#genshin impact x dom!reader

[brayneworms]

send up my heart to you.

kinktober day four: overstimulation

word count. 3.2k

content. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, overstimulation, porn with feelings, crying, kissing, gender-neutral reader, reader bottoms, no real power dynamics, implied virgin!xiao, references to xiao's past abuse, subspace, aftercare, mild dumbification, sub-top!xiao, blink and you miss it implications of masochism, this got emotional lol.

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♪ my love mine all mine - mitski

Xiao doesn't know he can get addicted to love.

How could he? It's not like you realise you're craving something when you don't have it. So the first time it's entirely by accident. It takes a lot for him to get like this, to get vulnerable enough. So much of your human lifespan that he feels indescribably guilty, actually, that you've wasted so many years on worrying at the stone wall of vulnerabilities he'd erected so many years ago.

But, diligently—and so humanly—you had.

And there is still so much of him that screams that he doesn't deserve it. That first time, he won't ever forget—bristling with karmic debt, feeling it ooze out of him like a shameful shadow. It rolled down his back in drops of sweat and beaded in his eyes like tears. With every wet, strangled gasp that left his throat it released into the air like a noxious gas, and he waited, body tensed like a loaded weapon, waited for it to kill you.

And it didn't. And it doesn't.

It feels impossible. Nothing should feel this good. It's slow and hard, in the way that it's deliberate. That's the thing that makes Xiao want to cry. You're deliberately touching him. On purpose, you love him.

Your hands are deliberate; there is no chance you'll forget it's his skin you're touching as you knead it between your fingers like fresh bread, fitting your fingers between his ribs, rubbing slow circles over his thighs, tracing the scars that welt up under the flesh. Your fingers paint fire over his body, and disrobing feels like simultaneously the most natural thing in the world, and also something that makes Xiao want to run and hide.

His own skin seems to scream at him. But you must only hear birds.

Soft kisses, dotted down his sternum as your hands skim over the scarred plane of his torso, thumbs circling. Can you feel the way his stomach tenses under the flex of your digits, the way his breath hitches? His ribs creak and expand with each shallow breath. It's dangerous, and he thinks—perhaps he could grow addicted to this.

How awful. To be addicted to something that will be gone in the blink of an eye.

The touches and the kisses, the little whispers are good, but being inside you is something almost indescribable. It's a slow, conscious effort, something almost akin to a play like in the theatre that Zhongli and Hu Tao frequent on their rare days off. There are roles and lines and actions to be memorised, and he does, opening you up—spit, fingers, the help of some slippery oil in a glass vial you produced from your pocket. This, too, is deliberate—the whole time is Xiao knowing what he's opening you up for, and being struck dumb all over again before he's even—

even—

"Are you ready?" you murmur, and Xiao's mouth works soundlessly for a moment because how could he be ready for something like this? He doesn't even know what it's going to feel like. How can he be ready for that?

But what he is ready to do is trust you. With his life, with everything. In so many ways, he's already given you everything. So he nods, trembly and short.

"Can I hear a yes?" Your hands stroke up and down his thighs, the sensitive skin on the inside, and Xiao huffs out a strangled breath.

"Yes," he grits out, teeth mashing together. If it's going to be anyone, it's going to be you. And you smile at him, all lips and no teeth, eyes crinkling in bows and Xiao swallows past the unidentifiable lump in his throat.

(It is only unidentifiable because he is a coward. He knows, deep down, exactly what it is).

You take him in your hand; he's already painfully hard, had been, really, since you started kissing. It's mortifying, this show of desire, but he's helpless before it as you move your hand slowly up and down. You position him between your legs, and he feels the soft, the hot and wet, spit and oil and something else, and it hits him—

He slides in. Xiao sees your thighs shake with the effort, his hands slipping under clumsily to grab at them to help; it feels like all his own strength as been sapped, and as soon as your body swallows the tip of his cock all he can do is slump back against the sweat-damp mattress, mouth open in a silent gasp before it releases in a high, broken whimper like shattered glass.

Arduously, you take him all. By the time you're practically sitting on him he's already an utter mess, squirming and hot under you, his hands scrabbling frantically for purchase on your thighs. His nails leave little railroads behind on your skin.

"Oh," he moans, head tipped back. "Oh—gods—"

"Xiao..." Your fingers trace over his; he can feel your own shaking. "You feel so good."

He blinks his eyes open, shocked to find them already blurry. "I—I do?" he rasps, pathetically, hating himself for it, but your radiant smile makes him ascend.

"Feel like I was made for you," you mumble, and Xiao's heart cracks because how can you, your mortal form, how can you be made for him—toxic and rotten and old, so old that he will outlive you by thousands of years? But then you smile weakly, and you say, "or maybe you were made for me," and that feels a lot more palatable. Xiao can believe quite readily that he was put on this earth for no other reason than to please you.

He rocks his hips up weakly, chasing more of that squeezing wet heat, that almost suffocating tightness, and your body jolts and groans. "S-sorry," he wheezes, but his body can't stop, he can't stop, every cell is on fire and you feel so so so good—

He comes far, far too quickly; it's basically over before it's even started, as he thrusts up into you with a shattered gasp. For a moment his head goes wonderfully, blissfully blank, and it feels like the first time in forever he's stopped thinking long enough to relax. He slumps against the mattress, breathing fast, and peers up at you with wide, apprehensive eyes.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice strangled, weak, pathetic. Self-loathing rises up in a vice, twists up his insides. What a useless tool he proclaims to be. His fingers drop limply from your legs and twist up the bedsheets, avoiding your eye, despising himself. "I can keep going."

Your expression pinches—for the first time, Xiao realises with disconcertion. There had been no trace of disappointment when he'd failed to perform, only now that he offers himself up as a sacrificial lamb for your pleasure. The casual concern makes his head rush.

"It's okay," you say soothingly. "It's a lot. I mean—" You glance down for half a second, but Xiao catches it, follows your gaze. Release drips down from where he's still buried inside you, running languidly down the backs of your thighs. Xiao's face burns, but he's caught between mortification and sudden interest.

A piece of him is inside you. It makes his whole body shiver with satisfaction, like an itch that's finally been scratched. He feels the limp instrument between his legs swell, and it's with more conviction that he says this time, "I can keep going. Please—please allow me..."

Shivering, he reaches a hand up, smooths it up your stomach. Your skin is so smooth and hot, so untouched by the ugliness of war. He wonders how you can stand to look at him, but you can, you do, and he swallows hard as he sits up and presses a stinging kiss to the swell of flesh on the left of your chest. This close he feels your breath hitch.

"If—if you're sure." Your voice has become quiet, shaky. Unsure, for the first time.

"I am." He is so fucking sure—every part of him, apparently, because the heat between his legs is starting to get painful again. "C-can... could I...?"

In answer, you roll your hips against his, testing, slow. He feels like dick twitch inside you, and it shocks him like lightning. It's an odd sensation—a pleasurable burning, feeling momentarily so good that it hurts. Is this normal? He shudders, eyes struggling to focus; every small jolt of him inside you sends shivering bolts of lightning through his body, ones that have him whimpering and gasping much more than before.

It's slightly painful—and it's ridiculous, because Xiao has made friends with agony, had lived through so much of it that he'd come out the other side and regarded it almost as an old friend. But it's a different sort of pain than torture, than brutality, than mindless violence for the sake of it. This is a discomfort he would happily self-inflict.

"Xiao?" you ask, breathlessly. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes," he answers mindlessly, then rushes to correct himself. "Th-that is—it doesn't..." He gathers a sharp breath. "I do not... dislike it."

"Are you sure?"

In answer, he gathers his strength and flips the two of you over. You make a grunt of surprise as your back flops against the mattress, and it takes an awkward few moments of fumbling and sliding sweaty limbs to align yourselves correctly again. Xiao kneels between your legs, keeping himself lifted with his arms on either side of your head. Framing you, like you're a painting. You might as well be.

You stare up at him owlishly.

"I'm sure," he says, then fixes you with an attempt at a flat look. It would probably be more effective if he wasn't blushing madly. "I'm not made of glass, you know. It's far more likely that I'll hurt you rather than the other way around."

"You won't hurt me," you say with so much certainty that it throws him for a loop. Xiao swallows, eyes softening as he gazes down at you. You slip your hand between the both of you and wrap your fingers gently around his cock, and Xiao buries his head in the crook of your neck with a muffled moan. The sound that slips out of him is almost pained, wispy and high as you carefully manoeuvre him back to the heat between your legs.

Sliding back into you is what he imagines heaven must feel like, in the event a wretched creature like him could ever get there. And it burns, every clench and ridge catching on his cock as he pushes back in with a breathless noise, every cell in his body fizzing with life and fire.

"Hah—" The noise slips out like a punch. "Oh, oh..."

"Please." You lift your hips encouragingly, pressing the two of you flush together. "Please move."

The first few thrusts are awkward, but after he manages to pick out a steady sort of rhythm it's so easy to fall back into it. Xiao stares down at you, gobsmacked; is this what you saw, sitting on his waist, looking down? Your head tips back against the sheets, fingers clenching the bedsheets, your lips parted in a helpless little moan. He feels dazed, heavy-limbed: how did you not fall immediately and irrevocably in love?

Oh, he thinks distractedly. Maybe you—

You're getting closer, this time—he's not entirely sure how he can tell, but he just can. Your breathing picks up, gets higher and wispier until you're practically wheezing, and your arm flies up to dig your nails into the foam of hair at his nape, pinpricks of pain to match the sensitivity burning between his legs. Every push in and out of you makes his whole body shudder, makes small, pathetic sounds drift out of him almost absently. It's almost scary, how separated from his own body he feels.

It's something he can only compare to committing absolute violence. Leaving yourself behind like this, to do what must be done.

He has just enough wherewithal to bend his neck, mouthing at your chest, the soft skin under his lips feeling like a miracle, an offence to everything he knows. Your answering groan sends heat rushing between his legs. You're making—he it's because of him, and he's—he's making you feel—

His second orgasm doesn't so much as creep up on him as it does slam through him with barely a seconds' warning. Xiao practically chokes on his, his hips stuttering against yours as his cock twitches inside you, again, and it's so much, too much, that his whole body lights on fire with the oversensitivity. Tears swarm his eyes as he clenches them shut, pressing hard against your collarbone before he slumps, practically boneless.

He can feel you breathing beneath him. Certainly you didn't finish, if the way you're swallowing and breathing hard is any indication. Shame fills him all over again, as soon as the feverish heat retreats. He lifts his head groggily and looks up at you, dread pooling in his stomach—but again, there is no disdain in your expression. Your eyes are wide, mouth parted, but when he locks eyes with you all you do is smile weakly and shrug, a gesture that even Xiao understands to mean it's okay.

Still. It isn't. Not to him.

Through the foggy haze that has settled over his brain, he manages to dredge up two words. Hoarsely, whispered into your skin: "One more."

"W-what?" There's barely time for the shock to slip off your face before Xiao pushes himself up on trembling arms. "Xiao, you—oh!"

The noise you make when he presses his hips flush against you is almost enough to have his cock swelling with interest again. "Wait," you whine, even as your hips arch into him. "Xiao, it's too—you m-must be—"

"I can take it," he grits out, unsure if it's true but beyond willing to find out. He blinks down at you with wet eyes, mouth agape, not thinking to close it, not thinking about whether he looks ridiculous, wanton, or any thousand other things. Only thinking that he wants you, and wants you to feel good. "Please..."

The feeling that rips through him when he rolls his hips against yours almost makes him shriek. It's so much, and a loud buzzing fills his ears as his jaw locks. It needles at him, his skin screaming as he grinds against you, barely thrusting really, just trying to ease himself back into the feeling again. Your expression pinches.

Pleasure pricks through the pain. Xiao groans, effectively brainless, and only one thought drives him forward. He wants to make you come. He wants to see you finish, feel it around him, so he moves his hips again, again, relentlessly, through the overstimulation, through the waves of pleasure that roll over him helplessly. Tears swell up against and spill, and every time he rocks into you he makes a sound like he's been shot through; whimpery and high, wet and pathetic.

A film slides over Xiao's brain. All he can hear is your moans, fast and urgent, and all he can feel is you practically pulsing around him. Nothing should feel this much, he thinks senselessly, and it's only when you put a hand on his face desperately that he realises he's saying all of this aloud, mindless babbling under his breath, a constant stream of consciousness like he'd lost the ability to shut his mouth.

Maybe he has, he thinks distantly, and is that such a bad thing? How can it be a bad thing to be mindless in front of you, to only think about this, it's so good, it hurts but it's so good, he loves it, he loves you—

Still speaking aloud; he can tell by the way your expression slackens, your lip trembles, and you shakily cup his face to bring his lips to yours. He's barely conscious enough to reciprocate, his whole body shuddering with every thrust, and he can feel the quivering vibrations of the both of you moaning into each other's mouths, feel the wetness of saliva and tears, his tears, when was the last time he cried? He'd cry for you, he thinks senselessly. You're worth crying for.

"Please," he begs, not necessarily knowing what he's pleading for anymore. "Please, please, please—"

You tighten around him, and it makes his voice cut out with the noise it makes, and even as he watches through the blurry wet haze of his tears he feels and sees you come undone beneath him, your back arching up to meet him as though you two could possibly get any closer. Your broken-off moans and breathy gasps send Xiao over the edge again with a dry, broken sob.

He's so, so sensitive that even pulling out of you makes him wince and shudder all over again. He watches, dazed, as his own release drips out of you, thankful absently that you thought to put towels down before—before.

You're gasping, hands on his face, a frantic look on your face. "Xiao? Hey. You okay?"

I'm fine, Xiao tries to say, but all that comes out is a breathy whimper. He's still sort of crying, he realises, bringing up a trembling back to touch his wet cheeks. You thumb at his face, the touch almost too much—he wants to curl into his clothes, but of course he has no clothes because he's naked, both of you are—

His face burns with sudden shame. He came three times.

"Did I make you feel good?" he whispers, softly, wide-eyed. Your expression trembles, melts into a soft smile that feels like the closest thing to sedation Xiao can handle.

"So, so good," you assure him, and Xiao melts into your arms with a deep sigh. He's still shaking like a baby bird, but you hold him in your warm arms, as his tears turn to sniffles and then wet, quivering breaths. "You pushed yourself too far, though," you tell him, and Xiao curls up, blanching at any semblance of rejection. "I'm not mad," you hasten to assure him. "Far, far from it. Just... go easier on yourself, next time, please. I care about you. I don't want you to hurt yourself for my sake."

Reality returns in doses. Some semblance of awareness trickles back to Xiao the longer you talk. "I understand," he whispers. "I liked it. It was—perhaps more i-intense than I anticipated, but I liked it. I liked... doing it for you." He blushes.

You press a soft kiss to his forehead. "You're so sweet, Xiao. We'll talk about it more tomorrow, okay?"

He nods tiredly. That sounds agreeable. Tomorrow exists in some far-off dreamland. For now, he can curl up to your side as you carefully manoeuvre the towels off the bed so you can sleep on clean, dry sheets. Xiao clings to you, snuffling into your side like you'll disappear if he lets you go, and you card your fingers through his sweat-damp hair.

It should be horribly embarrassing. But it isn't. It just isn't. Nothing is the way it should be, when it comes to you. Not pain, or pleasure, or any of the things he usually feels. He supposes it's a byproduct of never being loved.

But he loves you. And—

"I love you, Xiao," you murmur against his hair, and if he had any tears left he's sure they'd be welling up in his eyes. As it is, his fingers merely tighten their hold on your waist. "You said it earlier—I don't know if—well. I just wanted to say it. I love you, and you did so, so well for me. Now go to sleep."

Xiao thinks he'd die if you asked him to.

But you don't. You just ask him to sleep.

So he does.

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[the-mxs-of-many]

“Take me one more wave”

Tartaglia/Childe/Ajax X AMAB!Reader

Word Count: 6k

Summary: What started out as a sparring season to you taking Ajax's first eveything, first kiss, first orgasm, first love confession and finally taking his virginity.

A/N: This was based off Sextape by Deftones (hence the title) and a dream I had a few weeks back and it was so good I had to write something based off of it.

Warnings: Overstimulation, edging, belly buldge, use of “good boy” “sweet boy” “darling boy” ect., breeding kink, virginity loss, virginity kink, love confessions, bathtub sex, fingering, blowjobs, grinding, Ajax is called a whore here and there but reader is still pretty much a soft top the wholetime and gives Ajax hella tender aftercare, Reader is AMAB, but is gender neutral besides the world “Sir” being used once to address reader. 

   It had started out on the Millelith training grounds. Childe, being Childe, wanted to spar with you. It was his way to spend time with you. He couldn’t seem to get enough of you. He wanted to be the one you spent your free time with. Even when on duty, he wanted to be beside you at all times. Most people would consider his method of quality time odd; to always want to fight the person of your infatuation, but he, in all honesty, felt most confident on the field, trying to pin you down. Something like a dinner date was unknown and foreign to him. The thought of not being on top of the game, but instead being unsure on a date created a whirlpool of anxiety and uneasiness. He didn’t like the idea of you seeing that unsteady part of him. He wanted you to only see the confident and steady persona he put on. To see him in his raw form, not the man named Childe, but Ajax, a man who barely knew himself outside the battlefield. A man who had never experienced the gentle embrace of a lover in the early morning, the damp warmth of lips on his skin, the breathy whispers of devotion and affection in his ear while falling off the end of total ecstasy. It was something he thought he’d ever receive nor desire to have. But after meeting you, he craved to become familiar with the uncharted pleasures of life. 

   He was happy to experience you entertaining the flirtatious side of him, by returning the flirty remarks that were just as cheesy as his. He could have this as proof that his feelings for you were reciprocated, but his mind told his heart it was only a game, and like all fun times, it would come to an end and you would leave once you were bored of him. He had set in his mind the more extravagantly he presented himself, the less likely you’d leave sooner rather than later.

  Here he was the supposed grandiose Tartaglia of Snezhnaya, pinned beneath you. This was certainly not what he had in mind when imagining you looking up in a frustrated amazement in his grace and skill. No, indeed, you seemed to debunk all his schemes to have you become just as infatuated with him as he was with you. The ever persistent Ajax was beginning to wonder if his fantasies would ever play out. 

  Your smug smirk and hooded gaze only fueled his frustration, and the expression only intensified when noticing his state of displeasure.

  “My, my– not only have I won this match, again, but I’ve gotten under your skin–Who knew this day would ever come?” You cooed, making no move to release his wrist you held captive above his head. 

  “Don’t get too cocky now, comrade, I’m just letting you have it easy as I warm up.” Right after he retorted back, he made a move to flip you both over to get the upper hand, but you seemed to predict his move and used your right foot to pin down his right ankle, making him more open and vulnerable. Your pelvis was now flushed with his and your face, mere inches from his face. Despite him being already red and sweaty from sparring, he now seemed to glow ever brighter in color. 

  He truly was a sight to behold. Gone was his cocky demeanor; replacing it was a flushed and timid man, who was blushing like a virgin bride on her wedding night. Heavy breath, chapped lips parted, eyes glazed with a mix of emotions. 

  Fuck, he was gorgeous like this.

  “Ajax…” His panting became shaky at the name and from one of your hands that was pinning him down, being brought down to stroke fiery hair away from his face and caress his hot cheek.

  “You’re so beautiful, I could look at you for eternity.”

  His shaking breaths stuck in his throat, head dissipating of any comebacks, he could only drag his gaze down from your intense eyes to your lips, ‘they looked so soft…what would it feel like to kiss y–’

  His fantasizing was interrupted abruptly by your lips connecting with his.  

  Until this very moment Ajax thought the only thing he meant to do in life was fight, to come out on top in a battle, and to protect his siblings, even if it meant dying; but you, your body flushed to his, your lips taking all air from his lungs. He knew then that there was so much more to his life. He wasn't sure what it was, but he was determined to discover it with you. He felt you pull away from the kiss, but he wasn't having it. He jerked his head from the ground to painfully smash his lips back to yours.

  “Ow! Fuck! Ajax, you can’t go at it like that. It hurts!” You scolded, pulling further away from him, much to his despair. He argued his discountenment. “But I want to kiss you again!”

  “You can! Just not like that!”

  “What did I do wrong?” His genuine distress took you off guard. 

  “...Ajax–have you never been kissed before?”

  Ajax’s sudden interest in the ground beside him answered your question. 

  “Does it matter?”

  “No, I would’ve kissed you regardless.” He was now looking at you. Those eyes that often had a dull look, seemed to shine, like a sapphire that had been brought back into the light after years being kept in the darkest mines. 

  ‘He truly was a work of art.’

  Your lips met again, your hand tangling in ginger locks as a guide in the much gentler kiss. With a firmer grasp in his hair, you tilted his head back, giving you lips access to his neck. There was a deep moan from his throat when you teased the tip of your tongue along his scars and pecked the multitude of freckles. Your lips were now at his ear canal, you whispered:  

  “Ajax?” He felt his whole body melt into the ground at his name being said so close to ear like that. The hot breath made the crotch seam of his pants uncomfortably tight. There was no way you didn’t feel it poke your stomach. “Are you a virgin too?”

  The fatui that was lax in your embrace tensed up, mind now clearing of the lust that overtook his thoughts to now being flooded with a plan of escape. 

  “Yeah. What about it?” 

  You couldn’t help but let out a giggle at his defensive state. Not mockingly, no never, just utter endearment for the man. “Just wanted to confirm my suspicion, but don’t worry sweetheart, I don’t see that as an issue, nor do I see you as less.” You pulled away from him to straddle his waist, both hands on his chest, his strained cock digging into your inner thigh. “If anything, I find it even more of a turn on.”

  For all the months you’ve known this man, you’ve never seen him so silent, the only noise from him was his heavy, uneven breath, hitching as you grind your hips. “Do you want this? Can I fuck you?” Your hand was now running from his neck, down his torso. “You can say no anytime, my sweet boy.”

  The nickname seemed to snap something inside him, he knew that he wanted, no, needed you, to be taken by you right now, no one else, from here to until his last breath. 

  He shot up, arms wrapping around your waist, bringing you flushed against him. “Yes, I want this.” he begged, losing his sense of sanity.

  You would be hesitant to continue this intimate moment out in the open like this, but luckily the sparring grounds you two choose to match in was somewhat secluded. It was usually used for rookies to fight their higher ups as a final exam, and they didn’t want interruptions. So the likelihood of someone walking into Ajax being pinned to the ground, panting and whining like a bitch in heat were slim. Especially the time of hour, where most of the Millelith were either on duty in the city, at home or in their base quarters still sleeping. “What would the Millelith think if they found you in this state? The great and mighty Childe submitting to a mere soldier?” Your degrading tone only fueled Ajax’s lust.

  “Let them watch, I don’t care, as long as you take me.”

  “Don’t worry my darling boy, I will.”

   Lust is not a foreign emotion to Ajax, but that was bloodlust, and the adrenaline he felt made him want to cease any slow blood flow through his body, to always be sharp and alter, and be on the move or else he feels his veins might freeze. But now, his heart is beating fast, but everything is moving so slow, like honey dripping. His head foggy, his limbs heavy, thoughts suffocated by you, only you. Molten palms burning his now naked chest, sensual fingers gliding up his clothed thigh. He couldn’t recall when you unbuttoned his tunic. He only knows that he is now vulnerable beneath you, like a virgin on an altar about to be sacrificed to a tyrannical god. And this God of Tyranny would be the end of Ajax by pure heavenly ecstasy.

  The hot thick fog is his head was pierced with an imaginative shard of ice when he felt your warm hand palm his hard cock; your lips muffed his shocked moan and continued stroking the base and then rubbing his sensitive tip, which caused a wet patch to soak through the fabric. Wanting to hear his beautiful noises, you removed your lips from his. You couldn’t help but fondly scoff at him lifting his head to follow your mouth. His head was pushed back to the ground by your chokehold on his neck. The loud moan that couldn’t escape his throat vibrated your palm. “Moaning like a common whore? Maybe I should go fuck you in alley like one.” 

  The lack of air caused Ajax’s eyes to gloss over, and their tears to run down to his temple, dampening the hair. You decided to have mercy on him.

  “Shiiit! Stop teasing me!” He gasped out as soon as he felt the pressure release from his neck. “Okay, sweetheart, I’ll stop for now since you’ve been a sweet boy” You cooded, your free hand wiping away a tear and quickening in menstruation on his leaking tip with the other.

  His panting intensifies, his eyes closed and eyebrows drawn like he is trying hard to concentrate. You continued palming his cock until he gasped out again “I feel hot! I feel like–! There’s something coming out–! I’m gonna–! It’s so hot!” His broken sentence was interrupted by a loud moan and then cry of desperation as you stop all minstation on his virgin cock. “NO! Why did you stop?! I didn’t tell you to stop!” The poor boy was an utter wreck, like a mad man about to go on a rampage. “Shhh..” You whispered in his ear, petting his hair. “Be a good boy like I know you can be, and do what I say, I’ll make sure you feel so good, baby boy.”

  The head that was now buried in your neck nodded in compliance, your shirt was now damped by his tears. The hand stroking his hair now gripped it, pulling so his face was now directly in front of yours. “I need you to say, ‘Yes’. Okay?”

  He nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for you; you yanked his locks.

  “Yes..I understand”

  “My good boy..” Your hand goes back to petting him, pecking his cheek with a kiss. You stood, looking down at the disheveled Ajax, his pants soiled, his shirt completely unbuttoned exposing his torso, hair looking like he was just attacked by anemo slimes. His glossy eyes and blotchy red face lacked its usual sharp and smug visage. There was only a mindless, desperate man with no thoughts behind those eyes except for you and you only.  He truly did look like whore you just used in a back alley who’s only thought was to satiate their cock drunkenness by being bred.  

  You reached your hand down to him to help him off the ground. “Let’s take this elsewhere, love.” His heartbeat increased more at the name. It didn’t help that you spoke with a  smile when you called him the enduring name. It wasn’t like the smug smile you’d given him previously. It was gentle, calming, and sincere. 

  As confidently as he tried to get up, his legs felt like mint jelly, and if it wasn’t for your firm grip, he would’ve collapsed back to the ground. His weakened state made no protest when you yanked him close to your body. Your arms wrapped around him to keep him flushed against you. Ajax mimicked your touch, and wrapped his arms around, forearms pressing against your upper back, hands in your hair and face nuzzling your neck. His shaggy ginger locks sprawled over your shoulders, even covering his face. You brushed his hair out his face, “I want to see that handsome face” you whispered. He hid his face deeper in your neck. “You need to shut it with the sappiness, I don’t like how it makes me weak at the knees.”

  “Oh? And how do you plan to shut me up?”He came out of hiding, facing you and smashing his lips against yours, this time without the teeth.

‘He’s learning.’

  Once he let you pull away for breath you said “Let’s get you more presentable sweetheart, and we will go to my place.”

  “It’s about time!”

  Ajax hastily ripped off his jacket and kicked off his shoes when you two landed on your bed, so you took the next step of removing his pants. “You know, it’s almost like you were hoping I would fuck you, considering you’re not were underwear..”

  “You had knocked at my door to ask me to spar with you right when I got out of the shower, and I was too impatient to put some on, the time spent trying to find a pair and put it on would mean less time with you.” Once more you were taken aback by his honesty, you almost felt bad for teasing him about it.

  You pushed him to the bed, crawling on top of him, kneeling between his legs, coming up face to face. “Well I’m glad you enjoy my company as much as I do yours.”

  Ajax’s eyes seem to shine brighter with every word of appreciation and praise towards him. He felt he might burst at the seams if you called him your darling or good boy again, Archons forbid if you continued this genuine expression of fondness for him. He had always  thought the way he would depart from this world would be in a fight of a worthy enemy, but now he thinks he’d prefer to die by your touch, and by your worlds being too much for his heart to take. 

  “You can spoil me with sappy words later, right now I want you to continue what you said you’d do to me back on the sparring grounds.” He demanded.

  “Lose the attitude and ask nicely then I will.” You snapped back.

  “Please, continue…..sir.” He spoke like a brat who was just lectured and was apologizing for his wrong doings.

  “That will do for now.”

  Before he could question what that meant you spat on your hand and grabbed his semi-hard cock, stroking it to its full hardness again and then descended down on him with your mouth. As a miserable attempt to regain some pride and hide that you had so much power over him, Ajax tried to strain his moans by biting his lips and using his hand to cover his mouth for good measure, but even then you could still hear him from above. You wouldn’t be having any of that and stop your menstruation. You grasp the wrist of the hand covering his mouth and pull it away, pinning it down to the bed using your other hand to caress his bottom lip,freeing it from his teeth and wiping away the blood that was seeping from it. 

  “You needn’t be ashamed of the noises you make. It's music to my ears. So lovely…” You trailed off, removing your hand from his face back to neglected cock, guiding back to your mouth. Your eyes closed to indulge in the pleasure of hearing every whimper, gasp and moan he made. Some of them intangible words or “please!” and “feels so good! I need more!”. It was addictive; you couldn’t get enough, and you felt your own arousal intensify.  

  As you increase the intensity of your mouth and hand on his cock. The hand pinning his wrist down to the bed moved to hold his hand, and he held it with a death grip. 

  He watched every moment of your bobbing head; how you’d release his cock to lick up and down with your tongue, teasing his tip with kitten licks while your hand took care of the shaft, then descending again with a gagging sound. Feeling your saliva leak between his thighs was all too much. He felt that strange burning sensation in his stomach return, nails digging into your hand. You felt his free hand fist your hair.

  “I–I think–oh Archons–please–I’m gonna cum–!”

  You looked up at him through your lashes and then thick warm saltiness hit the back of your throat, swallowing what you could. Ajax collapsed completely on the bed, his poor body was shaking like a leaf, his chest heaving. “You were certainly quick.” You purred as you laid next to him, propping your head on your raised hand. 

  “Is that a bad thing?”He questioned

  Before you could respond that ‘no, at least when it came to him, it was not’, he was top of you. “I’ll prove to you that I’m a good enough lover for you, that no one is better than me and you’ll never tire of me!” His depresperateness and pleading eyes chipped at your heart.

  ‘Does he truly think I would throw him away, his first time, if he failed to make me feel as good as previous encounters?’

  “My darling Ajax, this could literally be the most clumsy and disasterous experience with sex, but that wouldn’t deter my want for you.” Your hand intertwined with his hair, massaging his scalp, one hand went to cup his downcast face.  “I don’t expect you to be perfect, especially this being your first time. I didn’t choose to seek out your company just because I thought you were this perfect man, who would fuck my brains out; I liked your company, because I simply liked you as a person. Sex is just a way I can show how much I care for you.” 

  Ajax said nothing to your confession. He hid his face in your neck in reply, arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. You reciprocated his affection by continuing to pet his ginger locks.

  “Let's get cleaned up shall we? I’ll run us a nice hot bath. How’s that sound?” You kissed the top of his head “We’ve worked up quite the sweat.”

  Ajax groaned “But that means I have to let you go.”

 You couldn’t help but giggle at his pouting. “I’ll be right back. If you're that impatient, then you can come with me.” That seemed to satisfy him. 

  You sat on the edge of your bathtub, testing the water of the faucet, and regulating the tub of water to the perfect temperature. His weight was on your back, cheek pressed against your shoulder, arms tight around you. He was abnormally quiet, even his breath didn’t make a sound. 

  “Tell me what’s on your mind, love.”

  “Nothing...” That was a lie, he was thinking how terrified he was that you had such an effect on him, that you had him wrapped around your finger. Not only that, but you were more experienced than him in this area. ‘What if you used his vulnerability, his naivety against him?’  You made him weak at the knees. You made him want to be vulnerable with you. The idea that he didn’t have to be at his best with you terrified him. 

  “We both know that there’s something plaguing that head of yours” Your nails ran up and down his forearm. “But you don’t have to tell me now. You can tell me when you’re ready.”

  Ajax whispered something, but couldn’t be heard over the running water. The tub was full enough now so you turned off the tap. “What was that, darling?”

 “Do you love me?”

  It was your turn to be taken off guard. 

  There was suffocating silence in the bathroom. The only thing to be heard was the echoing drip of the bathtub faucet.

  “Yes.” Ajax’s breath shuttered, arms now squeezing your body.

 “I have for a while now. I just hadn’t said anything until I knew my feelings might be reciprocated.” The silence returned, but it was comforting now. There seemed to be an understanding now between the two of you.

 “Come now, love, the water is perfect now.”

  Ajax stepped in first. His eyes never leaving your figure as he sat down. His stare had grown in intensity since leaving the train grounds. His blue eyes still like vibrant sapphire flames that burned your skin. The lustful glaze saturating them as he watched you remove each item of clothing. You would normally string out the removal of your clothes, but his blazing gaze made the fabric feel like it was smothering you and would melt your flesh if you didn’t remove them at once and extinguish the heat in the water. 

  You sat in the bathtub opposite to Ajax; he didn’t approve of the distance and maneuvered himself to be between your legs, resting his back to your chest. 

  “Sit up and lean your head back for me.” You instructed Ajax and he did so without a word. You grabbed a cup, sitting on the edge out the bathtub, and used it to soak his hair in the hot water.  Ajax sighed. A small smile graced his lips and his shoulders drooped. If he was a cat, he'd be purring by now with your finger massaging his scalp with shampoo. You were quick to wash out the suds so you drew him back close to you. 

  “Let’s wash your body now.” Ajax hummed in agreement.

  Scrubbing away the day's grime with a soapy washrag, you took extra care and delacy with the many scars that littered Ajax’s body. There was a large area of disformed skin traveling from the right side of his upper torso to his neck. Ajax noticed your distraction when you reached the scar. 

  “That was from a fight with two pyro mages when I was seventeen. I know, it's not pretty to look at.” Ajax grimaced 

  “Hm” is all you said in reply as you washed away the suds, and kissed the burnt tissue. “Nothing about you, Ajax, is ugly to me. It’s honestly frustrating how easily you distract me with your pretty boy looks.”

  “Hmm, I’ll have to keep that in mind next time I spar with you.” Ajax teased. 

  You retorted by nipping at his ear. “You better not..”

  You grabbed the washrag again to resume your scrubbing. All was peaceful as you continued washing Ajax until you reached his upper thigh. There was a stab mark on his inner thigh. You heard his breath gasp as you traced it slowly. 

  “When did this happen?” 

  “A fellow ex-fatui didn’t like my cockiness when sparring him and he thought he’d get the upper hand and pull a knife on me. I say ex-fatui because that same knife was lodged in his neck and made him bleed out of the ground.” He said with smugness in his voice. 

  “Good. If he wasn’t dead I would certainly change that.” You responded. Ajax felt his heart swell, at what most would consider a concerning sentiment. 

  You finished scrubbing his thigh and switched to the next, repeating the same path as the other side. The relaxed trance Ajax was in was disrupted by your hand traveling up further than you had previously; you didn’t stop until you reached his still sensitive cock. He gasped at the rough material, his back arching, head landing on your shoulder when you reached his tip. Before he could revel in stimulation you were giving his cock and balls, you descended to his rim. 

  “(Y/N)!!”

  Ajax’s hand shot out to grab on the edges of the tub, knuckles turning white when you abandoned the rag once more to circle the puckered rim with your finger. 

  “Is this okay?” You asked for his consent which he gave whole heartedly with an aggressive nod.

 “AHH–AH!” Ajax gasped for air and then his breath halted when you pushed a finger in his virgin hole. 

  “Breath, darling.” You whispered as you continued to stretch out the ring of muscle. Your free hand went to his chest and tweaked one his perky pink nipple to distract him from the uncomfortable stretch. Once Ajax began to breathe evenly again, you told him you were going to add another. While still breathing, the air leaving him was shaky; as was his legs as you inserted a second finger. 

  You were proud of how well behaved Ajax was while you fingered him open. It wasn't until you added the fourth finger curling them to nail his prostate. His legs trashed about, sending water splashing out of the bathtub. You had to use your own legs to pin his down, halting his squirming, allowing you to stimulate and abuse his prostate without mercy. The unrelenting assault of his ass and nipples had him coming with a loud moan, sobbing when you made no indication to halt your stimulation.

  “Wait….Wait!--- I just- I just came!” Ajax made a pathetic attempt to stop your fingering, You yanked his hand away by the wrist and held it in a tight grasp. You lifted his arms up and around both of your necks, robbing Ajax of any physical control he might have over the situation. 

  The bathroom was filled with Ajax's increasingly louder sobs and cries as he orgasmed a second time from your fingers. You finally showed mercy to the poor virgin and removed your fingers from his stretched, abused hole. 

 “Now that that’s done, let me wash up and we can continue this in bed.” You coyly said. 

 “To hell with you doing it yourself, you’ll probably take you sweet fucking time to tease me!” You would protest, but he was correct. He was much less gentle with bathing you than you had been with him, which was rightly deserved considering you just made the man nearly see white with two orgasms. In a short span of time, the both of you were back on your bed. Ajax propped up on the pillows leaning against the headboard, and you were resting on your heels. His legs lay on your thighs and crossed behind your back. You indulged in the sight before you. Ajax truly was a beauty to behold, even with the multitude of scarring. His skin still looked so soft and delicate; a beautifully flesh pink dusting from his ears down to his shoulders. You wanted to sink your teeth into his defined collar bone, rosy nipples and defined thighs. 

  The room was silent, filled only with the sound of Ajax’s heavy breathing. He felt like he would combust into a ball of flames from the heat of your gaze staring down at him. His tight grip of the bedsheets below him was the only thing keeping him grounded in reality and he couldn’t stand it anymore.

  “Are you just going to stare? Or do I need to make the next mov–mh!”

  He didn’t finish when you pounced, smashing your lips into his parted ones. Your tongue already over powering his. You were intoxicating; he needed more of you. Ajax arched his body to be closer to you. His hand now letting go of the sheets to dig his nails into your bare back. There would no doubt be marks later. The last wall he had built to protect himself crumbled down. He wanted you to take him completely, take him away. Somewhere safe that wasn’t self isolating, but somewhere you were too; keeping each other safe and warm. 

  The blissful trance he was lost in was being taken away from him when he felt you move away and removed him from your strong embrace. “Don’t go..” He whined. 

 You chuckled at his childish antics. “Don’t worry my love, I’m not leaving. Just grabbing something—that will make everything go more smoothly.” You opened the drawer of your nightstand and brought out a glass vial of what seemed to be slime condensation. You moved yourself back over to Ajax, vile in hand, popping it open and pouring a generous amount in your hand. Ajax’s mouth watered as he watched you take your cock in your lubed hand stroking it.

  “Here, I want to do it.” Before you could reply to him, Ajax was pulling your hand away replacing it with his; you let out a loud gasp and Ajax smiled at that, feeling proud he could make you have a reaction like that. He wanted more, he wanted you moaning his name, like he had been with yours. 

  As Ajax continued to stroke your cock, you grabbed the vial again, pouring another glob onto your fingers. With your free hand, you pushed Ajax’s pale thighs apart, exposing his pink rim. 

 “Alright, sweet boy, I’m putting my fingers back in.”  Ajax jerked his hand away from your dick and gripped the sheets again when he felt a finger circle his quivering hole and push in. He gasped, holding his breath. That beautiful arch returning to his spine, making his exposed chest and neck all the more vulnerable and alluring. A heavy wave of lust crashed down over you at the heavenly sight, and your mouth watered, hungering to have a taste of the beautifully pale and blemished skin. Ajax whimpered, feeling your mouth assault his hard pink nipples with teeth and tongue. Once one tit was red and abused, you moved to the next one. Ajax shuttered as the cold air hit the now sensitive and wet nipple, making it even more pebbly and hard than before. 

  Once you thought his hole was slick enough from the slime, you grabbed your cock, guiding the head to the puckered rim. “Are you ready?” Ajax secured his arms around your back, pulling you close so you were now face to face. He nodded his consent and buried his face in your neck when your tip pushed past the ring of muscle. The suffocating pleasure of his tight ass dulled out the returning stabbing and scraping of Ajax’s nails on your back. Once all the way in, you gave Ajax a moment to adjust to being filled. “Are you ready for me to move?” you asked, bring your hand up to stroke his temple with your thumb. “Move, please!”  He stuttered out, sounding out of breath.

 “Breath, darling, relax, don’t fight it.” You began thrusting your hips.

 “Let it consume you.” Thrust. 

 “Archons, Ajax, you feel so good, you’re doing so good.” Thrust.

 “Ah, fuck!” With every sentence, you deepened your thrust, quickening the pace a fraction, and with the growing intensity of your moving hips so increased the noises from Ajax. His soft moans, whimpers, shaky gasps of air. It was addicting. You nearly came with one particularly deep thrust when you saw a slight bulge in Ajax’s stomach. You couldn’t stop yourself from pressing down on the bulge with your palm, causing the redhead to let out a sudden loud moan and grab your forearm as a pathetic attempt to pull it away from his stomach. You were hardly convinced he actually wanted you to stop. 

  Ajax looked wrecked beneath you, like how he did on the sparring grounds, drawn pinched eyebrows, drooling, gaping mouth, with glossy eyes and wet hair stuck to his face, but before there was a feral glaze in his eyes, fueled by combat adrenaline, but now he had a look of utter devotion and, dare you say it, love. The thought that he loved you back pulled at your heartstrings. 

  With a firm grip on his hip bones, you sat back on your calves, making Ajax’s back curve like a cat’s, even mewing like one with the new angle hitting his abused prostate dead on. The slight bulge that would appear with deep thrusts was much more prominent now, even with the shallowest move of your hips. You grabbed one of Ajax’s wrist and brought his hand to the bulge for him to feel. 

  “You feel that love? You feel how deep I’m fucking your tight little ass?” You felt his hole tighten around you, “Oh? You like when I talk dirty to you? Do you like me talking about fucking your whore ass?” The redhead was starting to quiver like bitch in heat now. “Do you want me to praise how good you feel? How well you’re taking me? How much I love fucking you open? How this ass was meant for me and I’ll never want to fuck another bitch who isn’t you? Fuck, I’ll make sure to breed this tight little ass every fucking day so it’s always filled with my cum.” 

  Ajax’s thighs shook and his cock spewed out cum, painting his torso white, even shooting as far to his cheeks. Before he could even come down from his high, he felt your cock leave his hole and he was roughly turned around, face and chest flushed against the bed and ass in the air. He couldn’t get a word out of what you were doing before you entered back into his gaping hole in one thrust, once again nailing his prostate. If it weren’t for the pillow his face was smothered in, the whole room would be filled with pornographic moans and sobs of overstimulation. 

 “You can take it pretty boy, I know you can, because you’re my good sweet boy.” The rough slapping of skin echoed in the room. “Isn’t that right, darling?” You yanked his head back by his hair so he couldn't hide his fucked dump face or moans. “Let me hear you. Tell me you can take it.”

  “I–aAH! I–can-! TAKE IT! AAH FUCK!!” Ajax moaned out as his eyes rolled back and cumming so hard his vision went blurry. Your orgasm following soon after his, groaning out his name, painting his walls white, claiming him as your own. If it weren’t for your firm hand on his hip, his shaky legs would’ve given out under him. You gently rested his lower torso to the bed. The hand on his hip gliding up his side and then to his spine. He relaxed into the bed when he felt your fingers trace his spine up and down and the hand that was still tangled in his hair now massaged the tender scalp. He let out a muffled groan when you kissed the junction of his neck and future smutter his body into the bed with you laying on top of him, not caring that he layed in damp and soiled sheets as that was the last thing on his mind.

  “I love you so much.” Ajax whispered

  “I love you the same.” Your words made the goosebumps on his neck, both by the hot breath hitting it and to verbally hear those words finally fall from your lips. 

  You let the moment fester before you reluctantly begin to free yourself away from Ajax, who whined in objection. You couldn’t help but laugh at his clinginess. 

  “I need you to let me go so I get supplies to clean you up love. I’ll be right back, I promise.” You kissed his cheek and Ajax complied with your request.

  Ajax was in a stupor, about to slip out of consciousness any moment but was interrupted by something warm and wet on his neck. The sweat that had accumulated on his freshly washed skin was wiped away. “I need you to turn around, sweet boy.” 

  While Ajax did try to move on his own, it was mostly you maneuvering him on his back to the cleaner side of the bed. You worked on cleaning his cum coated face, stomach and cock, you knew you’d have to come back with a wash rag for his ass. Because even after cleaning away the cum from his used hole, more kept on seeping out, even when you scooped it back in with your fingers. “I’ll need to make sure to get you a pretty plug so you stay filled with my cum. I guess I’ll just have to keep breeding you to keep you full until then.” Ajax turned more red and whimpered at the lewd proposition. “I think my body would handle transforming into Foul Legacy better than if you were to fuck inch out of my life again!” He said exasperated. “Shit, I still feel myself shaking!” 

  It was true, his body still temored, like a newborn fawn learning to stand for the first time. As much as you’d like to take Ajax back into your arms now that he was clean, the bed wasn’t in a state that would be considered comfortable to cuddle in. “I don’t have extra sheets to change out my bedding, do you want to go to your room?” You asked.

  “No, too much effort. Just throw some blankets and pillows on the ground and call it a day.” That sounded like a plan to you. “Don’t move a muscle dear, I’ll make us something.” You kissed his cheek and left to search for whatever cushioning you had laying about in your quarters. When the nest of random blankets and pillow was complete you returned to Ajax, who now looked to be asleep. You brushed away the ginger bangs covering his eyes, “It’s ready Ajax, I made us a nice spot in front of the stove.” Ajax only responded in a hum. “Are you still there, love?” No response. 

 “Poor thing, I really tired him out.” 

 Stooping down, you scooped him up bridal style, carrying his limp body to the makeshift bed, gently laying him down and scurrying back to the actual bed to grab the comforter that had nearly been pushed off the end of the bed. After laying out the comforter on top of the Ajax, you crawled under the cover and spooned him from behind, making sure to not leave an inch between each other. You kissed the many freckles on his neck and shoulders until you too felt the weight of sleep closing in on you. 

 “Sleep well, My Darling Boy...”

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[angelsrcute]

Baby, keep your eyes on me. ౨ৎ

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — yandere men who'd tie up someone and fuck you infront of them if they jealous. Gosh, the fucking audacity. How dare that fucker look at you in a wrong way? it's as if his hand on your waist and the way he clings to you isn't enough. Your head pushed into the pillow, your ass up in the air as he fucks you to next week, his other hand gripping into your waist. Ouch, that would leave marks.

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ— The bound stranger struggles to get out of the chair, screams muffled. Loud moans echoing in the room, your ass red from the spankings, it hurts! Well, who cares, at this point you can only think about how well his cock slides in n out of you, stretching you out, hittin' all your good spots. The lewd sight, full on display for that unfortunate man :(

“Such a stupid slut, gettin' off of this, do you like this? gettin' fucked in front of someone? tsk, can't even keep quiet like a good girl,”

Oh, well what happens to the guy after that is a mystery! :3

Leona, ROOK, Leech twins, Blade, Boothill, Asmo, Barbatos, Childe, Sukuna, TOJI, Scara, Pantalone, Chuuya, DAZAI, Akutagawa + your favs.

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[alhaithamtit]

cw: premature ejaculation, sextoys, dom!gn!reader

IMAGINE

fucking a virgin guy with a fleshlight. watching him sob and writhe underneath you as the tightness of the toy makes him cum in three pathetic thrusts. don't stop. use it on him until all that comes out of him are pathetic whimpers and moans. watch as he falls apart, his balls empty and orgasms dry.

gepard landau, dr. ratio, leviathan (obey me!), alhaitham, diluc ragnvindr, neuvillette

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[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙥! ♡︎

characters: sub!big men x nb!dom!reader

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, breeding, creampie, slapping, hair pulling, size difference, rough sex, strap/cock traditions, feminization like a lot, mentions of lactating, just dumb big sub men getting fucked stupid<3

notes: thinking with my clit rn… divider by @/reveriesources

big men! who can’t help but feel something swirling in their stomach every time they see little children going around, clinging to their parents, excitedly chattering on and showing their proud work

big men! who can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have your own children. you two have been together for long enough now, he guesses it should be time to bring up the topic of children and raising a family together

big men! who absolutely adore children despite their large physique and threatening appearance. and children love them in return and so are you with children as well. he sees it as an absolute win-win. you both love children and they love you two back. it would only be normal to want a cute family together, right?

big men! who nervously bring up the topic of children one day after a nice homemade dinner. he speaks in stutters and stammers — uncharacteristic as he fiddles with his hands, looking down at his lap. what if you weren’t ready? what if you turn down the idea? what if you don’t even want children to begin with?

big men! who let out a sigh of relief when you reach out, your smaller hands covering their own as you sooth his worries. who smiles in sheer utter joy when you say you want children as well

big men! who later into the night get absolutely wrecked. legs shaking, voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming. mind delirious, barely hanging on a thread as his glossy eyes look at nowhere in the room. who can’t help but let out a shriek when you enter him again. big and thick cock hitting his sensitive spots, making him squeal and thrash around on the bed until you pin him down with your weight

big men! who cry and blabber about being too goddamn full. who talk about your cock fucking his insides, rearranging his organs. who deliriously smiles and lets a drunken giggle slip when he feels the small bump in his stomach from the sheer size of your strap and cum mixed together

big men! who drool on the sheets when he can feel you slap his ass. the sting feeling so damn delicious, he couldn’t help but ask for more. to slap his ass and squeeze and fondle his tits until they’re all sore, red and lactating

big men! who lets out a weak pathetic excuse of a whine when you cum deep inside him for the nth time that night, legs spasming from the feeling of your hot seeds painting his walls

big men! who get fucked until their mind breaks, blabbering and slurring about how you were fucking his womb now. how he can feel your tip bruising his cervix and that you’re gonna knock him up

big men! who eagerly push you down, straddling your lap when you mischievously ask him to ride your cock since you’re so damn tired

big men! who rides your strap happily, his own cock repeatedly hitting his stomach as he sinks down on your strap again. the sheer amount of cum dribbling down your shaft, his thighs and making a mess

big men! who place a hand over the small bulge on their stomach. lust hazed smile on their face as they slur out words of getting pregnant. who blabber on and on so cutely about finally starting a family with you. who giggles when he feels you cum inside him again, saying he wants to make sure that his womb gets filled to the brim, wanting to carry your children even though he doesn’t even have a womb

big men! who whine when you try to tap out, too exhausted to continue. but he wants to! he wants to make sure you fuck your cock deep inside him, pushing past his cervix walls and cum inside him over and over till he gets pregnant!

big men! who fucking squirts. weak and limp cock spurting out pathetic excuse of droplets of cum before shooting blanks, pushing his red ass flush against your hips to make sure you don’t pull out. who lets out the loudest fucking scream when your hand gently yanks his hair, pushing his face into the pillow to muffle his noise as you continue to ram your cock inside him

big men! whose moans and whimpers turn so high-pitched, so weak, so girly as his whole body spasms and shakes under you like a weak fawn. who keep daydreaming of a cute domestic life with you and your kids together in his cotton filled brain

big men! who are just fucked dumb. not a single thought or an imagination in their mind as they simply lay there. take, take, take and take until you two finally tap out. you, too exhausted. him, exhausted, with a sore throat, with old and new tear stains on his cheeks, drool slipping down his lips with a shaking body. who passes out after you cum inside him for the nth time

big men! who dream of starting a family with you. the two of you with a cute child or a few more since he was such a big family man. the kids running around, the two of you watching them with a smile as the two of you make dinner together

big men! who wakes up all sore and exhausted the next morning. they’re absolutely drained and even trying to speak hurt

big men! who can finally move around after a while. who place a hand over his stomach before realizing the bulge is gone since you have already did an aftercare together after he passed out. who feel a growing sense of great sadness as their eyes brim with tears and their lips quiver

big men! who shake you awake with a sense of urgency, asking you to hurry and wake up. when you finally do, you’re greeted with the sight if your lover with tears in his eyes

big men! who complain, hiss and even cry as he stammers about not being pregnant. who take your hand in his own, squeezing your hand slightly with a pout on their face, “you should have knocked me up! i wanted a baby with you! did you.. not want a baby?”

big men! who cry crocodile tears when they realize that they can’t get pregnant after you explain it to them. mind still too fucked dumb, brain filled with nothing but statics and cotton. who literally sobs in desperation when he realizes he can’t get knocked up by you

big men! who sniffle as you turn their face to look at you. who finally starts to calm down when you assure him with a smug smile that you will continue to fuck your cum inside him over and over until he finally gets pregnant. isn’t his partner just lovely?

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[kalystatheevil]

picture scaramouche bent over, hands tied behind his back, face pressed to a coffee table with you holding him from behind

tw: cursing, cnc, praise, humiliation, dom reader, unhealthy use of ellipses; (amab reader), 18+

you rub your glistening cock between scaramouche's spread asscheeks, almost moaning from the view alone. your precum is already leaking into the cracks, moistening them prettily.

"fuck, scara… what did i tell you, huh?" a sharp slap resounds, and scaramouche's right cheek immediately starts turning pinkish. the boy grits his teeth.

"go to hell you fucking psycho."

"mhhh…" your thumbs leave little indents in the supple skin of his ass. between them, a throbbing hole clenches nervously. "a psycho, am i."

scaramouche moans as you push the tip past the rim. you're sure he didn't mean to, but it still escaped his lips. slowly, you push just the tip in and out, watching intently as the skin spreads around the gland, swallowing it greedily.

"you stretch so beautifully, scara," you coo, a soft blush on your face. "so incredibly beautiful"

"stop— stop looking!" scaramouche growls. "it's—" he gasps loudly when the tip enters him yet again, face already red from all the blood gathering in his head.

"it's what, scara..."

"it's— ugly…"

at this, you click your tongue and stop. "ugly?"

scaramouche becomes angry, deflecting from his quickly rising shame. "yes, ugly. seriously, stop with this stupid game you're playing, i don't need you to act like you're into th—"

you thrust into him, deep and hard. scaramouche's words are lost in a strangled gurgle as his eyes roll back.

"it seems i need to fuck that thought out of you."

with one roll of your hands, you shorten the rope connected to his tied wrists, tugging them upwards. slowly, you start to roll your hips back, watching as the rim catches and slides over your cock. you moan. "aah, scara… you look so, so pretty like this"

"fuck… you… ngh— a-aahn…"

you breathe heavily. "fuck. fuck, scara. you take me so well. look at you, moaning like a slut..."

"shut— shut up. fuck. i'll kill you. i swear i'll fucking kill y— MGH!" you slam back into him. any further protest is drowned by the sound of thighs hitting flesh in sharp slaps as you start pounding into him. harder and harder you thrust back inside, needing to reach deeper, faster, harder.

it doesn't take long for scaramouche to lose his composure. on the surface of the coffee table, he rolls his head almost limply to the side. his eyes are blurry with pleasure, but still he tries to look at you out of the corner of his eye - to make you see exactly what you are doing to him.

you breathe a laugh, panting hard. under scaramouche's mouth, a steadily growing puddle of drool forms. he twitches, legs giving in.

you grab his hips so hard his skin will certainly bruise. scaramouche is not yet allowed to stop taking you. you stare and stare, fucking him until the world starts to tilt, until your cock feels numb from sheer pleasure, until you start twitching so hard that it's visible on the front of scaramouche's stomach—

you cum hard, gasping for air. white stars form in your vision, and you can feel your hands tremble on his soft skin.

"haha…" you laugh, out of breath. under you, scaramouche whimpers quietly.

after a moment, you pull out slowly. a thick line of cum connects the tip of your still slightly twitching cock with scaramouche's warm, fluttering hole. "ahh… fuck. my cum… hahaha… deep… deep inside you…"

scaramouche lets out another whine. his hole clenches before releasing a white drop of liquid. he whimpers, trying to say something.

"mh?" you ask, using your thumb to smear the droplet around the throbbing hole. "speak up, scara…"

amidst his wordless whimpers, you push your thumb inside and laugh again, feeling scaramouche milking it powerlessly.

"i wonder when you came…"

"mmglh…" scaramouche answers. when something warm touches his freely leaking cock, he flinches lightly. a moan tumbles over his lips. with the palm of your hand, you rub the tip of his soft erection.

"or rather… how many times." scaramouche's eyes slowly roll backwards. with a grin, you raise your hand back up and glide your tongue over the palm, humming appreciatively at the taste. "yum ~"

"no…more…" scaramouche finally breathes. "can't…" your arm slings around his belly. with ease, you lift him up. "ahn—"

"no more? no more, scara?"

"no... more..."

"but baby..." you place a soft kiss on his temple.

"we were just getting started."

[formatting shamelessly stolen from scara smut writer @hanxku]

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[brenbofen]

Don’t cry, Hydro dragon! ♥︎

Sub Neuvillette x Dom AMAB Reader

Broadcaster Message - dragonss……oughhhh. need me a needy dragon boyfriend. sorry both of my works for Neuvillette ended with bath sex, obsessed with the idea of carrying a tired n sore neuvillette to a bath and letting him cock warm ans sleep against you you while you wash him.

Notes 🗒️ - Sub Neuvillette, Dom AMAB Reader, Genshin Leaks?, Pet names (Dove), Anal penetration, Reader is big, Belly Bulge, Dacryphilia, Cockwarming, Reader is strong enough to lift Neuvillette, Needy Neuvillette, Probably OOC Neuillvette, Short-ish? Let me know if I missed anything!

!! Not Proof Read !!

“It’s beginning to rain, dove. Wonder why that is?”

You laughed as you looked away from the windows and down at your boyfriend Neuvillette. His body trembled as you pushed your dick deeper and deeper into him, tears prickling in his eyes. He sniffled once you got only half your length within him, pitifully clawing at the blankets beneath him in an attempt to ground himself. You hummed, leaning down and kissing Neuvillette softly, dragging your hand up his chest, grinning against his lips when you felt him squirm as you fully sheathed yourself within him.

You pulled away, gently squeezing Neuvillette’s stomach, admiring the small lump that formed on his stomach. Neuvillette glanced down at it then threw his head back, letting out a pitiful sigh once his head hit the plush of his pillows.

You hummed as you looked outside and saw the dark clouds dissipate, glancing over and seeing the tears on Neuvillette’s face drying. You leaned down and kisses Neuvillette, mumbling against his lips, “I’m gonna start moving, dove. Alright?” Neuvillette nodded, letting out a groan when he felt you begin to thrust in and out of him.

His hands flew to your neck, nails digging crescent moon marks into your flesh as he felt your fat dick drag along his walls. “W-wait! It hurts— AhhHHh—“ You sunk your teeth into Neuvillette’s neck, giving him something to distract from the pain of you stretching him out. He let out the sweetest whimpers as your dick rubbed against his prostate, tears beginning to prickle in his eyes again.

You loved when your dove cried, and you especially loved how rain would always follow when he shed tears. You moved up to kiss Neuvillette’s cheeks, gently rubbing his cheeks to wipe his tears. “Y-your- hahHHhhh—“ Neuvillette hiccuped when he felt you begin to thrust faster, hands trembling against your neck. “Yo—u’re s’ bigg- Mhmm-“ Neuvillette drew his words out, speech slurred and sentences just barely coherent.

You chuckled against Neuvillette, feeling him clench tightly around you, tears spilling down his cheeks. “I know you can take me, dove.” You gently ran a hand through Neuvillette’s hair, “You’ve done it before.” Neuvillette let out a shaky breath at your words, thighs trembling around you as he pushed his hips against you. You loved how quickly he fell apart beneath you, crying and hiccuping the moment you began touching him.

The only sound within Neuvillette’s room was his moans and sobbing paired with harsh rain thudding against the window. You dragged your hands down Neuvillette’s body, softly cooing at him as he cried and cried. “Pleashh- You’re too b-ig! ‘s too muchh!“ Neuvillette cried as he tugged on your hair, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as you pounded into him. You didn’t say anything just kissing his face, mumbling soft praises and affirmations as you were balls deep within Neuvillette.

No matter how many times Neuvillette took your dick he could never get used to it, you were so impossibly large and stretched him out so much, he couldn’t help but cry! But he loved how close you were, if he went too long without you beside him he’d cry even harder. You both knew he was an emotional man.

Through gritted teeth Neuvillette tried so suppress his whines when he felt you release in him, reaching his orgasm shortly after. His body shook as you massaged his hips, allowing him to grind against you and ride out his high. “I told you you could take it.” You grinned at Neuvillette, the man just sighing and pressing his hands to his face.

You clicked your tongue as you glanced outside once again, “The rain stopped.” Neuillvette looked outside as well, taking his shaky hands from your neck to wipe his tears, breathing returning to normal and body ceasing it’s trembling. “We should clean up.” Your tone was flat as you turned to Neuvillette, seeing an adorable pout form on his face. You attempted to pull out, but Neuillvette wrapped his legs tightly around you, straining to sit up and wrap his arms around your neck once again.

“Please don’t pull out.”

You sighed as you stared at Neuvillette, having to fight the smile tugging at your lips as he clung to you and pressed his face into your neck. “Alright.” You shrugged and hooked Neuvillette’s legs over your hands, lifting him and carrying him out of his room and down the hall to a bathroom. Thankfully no one was inside of his home at the moment other than the two of you.

You carefully set Neuvillette into the bathtub and began to run the water, hand under it to test the temperature. “This fine?” Neuvillette escaped his daze from your words and stared at you with a cloudy gaze before slowly nodding, swirling the water with his hand. You tilted your head, watching as Neuvillette looked so sad in the water, then you heard the rain.

You hummed, leaning on the edge of the tub and running a hand through Neuvillette’s hair. “What’s wrong, dove?” Neuvillette looked up at you, pointed ears twitching as he thought, straining to form coherent sentences in his tired mind. “I asked you to not pull out.”

You stared at Neuvillette for a moment before bursting into laughter, the man flushing bright red at the sight. You wiped tears from your eyes as you regained your composure, smiling softly at Neuvillette, “So that’s what it is?” You made a ‘tsk’ sound before getting up and stepping into the bath, turning Neuvillette so he was facing you, legs now straddling your lap. “You’re so needy, y’know that?” Neuvillette just huffed as he clambered into your lap and lined himself up with your dick. Thankfully he was still stretched out from earlier, so there wasn’t much pain, just a small hiss from Neuvillette as your tip pushed past his hole.

You hummed as Neuvillette situated himself on your lap, Neuvillette letting out a satisfied sigh when he got your full length inside of himself. “You complain I’m too big, but get upset when I’m not in you?” You grinned at Neuillvette, the man rolling his eyes at your teasing tone. He pressed his face into your neck, humming when your hands found a home within his hair.

“Let’s clean you up now, yeah?”

#📺 brenbofen’s stories #writing #dom reader #male reader #sub neuvillette #genshin x reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x male reader #neuvillette smut #sub genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #sub genshin #dom male reader

[poksmimi]

FUCKING YOUR STEP-BROTHERS!

contains♪ : scaramouche, alhaitham x afab!reader, stepcest, stepbrother, stepfather, breeding kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, reader wears a skirt, GN!reader, no pronouns for reader, squirting, pussy spanking, ass spanking(once), clit rubbing, degradation, name calling; whore, slut. Petnames; Darling, Baby, grammar mistakes.

notes♪ : 'm love icky boys, so be warned!! and part will be Dottore, Zhongli !! ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖ ♪ !! If there are any grammar mistakes, tell me!!

SCARAMOUCHE

You turn your head sideways, your eyes meet up to see his, your stepbrother's eyes. He has a smirk on his face, his teeth showing. His hand was gripping at your leg, going up to your thigh as he slips his pants into your skirt, his hand rests on your cunt through your panties. You gulp and sweat goes down your face, his hand slowly rubbing up and down your cunt. Your pussy begins to get wet, a shiver of satisfaction goes down your spinal cord. He looks at you and you know what to do afterwards this dinner is over.

The bed is creaking, the headboard hitting the wall. Your mouth is wide open and drool hits your pillow, your mind feels hazy and he grabs your face. Your hands grip at pillow, his dick hitting spots in your cunt, he groans and closes his eyes. Gritting his teeth and the squeezing of your cunt doesn't help, your cunt feels so good around his dick. His face flushes red, his hair sweating to his forehead as sweat covers his body, his hands shakily grip at your hips, pounding fast and hard at you. "Fuck– your slutty cunt feels so 'm good around 'm!" He mutters, a ring of white liquid surrounds his cock. Your eyes are completely rolled back, your hair is sticking to your sweaty body. You can taste your own drool going back to your mouth as you can feel his dick ramming inside of you, your sight is hazy and blurry. You can smell sex, sweaty bodies and you can hear you and scara moaning, the springs of the bed speaking and the headboard hitting the wall in loud thumps. You don't know how long you guys been going, but your cunt still clenches for more. Your nails dig into the pillow and your cunt spasms around his cock, he bites down in his lower lip and goes faster, feeling his end and he closes his eyes, nails digging into your soft skin. "Darlin', your going to make 'm fucking fill you up again." He whispers, you moan weakly, the bed stops creaking as he stops and digs his nails dig in your skin, his palm spanks your pussy as you stiffen, your clit getting spanked adds more pleasure, you squeal and you squirt, wetting the bedsheet so much. His dick spurting out his semen, filling you up, some of his seed spills onto the cum-covered bedsheet. His hand spanks your cunt once more and his palm connects to your ass, smirking down at you. "You didn't think this was over, did you baby~?" He smirks.

ALHAITHAM

You smile at him, showing your teeth and he glanced at you, you smile nervously. Fixing yourself up, fixing your hair and getting up before making your way to him, you had always been interested in Him and him becoming your stepbrother was going to make it more easier to be near him. He looks at you and your hands begin to be sweaty, he blinks and shakes your hand, you grip at his hand. You see a glint in his eyes, your face becomes darker, a shiver of pleasure or fear goes down your spine, your legs close and you hope that what your thinking is true.

"Al-haithie!" You croak, your eyes rolling back to your head, his big dick was pounding inside your squishy, mushy wetness. The table rattles, making the legs hot and scrap the floor hard, your legs wobble as his dick makes you cock-drunk. "Isn't this what you wanted 'm to do all along! You whore, you wanted this." He whispers, holding your waist, playing with the skin as he fucks you, it makes a loud clapping sound when he thrusts back into you. Your vocal cords hurting due to screaming in pleasure, your toes curl, loud clapping and thumping is heard until he comes to a stop. His dick spurting out his semen, your cunt clenches really hard around his dick, some of his seeds slip out and go onto the floor. You can hear your heartbeat but he doesn't stop, you yelp and grip at the table. "Wha—?" You say but his hand covers your mouth as his other hand hooks you under and makes you stand as he faces your body towards the couch, his two fingers inside your mouth as he taps your tongue. Making you suck on his two digits as he begins to move once more, fucking your wet filled-cum pussy, your cunt leaking out semen your juices onto the floor, his hard dick fucks your tight cunt. Your moans are muffled as tears begin to develop in your eyes, he groans into your ear, closing his eyes as he fucks you. "Going to come for your step brother, aren't you slut?" He speaks, his face is red and his white hair clings to his forehead, your hair sticks to your sweaty body. His dick was making you crave for more even when he is still fucking your cunt, his fingers leave your mouth and lay on-top of your bud. Resting on your clit as he rubs it, adding more not the pleasure, your eyes roll back as you scream. He fucks into your cunt so hard while rubbing furiously at your clit, your vision goes blurry, your stomach feels weird as you let out a loud-moan scream, his palm rubs at your clit and pussy, your squirting, wetting the couch and the ground. "AHh!" Your moans continue as he kisses your check, his dick soon spurting out semen, filling your cunt with more gooey cream. "Don't worry, darlin'. We aren't over just yet~" he purrs.

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[brayneworms]

roots of lore.

ft. xiao x gn!reader

word count. 1.4k

content. scars, scar touching, xiao's backstory (mentions of abuse + slavery), massages, xiao is touch-starved, fluff, petnames (sweet boy), grinding, not technically smut but definitely suggestive, light dom/sub undertones (dom!reader + sub!xiao).

synopsis. xiao is free now, but his scars remain.

notes. i am an nsfw blog, minors dont follow me or interact.

Xiao's body locks up beneath you, a trembling cage of flesh and soul.

You're reminded of when he'd grudgingly agreed to spar with you for the first time, after much wheedling. The first time you'd asked, he'd looked at you like you'd grown another head; the second time bred only subtle irritation. The third, he'd informed you flatly that under no uncertain circumstances could you beat him, and he doesn't like to fight at the best of times.

The tenth time, you wore him down. It had been exhilarating—you got your ass beat, sure, and Xiao had been going very easy on you, too. You'd limped back to the Wangshu Inn with bruised ribs and a strained ankle and a huge grin. You're sure Xiao thought you even stranger after that. But now it's become routine, and though he has years of experience on you, sometimes you're quick enough to get a couple of hits on him.

One time, oh, one time you managed to get his feet out from under him with a training staff, a harsh whap to the ankles and he went down, knees and face in the dirt. Before he can get his hands under him to push himself back up, he feels a phantom weight settle over him like a shadow, and he freezes. The blunt tip of your staff presses into his spine, right over a ridge, in a way that renders him temporarily motionless. Your knee brushes against the outside of his hip as you lean down, and when you speak, you're so close to his ear that he can feel his pulse in his skull; "Got you."

This is the first time you feel it—the way Xiao freezes when he's bested. At first you think you've made him uncomfortable, but... through the tufts of dark hair obscuring his expression, you can see the tips of his ears burning red. You can feel the slightest tremble running through his bones where your body just barely brushes his own. And, most tellingly, when you lean forward to murmur what was supposed to be a gloat, you feel the choked-off noise he bites back somewhere high in his throat at the contact.

And you suppose it's not so different to now, really—your room at the Wangshu Inn is quiet and decent, half-lit by glass lanterns and the moonlight outside. You're far too high above Liyue for any stray passersby to be able to see through your windows, which is just as well. You don't want anyone to be privy to this view except for you.

He's still mostly dressed, which is almost more tantalising than seeing him naked; there's something about the way the fabric drapes over his skin that makes you want to eat him alive. He's taken to burying his face in the bedsheets to hide as you work at him, a palm spread wide over his stomach to feel his stomach rise and fall. Even this contact sends his blood catching alight, his spine arching into your touch as your thumb strokes at the skin. Laving your care into pale flesh, one gentle swipe at a time.

You set another hand gently on the jut of his hip, push him back down to the bed. "You okay?"

Xiao presses his lips together, half mortified at his own lack of control and half blissed out beyond caring. Nobody has ever touched him like this, with so much care, so much love—it feels foreign, bubbling up hot and carbonated inside him like it insists upon itself. Calling out to an endless void, love me! Love me!

It seems impossible. But here you are, rolling him over on his stomach. He's half-grateful; burning up from the intensity of your stare, neck sore from trying to burrow into the bed to hide from it. He sinks his head into the pillows and let loose a long, trembly sigh as you clamber gently over him, legs bent on either side of his hips. The weight of you rests on him as you reach out to toy with a lock of dark hair.

Xiao whines at the suggestion of tension against his scalp; you pull nowhere near enough to hurt, but the in-between is maddening. It's like anticipation, like holding a loaded crossbow waiting for the bolt to loose. It feels like you should hurt him. Like you should want to. But you don't, and before long your fingers leave his hair to trace patterns on the nape of his neck, and Xiao shudders, burying his head into the pillow.

"You're okay, sweet boy," you murmur, and Xiao wants to argue that he's not a boy, he's so far from it, and sweet sounds like a joke when it tries to stick to someone like him. Karmic debt oozes from his pores, gritty and dark and acidic, surely infecting even your lovely hands, and Xiao readies his voice to say all this but then you run a finger hard down his spine and he stifles a whiny noise into the sheets instead.

He's aware, vaguely, that he's panting, that he's never felt this alive in this way in all his life, that what started as uncertain jerks of his hips to relieve some of the weird tension building hot in his low stomach has turned into a steady, rhythmic movement. His hips roll against the mattress, ignited by your careful touch, your fingers that dance on the precipice between pleasure and pain. It's too much, it's not enough, and Xiao stifles another cry into the mattress, mortified.

You stop quite suddenly, and Xiao makes another pathetic noise before realising where your hands have paused. The window in the back of his shirt that ripples over the skin of his spine, baring the flesh for the world. His heart flies into his throat; he usually keeps a glamour up, nothing especially powerful, just enough to heal his skin and keep people from seeing—

Your fingers trace a scar, and Xiao feels the prickling of tears at his eyes. Seeing that.

"Xiao," you whisper, and try as he might he is unable to read your tone. He's rooted to the spot, unable to move a muscle, and the fiery want in his abdomen goes cold and rotten in earnest. He can't look back at you. You've seen.

You must think he's hideous. A thing only worthy to be kept, to be hit, to be made use of. He wants to curl into himself and hide.

"I've never seen these," you murmur. "Do you keep them hidden?"

Shamefully, Xiao forces himself to nod; he can't possibly speak.

"Oh, sweet boy..." And your hands move again, tracing up and down the ridges, the jagged X that serves as a remnant of his days of servitude, tattoos his skin like a brand of ownership. Whip scars, beatings where the skin sliced open, pockmarking an unmeasurable amount of skin. Xiao wants simultaneously to pull away and to melt into you; he wants to let you rip him open at the seams, sink your hands into the ichor and black karma that makes him up inside. The thought of disappearing into the wind flits briefly, temptingly, across his mind—and then your hands drag over the center of that jagged X and his eyes roll back in his head, and the sinks into the mattress with little more than a whimper.

"You're so beautiful," he hears you whisper, and it feels impossible, like a sweet dream of some other reality where he deserves such gentle treatment. Your fingers nudge at the back of his head, coaxing. "Look at me?"

He cracks open a heavy eye with great difficulty; it gleams bright as topaz above cheekbones shaded in deep scarlet, hair amuss, shielding the rest of his expression, but his eyes speak enough. He looks agonised.

You lean forward, press your lips to the raised center of the labyrinth of scars in a stinging kiss, and Xiao swallows a choked noise. "I don't want you to hide these from me anymore, okay? Look how strong you are. How brave. I want to be reminded of that every time I look at you—that's what you deserve."

Xiao draws in a shaky breath. "I am not... any of that," he mumbles, paying no mind to how wrecked his voice sounds. "These are marks o weakness. Of servitude."

"And now you're free," you whisper, and Xiao's heart soars like a bird over the horizon. "Free to wander, to love. Free to stay right here with me."

Xiao can think of nothing better.

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[uplatterme]

Imagine Idol Aether where you fuck him backstage but you don’t let him cum so he just has to perform horny🤫

Also can I be 🦷 anon

—idol!aether/manager!reader, sub!aether/dom!reader | edging, mentions of exhibitionism | reader has a dick and penetrates, gets called sir

aether continues to pant, his body hugging yours.

his poofy white shorts lowered to his thighs, cum leaking from both of you.

his music continues to play from the stage, loud enough to be heard here in his dressing room.

“please.” he breathes.

he feels your hand caressing his back, the soft touch just making it unbearable. he wants to cry so badly, he needs it and you weren’t giving it to him.

“no tears. it’s too late to get your makeup retouched.” you warned.

“y-yes, sir.”

each thrust pleasurable but agonizing, but he’d rather have this than nothing.

“you like it, don’t you? hearing your fans excitedly cheer for you…meanwhile, you’re here getting dicked down by your manager.”

the idol hides his face on your shoulder.

“c-can’t help it…you make me feel so good.”

you bend him on his table, the mirror facing him as he gets pounded.

“i bet you’d love to be fucked on stage, hm?”

he doesn’t know how to answer to that. it was a thought that’s crossed his mind before, he doesn’t dare to lie.

the urge to pull on his golden locks was high but you decided against it, not wanting to ruin his hair.

besides, you were already ruining his bottom half.

“you just adore attention, don’t you? you think those fans of yours can’t see under your shorts whenever you dance?”

“you made me wear it…” he argued, his lips trembling from keeping every sound in his chest.

no moaning or screaming, you said. it’ll ruin his voice, you said.

and yet here you were dicking him down ruthlessly as if that won’t affect his dancing. he bites the bottom of his lips, his thighs are already shaking on their own.

“you act like i forced you into this. i gave you options, didn’t i? but you still chose this one.”

aether lets out a soft grunt as he feels your movements directly hitting that spot.

the idol looked drunk, he wanted to grip on something but he could do nothing but close his fists on top of the table.

“what is it? you want to show off to your fans that bad? or is it because that one boy group you like is attending today’s concert?”

aether shakes his head. “ngh…no. only you, i promise.”

a knock comes from the door. one of the staff reminding them that they had to go in five.

“good. after all, a pure and sweet idol should stay loyal to the one he loves. isn’t that right?”

“y-yes!” he yelps, feeling his stomach warming up with your cum.

once you pull out, he already feels his shorts getting fixed without even wiping the stains or cleaning him up first.

he’ll try his best to keep it in, just like as usual.

he can’t wait to finish this concert and just get dumbed down without any worries.

each step has him quivering despite his shoes being short-heeled, cum slowly leaking out of his briefs whenever his body shifts wrongly. each nerve of his body wanting to just pounce on you and cancel this event.

“do a good job.” you say.

aether smiles at you, an idol’s perfect smile. “you know i will.”

you chuckle, unable to resist messing his hair up now by patting his head.

“i’ll make sure to reward you good afterwards.”

…

a blush creeps up on aether’s face just imagining it.

he has got to stop you with all this teasing.

#genshin impact smut #aether x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #plattered writings #thirsts for blake #genshin impact aether #sub genshin impact #sub genshin #dom reader #sub aether #dom!reader #sub!aether #dear: 🦷 anon

[angelsrcute]

I suck his dick, it's big, it's very-very big! ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd make you cockwarm him while he works, the door unlocked, his dick so close to your g-spot but he wouldn't let you move! hands keeping your waist in place as his dick keeps you all stuffed n warm.

“I'll be done soon, sweetheart, you can wait a little more right? So, be a good girl n stop movin’ so much.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd praise you for sucking him off so good, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you try not to gag on his huge dick. Guiding your tongue on his dick, gently holding your hair, shooting thick ropes of cum in your mouth.

“God, your mouth feels so good, my sweets. Keep goin’ alright? looking so pretty f’ me.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd taunt n insult you while you gag on his dick, roughly grabbing your hair and making you take him fully. Your mascara n lipstick all ruined, eyes rollin’ back when he cums in your mouth. :(

“You look like some cheap whore like this, y'know. I bet you're getting wet from me degrading you, hm? As expected.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you in a mating press, his big cock stretching your insides, hitting your womb. Pressin’ his hand on your tummy to feel his dick in you, making you whine. Your tummy already full from how much he cums, you definitely can't go for another round.. + he's gonna fuck you till you need a wheelchair.

“It won't fit? Don't worry, darlin’. Gonna make your cunt remember my dick, don't worry! Even if it does forgets, I'll just fuck ya again.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you till your dumb n can only think of him and his dick if you do decide to act all bratty or he'd just tie you up n put a vibrator on your clit and watch as you squirm around trying to get a release, but he turns off the vibrator just when you're gonna cum. :(

"Should've thought before being like that, what did you expect, princess? acting all flirty with that random guy, trying to make me jealous."

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who’re either super experienced from sleeping around or just fucking virgin losers, walkin’ around with that big ass dick in his pants.

— FYODOR, Leona, Dazai, NIKOLAI, Beel, Chuuya, Diavolo, SEBEK, Lucifer, Malleus, MAMMON, Jack, Blade, Neuvillette, Sampo, IDIA, Zhongli, Scara, CHILDE, TOJI, Jing yuan, Gojo, Sukuna, NANAMI, Dr. ratio, Wriothesley, ALHAITHAM, CATER + your favs.

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[st4rrth0ughts]

fucking Kaveh as a puppet that was for some reason, built with a dick?? 🔆🏛️

a/n first fic of this series is done!

Kaveh feeling hot and bothered, he's stressed from work, Alhaitham's being a dick again (he wants yours), so he goes to your place, wanting to stay with the one person he loves more than his work. You, his darling. A puppet that was intially missing its heart, that he crafted for you. Over time, he became even more attached to you, and so did you. But tonight, he has a different idea on he wants to relase his stress. Afterall, he's the one who wanted to see if a puppet could fuck a human.

Kaveh’s eyes roll back as he depearately rides your cock, his pussy clenching hard around you as your cool hands grasp his hips in place. He's panting like a dog in heat, drooling as his eyes filled with hearts as he fucks himself, your dick feeling almost a little inhuman in his body, sending shivers down his spine as his toes curl. His blonde hair is messy as it sticks to his face, his body bouncing on you so beautifully, even you cant help but conclude that he's the most pretty human and thing youve ever seen and recorded. But after his 5th orgasm, your human's speed is starting to slow, his body leaning on you as he tries to continues fuck himself weakly on you, tears spilling from his red eyes from both overstimulation and overwhelming pleasure.

"darling, if its too much, you can stop."

you murmur softly, tracing the bulge in his stomach as he rides on your mechanical dick deperately. Your starting to wonder why your creator even constructed for you to have one to begin with. You could even ejaculate like a normal human, if you wanted to. Makes you wonder what the hell your creator was even thinking when he made you.

'n-no, ngyah-♡♡ fuuck- want your c-cock to breed me-♡ oh-!" His eyes roll back as your cock hits his g spot, hard. He bucks himself back on you harder, his sharp cries and moans flling the room. You figure he's not going to be able to ride you any longer, so you grab his hips, and slam him onto you hard in quick succession, making him arch his back and let out choked sobs and shrieks of pleasure, cumming on your cock over and over again, the feeling of your tip kissing his cervix so harshly making him see stars. You grunt, your hips thrusting upwards slightly, making the architect wail as he claws at your back. You register his pain, but he seems to be enjoying it, so you continue. The man seemed to be frustrated over something, so while your dick pounds into his dripping pussy, you figure that he wants your cum in him. Pulling him close, you whisper softly in his ear, your free hand flicking the architect's nipple.

"you want me to cum in you, kaveh? want you to give you what you’ve been wanting?"

The architect mewls in delight, his eyes rolling back as he leaks around you when he hears that. He deosnt know where you learnt to talk like that, but archons it made him want you even more. His delighted sounds tell you everything you need. Your breath hitches (if thats even possible) as your hips stutter, and his mouth opens in a silent scream as he feels a warm liquid filling his pussy, falling limply onto the table, his salacious whines and whimpers making you want to do it again. Your hips start at a rapid pace again, making the blonde below you spasm as his fingers scrape the wooden table. But he seems to enjoy it, and you have all the stamina in the world to fuck him till he breaks.

#✪fics! #✦genshin impact! #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #dom male reader #dom reader #dom gn reader #sub character #sub kaveh #kaveh #genshin x gn reader #genshin x male reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader #kaveh is breedable #I’ve said my peace

[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙩2 ♡︎

characters: sub!dragons x nb!dom!reader

warnings: finger in vent again so vent fingering, established relationship, monster anatomy, clothes and undergarment stealing, clothes sniffing, the dragons are being a bit more feral, pillow humping, praise, pleading, thigh riding, guided vent fingering, squirting, nipple stimulation, bullet vibrator usage, mind break, fluff, needy dragon boys hehehehhehe

notes: due to popular demand, here is part 2 of dragons getting fucked dumb(●’◡’●)ﾉ im sorry if it took a while. i was having some health issues(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) part 1 can be read here!! gradient divider from @/benkeibear

word count: 4.9k

ever since you helped out your large lizard lover with his heat, there’s only been one thing on his mind since then. your finger in his vent. the soft coos of your praises, the way you pushed his legs open to fuck him dumber, the way you nudged his hands off of his face so you could see his cute face twist and turn in pleasure as you fuck his hole.

“oh, for fuck’s sake! i need to get them out of my head” the dragon huffs aloud out of a sudden, hunching over his desk at his usual office as he hides the flush of his cheeks behind his hands. already a week has passed since the ending of his heat cycle and yet he was acting like he was still under the influence of his stupid dragon anatomy. he couldn’t even stop thinking about you and your fingers spreading him open while he cried dumbly on the bed, back arching and chasing after your fingers like a whore.

it was after his heat ended and finally able to at least articulate proper sentences that wasn’t about wanting you to wreck him, that the two of you have talked over and decided that perhaps it was time to make your relationship official. how long have the two of you been dancing around each other, making everyone roll their eyes at the way you two flirted with each other like some dumb teenagers? enough to the point people started making bets. enough that a half of the city had become 50 bucks richer and the other half poorer.

despite having already gotten into an established relationship with you, the poor dragon still felt shameful over some of his actions. such as stealing your clothes whenever you come over to his house to stay the night and lying to your face about not knowing where it was. you two were still basically in the baby stages of being an official couple which was why you needed some time to fully move your things into his house and to start living together. it takes time to settle y’know?

so it was definitely weird when some of your clothes started to disappear. the shirt that you usually wear when at the comfort of your or his home. the large, oversized sweater of yours that you have given the nickname of “the ugly one”. and strangely, you even had a hard time finding a certain undergarment amongst the mess of your home and the boxes of things that you packed up, preparing to move. strange. and even more strange, your overgrown lizard lover says he hasn’t seen them in his own home either. you genuinely started to question your own memory.

in the meantime you were busy creating a storm in your home trying to triple check this week about your missing clothes, your boyfriend was having a hard time in his office. no matter how hard he tried to focus on the paperwork stacked in front of his damn face, he just couldn’t.

instead, his mind just kept drifting back to the memory of you helping him during his heat cycle. the praises that constantly fell on his ears as his toes curled, clawed hands scrambling to grasp for something to clutch onto because he was sure that he ascended when your finger fucked the small opening of his vent. and that lewd squelching noises of his slick dripping down from his vent. an oddly sickeningly sweet smelling scent coming from him as if trying to woo you, trails of his juice dripping from his vent down to his fluttering hole to the bed.

he was fucked dumb during those days and by the stars, he wanted it again. he wanted your hand fisting at his cocks, eagerly tugging on them as your finger abuses the squishy spot inside him. he wanted to sob and wail deliriously, bucking his hips, torn between wanting to chase after the pleasure or tearing himself away to save what leftover pride he had, as he begs for mercy. he wanted it. at this rate, if he kept thinking back on that moment, he might as well try to force his body into another heat cycle so soon.

shaking the imagery out of his head, the dragon clears his throat. looking around his office to see if anyone is around — to his luck, no one was — before breathing out a heavy huff. he might as well try to at least do his work during work time.

“maybe that chipmunk’s affinity to skip work is rubbing off on me…”

perhaps even more had rubbed off on him. none which was a good thing.

“i’m sorry… i’m sorry i’m sorry ‘m sorry, [name]…” the dragon whines pathetically, wearing the oversized sweater he stole from you and nothing else. he just couldn’t get that memory out of his head. every time he tried, something small and insignificant would just remind him of it again. unable to keep up with trying to seem all professional, he rushed home straight after work — perhaps even earlier than the hours he gets out of his office — locking himself in his bedroom with a pillow between his thighs, wearing your sweater with your stolen undergarments to his face.

despite having already been fucked shamelessly just ten or so days ago, it still felt wrong to think of you in such a lewd way. in such a defiling way. in a way that it served as a huge disservice to who you really are.

“mmnngh—! [naamee]… m-miss you… missing you so bad…” the dragon whines, completely pent up as his slick continues to drip onto the pillow between his thighs, the outer scales of his vent already puffy and open slightly, weeping his mouthwatering juice. the poor thing was pathetic, trying to recreate the way you wrecked him so good. fingers messily rubbing and flicking against his vent opening as a means to mimic the way you ate him out the other day. spreading his slick around, making a stretching motion with his two fingers on the sides of his vent, flicking the small nub on top. it didn’t help. if anything, it only made it worse.

the dragon was trying to help himself out, to relieve himself off of his pain of unknowingly edging himself for the past few days. without you by his side to help him out or to hear his pleas. without you by his side to fuck him so good again. palming himself with a pathetic whimper, the dragon thinks about slipping a finger inside his vent the same way you did. but could he do it? probably not. he was just too damn of a coward, and there was the looming possibility of losing control of himself and letting his claws grow.

unable to do it in the end, he settles on merely stroking his cock. hand wrapped tightly around his weeping dick, your stolen undergarments wrapped around one of his cocks as he mewls, bucking his hips into the tight space of his closed fist. it was nowhere near to how it felt when you did it. perhaps at the time, it was his heat pheromones working but it felt good. your hand wrapped around his cock as your other hand fingers his vent opening. your hand felt so much better.

biting down on his lips, he cums into his hand, soiling your stolen undergarments as well in the process just the moment he thought back on the feeling. pouting, the dragon’s tail flicks in annoyance behind him, looking over at the clock hanging on the wall.

12:36. were you awake right now? you did indeed had tendency to stay awake a bit too late on some nights…

knock knock knock!

the soft yet annoyingly persistent knocks on your door slowly rouses you from your sleep, making you roll around in the comfort of your bed in a silent declaration of war against the knocking. acting stubborn, clinging onto the cozy warmth of your bed, you groan as a string of curses falls from your lips as you involuntarily drag yourself out of bed. whoever that was outside your door in this ungodly hour shall face your wrath like sun wukong did with buddha.

pitter pattering to the door — where the knocking has become more persistent — you swing the door open, ready to curse the person and their 109 bloodlines before shutting up. standing in front of you with his tail and horns out in the open, slitted eyes glowing slightly, was your dragon lover. strange. he never visits this late.

“dear? wha— what happened? is everything alright? it’s—“ you take a moment to steal a glance towards the clock hanging on the living room wall before turning to face him again, “—nearly 2am” you finish, concern growing more and more when his tail comes to curl around his own ankle. a clear sign that he was feeling anxious or uncomfortable.

“can i… come in? i wanted to see you” the dragon asks in a meek voice, a strange habit that you found concerning and heartbreaking to see since your lover was usually one who is calm and collected at all times. nodding, you usher him inside before locking the door behind you.

quietly, you follow him as your lover makes a straight beeline into your bedroom, making himself comfortable on the edge of your bed as a pink flush starts to grow on his cute cheeks. you were about to ask him if he wanted something to eat or drink but perhaps not as the needy dragon was now staring at you as his tail swishes behind him, impatient. tails expressed emotions after all.

yawning, you move to sit beside him on the bed, to which you accept his hug when you finally settle down. his arms cones to wrap around your middle, tail now calming down from the earlier fussy movement as it curls around your calf possessively. humming, you run a hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp.

the dragon loved it whenever you read him like he was an open book. to others, he was a stone wall, one that was made out of ancient scribbles and unintelligible runes. a warrior forged by blood and scent of death, one who was born and made by the cries of war and blind devotion from others. but to you, he was just a fellow being. one who was lonely from the many centuries he had spent, all by himself. struggling with the many different cultures of life, trying his best to learn and understand the human customs so he could properly court you in human traditions.

you two stay like that for some time. nestled against one another, just basking in the comfort of the peaceful life that you two found between yourselves.

“[name]…” the dragon whimpers from the crook of your neck, soft rumbling purrs mixing with his whining of your name. it was enough to snap you out of your sleepy state, making you hum as you acknowledge his call. he got your attention now. but the main point of hesitancy was — could he do it? could he be so shameful as to not only disturb your night of peace but to also be selfish to want you to pleasure him the same way you did a few days ago?

hearing the familiar noise of his tail hitting the bed constantly in a sense of irritation, you coo his name softly. one hand messing with the long strands of his hair while the other runs through his scalp.

“what’s on your mind now, my pretty?” you ask, taking a look at his face when it comes out of its hiding place in the crook of your neck. he seemed to be conflicted. brows furrowed, slitted eyes glowing slightly in the dark room while his lips tug in a small pout. laughing at the oddly adorable expression, you kiss his brows and pouty lips, making his purrs become louder. such a needy dragon.

“i’ve… been thinking,” the dragon starts after a while, taking his time to try and articulate his request and to convey his feelings that has been bothering him lately. a lot more than he initially thought they would.

“about how you helped me while i was in heat” he takes a moment, watching your expression closely to see if you caught the gist of what he was trying to say. you did, of course you did, you were a smart human after all. his smart human.

“and i was wondering if you could do it again…?” he finally manages to bring himself to ask, peering up at you through his lashes bashfully. how could you ever say no to such a face? such an ethereal and cute begging face alongside the promise of seeing his expression twist into one of someone who’s just fucked stupid. the cute face of your dragon lover drooling and sobbing fat tears while his heart shaped pupils stare at you in a silent plea for more. that face haunted your mind for too damn long, causing unnecessary moments of dozing off while remembering about the moment you slipped your finger inside, making your already horrible work ethnic drop to below ground level.

“sure. i wouldn’t mind it, pretty” you hum, any ounce of sleep leaving your body as you move to a more comfortable position on the bed. pushing yourself to lean against the headboard of the bed, you watch as your draconic lover takes his place on your lap. clawed hands coming to fist at the material of your pajama shirt, whining your name as he pushes himself flush against your chest. you could feel the mounds of his chest pressing against your own, his tail swishing behind him as he arches his back. your lips is pulled against his own, a small peck easily turning into a heated, messy make out. his forked tongue shyly licking at your lips, purring contently as his long tongue slithers inside you, exploring every nook and cranny needily.

you could feel his hips humping your thigh, the wetness of his vent weeping his precum already starting to stain his pajama pants and seeping into your own. you could tell he was too aroused, dumbly chasing after any ounce of pleasure there could be. you could feel the way your mixed saliva dripped down from your sloppy open mouthed kisses, his hands guiding yours to rest on his hips. a position you used to your advantage as your hands traveled downwards to knead his ass, squeezing the soft fat as he whimpers into the kiss.

the poor thing was so pent up, humping your thighs didn’t felt enough. it wasn’t enough to get him to that familiar feeling of high, that exhilarating feeling of feeling your fingers stretch his vent open while he could only keen like a whore.

“want it… want it so bad…” he mumbles into the kiss, guiding your hands to the hem of his pajama pants, tugging on them fervently to get the clothes off. you simply chuckle, finding his desperation adorable in more ways than one before finally relenting and slipping off his pants before he let out an annoyed hiss, pulling away from the sloppy make out session to tear off his underwear with his claws.

“darling! why would you rip it off?” you ask, amused by his eagerness but also slightly concerned for the way he just easily ripped off his clothes like that. you have never seen him get even the tiniest bit ticked off after all, so this was a new side of him that you were seeing.

“wanted more” he only huffs, demanding more kisses as he returns to shove his forked tongue down your throat. the length of his tongue got you groaning and panting, finding it harder to breathe as he becomes more needy with every kiss, with every sloppy slurp of your tongue against his own.

“mmnhp—! [nameee]♡︎” he let out a yelp, pulling away from the kiss to whine out your name as he felt your fingers knead his vent open. the poor dragon whined, huffing and puffing about how you were being so mean to him as he humps your thigh, the tips of his cocks slowly emerging from the scaled vent, both of his cocks weeping pre all over your clothes as his vent drips with his own arousal.

shifting him around, you let him lean his back onto your chest, hands hooking under his legs to spread them open. your dragon let out a little hiss, talking about how you weren’t paying attention to him. you simply shush his hissy fit with a chuckle, placing a kiss on his forehead. taking his hand, you tell him to withdraw his claws. an action he does with confusion before he let out a whimper when you guide his hand to his vent.

“b-but… i-i don’t think i can do it. i’m nervous!” he says in a panicked tone, turning his head to stare at you with cute pouty lips and wide eyes.

“yes, you can. i’ll guide you through it all, okay? it’ll feel good, promise darling” you say, peppering his face in kisses to soothe his worries. the dragon preens at that, his purrs getting louder as his tail whacks the mattress of your bed impatiently. once you get the hint that he was ready and he was okay with continuing, you guide his fingers to tease the edges of his vent. fingers rubbing the soft scales, making a spreading motion to ease the muscles there.

just some foreplay and he was already panting, legs twitching to close them. he was so cute.

“that’s it pretty, now keep your legs open for me” you continue to praise him through it all, your other hand leaving his leg to slip underneath his shirt. squeezing his chest, rubbing your thumb over his areola, you pinch at his nipple when it hardens, causing him to jolt in your embrace. whispering more praises of how he was doing so well, how he was your pretty boy, your beloved dragon, your hand guides his own to slip a finger inside his now loose vent.

“u-uunngh!! mmghh… mnngh… t-tight♡︎ too tight! w-won’t fit…♡︎!” he blabbers, throwing his head back on your shoulder as you slowly ease his finger deeper inside his vent. first, second knuckle until his middle finger was slipped deep inside the tight hole of his opening, legs shaking on the bed already like a fawn’s. there were already tears starting to form in his eyes, jaw slack open as heavy breaths fall. not a single thought behind his teary eyes. nothing but the pleasure your guidance and his fingers were bringing him.

“that’s it… that’s my pretty dragon, keep going” you coo out, pleased by how easily he broke under a simple pleasure of fingering his own vent. when he pathetically humps the air — finger still inside — you pull on his nipple to remind him how to do it. squealing at the amount of pleasure coming from both his nipples and vent, the dragon shakes his head, fat globs of tears already falling.

“c-can’t! can’t do it. [n-name] i need you♡︎♡︎ need your fingers so bad♡︎!“ he stutters, legs already shaking, about to close shut. too caught up in his own pleasure that he doesn’t even know what to do to properly pleasure himself even when you were here to guide him through it. clicking your tongue, you guide his hand to pull his finger out, something he couldn’t even perform without your help. he really was a goner with you.

“then, be a sweetheart and play with your tits for me, pretty. wanna see your cute breasts jiggle while i fuck you” you tell him, watching with endearment as he nods dumbly. hands coming up to push his shirt up, fingers twisting and pinching at his own hardened nipples. stuttered breaths fall from his lips when he could feel your thumb swipe at the slit of one of his cocks, jolting in place when you give his weeping cock a few pumps. the few visible veins in them were bulging, ready to pop and for him to squirt yet again if you just stop teasing him around!

but doing the same thing over and over again sounded boring to you. your sweet dragon deserved some treats for being such a good boy after all. he deserved some pampering.

“ah! gimme a second, darling” you snap your fingers, an idea forming in your head. he lets out a soft confused hum at that, hands still holding onto the soft mounds of his chest as he watches you move away to reach over to your bedside nightstand. opening the top drawer, he watches in curiosity as you bring out an odd small device that was connected to a small remote control by quite the lengthy wire. the color all cute pink, the toy small and nearly the size of a small hairclip but pretty girthy in width. were you… thinking on putting that inside him?

“it’s called a bullet vibrator. apparently, it’s supposed to add vibrations to any place of your choosing. and since i found out of your soft spot, i thought maybe we could try it out?” you explain to him, slowly unwrapping the long wire of the toy. it was quite lengthy. perfect to use it for his soft spot.

“only if you’re comfortable with it, dear. i wouldn’t want you to try anything you think you’re not ready for or feel comfortable with” you quickly say, ready to throw the toy away for another time when you feel the grip of his tail around your ankle. the soft smooth scales creating a soft, bristling sensation on your bare skin. if he could remember carefully, the most he took in his vent were two fingers. but it proved that his vent could be quite stretchy and take something more if given enough foreplay and gentle ministrations.

“i… i don’t think i would mind it. it sounds kind of fun, actually” he says after a moment of thinking on the matter, accepting the fact that yes, he can take it. he wanted to try these new feelings and challenges with you. everything would be right when with you.

“i would love to try this new toy” he finally comes to a conclusion, turning his head so he could place kisses on your neck and cheeks, purring in happiness when he could hear you chuckling. you should laugh more. the dragon loved the sound of your laughter — like soft bells chiming in the morning.

patting his thigh to tell him to open up his legs further, it was now your turn to plant kisses on his neck. you couldn’t exactly bite his shoulders as he still had his pajama shirt on, but you can take care of it tomorrow morning. so, you settle on peppering kisses on his neck, the faint scales that were around his artery, giving it a light suckle to which you got a breathy moan for. all the while you allow his vent to get used to the feeling of the toy, the material of it and its size, simply rubbing it over the soft outer scales.

“gonna push it in, okay pretty?” you whisper in his ear, to which he whimpered and nodded, one of his hands leaving his chest to intertwine his hand with yours. so cute. you can only hope he won’t crush your hand accidentally.

ever so softly, whispering praises to how good he was taking the toy into the shell of his ear, you take in the delicious noises he makes with a great amount of pride. the great and only dragon who could wipe out an entire nation off of the face of the earth, choosing you as his mate and bonding with you. having his faith in you that you would take good care of him and his pleasures. it was a heavy emotion and one that comes with responsibility to a certain degree and you would always be sure to handle the heart of his that he willingly gave you, with tenderness of a first snow.

“aaah mmggh—! uungh♡︎ it’s in! i-it’s aaaanhg♡︎♡︎ hummg♥︎ inside... it’s insiiiecckk—♡︎♥︎!!” your dragon squeals, hips thrusting back and forth into the air as he feels the soft round edge of the toy pressed against the soft spongy spot inside his vent. it felt foreign to have something other than your hand touch him there, perhaps even disrespectful since it was supposed to be the only soft spot that only you must have the privilege to know and touch! but for the sake of this new level of pleasure that you promised, he swallowed his hissy fits, instead replacing them with a whiny soft moan.

“i know, pretty. i know. deep breaths for me, pretty” you murmur, giving soft squeezes to his hand that was tightly holding your own. his tail starting to wrap around your ankle and up your calf further with the fluffy haired end wagging in the air playfully around your knees. you let him get used to the feeling of the toy first. gently rubbing it back and forth on his spongy spot, hearing the way his breathing picks up pace as he throws his head onto your shoulder.

“gonna turn it on now, pretty” you warn him, keeping a close eye on the way his expression shifts. if he shows the slightest bit of pain, uncomfortable feelings or signs of discomfort, you were going to ditch the idea. a moment of pleasure is not worth loosing your comfort over, after all. thankfully, he was reacting well to the new intrusion. only positive notes of his pleasured noises and star crossed eyes. you say it to him again, this time just a bit louder with a squeeze to his hand in case he was starting to lose himself. that seemed to snap him out of his trance. just enough to nod his head to you.

“o-okay… okayhhh i understaaaNGGHH!! [n-name]♥︎♥︎[namenamenamenam]—♥︎♥︎ h-haaangh mmhg s-shoo much♡︎ f-feelsh too much♡︎♥︎!!” just a single switch to the lowest level of the vibrator and he was already shrieking, sobbing and thrashing about on the bed. legs shutting around your hand instinctively, salty globs of tears falling as he goes slack jawed. his entire body shakes as he squirts into his stomach, but this time, he squirted from both of his cocks at the same time. the pretty pink tips weakly letting out a few more drops before he was fully hard on both cocks again.

all the while, you watched with an ever growing jubilation as your lover is reduced to this mess on your lap. legs shaking like a newborn fawn’s, cheeks and pointy ears a lovely shade of red as his jaw hangs slack open. every now and then, he would go quiet, arch his back off of you before a loud shriek would follow as the vibrator hits just right. you could see hearts in his eyes, completely docile as his pupils grow wide, so much so you could barely see the glow of his eye color.

so pathetically cute as he mewls your name in a slurred gibberish, repeating it over and over like a broken record. a broken recording that only had one word and is stuck in an eternal loop to say that recording. the most prettiest one. one that you wanted to be selfish and hear all day, everyday.

“u-uuuugckk! aaaanhg gyanh!! mrrrph— luv you♡︎ luvyouluvyouluvyous’much♥︎! luv yoouugh [n-naamee], luv you sho muchhh♡︎♡︎ f-fuUUNGK—♥︎♥︎” he trashes about on the bed, constant declaration of love falling from his lips, kicking his legs at the blanket as he sobs deliriously until he squirts yet again. his own cum splattering over to his chest, soiling his shirt and wetting his still hard pink nipples. you give one of them a pinch, delighted as he mewls in a hoarse voice. pinching and tugging on the cute nub, rubbing the still vibrating toy around his spongy spot, you watch in sheer adoration and obsession as he shoots blanks.

turning off the toy, you coax his legs open so you could move your hand and slip the toy out of his vent. when the girth of the toy slowly slips out of his abused now puffy vent, your dragon lets out a sob as his hips jolt violently. you could see his juices dripping out of his fluttering vent, wanting to finger it back inside him but knowing that it would push him way too far over his limits.

“shh shh, there there, pretty. i got you. you did so amazing” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his middle to pull him flush against yourself. wiping away his tears and drool, you places butterfly kisses over his face as you ground him back to his mind. he was far too gone and he hated having baths when he was way too lost in his subspace. if he isn’t responsive enough when bathing together, he will throw yet another hissy fit.

“mmmgh… tired…” you could hear him croak out after a long time of rocking him in your arms. he was slowly coming back which meant it was time for a bath. but until he fully regains his mind, it was better to cuddle him close as his tail has a mind of its own and has yet to let go of your ankle. at all.

smooch! maybe another kiss to his pink cheeks would help him ground himself faster.

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[heizouz]

GENSHIN IMPACT NSFW LINKS

sub!genshin men nsfw links!!! (all links are from twt) if u would like to req specific characters, or for me to do a female ver (i probably will at sone point) just lmk!!! <333 most of these are solo or x afab!reader btw :))) i will be writing stuff soon, this is just smth to post while i do 👍

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overstimulating wrio

solo gorou (literally)

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[brenbofen]

Dick Obsessed Li

Broadcaster Message - Hmm Zhongli being obsessed with your dick,,, literally never cared for Zhongli, but then i was like “I MEED TO BREAK THIS OLD MAN” and sometbing was awakened in me

Notes 🗒️ - Sub Zhongli, Dom AMAB Reader, Body Worship, Belly Bulge, Breeding Kink, Feminization?, Mating Seasons, Dragon Zhongli, Mention of Pregnancy and Shape Shifting (AFAB Zhongli?? Maybe??), Anal Penetration, Don’t even know what some of this stuff I wrote is called, Zhongli is a whore, He’s obsessed with your dick and cum, that’s it, Let me know if i missed anything!

He’s so calm and composed until he sees your fat dick, he’s such a whore for you, on his knees before you, pressing his cheek against your growing bulge, practically begging you to let him suck your dick. You can’t help but coo at him, running your hand through his soft, long hair, Zhongli giving you such a desperate look, how could you say no to him any longer?

It’s such a beautiful sight, the former Geo Archon with his lips wrapped around your cock, drool spilling down his face as he laps at it, taking in as much as he can. He’s gripping your thighs so tightly as he desperately tries to take your full length, he wants to please you so badly, make you feel good, he’s gagging around your dick in his desperate attempts to take all of you.

Such a sweet thing, having a god at your feet, practically worshiping your cock, slowly rutting against your feet. When you finally cum, Zhongli is a mess, drool and your cum spilling down his face, hazy half-lidded eyes as he gazes up at you, asking for more.

Zhongli sprawled out on your shared bed, whining as you press your dick into bim, he’s babbling about how much he loves you, pupils blown wide as he stares at the growing lump in his stomach from your dick.

He’s gripping your arms, begging you to stuff him full, mumbling about how if you wanted to he’d let you breed him, let him be your pretty house wife. Massage his hips and shower him with kisses as you stuff load after load into him, Zhongli’s head thrown back as he asks for “just one more round” for the eighth time that night.

He’s addicted to the feeling of your warm cum being shot so deep into him, your fat dick dragging along his stained walls with every thrust, he can’t get enough of you.

When the seasons change from winter to spring he’s going to be glued to your side. Zhongli pressing his face into the crook of your neck, hands slipping into your pants, begging you to fuck him. He gets so needy, crying whenever you need to pull away for a small break, no matter how many times he cums he’s never satisfied. If you’d be okay with it he’d absolutely shape shift to give himself a womb, asking you to breed him, make sure he’s pregnant by the end of his heat.

Zhongli riding your dick when you become too tired to move. He’s so pretty like this, dark arms with golden markings resting on your chest, face pressed into your neck as he bites down to mark you, golden horns occasionally bumping into you, tip of his tail wagging because of how happy he is. Mumbling how he’s so thankful you’re letting him do this, occasionally sitting up to kiss you or press his forehead against yours.

Sometimes when Zhkngli would lift his hips your cum would spill out of him and he would let out the cutest whines, small tears prickling in his pretty golden eyes, he doesn’t want to waste a single drop, treasuring every ounce of your seed thats pumped into him. You’d have to run your hands through his thick hair, letting him know it’s okay as he continues to bounce on your cock, asking if you could replace what was lost.

He’s such a pretty boy, so obsessed with your dick you sometimes forget he was once a feared god. Any fragment of his former personality lost the moment your in private, Zhongli’s face red as he asks to please you.

Such a lovely thing he is.

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