacy to speak.

Note: This is part two (and a request) of "Overprotective with a Hint of Jealousy," it will be linked down below. I think you can read this without having to read the first part tbh. The requester wanted this fic to be Zhongli focused and that is what I did. This post does contain smut, and it's been a while since I've written and posted smut, so I can't promise that it's good 💀 Here are my usual heads up regarding the smut-fics I post: every single one of my smuts, the reader is either a female!reader or an AFAB!reader. I try to keep it as gender-neutral as possible, but all of my smut-fics do lean more towards female!reader/AFAB!reader. Minors, DO NOT INTERACT! As usual, I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Horribly written smut (as usual), Zhongli has two dicks, oral sex (both receiving), double penetration, handjob, deep throating, cervix fucking, biting, slight mentions of blood, spitting, and hair pulling.

Word Count: 10.3k

You can find part one of Insecurities and Jealousy right here: Overprotective with a Hint of Jealousy

You’re the jealous type, and you hate it. You hate the feeling of your heart clenching in your chest and a sense of inadequacy. It’s an ugly feeling. It makes you feel like a terrible person whenever you get jealous of the people around you or someone that has passed on to the afterlife. You know she was his friend; they were nothing more than close friends. But why do you feel a raging fire pit forming in your gut when you know that there is an area in Liyue with their names combined? In your world, it’s a ship name. 

Zhongli has reassured you that he and Guizhong are nothing more than friends. Close friends. But would close friends form an alliance and name part of Liyue with their names combined? You think the fuck not. Perhaps they were not creative with naming that part of the region? Either way, you hate that it exists and wish you never feel this way. You’re brought out of your thoughts when the glass cup shatters before you. You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, rubbing your throbbing temples with your index and middle finger.

You look at Albedo. “Apologies for breaking another beaker. I was distracted with my thoughts,” you murmur, giving Albedo an apologetic smile. 

Albedo sweeps the shattered glass into the dustpan. “There’s nothing to apologize about, [Y/N]. If you need to take a breather, you can step out for a moment,” Albedo says.

Albedo is telling you to leave. Although, you don’t blame him for wanting you to go if that’s what he’s implying. Maybe you do need a breather, or else you’ll take your jealousy out on another glass beaker in the lab. After all, this is the fifth beaker you have broken within two hours of helping Albedo with his project.

You nod, letting out a long exhale through your nostrils. “You’re right, Albedo. I need to take a breather and collect my thoughts,” you said. 

Albedo squeezes your shoulders and continues to sweep the glass shards into the dustpan, throwing them into the trash bin. You take your lab coat off and hang it on the coat rack near the door. You leave Albedo’s laboratory and press your back against the wall, sighing for the umpteenth time today. You push yourself away from the wall and stomp down the stairs. You’re glad the stairs have a rug because you don’t want to put anyone in a negative mood because of the thoughts that are hounding you. 

Once you have reached the bottom of the stairs, Lumine perks up and waves at you. When did she get here? You give Lumine a smile and wave at her. 

“Lumine! What are you doing here at the abode? Babysitting Aether again?” You ask.

Aether scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest. “She’s not babysitting me, [Y/N]! And for your information, I invited Lumine over because I didn’t want to be alone when Zhongli drones on about the history of Liyue,” Aether jokes. 

You blink at Aether’s response, finally noticing the former Geo archon sitting across from Lumine and Aether. Zhongli sips on his tea, ignoring Aether’s comment about him droning on about Liyue’s history. You purse your lips and nod. As much as you would like to join them, Zhongli didn’t invite you, so why should you invite yourself?

Lumine rolls her eyes at Aether’s comment, nudging his side with her elbow. “Be nice, Aether!” She hisses. Lumine turns to you and smiles politely as if she wasn’t close to smacking her twin brother in front of you and the former Geo archon not too long ago. “Would you like to join us, [Y/N]? Zhongli was about to talk about Guizhong and the Guizhong ballista,” Lumine says nonchalantly.

Your eye twitches at the mention of her name. Oh, archons, her again? Do you even have the patience and courage to stay and listen to your boyfriend talk about a friend that has passed away thousands of years ago? No, no, you do not. Plus, Zhongli never invited you, so it would be rude for you to impose. He certainly did not invite you for a good reason, and for once, you’re glad he didn’t ask you to join the conversation.

You shake your head. “No, no, it’s fine. I was helping Albedo with his experiment, and now I’m taking a much-needed break,” you said.

“Aw! Come on, snookums! Why not join us?” Childe asks, walking into the room with a teapot in his hands. 

You raise an eyebrow. “Childe, I didn’t know you were part of Zhongli, Aether, and Lumine’s tea party,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“There are more audiences, but they’re currently on a bathroom break. We’ve been sitting here for almost two hours drinking tea and learning about Liyue’s history,” Gorou says, stretching his arms in the air as he walks into the room.

You prop your hands on your hips. “Is that so? And I wasn’t invited?” You ask lightheartedly.

You mask your hurt with a lighthearted tone. You’re conflicted on whether you should feel offended that Zhongli didn’t think once or twice to invite you. Or if you should feel relieved that you didn’t have to sit through almost two hours of Zhongli talking about Liyue and her. Archons, this feeling is so ugly. 

“I didn’t think you’d be interested in listening to the long history of Liyue. Besides, you were helping the chief alchemist with his experiment,” Zhongli says casually. 

Venti plops down in his seat beside Aether. “If we’re talking about the God of Dust, she looks a little similar to Lumine. Only, she has a rat tail like block-head over there, and her hair is gray,” Venti says casually. 

Venti’s comment makes you dread being in the presence of Zhongli and Lumine. If Guizhong looks a little similar to Lumine, could that mean that Zhongli may have felt some kind of attraction toward the blonde girl? What if Lumine was the reincarnation of Guizhong? No, it’s not possible because Lumine isn’t even from Teyvat. The raging fire pit in your stomach that is jealousy has grown after hearing Venti’s comment. 

Noticing your change of demeanor, Thoma nudges Venti and gestures for the anemo archon to keep his mouth shut. Venti’s eyes widen, and he makes an “oops” face. Thoma turns to you and gives you a smile.

“Do you want anything to eat? You have been helping the chief alchemist for a few hours,” Thoma says, getting ready to leave his seat. 

You give Thoma a strained smile and shake your head. “Oh, no, I’m not hungry. I’m about to go to Luhua Pool,” you said, pointing at the entrance of the estate.

You didn’t plan on going to Luhua, but now that you think about it, a change of scenery would be nice. Not only that, but you’re hoping the view of the blue waters would keep your mind off of Zhongli talking about Guizhong and how Lumine looks a little similar to Guizhong. The pit in your stomach grows when you see the light shade of pink on Lumine’s cheeks. To you, you see it as Lumine blushing at Venti’s comparison to the God of Dust. Still, in reality, Lumine was blushing from embarrassment and refraining from strangling the anemo archon for comparing her to the woman you envy. 

Lumine knows about your distaste and jealousy toward the deceased archon. You expressed your frustrations to Lumine a few days ago. The frustration was more directed toward yourself than the God of Dust and former Geo archon. She knew how much you hate feeling jealous over their friendship. Lumine prays that you won’t hate her or grow a dislike for her because she and Guizhong look a tiny bit alike.

“Why are you going to Luhua Pool alone? There is danger outside the abode,” Xiao says, standing behind you with his arms crossed over his torso, frowning at you.

You look at Xiao and smile at him. “I’m going to Luhua Pool to clear my mind, Xiao. I messed up on Albedo’s experiment because I was distracted,” you explain, tucking your hands into your pockets.

You weren’t wrong about that part. You were distracted by the overwhelming jealousy directed toward Zhongli and Guizhong’s friendship. You wanted to have someone that cared about you as much as he cared about her. You wanted to have someone that keeps the memory of you alive when you’re gone, like how he does with Guizhong and the past adeptis that were once by his side. Yes, your boyfriends love and care about you, and you acknowledge that! But does Zhongli care about you as much as the other men do? Does Zhongli care about you as much as he cares about Guizhong? Does he care about you more than he does for her, or is it the other way around?

So many questions ran through your mind, making your throbbing temples worsen. You close your eyes and rub your temples. The sooner you leave the abode, the sooner you can (hopefully) soothe your aching temples. 

Heizou approaches you, placing a light touch on your shoulder. “Do you want someone to accompany you? You don’t look too good,” Heizou murmurs.

You shake your head. “I’ll be fine, Heizou. Like I said before, I need to clear my mind,” you reply.

Before anyone can protest, you make your way to the entrance of the estate. Your throbbing temples are hurting almost as much as your heart. You end up finding yourself sitting at the top of the mountain in Luhua Pool, looking out at the bluest water you have ever seen. It’s nice and quiet. The only things you hear are the wind blowing, treasure hoarders conversing from afar, birds chirping, and the sound of your heart breaking. The last part is a little dramatic, but you can’t help it. 

While the sun is beating down on your hot skin, you debate whether you should sit under a tree to cool off or just remain where you’re sitting. A twig snaps behind you, making you tense up and freeze where you’re sitting. You’re afraid that if you turn around, you will see Zhongli standing behind you. 

You keep your eyes on the waters in front of you. “Zhongli, if you’re here to scold me for leaving the abode so suddenly, I don’t want to hear it,” you sigh, resting your head on your chin.

“Huh. Last time I checked, my name’s not Zhongli,” you hear a nonchalant voice say.

The person sits beside you, leans back, and looks at the view before you two. You didn’t say anything. What are you supposed to say, really? Were you supposed to explain to Diluc why you left the abode to sit at Luhua Pool?

Diluc sighs and places his hand on his lap. “You don’t need to say anything. I’m here to keep you company, even if you want to be alone,” Diluc says.

You close your eyes and rest your head on Diluc’s shoulder. Diluc shifts beneath you and wraps his right arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You were tempted to tease him for being protective, but you don’t blame him for being that way. After all, he (and the other men) did witness you getting injured in many ways a few days ago. It was humiliating. You never want to live through that kind of stuff ever again, but knowing yourself and your luck, that’s not going to happen any time soon. You close your eyes and let yourself snuggle up against the pyro vision holder. 

“You know what I have always wondered?” You whisper, breaking the silence between the two of you.

Diluc hums in response, letting you know to continue.

“Ever since I arrived in Teyvat, I wondered if the people in my world know about my disappearance. I wonder if there are people that miss me or remember my existence,” you said, opening your eyes and gazing out toward Luhua Pool. “I know that he cares about me, but sometimes it feels like he cares about her more than he cares about me,” you murmur.

You are the present, and she is the past, but he’s keeping the memories of her alive. The people of Liyue and the adeptis are keeping the memories of Guizhong alive. Seeing how much people love and care about her, how they still think about her despite her perishing thousands of years ago, made you wish that you had friends like them. You don’t think your friends back in your universe are aware of your disappearance. Heck, you don’t think your parents or siblings care about your lack of presence in their world. 

Footsteps approach where you and Diluc are sitting, breaking the silence between you and the redhead. 

“So this is where you two have run off,” Dainsleif says, sitting beside you, sandwiching you between him and Diluc.

You sigh and lift your head. “How many of you followed me to Luhua Pool?” You ask, looking turning to look and seeing the other men trying to sneak up toward you, Dainsleif and Diluc.

Kaeya crosses his arms over his chest. “Are we not allowed to be worried about our significant other?” Kaeya asks.

“We noticed your change of demeanor when Zhongli’s friend was mentioned, and we wanted to check up on you to see if you’re okay,” said Kazuha. 

You give the men a tight smile and nod. Even though you feel like shit for being jealous of Zhongli’s deceased close friend, you might as well pretend to be okay. Maybe that will flip your emotions, and you’ll be okay! Maybe. You’re not entirely sure if it’ll work since you let your feelings get to you almost all the time.

You stand and brush the dirt off your clothes. “I’m fine, really! As I said in the estate, I needed to clear my mind. I was distracted by my thoughts, and it caused me to break a few beakers in Albedo’s laboratory,” you explain.

“We also want to inform you ahead of time that Zhongli wants to speak to you once you return to the estate,” Ayato interjects.

Oh. So now Zhongli wants to talk to you after not inviting you to join him and the others for tea? You huff and walk off.

“Why should I speak to him? Zhongli didn’t speak to me earlier today, nor did he think once or twice about inviting me to have tea with him. I think he can wait a little longer to speak to me,” you said.

Gorou’s eyes widen, watching you walk closer to the edge of the cliff. Gorou tugs the shirt of the person closest to him, too scared to even speak up. Kaveh rushes over to you and grabs you by the wrist, pulling you toward his chest and walking far from the edge. It’s like you’re intentionally trying to walk off the cliff and end your life. You let Kaveh drag you off, mentally cursing at Zhongli and the dead god. Actually, cross that off. You’re mentally cursing at yourself for being this way. Your jealousy stems from your insecurities and lack of confidence. Your lack of confidence is because of the people in your life that had put you down at every chance they get. 

Al Haitham gives you a slight glare. “Please don’t try to walk off the edge of the cliff. What if none of us are here to protect you?” Al Haitham scolds you.

Kaveh makes a face. “I think that’s what they intended on doing,” Kaveh mutters loud enough for Al Haitham to hear.

“I think you had plenty of time to clear your mind! Let’s head back to the abode! A nap can also help you clear your thoughts and distract the storm brewing in that pretty little head of yours,” Itto says, ruffling your hair. 

You shake your head stubbornly. “I’m not returning to the abode now. I barely had fifteen minutes of alone time to myself. I’m glad that all of you care about me and want to protect me, but….” you trail off, sighing in defeat.

“How about this: we let you sit here and clear your mind while we stand from a distance to give you some space,” Tighnari suggests. 

“I don’t think they want people to stare at them while they’re trying to collect their thoughts,” Cyno mutters to Tighnari. 

Tighnari gives Cyno a subtle glare and nudges the Mahamatra’s stomach with his elbows. Cyno holds back a grunt, clutches his stomach, and shoots a not-so-subtle glare back at the forest watcher. 

You end up taking Tighnari’s suggestion. The men stood ten feet from where you were sitting while you let your feet dangle off the edge of the cliff with your back pressing against the tree stump. You’re not mentally or emotionally prepared to face Zhongli. All you know is that Zhongli will most likely give you a lecture or scold you for acting like a child for getting jealous of his deceased friend. 

Other than not being mentally or emotionally prepared to face Zhongli, you’re not ready to unpack all of the explanations as to what made you insecure and jealous easily. Quite frankly, you don’t blame Zhongli if he does end up scolding you for feeling and acting this way. It’s childish, and you don’t have anything to worry about besides him scolding you soon. Sometimes you question what these men see in you. You’re not a knight, an Adeptus, an archon, a high-profiled figure, or anything for that matter. What made these men drawn to you other than being able to control them back in your world whenever you played Genshin Impact?

You soon find yourself drowning in self-doubt. Not only are you questioning Zhongli’s feelings for you, but you’re also beginning to question the other men’s thoughts and feelings for you. They can have anyone they want, and yet they choose you. Someone who doesn’t hold a vision and isn’t from their universe. You’re brought out of your thoughts when you feel someone zap your ribs. You let out a loud yelp and flinch so hard that you swore something in your head popped, sending waves of sharp pain through your head, causing tears to well up in your eyes. 

“We told you not to zap them,” You hear Baizhu scold Scaramouche as he walks over to you and helps you up from the ground.

Scaramouche shrugs his shoulders. “I tried getting their attention without zapping them, but after a while, I had no choice,” Scaramouche says defensively.

You clutch onto the back of your head and bury your face into Baizhu’s chest while he rubs your head and walks to the teapot that sits idly by. Pierro raises his eyebrows and crosses his arms over his chest. You let out small sniffles and wipe a stray tear that threatens to make its way down your cheek.

Pierro stops you and Baizhu in your tracks by holding his hand out in front of the two of you. “Did something happen?” Pierro asks, slowly looking over at Scaramouche.

You give Pierro a strained smile and shake your head. “Other than Scaramouche zapping me, nothing happened. Although I do believe that I should get my head checked out just in case,” you said softly. 

Dottore sighs beside Pierro and walks ahead of the group. “I’ll be getting the infirmary ready for the check-up. Doctor Baizhu and Tighnari, please make sure that [Y/N]’s condition doesn’t worsen before arriving at the estate.” 

The strange pop in your head was painful, and it felt oddly hot too. It was like a blood vessel had popped inside your head, and the heat that spread throughout that area was the blood oozing everywhere. You can’t describe the feeling specifically, but you have experienced this before, but it doesn’t happen as often. 

“Who died and put him in charge?” Pantalone mutters to Capitano, who shrugs in response.

Back at the estate, you stare at the familiar ceilings. You lost count of how many times you have visited the estate’s infirmary, and it’s pretty concerning. Albedo, Dottore, Baizhu, and Tighnari are quietly conversing with each other, looking over the notes and paperwork regarding your check-up. 

“What’s the diagnosis?” Capitano asks casually.

Your head snaps up, and you look at the masked (helmet?) man with wide eyes. “There’s no diagnosis, Capitano! Or, I hope there’s no diagnosis,” you said nervously. 

Dottore walks to you and gazes at you underneath his mask. “How’s your head feeling? Does it still hurt?” He asks.

You rub the back of your head where the pain was before returning to the abode. Thankfully, the pain isn’t there, but you do feel the phantom pain. You don’t feel the pain, but it feels like it’s still there. As if the pain is lingering.

You shake your head. “It doesn’t hurt, but it’s lingering. I don’t feel it, but I still remember what it felt like,” you trail off. “I can’t explain it. I’m terrible at explanations,” you chuckle bitterly.

“Well, from the descriptions you have given us at the start of the check-up, it’s an ice pick headache,” Baizhu says.

You stare at Baizhu owlishly. “It’s not serious, is it?” You ask.

Tighnari shakes his head. “It’s not a serious condition where we have to monitor you and have you go through treatments. The only time we have to do that is if it’s recurring,” Tighnari explains.

Albedo crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the counter in the infirmary. “How often do you get the ice pick headache?” Albedo inquires.

“I rarely get them. If I remember clearly, the last time I had the ice pick headache was when I was still in my world, but it was maybe two years ago,” you reply. 

Pantalone smiles and ruffles your hair affectionately. “Then you should be fine, and you have nothing to worry about,” Pantalone says.

You smile at him and nod in agreement. Pantalone and Tighnari are right; you have nothing to worry about. You’re glad you don’t get the ice pick headaches often and that it’s a rare occurrence for you. You leave the estate’s infirmary feeling a tiny bit better and less worried about your impending doom. Speaking of impending doom, there’s something you forget about, but you don’t remember what it was.

Here you are, sitting on the swinging bench in the back of the estate with a tub of ice cream on your lap and a giant spoon in your right hand. The estate is lively as ever, with the men running outside and yelling profanities at each other. Then there’s you, sitting from a distance in the shade, eating ice cream. You wanted to participate and join in on the fun, but the heavy feeling in your chest is weighing you down and is making it hard for you to join them.

You cross your legs and hug the tub of ice cream to your chest, scooping the ice cream into your mouth and letting it melt in your mouth. This heavy feeling in your chest gives you the sudden urge to want to cry. Perhaps it's because you can’t join the others and have fun with them, or it’s the heavy feeling of jealousy that continues to cling to you like a wet t-shirt. 

You sigh and stab the spoon into the strawberry ice cream. “Man, I feel like shit,” you said to yourself.

“And could it be because you’ve been avoiding Zhongli all day?” Aether asks, approaching you with Heizou and Venti by his side. Then there’s Thoma trailing behind the three of them as well, waving at you with a small smile. 

You roll your eyes and pull the spoon out of the ice cream. “No, it’s not because of that, Aether. You know why,” you said, eyes lingering over to where Zhongli, Baizhu, and Lumine were sitting while chatting and watching the others chase each other. “I need to come to an agreement with myself that I’ll always be second best. Or an afterthought,” you grumble.

“I don’t know if you know this, but Lumine has been giving Zhongli an earful after you left the estate to clear your mind at Luhua Pool,” Venti says casually. He plops down beside you and takes the tub of ice cream from your lap.

Heizou nods. “She’s been scolding him quite often. I think she’s scolding him right now because that’s what she was doing before we went over to where you’re sitting,” Heizou says.

You rub your stomach and furrow your eyebrows. You’re starting to get a stomachache, and you’re pretty sure that it’s the ice cream’s fault. You’re not lactose intolerant. You’re weak, but not that weak when it comes to dairy. 

Before Venti can eat the ice cream scoop, you snatch the tub from Venti’s hand and begin searching for the expiration date. The stomachache worsens, making you almost drop the tub. Your eyes land on the expiration date, and you smack yourself on the forehead.

“This thing has expired for three months now,” you deadpan. 

Thoma gasps a little bit too loudly. “Oh, crap! So, that’s what I forgot to throw out!” Thoma smacks his forehead.

Thoma takes the ice cream tub from your hand and the spoon discarded on the grass. You shake your head, get up from the swinging bench and jog back into the estate. You’re not going to visit the infirmary yet. That will be the last resort if the stomachache worsens and you have non-stop diarrhea. 

To be frank, you would rather blow up the toilet and have a stomachache than have to vomit. Not only do you hate throwing up, but throwing up is one of your worst fears, and you do not want to empty out your stomach all because you ate expired ice cream. Dammit! Why didn’t you check to see if the ice cream was expired before eating half of the tub?! You hope Thoma doesn’t blame himself for not throwing out the ice cream. It’s your fault for not checking the expiration date, not Thoma’s fault. 

You quickly go to your bathroom, slam the door shut, lock the door, and mentally and physically prepare to obliterate the toilet because, oh boy, you can feel it coming. Needless to say, it was horrendous. After using the bathroom, you have decided to check the expiration date for everything before ingesting it. 

You’re lucky that you only ate ice cream that expired three months ago and not many other expired foods. If it weren’t just ice cream, you would’ve been puking up your guts and literally shitting your pants simultaneously. It doesn’t sound pleasant, but that is the reality of ingesting expired food. That and you could potentially give yourself food poisoning or develop the symptoms of food poisoning. 

You leave the bathroom, walking funny. You collapse on your bed and clutch your stomach, groaning silently. You have never shitted your guts out like that before, and you don’t want to experience it ever again. On the bright side, your stomach doesn’t hurt anymore, and you’re pretty sure you have pooped out every last bit of expired ice cream you have eaten.

A knock at the door interrupts your thoughts. You lift your head and stare at the door, watching the door crack open and Gorou peeking his head into your room. Gorou gives you a nervous smile and enters your room when you gesture for him to enter. 

Itto peeks his head into your room after Gorou enters your bedroom, giving you a small smile. You wave at Itto weakly and motion for Itto to enter. You don’t want him to be standing at the door awkwardly while Gorou is conversing with you.

“I heard from Thoma that you ate expired ice cream. How are you feeling?” Gorou asks, standing at the foot of your bed.

You lay your head on your pillow and close your eyes. “At first, I felt okay. But then it hit me, and I was on the toilet for who knows how long. But right now, I’m feeling okay! My stomach isn’t hurting anymore, and I’m pretty sure I shit out my guts,” you mutter.

“That’s good to hear,” Itto leans on your desk, “everyone is downstairs checking the expiration date of every food in the kitchen and pantry right now,” Itto says.

You hear another knock coming from the door. You, Itto, and Gorou look at the door and see Childe pushing the door open after peeking his head into your room. You grab the nearest pillow and rest your head on it, watching Childe and Zhongli walk into your room. You’re kind of shocked to see Zhongli walk through the door holding a cup of tea in his hands, accompanying Childe. You sit and pat the empty spot on your bed beside you, gesturing for Childe (and maybe Zhongli if he wants to sit, but you’re not sure) to sit on the bed.

“Zhongli brewed you some tea for your stomach. You didn’t throw up or anything, did you?” Childe asks, sitting beside you.

You shake your head. “The only thing I did was shit my guts out, but that did help me with the awful stomachache I was feeling,” you answer, rubbing your stomach.

Zhongli hands the teacup over to you. “I brewed you some tea to drink that’ll help you with your stomachaches. Make sure to drink it all, alright?” Zhongli murmurs.

You reach for the teacup and quietly thank the former Geo archon. You take a sip of the tea and scrunch your face when the scorching hot tea touches your tongue. The tea didn’t taste too bad. From what you can tell, it tastes like green tea. You’ve had green tea many times back in your world, but it’s been a while since you’ve drunk it. The heat from the tea warms your stomach up, sending shivers down your spine. You made sure to drink the entire tea before handing back the empty teacup to Zhongli. 

“Knock, knock!” Kaveh sing-song, earning an eye roll from Al Haitham.

“Please don’t sing,” Al Haitham deadpans, “I would rather hear the Rishboland Tigers mate than hear you sing.”

Al Haitham’s comment earns an offended gasp from the blond man. Before Kaveh can respond to Al Haitham’s statement (and insult), Cyno shoves past Al Haitham and Kaveh. Cyno turns to look at the two men behind him, who narrowed their eyes at him. Cyno rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. 

“Now is not the time to bicker over something petty,” Cyno states before looking at you, “Tighnari wanted me to tell you to come down to the infirmary to get a check-up.”

You look at Cyno incredulously. You did not plan on revisiting the infirmary today over your accidental ingestion of expired ice cream. You planned on going to the infirmary if the stomachache continued and if you continued to shit your guts out, and if you ended up puking in the toilet for a while.

You exclaim, “Again?! But I left the infirmary a few hours ago!” 

Childe and Zhongli raise their eyebrows at you, simultaneously propping their hands on their hips. Oh no. Looks like you forgot to inform them about your brief visit to the estate’s infirmary after returning to the abode.

You quickly add, “The visit to the infirmary was brief! I’m okay; I didn’t get injured! Tighnari told me that it was an ice-pick headache. Since I rarely get ice pick headaches, I don’t need to go through treatments or be monitored.” 

“You didn’t injure yourself, did you?” You hear Xiao ask.

You look at the door and see Xiao and Ayato standing at the entrance to your room, looking at you worriedly. You pursed your lips and shook your head. Ayato was there, so he could explain what happened to Xiao and the others (who weren’t at Luhua Pool). You’re not in the mood to re-explain the situation. 

“They’re fine. They need to get some rest, though,” you hear Diluc murmur from the hallways.

You furrow your eyebrows and flop back down on your bed. Why is the solution to many problems would be getting some rest? What if you’re feeling restless? Do you need to rest harder or something? 

You roll to your side and hug the closest thing to you. “What if I don’t want to get some rest? I assumed that sitting on the swinging bench in the backyard of the estate while eating ice cream counts as me getting rest,” you said.

“If you don’t want to get some rest, then what do you want to do?” Ayato asks, raising his eyebrows at you.

You hug the pillow to your chest tightly. “Well, I never got some alone time at Luhua Pool. Listen, I love all of you, I really do, but I never really got to clear my mind,” you murmur.

“Sometimes, it’s better to talk about it than sit in silence and clear your thoughts. I have an inkling feeling that whatever was occupying your thoughts earlier today is still in your mind,” Kaeya says, peeking from behind Xiao and Ayato.

You puffed your cheeks and exhaled through your nose. Kaeya is correct. Even if you claim that you were going to Luhua Pool to clear your mind, the thought of Zhongli and Guizhong continues to plague your thoughts. It’s driving you insane, and the pit in your stomach continues to grow with each passing minute. Venti throwing in the comment of how Lumine looks a tiny bit like Guizhong did something to you. You’re not upset with Lumine; you’re upset with yourself. You’re upset that you have this painful assumption that Zhongli is going to leave you for someone that reminded him of his deceased friend. It hurts, and you’re trying your best not to let your insecurities and jealousy create a rift between you and Lumine. 

After you had left for Luhua Pool, Lumine scolded Zhongli and Venti. She was close to hitting them with a pan, but Aether held her back. Instead, she gave them an earful. Specifically, Zhongli himself because she knows how much it has affected you and how you’re worried that he doesn’t care about you as much as he cares about someone that is long gone. 

You sit on your bed and begin running your fingers through your fuzzy blanket. “Can I write it down instead? I don’t think I’ll be able to talk about it without feeling frustrated with myself and bursting into tears,” you whisper, eyes trained on the blankets in front of you.

“As long as you tell us what’s wrong. We’re not mind readers, sweetheart,” Dainsleif says.

You didn’t question the number of people popping in and out of your bedroom. Instead, you kept quiet and let Dainsleif pull you into his arms, allowing you to bury your face into the crook of his neck. 

You whisper, “I hate feeling helpless. I’m trying my best not to let my feelings and insecurities get to me, but I can’t help it. It’s driving me insane, and I feel powerless against my thoughts.” You play with Dainsleif’s shirt, refusing to make eye contact with the men in the room. 

“It’s about the God of Dust and the God of Contracts relationship, isn’t it?” Scaramouche asks, breaking the silence in your room.

Dainsleif feels you tense in his arms, yet you don’t respond to Scaramouche’s question. While Scaramouche is correct, you wish he didn’t say that out loud in front of everyone. You would rather deal with this topic of conversation with Zhongli alone. This is between you and Zhongli, and everyone knows that.

“We’ll give you two some space,” Kazuha says slowly.

Kazuha and the other men start to trickle out of your bedroom one by one. Dainsleif unwraps his arms around you and presses a kiss on your cheek before getting up to leave your room. You nearly reach out to Dainsleif to prevent him from going, but seeing the look on Zhongli’s face makes you stop. 

Pierro nods to you before closing the door once everyone (except for Zhongli) has left your bedroom. You continue to stare at the door like a deer caught in headlights, too nervous to look at Zhongli. You can feel Zhongli’s gaze burning holes into your skull. You’re not sure who’s going to be the first one to break the silence between the two of you, but you know for sure that you won’t be the one to do that.

Zhongli walks over to where you’re sitting. The closer he got, the louder your heart was beating against your ears. You and Zhongli talked about this a few days ago. Yet, you can’t get it through your thick skull because of your jealousy and insecurity over his friendship with Guizhong. How many times does Zhongli have to reassure you so that you would not hold a grudge against someone deceased? At this point, you’re in need of therapy for all of the past traumas that led you to where you’re at right now. 

Zhongli sits beside you, keeping a small distance between the two of you. Zhongli doesn’t want to upset you any further by sitting close to you to the point where his thighs are brushing against yours. Your heart is thumping against your chest, and you feel nervous. If Zhongli is going to tell you that you have nothing to worry about, you don’t know what else to say. You love Zhongli as much as you love your twenty-four other boyfriends. You know they all love you, but sometimes you question if Zhongli cares about you at all. 

Zhongli breaks the silence between the two of you. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I don’t want you to hide your feelings and worries from me,” Zhongli murmurs.

You press your lips into a thin line, unsure of how else to respond to him. You fear if you tell him about your concerns, Zhongli will roll his eyes and brush it off. Just like how every person you come across in your world. Your concerns mean nothing to them, and they never will. 

You shrug your shoulders and laugh sarcastically. “It’s something we talked about a few days ago, Zhongli,” you reply. 

You look at the bandages that are wrapped around your body. The burns you have gotten from the scalding hot water that was poured all over you. Dottore, Tighnari, Albedo, and Baizhu have been gradually healing your burns. They��ll wrap your (healing) burns gauze after applying ointment on the burns. You’re healing, it almost looks like nothing is there, nor did you have a burn in the first place. 

Zhongli shakes his head. “You and I didn’t talk it out. We as a group did, but I want it to just be you and I discussing this,” Zhongli replies, crossing his arms over his chest and turning to you.

You get up from your bed and begin taking your bandages off. The scars are barely there, and thanks to Qiqi, you almost look like your usual self! Perhaps two or three days from now, you should be completely healed of your injuries. You toss the bandages into the trash can and rub at the ointment. 

“What do you want me to say, Zhongli? That my behavior a few days ago at Guizhong’s abandoned abode was childish and unnecessary?” You ask, throwing your hands in the air out of frustration. “Because if you are, you’re correct. It’s childish and unnecessary,” you rub your temples.

You walk to your desk and collapse on the chair, running your fingers through your hair. You don’t want to talk about it, but it was inevitable. You would rather talk to a therapist about this than Zhongli because having to talk about it is embarrassing. 

“I hate getting jealous over your friendship with Guizhong. Yes, I know you two are just friends, nothing more and nothing less, but I can’t help but let my insecurity get the best of me. I tried to ignore it, but I can’t, and it’s very frustrating,” you look at the ground, swallowing the forming lump in your throat.

Fuck. You’re starting to tear up. You let yourself stare off into space, blinking away the tears pooling in your eyes. You try to distract yourself from the negativity that’s plaguing your mind: Zhongli constantly thinking about the woman that was once in his life, Zhongli possibly leaving you for someone that looks like the deceased God of Dust, Zhongli not caring about you as much as he does for the woman that had perished long ago.

A stray tear made its way down your cheek. “I know I shouldn’t worry or question everyone’s feeling for me, but my insecurity and overthinking makes me question everything,” you chuckle bitterly. You wipe your tears with the back of your hand. 

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Zhongli says softly.

He gets up from your bed and makes his way toward you. You shake your head at Zhongli’s comment. What’s the point of stopping now when you have already started talking about it?

You gulp and attempt to hold back your tears, but the tears continue to roll down your cheeks.

“I never had anyone care about me as much as you care about Guizhong. Friend or not, you still care about her and keep her memories alive by talking about her and what she has done. I wish I have someone that cares about me as much as you care about her,” you rest your head on your knees, letting your tears stain your pants.

Your body shakes as you cry into your lap, refusing to sit straight when you sense Zhongli stopping in front of you. You dig your nails into your legs, trying to stifle your sobs, only for them to come out as sniffles and choked gasps. You feel Zhongli grab you by your biceps, carefully pulling you up and to his chest. You wanted to resist and pull away from his grasp, but you didn’t do it. You let Zhongli wrap his arms around your waist and wipe your tears away while you grip his shirt tightly.

“People never think about me in my world. I’m either their second choice, an afterthought, or they never think about me.” You rest your head against Zhongli’s chest, listening to his heart beating against his chest. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you care about Guizhong more than me. I would pick her over me if I can,” you mutter.

Zhongli grasps your chin and tilts your head, looking into your eyes. He’s glaring at you. Your bottom lip trembles as tears continue to slide down your cheeks. Archons, you most likely look like a mess in Zhongli’s eyes. 

“Guizhong is a close friend of mine. I hold her dear to my heart,” Zhongli says.

You feel your heart breaking after hearing Zhongli’s response. You try to look away from Zhongli, but he has a firm grasp on your chin. Zhongli shakes his head, sighing.

“But I don’t hold her close to my heart as much as I do with you,” Zhongli murmurs. “Yes, she is my friend, and I miss her, but I learned to accept that she’s no longer with us. You, on the other hand, are the present. You mean the world to me, and I would kill anyone and anything that harms you,” Zhongli says, cupping your face in his hands.

You sniffle and close your eyes, leaning your head on his chest. “That still doesn’t change that you care about her more than you care about me.”

Zhongli sighs and presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “Stop saying that, [Y/N]. I care about you more than I care about Guizhong. You need to understand that, dearest,” Zhongli murmurs.

You close your eyes and whisper, “Then prove it. Prove to me that you care more about me than you care about Guizhong.”

You and Zhongli open your eyes and gaze at each other intently. Zhongli closes his eyes and presses his lips against yours. Your eyes shut, and you reluctantly kiss Zhongli back, feeling him hold your head in place. Zhongli backs you up toward your bed until the back of your knees hits the bedframe. You fall back and look at Zhongli, gulping when you see Zhongli start to tug and pull at his tie. If that’s not the most attractive thing you’ve seen today, then you don’t know what is. 

The first thing that came off was his coat, then his tie and button-up shirt soon accompanied his tailcoat that was discarded on the floor of your bedroom. Zhongli bites the tip of his glove and tugs it off while you stare at him with your mouth slightly ajar. Dammit! You’re supposed to be upset with Zhongli right now, not very horny for the ex-archon! Zhongli unbuckles his belt with one hand while pulling you to the edge of your bed by your ankles with his other hand. You feel yourself become flustered under his heated gaze.

Before you can say anything, Zhongli cages you between your bed and his body. Zhongli presses his lips against yours, his right hand sliding up your shirt before squeezing your breasts lightly. You tangle your fingers in Zhongli’s soft hair (he has really soft hair), your hand slowly snaking down to his ponytail and pulling on it. Zhongli groans into your mouth, pressing his erection against your core, causing you to jolt and whimper in his arms. 

Zhongli breaks the kiss before pressing his lips against your neck, licking, sucking, and lightly biting your neck. Zhongli kneels on your bed before sliding his other hand up your shirt, squeezing and fondling your breasts. You throw your head back, pressing your chest against Zhongli’s chest. The sound of your pants and small whimpers fill the quiet air between you and Zhongli. While you’re distracted by the feeling of Zhongli sucking on your neck and fondling your breasts, a loud rip echo in the room.

You lift your head to see Zhongli tossing away the fabric of your shirt over his shoulders, still occupied with leaving love bites all over your neck. You run your hands all over Zhongli’s torso, feeling his muscles ripple beneath your hands. This man is built like a god! Wait a minute. He is a god. How could that slip your mind? Zhongli pulls away from your neck and grabs onto your pants and panties, looping his fingers around the waistband before yanking both your pants and underwear down to your ankles.

“H-Hey! I can’t be the only one that’s naked!” You sputter, heat rushing to your cheeks as you try to cover your naked body from his eyes. 

Zhongli ignores your comment and continues to drop on his knees in front of your sopping-wet heat. Zhongli licks his lips at the sight, grabs your waist, and pulls you toward him. Zhongli latches his mouth on your entrance and begins swirling his tongue and lapping at your juices while gripping your thighs. If it weren’t for Zhongli holding your thighs, your thighs would’ve clamped over his head, trapping him between your legs.

Zhongli continues to devour you, letting his fingers ghost over the small ball of nerve. You twitch and grip Zhongli’s hair, whimpering and quivering in Zhongli’s hold. Zhongli pinches and twists the sensitive ball of nerve with his thumb and index finger, making you jolt and let out a choked gasp. Your toes curl, your back arches, and your tongue lolls out of your mouth when Zhongli penetrates his tongue into your entrance. 

“Zhongli~! Stop teasing me, and just fuck me already!” You whine, gently tugging at the roots of his hair.

Zhongli pulls away from your heat and chuckles, licking your juices off his lips before kissing the inside of your thighs. You take deep gulps of air, trying to catch your breath and process what had happened moments ago. Zhongli knows how to put his mouth to work. Literally, not just by talking about the history of Liyue and the Archon War. Zhongli stands up and unzips his pants, pulling his pants and boxers along with them.

You stare at Zhongli with wide eyes and mouth wide open. You point at Zhongli’s cock and shake your head. There is no way in hell he’s going to fit inside of you with one cock, let alone two huge cocks. Speaking of his two huge cocks, they’re both erect, red at the tips, pre-cum beading at the slit of his pretty cocks. You never thought you would consider calling dicks beautiful, yet here you are. You look away from the Liyuen man, face hot. You tap on your cheek and poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue.

“Zhongli, my love, I think you left out one key piece of information about yourself before we started dating,” you said casually. “I’m sure the men have one…. Dick…. But you, my dear, loving boyfriend… have two dicks,” you choke.

Zhongli strips what’s left of his clothes and climbs onto your bed, hovering above you. You didn’t look at Zhongli’s face, no. You’re staring at Zhongli’s two massive cocks that are pointed right in your direction, dripping with pre-cum and waiting to be inside of you. Oh, dear Archons, how in the world are you going to take two of his cocks?! Is he going to put both of them in one hole, or is he going to put one of his dicks in one of your holes and the other dick in your other hole? How is this going to work exactly? 

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you feel Zhongli brush the tip of his nose against your jaws, his breath ghosting over your neck and jaws. 

“You’re not overthinking again, are you?” Zhongli murmurs, brushing his thumb against your jaws. 

You close your eyes and hold your breath, unsure of how to respond to Zhongli. First of all, yes, you’re overthinking, but not about Guizhong or Lumine looking a tiny bit like the God of Dust. Second of all, how can Zhongli act so casually when he did a meat reveal of a fucking lifetime? 

You gulp and laugh breathlessly. “I don’t think you’ll fit,” you mutter, peeking down at Zhongli’s angry red cocks. 

“Human bodies are capable of carrying babies and pushing an infant out from the uterus and birth canal,” Zhongli says casually.

You look at Zhongli, who looks back at you. While Zhongli is not wrong about that, birthing is pushing something out. This one, however, is Zhongli pushing two of his cocks inside of one (or two) holes.

“Do you not want me to….” you trail off, unsure of how to finish the sentence.

Zhongli cocks an eyebrow at you. “Do you want to try to suck on my cocks?” Zhongli asks, the corner of his lips curving up. 

You gape at Zhongli like a fish out of water. “I-I can try!” You squeak, eyes darting down to his two cocks. Dear archons, they look intimidating. “I can’t promise you I’ll do a good job at it, especially when there are two,” you clear your throat. 

Zhongli leans back against the headboard of your bed. You crawl toward Zhongli and kneel between his spread legs. Zhongli’s cocks are erect, throbbing for attention. You reach forward and grab onto the cock above the other, causing Zhongli to hiss softly. You quickly pull your hands back, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Did I hurt you?!” You ask.

Zhongli shakes his head, gritting his teeth. “No, dearest, you didn’t hurt me,” Zhongli grunts.

You take a deep breath and grab both of his cocks with your hands and begin stroking them. Zhongli’s eyes roll to the back of his head while he emits a deep groan from his chest. You stare at both of his cocks intently, debating which cocks you’re going to be sucking on and which one you’ll be pumping with your hands— the one on top or the one below that?

You lean down and take Zhongli’s cock into your mouth while pumping his second cock with your hand. Your tongue laps over the bulbous tip of his cock, coating the top cock in your saliva while gently squeezing and pumping the cock below it. Other than the sound of you slobbering all over Zhongli’s cocks (and occasionally switching between the two), the sound of Zhongli’s labored breaths and his quiet grunts is all you can hear. 

Zhongli pulls your hair into a ponytail, pushing your head down further until the tip of your nose is pressing up against his pubes. You squeeze your eyes shut, whimpering when the tip of Zhongli’s cock touches the back of your throat, almost making you gag. Zhongli lets out the loudest groan when he feels the walls of your throat tightening around his cock. Zhongli can feel his impending orgasm. Zhongli pulls you off his cock before he can reach his orgasm, panting.

You wipe your lips and the forming tears in the corner of your eyes. Zhongli reaches forward and pulls you toward his chest before flipping you over onto your back. You squeeze your eyes shut to process how your world suddenly turned upside down. Zhongli grabs your chin, tilts your head up, and you slowly open your eyes. Zhongli’s amber eyes are glowing; he gazes at you with lust, love, and desire. 

“Are you ready?” Zhongli murmurs, leaning his head toward your neck and planting gentle kisses. 

You nod, wrapping your arms around Zhongli’s neck. “Please be gentle with me, Zhongli,” you whisper.

Zhongli presses one last kiss on your neck before spreading your legs apart. Zhongli starts rubbing both his cocks between your legs, the tip of his dick brushing against your throbbing bundle of nerves. You dig your nails into Zhongli’s back when you feel the tips of his cocks penetrating your entrance. 

Zhongli slowly sinks into your wet cavern, clenching his jaws when your walls wrap tightly around his cock. You shut your eyes and bite down on your lips, trying to hold in your whimper. The feeling of being stretched out by both of Zhongli’s cock is painful. Zhongli clutches onto the back of your neck with his right hand and wraps his left arm around your waist before pressing his hips against yours.

Your mouth opens in a silent scream, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, a strained groan and whimper coming from you. You wrap your legs around Zhongli’s waist, clawing his back and leaving angry red marks in its wake.

“Z-Zhongli! Be gentle!” You whine, digging your heels into his ass cheeks.

Zhongli stays still, both of his cocks twitching inside of you. Zhongli massages your scalp, pressing kisses all over your neck and face while you’re trying to adjust to having both of his cocks inside of you. Your chest is heaving, your eyebrows are furrowing, and occasional whimpers can be heard coming from you.

Zhongli feels you shake your head.

“I don’t think I can take it, Zhongli,” you whisper, unintentionally tensing your legs.

Zhongli shushes you, pressing a kiss on the side of your head. “You’ll be okay. Just relax and don’t tense up. If you tense up, it’ll only make it painful for yourself,” Zhongli murmurs. 

Zhongli shifts, stretching your hole wider. You whimper and tighten your legs around his waist to stop him from moving and stretching you when you haven’t adjusted to his size yet.

“Ow, ow! Zhongli!” You hissed.

Zhongli mutters an apology, pressing his lips on the crown of your head. Both you and Zhongli stay still for a few minutes, letting you adjust to having both of his cocks inside you. You gradually let your legs relax around Zhongli’s waist, feeling yourself getting used to the size and feel of his dicks inside you. Zhongli slowly moves his waist against yours, rubbing his pubic bone against your sensitive ball of nerves. You grunt and squeeze your thighs around Zhongli’s hips, thighs quivering.

You gently squeeze his biceps. “You can move now,” you whisper.

Zhongli props himself on his biceps, caging you between his arms and your bed. Zhongli slowly pulls out from your entrance. You whimper, your hole tightening when Zhongli pulls his cock out from your heat. Zhongli pauses, leaving only the mushroom tip of his cocks inside of you. Zhongli looks at where the two of you are connected, then looks at you. You nod, signaling him to start. Zhongli slides his cocks back into you, emitting a loud, choked gasp from you. You clutch onto his bicep with one hand and your bedsheets with your other hand. Zhongli begins with a steady pace, his cocks hitting the deepest part inside of you. 

You pull Zhongli down, making him lie on top of you. You and Zhongli trade kisses, teeth clashing against each other. Zhongli breaks the kiss and forces your mouth open before spitting into your mouth. You stare at Zhongli with wide eyes, mouth ajar. You close your mouth and swallow, earning a smirk from the man above you.

Zhongli grabs your hair and proceeds to press his lips against yours while plunging his cock in and out of your sopping entrance. The sound of skin slapping, Zhongli’s grunts, your breathless whines, and your bedframe hitting against the wall is all you can hear. You roll your hips against Zhongli’s hips while he is mid-thrust, allowing the tip of his cocks to hit your cervix.

“Fuck!” You whine, your back arching and your entrance fluttering around his cocks.

You continue to roll your hips against Zhongli’s hips while he hammers his dicks in and out of your wet heat. Zhongli reaches for your right leg and throws them over his shoulder. The new position lets Zhongli’s cocks kiss your cervix. Zhongli slams his hips against yours, and you writhe beneath Zhongli, no longer able to contain your whimpers, whines, and gasps.

The more Zhongli continues to thrust his members in and out of your entrance, the closer you get to your orgasm. A tight coil begins to form in your lower abdomen, making you tighten around his cocks. Panicking, you tap on Zhongli’s shoulders.

“Zhongli, Zhongli. I’m about to cum,” You whine, rubbing your groin against Zhongli’s pubic bone.

Zhongli quickens his pace when he hears you telling him how close you are to cumming. Zhongli’s orgasm is near; he can feel it. Zhongli presses his nose against where your neck and shoulders meet, breathing in your scent. Zhongli purrs and latches his mouth to that area, biting down hard. You cry out in pain and pleasure, the velvety walls of your entrance clamping down on Zhongli’s cock. Your vision goes white, your ears ring, and you become limp in Zhongli’s arms.

Zhongli’s cum shoots deep inside your hole, filling you to the brim. Zhongli slowly removes his teeth from where your neck and shoulder meet, lapping his tongue at the blood that oozes from the bite mark. Zhongli collapses beside you. Zhongli wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to his chest without pulling his cocks out from your hole, plugging his and your cum with his cock.

You mumble incoherently, rubbing your eyes sleepily when you come to your senses. Zhongli props himself up with his right arm and gazes at you worriedly, caressing your face. You blink up at Zhongli sleepily and smile at him shyly, your face heating up with embarrassment. You lost consciousness for a few seconds when you had an earth-shattering orgasm. 

“Are you okay, dearest?” Zhongli murmurs, stroking your cheek.

You nod and snuggle against him, shuddering when you feel his cocks inside you. “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m sleepy, though,” you reply.

Zhongli kisses your temples, reaching for your blanket and throwing it over your and his body. “You should get some rest. I think I pushed you past your limit,” Zhongli says. 

You close your eyes, getting ready to fall asleep in his arms while he lies beside you. Zhongli’s chest is pressing up against your bare back. Zhongli is gently rubbing your hipbone while your head is resting on his biceps, slowly dozing off. Before you can fall asleep, someone pounds on your closed bedroom door, startling both you and Zhongli.

“Hey! We left the room to give you two some privacy to talk it out! Not fuck each other’s brains out!” Childe screams from the other side of the door.

You and Zhongli hear Itto groan. “Why does Zhongli always get the first dibs?!” Itto groused. 

You snort and continue to snuggle against Zhongli. Zhongli kisses the back of your head and continues to rub your hipbones. You adjust your position and wince when you feel your and Zhongli’s mixed cum oozing from your entrance and spilling onto the bedsheets.

“Looks like I’ll be cleaning the bedsheets after my nap,” you mumble, reaching for Zhongli’s hands and lacing your fingers with his, and closing your eyes.

Zhongli chuckles and pulls you up against his chest, his hands slowly snaking up to your breasts, squeezing them gently. You crack your eyes open and look at Zhongli from the corner of your eyes.

“You’re not hoping for a round two now, are you?” You ask.

Zhongli doesn’t respond. Instead, he keeps his eyes closed before lightly thrusting his hips against yours. You groan when you feel the tip of his cocks nudging your cervix. Looks like you won’t be getting that nap you were hoping for. 

Note: And here is the first smut of 2023! Not the best, but you know what, it's good to attempt it again after almost two months. There is this one request that I got that can be turned into another smut series like Crave, only it's different... kind of. I might get started on that soon, but since it's a request that involves all of the Genshin men, it will most likely turn into a smut series like Crave. Taglists are officially closed! I might make an updated version of the taglist sometime in the future, but I'm not entirely sure when exactly. I'm not checking Tumblr as often, but I will try to check it more once I (hopefully) open up my ask box. Another thing I want to add is that I'm not accepting requests at the moment. I'll let you all know when I am, but right now, requests are closed. Anyway, to my new or returning readers, I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3!

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#MMMM DOUBLE DICK ZHONGLI #This was 1000% worth the read #plus the interactions with all the other men too???

[subby-prince]

☁︎ Welcome ☁︎

☁️ You can call me Birdie or Princey ☁️

I’m 20, ftm and I’m pre-t and pre surgery

I’m bisexual and I use he/they pronouns

The resident chubby soft boy! A complete and utter bottom! Your local pillow prince! The list goes on and on!

Pet names I’m comfortable with:

Pretty boy

Good boy

Prince (any variations of this one)

Doll

Sweetheart

Love

Bunny

Any others you wanna call me? Ask! It’s probably something I’d be okay with (I just have a horrible memory qwq)

This is my horny sideblog, here you’ll find thirsts galore! Mostly fandom related because I’m ✨down bad✨ for fictional characters

Please use tone indicators on this blog if you’re interacting with me, (unless we’re moots!) I’m autistic and they really help me out!

My ask box is: ❤︎OPEN❤︎

Ah yes, my dni list:

DNI IF YOU ARE:

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The above list may be edited at any time

I’m open to most kinks, but will voice if something makes me uncomfortable.

I occasionally interact with dark content. Keep this in mind

Some of my favorite characters may be problematic or controversial. I do not condone their actions nor encourage/support those behaviors irl. I will not argue with anyone over these characters and if you feel uncomfortable, please block and move on.

That’s all for now! Enjoy your stay~

Carrd on the way so I can someday unpin this ≧'◡'≦

[subby-prince]

tell me who of your blorbos you'd immediately regret sleeping with due to post-nut clarity

#where to start— #dottore for one— he’d probably keep me for experiments afterwards #uhm capitano— #scaramouche too #literally any of the harbingers?? #I refuse to regret Pantalone though #he’s the exception #oh Shigaraki should be on here too #love him but— yeah he’d either kill me or keep me as a pawn #can you tell I have parental issues lol

[subby-prince]

i love you boys who don’t last i love you inexperienced boys i love you boys with sensitive tcocks i love you boys who try their best to last but cum fast anyway because it feels too good i love you boys that can help it but choose to cum quick because they’re greedy i love you boys who promise that they’re gonna try harder this time just to cum from kissing i love you boys that cum in your pants i love you boys that are criers i love you boys that get embarrassed i love you all

this post is not about cis men or minecraft youtubers

[subby-prince]

👀 I stumbled across your blog and hi, hello, I love your writing! May I please request a Childe x transmasc reader smut, where the reader loves being called pet names? (Ex: pretty boy, good boy, bunny) preferable bottom reader, if it strikes your fancy! 😊 headcanons, drabbles, a fic, whichever you prefer to write!

of course you can! you are so so large brain, this has literally been on my mind for so long thank you so so much for requesting <3

sub transmasc reader + dom childe

no feminine terms used for reader’s genitalia

a/n ;; CS. here, again thank you so much for requesting, i’m serious when i say this is one of the scenarios i have been thinking SO HRD about all the time LMAO, i really hope you enjoy <33 this has a supper sappy ending it sounds so cringey AHAHHA

your boyfriend childe’s pretty vocal during sex, so he’s always calling you little nicknames. he knows that you love it, too, which gives him all the more reason to keep doing it.

he’d do anything to spoil his boyfriend and make him feel comfortable—sucking him off? he’ll tangle his calloused fingers in your hair, “good boy”—he’d chant nearly ritualistic praises every few seconds. it’s the same deal for everything else, too; you loved it and he knew it. and today was no different.

childe sat straddling one of your thighs, knee pressed into your clothed crotch. he mused, watching you desperately squirm under him as his hands trailed up the loose t-shirt you wore to rest on your waist. “look at yourself, baby boy.”

he angled himself to hit a different position with his joint pressed into your boxers.

“childe, c-come on…” you whined, as he chuckled.

“something the matter, ‘bunny?”

you huffed at him.

he got your memo, letting another airy chuckle fall from his lips. “i’m sorry. just one kiss and i’ll give you what you want, yeah?”

“so persistent…” you muttered mindlessly, face burning from the nickname he’d previously used. he pressed his lips against your’s; running his nimble fingers down your waist. you held a hand on his shoulder. he pulled away, leaving you panting and needy—bringing one hand up to hold your chin, he placed sloppy, smiley kisses over the stretch of your jawline and down your neck. “good boy.”

—and there it was. the fatal shot. you bucked your hips against his leg, the whine that left your mouth was quiet and needy. your boyfriend’s hand dipped below the hem of your boxers, rubbing circles on the inner of your thigh. exactly shy of where you really needed him.

“you like that, huh? you like being called my good boy? you’re so good for me, yeah.” he stole one last kiss from your lips, which you happily obliged to give him.

“you’re soaked, baby boy.” bringing one hand to thumb at your folds, he sighed in contempt. “it’s adorable.” now kissing along your collarbone, he gently slid your boxers off, sliding in his index and middle finger without warning.

“nnnhhhaa…” you mewled, he smiled small against your neck. “feel alright?”

“y-yeah.”

his smile widened, bringing his face down to kiss along your stomach, hand gently holding your shirt up. he kissed your hips, v-line, hipbones, thighs—any inch of skin he could find—leaving small bites and hickies as he went.

“those are gonna—they’re gonna stay, you know…mnn!” he interrupted you by prodding at a particularly sensitive spot inside of you. you weren’t sure how he knew exactly where it was.

“i know, bunny. and i’ll be the only one to see them.” he had a point. curling his fingers over and over, his head finally reached so that his chin brushed over the fingers he had plunged inside of you, giving you a lick up the slit of your dick. you covered your mouth.

“c’mon, let me hear you, or i’ll stop.” you knew he was only bluffing, though still obeyed. “good boy.”

there it was again. he licked another strip upwards, somehow prodding at that same spot again, making you squirm. you stared down at him with those glossy, ‘fuck me’ eyes, tugging his hair up so the teasing bastard could meet your gaze. he smiled at the sight. “ready for more, pretty boy?”

“g-gods…” you mumbled, holding a trembling hand on his arm as he moved further up your body. time seemed to slow as he fumbled with his pants, eventually getting them off and giving his previously strained cock a few pumps, groaning softly to himself. you kept your eyes averted from his, fixated especially below the belt. you felt like you could drool just at the sight of him. he figured the two of you were prepped enough—wrapping his arms around you for yet another sloppy, needy kiss. his cock caught deliciously on your entrance, you suppressed the urge to buck your hips up onto it.

childe sighed desperately. “you really are gorgeous.” he rubbed soft circles onto your hip to distract you from the stretch as he bottomed out. “my pretty boy, yeah? my good boy.” you moaned, he rested perfectly against every spot inside of you so well. “can i move?”

“hhaah. please do.”

panting softly, he began to roll his hips into your’s, hitting that sweet spot inside of you with vigor.

“hh-hhngg…i—i love you…” you choked out, he groaned and buried himself in your neck.

“i love you too.”

#HNNG I need this #transmasc reader #•tart #feels like the author looked inside my head when this was written

[subby-prince]

Help from Under the Desk

We must support the gamers in anyway we can 😤😤😤

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Childe x masc!reader

Warning!!!! NSFW below the cut!

AMAB reader, gamer!childe, blowjob (giving), slight choking (on dick), handjob (receiving).

Note: I breathe gamer childe, it just works so well. Also, so happy to be writing m!reader. Also also have an audience survey on my welcome post, or right here, please fill it out if you want to.

It’s been almost a year since you moved in with Childe, and it’s been going well. You two got used to living with each other and quickly became part of each other’s environment. This definitely can be seen in your hobby area, which is where Childe plays his video games on a desk, and you read books under said desk. 

It’s not cramped at all, the desk is super big, so big you can put several pillows underneath and there would still be room for more. You needed a closed area to focus on reading, and when Childe would sit down at his desk to boot up a new game he had just gotten, it would only help you. For Childe, it was much easier for you to be right next to him instead of on the other side of the house. He could ask you if you wanted dinner or help on a stage he was stuck at. It’s good.

Today you were sitting underneath the desk, as usual, reading fanfics you found. Childe was playing some fighting game and you could hear him grunt in anger. After finishing your 4th story today, you came across a smutty one. It was well written, like really well written. There was an increasing heat growing between your legs. You rubbed your legs together, trying to relieve the throbbing.

Meanwhile, Childe just got into another match, he kept dying through. He was trying out a new weapon he’d got from a loot crate, but it didn’t seem to be a good match for him. “Come on man!” You heard something clank onto the desk, it made you slightly jump. “God fucking-” his growls didn’t help your current situation, in fact, his voice was really similar to the one he uses in bed.

You couldn’t help it, so you slide your hand down to the noticeable tent in your pants, lightly palming it. Childe let out another grunt, and your eyes traveled to his legs. He was manspreading, and you could see the outline of his soft cock in his shorts. You rolled onto your knees, placing yourself between his legs, Childe didn’t seem to notice your change in position. Either that or he thought you were going to get out. Your face was inches away from his knee, and you were shaking with anticipation.

“Are you fucking serious?!” Yeah, Childe did not see what was happening below him. You placed your hand on his right knee and rested your cheek on his left one. Staring up at him, waiting for him to acknowledge you. But he didn’t, so you did the next best thing. You moved your hand upward on his thigh and almost touched his cock before returning your hand to his knee. You repeated this process, you could tell Childe caught onto the game you were playing. His leg started to bounce, and he was making more noises than before.

You smirked, “Childe… do you need some help?” Your hand movements got really noticeable, hinting to Childe you wanted to give him a blowjob.

He jolted, and only momentarily looked down at your face between his legs, eyes eager to please him, and waiting patiently to get the green light. "Fuck, fine [Name]. Do whatever," he avoided making further eye contact with you. If he didn't he'd have your mouth already wrapped around his cock, fucking into your wet mouth. You were so happy, you pulled down his shorts, seeing his now hard cock outlining his boxers.

"Thank you, Childe," you smirked as you freed his big cock. It hit his stomach and you slowly pumped his shaft up and down, before putting the tip in your mouth. You heard Childe hiss from above you as you pushed your head further onto his cock. You passionately sucked his cock, at the same time, you jerk yourself off to his not-well-hidden moans.

"Shit, fuck," Childe pressed the mute button when he realized he was being too loud. He pushed back the chair to see his cock innocently in your mouth, with your fingers holding the base. “You are really testing me huh?” You smiled up at him, not noticing his hand reaching behind you to force his cock into your throat. You moaned and whimpered but it was muffled by Childe’s thick cock stuffing your mouth full. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you were starting to lose oxygen. So you tapped Childe’s thigh twice, signaling to him you needed air. He pulled you off of his cock, “you look like a mess,” he commented. You still had your mouth hung open, waiting for Childe to determine when he should slip his dick back in.

Eventually, he did, his cock entered your warm mouth again he let you suck him off. Your dick was dripping in pre-cum, you hadn’t touched it since Childe fucked your mouth. How could you? Seeing Childe drenched in total pleasure, was all you need to come. Childe’s moans got louder, as pre-cum dribbled onto your tongue. Your eyes rolled back, and your hip rutted up into nothing, you were so close. It wasn’t long before Childe started to fuck your mouth again, he choked out a long moan until he came inside of your mouth. You happily swallowed it, pulling the cock out, and opened your mouth, showing Childe you swallowed it. “Good boy,” he caressed your face, before pulling you up onto his lap.

“Well, it looks like you’ve been enjoying yourself too,” by now the match was over, and he could disconnect, focusing all of his attention on you. He wrapped his hand around your painfully hard dick, pumping your shaft up and down. Your moans and whines spilled from your lips, as Childe’s other hand squished your ass, causing you to grind your hips into his lap.

“Ah~! C-childe, C-childe. More~!” you whined out, your legs were shifting in and out, trying to find a way to help you release.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” he whispered in your ear, his hand was covered in your pre-cum. He jerked his hand faster and listened to your breathing heavily letting out a few whining moans. You were so close, you threw back your head, and your hips rutted up into Childe’s hand. 

“‘m, gonna cu-cum,” your moans cut off what you were trying to say.

“Then cum for me,” he whispered it a bit too close to your ear, then kissed your cheek. You unraveled in his hold and finally released into Childe’s hand. Childe pumped you through your orgasm until you gripped his arm, telling him you were overstimulated. “You did so well,” he muttered on your lips before kissing you, “I think I might need your help more often,” he softly chuckled.

“Just say the word, Childe,” You rested your face on his shoulder.

#this right here pleaseeee #I’ll happily be a good boy for Tartaglia 👀 #•tart