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burnedwriter · 1 year

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what type of lover they are pt2.

A/n:i hope everyone is having a wonderfull day this is the part 2 of the previous fic,i changed it a bit bc somebody rported it yet again to be community label,and how do i know that?well said person send me an anonymous ask telling me that they did it,it might be the same person that has been harassing me by sending me hate asks but idk if they are the same,so i changed dottore with xiao,you can find the dottore version here

warnings:overstim,bondage,edging,bj,soft s*x,instructions,c*m swallowing, fingering,!afab reader

A/n:im not responsible for what people read,ageless blogs and under 18 do not interact.

💧Ayato

💧Ayato will spoil you,whatever you ask for it will be at you disposal.from expensive clothes to home decor,he can get anything you ask for.

💧he takes you to expensive restaurants for dates and buy you gifts,when he has free time to make up for neglecting you.

💧He told Ayaka to keep an eye on you when he was away for bussiness,and you ended up becoming best friends,Ayato is extremely happy to see you both having a great relationship with eachother.

💧showing you off to people with expensive clothing he has bought you,that hug your curves perfectly,he cant help but always place a hand around your waist to show to people who you are married to.

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💧He is a fan of bondage,he will tie you hands behind your back just to see you beg for him to touch you.

💧His teasing continues to the bedroom activities too,he loves edging you,he wants to hear you whimper and whine as you get denied of your orgasm over and over again.Its music to his ears

💧finally giving you the sweet realise you were chasing after hours of edging you,what you didnt know was that this was not going to be the only orgasm that you would have for the night.

‘‘Ayato~please i cant do this anymore~’‘you beg desperetly feeling your body tired as you feel your what would be your 4th orgasm for the night

‘‘Oh come on darling,i know you have another one for me’‘he cooed ,his finger moving mercilesly in and out of you.

‘‘Ayato~,im close again~’‘you cried out,as your bosy started to tremble,feeling yourself close again.

Your body shaking as Ayato continued to finger fuck you,your walls squeezing his fingers,your mind going hazy as you reach your yet another climax.

😠🍃Xiao

😠🍃the both of you met when you started working at the wangshu inn,the house keeprers warned you that there is an adeptus living with them,but what they didnt warn you about was how moody he would be.You didnt gave up though and everyday you would bring him his favourite food trying to befriend him

😠🍃At first he told you to stay away from him because of he karmic debt energy that is harmful to mortals but after awhile he grew fond of your company almost craving it.

😠🍃The moment that took your friendship into a relationship was during the latern rite festival,it was the moment were the two of you shared your first kiss at the balcony,while the xiao laterns flew in the background

😠🍃He not always there for you and hes always away most of the times fighting but he told you to call out his name and he will be there for you even if its in the heat of battle,he will protect you until the end.

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😠🍃He has a low drive so he wasnt really interested in sex,you were the first one to discuss it with him.

😠🍃He is really bad at aftercare but if you want him to stay and lay down or cuddle with you,he will not questions asked.

😠🍃At first you would instruct him on what you liked and made you feel good since he had already told you that he has never done something like this and was afraid of hurting you.

‘‘Does this feel good?’‘he questioned rolling his hips onto yours looking at you waiting for an answer.

‘‘yes~keep going xiao’‘you reasured him your breathing becoming uneven and your cheeks flashed red,your mind going slowly blank from the pleasure.

He nodded in response his eyes never leaving your face as he picked up the pace of his hips into a faster one,he enjoyed seeing every little facial reaction that showed on your face by his actions

‘‘Ah~you are doing great xiao keep going~’‘you praised him as he pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm

‘‘xiao~i-i’m close~’‘you moaned,feeling your walls squeezing his cock and sclosely after reaching your release

xiao could feel a small smile that started to form at the corner of his mouth,feeling proud of himself that he was able to satisfy you.

🔥Diluc

🔥The best out of everyone,hes loving and caring towards you at all times.Though grumpy at times,he cant help but melt at your presence.

🔥he invites you to the tavern to keep him company and help him with the customers,He loves seeing you happy interacting with everyone and how they are coming just to chat with you.

🔥late night horse backriding where the both of you get to clear your head after long hours at work,you two get to open up and chat about your problems without getting interupted.Thats when he confessed to you.

nsfw

🔥He puts your pleasure over his,he doesnt care if he hasnt finished as long as you are satisfied,he is satisfied.

🔥He is always taking things slow and gentle,taking his time with you.Touching your body softly like its made out of glass that is about to break at the simplest touch.The only time hes is being rough with you is when he has had a bad day at the tavern but still he will ask you at the end if you are ok and bring you anything you need.

🔥So you decided to repay him back after taking such good care of you in the bedroom.Kneeling before him,your hands moved to his belt unbuckling it.

‘‘You dont have to do this,i will be fi...’‘He said

‘‘shhh....let me take care of you diluc’‘you cut him off and reasured him

Pulling out his cock,you wrapped your lips around the head before you started taking him slowly deeper in your mouth,as he hit the back of your throat,earning a few goans from the man above you.

‘‘fuck~ your mouth is so warm’‘you heard diluc grunting,holding his hips still so he doesnt make you gag.

Looking in eachothers eyes you saw the lust that formed in dilucs eyes.Starting to bop your head up and down into a steady pace.

‘‘Ah~ngh~’‘diluc let out low breathy moans at your actions.

Picking up your your speed into a faster one,one of your hands,moved to massage his balls,making him throw his head back from the pleasure

‘‘fuck~i’m close love’‘Diluc choked,feeling him pulse inside you mouth before realising,you removed his cock from your mouth,swallowing his orgasm.

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dxmoness · 2 months

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Your husband has been having a severe case of the baby fever for a long time now. It started when he saw you taking care of your baby sister. The sight of you carrying the baby in your arms while you make her laugh made him desire to have one with you.

He's been planting small hints and clues that he is very much interested in having children with you. But you were still oblivious no matter how many hints he dropped. So he decided to take matters in his own hands.

“Um? Darling, we don't have a baby.” You say as you look over the things that you and your husband had bought during your shopping spree.

Your husband smiles mischievously. “But aren't they adorable?” He holds up a onesie for a baby for your inspection. Sure, it did look cute, but it was useless if you two did not have a baby to use it for.

You sigh, knowing he wants to hear you say yes. “I suppose it is...” You grace him with a small smile which makes him beam happily. “But my point still stands, we don't have a baby to use it on.”

He smirks as he puts down the baby clothes and walks to your side, leaning to kiss your cheek. “Not yet, we don't.” He purrs in your ear, his hot breath causes you to shudder involuntarily.

Your cheeks grow flush at the implication he is giving through his suggestive words. “What?” You decide it's best to play innocent first because you really didn't want to embarrass yourself if it was not what you think.

He chuckles as he tucks a loose strand of hair into the back of your ear. “You know what I mean, my love.” He gives you a dazzling smile. “I want to make one. Right now.” He pauses. “That is if you don't mind?” He asks softly, waiting for your response.

He seemed so desperate for it that you found it adorable. You nod in agreement. “Okay.” You respond softly, giving him your consent to continue as he pleases.

He did not waste anymore time as he immediately shoves you to the couch, his impatience showing evident in his quick movements. You yelp as you are immediately pinned down, his hand pinning both of yours above your head while his free hand starts dealing with his belt.

“Darling—” You gasp only for him to interrupt. “Hush.” He whispers, silencing you by pressing a lingering kiss on your soft lips as he finally managed to get the belt off. “Be quiet and let me take care of you.”

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komitomi · 11 months

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NSFW DRABBLE, MDNI! afab!reader x various genshin characters

♡ — fingering you until you coat their hands and fingers with your juices, pulling them out and licking your essence and groaning when the taste hits their tongue, 'so fucking yummy' they mutter before dipping their head down to eat your pussy like a starved person, lapping at your folds, nibbling on your clit, making you wince as you grip their hair tightly, they chuckle which causes vibrations to shoot up your body, it only took a few more minutes of them greedily devouring your cunt to make you cum once again, feeling overstimulated you push their head away, but they remain firm and continue licking away.

“We've only just begun, darling.”

Kaeya, Childe, Ayato, Abyss!Aether, Alhaitham, Tighnari, Raiden Ei, Yae miko, Sara, Lisa, Jean, Abyss!Lumine, Ningguang, Beidou.

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bl33df0rm3 · 10 months

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18+ MDNI

SlightModern!Au

Reserved!Men Who look at you from across the restaurant table tilting their head to the side when you suddenly stop speaking. Sliding his hand out from pocket holding the remote for the vibrator settled inside of you.

Reserved!Men That leave gentle kisses along your neck, ever single one soft, agonizingly slow as he let out a slight chuckle moving his hands above the cloth of your nipples pinching them.

Reserved!Men Who's fingers hit the right spots curling them, to get a reaction watching your face contort into one of desperation. HIs words are foul, yet they're laced with elegance, poise reminding you to have patience even if he's losing it himself.

Reserved!Men That let out the most pretty groans and moans any sound of pleasure as they thrust into you, digging their nails into your skin, his face buried into your neck letting out sweet profanities along with words brimming with degradation.

"You know I have a reputation to uphold, I can't have you embarrassing me like that in public again...."

Alhaitham ,Baizhu, Ayato, Xiao, Zhongli, Diluc, Kazuha, Tighnari, Pantalone.

-‘๑’-Note; Next drabble coming soon….,If you have any characters you want me to cover in my next post(Or any request/ prompt for that matter) please lmk via question bar (Renamed Q&R), Comments or my Inbox

Ps; If this is bad, I promise my account isn't always like this, this was a draft i needed to post i've been busy with my daughter and planning my wedding with my soon to be husband.

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makelemonade · 8 days

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MY BOY ONLY BREAKS HIS FAVOURITE TOYS

men who absolutely love to break you- watching with absolute pleasure as you cry and thrash under him, whine about how it’s too much but he knows you can take it- you’re his good girl, aren’t you? such a good slut who is willing to do anything for him! so let him make you cum as many times as he wants <3

he loves to watch the way your eyes roll back, starting to go absolutely drunk on his cock as you begin to babble about it, drool leaking out the side of your mouth. Maybe to others it was disgusting but to him you looked absolutely gorgeous.

He loved how he made you like this- he made you this cock slut who can only fit around his cock. It drives him mad whenever you go to him, admitting your needs, begging to be filled up my his fat cock, because he knows he’s finally made you his offiical

You don’t been remember your own name when he fucks you, but that’s not a big deal, right? You shouldn’t think about yourself right now- only think about how good he’s fucking into you and all the cum dripping out of you <3

ALHAITHAM, AYATO, CHILDE, Diluc, WRIOTHESLEY, Neuvillette, Kaveh, XIAO, WANDERER/SCARAMOUCHE, KAEYA, Zhongli

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taintedtort · 1 year

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prompt ✧ cockwarming

characters ✧ listed at the end

warnings ✧ afab!reader, smut!!!, cockwarming (duh), orgasm denial, petname (baby)

a/n ✧ was feeling a bit devious and decided to write smut… which i haven’t done in months so sorry if it’s shitty

"fuck— hold still, you’re squirmin’ too much," he rasped as his large hands gripped harder onto your waist. it wasn’t your fault, you just couldn’t get enough of him and the way his cock sat perfectly in your dripping cunt.

"‘m sorry," you mumbled, but you continued to try and move. you really couldn’t take much more, you wanted to feel him fuck into you already. however, he was set on just sitting there with you warming his dick.

your fists balled up his shirt in frustration and a sharp huff left your mouth. you tried once more to grind your hips against his, only to be held in place by his strong grip. your head dropped to his shoulder as a plea left you, "please! ’s aching, jus’ move a little!" you were met with a light laugh, causing your face to heat up in embarrassment.

"it hurts?" he asked, voice low. your head bobbed up and down quickly, letting your eagerness show. his eyebrows slightly raised in amusement, eyes darting down to where you two are connected. you heard him hum before his hand reached down and brushed your clit, causing a whimper to climb up your throat. after so long without stimulation, you were far too sensitive.

his rough fingers slowly rubbed circles on your swollen bud, his eyes glued to your cunt. your hips stuttered as a gasp left your lips. your hands gripped onto his shoulders when his pace quickened.

"so pretty, baby," he mumbled, eyes glazed over with arousal. you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, your face burning. his fingers continued to work your clit as he let you grind against him, not seeming to care about his promise of only letting you sit on his dick.

your breath was quickening and your sounds were getting needier, so you leaned forward to press your mouth against his in order to muffle yourself. he gladly kissed back, sharply inhaling through his nose. his fingers kept their pace even as his tongue invaded your mouth. your arms wrapped around his neck and you tangled your hands into his hair as your tongues met.

your grinds got sharper as you started to approach your orgasm. you forced yourself to pull away from his addictive mouth so you could gasp out a whiney, "‘m close."

"yeah? you want me to make you cum?" his voice was heavy with lust. a string of "yes please"s left you as you got more desperate for your long awaited release.

"what if i told you no?" he smirked, eyes shooting up to your widened one’s. your heart dropped at his sentence, but your pussy clenched at the same time. your head shook in a plea.

"please, need it, need you to make me cum," you whined, voice shy. he made a low sound in his throat before focusing back on your cunt. you thought you convinced him, but then you felt his fingers slow. a noise of disagreement clawed up your throat as your arm shot down to his wrist to attempt to keep his hand pressed to you.

your attempt was unsuccessful thanks to the strength difference between the two of you. he was easily able to bring both your hands up and out from between your legs. begs and protests tumbled out of your mouth as your orgasm was ripped away from you.

you watched with a dejected face as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean of your juices. after he pulled them out with a 'pop' he leaned back against the couch lazily, a ghost of a smirk on his face.

"now sit still, can you do that for me, baby?"

— KAEYA, zhongli, cyno, CHILDE, AYATO, scaramouche, itto, KAZUHA, dottore + your fav(s)

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morbific-or-felicific · 11 days

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-AVENOIR Featuring Ayato

Meaning: The desire that memory could flow backward

Word Count: 2.26k~

Description: Your marriage to Ayato is wonderful. There’s only one thing missing; children. But Ayato thinks he could fix that

Edited By: @pretty-princess-peach

You had been in town with Ayato for only half an hour now, and your husband had already, as always, taken every opportunity he could find to spend money on you. You mention that a certain snack looks good? Suddenly, you’re eating it. You mention that a necklace looks pretty? Now it’s packaged up in your hands. You look at a book too long? Now you’re holding that as well.

However, the most inconvenient gift you would receive was whenever you would stare at someone’s kimono with a certain look in your eyes, and before you knew it, you were standing outside of Ogura textiles and kimonos looking for the fabric you had noticed or whatever style you had liked.

Ayato wasn’t always the best with words, especially in public. He maintained his position as the yashiro commissioner to a fault, and he could be just a little bit…reserved. He still expressed his affection for you as best he could, of course. However, that was mainly with many gifts and little affectionate touches, rather than with mushy phrases.

The very first time Ayato had told you that he loved you, it was frankly magical. The two of you had been having a simple dinner at his home, and he had spent almost the entire meal just watching you and contemplating whether or not he should say it. Eventually, you had asked why he hadn’t touched his food yet, and he assured you he was just fine and simply had something on his mind. Naturally, you were curious, so you asked him, hoping to be helpful in whatever way you could. However, when he said the words, “I was just thinking about how much I love you,” with a calm smile and no hint of self doubt, you felt as though you were about to burst with joy. You had been confident that you were in love with him for some time now, but not wanting to scare him off, you had kept it to yourself. You had almost expected that, with the way he was, he might never say it. But clearly, you were quite incorrect. You had immediately closed the distance between the two of you, maneuvering around the table and into his lap the second you recovered from the shock and amazement. He was initially unsure of what to do because he was never very physically affectionate in any remotely public place; however, this time, he got over his discomfort in record time due to the joy he felt from hearing you repeat over and over how you loved him too.

The next time Ayato had shocked you with his lovely words was when he had proposed to you. In all honesty, it was more the proposal that was a shock more than the lovely words but you couldn’t exactly say you were expecting to hear him tell you just how much he loves you in a place as public as the festival that has been being held on Amakane island. Granted, the two of you were alone at the tip of the island under the beautiful sakura tree and mostly away from the crowd, but the second people saw Kamisato Ayato down on one knee they began to gather around. However, that hadn’t stopped him. He had delivered a beautiful little speech and presented you with the most beautiful ring you had ever seen.

Not long after he had proposed, the two of you had gotten married. The ceremony was quite grand and certainly befitting of the yashiro commissioner. You had always been somewhat shy, so being the center of such a huge event was quite difficult to handle. Although, thankfully for you, Ayato had been there for you through it all. When you had forgotten what came next in your vows, he had mouthed the words for you, and when you had started getting scared when you entered the reception and everyone had begun crowding around you, he had immediately made up some excuse as to why he needed to be with his wife alone for a moment, just to give you some space. You loved him with your whole being, and he loved you with all of his.

The two of you made your way to the Kamisato estate. However, the second you stepped past the gate, you were attacked by three little kids who seemed intent on getting the two of you to play with them. Thoma ran out after the kids, clearly trying to wrangle them but failing miserably.

As it turned out, Ayato and Ayaka’s aunt and uncle had come by to visit, bringing their three young children. Their uncle was Ayato’s Mother’s much younger brother, so naturally, their cousins would be younger than them. You had assumed that when Ayato had talked to you about his family, but you didn’t expect them to be this much younger. However, you took it all in stride. You handed the gifts your husband had bought you to Thoma and offered to watch the three kids for a little bit while he got things sorted for the Kamisatos to visit.

You enjoyed playing with the kids, and they seemed to absolutely adore you. You chased them around the best that you could, considering the kimono that you were wearing. You told them stories, and you even braided the girl’s hair while her two brothers pretended to sword fight with sticks.

Ayato felt something stir within him as he watched you play with the kids. He had always been confident that you would make an excellent mother, and having kids was something you both were excited about. However, the timing just never seemed right. But how about now? He couldn’t think of any reason not to. Ayato couldn’t help but allow his mind to stay captive to that thought while he went about the remainder of his day.

That night after the visiting was over and dinner had been eaten, you and your husband were headed back to your shared room for the night. Both of you had drunk a little too much at dinner, encouraged by your husband's aunt and uncle, and you were now holding tightly onto Ayato’s arm as you stumbled down the hall. Ayato was definitely handling his spirits better than you, but you could tell by his flushed face and slightly slurred speech that he was affected by it as well.

At your husband’s insistence, you did your best to go through your nighttime routine, but the both of you were a little… distracted. You had semi-successfully washed your face and were now staring down the prospect of taking off your kimono. Ayato walked out of the bathroom, and you were immediately distracted by the half naked man approaching you. You couldn’t help but run your eyes over his toned body, and you had to fight the urge to walk over to him and run your tongue up his abs.

Suddenly(Read: not so suddenly) he was in front of you, lightly tapping a fist on your forehead.

“Knock, knock, anyone home?”

You smiled and looked up at him.

“Hmm?”

He let out an airy laugh and returned your smile.

“I said, ‘Do you want help taking that off?’”

You took a moment to process his words before nodding. He untied your obi and undid your other belts before sliding the fabric off of you. He took a moment to stare at your body as you adjusted to the cold air.

You both simply gazed at each other’s bodies until Ayato leaned down, rested his hands on your hips, and kissed you. It started out slow and soft, but it only grew increasingly more passionate as the seconds passed. He pulled away from the kiss.

“Get on the bed.”

His voice was commanding and low. So, naturally, you giggled and jumped onto the bed, maneuvering to lay on your back. Ayato climbed over top of you and joined your lips once again. As you kissed, he sat you up slightly so he could toss your bra somewhere else in the room and finally feel your tits. He continued to kiss you as he let his hands wander. Naturally, you did the same. You ran your fingers down his abs and the muscles flexing in his back.

Ayato broke the kiss once again, kissing down your neck and making his way to close his lips around your nipple as he used his hand to play with the other. He drew squeaks and moans from you, alternating his attention and using his tongue oh so deliciously.

From there, he kissed slowly down your stomach until he was running his tongue up your slit. When you felt his tongue on you, you couldn’t stop your hands from finding purchase in his perfect hair. Ayato moaned at the feeling of you pulling at his hair, and you felt like you would simply melt at any given moment. Everything felt so delicious, especially with the state you were in.

Your husband began to slowly push two of his lithe fingers inside of you. He pumped them in and out as he continued to play with your clit. You felt like you were in heaven with how perfect everything was, just you and your dear husband being drunk and in love.

Everything was beginning to overwhelm you, and you felt an orgasm beginning to build inside of you.

“Ayato, ‘m gonna cum!”

Wordlessly, Ayato continued his ministrations until finally you were tipping over the edge. You came with a high pitched moan, desperately gripping your husband’s hair. He gently carried you through your orgasm until you were beginning to whine from overstimulation.

Finally, he relented and sat back on his knees, licking his lips before wiping off his face with the back of his hand, making you blush and let out a drunken giggle as you both came back down to earth.

“I wanna feel you in me…”

Ayato smiled and leaned in to plant a quick kiss on your lips. He wiggled down and stood up at the end of the bed. He maintained eye contact with you while he undid his belt and slid off his pants. You couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled up inside of you or the smile that was stuck on your face.

Your husband climbed back over top of you, sliding his hands up the backs of your thighs and pushing them back until your knees were above your shoulders, your ankles hanging over his. He positioned himself at your entrance before beginning to slide inside of you.

“Mmm, feels so good, Ayato!”

He bottomed out inside of you before pausing for a moment to allow you to adjust to his size. After a few moments he began to thrust in and out of you. You let the sensation overtake you and moans flow from your mouth.

You felt Ayato’s fingers slide up your palms to intertwine with your own, and you held his hand tightly, wanting to be as close as possible to your husband. He connected his lips to yours, swallowing up your moans. The both of you kissed and held each other as Ayato continued to fill you up.

Ayato pulled back from the kiss, needing to take a breath. He pulled one of his hands from yours to brace it against the headboard.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so perfect.”

Ayato was doing his best to focus, but he kept finding himself being overtaken by an urge to fill you up and give you both a child. He continued to fuck in and out at an increasingly fast pace, and you were all but melting beneath him, babbling out pleases and mores. He looked into your eyes, and the love and trust he saw reflected back at him made him know for sure, now was the time.

“Do you want me to make you a mommy, baby? Hmm? Want me to fill you up with my cum?”

The thought made your mind wild. All you wanted was his cum to fill up your pretty pussy.

“Please! Wanna make you a daddy!”

With that, his mind was set. He fucked you fast and deep. He wanted this more than anything right now. You could feel yourself approaching your end with how good he was fucking you, and you pulled him in for another kiss. You both stayed connected until you were tipping over the edge and letting out a high pitched moan, uncaring if anyone else could hear you.

You clung desperately to your husband as he worked towards his own orgasm, the overstimulation almost being too much for you. But Ayato whispered gentle words of encouragement and praise to bring you through it gently enough. Finally, he was getting close. His rhythm became progressively more irregular and rushed until he was finally cumming inside of you.

Both of you stayed still for a few minutes, unmoving and silent, recovering from the experience. A giggle broke the silence when you realized what the two of you had decided.

“Are we gonna be parents?”

Your words slurred together but Ayato understood you perfectly.

“Yes, my love.”

You sighed contentedly and let your body fully relax. Ayato pulled himself out of you and got a cloth to clean you both up. He climbed into bed beside you, kissed you gently on the lips, and closed his eyes.

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midnightmoonkiss · 2 years

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Genshin Characters That Eat Pussy For Your Pleasure Vs Their Pleasure

//18+ MINORS DNI - AFAB! Reader

Uhmmm I just had some thoughts heheh.

Albedo, Ei, Ayato, Heizou, Kazuha, Diluc, Xiao, Venti, Childe

Genshin Characters That Eat Pussy For YOUR Pleasure:

Albedo -> I hope you don’t mind him experimenting with his tongue and various toys on you, scribbling down the results, sometimes doing so while suckling on your clit. He edges you until you cry, maybe if you beg he’ll stuff his fingers in your cunt and curl them until you squirt.

Ei -> She’s new to all this, a pussy virgin if you will. Guide her with your fingers in her hair and she’ll melt between your legs with each praise that slips past your lips. She might just feel the need to slip a hand between her thighs. Don’t be too surprised to feel an electric tingle between your slippery folds as she kitten-licks you to completion.

Ayato -> He’s a busy, busy man, so what better way to please his needy darling than to eat them out on his desk? His tongue easily bringing you to climax within minutes, gloved hands gripping your thighs and keeping you close to his face. Presses a sweet little kiss to your throbbing clit when you cry out his name.

Heizou -> This detective is on the case! Figuring out what makes you break with his mouth and fingers alone is his favorite pastime. He likes it messy, slobber and your own cum from a previous orgasm spilling down his cheeks and chin as you ride his tongue. For the love of all the Archons, sit on this dudes face.

Genshin Character ls That Eat Pussy For THEIR Pleasure:

Kazuha -> A certified pussy-holic, always begging to eat you out. He drags you to a secluded corner whenever he can, dropping to his knees just to shove his face between your legs. He needs to taste you, needs you to cream on his tongue, eyes rolling back in his head as you moan his name.

Diluc -> His favorite way to destress is to have you laid out on his king sized bed, spreading your legs so he can have full access to you. He could spend hours just leisurely swirling his tongue around your clit, edging you until you cry for him. Just wait a bit longer, he’s not done yet.

Xiao -> Pussy menace. He’s practically growling possessively between your thighs, acting as though your cunt belongs to him and him alone. Try and push him away and he’ll nip your thigh, diving right back in to this grand feast. If you just so happen to enjoy it, great, but he’s here trying to drink up all you essence, licking you clean each time you cum.

Venti -> Ruthless bard who gets so drunk on eating you out that he loses the ability to think. Your cries for more make his cock twitch, and he find himself humping you, the bed, or whatever he can shamelessly grind his hips into. Shoves his tongue in your pussy just to pull away and watch as your hole clenches around nothing. Brings a dumb smile to his face.

Childe -> This man is a feral beast, don’t expect him to be gentle with you. Gets really into it, moaning against your pussy as your thighs squeeze his head. He’s delirious, letting a glob of spit drop onto your clit before wrapping his lips around the bud and sucking it clean. He’s prone to making your legs shake so bad and overstimulating you to the point where you have to use the safe word, he just gets so lost.

#albedo x reader #heizou x reader #ayato x reader #kazuha x reader #diluc x reader #xiao x reader #venti x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #raiden shogun x reader #ei x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #albedo kreideprinz x reader #kazuha kaedehara x reader #genshin x reader #n/sfw #afab! reader

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smallestapplin · 8 months

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If only

Cw : obsessed Thoma, reader is Ayato’s spouse, yandere Thoma, listening in to others having sex without them knowing, panty sniffing. Afab!reader gn words. Whore and cockslut are said two times.

Literally no reason for this other than I had a brain worm and just had to get it out.

🔞18+Only please! Mdni it makes me uncomfortable🔞 this work is NOT for anyone under 18.

When Thoma first met you, he greeted you like a friend and was happy to meet your acquaintance, and happy to serve you. You’d stop by every day to meet with Ayato, but always stop to chat with Thoma.

Those were the best moments of his day.

Your laugh was a melody to him, especially when he got you in tears from how hard you were laughing, or leaning on him cause his joke knocked the air out of you.

How your eyes sparkle when talking about something you love, how your voice picked up with excitement to share with him the information of the topic. How your pretty eyes lit up when he showed you new places or foods to try.

He loved you, he wants you, and his heart can only beat so quickly he feels faint around you. Thoma is always doing and getting everything you ask, you don’t have to say anything else! it’s done.

Maybe his love and devotion to you blinded him to what was happening.

When he heard of your engagement to Ayato he was devastated, but never let it show, he’d get to see you every day from now on, isn’t that great?

He played it off on how happy he was for you, how happy he was to help Ayaka with the planning.

He’d get to see you in traditional wedding attire.

But not for him.

Seeing how happy you were with Ayato chips away at his sanity.

Or seeing how smitten Ayato is with you, how he laments to Thoma how much he wishes to spend more time with you. Thoma hates it, he hates every bit of it, but he bites his tongue, knowing he can’t say anything against the commissioner.

But the upside is he gets to see you every day and he gets to keep you company every day, at least until your husband returns, just the thought is Ayato being your husband makes him sneer.

Thoma can’t help but clench his jaw every time he sees you welcome Ayato home so warmly, hugging him, kissing him as you tell him about your day.

And Ayato listens.

It angers Thoma even more that Ayato is so good to you, he just wishes you’d run into his arms for comfort to cry about how cold the hydro user is, just to show you warmth and love.

But you never do.

Only ever wished he wasn’t so busy.

But Thoma smiles through it all, if only so he could see you again.

He hates how he lays awake at night, biting his pillow to muffle his moans just to hear yours.

The thin walls of the estate are both a blessing and a curse.

“P-please! Too much too much- fuck!”

He can’t stop his hips from humping the mattress below him. Thoma squeezes his eyes shut, if he tries hard enough he can imagine it’s him you’re crying for.

He can never hear that bastard who you lay with, which he’s grateful for, as the only one Thoma wants to hear is you.

You sound so wrecked.

A loud smack snaps him from his thoughts, paired with your loud squeal.

“Fuck me, fuck me, oh by the archons- Ah! Gonna, gonna break!”

Thoma’s eyes cross at the sound, so pretty, so perfect, you sound better than he ever imagined! Damn it, he’s going to cum soon. He clings to the pillow with one hand, while the other strokes his cock in time with his rutting, covering his dick in his pre as he teases the tip.

He can’t he needs to hold it, he needs to cum with you, to be closer to you. The wet slapping only grows more frantic as your cries rise in pitch, each shriek going right to his cock.

‘Please cum, please cum- M’cumming, please!’

It’s as if his prayers were answered but the loud sob that leaves you, though he coats his bedding in his sees, he can’t help but feel pissed at the notice of your sounds being muffled.

“Shhh, quiet down my love, don’t want the whole estate knowing you’re my good little whore.”

Thoma nearly rips his pillow.

How dare that- his rage is silenced by your soft whimper.

Did you like that? How could someone so pure like to be degraded? You’re nothing short of perfection, a deity amongst them, blessing them with your presence, and you allow a man lower than you to call you as such?

He’s shocked.

But he can’t lie, his dick throbs at the revelation.

He wonders if you’d let him call you that, oh he’d beg you to be his cockslut, he’d grovel if he had to just to call you his needy whore.

The blonde tries not to whine, as he realizes just how badly he wants that how badly he wants you.

Would you ride him? Ride his face? Drown him in your slick?

He tries to be normal the next morning, but his fire burns bright at the sight of your neck littered in so many bite marks. It should be him laying with you at night, it should be his mark you’re wearing!

He angrily does laundry until he comes across your basket.

You usually help him with laundry, so you do your and Ayato’s clothes while chatting with him. But you’re not here right now, off running some other errands for a surprise for your precious husband.

He doesn’t even hesitate rooting through your clothes, finding the treasure he’s desperate for.

A pair of your dirty underwear.

He presses the fabric to his nose, balling it up as he takes a long deep inhale. his eyes roll back, his body shakes and his hips buck forward.

“Fuuuuck…” he’s already panting, his cock already throbbing but he pays it no mind.

It still has a wet spot, he doesn’t even think about how it got there or what turned you on while you were wearing this, all he knows is it’s a free appetizer.

Shakily he presses his tongue against the sodden fabric, he can’t stop the moan that escapes him.

How can Ayato sit there and refuse you, when you taste this good? Work be damned.

Thoma whimpers stuffing the fabric against his nose again, unbuttoning his pants as he takes deep whiffs of your intoxicating scent. He can’t stop himself, stroking his already hard cock while he imagines you on his face, using him however you liked.

He’s made for your pleasure, he wants you to use him like it.

He’ll happily and without question go down on you, fuck you, be used by you whenever you want, just please!

Before he could cum he hears footsteps getting closer. Panicking, Thoma tosses the panties back into the hamper and swiftly fixes himself, getting right back to work as if he wasn’t just fisting his dick at the thought of you.

“Oh, Thoma. Do you need some help?”

His jade eyes meet yours.

Your smile is so radiant.

He matches your warm smile.

“You don’t have to, it’s my job after all! But I know you won’t take that answer, so your company would be delightful to have.”

You stand perfectly next to him, helping him wash clothes and separate piles into who’s who’s.

“You know, you don’t have to lower yourself to servant work.”

“I know, but I like helping and I like spending time with you.”

His breathing stops for a moment, his heart racing at your words.

“Aw thank you my liege! It means the world to me that you’re so fond of me.”

Now if only you could be his.

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞#genshin smut #genshin x reader smut #tw.dark content #tw.yandere #yandere #yandere thoma #genshin impact x reader smut #genshin ayato x reader smut #genshin thoma x reader smut #afab reader

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wri0thesley · 2 years

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guilty jacking off. they know they shouldn’t want you, but you’re just so easy to imagine when they’re feeling particularly lonely in their beds. if it’s just a little fantasising, what’s the harm - right?

cw: guilty jacking off, not sfw, afab reader implied (no pronouns). mentions of power dynamics (kaeya, diluc, thoma). breeding mention (gorou). double dick zhongli, as it should be.

ft (and thank you to the anons who sent their little requests in for who it should be about): kaeya, gorou, ayato, thoma, diluc, zhongli, kazuha

kaeya is certainly not used to feeling guilt about this. though he does harbour various guilts within himself, generally he considers flirting and sex a pleasant distraction - that is, until you walked into his life. lovely, sweet, and untouchable lest he wish to have any of his under-recruits in the knights of favonius think him a pervert taking advantage of his station, kaeya cannot help but watch you when he thinks you’re not looking. cannot help but correct your form when holding a sword, give a little more praise to you than most people hear from him. and it does not help that you look at him with that wide-eyed hero worship so many new knights do hold for their captains; that you smile and gasp and fervently thank him when he takes time for you. it’s hard not to let that hero worship go to his head - to imagine that you’re knelt before him, instead, treating his cock with that same desperate revenance all to hear a kind word from your superior. it’s hard not to think of your mouth stuffed full, the bulge in your throat, the feel of his hand about the back of your neck as he hungrily pumps into you and relished the feel of your pretty lips wrapped around him. and when he does have such thoughts, there is really no other option than to wrap his hand around his cock and fuck his fist to them.

gorou spends a lot of time at sangonomiya shrine, searching out the divine priestess for battle meetings or new instructions or other such business, when her busy schedule does not allow her to come down to find him - and it’s this which has forced him to pay attention to the shy, gentle shrine maiden who has seemingly been assigned to look after him whilst he is there. oh, he’s incredibly guilty about it - not only a civilian, but a shrine maiden, who is supposed to be sweet and pure and who he knows could never truly reciprocate his advances-- but that doesn’t stop the fact that the merest spike of your scent on the air makes him want to whine and paw at the ground and hope that how hard he is isn’t visible. you’re so sweet to him. one of the first times he had come, you had offered him some sweet treat you’d baked, and gorou had fallen fast and hard - and that you’re always happy to see him, shy but polite, lovely and - to his dog brain - so obviously fertile it hurts him does not do a thing to assuage his guilt. and when you occupy his thoughts so completely it’s no surprise he spends his night, in tents, hoping nobody hears him . . . he imagines you on your hands and knees before him as he ruts into you and bites and scratches at your shoulders, as you beg him to fill you up with his seed.

ayato is terribly glad his sister has made a friend. though she does her duties without complaint and the world at large seem to adore her, he knows her well enough to see her loneliness - and so, your sunshine-bright presence is welcome. he adores the way you bring her out of her shell so carefully, the smile on her face after she’s spent a few hours with you . . . so it’s an awful pity that he can’t look at you over dinner without imagining dismissing the servants and railing you over the fine polished table until you’re crying out his name with your fingers curled helplessly into his shoulders. you’re simply so . . . loyal. so adoring. you have big puppy dog eyes and an eager, friendly nature that makes ayato want to teach you absolute obedience and have you following every order that he gives you as if it’s a life or death situation. he wants you to breathlessly thrust your hips back into his as you pant out, in between his own smooth, measured ones, the question of if you’re doing a good job. he wants to hear you ask how you can fuck him better, how you can make him come harder . . . and it’s the thought of teaching you to be a perfect desperate-to-please doll for him that makes him groan into his fist as he ruts his hips into fine silken sheets.

thoma understands nobility, after spending so long working for the kamisato clan. he understands arranged marriages and what matches are appropriate and which are not - and it’s this which makes him know that no matter how his eyes linger on you, you’re too far above his station for anything to ever come to fruition. when he is schmoozing in his capacity as housekeeper to esteemed guests of the yashiro commission, he does his best to not give you any special treatment - but it’s hard not to notice you treat him like more than simply the help. hard not for him to notice the pretty shape of your lips and the glint of your eyes, to laugh when he’s surprised as you whisper some joke in his ear. he thinks that it must simply be that you are a good, kind person . . . but for thoma, the thought of those lips and that laughter and that teasing smile are most likely to haunt him on nights when he is aware of how alone he is in his bed. it’s those nights he imagines how your teasing laughter would pitch and break whilst you straddled his lap, as he gently thrust his cock inside of you until you were boneless with pleasure with your arms about his neck. it is a good job that he is the one to do laundry so often, for nights after your visits mean his sheets need a thorough cleaning.

diluc considers himself a good employer. he’s certain that the maids and the barstaff and the winery workers would consider him the same; he’s polite if a little distant, he pays them well, he doesn’t get over-familiar but he does make a habit of knowing a little about them . . . but you, one of the new bartenders in the angel’s share, are certainly making this difficult for him. he interviewed you himself, and perhaps (it is shameful to admit it) he may have hired you simply because he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, but you have certainly done your part to make sure that he doesn’t regret it. you’re a very fine worker - which makes it all the worse that every time he sees you, his thoughts are not of praising you for a perfectly mixed death after noon or asking how the sales of his non-alcoholic mixes are going, but instead taking you up to the room he keeps in the angel’s share for nights he stays in town and simply fucking you on the shabby little bed until you’re mindless and drooling and panting with pleasure. nights when he does need to stay in that room and you are the barstaff working are the worst - for, with you so close, how can he not indulge in a little fantasy as he wraps his fist about his shaft and imagines your sweet voice caressing the title of ‘master diluc’?

zhongli has, for most of his existence, had his pick of lovers to take - but times have changed, and he is now an ordinary mortal, and more than that . . . he is employed, and it would be most unbecoming of him to sour his working relationship with the wangsheng funeral parlour by admitting to his desire for hu tao’s assistant. it is not merely that you talk her down from some of her wilder ideas, but that you are well-measured and intelligent and terribly polite to him, as well as very, very pleasant to look at. the sound of your voice shaping ‘mr zhongli’, the little bow of your head, the soft, shy smile you give him . . . ah, zhongli is not used to not being able to simply have what he wants. but work is sacrosanct. even an unwritten contract - one such as ‘interpersonal relationships at work are frowned upon’ - remains a contract, and so he has no choice but to spend his nights lazily stroking himself, imagining you in various states of undress, your wide-eyed surprise at undoing his trousers and finding two cocks of more-than-impressive size, the realisation in your eyes when you discovered the man who wishes you to service him is a former deity who he has heard you profess devotion and admiration for several times. he can only hope that one day, you will grow tired of hu tao, and that little unspoken contract can be broken so you are his for the taking.

kazuha is too polite for his own good. it doesn’t matter that he knows you like him; it doesn’t matter if he can sense the imperceptible warming of air when you catch sight of him and smile, that he notices the way that you seek him out and almost hears your heart beat faster when he is in the vicinity. you’re lovely (whilst you’re worthy of poetry that waxes lyrical about your beauty, his poetry about you is surely not worthy enough). and so, he cannot help but think you deserve more than being weighed down by him. he wants to be free just as much as you do, and even if he spends his nights sleeping on grass beneath the stars by your side (and trying not to wake you as he guiltily slips a hand between his thighs and attunes himself to your soft breathing, imagining how it would hitch if he were, for example, to slip between your own thighs and use his mouth on you until your hands tugged at his hair and you came sweetly and beautifully for him), he wants to be entirely sure that such freedom is always available for you. that, he thinks, is what really loving somebody means.

#genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #not sfw text #zhongli x reader #diluc x reader #ayato x reader #kaeya x reader #kazuha x reader #gorou x reader #thoma x reader #breeding mention for ts #afab reader implied

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burnedwriter · 1 year

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What type of lover they are pt.2

A/n:i hope everyone is having a wonderfull day this is the part 2 of the previous fic,i just realized that i put diluc and dottore in the same fic....if you know you know.as always english is not my native language if there are any mistakes let me know.

warnings:overstim,bondage,edging,bj,threesome,c*m swallowing,exhibitionism, fingering,!afab reader

A/n:im not responsible for what people read,ageless blogs and under 18 do not interact.

💧Ayato

💧Ayato will spoil you,whatever you ask for it will be at you disposal.from expensive clothes to home decor,he can get anything you ask for.

💧he takes you to expensive restaurants for dates and buy you gifts,when he has free time to make up for neglecting you.

💧He told Ayaka to keep an eye on you when he was away for bussiness,and you ended up becoming best friends,Ayato is extremely happy to see you both having a great relationship with eachother.

💧showing you off to people with expensive clothing he has bought you,that hug your curves perfectly,he cant help but always place a hand around your waist to show to people who you are married to.

nsfw

💧He is a fan of bondage,he will tie you hands behind your back just to see you beg for him to touch you.

💧His teasing continues to the bedroom activities too,he loves edging you,he wants to hear you whimper and whine as you get denied of your orgasm over and over again.Its music to his ears

💧finally giving you the sweet realise you were chasing after hours of edging you,what you didnt know was that this was not going to be the only orgasm that you would have for the night.

‘‘Ayato~please i cant do this anymore~’‘you beg desperetly feeling your body tired as you feel your what would be your 4th orgasm for the night

‘‘Oh come on darling,i know you have another one for me’‘he cooed ,his finger moving mercilesly in and out of you.

‘‘Ayato~,im close again~’‘you cried out,as your bosy started to tremble,feeling yourself close again.

Your body shaking as Ayato continued to finger fuck you,your walls squeezing his fingers,your mind going hazy as you reach your yet another climax.

💉Dottore

💉hes not the best person when it comes to relationships,He might be the worst out of everyone on this list,this man is mostly busy making new machinery and doing experiments,some could say hes married to his job instead of you

💉he will make small mechanisms for you to put on your desk,like small ruin guards that can move things around to help you with your chores and also remind you of his presence that a part of him will always be there watching you.

💉He likes talking to you about his experiments and asks for your opinion if you find possible mistakes that have been made or going to be made during his experiment.He always asks you for a second observasions.

nsfw

💉Dottore will make toys for you ,to occupy yourself when hes busy with work or gone in other nations for long period of time.He will also use them on you while he is fucking you too.

💉He has both taken and given you aphrodisiacs,just to see how it will affect the two of you during your spicy time.

💉He is merciless when it comes to intercourse,he refuses to go easy on you,you will be a moaning shaking mess by the end hes done with you.

💉He has let one of his segments fuck you right infront of him,while he watches.

Holding the bedsheets for dear life,the segment pounding into your cunt while the real one was stationed a few meters away from you his legs spread stroking his cock.His eyes glued at your face watching your reactions closesly.

‘‘Ah~hmph~i’m cumming’‘you moaned loudly

You could see that he picked up the speed of his hand to match the pace of his segment,strocking his cock rapidly,his eyes never breaking eye contact from yours

Both of you reaching your orgasms,with one last pump dottore spilled all over his hand while you collapse tired on the matress.

Getting up from his chair he marched closer to you,lifting your head with his hand,softly squeezing your cheeks to open you mouth.

‘‘lick my fingers clean’‘he commanded,forcing his fingers inside your mouth,your tongue twirling around them cleaning his mess.

🔥Diluc

🔥The best out of everyone,hes loving and caring towards you at all times.Though grumpy at times,he cant help but melt at your presence.

🔥he invites you to the tavern to keep him company and help him with the customers,He loves seeing you happy interacting with everyone and how they are coming just to chat with you.

nsfw

🔥He puts your pleasure over his,he doesnt care if he hasnt finished as long as you are satisfied,he is satisfied.

🔥So you decided to repay him back after taking such good care of you in the bedroom.Kneeling before him,your hands moved to his belt unbuckling it.

‘‘You dont have to do this,i will be fi...’‘He said

‘‘shhh....let me take care of you diluc’‘you cut him off and reasured him

Pulling out his cock,you wrapped your lips around the head before you started taking him slowly deeper in your mouth,as he hit the back of your throat,earning a few goans from the man above you.

‘‘fuck~ your mouth is so warm’‘you heard diluc grunting,holding his hips still so he doesnt make you gag.

Looking in eachothers eyes you saw the lust that formed in dilucs eyes.Starting to bop your head up and down into a steady pace.

‘‘Ah~ngh~’‘diluc let out low breathy moans at your actions.

Picking up your your speed into a faster one,one of your hands,moved to massage his balls,making him throw his head back from the pleasure

‘‘fuck~i’m close love’‘Diluc choked,feeling him pulse inside you mouth before realising,you removed his cock from your mouth,swallowing his orgasm.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x y/n #genshin imagines #genshin impact headcanons #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #diluc headcanons #diluc smut #dottore smut #dottore x reader #ayato headcanons #ayato x reader #ayato x afab!reader #ayato smut #ayato kamisato imagines

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zhongrin · 2 years

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drunk (on you)

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, diluc, ayato, kazuha, xiao, al haitham

◇ tags ◇ afab!reader, edging, orgasm denial, oral, overstimulation, masturbation, somnophilia (?)

◇ a/n ◇ pure filth. 'nuff said. sorry not sorry

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

patience might as well be another one of zhongli’s many names.

he’s so patient with you, even as you try to squirm away from his grip, claiming how you can’t cum anymore or how you’re so sensitive. he’s so patient and gentle as he swipes away the hair sticking to your sweaty forehead and cheeks, crooning at how you’ve been so good and how he wanted to spoil you tonight, that you asked for it and he’s just trying to deliver what you want, because that's what good lovers do, right? yes, you’re so lucky he’s so patient, thoroughly making sure you’re ready before guiding you to his cock, for not being a mindless brute and instead entering you inch by inch, for waiting until you adjust to his girth, to the point that you're whining like a bitch in heat and begging for him to move.

he is forever oh-so patient as he fucks you languidly, dragging this burning sensation longer and longer until you’re pleading, praying, crying for him to go faster, harder, deeper.

hmmm. well, he supposes if that’s what you really want, then he can certainly provide….

...... but you never mentioned you wanted to cum, didn’t you?

diluc is always so gentle and aware of his own strength, but seeing you so eager always tests his resolve.

he’s mesmerized as he watches your beautifully divine form bounce on top of him, the way your cunt sinks onto and swallows his hard length, the obscene sounds it makes, the way your expression contorts to the picture of lewdness… you’re so pretty and so good to him, he can’t stop himself from meeting your movements with his thrusts.

a shaky gasp falls from your throat and you still for a moment before going back to work on your sore hips, and your lover grunts in approval as his grip tightens on your thighs. your eyes twinkle under the dim lighting and the adoration in them robs diluc’s breath away, chips his self-control, and overflows his chest with warmth.

as you continue to ride him in a perfect picture of sensuality, he repeatedly urges himself to not flip you over and fuck you to oblivion like what the devil in his head is compelling him to.

but who knows when will his foolish determination snap?

kazuha thinks you must be an expert temptress when you’re kneeling beneath him like this, fully naked while he’s still fully clothed, with his aching cock wrapped within your fingers and your doe-like eyes staring up at him innocently. an ironic description, since there’s nothing innocent about the sinful swipes of your tongue and the hallowing of your cheeks, the sound of you sucking him off mixing with the squelches of your other hand that’s also playing with your own sex.

he wishes he could have done this on the bed, so he can pleasure you back as you deserve, but with the crew potentially lingering right outside the room, he would rather not take the risk of getting caught.

his weeping head hits the back of your throat in a sudden motion, and your adorable boyfriend’s head hits the wall with a loud thump. you look up to him through teary eyes, humming around his cock to ask whether he was fine, but it merely makes him grit his teeth harder, the grip on your hair tightening before he’s shooting his load down your throat.

your mouth releases him with a pop, and kazuha can only watch in half-lidded eyes, ecstasy still making his brain lag, as you stand up slowly - the little wobble of your legs makes him chuckle in his half-dazed state - before pushing him onto the wall further with mischief written all over your face, pressing your crotch against his.

the ronin groans. it seems like there’s no chance of you relocating to the bedroom anytime soon. hopefully, the crew won't be looking for either of you anytime soon...

ayato loves it when you’re being especially obedient, putting on a show for him at his request after a long, tiring day at work.

he watches with bated breath as you remove your clothing piece by piece, letting your hair fall free, tucking your obi to the sides, slipping off your kimono sensually to reveal the lacy garments which are barely covering your hardened nipples and the darker shade of your panties that’s showcasing how needy you are for his attention.

and since you’ve indulged him, it’s only fair that he indulges you, too.

he’s chuckling in amusement when you're reduced to babbling a resemblance of his name, breasts long since freed from the pretty lingerie and bouncing in time with his thrusts. you’re folded underneath him, pliant and mind emptied out of anything that’s not his name, just the way he likes it.

one of your trembling arms reaches out, making a vaguely grabby notion, and he hums before leaning forward, hips slowing to a slow roll as he gives you a sweet, loving kiss, a contrast to his previous actions.

and yet the moment he pulls back, everything is back in full force, your toes almost cramp as they curl from the overwhelming pleasure, lips falling open to continue to worship your husband’s name.

seems like none of the people sleeping at kamisato residence are getting any sleep tonight.

xiao might adore you to death, but he also thinks you're a fearsome entity. the way you move and tease him all day, the sly looks and shy glances thrown his way, how your cute lips curl so enticingly as if it’s asking to be bitten, bruised, lavished with love and attention.... you don't need to spare any real effort to bring such a powerful being to his knees.

yes, fearsome truly is a fitting word, he thinks.

but conquering demons and powerful beings are the things he does on daily for most of the millennia he's lived, and he’s determined to level the playing field.

the first time he tried to eat you out, he was clumsy - he had yet to know your likes and dislikes, unfamiliar with the chart of your body like a clueless sailor on his first sailing journey. but just as he had tirelessly honed his skills with the spear before being proficient enough with it to wield the weapon with his eyes closed, he quickly learned to create a mental map of your body within his head.

and just as how all hard workers eventually reap the fruits of their hard work, he’s rewarded with being buried within your thighs, your soft fingers scratching his scalp as he sucked on your oversensitive clit. four of his trained fingers are relentlessly stirring your insides, his arm already drenched with your cum as he worked tirelessly to help you reach yet another climax. your legs are twitching uncontrollably, lewd moans ringing within his ears along with the indecent sounds of wetness that's gushing out of you the more he grinds against your sweet spots with his fingers.

your walls seize and convulse around his appendages and he gives you a harsh suck, pace slowing as he helps you ease down the mind-numbing orgasm clouding your senses. golden eyes peek up from your shaking abdomen, and xiao's hand holds one of your thighs before leaning onto them, waiting until your eyes find his longing gaze, "… more?"

al haitham thinks of himself as a rational and collected man. no, scratch that - he thought he was a rational and collected man.

but the moment his gaze falls onto your sleeping form on your shared bed, bare expanses of skin shining under the moonlight, all his rationale seems to have deleted itself from his brain.

curious hands paw on the plump of your thighs, slipping behind hiked up shirt - fuck, is that his shirt? - and there goes his composure out the window.

he’s rutting onto you like an animal in heat, strong arms wrapped around your slowly stirring form, and it’s a miracle that he managed to slip his hard-on out of his pants. your lover greets you with a kiss as you wake up, disoriented and discombobulated from the sudden spike of pleasure of being filled again and again with his aching cock.

as you sob and loop your arms around him to bring his closer, he’s growling about how much of a seductress you are without trying, hissing about how you’re practically leaving yourself open like a clueless rabbit in the grassy plains of sumeru’s hills, waiting for a hawk to come and snatch you away.

teeth nibbles and grazes against your neck, legs spread open and held down by his arms, your high hits you unexpectedly, tearing sobs and moans of your darling's name. al haitham sighs, gives you a short moment of respite as he feels your walls spasm and tries to suck him even deeper. he can see that you’re tired and you’re about to fall back asleep. he should be the caring lover who pulls out, cleans you up, and tries to relieve himself in the shower.

amidst the lust consuming his being, he feels you squeeze his hand three times. your agreed gesture for ‘green’.

a curse left his lips, his hips automatically returning to the brutish pace it was before, his sensitive tip grinding against your cervix.

“hah- always so good for me, fuck-”

he’ll spoil you rotten tomorrow, but for now, he’s going to relish being intoxicated by your body, since you’ve so nicely relinquished it to him.

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abbacchiosbelt · 1 year

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will you, won’t you

Pairing: Kamisato Ayato x F!Reader

Notes: Inspired by @cinnamonest’s Kamisato Ayato/Teacher modern AU. Please read her lovely piece beforehand for further context! This is an alternate take on Ayato inviting his teacher inside at the year-end event. Please heed the warnings before you read this one.

Warnings: Age gap [ Ayato is 18, reader is 20+ ], student/teacher with the student initiating, drunk sex.

CW: Not sfw, non-con, coercion, manipulation, implied blackmail, power imbalance.

WC: 4k

Taglist: @babyybitchhh, @chelbizzaro

The sound of your heart beating heavy in your chest nearly drowns out the hum from the celebration happening outside. You shouldn’t have allowed Ayato to lead you away from the crowd, but trying to back away now would cause more problems than it would solve. Seconds pass while you stand, staring blankly until the sound of Ayato repeating your name breaks you out of your trance. The slightest furrow of his brow at your inattention isn’t lost on you, but the microexpression fades so quickly that you think you might have imagined it.

“Go ahead and sit down wherever you like,” Ayato says, gesturing with his arm towards the sitting area. He doesn’t wait for you to move before he continues speaking. “Would you like something to drink? I’ll get you bottled water from the fridge…”

Ayato continues speaking as you choose a place to sit, ignoring the fact that you hadn’t actually responded to his question. His chatty nature was something you had grown used to, but even this was almost too much.

Ayato can barely contain his excitement - he knows that he’s probably overwhelming you, but he can’t stop himself from carrying on. You’re here, and you actually agreed to step away from the party with him. To have you here, in his own home, was something he had only dreamed about. (Sure, you probably weren’t thinking the same thing he was, but it was a good start to what Ayato had planned for tonight.) You looked so cute sitting on the couch, squirming nervously. If only you knew what you did to him - ah, but there would be time to think about that later. For now, he’d grab the water bottle he’d offered you.

Ayato opens the fridge and grabs the water before letting out an ‘ah’ of fake surprise, reaching in to grab a bottle of wine that he’d left to chill earlier that day with the intention of getting you to drink some. It was a long shot, but he had to try. He continues talking to distract you as he grabs the two wine glasses he’d stashed in the kitchen area, opening the bottle and pouring it without so much as pausing in order to keep you focused on what he was saying.

Ayato places the two glasses of wine, the bottled water, and the wine bottle itself on a serving tray before making his way back to you. He places the tray on the table and sits down, making sure to leave a respectable distance for the time being. He watches your expression when you realize that he had brought over wine, your eyebrows furrowing. Before you can protest, he starts speaking.

“I know what you’re thinking, but I insist you have at least one sip. It’s a vintage wine that my parents procured recently on one of their business trips.” Ayato holds one of the glasses toward you. “I’ll only drink a small sip as well. We can toast to the end of the year. It’s good luck, you know?”

You take the glass of wine reluctantly, eyeing Ayato with suspicion. You knew that you shouldn’t take a drink, especially when it was a student. Especially when that student was under the legal drinking age. You’d known teachers who had been fired for less… But Ayato rattled your nerves. His congeniality was wrapped with a commanding aura that made refusing him feel impossible.

Well. It was only one, tiny drink… Right? Plus, it was expensive - it probably cost more than your entire year’s salary, if you were being honest with yourself. The opportunity to drink such a decadent wine might not ever present itself again. It’s not a good excuse, but it’s one you’re willing to take.

“Just a small sip.” Your nerves almost make you back down when you see how Ayato’s face lights up, but you ignore the warning bells ringing in your mind in favor of bringing the glass towards your lips and tipping the wine into your mouth - and oh, it’s good. Light and fruity with the slightest hint of spice, and smooth when you swallow. It’s the kind of wine that would be very easy to overindulge in.

Ayato watches hungrily as you take a sip, his eyes honing in on your lips as you pour the liquid into your mouth. ‘Not properly savored’, he thinks, but the fact that you don’t know the correct way to drink wine is charming to him. He’ll teach you. It really didn’t matter now, though, not when he was witnessing such a lovely sight. He lifts his glass up and swirls the liquid in a circular motion before he takes a sip, savoring the only drop of alcohol he’d planned on consuming tonight. Ayato's cheeks turn pink when he looks over and sees a smile on your face, and fights himself to swallow his sip without choking. The expression on your face was one he hadn’t seen in a long time - natural happiness. Though he wishes it was directed at him, he relishes in it nonetheless.

“I take it that you like it?” Ayato asks. You nod at him, a smile still on your lips, and he feels his face growing warmer. “I’m glad.” To keep you drinking, Ayato had calculated, he’d engage you in menial conversation. He knew from attending many, many work events with his parents that people were wont to use alcohol as a social lubricant, and often took sips of it between conversations to gloss over any awkward silences. Even if you’d only said you’d take one sip, the reality was different.

Ayato begins by asking you easy questions, like ‘How was your school year?’ and ‘Any plans for the summer?’ It’s easy enough to keep the conversation going despite the middling replies you give him. He has to contain his excitement every time you take a sip of the wine, almost unconsciously, between answering him and listening to his replies. You’d ignored the water bottle completely in favor of the wine, which you were downing quickly.

The wine hits your system faster than you expect. The ‘one sip’ you’d told yourself you’d stick to turned to two, turned to three, and then turned to the whole glass. Excuses came easier as your mind became pleasantly hazy, and you don’t say anything at all when Ayato refills your empty glass. You still had a hold of yourself, definitely… You could still get up and leave. Ride services were a call away, so there was nothing to worry about.

Ayato’s questions become more personal the drunker you get, though you barely notice. Your answers come easier, the urge to reply with short quips falling away as the wine melts away your inhibitions. You don’t notice, either, that Ayato has inched closer to you. His thigh is pressed against your own, but you only register it as pleasant warmth rather than an uncomfortable invasion of your space.

By the end of your third glass, your head feels light and floaty. Time seems to slow down, and the feeling in your head reminds you of nights spent with friends in your college years. It’s nice, and Ayato’s voice is so soothing… You should really be worried, but maybe you were wrong about him. Maybe he just needed someone to listen all along.

And then, he asks something odd. It’s not enough to shock you sober, but it makes your eyes widen in surprise.

“Have you ever thought about retiring early?” At the expression on your face, Ayato quickly starts to explain. “You’re still quite young, and you must have other things you want to do. What if you had someone to take care of you so you could settle down?”

What exactly was Ayato asking of you? He couldn’t be serious, could he? Your train of thought was halted by the fuzziness in your brain, and instead of thinking too seriously about it, you giggle. Ayato’s mouth opens like he wants to say more, but he closes it and merely watches as you fall into a fit of giggles.

“You’re funny, Ayato,” you manage in-between giggles. “That’s sweet. But who would be taking care of me?”

Ayato presses his hand over his mouth and frowns. Did you really not understand? Perhaps he had given you too much alcohol. Things could be salvaged, though - he’d just have to show you. When he drops his hand from his mouth, he leans in and clumsily presses his lips to yours.

You gasp and try to pull back, but Ayato’s arms snake around your waist to hold you in an iron grip. He pulls away and sighs.

“Don’t you understand? I’ll take care of you. Let me show you.” You pull away as far as you can, trying to ignore the unwanted flutter of pleasure from the kiss. It wasn’t even a good kiss, but your drunken brain registered any modicum of pleasure as something worth chasing.

“W-we can’t, Ayato,” The words spill from your mouth, and Ayato huffs, impatient.

“We can,” he states. “You’re not my teacher any longer.” Ayato leans forward and captures your lips again, your brain fizzing out as his tongue swipes at your lips. It’s not awkward any longer, the stolen kiss from earlier simply a fluke. Every logical part in your brain is telling you to pull away, but the part of you that wants to feel good drowns it out, though just barely. Even though your response is delayed, Ayato responds with enthusiasm when he feels you lean into the kiss instead of pulling away again.

When he breaks the kiss for a second time, his face is flushed. It’s the most undone you’ve ever seen him look. A sudden wave of dizziness hits you and Ayato gives you a sympathetic look, clicking his tongue.

“You’re probably overheating. Let’s get you out of those hot clothes.” His words don’t register until you feel his fingers at the hem of your shirt.

“No, that’s… It’s too much.” You protest. Ayato hums in acknowledgment but presses on. Any squirming you do is nothing compared to his strength. You’re helpless against him as he removes your shirt, neatly folding it before placing it on the edge of the couch. You hate to admit that the cool air against your skin does feel good. No - it shouldn’t, but then Ayato’s cold hands are skimming across your sides and you can’t think—

You should stop him. You really should. But then his hands are pushing your bra up and baring your breasts to him, nipples already hard. The shame you feel is fleeting when Ayato dips his head down and licks a stripe up your neck before he begins to press hurried kisses down your chest.

It feels good. It feels wrong. The pang of arousal in your stomach is undeniable, but it churns in disgust all the same. What should you do? What can you do when Ayato is looking at you like that?

Ayato, for his part, is barely holding on to what little control he has left.

Ayato, always so careful about the image he projects, can barely contain himself at the sight of your bare breasts. He dips forward and places his lips over your right nipple, experimentally sucking at the hardened bud. The moan that rumbles from your chest spurns him forward, and he responds by flicking his tongue across the tender nub a few times before switching back to sucking on it. He’s so hard beneath his slacks that he feels like he’s about to burst - but Ayato is determined to properly worship you. If his words couldn’t sway your opinion, his body would have to do. He’d show you.

“S’too much,” You mumble. The haze clouding your mind and the heaviness in your limbs prevent your thought that you need to push him away before it goes too far. This was beyond inappropriate (as if it hadn’t been beyond inappropriate three glasses of wine ago), but if you could stop him now, the two of you could just forget this happened. “Ayato,” you say, with more force.

He pulls off of your nipple with a pop, his face flushed. Ayato’s gaze finds yours right away, the hunger in his eyes evident. The intensity of his look sends a shiver up your spine, and it’s at that moment that you realize there’s no stopping him. From the second you’d agreed to come to this party, he must have had things planned out. Ayato had no doubt realized you’d come to an understanding, and promptly dipped his head back down to give your left nipple the same attention he’d given your right.

Ayato sucks fervently at your nipple while his hand comes up to pinch your already-abused bud, his nimble fingers tweaking and pulling at it with inexperience. His inexperience is made up for by his affinity for quick learning, and it only takes a few minutes for him to start using his fingers in a way that feels good. You moan unabashedly as he works your chest, aided by the wine you’ve consumed. The full effects of the alcohol had hit you with full force by now, and you were helpless to do anything but accept what Ayato wanted to do to you.

Ayato wants to worship you - wants to explore your body in full until he knows you inside out, but his lack of experience with sex is pushing him to get his cock inside you over doing anything else.

There will be a next time, Ayato knows. He’ll show you as many times as he needs to that he’s perfect for you, that he’s capable of giving you the life you should be living.

Ayato lifts his head from your chest and takes in the blissed-out expression on your face, his cock twitching. The wine was the right choice, and though he’d rather you be fully present, the brainless state you were in was getting to him more than he’d like to admit. He doesn’t linger on the thought too long, instead moving to take off your pants. Ayato doesn’t bother admiring your panties, quickly removing them and placing them to the side before he’s tugging his cock out of his pants.

You know what’s coming, and you weakly protest again, whining when Ayato awkwardly presses your legs to the side.

“Nooo,” you whimper, weak. “I can… use my hand. Or my mouth,” You let the words fall from your mouth, desperate. “We can’t…”

Ayato slides between your legs, ignoring your protests, and brings one of his hands up to cup your chin. “It’s okay,” He coos. “You’ll be my first. I want it to be you.”

His words feel like a punch to the stomach. It made it all the worse. You can’t do it, you can’t be that for him. “But—” You start to protest, but the nudge of Ayato’s cock against your slit makes you startle. Any words you had left to say in an attempt to persuade him die in your throat. Arousal burns hot in your stomach again, your body responding to stimuli despite the dismay swirling in your mind.

Ayato has to stop himself from burying himself inside of you in one stroke. Just the touch of his sensitive cock against your slick pussy made him feel crazed. He understood now why so many of his peers were desperate to sneak away and fuck at every opportunity. He’d read things and watched porn, of course, but being a breadth away from fucking his longtime obsession was better than anything he’d ever fantasized about.

He can’t wait any longer.

Ayato uses his free hand to grab your hip and drags his cock through your pussy lips once more before he presses into you, his head catching your entrance after a few sloppy attempts.

Just the tip of his cock inside your warm walls makes Ayato groan, the hand around your hip tightening into a painful grip. You whine at the stretch as he continues to push forward. His cock was thick, and though your arousal helped, it’d been a long time since you’d been fucked - let alone by such a thick cock.

Ayato rubs his thumb against your cheek as he continues to press into you, attempting to soothe you while trying to focus on not coming instantly. He lets out a guttural noise once he’s sunken to the hilt - he never imagined that sex would feel this good. The fact that his virgin cock is inside of you makes the feeling beyond euphoric. He squeezes his eyes shut, knowing that if he meets your gaze or looks down to see where the two of you are connected, he’ll come instantly.

“You feel so good,” Ayato huffs, not daring to move. “I can’t ever let you go.” His sudden possessive tone startles you, and the gravity of the situation seems to hit you all at once. The pleasant haze you were in dissipates, and you squeak out a panicked noise. Ayato’s eyes open, unable to resist the temptation to look at you.

“O-oh, fuck,” Ayato breathes out, biting down hard on his lip as his orgasm hits without warning - the look on your face combined with everything else was too much for him to bear. He keeps his gaze locked on yours as he comes, each throb of his cock so intense that you can feel it against your walls. His fingers grip your hip with such force that there are certain to be bruises left on those spots in the morning.

Ayato’s face flushes bright red. It’s the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen him look. “I’m so sorry,” he blurts out. He doesn’t make a move to pull out, though. Ayato closes his eyes for a moment and grounds himself, breathing in and out. You wouldn’t judge him, would you? No… He knew you weren’t that sort of person. Before you can even try to move away or speak up, you feel his cock hardening inside of you. Your eyes widen in surprise.

“Please, we can’t,” You start rambling, trying to pull yourself back and away. Ayato’s grip on you is like iron. His eyes fly open, the hungry expression you’d seen before painting his gaze once again. “You came inside, we have to… Have to do something about it. Please, Ayato—”

“Shh.” Ayato presses a finger to your lips and smiles. His cock twitches inside of you, and he sighs. “We can’t end on that note. You wouldn’t deny me a good first time, would you?” He experimentally pulls out until just his tip is resting inside of you before he shoves himself back in, the cum inside of you making a squelching noise. It makes your stomach turn. “It’s the least you can do if you don’t agree to my offer,” Ayato purrs. The speed at which he had recovered control of the situation was nothing less than you expected from the prestigious teen, but to experience it in this situation made your blood run cold.

You lay there, tears beginning to spill down your cheeks, as Ayato continues to violate you.

At some point, you must have blacked out. When you wake up, you’re cleaned of any mess and dressed in your clothing again. You blink wearily, heart stopping for a moment when you spot Ayato above you - and then you realize your head is laying on his lap. You try to spring up, but nausea roils in your stomach and you’re forced to lay back down.

“Don’t try to get up so fast,” Ayato scolds. He runs a hand across your forehead, clicking his tongue. “You still feel quite hot. You must have drank too much.”

It feels like you’re in a different reality than him. Was he just going to ignore what he’d done? How much time had passed? Seeming to read your mind, Ayato smiles.

“We can talk about that in the morning. You were only out for about an hour.” Ayato gently lifts your head from his lap and stands, offering his arm to you. Knowing that you otherwise might tumble over, you reluctantly take it.

“I need to get home,” you start, but Ayato hushes you as he begins to lead you out of the lounge.

“You’ll stay here, of course.” Ayato’s tone leaves no room for arguments. “My parents are gone, and Ayaka is going to a friend’s house tonight. All the housekeepers know to remain out of this wing until tomorrow morning.” Ayato continues, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Besides, you’re still drunk. It’d be irresponsible of you to drive.”

“Then I’ll call a ride service,” You protest. Ayato frowns, but you press on. “I can’t stay here. We… I… I already messed up. I need to get out of here.” Your words grow more hurried as you speak, panic starting to rise in your throat. “P-please, just give me my phone.”

Ayato shakes his head and tuts. “No. I already told you what’s happening. The guest room is already done up for you.” He pauses and then raises one eyebrow. “Or you can stay in my room. I certainly wouldn’t mind.”

You scoff, and your stomach rolls again. You just wanted to be left alone. There was no point in arguing with him further. Your phone was gone, and it was unlikely you’d be able to snatch his phone. Any technology was sure to be locked down by passwords, and it was highly unlikely there were any landlines. You were well and truly stuck for the night.

“Fine,” you say. “Take me to the guest room.”

“Good girl,” Ayato coos. It makes you want to scream. “Though I’d prefer you to stay in my room, I think some alone time will be good for you. You’ll be able to think about my offer and reflect on what happened tonight.” Ayato doesn’t wait for a reply and begins to walk you out of the lounge and toward the bedrooms. He continues to speak as he guides you, his voice soft. “In the morning, Thoma will be here. He’s an excellent cook, and I’ve told him so much about you… Ah, I can’t wait for you to meet him.”

As you’re walking through the halls, Ayato’s hand tight on your arm, you can faintly hear the party continuing outside. It occurs to you that someone will notice you’re missing and that maybe Ayato had overlooked such a glaring detail. You wrestle against bringing it up or not, but Ayato interrupts your thoughts as if he can read your mind.

“Don’t worry about your absence from the party. I don’t wish to offend you, but the other students probably didn’t even notice you.” He gives you a sympathetic look, and your mouth curls into a frown. “They’re more worried about getting alcohol. Even if someone were to notice, they’re not going to remember by the end of the night.”

Ayato stops in front of a door at the end of the hall, producing a key from his pocket to unlock it. You eye it warily, realizing that the door only locks from the outside.

So quickly had Ayato’s charm turned to cunning, his kindness laced with poison.

Before he unlocks the door, he leans forward and presses a kiss to your cheek. “I know that’s not much compared to what we just did,” he says, voice airy. “But I don’t want to get carried away. You’ll certainly need tonight’s rest.” He chuckles as he finally unlocks the door, holding it open for you. You slink inside and turn to shut the door, finding that Ayato is still standing there.

“What?” You ask flatly.

“I just wanted to tell you good night,” he says, practically pouting. “And to remind you of my offer.” Ayato slips his phone from his pocket and fiddles with it for a moment before turning it in your direction, revealing the screen to show a paused video of your naked body, wine glass placed in your hand. Your eyes widen, and you really think you might throw up. “There’s more,” Ayato says. “But I’ll keep those to myself for now. Just give my offer serious thought, okay?”

There’s nothing more you can say to him. Bile rises in your throat as Ayato bids you good night and shuts the door behind him, the clink of the lock latching sealing your fate for the night.

#my writing #not sfw #non con cw #dub con cw #genshin impact.txt #genshin impact x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #dark content #dead dove do not eat #age gap cw #student/teacher cw #see the post for more warnings #afab reader #credit for the original concept goes to @cinnamonest #please read her fic first for context!#link to it is in the description

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bl33df0rm3 · 10 months

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18+ MDNI

Modern!AU, College!AU

Perverted Professer!Men Who's eyebrows perk up when you say you'll do anything to get your grades up, desire, arousal and anticipation dancing in his Iris.

Perverted Professer!Men That always seems unbothered by your lips latched around him mid lecture, only taking a deep breath in as a sign of him releasing.

Perverted Professer!Men Who relishes in your shaky and desprate breaths as his hands clasp around your mouth, cooing in your ear to stay quiet just a little longer..

Perverted Professer!Men Who playfully laugh giving you a genrous pat on the back as his next cluster of pu pils rush in, waving to you as you head to your next lecture.

Perverted Professer!Men Who flash you what seems like a kind smile to others but a smug smile to you, his eyes focusing on the just smallest drop of his essence you wiped away. "Remember i'm always happy to help L/N"

Tighnari,Zhongli, Ayato, Baizhu, Diluc, Kaeya, Alhaitham, Albedo, Heizou, Kaveh,

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bboricha · 1 year

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y...yes, sir! anything you say, sir! || bori's 1k special - part 1

➳ pairings: al haitham, ayato, baizhu, childe, cyno (separate) x subordinate afab!reader ➳ part 2 with diluc, heizou, tighnari, venti, and zhongli coming soon! ➳ cw: not proofread, a bit of power play (duh... they're your boss), oral (m and f!receiving), dry humping (on a shoe lol and mattress), exhibitionism, deep throating, swallowing, face fucking, dumbification, mentions of impregnation (ayato), marking, mentions of tying up hands, overstimulation, unprotected, aphrodisiac (baizhu), kinda dubcon, fingering, you're a cicin mage in childe's blurb, mention of marriage in ayato's, lmk if i've missed any...!

➳ synopsis: what would happen to you as their subordinate...?

al haitham x secretary afab!reader

you’ve met al haitham several times before… the whole mess all the sages have gotten themselves into. it was only natural, being the grand sage’s secretary and all, you would often deliver documents and knowledge capsules between the two of them. you never really thought too much of the man and neither did he think anything of you. sure, he was, well, younger than some of your colleagues, a vision holder, and… undeniably attractive.

maybe that’s why you’ve found yourself in this position. underneath the grand sage’s desk with a mouthful of the acting grand sage’s dick. you cannot believe the amount of control this man has talking to a matra with a straight face and unwavering voice despite being balls deep into your throat. not to mention, he keeps fucking his shoe against your clothed cunt and you’re absolutely sure that both his shoe and your panties are drenched at this point. you moan on his cock, the vibrations seemingly doing something for him as you hear his voice audibly hitch and his hand fly immediately for your hair, tugging at it as if to warn you.

it wasn’t your fault, it really wasn’t. if he would just stop using his shoe on you, order the matra to leave, and finally fuck you on his desk, you both wouldn’t be in this predicament. you’re almost led to believe that maybe he likes the idea of being caught, but then it dawns on you that he just actually likes seeing you anxious. this asshole only likes seeing you in this predicament, because he couldn’t care less about what others think about him. caution to the wind, you guess, and gulp down another whine, swallowing and stretching your throat out to make room for him even deeper as he digs the tip of his stiff sole against your clit.

you’re so close and you can feel that al haitham is too. with the way his dick is twitching in your mouth, you decide to speed up your ministrations and apparently so has al haitham. you tune in a bit, noticing that their conversation is about to end as he hits a certain spot, noticing you falter and begins to abuse it. it’s becoming harder and harder to stay quiet with how his shoe works itself so well against your cunt, your slick aiding in the feeling. you’re about to pull out to cover your mouth when you hear the door click shut as al haitham pushes your head, your nose hitting his abdomen with ropes of his cum sticking to your throat. you’re shaking at the feeling—at the fact that him using you like a fucking sleeve made that coil snap and you spill your essence all over his shoe.

he yanks you up from your knees before the cogs in your brain could generate another thought, forcing your mouth open by pushing down your tongue with his thumb, making sure you’ve swallowed every last drop.

“you’re a competent secretary, by the way. i can see why you were kept around—your services are much needed everyday in my office.”

kamisato ayato x retainer afab!reader

you grew up with the kamisatos, your family serving them as their retainers. your parents served the former heads while you were taught from a young age to serve their heirs. when the former kamisato heads had passed, your parents began to serve ayato, until he had dismissed them—told them they should retire and enjoy themselves—something he had wished his parents had the chance to do as well. and so you inevitably became his personal retainer again. not that you were complaining, no, but it was different from when the two of you were children. things like helping him bathe, get dressed, and aiding him at the crack of dawn—it just wasn’t the same anymore.

especially considering that tending to his nightly duties included him being balls deep inside of you. face down, ass up, your kimono disheveled and almost in tatters, ayato muttering something about how he’ll buy you a new one, one that he’ll personally pick out—to him, it’ll be a sign of ownership. he kept his focus on plowing into you, gripping your hips so hard every night that you’re afraid you might find indents of his fingers one day, your insides already having molded to the shape of his dick.

you’re biting his sheets, trying so hard to not make a noise when he pulls out, maneuvering you over onto your back. he slips a thumb into your mouth as you suckle on it, much to his enjoyment, as he tells you to not muffle yourself. he pushes his length back inside, bottoming out when he caresses his hand over the bulge, admiring the sight and drags his hand back to your hips (where it belongs) and begins thrusting yet once again. you’re full on moaning now, relishing in the way ayato hits every place that makes your eyes roll back with his fingers playing with your clit, making the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter with every thrust.

when your orgasm hits, your hands fly to your face in embarrassment, blocking out any sounds leaving your mouth and covering yourself so ayato doesn’t see what a blushing mess you are. he tsks to himself, one that you can hear, but quickly throws whatever thought he had away, replacing it with the idea that he has all night to rid of those hands that’s hiding your beauty from him. perhaps maybe with your obi, or maybe a bright, red rope? how about both? what other sounds will he be able to hear tonight, what cries will he be able to coax out of you, he wonders, melodies that he can’t wait to hear.

his cock twitches inside of you at his own imagination. he leans down, his body almost flush against yours as he kisses your temple, placing a hand on the top of your head as his thrusts suddenly increase in speed, signaling him close to release. you’re whining at the overwhelming sensation, biting into his shoulder to help muffle your moans when ayato stills, pushing himself as deep as he can reach as he cums inside, his warmth filling you up.

“if this sticks, maybe this will give you a reason to finally marry me.”

baizhu x assistant afab!reader

you’ve been baizhu’s helper since he saved your life a few years ago. he had found you battered up and injured when he was visiting qingce village. it was only after he took you back to bubu pharmacy to take care of you, a complete stranger, were you able to recover. you didn’t know how else to pay him back, nor did you really have anywhere else better to go, so you asked for him to take you in, and he obliged, greatly appreciating the help. he especially appreciates your help in aiding him develop a new medicine.

one that involves his hand in your underwear. he coated the “medicine” on his tips of his fingers before shoving it down your pants, caressing it against your clit, massaging the substance in your insides. he pushes a finger to your entrance slowly, coaxing it in as it begins to make you tingle, your body heating up. you’re starting to get needy, grabbing at baizhu’s wrist when he keeps going agonizingly slow, and to your surprise, he lightly pushes your hand off. he says you have to be patient, that he’s making sure you’re properly absorbing the medicine, that he doesn’t want to hurt you, telling you all of this with a grin, not showing any hint of concern.

he finally pushes in a second finger, making you cum instantly around his fingers to his delight. it’s working beautifully on you, perhaps a little too well when you grab the hem of his jacket as he’s about to pull away, asking for more. he wasn’t actually going to stop, it’s not like he went in this purely for research purposes, but the way your cheeks are flushed, beads of sweat dripping down into the crevices of your shirt, the rise and fall of your chest from him riling you up—it’s enticing. he’ll just have to make a mental note for later and tend to you now, after all, it’d be cruel of him to leave you like this when you’re asking so nicely, right?

he tells to come to the edge of the bed, enough so that your ass is almost hanging off as he peels off your underwear, watching how it clings to your messy cunt, sticky with your cum and slick. he wets his lips in anticipation, wondering how well your essence has soaked up the aphrodisiac as he licks a stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste. he can already feel it getting to him as well, the residue or whatever was left on you, he figures, is still doing its job. either from the high of knowing how effective his medicine is or the effects really kicking in, he starts to eat you out with fervor, lapping up everything you have to give him, the noise so obscene that they bounce off the walls of his room.

you don’t have the time to feel ashamed by how loud it is, your hands going to tug on his hair as he grunts in response, the vibration of it ripples against you making you moan. he focuses his tongue on your clit, licking and suckling the tiny bud as he shoves two fingers into you, saying something about how you’re still tight even after an orgasm and his drug combined. he’s rutting himself against the mattress of his bed, his clothed cock desperate for any sort of friction as he feels you tightening up around his fingers for a second time tonight.

he curls his fingers, thrusting them in and out as he watches you unravel on his tongue, the sight one to behold. he gently fucks you on his fingers through your orgasm as he cums against his tight pants, slurping up your release as he stands up, unzipping himself to reveal his still hard length.

“there are still more tests to run, i’m afraid, before i can put this medicine on… our shelves, you see.”

childe x cicin mage afab!reader

you, a regular cicin mage, have been assigned to work closely under the 11th harbinger, tartaglia, your immediate response being nothing but a simple “fuck.” you’ve met the harbinger before and you immediately didn’t know how to feel about him. he was so… odd? so… kind? compared to the other harbingers at least, and on the contrary you actually felt the need to be even more wary with him. your first couple months working under him were quite fine. in fact, he was a great boss, he was kind and understanding and after a bit, you’ve completely adapted to being by his side.

that is until he drags you to a harbinger meeting, forcing you to sit next to him as he places a hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. he’s stroking the soft flesh, his pinky occasionally brushing over your clit, covered by your leotard. you’re lucky that the other harbingers can’t see what’s going on, though, they seemed to not care for your existence and presence at the meeting anyways. you try to brave up, attempting to push his hand away when he doesn’t relent, completely ignoring any signals you’ve been giving him, participating in the meeting as if he’s absolutely unfazed.

he goes from being subtle to shameless rubbing the nub, not hiding his intentions whatsoever, especially when he pushes your leotard to the side, playing with you skin to skin. your hands cover your mouth, not caring about what the other harbingers might think at this point when tartaglia dips a finger inside your entrance, slowly coaxing it in as he watches your expression, choosing to put in a second. the stretch is divine, two of his fingers already proving to be larger and deft, feeling better than whatever you might be able to do to yourself, and you’re confused. how is he touching you so skillfully? as if he’s already familiar with your walls and every crevice, curling the tips of his fingers to hit your favorite spot with every thrust.

you’re unaware of the obscene noises the two of you have been making, painfully unaware of how the jester has already brought this meeting to an end, some of the harbingers completely ignoring you both as they exit, others shaking their heads in disgust. you’re resting your head against your arms on the table, trying your best to hold in your moans despite having no reason to do so at this point while tartaglia gets more bold with his movements, ripping your leotard for better access and movement.

the squelching sounds and your heavy breaths bounce around the walls of the wide hall, ricocheting back towards you, only adding to your nearing release. tartaglia can feel the way you’re tightening around his fingers, fastening his ministrations until you cum. he groans at your pussy convulsing against him, the bulge in his pants growing larger and larger as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“darling, i think you’re gonna have to… work overtime tonight, am i clear?”

cyno x matra afab!reader

you’ve never really been a good subordinate, always skipping out on meetings as you deem them unnecessary, opting out on drinking with your colleagues, never listening to cyno. it’s not like you can help it, honestly. you have your own way of doing things and you still manage to get the job done regardless, so is there really any harm to your methods? technically no, and cyno has yet to really do anything substantial that could threaten your position, so you decide to test his patience.

his patience that apparently isn’t limitless, you’ve figured out. by…well, you know, the way he’s fucking you against the shelves in the house of daena. he’s keeping you captive, trapping your body with his as it takes all of your willpower and concentration to not make any noise—to not attract any attention towards you both. his chest is flush against yours, his cock fully submerged within you as you grip the shelf for some sort of purchase with one hand, the other desperately covering your mouth.

you can feel his breath, hear every groan that escapes his lips right next to your ear, the sensation only turning you on even further as his hand finds its way underneath your shirt, choosing to play with your nipple. he gives a particularly sharp thrust, as if he’s trying to elicit some sort of noise from you, saying something about how he’s been needing a reason to punish you, about he’s been waiting for this “opportunity” for a long time. his words are lost on you, could you not comprehend simple sentences anymore or was he spouting pure nonsense? you’re not sure, your head foggy from how slow he’s going, how he would suddenly snap his hips against yours, how sometimes he’d suckle on the nape of your neck or bite your shoulder, the figure eights on your clit, everything is driving you absolutely insane.

the general mahamatra, someone you figured whose sex drive was nonexistent, is throwing you for a loop today. someone who is more well endowed than you would’ve imagined, someone who’s filling you up oh so perfectly, the head of his dick kissing your cervix in ways that makes stars float right before your eyes.

at this point you’re tempted to place both of his hands on your hips, to urge him to fuck you right then and there in the house of daena, and you do, but all he does is grip your hips tightly, not budging an inch as he smirks against your shoulder.

“this is a punishment, remember? have i fucked you so stupid already that you’ve forgotten?”

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