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rinneverse · 2 years

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꒰⚘݄꒱₊ 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 ! · · · ♡

— pairings: heizou, kazuha, dottore, itto x f!reader

— warnings: hickeys (obviously), heizou is a little shit (affectionate), suggestive content but pretty tame tbh, kazuha is a tits man i said what i said, dottore is a little bit (lotta bit) of a sadist, minor bloodplay (?) in dottore’s part, itto also nicks you but it’s an accident this time. this is not proofread btw EL O ELLLLL

— synopsis: how different genshin men like to mark you up.

— notes: technically a part 2 to what i posted on my old blog (found here!). i hope u guys like this as much as i enjoyed writing it <3. i may or may not have started losing steam around itto’s part so if it seems a little lackluster compared to the others, thats probably why and im sorry 💔 i’ll do him justice one day.

THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG! MINORS DNI, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. 🤍

✧˚ · . SHIKANOIN HEIZOU. ༉‧₊˚.

→ heizou is a playful lover.

→ he adores marking you up to let the rest of inazuma know just who you belong to.

→ can and will feign ignorance when you go to complain about the MULTIPLE markings blooming along the smooth expanse of your neck and collar.

→ “h-heizou, c’mon, you know it’s hard covering these up…” you murmur, lacing a hand through his soft locks as he grins lopsidedly against your collar. he responds by nipping at your sensitive skin, pulling a yelp from you.

→ as a response, you tug his hair back a little and the little groan he lets out sends heat straight between your legs. he grins even wider at you.

→ oh, heizou knows the effect he has on you. he knows how to play you so expertly, as if he were a pianist playing a masterpiece at a recital.

→ “pretty girl, i don’t want you to cover them up,” he hums, cupping your face with a hand. he strokes his thumb lovingly over your cheek. “all of inazuma should know you’re mine. i can’t have other men looking at you, right?”

→ your face heats up at his possessive words, pressing your face closer to his hand as if it’ll hide your flustered state from him. if anything, it does the opposite. he giggles and presses wet, open-mouthed kisses up your neck before he claims your lips with his.

→ maybe you would indulge him a little bit. maybe you’d try a little less harder on covering up the numerous markings littering your neck.

✧˚ · . KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. ༉‧₊˚.

→ kazuha prefers to leave hickeys in places only you two will ever see.

→ he doesn’t need the world to know the two of you are together. the quiet whisper of affection between lovers is more than enough for him.

→ that, and he thinks that it is much more intimate to have markings only the two of you know of.

→ “zu, that- ah! that tickles!” you gasp as he sucks a mark right by your navel, hands gripping the plush flesh of your hips as he grins up at you.

→ he kisses a trail up to your exposed breasts, trailing his hands up higher as he stares up at you with intense crimson eyes.

→ “would you rather i kiss you up here?” he murmurs, planting his lips on the sensitive skin of your chest. he sucks a mark right above where your bra covers you up from him, feeling your chest rumble as you let out soft noises of pleasure.

→ all the noises you made was like music to his ears, his incentive to keep going. “may i?” he asks, tucking his fingers under the band of your bra. you nod your head, but he waits until you verbally say, “kazuha, please.”

→ with a melodic hum, he unhooks the garment with practiced ease and goes right back to making the song he loves to hear.

✧˚ · . IL DOTTORE. ༉‧₊˚.

→ dottore is precise with how he marks you up.

→ it makes him feral, seeing you lying there below him, submissive and pliant just for him. letting him play with you as he pleases.

→ loves watching hickeys bloom across your skin, teasingly nipping at ones already prominent and sore just to hear you yelp.

→ every twitch, every sound you make, it burns into his brain. how could he ever forget anything about his beautiful little pet? marking you up so nicely for the other fatui to see. after all, they must know you belong to him and him only.

→ most the time, he’s careful with how hard he bites. we wouldn’t want to hurt you too much, now do we?

→ but occasionally, there’s a nagging in the back of his mind, telling him to do it, do it, you just taste so delicious. and on days when you act out, or days where you get on his nerves, whether you’re aware of it or not—he decides a little bit of punishment is in order.

→ so he gives in and bites down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, just hard enough to puncture your tender flesh with his canines, tearing a cry from your throat. his tongue laves over the wound immediately, his senses flooded with the copper tang of your blood. he grins maniacally up at you.

→ “it’s okay,” he soothes you in response to your teary eyes, pressing a kiss over the angered skin. “you know i would never do anything to actually harm you. it feels good now after all, doesn’t it, my pet?”

→ he knows that you’re clenching your thighs together. he knows that you’re a little bit of a masochist—he wouldn’t have it any other way. you were his perfect little darling pet.

✧˚ · . ARATAKI ITTO. ༉‧₊˚.

→ itto is another one of the playful lover types.

→ he’s a little worried he might nip you a little too hard with his teeth, but a little bit of reassurance from you goes a long way.

→ that, and there’s that feral oni urge that nags at him to mark you up so that everyone knows you’re his. of course, he loves it even more if you return the favor, letting you add to the many red markings that already adorn his skin.

→ the gang is never surprised when the two of you emerge from some dark alleyway with matching hickeys at this point.

→ “itto, itto, careful!” you gasp softly as his teeth leave pretty little indentions on the smooth skin of your shoulder, the man in question letting out a little yelp before kissing it quickly (and gently) in apology.

→ “sorry bunny, you just taste so sweet!” he mumbles, kissing your temple. you smile up at him with adoration in your eyes.

→ “s’ok, you know i’ve never minded,” you speak softly, combing a hand through his unruly hair. his chest rumbles with what suspiciously sounds like a purr. you grin widely.

→ with the amount of times he’s accidentally pricked your skin, you’re used to it by now. you would even dare venture to say that maybe it felt good. just a little bit.

→ he hefts you up in his arms suddenly and you let out a squeal of surprise, your legs locking around his waist as his hands cup your ass. you drape your arms over his big shoulders as he grins at you.

→ itto also happened to be an insatiable lover—it must’ve been the oni blood in him. you were in for a long night.

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touyaspeach · 1 year

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5 days...

Minors do not interact.

Masterlist

You look so good, Asmo thinks he could just eat you up. Or eat you out. Or fuck you so hard you're screaming his name.

The lace of the lingerie accentuates your beautiful curves perfectly, the lines tracing down your body in a sensual way without revealing everything. It makes him burn.

You don't know, though, do you? How he burns for you? That he'd give you everything, all of him, anything he could acquire within his means. It all belongs to you.

You own all of him. But telling you would give you too much power. He needs you to want him just as badly. So he says, "you look scrumptious darling! Come here and let me touch you."

The gleam in his sunset eyes belies his deeper, more carnal desires, as he levels you with a warm and inviting stare. Manicured nails trace down your body, slip into your panties to run through your wet pussy.

"Mmm so wet already, what from?" He asks, but the teasing lilt to his voice tells you that he knows exactly why.

"You," you whisper, widening your stance so he can dip two pretty fingers into your heat. "The look in your eyes."

He hums, licks his lips. Oh, if only he could taste you. He wouldn't stop until you belong to him. Until you would never -- could never -- think about another man. He curls his fingers, hits your sweetest spot, makes you moan for him.

He kisses your chest softly before sucking hard on the swell of your breast, the soft skin that bulges from the garment. You feel the graze of his teeth just as he strokes you just right, and you come undone. He always brings to your orgasm so fast, it blinds you with the ferocity of your release.

His eyes flicker up to yours, a trickle of blood streaming down his chin as he pulls away.

"Oopsie," he giggles, licks his lips, "I'm not done with you yet~"

#asmo x reader #obey me x reader #obey me smut #asmo smut #asmodeus smut #asmodeus x reader #cw bloodplay

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itoshi-s · 1 year

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3rd way down the rabbit hole, lets talk abt jeans sliding along readers pussy (boo no intercourse) but its a punishment see uve been a bad girl and he cant satiate u so this is the next best thing,, what if it isnt the jeans that will be ur downfall but the zip,, 1 -🐇 (ps its okay if u dont post the 2nd part, im embarrassed)

(cont) he makes u wear silk panties and lets u hump his bulge under the zipper,, ur clit catching on the teeth and sending sparks through u on the edge of pleasure and pain OR him pushing ur face down to his bulge making ur lips chafed rubbing on the zip, mouthing at his bulge and tasting blood and he lets u off only to make out with him blood and all bc this is ur punishment"

OHHH.. OH nonnie this took me a few business days to answer but please .. PLEASE.. this makes me want to cry it's so good 😭 the blood play. holy shit. hooooooly shit !! soooo intense i can't take it !

cw: nsfw, bloodplay (a bit), dubcon

we already talked abt it earlier this week me thinks,, but i can't get the thought of ryusei doing this to you out of my head..... he's so sick in the head i know he'd looooove to have you crying on his lap like that.

just begging him to touch you, that you'll be good :( that you're so, so sorry. but he doesn't listen, instead spreads his legs further and grabs at your ass to grind your clothed cunt across the zipper. it's agonizing, the way it's so harsh on your clit through the thin silk, and he laughs as you bite back sobs. he laughs because he knows, feels that you're enjoying this :( you're soaking through your panties, your breathing quickens not only from exhaustion but mostly because of the pleasure that shudders right through you, and you're so loud in his ear. ryusei doesn't give you a second to breathe nor come down from your high that has you crying out, instead he grabs you right by the hair and forces you down on your knees in front of him. it's only fair he wants you to take care of him, too, you think, but your eyes widen in horror when he pushes your face right into his bulge. it's rough and it's demeaning and makes you feel so little and so much like just a toy in his grip. his groans turn breathy, hips bucking against your face and you feel the zipper catch against your lips, tearing the delicate skin as iron seeps on your tongue. it's disgusting in a way, definitely so if you think of how borderline degrading it is, but the wetness that pools in your now messed up panties speaks for itself. he tugs you away sooner than you would've thought, hauls you up to face him and within seconds, he's got his tongue all up your throat. "now that's my good girl," he coos but it's anything but praising. he laps at your mouth, hums gravelly at the taste of blood mixing with your saliva, grunts when you whimper and whine for him to stop. "you're so messy. so fucked up for me." he says it as if he's not the one putting you thru all of this :( but you don't ever object, never tell him no whenever he makes you do the filthiest things that you could never even think of. because no matter how much you try and deny it, you wouldn't want him to have you any other way <3

#✧.* ✉ zari’s mail: 🐇 anon #cw bloodplay #ryusei >_<#shidou ryusei smut #shidou ryusei x reader #shidou ryusei #blue lock smut #bllk smut #blue lock x reader #this was sooooo insane my mind is spiraling #i had to get this out of my head w ryusei but prepare urself cuz it IS going to be in i&i w rin anyways #he's so sick in the head he'd do it to u. 100%

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zorosdimples · 5 months

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big scary monster boyfriend with razor sharp claws who can’t help but fantasize about carving your flesh and marking you as his for all to see

#i’m talking about scars okay please don’t come at me i’m sick in the head #the intimacy…….#tw bloodplay #cw bloodplay #tw marking #cw marking

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blasphemlm · 4 months

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Samaritan Blues chapter four!!!

CW: Explicit, bloodplay, talk of knifeplay

You finally get to fuck the hot cowboy you've been flirting with, but he's a responsible gun owner. Do you still hit or no?

#one piece #vinsmoke sanji #roronoa zoro #zosan #ao3 link #my writing #samaritan blues #sanji #black leg sanji #CW bloodplay

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mommyspreciousboy · 6 months

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🌠Thinking about having Their title carved into me🌠

#cw bloodplay #nsft trans #queer nsft #bd/sm pet #bd/sm community #bd/sm kink

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huntinglove · 1 year

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Boys with bloody noses 💙

Girls with bloody fists 💙

People with bloody lips 💙

Seeing someone's skin being coated in shiny fresh blood 💙💙💙

#✯ oh my #nsft #mdni #bloodplay #cw bloodplay #tw bloodplay

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amorphousgenderlesscryptid · 2 years

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Little Red and the Wolf

They’re making out in bed, half naked. Terry has Daniel in his lap, pressed together skin-on-skin, drinking each soft sigh straight from his boy’s mouth.

Daniel puts his hands on Terry’s face, pulling back to catch his breath. He stays close though; one thumb moves to rub over Terry’s lips, Daniel looking at him thoughtfully. “Open your mouth,” he whispers.

Terry raises an eyebrow, unsure what it is his lover wants exactly, but he’s curious and does as asked.

As soon as he has, Daniel slides his thumb into Terry’s mouth. Terry feels the digit rubbing over his gums, and then his teeth. Daniel stares with hungry fascination as he feels over the edges of Terry’s molars. He presses against the point of an incisor; presses hard, harder. The pressure becomes almost uncomfortable, but Terry lets him.

Suddenly the taste of iron reaches Terry’s tongue. Daniel pulls his thumb from Terry’s mouth – blood wells on the pad.

Languidly, Daniel puts his bloody finger to Terry’s lips. He paints his blood over them, as if it were lipstick.

When he’s done, Daniel gives Terry a kiss. Puts his tongue out, and licks the blood up. Fleetingly, Terry pokes his own tongue out to share the decadent meal.

Daniel rests his forehead against Terry’s and smiles. “My,” he murmurs, “what sharp teeth you have.”

#silverusso #silverusso drabble #my writing #terry silver #daniel larusso #cw blood #cw bloodplay #i don't know what this #i watched a weird movie and felt compelled to write something kinky i guess

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hedgehoghavoc · 5 months

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@secr3trings asked: 🎲 // YOU'RE ON BUDDY. shadow and scourge

send 🎲 to generate a random kiss!

20) A rough kiss

"You annoying, insolent, OBNOXIOUS-" No matter what, the hybrid can't seem to get rid of the green speedster. He just keeps showing up and pestering her at every turn. No one has ever managed to get under his skin quite like this before, and it seems like every time they meet she's pinning them against the wall and making her face burn with rage and-

W-why is she kissing him?

It might be the way that he pushes her buttons that triggers this in them. Maybe it's just the time that he's caught them at. Regardless Shadow's already tugging at Scourge's lips and licking at the tiny cuts that her fangs leave. Stupid hedgehog....

#secr3trings #{shadow; ic}「head like a hole」#{ask answered}「worlds collide」#cw bloodplay #...she doesnt understand WHY shes down bad but she is-

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smol-and-soft · 1 year

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"You're really still moping about this?"

Her brisk and deliberate walk stopped in its tracks at the question, and she threw her hands up above her head in an exasperated motion, one that highlighted just how long her limbs were. "Yes! It's the one day every year that I get to parade around with the makeup and the outfit and the...everything!" To her credit, I only noticed that she had been moping because she was wearing the choker that she had ordered for Halloween underneath her turtleneck. It was subtle, but it looked cute on her, I thought.

"I just--look, it isn't often that I get to flaunt who I am. I figured that maybe, if I decided to go out for a change, I could really impress some people and show off." Her arms slumped to her sides, her brow furrowing in consternation. It always made my heartstrings twang with frustration when she was pouty about something; it broke my heart to hear the sadness creep into her voice. "I don't get to do that very much, what with my restrictions and all," she muttered, tilting her head to give me The Look.

I felt a sympathetic frown settle on my face. I turned the predicament over in my head in the quiet space between us. She had gotten excited this Halloween because she had finally moved in with me a few months earlier, and I had been one of the first people to try and accommodate her peculiar state. To be specific, her peculiar state was vampirism. Classical vampirism, the kind that came packaged with barred entry from homes that she had not been invited to and deathly aversion to sunlight. The whole 'feeding' thing was also present, though her particular brand of feeding leeched off of both blood and something symbolic that left with the blood. She took emotions, trains of thought, and even physical mass some days. Although the people she lived with always knew and were willing to let her alive alongside them, they never made any attempts to make that kind of life easier on her, much less let her feed on them. She had to rely on the generosity of whatever companions she could manage to make in the dead of night. Having a partner that indulged in that and made it just as important to them as it was to her had completely changed her world.

She found solace in All Hallows Eve before she had met me. It had always been where she got to celebrate this part of her, make it into something lighthearted and enjoyable and not just some burden she put up with because she couldn't change it. She wanted this year's to be special, because it was the first we had spent under the same roof and she wanted to know what it was like to truly indulge herself and share in that experience with someone she loved. It broke my heart further every time I remembered how excited she had been, and how much it bothered her that we had both been too busy to enjoy the holiday.

A thought intruded on my brooding about her situation. Against my better judgement, I decided to pitch the idea to her, clearing my throat.

"What if, just for tonight, you got the outfit on and played it up for me? I know it's not the same as getting to show off at parties, but I figure we can make it something special."

She blinked, taken aback. I watched the gears turn in her mind, her face scrunching up in thought. It was always so adorable when she did that. When she spoke again, she seemed almost hesitant, like she was breaking some unspoken contract by wanting to accept my offer. "...You're sure? I'm worried I might get too into it, and I don't want to hurt you by accident."

"Of course. Trust me, I'll be okay. Just humor me."

Her eyes lit up, and she darted away into her room. It took her roughly 20 minutes in total to get into her attire. I mulled over my decision while I waited, splayed across our couch and watching whatever videos I could to keep myself thinking. On the one hand, she was right; she had a habit of feeding way too much if she was really hungry and I gave her the go-ahead. On the other hand, I had nothing better to do with my time, and I wanted to see her happy. If I had to be exhausted for a day or two, so be it.

The lump in my stomach vanished the moment she stepped back into the living room. I had forgotten how good she was at dressing up and had been firmly reminded when she stepped languidly in front of the couch, white ruffled shirt tight against her chest and just short enough at the collar to show off the studded choker that I had caught sight of before. Black dress pants adorned the lower half of her body, and I noticed she was also wearing contacts to give her eyes a predatory red glare to them with slitted pupils. A fine petticoat sat tied at her waist, allowing her to let it slide off of her shoulders and still stay on her body. She wore it well, and I could practically feel my logic and reasoning evacuating my brain at the sight of her.

She was quiet, smirking to herself and basking in my reaction. I usually would've said something, but she could tell that I was clamming up because I was stunned. She stepped closer, and something in my brain told me to act like prey, squirming away in an attempt to sink into the couch. Her hand reached out to grab me by the collar of my shirt, pulling me against her. I felt her head press against the side of my own, warm breath creeping across my exposed neck, making me let out a strangled whimper.

"As per usual," she murmured, finally breaking the silence, "you are allowed to say no at any time." She pushed her face closer to my skin, and I drew in a breath. "But I don't think you're going to say no, considering the way you get about these things." My muscles tensed, bracing for the fangs that followed soon after, which sunk into my neck and caused my heartbeat to erupt into an erratic rhythm. My brain was quick to latch onto the task of figuring out what she would take this time, preparing for every eventuality as I felt the blood leave my body.

It took me a moment longer than usual to notice that she had to squirm into a better position on top of me to keep feeding. It took a few moments more to realize I had lost a handful of inches, and I realized that the lethargy that came with being fed from was hitting more intensely than usual. I wondered idly if it was something to do with the getup, but I didn't have much time to question the source of it before I felt more height evaporate from my body. She grabbed at me, one hand pressed into my back to raise me closer to her and the other grabbing my shoulder to keep me in place. Some part of me writhed under her, grabbing at her arms in a half-instinctual and half-playful attempt to buy myself space.

The hand at my back moved upward, holding me tightly by the neck as she pulled away from me, eyes wild and hair turned into a mass of long and tangled burnt-red locks by the act. She peered down at me, easily a head shorter than her now where I had been half a head taller before we had started. Her grin turned wide and wicked, a full-bodied laugh that forced her to tilt her head back pouring its way out of her mouth. It caused a shiver to worm its way down my spine. I loved when she got like this.

"I told you, I had a feeling I might get too into it." Her voice was commanding and the size difference was not helping. She always got so confident when she got to drink to her heart's content. "I think that it might be good for me to stop. Don't want to get too carried away."

Before I could even process the pleas of my subconscious mind, I muttered a vapid 'moooore pleeeease'. It caught her brain, made her breath hitch. I watched her eyes widen, and she almost lunged to bite again, managing to convince herself to go for the other side of my neck to not draw from the same place twice. Before she stuck me again, she whispered, "Spoken like a true thrall," and I felt the fangs pierce me again.

She drank faster this time, feasting upon me like a meal fit for kings. My height zipped downward, dwindling in her greedy hands, my mind fogging over. I could hear myself whimper and groan against her, weakly pushing against her as I reached half her height in what felt like a matter of moments, her grip changing to keep me as close to her as possible. I felt like a doll in her hands, barely able to do anything but make weak whines that vaguely sounded like the word 'more'.

Eventually, she forced herself off of me, panting in a desperate attempt to catch a breath after devouring me like that. My body shuddered and twitched, my limbs moving indeterminately and freely as they so chose. I was in paradise as she looked back down at me, surveying what she took. I heard her let out a whispered 'oh my god', but I couldn't exactly process why.

One finger pressed into the back of my head, lifting me to sit upright in her hands. I felt my consciousness slowly returning to me, coming in waves. Things only started to make sense when I used sensory input to parse what size I had ended up at--and once I realized, I instantly let out a squeak of surprise. Through the malaise, I had finally put together that I ended up at a grand total of a few inches tall, barely as tall as my girlfriend's finger. My thoughts hiccuped from seeing her peer down at me in her hands, still too woozy to move much at all.

"...You weren't busy tomorrow, right?" Her voice thundered around me, shaking me to my core. I shook my head, unable to form words just yet. The hand that wasn't holding me dared to reach up and prod at me, moving to the side of my head to explore what was left of me. I felt my face heat up when she curled the tip of her finger, pushing against me in a vague simulation of scritching me like a rodent. Some part of my subconscious had me lean into it and close my eyes, which prompted a soft exclamation of delight from her.

I couldn't imagine, in that moment, how being a thrall could ever be a bad thing. All I wanted to do was let her touch me. My hands reached up to grab at her middle finger, which came to rub the back of its thumbnail against my body. She cooed to herself, obviously watching me drink up the affection with touch-starved intensity.

I was in bliss, and I was going to be in bliss for a while. She was happy to accompany me during that.

#g/t #micro/macro #giant/tiny #cw blood #cw bloodplay

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