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anantaru · 2 days
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⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ sugar never tasted so good
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synopsis. ⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ you know that xiao has a soft spot for you, even when you show up to the wangshu inn uninvited // ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡
cw. oral (fem! receiving), fingering, dirty talk, xiao is a tease <3 fem! reader ♡
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it was supposed to be a quick stop to the wangshu inn, to see if xiao was doing alright, no more and no less— after all, you haven't seen nor heard of him for a couple of weeks and had began to worry to the point where you had to consciously tell yourself to stop overthinking that something terrible happened.
not unexpectedly, the yaksha didn't necessarily harbor a strong liking towards your (secretly precious) habit of showing up uninvited to his place, and in any other case he would debate wether or not to show himself whenever you do come to visit him.
you do not know of it, but xiao tends to hope you show up, yet he pretends to dislike it in order to sewer any form of attachment towards your person.
although tonight, well, such was a different story because the mere sight of you had xiao weak in the knees— he could never admit it to you, but you've got him utterly captivated, not to mention, it has been a while since you both were able to get close to one another.
so to say he was frustrated was undermining the severity of his current emotions.
"oh, fuck, xiao..." your head drops into the silky pillows as his hands return safe and soundly to your writhing skin, he instantly places his palms under your knees in order to lift them just enough to slide your panties down, leaving them to lazily dangle around your ankle.
xiao rasps at the look of your damp pussy as he grunts your name under his ragged breathing, his solid erection twitching quicker as he settles between your legs. his eyes curiously glance along your glistening folds as he laps at his lips to turn them all soused and soft for you.
your muscles tense with liquid lust, your teeth clenched and fists balled into the disheveled sheets as xiao experimentally kisses over the little hood of your clit— one kiss, then a second, before parting his mouth to wrap himself around your precious pearl, shamelessly sucking and slurping the sensitive bundles inside his warmth.
like a magnet, you keep your gaze on his own and moan feverishly as you involuntarily buck your hips into his mouth.
"relax—" xiao mumbles into your cunt as his tongue trails over the plush of your folds, "is this why you came here? you wanted me to do this again?" the yaksha hums wetly against your aching core, his demeanor overly confident, "didn't know you were so filthy, hmm, so impatient too," he tilts his head to the side and flips one finger across your sloppy folds, smirking when your body twitches away.
to coax out one syllable after the other, the yaksha continues to use his hand and prances one digit over your folds before inserting one into you slowly, expertly pressing it through your tightness as you gasp at a fullness embracing your walls.
you fuse into him instantly, your pussy quivering around one digit as his eyes wander up to your chest, watching how you squeeze and play with your soft breasts.
you whimper when he slides in knuckles deep but alas, helplessly sob at the lack of tempo entangled in his thrusts, as to signalize you his urgent need of taking his time with you.
why hurry up your pleasure when xiao can tease you all night until you're begging for it? begging for him?
"enjoying yourself?" xiao watches your ever-changing faces, "i can tell you know, you're so wet here," he shamelessly slurps at your clit, a dark shadow casted over his eyes as he focuses on how your lips purse together when he flicks his tip between your folds and back to your clit, right with your clenching hole being stuffed by now, two slender fingers.
"n-need more, you feel so good xiao," you praise him on purpose— knowing it turns him on while having a desperate whine in your voice, your mouth falling open when he brazenly smirks into your cunt.
xiao breathes, hisses and holds your hips still by roughly pressing them into the mattress, "don't you stop showing me how you feel, don't you fucking dare,"
your tits jiggle as you abruptly arch your back the second he nudges the tip of his tongue against your clit and flicks it up and down, your hips swaying as he lets you use his wet muscle as you please.
in secret, xiao liked, no, loved when you were rough with him, almost territorial, it makes him feel like he's doing a good job in stimulating his darling.
with your lips bitten raw and eyes criss crossed, you hold his head and weave your fingers into his hair as you filthily grind your pussy across his mouth, up and down, up and down, smearing your slick over his cheeks and chin as your mind coasts to the feeling of his tongue stimulating you.
every warm lap of tongue makes your body feel like it's breaking beneath xiao's strong hold, his digits scissoring your hole as the other holds you close to his face before you move your hips to draw circles against his mouth, secretly admitting to yourself that;
yes, you got caught, you might've really visited him for this specific reason.
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kana-de · 20 hours
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★ summary: arlecchino nsfw hcs since her banner is almost out.
☆ cw: nsfw. wlw (fem terms like cunt and pussy used). choking. dirty talk. cunnilingus. strap-on. a bit of belly bulge. arle's hands appreciation.
☾ a/n: this is a repost of the same work bc the first one didn't get any attention at all. also, this is like, the most smut i could write for now so yeah.
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— arlecchino loves loves loves holding eye contact with you during sex, especially if it's missionary. her stare is intense, like she'll stab your heart right here and now, but she knows you're only getting more turned on by it. even if it's doggy, she'd bend your back and press it to her chest and she would make you look into her eyes while fucking her strap up into you. her other hand would also slide to your lower belly to feel the bulge of the strap in it.
“don't take your eyes off me. look away once and you aren't cumming tonight.”
— arlecchino knows damn well you get off from just looking at her hands. and she also knows that you love having her hands wrapped around that pretty little neck of yours, so she uses this knowledge every single time. every time she begins with foreplay, her hand sneaks its way to your neck, squeezing it experimentally until she feels your knees weaken or hears a choked whimper leaving your mouth. arlecchino just knows that simply using her hands would be enough to make you cum over three times already.
“you have a very nice neck there, you know. i'm sure that if i'd squeeze a little bit harder, it'd make you squeal nice and loud.”
— is a master at dirty talk, prove me wrong. arle uses her hands and mouth just perfectly. always the low voice, whispering some very hot and dirty things right in your ear. when she's in the mood, she may even use some pet names to flatter you. but usually, she doesn't use anything other than 'dear', 'darling' and 'princess' — the last one is used especially a lot when she wants to pamper you like the princess you are.
“let me guess... you were having so many wet dreams about this, were you not? daydreaming about this for days on end. i bet that now this cunt is soaked already.”
and then:
“what's wrong, dear? cat got your tongue, hm?”
— when arlecchino comes back from work either overworked or mad, she knows she doesn't even have to explain herself to you as she buries her face into your cunt the moment she sees you. i wouldn't call it "taking her stress out on you" though, i think she does it more to calm herself. she eats you out like she's been starving for days even if she did it just yesterday. holding your hips down so you will stop squirming so much after she just gave you your third orgasm. you're becoming too sensitive, but arle doesn't look like she gives a damn, because she knows that if she was hurting you, you'd already say the safe word that you two have.
“shut up and take it. you know i can't help myself."
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chocolatetittymilk · 2 days
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“I’m in love with you!” Series
Alhaitham x reader Summary — Alhaitham has never been one for social interactions - in fact, neither of you knew each other in the first place. His pride never allowed anyone to befriend him fully. Until you decide to confess your love to him bluntly one morning, ultimately changing his perspective about you. TW : angst-comfort, unrequited love, strangers to enemies to lovers, possible smut, aged-up characters, suggestive themes. MINORS DNI word count : 3k
pt. 3 - "If you needed help, you could've just put your pride aside."
pt. one | pt. two
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“If you needed help, you could’ve just put your pride aside.”
Alhaitham sat beside you, tissues and Tylenol in one hand, books in the other. There were no emotions on his face as he took out two pills for you and grabbed a water bottle from his bag.
The week of studying for mid-terms would've been amazing, even easy for you if it weren't for the horrible sickness you had gotten after a night out for drinks. That would explain the dizziness and headaches when you ran into Alhaitham. It has been halfway through midterm study week, and every day Alhaitham and you had scheduled time in the library... together.
Honestly, it wouldn't have bothered you as much if it weren't for the wet dream you had of him burned into your eyelids every time you so much as glanced at him.
In the library, sick as hell, you couldn’t help but notice his muscles. His arms flexed ever so slightly as he was caring for you. Even though his eyebrows were scrunched up, his eyes were still the same glowing soft teal. His abs prominent under his shir-
“Are you here to study or oogle at me until you die from a fever?”
Your face flushes, avoiding your gaze from him. There's no excuse for how you were borderline drooling over the man. Usually, you weren't this bold, but as of late (maybe due to the fever) you've been more and more bold. Especially with your little dream you had...
Your neck heats up even more at the thought of it. Quickly you take the pills and water out of his hand, instantly chugging the water and downing the pills.
"Let's, uh, just focus." You mumble, already opening a page of one of your many textbooks to study over. Alhaitham smirks at your response, observing the way your face heats up. Or maybe it was the fever…
"Do you think you could even focus with how hot you're burning up?" He leans forward, hands raising towards your forehead. Feeling his rough hands against your skin made you heat up even more, burning sensations going to your cheeks. You look into his teal eyes, almost a glow in them as he stares back, his hand still caressing your forehead.
Your heart picks up its pace, something about him hypnotizing, almost like it's drawing you closer. Maybe you didn't like him before at all, until now.
Cause he had never made your heart go so fast as it is now.
Alhaitham breathed out, "Yeah you're hot."
There's no way you could be any hotter, thighs pressing against each other. Maybe for some sort of friction or comfort. But one thing you did know was that you needed to end this before you got too carried away.
Alhaitham for some reason didn't mind being so close, nor touchy as of recently, almost like something within him changed, like he actually wanted to be around you. Or dare you even say, touch you.
But part of you just thought you were thinking these things because of your little fascination with him, nothing more. Just delusion. Even though deep down you knew you craved some sort of attention from him.
The library had this warm tone throughout it, barely anyone was there as it was already late noon. The both of you are seated in a secluded corner surrounded by the beauty that books hold. Books and papers are displayed everywhere, just the two of you together. It was almost intimate in a way.
You sigh out quickly and avert your eyes. "Alhaitham..." mumbling off, you turn your head to the side, trying to focus on a piece of paper and the racing pace your heart was going. "We should uhm, get back to this."
Alhaitham chuckled a little, the sound addicting. 'Gods, everything about the man is too much.'
He complies with your wishes, much to your dismay, and adjusts himself in his chair. Hours go by as silence ensues between the both of you, trying not to feel his burning gaze every so often. Every time he so much as glanced at you, you clenched your thighs or adjusted your position.
After the 7th time, you finally snap. "Why did you want to study together?"
Alhaitham's eyes quickly dart to yours, tilting his head a little as he leans on his hand. "If someone wants respectable work done, they choose someone competent. So that's what I did." Simplicity is his specialty by far.
You narrow your eyes a little, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. "Mhm, because you definitely go out of your way to help a sick person as long as they're as competent as you." You laugh a little and roll your eyes, referencing how he brought water, medicine, and tissues for you ever since he found out you had gotten sick.
He's not convincing, it's almost like he tries to be more condescending when he's lying. You look up at him, a blank expression written on his pale complexion. You slightly wonder what's going on in his mind, what he thinks when he looks at you with nothing.
Meanwhile, Alhaitham was trying to come up with an excuse, his mind scrambling. This was all new to him, the feelings, the words, the out-of-character reactions. He didn't know what to do, but he did know that he still wanted to be around you. It was all so out of place to the silver-haired man.
And for one of the rare times for the smart-ass man, he admitted defeat.
"Touche."
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Mid-terms had passed by without a hitch for the most part. Nothing out of place, nothing out of the ordinary. Things were going back to normal, Alhaitham had been busy with his little self-made projects, and you had been busy trying to make sure everything was in place for the next term. Both of you passed with the highest scores in each class, of course, and both of you moved on.
Winter break coming up afterward, it was nice to be halfway through the year already, getting closer to the degree and career. After mid-terms, it was like anything that took place between Alhaitham and you and never happened. Sure, you thought about him from time to time. Like when you went to the library, or to that one bar, the park. Just little places that in all honesty reminded you of him.
But you had to remind yourself that there was nothing to begin with, that Alhaitham was never one for romance, and he wouldn't start for you. At least that's what you thought.
And maybe that's why you had accepted a date from one of your fellow classmates over break, to branch off from Alhaitham.
Or at least try to.
A local cafe, small secluded, and cozy. Good for a one-on-one conversation and date. No distractions, nothing too uptight or expensive. Perfect, the ideal date scenery and scenario.
So why weren't you having fun?
Both of you sat across from one another, already ordering off of the menu, he had obviously wanted to start a conversation. But to your dismay, it was just idle conversation about the weather or how you looked.
Don't get yourself wrong, he was an attractive guy, dark hair with dark eyes, and chiseled features. Even his bright aura, and how smiley he was, were inviting, nonetheless. He was, and is, very attractive in your eyes yet, there was nothing.
You had tried to smile, at least wanting to give the guy a shot after all. But every time he'd drone on and on about some sport or activity, Alhaitham's eyes would come to your mind; his lips, slight smirks, even his aloof nature.
"H-hey are you there?" his voice suddenly spoke up, clearly trying to get your attention in some way. His eyebrows pinched, slightly leaning in closer to you. 'Shit I spaced out again.' You advert your eyes and look at your cup, laughing a little to blow it off.
"Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't get much rest last night." You say, trying to sound as convincing as possible, giving a half smile. He smiles back and shakes his head, still leaning towards you.
"It's okay, I totally understand. If you need anything just let me know..." Again, he smiles. And maybe he's just a smiley person, or maybe he wants something from you. "Well, do you want to talk a walk while we chat? It's getting a little stuffy in here." he proposed, already getting up to throw away any trash at the table. You look a little surprised and stand up, getting your coat and adjusting your skirt. "Okay..." you trail off as you both head out the door, his arm coming up and around your shoulder as you walk.
Uncomfortable. That's what you feel as you feel his arm around your shoulders. He was attractive, nice, friendly, and even caring. So why did you feel so uncomfortable? Everything should feel perfect, with the two of you walking down the street, him talking your ears off, arm around you. Maybe you just needed to get used to it, maybe you just needed to be around him some more and then the butterflies will come, and your heart will race.
At least that's what you told yourself.
Maybe he could sense something wrong as he suddenly stopped walking, retracting his arm from you.
It was silent, you turned his way a bit and waited; waited for irritation or questions to start spewing from the man's lips. But instead of words, he just got closer. Backing up, your back hits the side of a building. Your breathing quickens. You weren't scared, per se, but on edge.
"I don't know how you feel about me... Throughout our whole date, you seemed like you weren't 100 percent there, and that's okay. Whatever is on your mind I... I want to know. And be there for you." He gets closer, dark eyes looking down at yours. In front of you, he puts one arm on the building wall beside your head. Your heart quickens, 'What the fuck is going on.'
You clench your fists just in case anything happens. His face gets closer to yours, almost like he was trying to go in for a kiss. "But I... I just wanted you to know that I like you. A lot... And I want you to give me a chance." His face gets even closer, going in for a kiss. Your eyes start darting around, almost like you're panicking.
There aren't a lot of people on this street, looking around as you scan for an exit. It was almost like he planned this, making sure there weren't a whole lot of people around to see or interfere.
'This isn't what I want, this was never what I wanted.' You quickly press your hand against his chest, stopping his advancements.
"Listen you're- you're a good guy." You start to say as you try to calm your voice. "And you're very sweet, and kind and caring-"
"And that's why I think I'm good for you!" He exclaims, smiling and picking up your hands in his. 'This isn't going well.' You start shaking your head and chuckling a little, trying to come off as nonchalant. "No, I-I don't know. I'm just so busy with studies and my career that-"
Suddenly his expression changes to one of anger, "Then why did you accept my date in the first place?" You scramble to explain yourself, to try to not come off as rude as you are. The dark-haired man suddenly sighs deeply and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I should've listened to people when it came to you." You quirk your eyebrows at the man's statement, lips in a thin line of discontent. "Excuse me?"
He grabs your hands again and squeezes them a bit forcefully, coming even closer to your body as he breathes angrily. "I've heard so much shit about you. And I chose over and over again to deny every single one of those accusations. That you play with people's feelings, only and ever study your fucking life away. That you're a whore for that stupid mathematics major dude. Oh, Alhaitham was his name, the prick who doesn't even want you."
His words are laced with venom as he presses you into the wall even more, slightly getting more aggressive the more he talks. "And here I am!" he raises his voice, hands still grabbing your wrists tightly.
"Get the fuck off me, dude!" You yell, anger flashing in your eyes as you try to get your hands free from his grasp. He leans in more towards your ear, starting to whisper. "Here I fucking am trying to be the one person you need. The one person that actually might want your bratty ass."
Rage burns in your eyes as you knee him in the crotch, automatically having him crouching on the ground groaning. You scoff and make sure you have your pepper spray in hand. “Honestly if anyone knew you were such a fucking dickhead pervert I don’t think anyone would’ve gone out with you.” You start walking off, trying to find a bus station or something so you can go back home.
But then suddenly someone yanked you back into an alleyway, instantly covering your mouth. Panicking you immediately try to struggle against the person. Hands covering your mouth as your back is against the person's front, there’s no way for you to really see them. Your heart starts beating fast, hearing it inside your head. ‘Fuck, and I gonna fucking die?’
“Shh shh, hey it’s fine.” A deep voice says, clearly trying to soothe you. “It’s just me sweetheart, no need to worry.” You look at the person's arm, seeing the black gloves, and feeling a cold ring against your lips. Something clicks inside your mind. 'Alhaitham.'
Making sure that the man left, clearly trying to find you, Alhaitham eases up a bit. Wanting to wait a bit before removing his hand, wanting to make sure that you were safe. Alhaitham closes his eyes tightly at this realization, silently cursing himself for being such a fucking idiot.
A weight lifted off your chest, heartbeat already starting to slow. Seeing you calm down almost instantly, he slowly took his hand off your mouth and turned you around to face him. His eyes dart around your face for anything out of place. Caring. You look up at him, a sense of safety coming over you as you hug him. You didn't know what came over you, but honestly, you just needed a hug - this whole day had been stressful and scary as a whole. Shock comes across Alhaitham's face as you hug him, feeling your arms wrapped around him securely making him heat up. Until suddenly you push him.
"What the fuck was that earlier?" You suddenly ask, clearly angry with how he borderline manhandled you... (Not that you were really complaining.)
Alhaitham rolls his eyes at your transgression and sighs crossing his arms. "Not even a thank you for saving your ass. Typical."
Alhaitham wasn’t one for petty remarks. In fact, if anyone else had said something like that he’d just walk away. Not a care in the world. But maybe he had a soft spot just for you. How sweet.
You narrow your eyes and huff, "I didn't need your help. I'm very well capable on my own." You pulled my skirt down a little as it got frilled up and started to walk off. Until he yanked you, once again. You give him an annoyed look as his hand is still around your wrist. Looking up at him, you can tell the tips of his ears are red as he looks down at where you adjusted your skirt.
You scoff again and roll your eyes, "Pervert." His eyes snap to yours as Alhaitham turns beet red. "Listen, okay? I understand you're more than capable of taking care of yourself. It's just..." Alhaitham hesitates slightly, covering his mouth with his hand. "I was... Observing you." Your eyes widen, 'Oh so a pervert and now a stalker.'
He quickly takes your hand, "Not in a creepy way, I... I was just in the cafe when I saw the two of you." Alhaitham tries to look into your eyes, almost asking you to believe him. To not associate him with the man you went on a date with. He sighs out closing his eyes as his face gets closer to yours. "I got curious and followed you. I know that sounds creepy, but I was just trying to make sure you were alright."
"And why do you care?" Your heart starts racing again, not in fear. Nerves? Yeah, just nervous.
"I... I, unfortunately, don't know." Alhaitham chuckles a little, he never really expected himself, out of anyone, not to know something especially when it came to himself. Out of the ordinary.
In return, you chuckle a bit, "The Alhaitham doesn't know something?" You tsk and bring your hand to his cheek, eye contact very prevalent. "Never thought I'd see the day."
Maybe it was how close the two of you were.
Alhaitham suddenly leans in, glancing at your lips as if asking for permission. Your breath hitches as you gravitate towards his lips.
Maybe it was how scared you had been earlier on your stupid date.
Alhaitham breathes out shakily, swallowing. "Tell me to stop."
Or maybe it was the fact that you still had feelings for the silver-haired man.
Still cupping his face, you shook your head lightly, "Don't."
Or how hard his heart was beating.
Still in the alleyway, Alhaitham closed the gap between you two, one hand on your neck and the other on your waist. Pressing his lips against yours, he groans wanting more.
Maybe it was that Alhaitham was slowly falling in love with you, and that's why he decided to destroy it all.
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pt. four here | “I’m in love with you!” Series M!list
notes : this took a little longer than planned, heh... if you wish to be part of or taken off of the tag list for this series, please dm me or comment below! Thanks hunnies (:
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almonds-nsfw-world · 2 days
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Your tight walls clinging to my finger - Wriothesley
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.ೃ࿐𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : ̗̀➛ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈
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-‘๑’- summary -- Wriothesley teasing you as he has your hands cuffed to the bed - he wanted to try this kink with you to open you up to more pleasurable experiences.
-‘๑’- pairing -- Wriothesley x gn! reader
-‘๑’- status -- pre-established relationship, romantic/ fuck buddies/up to your interpretation
-‘๑’- situation -- bondage, slight domination, fingering you, mentions of orgasm denial and oral sex, his dick is eager to be inside you
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The iciness of the metal brushed against the warmth of your skin, causing a gasp to spill from your lips along with the echo of a click - signalling the closing of the chains that bound your wrists.
A shiver ran down your spine as you raised your gaze to glance at him through the thickness of your lashes in an apprehension that left your stomach both bubbling in excitement and tightening in nervousness - wondering whether or not this was the best decision.
"Are you sure it's safe?", you mumbled with a slight frown, feeling the cool air brush against the erect buds on your chest, making you involuntarily tighten your muscles from the sensual touch of the late evening, summer air.
Wriothesely chuckled, the greyness of his boxers clinging to the skin of his thighs while the snowy blue of his eyes stared straight into your own, "Mhm, it is. Why would I ever put you in a situation that would cause you distress?" A teasing smile dangled on the corner of his lips, "you trust me, don't you?"
A scoff slipped from your lips, causing you to pout with a narrowing stare, "Right now, it's quite debatable, Wrio." Your stomach tensed as you felt him slide a finger along the shape of your collarbone, his eyes twinkling in an amusement, "Debatable means there is a chance you do."
He could practically smell the sweet juices that pooled between your legs, the smell of your sex causing his cock to push against the soft material of his underwear - staining it in his leaking precum.
You rolled your eyes, ready to give him a comeback before you felt his lips against your own and the warmth of his tongue sliding along your lower lip in hopes you'd grant him entry.
Your resolve weakened, the clinking and grinding of the metal chains along the bedpost caused a whine to spill from your throat into his mouth as he felt your lips give way to him, allowing his tongue to swirl along your own and trace the walls of your inner cheeks. His hand gently cupped your cheek while the other slid down your inner thigh.
His thumb softly circled around the softness of your skin, feeling your back arch and for your nipples to brush against his chest - the sensation alone nearly left him pulling down his boxer and sliding his cock deep inside you.
But he had to wait.
Your pleasure came first to him.
Always.
You hooked your knee around his waist, pulling him even closer before you felt him hum into the kiss as he slowly leaned back a bit to gaze into your lust filled gaze. A small smile played on his lips as his finger slid upwards towards the wetness of your entrance, "Do you always have to be so stubborn?"
You bit your lip from the sensation, struggling against the cuffs that burned into your skin from the coolness of their icy touch, "I'm not stu-" his lips found themselves upon your own again, causing your eyes to flutter and for a gasp of pleasure to erupt from your throat from the touch of his middle finger tracing the wetness that pooled around your tight hole, leaving you in a shuddering mess.
"Do you trust me now?", he mumbled into the kiss, sliding his finger into the warmth of your walls before gently swirling it around, coating it in your juices as you could only nod. Your eyes shut in ecstasy while your toes curled and your stomach bubbled from the pleasure. "I thought so with the way your tight walls are clinging to my finger", he whispered, his eyes hooded in desire, "I don't think you deserve to cum yet, not after your cheeky remarks." Your eyes widened but before you could protest, his free hand slid down your side, watching the way your muscles tensed and your breath hitched, "Maybe next time, be more honest and maybe then I'll have my tongue inside you instead."
He slid another finger into you while the other moved to cup the skin of your calf.
"How does that sound?"
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The way Xiao is so down bad for the Traveller tho JDJSJDJDJSMYPOOKIE
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Nobody can tell me It's not going to be a marriage proposal or something next time lol
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august126 · 2 days
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— ꒰ including ꒱ -Cat!scaramouche x fem! reader
— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — fem! reader, established relationship, dirty talk,
— ꒰ summary — ꒱ helping Cat!Scaramouche in heat
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You haven't seen Scaramouche for a couple of days and have searched everywhere, you begin to think he just up and left but as you search for him one morning Childe walks by you cracking up and barely holding it together.
You ask him what's up and he manages to pull himself together, “It must have been a miracle I wasn't killed by the balladeer because I managed to get away fast enough.”
Finding out that your lover had gone half a mile away to a cottage for a week because of something he wasn't telling you. You thanked him and went off to go confront him when the ginger pulled you back.
“He’s pretty pissy right now so be careful he doesn’t take a swipe at you. I’ll see you later, girlie/buddy. I need to thank whoever caused this.” So you set off for that place and after a few minutes came upon a small cottage near a lake, knocking on the door and hearing some things move and shift around inside.
You get concerned so you walk in and move to the bedroom, seeing Scaramouche sitting near his desk with his head down, his hat still on, which was strange because he always took it off when he was alone and inside.
Hearing you come forward, he doesn't turn around and only grumbles, continuing to complete paperwork. “Get out! You’re only bothering me! I’ll be back in a couple days so don’t worry like you always do, it’s pathetic.”
You of course don't buy it at all and to face him, ripping his hat off and seeing two small violet cat ears on his head that twitched when you tried to touch them. He muttered how idiotic you were to do something like that but what caught your eye was that he had a fierce blush covering his face.
Not only that but he was all hot and sweaty like he'd just finished training for a couple hours, which couldn't be true because of all the paperwork that has recently been completed next to him.
Your eyes betrayed you as you looked over at his ears again, seeing them move at your gaze and how soft to the touch they were before you heard him growl and get up to move across the room. Now catching a glimpse of a feline tail swishing about in frustration, you had to admit it was adorable and now you could tell why he holed himself up so no one could see him.
And why Childe was laughing his ass off and going to probably tell all the other harbingers, which you understood was humiliating and perfectly understood why he was holed up in here. “Scara, it’s okay but why do you look so worked up? Are you sick?”
Another grumble came out of him and he shook his head, going to sit down on the bed and pat the space next to him. “You know how certain feline animals go through a period called heat?” You immediately caught on and smirked, everything clicked and you reached your hand down to his tail.
Running your fingers from the tip to the base, not missing the purr your boyfriend was making, and started playing around with it. You then moved onto his ears and blew cold air at them. They twitched and he shuddered, a sudden confidence overshadowed you. “You seem so tense. Why don’t I help?”
His tail slowed down and swished from side to side, eyes dilating when you said those words. You took that as a go ahead and leaned down to his black pants, working them off and palming the tent in his boxers.
A soft moan left his lips and Scaramouche tilted his head back, enjoying the pleasure you were giving him and grabbed the back of your head, forcing it against his erection. “Why don’t you quit teasing and actually get to work, slut?” The small damp spot where his precum wet the fabric touched your cheek and you could feel how hard he was.
You pulled down his underwear and took a long lick from the base of his shaft to the tip, curling your hand around the base and hollowing your cheeks as you sucked the tip. Circling your tongue around his cock you bopped your head up and down, kittenlicking his slit and cupping his balls. Being pushed on by his moans and the pressure on his hand increasing.
“That’s it. Your mouth is always the best~ Maybe you should just be my little cock slut instead, huh?” Moaning when he said that, you continued to suck and kiss the tip of his cock. His breath hitched and he started to buck his hips, relaxing your throat so you didn’t gag.
Scaramouche let out a loud groan as his hips faltered and you felt his dick spasm, taking in all of his cum and trying to not let a drop spill. He relaxed his hand and you got off, being brought up by his hand and kissing his lips. You panted when you broke apart and kissed his neck, taking off his clothes and slowly stripping him naked.
“Such a good girl, being so obedient for me~ You think you can take my cock, you did an amazing job sucking me off but I think my cock might be a bit too big for your small pretty pussy.” You keened at his words and shook your head, grinding your cunt on his erection.
He smirked and pulled you closer, the tip of his dick grazing your lips and you rolled your hips to gain more friction. He clicked his tongue and maneuvered his other hand down to your clit, “Hold on, I need to stretch that tight cunt out so I don’t hurt you. Then again, you’d probably get off on that, being skewered on my cock and so sex drunk that you can only scream my name.”
His fingers dipped into your cunt while his thumb circled your clit, spreading apart your labia and reaching his fingers deeper into your hole. Your lover knew your body as well as you did, almost better, he knew just where to touch you so you could cum on command and exactly where to kiss or bite on your neck so that you completely gave into him.
“I’m not that cockdrunk-“ Scara put pressure on your bud and you interrupted yourself with a moan, fighting against his hold on your waist so you could meet his thrusts. It didn’t help that not only was he strong but he knew what buttons to press and where.
But your lover wasn’t normal right now, he was in a cat-like heat and had sensitive ears and a tail, snaking your hands up to his indigo fluffy ears and stroking the very tips.
You succeeded at shaking his dominance when he moaned at his ears twitched, leaning into your hand even more and his tail wrapping around your wrist.
If you listened closely you could also hear a small purr coming from his throat. Instead of stopping like you thought, it seemed to spur him on and pump his fingers into you faster. “You don’t know what you just did, kitten.” Chuckling as he reeled you closer and closer toward an orgasm, failing to contain the lewd noises you were causing.
Gasping when you felt his tongue lick one of your nipples and sucking the tip of your breast with lips, nipping the sensitive tit and letting go when he backed up. Every reaction you were giving was pure pleasure to him, thinking that he maybe should’ve sought you out sooner rather then shutting himself in.
Scaramouche switched tits and gave some attention to the other, flicking the nipple with his tongue in time with his fingers thrusting in and out of you. You arched your back at the dual sensation and your breathing quickened, whimpering out at the knot building up. “Scara- hm- I’m cumming-“
At those words he stopped his movement all together, pulling his fingers out of your soaked pussy and bringing them up to your lips.
“I think it’s only fair that you clean up your own mess, don’t you?” Despite the clear confusion on your face you obeyed and opened your mouth, letting your tongue welcome his slick covered fingers.
“Such a pretty kitty, my pretty kitty. Sucking my fingers so well, you must be a whore for my cock if you're obeying all my orders.” You whined and went to roll your hip, desperate for something as you high died down because it could climax.
All that earned you was a slap to your ass and to your cunt, yelping at the impact. “I would’ve let you orgasm if you hadn’t tried to play with my ears, but you just had to go and give yourself a punishment.”
You tried to mumble out an apology but you were busy with fingers, lapping up your cum and pleading with your eyes that you’d be good. “Are you going to be an obedient girl?” Nodding and humming you agreed, swirling your tongue around his fingers and bobbing your head.
Internally screaming in joy when he smirked and lifted your hips, positioning you over his dick and looking at you for confirmation. You nodded and your head fell into his shoulders when he snapped his hips up. Rolling your hips against his to get him to move, kissing you and beginning to thrust into you cunt.
“Such a good cutie~ Taking my cock so well.” Lewd noises and breathing echoed the room, skin slapping against skin. He brought you in for a kiss and cupped your cheek, angling his body so he hit just the right spots.
You cried out when his cock hit one spot that made you arch your back, gasping and crying out. “There! Right there~ Scara-” Reaching your hips up so you could get that striking pleasure again and your lover meeting you.
Scaramouche put his hand on the small of your back and pushed it up, increasing the pleasure you both felt by ten fold. “You feel so good!” Moaning as you kissed and bit his neck, receiving praise from your lover with each meet of your hips.
You felt the knot build up again, you pleaded at the violet haired harbinger to let you cum and grinning in relief when he let you. “You’ve such a good pet so okay. Cum.” The damn broke and you mewled against him, milking his dick for all he’s worth.
Thighs shaking as you rode out your high, Scaramouche felt his own orgasm approaching and your walls contracting, pulling out right but he came. His small cute ears bending back and tail wrapping around your wrist. White thick ropes spurting out onto your stomach and resting his arms on either side of you, he kissed your lips.
“You alright darling?” You nodded and sighed. “Just tired. Can we rest?” He chuckled and nodded, getting up to grab a cloth to clean you up. Wiping the cum off of your stomach and outer lips, you shivered at the cool sensation and shivered.
Before throwing it away into a wastebasket and coming back to you, he snuggled into your chest and whispered how this wasn’t a total failure of a day. Laughing you agreed and settled into him, rubbing his ears and smiling when he allowed himself to be soft
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demigoddessqueens · 14 hours
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hugs for a judge
pseudo-part of a massage series I had started on Masterlist 10
Summary: Neuvillette doesn’t want to admit the quiet part out loud
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It sometimes felt like he took up all your attention and time. Both of you had been occupied with the different aspects of life, but these quieter moments were so important.
It just felt so good!
Him resting on your chest, to hear your soothing heartbeat lull him, and you there with the gentle fall and rise of your chest.
Hands wove through the missed hair he let out the ornate decorations as your hands rubbed and prodded along the muscle knots of his shoulders and back.
God, he didn’t realize how tense and wound up he had been all this time until you came along.
They’re probably just as tired as you, if not more, and you take up their attention!
Feeling a bit guilty, he thought to leave until he felt you had dozed off. The intrusive thoughts almost won for that afternoon before Neuvillette felt your arms move to cage him closer to your side.
“Where are you going?”
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v3lv3tf0x · 3 days
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I need period comfort with wanderer 😭 I'm in so much pain right now it hurts I'm dyydue6sheyhe dying sorry I'm like shaking, uhhh it can be either x reader or x my OC idk which one to choose sorry 😭😭 okay bye bye
I tried to write this quickly, I'm sorry it's so short!
Wanderer knocked on your door softly, hoping he didn't wake you.
     “I’ve, uh, I've got snacks,” he calls through the door, shifting on his feet.
     “Come in.” Your voice is thick, as though you’d been crying, and his suspicion is confirmed when you roll over to look at him as he steps into your room. You are bundled up in a cocoon of blankets and the room is almost stiflingly warm, several scented candles on your shelves with some song on in the background.
     “Are you okay?” He asks hesitantly. You shake your head slowly.
     “My cramps are really bad this time,” you murmur, pressing the heated blanket to your abdomen. Wanderer winces, holding up the bag of snacks and gifts.
     “I… I got you some stuff,” he says, tentatively sitting on your bed next to you. You watch him through teary eyes as he begins to pull things out of the bag.
     “Some chocolates, caramel and milk ‘cuz I wasn't sure which one you’d like best, some Skittles,” he sets each thing in a row and then pulls out a blue cat plush, smiling sheepishly. “It warms up.”
     “Oh.” You instantly burst into tears, grabbing the cat plush and holding it to you chest as you cry. Wanderer looks startled, worried he’s insulted you or worse.
     “You- you're so sweet,” you gasp out through your tears, squeezing the plush so hard that Wanderer is worried it will pop.
     “I’m, uh, glad you like it,” he says, smiling hesitantly. You sniffle once more, wiping your eyes before patting the bed next to you. Wanderer scooches next to you and you lay your head in his lap.
"Thank you," you murmur sleepily, snuggling into him. He smiles down at you, running his fingers through your hair.
"Anything for you."
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velvetynne · 3 days
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beneath the idle sun
kazuha x reader warnings ::: gn!reader, no pronouns used, fluff
The best days aboard the Alcor were, inarguably, days where the crew had nothing much to do at all; the waters are calm, the sun shines bright, and the only thing needed to keep the ship moving is the pleasant air of a cool sea breeze. It’s on perfect afternoons such as these, that you remind yourself how lucky you are to laze the day away with your lover atop one of the ship’s tented pavilions. Your head rests in his lap, and you close your eyes, breathing a sigh of absolute bliss as you feel kazuha’s nimble fingers shift through your hair, gently lulling you to sleep along with the steady heat of the sun and the quiet sound of the waves.
A low hum verberates in his throat, though the sound exits as a silvery whistle. Kazuha lets go of the leaf in his hands, watching as it dances in the wind before disappearing into the horizon, and smiles upon completing the haiku he’s been crafting in his head.
glistening sea shines
this moment lasts forever
heart be by your side
In your half dazed state, you intertwine your fingers in his, placing a chaste kiss on the back of his hand. The faint murmurs of ‘perfect’ and ‘kazuha’ pick up on the wind. Ah, has he recited his haiku aloud?
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a/n ::: hello, n thank u for reading my first post on this blog ! it’s just a quick drabble i wrote a year ago ago n never posted, but i hope u liked it nevertheless ^^;; reblogs/feedback are appreciated ♡
© velvetynne — do not steal, plagiarize, translate or repost any content onto any other platform or feed into AI
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sangoqueenkoko · 22 hours
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KAVEH
"how do you become accidentally married?" …part 2.
fluff
DENDRO MASTERLIST | DRABBLE MASTERLIST
Drabble prompt: page 1: #8 = "how do you become accidentally married?"
Warnings? Mentions of alcohol in general and of what could be blood (but it's actually red wine). Pet names mentioned (Honey, my Love).
Contains a mention of Alhaitham, slight mention of Nahida, and Kaveh of course!
1k words.
Here’s a part 2 no one asked for! @groovyparadisestarlight and @udretlnea sort of did
i wonder if this one will blow up like the first part…
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‘Because he cannot remember what happened the night before.’
These are the events that lead up to the day after.
In a far corner of Lambard's Tavern sat you with a cup of the Taverns, in the words of Kaveh, “best wine one has ever tasted.” You were waiting for him to show up after a meeting with a surprisingly easy client. You would buy his drinks for him today as a treat for his good mood. As you don’t want to burden him any further than he already could be.
After you had finished a quarter of your first glass — as you didn’t want too drink to much before the occasion had even begun — Kaveh came bursting in, luckily it wasn’t so crowded just yet. So he didn’t disturb many people with his sudden appearance. Many.
He looked around the main room before spotting you and quickly making his way over, “(Y/N)! Great! You’re here!” He smiled as he sat opposite you. After he gave you a kiss on the cheek though. It was always a sweet gesture from him to you.
And him to you, only.
Anyway.
“So how was the meeting with the client?” You asked as you rested your chin on the back of your hand, gazing across the table at him. The question only made him more… happier than he was a literal second ago.
“Oh, right! Well, the client loved what I had in mind! He said that what I had thought and designed what exactly what he had in mind too! We saw eye to eye,” He exclaimed with a genuine grin before taking a quick sip of wine from the cup that you had poured for him, “and get this. He also said that he will help with most of the cost of it!! Can you believe it?!” He stood up with his hands on the table. You were genuinely happy for him, it’s the happiest you’ve seen him in a while.
“Wow! That’s great, Honey! And I am glad to see that smile of yours again.”
As the day went on, you ordered a few more drinks and a meal because why not? It’s a good occasion. More people came in and went. Locals and travellers. Speaking of travellers, a travelling bard from Mondstadt made a pit stop in Sumeru and tried playing their music, which was a hit. It was much different to what locals in Sumeru are accustomed to.
Faster pace, more upbeat, more… joyous. Lively. Something that was worth dancing to.
Evening came and the bard was back, they brought more people off the streets inside to dance. As that’s what a lot of people were doing already. Singing local songs and ones from other nations.
At this point, the two of you were a little drunk, ones with the vibes. It was the end of the week, so it was so worth it.
“Care to dance with me, m’dear?” Kaveh asked as he stood and offered a hand to you with a bow, the other behind his back. Looking into his eyes you would see the same kind, caring being he is, the only difference was that you saw more love and adoration in his eyes for you. You and only you.
“Of course, my Love!” You smiled as you held his hand and stood up.
The evening was… a bizarre blur. A lot of drinks, like different types of wine. Lots of singing with everyone in the tavern, and of course dancing. You vividly being on top of a table with Kaveh, and him spinning you around at some point. Though the owners didn’t do anything about it, I’m assuming that they didn’t mine it. Everyone had fun.
A little too much fun to be honest, to the point that The Corps of Thirty came in and closed down the tavern for the night as it was even quite loud and the sounds where quite brash on the main high street itself. Disrupting the peace.
But even after that, neither you or Kaveh wanted to go home. Even if it was best because of how drunk you two were.
But somehow, the pair of you traversed to the Sanctuary of Surasthana, and made it in one peace, where the Lesser Lord herself would be. During the nights, she would occasionally walk around the city to appreciate it in peace, and you so happened to come across her here.
Kaveh spoke to her and had the idea to ask her to officiate something and be the key witness for the occasion. And of course she agreed. Upon her asking what it was, Kaveh would say, in a heartbeat – yet drunkenly confident – “I want to marry this lovely being here” he pulled you closer, “(Y/N). (M/N). (L/N). The love of my life!”
She didn’t care what time it was, neither did you two.
The Lesser Lord herself, and the guards, served as your witnesses.
It wasn’t exactly how someone would want to be married, but to be married by a God herself? You better count that as a blessing for a bright future.
But the Goddess didn’t want something happening to the newly weds as you made you ways back down from the Sanctuary. So she escorted you both herself back home.
She granted you the sweetest of dreams for that night, and she knew that neither of you would regret the decision. Even she knew how close you two were.
It was about 2am when you got back to Kaveh’s shared house with Alhaitham. And surprisingly, you didn’t wake him up. Even if he sleeps like dead weight.
You stumbled onto the bed first, then did Kaveh. No type of intimacy was shared, apart from some loving words and light kisses. All before you both passed out asleep.
Let’s forget the red wine stains and glasses in the living room for now.
Just how will you explain this to Alhaitham later on?
So this is how you become accidentally married.
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I ran out of steam towards the end. Sorry.
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lilmouzeesworld · 1 day
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i was wondering if you could write for two fandoms in the same request? if so can i get mikey and childe with a female s/o who is very shy and awkward around new people and stutters a lot out of pure awkwardness meeting their friends for the first time? if you cant write for two fandoms then just mikey will do. ty in advance:)
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You're perfect even through the hard times! Contains - Fluff, Cursing, Mention of anxiety, Small mention of violence. Zee's note - I struggle with stuttering and all around being an extremely shy person Irl so this was a fun thing for me to write for, I also love that you mixed two different fandoms! Hope you enjoy this request, anon!
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The way you met Mikey was nothing short of a simple way. All you wanted after some extremely stress inducing stress was a little treat for yourself, luckily there was a small convenience store only a short distance from your school, you had taken notice of two people that would regularly come into the shop, buying the same items every time, three small packets of dorayaki.
Walking towards the convivence store you noticed the two regular shoppers standing close to the doorway arguing with each other, the smaller one pouting his cheeks puffed up while his eyes had an annoyed look while the taller one scolded him for being so careless with his own money. "Ken-Chin, just this one time, I already told you I'd pay you back!" the smaller one said making the taller one roll his eyes "Mikey, we both know your just saying that I'm not buying anything for you." Hearing the both of them argue was something from a comedy show, as funny as it was. You couldn't help but feel a bit bad for the smaller one, who you now knew by Mikey. "U-um excuse me. I... I um heard a tiny bit of your conversation and I... I'll happily pay for the snack you, um w-want." This seemed to seal the deal between Mikey liking you, he immediately took you up on the offer and even took the time to become good friends with you, the friendship blossoming into a relationship between you and Mikey.
Mikey kept it no secret from you that he was a leader of a gang and often told you all of the wild stories he had, most of them being about how badass everyone was and how they were the scariest gang in all of Tokyo, Japan. So when Mikey mentioned wanting to take you into a meeting with everyone so you could meet them, saying you had become anxious was an understatement. You knew Mikey would never put you in direct harm, he loved dearly. The part that scared you was meeting all these important people in Mikey's life, you've already met Draken and have become a good friend in his eye's but everyone else was another face you would have to try and impress for Mikey's sake.
Mikey had you stand between him and Draken during the meeting, listening to everyone ask who you were, all their eyes matching the way you'd move around uncomfortably, before your brain could scare you anymore Draken called out for everyone's attention before letting Mikey continue. "The person you see standing next to me is my partner in crime!" even in front of his own gang members, he'd still make jokes. Mikey stepped back as a way for you to introduce yourself. All you could notice was how quiet everyone suddenly was making you more nervous. Taking a deep breath, you stepped closer to everyone, "H... hello, I'm..." in just the two seconds it took you to get the hello, out you forgot what to say next. A few muffled laughs had your face red with embarrassment, fortunately Draken had everyone quiet with a threaten they knew would happen if not. "I'm Y/N, Mikey's...um, girlfriend." Introducing yourself as his girlfriend still came as a shock to you and everyone else, before anything else could be said multiple cheers, clapping and even laughs could be heard for probably miles.
After finally getting through introducing yourself a handful of men came up towards you and mikey. The first one to speak was a boy with lilac hair introduced himself as Mitsuya, The second division captain. The second people you met were introduced as angry and smiley, The 4th Division Captain and Vice-captains. It took you awhile to figure who Nahoya and who Souya was, thankfully the twins found humor is how often you mixed their names up, even making bets on long it'd take you to get their names right. Slowly everyone had warmed up towards you and seemed to be more than comfortable talking to you, most of them not even noticing that you would just nod along and make the usual "Mhm's", "oh, thats interesting" and other small things that would keep you engaged in their stories, towards the end of the night you found yourself able to leave mikey's side and get to "talk" to the other's before eventually finding your way back to mikey's side, ready to head back home and just lay in bed for awhile and mikey had no complaints about the idea.
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Your first meeting with childe was a bit of a terrifying experience, traveler offered to spend the day with you to help you feel comfortable in Liyue, traveler forgetting they agreed to have a training session with childe. Not wanting to make them miss something important, you offered to go with them and watch on the side line, not being a fighter yourself. The moment childe saw you, it was already game on, Sure traveler told them you were just a friend but childe wanted you to know he was so cool, a badass, more then just travelers fighting partner.
Childe made sure to ignore traveler once the training session was over, making his way towards you hand extended out to shake yours. "I'm Tartaglia, but you can call me Childe as most do, what's your name sugar?" Every word left your brain when hearing the bold name childe called you. You knew this wouldn't be the first time childe would call you a nickname but it caught you off guard, hearing it say it so casually, seeing as this was the first time you two have met. When your hand connected with childe's he winked at you before kissing the back of it, "A shy thing aren't we?" Childe teased laughing before gently shaking your hand. This was a small start to the friendship you and childe would have before it formed into a relationship.
Childe wrote letter to Teucer, his younger brother, often. He couldn't help but talk about you in every letter he wrote back home, Teucer eventually tired of his older brother talking about you and only ever you, he made the trip down to liyue to visit his older brother and meet the girl his older brother had fallen so head over heels for. Childe told you how much of a handful his younger brother could be and would understand if you may want to skip out upon meeting him, but was assured when you told childe you didn't mind meeting Teucer. The moment teucer saw you and childe waiting for his arrival, he dashed passed his older brother straight up towards you, wasting no time in shaking your hand and introducing yourself leaving you almost no room to get a breath out before childe intervened "Hey, Hey, let's give her some time to introduce herself too now." Childe said holding back laughs from how excited his sibling was.
Your brain seemed almost empty, unable to find any words to try matching or even being able to give teucer any information he'd like to hear about. "He-Hello teucer, um... I'm sure Childe has spoken a lot about me in the letters he sends you." Teucer scoffs at the words a lot, making you worry the meeting is already off to a bad start. "W-well its, uh.... true, i am Childe's Girlfriend. My name is Y/N." Teucer already knew about you being his girlfriend, having slight suspicion his older brother was lying but now knowing it was true, he wasted no time in accepting you into the family. "I'm glad he wasn't lying about having a girlfriend, i was starting to worry i was his only friend." Teucer says making himself loud enough for childe to hear before grabbing onto your hand wanting to explore liyue with you.
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anantaru · 3 days
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⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ synopsis. breaking up because he wants to keep you safe, right person wrong time, cw. angst, he's lying to you, break up, mentions of death, gn! reader
what if childe doesn't want to break up with you, yet he's also aware that someone being close to a harbinger was way too dangerous, keeping you as his significant other would be a death sentence for you— his enemies are countless, he doesn't fear them but you should. what if he cannot protect you? aside from that, even within the fatui, he cannot trust a single individual.
who knows if somebody was actually able to find out about your secret relationship and use it in order to force childe into doing something? blackmail him or threatening to hurt you if he doesn't comply? can he even come to your rescue then? just thinking about you dying in front of him makes him want to fall asleep and never wake up.
after he went through those multiple concerns spreading inside his head, trying his hardest to find a solution, or, an answer. childe ultimately decided to break up with you— of course, in order to protect you.
but what's worse than that is that the harbinger was aware that, if he was to say it's due to "keeping you safe" you wouldn't accept it and would probably change his mind.
the thought alone of you looking at him with those eyes of yours, with droplets of tears hanging from your lashes, childe would fall to his knees immediately and admit defeat.
what does he do then?
you see, he's lying, lying that he's fallen out of love with you, that there was someone else he's fallen for yet that person wasn't you anymore.
he doesn't feel anything when he looks at you. no love, no future, he doesn't want to touch nor feel you, hear or see you.
saying those words out loud, precisely to your face actually broke his heart into a million pieces.
childe thinks he's numb now, and his colleagues were already talking about how weidly ruthless he's gotten over the past weeks— more pitiless and bloodthirsty than before, like he's lost a part of himself after he's lost you, after he pretended like he cheated on you so you would let him go.
childe doesn't care anymore, you were the one reminding him of his humanity, but with you gone, what even was humanity to him?
he doesn't mind that you hate him now, to him it means that you'll never come anywhere near him anymore, he's succeeded with his plan on keeping you protected from harm— meaning, that you're finally safe now.
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samooooo1 · 2 days
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Senju!reader from Inazuma and how the nation would react!
Kazuha:
Suprised, boy would be interested in you. The 2 of are alike as you both are kind of the last members of both your clans. Would try to find out more of you and your Dendro powers or "woodstyle" or how you like to call them. But overall a pretty happy boy, knowing he aint all alone and he can relate to someone.
Ayato:
Interiqued or however you write it, probably the most relaxed out of all, seems to yet the one to look into you the most and would honestly try to get you as a ally, alone by the sheer amount of Power that you hold, that could or could not be equal to that of the Shogun or any Archon that is.
Ayaka:
Same as her brothers but on the more happy side. She would honestly be happy knowing that someone of the Senju Clan survived and that they still live, if you had there before the abolotion of the Vision hunt decree was done, she would have begged for your help as your the person who could have gone for a confratation against the Shogun.
Ei:
Suprised that you are still alive. The Senjus pershed some time ago and seeing a descendet and more or less a last Senju, brought a smile to her. She infact even decided to leave you some Gift, a house in the Capital and she even made a offical Nation annoucement that Senju has returned, who were once her right hand and who fought in the war both fighting for her and Makoto.
Sangonomiya Kokomi:
Same as Ayaka, would beg you to join their side against the Vision hunt degree.She would find you interesting, asking how your powers work and how strong you are, she would be so amazed and even, a human such as you comparable to a Archon? Fascination, would study about you and your abilities to her best knowledge and would try her best getting you on side.
Gorou:
Would show fear and respect at the same time, espcialy if you were a General, Fighter or whatever. Your power in his eyes Show your Authority, would probably make sure not to get on your bad side. Would love to spend time with you and share stratigic combat capabilties, a amazed boy very eagerly and interested to learn about you and your Clan, the Senjus.
Hope ya enjoyed. Next fic is about a Dark Souls Character, :D God bless bye byeee.
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angelltheninth · 6 months
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The Muzzle Problem
Pairing: Wriothesley x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, muzzle, breeding, possessive sex, creampie, mentioned marking, doggie style, feral!Wriothesley
Word count: 0.7k
A/N: Expanding on that post I made the other day cause got damn I want him in a muzzle so bad!
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He fucked you like he hated you, and maybe in this moment he did. Not because you did something wrong per se, not because he had a reason to hate you, his pretty girlfriend, but all because you wanted to see what would happen when you put a muzzle on him while he fucked you.
"Think you're safe from me when my mouth is caged up?" The cold bars of the muzzle pressed against your face when he attempted to nuzzle in closer to you, his frustration palpable in the loud smacking of his hips into yours. "Think again, there's many way that I can mark you as mine." Your pussy tightened around his cock, legs feeling weak and suddenly you found yourself grateful that you had the bed to fall back onto.
You reached behind you and felt the cold cage of the muzzle, "You know you can't leave marks on me. What if someone saw? They'd know... ah... about us... and..." Wriothesley tightened his hold on your hips and pressed your hips fully against the bed, clit grinding against the pillow under you while he fucked you hard, fast, possessive, almost feral. "Wrio! Careful! Your hands!"
"My hands, my cum, my cock, yes all of them, I can mark you with all of them. I don't really have to though, do I? Because at the end of the day you already know that you're mine." Behind closed doors you were his, but to everyone else you were his right hand woman, to be respected and feared as such too. In both cases though you were his and he was yours, secretly ready whenever you called for him.
Unlike you Wriothesley didn't have any problem teasing you during work hours, which lead to situations like these, getting fucked on his bed right after the shift ended, a puddle between your legs and a pulsing ache that grew every time his cock sunk back into your wet...
"My pussy, it's all mine, and you know what? I think this pussy could use some of my cum in it. It's been so good for me lately, so good for me. You've been amazing, I don't know what I'd..." He groaned as you hooked your fingers on the muzzle and pulled him forward, causing his cock to sink in balls deep into your drooling cunt.
"There, yes, fuck... fuck me there..." Again you tugged on his muzzle and felt the full weight of him on top of you, doing everything you could to keep your ass smacking loudly against his, "Fuck me however you want, just don't leave any marks where people can see." Those were some very dangerous terms you just agreed to.
You could feel yourself dripping with arousal as he began going faster, fucking you like he wanted to see you break on his cock. And maybe he did, as punishment for denying him the pleasure of biting and kissing you. "Breed you, I'm gonna breed you, get my cum in your wet little cunt. Let's see who owns your pussy then huh? When you're dripping, when your womb is flooded with my cum. Say it, say it, say it!" Your hips met his one final time before your mind went blank with pleasure, warmth spreading both inside and out, your orgasm making your stiff against his rock hard body.
Hot cum rushed into your spasming walls, your abused, sensitive pussy taking all of it before he collapsed next to you.
A few minutes passed in silence, the only sounds being each other's breath, slowly getting back to normal. You turned to your side, trying not to squirm as Wriothesley's cum dripped down your thighs. He looked happy, hair very messy and eyes a little hazy still but happy. When you reached behind him and undid the clasp of his muzzle he let out a long sigh before opening his mouth wide, flexing the soreness out of his poor jaw.
"Sorry." You snuggled up to his chest and kissed him on the chin, "But it's not my fault you can't keep your mouth to yourself."
"Yes it is. You're too cute for your own good." Wriothesley pressed a long kiss against your forehead, another content sigh leaving his lips. He was finally able to do what he wanted to do all day, kiss you as much as he wanted.
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wolfiesmoon · 4 months
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When you wear their clothes
genshin men x gn!reader
characters featured: xiao, neuvillette, wriothesley, zhongli and itto
i've been dreaming about genshin a lot lately idk this game has possesed me or smth so i feel like i'm required to write this? Also DAMN im rusty with genshin characters so i apologise profusely for any ooc-ness
(also wrio's is kinda suggestive!!)
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XIAO is confused. Why on earth are you wearing his clothes? He isn't opposed to it specifically, but doesn't understand the appeal or the reason why you do it. "My clothes don't fit you properly. What's the point?" he asks, completely straight faced. You smile. "It reminds me of you when you're not with me!" He just scoffs and says he doesn't get your strange habits before moving on with his day. Somehow though, the image of you in his clothes won't leave his mind for the rest of the day. "Dammit..." he mumbles under his breath, barely audible when nobody's around. Don't bring up his pink cheeks in the evening when he comes back to see you, he will not elaborate.
Similarly, NEUVILLETTE is also confused. This must be another human thing that he isn't familiar with. What does wearing their lover's clothes mean to humans? "Oh, I just missed you... your clothes remind me of you, you know?" You explained when he questioned you on the matter. "Oh, I suppose that makes sense. Do you want more items related to myself for when I am absent?" He asks. While you do want to know what items he would bring you, you turn him down. "I like your shirts the most, because they smell like you and feel like your hugs." He doesn't know why exactly, but he has the urge to kiss you all of a sudden.
WRIOTHESLEY feels distracted when he sees you in his clothes from time to time. He gets busy a lot, so the moments he gets to spend with you feel extra special. But, what is he to do when you look so positively yummy in his shirt? "Hey, mind taking my shirt off? It's... sort of distracting." he admits, taking a sip of his tea. "But, wouldn't it be even more distracting if I took it off now?" you asked, feigning an innocent look. He almost spit out his tea. "I did not mean it like that...! Surely you're just teasing me." You just smiled mischeviously in response, taking a sip out of your own cup. "That's what I thought. I know that look."
ZHONGLI thinks you look odd in his clothes. Odd, but not bad by any means. You actually look quite endearing. "I'll make sure to commit this to memory." he says calmly, sitting down next to you on the bed. "You say that every time you're with me." you poke his shoulder gently, smiling up at him. "That's because everything about you is worth remembering, I suppose." Still, he thinks this specific memory is one he will treasure for a long, long time. "Oh my..." you felt heat rushing to your cheeks at his words, hugging his arm. Actually, he changed his mind, you're positively adorable in his clothes.
You're basically asking to get attacked with a flurry of kisses if you wear ITTO'S clothes in front of him. That's like, a show of affection! That you're totally his and no one else's! And that also means it's a cause for celebration! "Agh, Itto- Stop!" you try and fail to push his face away. "Hehehe..." he gives you a bright smile and places a big ol' kiss on your lips. "You should wear my clothes more often!!!" he felt proud of himself, puffing out his chest. "Ummm, whatever you say..." you're kind of worried that if you do that, your face will never escape his lips.
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saetoru · 6 months
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underground fighter wriothesley who absolutely melts whenever you patch him up n place the softest kisses over his bruises n stuff :((
- 🦋 anon
✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ WE, NOT I — WRIOTHESLEY.
contents. underground fighter! wriothesley, gn! reader (he gifts you flowers, perfume and a necklace though, so if that is fem! coded to you, there’s your warning), mentions of foster care and being orphaned (wriothesley), mentions of blood, bruises, and injuries (wriothesley), slight angst but overall fluff ending
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money’s tight—has been for a while, actually. wriothesley doesn’t like to talk about it, doesn’t like to open up even though he knows you won’t think any less of him. but you notice the small things, always do.
it’s the way you buy groceries for two, the way he’s always over for dinner one way or another, the way he seems to spend more and more time at your place than his. money’s tight, even if he doesn’t like to admit it—and you could never force it out of him, but you think letting him stay with you while he can could help ease the burden of living even if a little.
he’s grateful—a little roundabout in the ways he shows it, but grateful all the same.
and then the presents start to come.
it’s small at first: those expensive macarons you like from that bakery, the bouquet of roses that couldn’t be cheap, a nice dinner he insists he can pay for every once in a while. and then it starts to get bigger: fancy tea from the side of town neither of you even think about shopping at, perfume from a brand you can’t even pronounce, a necklace that’s more than what you can afford yourself.
it starts out slow, and then all at once, wriothesley has what you imagine to be more money than he knows what to do with. because why else spoil you like this? why else blow money on things for you when he could be putting it towards himself?
not everyone gets to have a head start at life—wriothesley is proof of that. it’s hard, more than most people realize, to be orphaned so young and move through foster home after foster home. he’d gone to jail once too—he doesn’t talk about that either, and you never ask. it’s hard, more than anyone gives him credit for, to be knocked down by life so many times and make a living for yourself.
you can’t understand where the sudden change comes from, can’t pinpoint where along the line he started getting so comfortable. it’s not unwelcome, you would never want to watch him just barely scrap by, but it concerns you how he seems to have so much all at once.
and then you get your answer.
“what—what happened to you?” you ask in disbelief, eyeing the blood caked by his nose and around his knuckles. that’s the best of it, unfortunately—the gashes on his chest and the bruises somehow look even worse.
you’d consider him lucky that his ribs don’t seem cracked.
“just a fight,” he shrugs, not meeting your eyes. wriothesley is a lot of things: resourceful, conniving at times, and braver than most. good at lying is not one of them, however—at least not with you. “just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“where were you, then?” you challenge, staring at him hard enough that he doesn’t have to meet your eyes to shuffle uncomfortably in his spot. he doesn’t answer. you’re almost fed up. “wriothesley,” you say in a warning tone.
there’s a sense of finality he doesn’t like.
“what happened to wrio, sweetheart? you’re killin’ me here, i come home to you all bruised up and you’re here beating me down harder—”
“wriothesley, i’m worried about you,” you whisper tiredly. it’s defeated—it’s almost helpless. he frowns, finally looking up at you from his place between your legs as you sit on the bathroom counter.
“you don’t have to be,” he mumbles, “i can take care on my own. i always have.”
“there’s no being on your own when we’re together,” you shake your head. your hands fall to either side of your body, shoulders slumping in exhaustion. “don’t you understand? neither of us is supposed to be on our own anymore—not when the other is here.”
“yeah,” he crosses his arms—you try to ignore the wince he lets out as he moves, “and now you’re not handling things on your own anymore. i’m carrying my weight. just need to fight a guy or two.”
“you’re carrying your weight by fighting?” you blink at the realization. he doesn’t look you in your eyes, keeping them trained on the floor again. “oh my god—is that what these are from? because….because you’re fighting some punks in the middle of the night? that’s illegal—and you could get in trouble again—”
he doesn’t seem to like being reminded of his past. that’s clear when he clicks his teeth and glares at you. “and what am i supposed to do, stay cooped up in your place and eat your food?” he asks bitterly, making your brows furrow.
“not necessarily, but you can—”
“what, so i just live paycheck to paycheck and shower at your place and sleep in your bed so my water and electricity bills aren’t too high for the month?”
“wrio—”
“i’m earning, aren’t i? what’s the big deal?”
“the big deal is this,” you wave your hand exasperatedly, tears welling up by the lash line of your eyes as you stare at his bruises with trembling lips, “look at you. it’s not worth it if you come back to me like this.”
“but i come back,” he mumbles, taking your hand—he kisses the knuckles, rubs a rough thumb over the smooth skin before laying your palm against his cheek and sighing. “i always come back.”
you love wriothesley—have since the day you met him, you think. he’s easy to fall for like that, to feel your stomach go in twists and knots every time he makes a sarcastic joke and throws you a charming smile. life has been tough on the man you love, unfairly so. it’s hit him harder and harder and pushed him back to his knees before he ever got a chance to fully stand up.
he’s hitting back, now. maybe in a more literal sense than you’d hoped, but….but maybe you can help him if you can’t change him. maybe you can keep the pieces together until the plaster holds and they’re not so fragile anymore.
“i don’t like seeing you hurt,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss the broken skin on his cheekbone, “you don’t have to do all this. we were doing okay before that.”
we. he shudders at that. it’s always we and never i—even when you did all the heavy lifting. even when he was barely getting by and you were giving more than you should’ve had to, more than he should’ve needed. it’s always we. never i.
you and him.
“i know,” he melts, humming as your fingers thread into his tousled hair, scratching his scalp as he buries his face into your neck, “just let me save a bit more. and then i’ll do something real with myself. i promise.”
you pull away after a bit, taking in every bruise and every cut, every dry patch of blood and swollen patch of skin. it’s shaky at first, your voice when you finally speak.
“‘s all bruised,” you say quietly, running a finger over the marks littering his chest. he’s painfully still—doesn’t move a muscle as you lean in slowly and press a kiss to the purplish stain on his skin, gently trailing them to the next one, and the next one, and the next one. “you don’t deserve all this.”
“yeah?” he chuckles—its breathy, a little strained. your arms loop around his waist and bring him closer, “what a sweet thing,” he coos, “nobody ever treats me so gentle.”
you frown at that. the world is not gentle with wriothesley—you’ll have to be extra gentle to make up for it.
“you’ll be safe? you’ll pull out when it’s too much, right? and you’ll come back? without being too hurt, right? wrio, you can’t—”
“yeah, yeah, i got it,” he huffs, pressing his forehead to yours, letting your hands cup his cheeks. he leans closer to your touch, shudders as you slowly trace his cheek with your thumb, “just wait at home all pretty for me, yeah? i’ll bring you back something nice.”
“bring me back yourself in once piece,” you huff.
“done,” he smiles, “i’m strong, if you haven’t noticed.”
“yeah? explain this,” you challenge, pressing down on a bruise and making him wince.
“you should see the other guy,” he whines, burying his face back into your neck. you roll your eyes, there’s a scoff in your throat but a smile on your lips.
wriothesley is safe—for now, that’s all you can ask for.
“i love you,” you mumble, “so much. no matter what, okay?”
“no need to get so emotional on me, baby,” he chuckles—and then there’s a tightening of strong arms around your body, a kiss pressed delicately to your neck before a soft, “but i love you too” is murmured into your skin.
“i hope you’re ready to clean those cuts. they’ll sting for sure,” you grumble as you pull away. he grins—handsome, charming, yours.
“will you kiss them better?” he bats his lashes, making you snort.
“no.”
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i might make this a reoccurring drabble series too idk yet. anyway you know what else he can beat up ?? this pussy ;)
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