Genshin Impact Drabbles

Genshin Impact drabbles feat. various!
characters x reader
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/39582381.
Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/F, F/M, Gen
Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
Relationship: Venti (Genshin Impact)/Reader, Kamisato Ayato/Reader, Thoma
(Genshin Impact)/Reader, Kaeya (Genshin Impact)/Reader, Diluc
(Genshin Impact)/Reader, Shikanoin Heizou/Reader, Kaedehara
Kazuha/Reader, Kaedehara Kazuha & Reader, Gorou (Genshin
Impact)/Reader, Zhongli (Genshin Impact)/Reader, Xiao | Alatus
(Genshin Impact)/Reader, Albedo (Genshin Impact)/Reader, Arataki
Itto/Reader, Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact)/Reader, Tartaglia |
Childe (Genshin Impact) & Reader, Dainsleif (Genshin Impact)/Reader,
Cyno (Genshin Impact)/Reader, Scaramouche (Genshin
Impact)/Reader, Scaramouche (Genshin Impact) & Reader, Il Dottore
(Genshin Impact)/Reader, Tighnari (Genshin Impact)/Reader,
Alhaitham (Genshin Impact)/Reader, Kaveh (Genshin Impact)/Reader,
Pantalone (Genshin Impact)/Reader, Capitano (Genshin
Impact)/Reader, Diluc (Genshin Impact) & Reader, Baizhu (Genshin
Impact)/Reader
Character: Venti (Genshin Impact), Kamisato Ayato, Thoma (Genshin Impact),
Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Diluc (Genshin Impact), Shikanoin Heizou,
Dainsleif (Genshin Impact), Kaedehara Kazuha, Zhongli (Genshin
Impact), Albedo (Genshin Impact), Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact),
Xiao | Alatus (Genshin Impact), Arataki Itto, Cyno (Genshin Impact),
Scaramouche (Genshin Impact), Pantalone (Genshin Impact), Il Dottore
(Genshin Impact), Tighnari (Genshin Impact), Alhaitham (Genshin
Impact), Kaveh (Genshin Impact), Capitano (Genshin Impact), Baizhu
(Genshin Impact)
Additional Tags: Genshin Impact x Reader, genshin impact smut, genshin impact x
reader smut, Genshin Impact Fluff, genshin smut, Female Reader,
gender neutral reader
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2022-06-11 Updated: 2023-07-20 Words: 129,493 Chapters:
109/?
Genshin Impact drabbles feat. various! characters x reader

by anantaru
Summary
ⵌ genshin impact drabbles feat. various! characters (including nsfw/sfw/angst).

ⵌ contains characters from mondstadt, liyue, inazuma, sumeru + fatui harbingers.
nsfw is fem! reader and sfw is gn! reader
tumblr: @anantaru
do not! share, copy or repost my work. ✎ ©ANANTARU 2023
ও eating you out
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submissive. He’ll make sure you’re comfortable once he laid you down on the bed, making sure you’re laying on the
pillows he so freshly changed the pillowcase from. Love language and intimacy is everything to Kazuha and archons is
he good at it.
And everything you want him to do, consider it done. But there’s no need to actually tell me how to make you cum
because Kazuha knows, he knows exactly where to flick and turn before you cum all over his face. You can be certain that
he’s savoring every last drop of you before diving right back in, willingly turning into a pussy-drunk whiny mess, because
he knows you like it.
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tease. It can happen ever so often that Heizou is busy with a case the tenryou commission assigned to him. Though
sometimes he can‘t help himself but abandon all those cases whenever he has you bend over his table. Bare in front of
him while playing with yourself, just like he told you to.
Your swollen cunt begging and fluttering around nothing while your thighs were visibly stained with the juices from
previous orgasms he inflicted on you, what a sight to behold - that‘s what went through his head whenever he hovered
over you in the process of eating you out, licking his lips, practically tasting your cum on his tongue already.
And he‘ll tease, he‘s a witty asshole after all. Kitty licks around your slit just so he can hear your desperate mewls and
does he love them, more than solving a case that‘s for sure. Maybe denying your orgasm again? Why shouldn‘t he, if he
feels like it he‘ll do it. But of course, he isn‘t a bad guy all the damn time, so once in a while he‘ll leave the teasing at
home and tongue-fuck you all night long, just how he likes it.
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messy. Cum leaking all over the bedsheets, thighs visibly stained from previous orgasms. That’s Gorou to you, because
there’s nothing in this world he’d rather do than eat you out all messily. Cum dripping down his mouth but Gorou doesn’t
stop, he would never, because that’s exactly what he wants in the first place.
Once he thinks you’re ready to take his cock, he will stuff you full to the brim. But before actually fucking you, Gorou will
always relish in the feeling in getting squeezed dry by your sobby cunt, it will make him even more excited to fill up your
hole later. Making sure that nothing is leaking out of you until you’re well bred because only then he marked you up
accordingly.
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overstimulation. He needs to be in control, there’s no other way around. Being a cute whiny slut while he eats you out
will make him prouder than anything else. The yashiro commissioner is knows for being a cunning individual, so he
wouldn’t let you cum right away because where would the fun be in that?
The only way for Ayato to actually stop and bless you with his cock is when he can clearly see your fucked out expression
while jolting away from being overstimulated for too long. And once he starts rubbing the tip of his cock on your abused
little cunt, he will always make sure to wait until you beg him to take you.
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squirting. Everything is a game to Kaeya, literally everything. And he never loses. So making you squirt while he goes
down on you is basically a must and it will happen, because if anything, Kaeya knows exactly where to target your cunt to
make you release all over him. He’s known for reading people like it’s nothing, it’s childs play to him and he got you
figured out from day one.
Both your mind and body. The moment he can feel you approach your orgasm he’ll stuff you full with his fingers but
naturally, without ever refraining from your cunt. He needs to taste you and relish in his achievement for the day. And
only then he’ll stop to pleasure you, with his tongue at least.

ও favorite postion
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missionary. Don’t get me wrong, Kazuha’s definitely willing to try different positions with you but in the end, the amount
of passion and intimacy he gets from missionary will never compare to any other he felt during the act. For him it’s all
about making love and expressing the adoration he feels towards you.
It’s perfect for him, first he’ll always be able to go down on you to please you with his skilled tongue. Once he’s done
with that he’d have the perfect view in front of him. Half lidded eyes and your almost adorable fucked out expression, not
to mention the perfect view on your breasts bouncing in front of him. If he wants to kiss you during the act he also has no
problem in doing so since sharing kisses with Kazuha are always passionate to the fullest extent.
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on his desk. Listen. For Heizou, there literally isn’t anything better than ignoring his work to instead fuck your brains out.
Of course, the majority of the time he’s very serious about his profession, though who doesn’t like to bend the rules every
now and then or ignore seemingly important things - he goes by that saying for sure.
Just thinking about you being spread over his table like a goddess makes his cock twitch in his pants and fuck, how he
adores the fact that every second someone could just burst into the room and see the both of you, Heizou would lie if he’d
say he doesn’t find that the most arousing thing ever.
No one can really blame him though, whenever you decide to visit him in those short skirts in particular, he can’t focus on
anything else anymore, even if he tries he’ll surely fail. It’s just the most convenient position for him, not to mention he
can also let you cockwarm him while in the meantime he’d do some work. It’s a win-win situation and Heizou loves to
win.
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cowgirl. We all know he loves to experiment as much as possible and study new things in the process. And it’s just all on
display for him. Your whole body on top of him and doing such a good job, your bouncing breasts he can knead whenever
he wants while also exploring new things about your body, and fuck does he love that.
Hearing how you mewl whenever he thrusts upwards to help you out a little is like music to his ears and his ears alone -
and he’ll remember, you can be sure of that. Albedo would know every nook and cranny of your body without thinking
much about it, placing his hand over your lower stomach to flick his thumb over your puffy clit ’s got to be one of his
favorites, because he knows if he starts doing that you’ll release all over him in seconds.

ও how they eat you out
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semi-public sex. Throwing you over the table and eating out your cunt would be one of Yelan‘s favourite activities
during the day. Not to mention how she always made sure people were hearing the both of you, or in fact, only you.
Both hands kneading the soft flesh of your thighs while she devoured you as if it was her last meal and she made sure you
believed it was. Refraining from your needy cunt, she whiped the corners of her mouth while placing her hands on your
breasts to give them a soft knead. "You alright?"
You nodded frantically, mewling at the loss of your almost orgasm in which Yelan only laughed, pressing down hard on
your nipples, "You have to be louder, okay? Want them to here you scream my name."
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cry baby. It didn‘t matter how many times Ei already went down on you, she‘ll always start to cry with her cute, big eyes,
small droplets of tears running down her hot cheeks. Always trying her best to please the person she belongs to. What a
sight to behold, truly.
And how much you adores seeing her like this. Grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her off your sobbing cunt for a
moment to look at her, cradling her face while whiping off her cheeks with your thumbs and that‘s when you saw it - the
possibly, most beautiful fucked out expression Ei ever had painted on her face.
"Enjoying yourself?" you smirked at her, knowing all too well just how pussy drunk she could get. The way she nodded
was cute, but not as cute as her clenching her thighs together.
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overstimulation. If there is something Miko loves doing, it‘s playing with people and manipulating them however she
desired. Driving them insane in many ways, but no one gets the same treatment as you, ever. You didn‘t know how many
hours have passed already, the only thing you were still able to process was Miko in between your thighs that were
sticking with your cum from hours ago while she was busy sucking on your clit - coaxing out the next orgasm off you.
"You‘re not going to give up already, dear? I‘m still hungry." your mewles went short, at this point it was beyond you.
The pleasure Miko was able to give you made you joilt forward in overstimulation, thrusting your cunt into her tongue,
and thank the archons she was letting you get away with it.
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degrading. If you thought lady ningguang wouldn‘t make it clear that you‘re in fact, beneath her, you‘re foolish, to say
the least. "Don‘t forget your place, ever." she mumbles before diving right into your sobbing cunt. She made sure to target
that one spot that made you arch your back so fucking slutty.
"What a whore you are, i should just get a new toy, you‘re getting boring." licking the juices off the corners of her lips
before stucking her fingers into her mouth without breaking her gaze that was focused towards your fucked out
expression.
Archons, you made sure to indulge in the almost perverted look ningguang had in front of you. Heavy breasts bouncing
erotically while she went back in sucking on your wet cunt, but not before shutting you up with two of her fingers.

ও going down on him
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bratty sub. Heizou’s gonna complain to you on just how mean you truly are! Even if you tell him to behave while you
tied his hands up to the headboard - he’ll only get on your nerves even more because that’s exactly what turns him on in
the first place. “Quit acting like a brat.” you mewled in between sucking him off, tongue circling around his swollen tip,
seeing the red shade made you clench together your thighs to feel some pleasure yourself.
“Please let me touch you.” his whole body is shivering and covered in goosebumps, you’re sure he’s about to cry - that’s
how desperate he sounded. “I said no talking.” you licked over the vein popping out angrily from his cock while locking
gazes with him. That’s when you released his cock and moved forward until you reached his face, pressing down on his
neck which made him huff out a laugh that was so unbelievably sexy to you.
“Is that all you got?” the audacity he had to say that AND wink at you was outrages. You weren’t sure if the newfound
smile on his face made you mad or frustrated, all you felt was how fucking much you needed him right now.
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whiny baby. Kazuha’s crying and whining, almost throwing a tantrum like a little baby while holding tight against the
bedsheets. You, in between his thighs sucking the living hell out of him, and so much more. “So good.” he mewled in
between breaths, his back arching while his faint muscles pranced sexily over his stomach.
You decided to pick up the pace, taking him in completely until you felt his tip prod your throat, harshly sucking up and
that’s when Kazuha knew he’s going to cum right this second. Uncontrollably grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling
you down on him, it was beyond him now really, he wasn’t thinking straight anymore, only thing that mattered to him was
approaching his high.
And so he does, releasing on your throat and archons, the feeling of his cum running down your throat would be one of
your favorites.
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mommy kink. If you would ask him if he likes calling you mommy, he’d get all flustered and shit, denying it to the
fullest extent and you end up dropping the topic. That’s until you’re in between his legs, sucking him off so fucking good,
it just slips out of his mouth like a lost prayer. “Are you enjoying yourself?” releasing his angry red cock with the lewdest
sound ever made as Gorou hiccuped a shaky ‘yes’. But you weren’t satisfied with that, you really wanted to challenge him
today.
“That’s what I get? A yes?” your tongue slowly circled over his tip while a bulp of sticky pre-cum dripped down right
onto you, covering your abused lips. You never refrained from looking at him, kitty licking his juices away with a cute
little pout. Gorou wasn’t sure if he was able to survive the amount of pleasure you inflicted on him tonight.
He was so sensitive right now and you knew exactly where to touch him, it’s like you knew more about his body than he
did. “Yes mommy.” hiccuping, whining and biting down hard on his lips, “Please make me cum, mommy.” And that’s all
you had to hear really. Gradually bringing him to the orgasm he deserved, he’s such a good boy, isn’t he?

ও face sitting
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“You promised you‘ll be good, right?” this seemingly innocent question was directed towards the whining mess
underneath you at this very moment. Currently, you hovering over your boyfriends face, bare nacked for him to take in
your glistering folds. Yet you weren‘t letting Heizou get a taste, no no, at first he has to promise you on how good he‘ll be
for you.
“I‘ll be good mommy, I promise, i‘ll be a good boy.” his breathing was heavy and tickled your bare skin, making you
shiver as you motioned him to place his arms around your thighs. How hot he looked underneath you was unreal. If you
wouldn‘t have practiced some sort of self control you would‘ve cum right here and there.
“Go on, show me how much you love me.” this very sentence was the only thing you had to say for him to dive right into
your folds, throwing your head back immediately. Your hands found their way into his disheveled hair, grabbing onto it
with all your might. You could feel him smirk against your pussy, resulting in you yanking his hair back to show him who
was in control tonight.
It wasn‘t as easy as someone might think to dom someone as bratty as Heizou himself. His witty personality would drive
you insane but archons was it hot. Now finally you were able to make him do whatever your heart desired and you fucking
knew just how much Heizou enjoyed himself as well. Feeling him absolutely ravish your pussy which was clenching
around nothing.
And Heizou never let any expression of your face slip away. With his half-lidded and glassy eyes he took in every single
expression you blessed him with and how he loved seeing you like this. Your thighs got tighter around his head while
your high was seemingly almost there. But that‘s how he liked it, being choked by your thighs until he hears a ringing in
his ear, yet he doesn‘t care - a total fucked out expression greeding you from underneath.
It didn‘t take you long to actually come undone on his face and arch away from him but Heizou took notice of your
doings and held you down. He made sure to taste all the juices you were giving him and not waste a single drop.
You rode his face almost in a violent way, unable to contain yourself any longer as he coaxed out another orgasm right out
of you. You knew he wouldn‘t let you get off the hook that easily this time.
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If there is anything about your boyfriend that‘s as obvious as his beauty, it‘s his nature of being a total gentleman. Zhongli
would never force you to do anything that you aren‘t comfortable with. That said, for him to actually imply he wanted you
to sit on his face, was a new one.
Who were you to deny his request when you were secretly fantasizing about riding his face until there‘s no tomorrow, and
now you‘re finally able to experience it. With caution, he took your hand in his and guided you towards his face.
You were right above his beautiful lips, your hole clenching around nothing as you locked eyes with him and archons, was
he a beautiful man. His hands were placed firmly on each side of your hips, “Are you ready?” his voice calmed you down
immediately as you heard him speak.
You slowly nodded and closed your eyes as he lowered you down on his face, his tongue aching to finally taste you like
this. And so he did, circling his tongue around your bud, slowly, he did it slowly to take in your desperate whines.
Zhongli never let go of your hand, steading yourself with one hand while the other one kneaded the flesh on your hips.
You almost fell forward while he was sucking particularly harshly on the spot HE KNEW you were weak on. To gain
more control over the situation you reached over to grab a fistful of his hair, making him moan audibly against your
aching pussy.
That was all it took for you to get over the edge, releasing your juices all over his face. For a moment you closed your eyes
and kept yourself steady with the help of the headboard. Zhongli was busy with slurping up all the juices off of you and
his face, carefully getting you off his face.
You laid down next to him as he wiped off his mouth seductively, groaning lowly as you watched him in awe. “Seems like
you enjoyed yourself, my love.”

ও thigh riding
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Dainsleif‘s life wasn‘t easy, that you knew. From all the wandering around Teyvat while trying to fill his heart with
something, just something that made it more bearable for him to live this life, if you can call it life in the first place. Yet he
wasn‘t able to heal his heart, not before he met you, his precious princess.
It was the first time for him to visit you at home, not sure if it really was the right decision to let someone into his heart,
knowing he‘ll lose them one day anyways. You guided him towards the living room, motioning him to sit down on the
couch while you grabbed some drinks, trying to ease into it since you knew how nervous he was.
“Are you okay?” coming back from the kitchen you held two glasses of water in your hands, placing them on the coffee
table next to Dain. He nodded at you as you reached over to hold his hand, slowly moving on his lap, straddling him.
You placed your hands on top of his shoulders as you rubbed them to make him relax and unwind, even just for a bit and it
seemed like it worked in some way or another. Dain slowly closed his eyes to relish the feeling of your touches, breathing
out in ecstasy. Maybe that‘s what he needed right now, feeling you against him.
It didn‘t take him long to let out the most beautiful groan your ears were ever blessed with, feeling something poke at your
thigh. You glanced down and saw his pants get tighter within seconds. Once Dain realised what actually happened, he
quickly tried to compose himself yet you slowly moved your hands on his cold cheeks, signaling him that it‘s okay and
that he doensn‘t have to fear anything right now.
That it‘s alright to unwind from time to time and let go. “Is that okay for you?” his face hiding in the nook of your neck,
breathing into your eat while looping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “I‘m all yours.” you replied
with a kind and reassuring smile that made butterflies rise in his stomach.
You slowly moved your clothed pussy over his hard bulge and archons was it hard, you could only dream about his red
and angry tip, waiting for some sort of release under his tight pants.
Wrapping your arms around his neck you quickened the pace, making sure Dainsleif would enjoy himself and finally be
able to relax under your touch. “Fuck.” he breathed onto your ear, warm breath tickling your skin as goosebumps showed
up over your body.
The overly composed Dainsleif soon let his cold demeanor down as he thrusted up into your warmth, throwing his head
back while you never lost on speed, gradually making him cum in fromt of you and as he finally did, it was the most
beautiful sight you ever were blessed with.

ও awkward sex moments
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Bed shaking angrily while the headboard slammed multiple times against the wall behind it, echoes of lewd noises
bouncing off the room. Your legs thrown lazily over Itto’s shoulders as he recklessly pounded into your perfect little cunt
he so very much desired. You were barely comprehending anything anymore, far too gone from the immense pleasure he
inflicted on your body while chanting his name like a lost prayer.
You just needed a way to hold onto something for support, though you didn’t actually mind getting wrecked like a rag doll
every once in a while. Though from one moment to the other Itto had stopped moving completely. More so he was
desperately trying to get away from you, basically pushing himself off the headboard as you had a complete dumbstruck
expression painted across your face, for a moment thinking if you did something wrong or hurt him.
“Itto, are you okay?” you saw the distress and frustration in his eyes as you suddenly noticed where he was looking at,
glancing over the headboard yourself, “My stupid horns got stuck into the stupid headboard, I can’t get them stupid out
please help me.” YOU TRIED to take the situation seriously but broke completely down in tears from all the laughing he
caused you, “OUCH! it hurts, help me!”
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It didn’t happen often that Ayato would be home early, normally he’d always come home way too tired in the middle of
the night at some random hour. But tonight was different, because he took off time just to see you! Lets face it, the both of
you haven’t seen each other in a while since he was busy with his duties and you had your own stuff coming up, in short,
you couldn’t wait to get your hands on each other.
Not even remembering how you got bend over so fast, it almost happened in a heartbeat. Ayato’s hands both laid flat on
your butt as he thrusted into you, balls slapping against your ass while you held onto the headboard for support. Your
juices were coating him so fucking nicely as a soft white ring began to appear on his cock, which made him realize you
were very much close, as he was.
Ayato picked up on pace in an instant, pushing your body against the mattress even further and fucking your brains out.
You held onto the fresh bedsheets as you screamed his name so fucking desperately and ready to orgasm all over him
when you heard him curse out in between hard breaths. “Ah.” he pulled out instantly as you turned around, overly
confused with what had happened as you watched your lover hold onto his thigh, “I got a cramp, shit.”
You tried to hold back your emotions for a second but bursted out laughing regardless, hiding your mouth with your hand.
“Stop laughing.” he responded while breaking down laughing himself. “That really hurts, i’m being serious.”

ও cunnilingus
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breathtaking. If anything, Heizou never wants you to forget how it feels whenever he kisses you. Sometimes he'll just
straight up kiss you out of the blue without any warnings. Though becoming startled every damn time he catches you off
guard, you can't help it but feel the heat rise up your cheeks.
Whenever Heizou does pull a stunt like that, the kiss is more energetic than anything else and he's always using his
tongue, probably doesn't even know how not to use it at this point. It's all about teasing you and making you crave for
more to him, that's just something he'll never stop doing.
But, lets think about following scenario, the both of you are laying on the grass accompanied by various animals which all
live around inazuma city. Heizou will prop himself up with his arm as you lock gazes. He's advancing towards your face
and placing your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger, slowly but surely moving you to where he needs you the
most, his soft lips waiting patiently until they finally taste you.
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intimate. Ayato is a true gentleman, that we‘re all certain of. Naturally, this certain trait of his will apply to his kisses as
well. When it comes to being intimate he rarely shows intimacy between the both of you when you aren't alone. It's more
a 'staying professional in front of others' than actually being scared of being intimate in public.
Ayato is aware that everyone in Inazuma knows of him, so he always tries to keep an almost perfect demeanor in front of
everybody to avoid any other future troubles that might occur. Though when the two of you are finally alone, Ayato is
more than delighted to finally feel you against his burning lips.
Cradling you into his embrace, he'll look down on you right into your eyes which he had missed all day. Before he'll
actually dive into the kiss, Ayato will always pamper your face at first. A quick peck laid on your forehead, advancing to
your cheeks and lastly the tip of your nose when he places his lips on top of yours while relishing in the feeling of tasting
you.
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hesitant. For Xiao, it will always be hard to open up to someone new, considering all his past friends died, some of them
in front of his own eyes. If anything, it's you who has to initiate that you want to kiss him. He'll most likely not initiate it
ever, not that he doesn't want to kiss you don't misunderstand, more that he doesn't know how to actually do it properly
without overstepping any boundaries between the both of you.
It can happen that some sort of miscommunication can develop between the both of you because of those exact things.
You wouldn't want to overstep any boundaries with him as well or don't want to make him uncomfortable with your
presence. For now it would always remain in simple hand holding to reassure him that you're his and here with him, alive
and breathing.
Though there was a moment once and you were certain you wouldn‘t ever forget it in your whole life. The lantern rite
festival was visible all across liyue, illuminating the night sky in a mesmerizing way as the two of you took a seat on the
roof of wangshu inn.
It was one of Xiao's favorite spots to sit and meditate on and once you looked at him, he met your gaze in lightning speed
and before he was able to say anything to you to break the silence, you placed your hand on his cheek carefully while
rubbing around circles with your thumb. Xiao's face had the color of red painted across his features but he didn't move
away rather relished into the feeling of your touch and that's when you decided to take the chance to place a small yet firm
kiss on his lips.
Xiao pulled back for a minute to look at you with an almost dumbstruck expression but then immediately went back to
meet your lips again as this was certainly the most passion filled kiss you have ever witnessed in your life.

ও jerking him off
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kazuha would lie to himself if he‘d ever claim that he doesn‘t like it whenever you‘re straightforward, meaning being
blunt about your needs and desires and what you wanted to do. —It‘s all about communicating— he‘s thinking to himself,
but still, once you hooked up your fingertips around the elastic band of his pants to pull his leaking cock out, he swore he
saw stars. The view was so fucking erotic to him, forgot how good you looked pumping his cock like that.
"fuck." he‘s whining, hands balling together into fists and holding desperately against your shirt once you decided to
circle your wrist whenever you reached his tip, never forgetting to collect the copious amounts of pre-cum that were
soaking your hand in a mere second, fisting him harder. "i‘m so close.“ you loved it when he was vocal towards you,
hiding your face in the nook of his neck, smirking and gradually bringing him to an orgasm that he so very much
deserved! <3
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albedo wasn‘t opposed to the idea of getting a handjob from you, was actually quite interested in the way it might feel for
him. You were taking your time, slowly but surely unbuckeling his belt and freeing his cock from its confinements. It
looked beautiful, already hard and throbbing with a big vein that wrapped around his girth deliciously.
Before taking it in your hand though, you dropped a bulb of spit on your palm as a natural lubricant but also to not hurt
him in any way, finally grabbing a hold of the shaft and setting a comfortable pace for him. Whenever you‘d reach the tip
you tightened your grip around it, making the man in front of you gasp out loud, mouth hanging low and eyes scrunched
shut, —he was adorable like that— you figured, picking up on pace and making it your duty to bring him to his climax.
˖˚˳⊹
you couldn‘t remember the last time when you saw diluc so unbelievably sensitive right now. Face radiating warmth and
flushed out, his lips pouting and pressing against each other to keep himself from quivering. For him, it was almost
embarrassing that he let his guard down in front of you like that. His large hands seeking refuge in your hips while you
were straddling him, fisting his cock so unbelievably sinfully only for his eyes to relish in.
"fuck." throwing his head back while digging his fingernails into the soft flesh of your thighs. "too much, fuck." he wasn't
a big fan of cursing but in that situation it was the only thing he was able to do. Nothing else would come out of his mouth
except whiny babbles about how good you‘re making him feel right now. Diluc wasn‘t sure on how long he‘d hold out
before making a mess all over the both of you. You really wanted to know it today though, slyly reaching over to his balls
to massage them and that‘s when he felt the tiny string deep inside his gut break for good.
˖˚˳⊹
xiao doesn‘t want to be a bother, always prioritizing your release before his own, sometimes even forgetting that he was
allowed to climax as well. That‘s when he was a little hesitant when you proposed the idea to him, yet once he locked
gazes with your needy eyes, he couldn‘t help it but accept your offer. You took your time with everything, always
remaining vocal and telling him what exactly you‘re doing right now, pulling his pants down so they‘d loosely hang
around his knees and finally hiking up your fingertips in his boxers, pushing them down as well.
His cock was resting on his toned stomach, angry and pulsating, ready to be touched by you and leaking an impressive
amount of pre-crum already. Once you slowly grabbed it with your hands, a small droplet of cum dripped down his lower
belly, connecting them further. You grazed over his tip with your fingerpads, collecting the numerous amount of cum and
smearing it over his impressive girth, lazily stroking him and never breaking the eye contact. Xiao felt save that way —
with you looking out for him— and not to mention taking care of him. He’s rolling his eyes back in ecstasy, relaxing
under the soft touch of your warm hand wrapped around his shaft and archons, he knew he wouldn‘t last long like this. <3

ও having a crush on you
˖˚˳⊹
In my opinion, Heizou is someone who's incredibly observant, so if he does develop a crush on you, no doubt he'll notice
any oh so little thing about you, wether it's just a small habit of yours or something else that may seem small in your eyes.
He is an immensely loyal individual, so if he does catch feelings for you he's going to obsess over it quite a bit and just
straight up blend out any other people.
Also, it's not like he will confess right away, he's trying to not make it too obvious, for example, Heizou is quite the cold
individual when it comes to expressing his feelings since he more or less always uses humor in combination with it,
meaning he'll still be cold towards you but with a soft touch, until he finds out you like him back , if you don't he'll never
bring himself to confess to you.
THIS GUY, okay like he gives you those cute small smiles while you're talking about your day, especially if you look in
his direction while talking, it's a small gesture but this boy just wants to show you he's interested and he just exactly
knows how its done the right way. The amount of confidence Heizou possesses is to be jealous of.
Heizou would also suggest walking you home every other day to get closer to you, not only in physical form but to
actually get to know you better. He‘s a people reader after all and knows exactly which buttons to push so you‘ll tell him
every seemingly small thing about your characteristics.
The walks home are always restful and calming, you both harmonized with each other perfectly, Heizoudoesn't even have
to try to be charming, he's a natural at this. You aren't sure if it's the reckless behavior he sometimes displayed that made
him so interesting or if it's simply the way he carried himself.
He's quite manipulative and will try to get you to tell him if you're interested in someone,you, who liked him of course
will be overly embarrassed because you're obviously too shy to confess or it just didn't seem like the right time to you.
Heizou will notice that at some point and that's when he's certain you like him back. He's a detective after all and this case
was probably the hardest one to solve.
After walking you home from time to time he'll try to get closer to you. You guys stood in front of your door and his
handsome smile complimented his attractive face way too much for his own good before he quickly moved closer to plant
a chaste smooch on your forehead, your face got all heated up from the sudden unexpected contact with him and he'll just
go " You're cute, (y/n)."
˖˚˳⊹
It's not like Ayato never thinks about actually being in a relationship from time to time, I mean who doesn't? It's just that
he doesn't have the time to actually go out on dates and do something for himself when the whole Kamisato clan is
dependent on him. And oh boy does he take his work seriously.
His cold demeanor would scare most people away or at least make them feel uneasy around them, but it's not like he
doesn't have a soft spot. It's just that he build a barrier around his heart to protect himself from ever getting hurt or feeling
something that confuses or overwhelmed him.
Though what really surprised him to say the least, was when he realized something different whenever he approached you.
It wasn't overwhelming to him or annoying. It wouldn't keep him from doing his work or fulfilling his duties. It almost felt
natural for him. But that's what scared him.
You see, although Ayato seems like this cold yet confident person, he's actually someone who deeply cares about the
people around him. He considers his close friends family and would put all burdens on him if it meant they could live a
peaceful life. So would it be really wise for him to confess his feelings to you because it doesn't seem this way in his mind.
That being said he would ignore you or at least try to get you out of his damned mind and archons, was he thinking about
you all the time, it almost made it difficult for him to focus. He admitted to himself that pushing his feelings into himself
and not letting them go would actually keep him from working efficiently.
So after careful deliberation with himself he would start with giving you a bit more attention than usual, baby steps is all it
needs in the beginning since he also doesn't want to creep you out. And soon after he would ask you to spend some time
with him. It's safe to say that he would need to pick the date since he's an extremely busy man and finding a day off in his
schedule can be pretty exhausting.
But if a man like Ayato truly likes someone, he would find a way to spend his time with them, doesn't matter how busy he
might get from time to time.
˖˚˳⊹
*faints*
He's such an awkward bean in front of you without even realizing he's making a fool out of himself, whenever he sees
you he can't help it but blush a bright red, almost as bright as his hair.
His whole face gets red and you're like "sir, are you okay?" and Diluc "tHe DaRkNiGhT HeRo" Ragnvindr plays it off by
saying he has a FEVER ! A FEVER Y'ALL ! (probably used his pyro vision to heat himself up a bit like a fucking oven
lmao)
It's not like he's worrying you or anything. Because once that actually happened and you placed your hand on his forehead
to check up on him and his "sickness", he got startled to the core and slapped your hand with all of his might.
You squealed out a "ouch " as you wiggled your hand in front of him, rubbing the spot carefully and Diluc couldn't help
it but feel like the dumbest guy on earth. He apologized and probably slammed his head against a wall after this awkward
encounter with you which he never explained till this day.
He even considered asking someone for help but who would he even ask? KAEYA? He'd rather die than ask him for help
and most people he's meeting are drunk af from all the wine they're drinking at his tavern.
Whenever he's at the tavern and sees you approach from a distance, he starts to turn around and grab the first thing he
spots while fiddling with his fingers and tries his best to ignore you because Diluc thinks it's better to ignore you than to
embarrass himself any more of you.
Little did he know you actually thought he disliked you at first because he kept ignoring you most of the time or just walk
off somewhere. He's a confident man and knows of his abilities but when it comes to actually talking about his feelings
he's completely overwhelmed. It will need some time for him to confess his liking towards you or talk about his feelings
with you, so give him time.

ও maid outfit
˖˚˳⊹
"oh," his voice was deep, would lie if he says he wasn't totally surprised but archons, what a tease you were right now in
those clothes of yours, "darling, what honor to see you like this." his chuckle was dark, from deep inside of his throat as
he reached over his hand for you to take it. You made yourself comfortable on his lap, straddling him as you didn't waste
anymore time, slowly circling your hips teasingly over his growing erection. His had lolled back in his leather chair as he
scrunched his eyes shut for a moment. Your hands grabbed onto his soft hair, massaging his scalp without ever losing on
pace, still grinding against his leaking cock.
It seemed like he was tired from work, lazily dragging your clothed folds over his growing bulge as he admired the beauty
in front of him from underneath his brows. "You're my maid now, hmm?" he just hummed his question, half lidded eyes
pointing at your features. "so." slowly hooking your white lace panties to the side so your pussy was bare on top of his
hidden cock now, "You're supposed to do everything I say." he finished the sentence off with a wink, grabbing onto the
soft flesh of your thighs to push you onto his cock harder and fuck, you just wanted to cum right here and there, —
twisting and turning—, movements never faltering. <3
˖˚˳⊹
You had your back to him when he opened the door to your knocking, but once turning quickly around to face your
beautiful boyfriend, you saw his broad, surprised face, his cheeks blushed as he realized just what you were wearing right
now. "I'm your maid tonight, baby." your voice was more cheeky than anything else, —almost baby like—, you knew he
liked it that way. He only got more nervous the further he looked at your body, almost breaking the door frame he was
holding on to right now. "a maid?" his question sounded over the top serious, as if he was trying his hardest to not let his
guard down at all times.
"Yes." you paused before placing your pointer finger on his lips, "you can do whatever you want to me, tonight." slowly
prancing it over his —lips, chest and stomach— until it hit his clothed bulge that was already throbbing against your
touch. His adams apple bobbing harshly against his throat as xiao encircled your body with his arms, drawing you closer,
letting you taste his hungry lips and archons, he can't remember the last time when he was this horny for you. Already
ripping off all the unneeded fabric of your body to see your now exposed perky nipples wait for his touch. He didn't
actually wait though and put the mounds of flesh in his mouth right away to suckle harshly on it while the other one was
being pinched in between his thumb and pointer finger. You're in for a wild ride. <3
˖˚˳⊹
he was honestly too stunned to speak at first, lowkey thought he missed an important event in mondstadt or something.
Once you reassured him though, that it wasn‘t in fact an event, but a little something for him, he quickly let go of his tense
expression. He‘s been always so good to you :( always making you feel good so it‘s only natural for you to give him a day
of pleasure. "You can touch me, you know" you‘re grinning, so fucking proud of making him so unbelievably flustered
right now, standing tall in front of him while albedo was still settled on his chair.
His hands slowly reached out for your hips to grab onto your soft flesh, feeling how good you felt underneath his skin
made him throb against his pants, "push your dress up." he‘s cold with that certain command, taking it seriously now as
he carefully hooked his fingers up the waistband of your white panties, dragging them down and exposing your soft folds
to the cold room. He was quick with it, really. Pushing his head hard against your pussy to taste the already leaking juices
while simultaniously grabbing onto your leg to slightly pull it up for good measure. You were only able to hold onto his
scalp for additional support, unable to comprehend anything anymore as he ate you out like it was his last meal, slowly
moving his pointer finger to your entrance to prod a digit in since he knows he had to prepare you before diving his fat
cock into your needy pussy.
˖˚˳⊹
you were currently kneeling in between his thighs, lazily suckling on his cock with a maid outfit that was already half
ripped. By the looks of it you can clearly see that scaramouche was more than delighted to see you like this, so fucking
obedient and ready to be devoured by his aura. "Fuck." his breathing was heavy, —but his tone was dark—, barely a
whisper if anything, he doesn‘t want to show you just how off guard you caught him today, with that little stunt of yours.
Just how dare you look all pretty in that maid dress, so confident with your breasts perking up nicely from the small
corset, like a dream come true, really.
"don‘t you dare stop." he‘s whimpering now when you picked up on pace, remotely letting his tip hit the back of your
throat, over and over again and archons, throat fucking you was his absolute favorite. The way you were trying to suck
him in was almost to die for, groaning out against gritted teeth as he looked down on you. Your chin messily stained with
both your saliva and his cum, a fucking sinful masterpiece in his eyes. His hands found refuge in your hair and pulled
back a few of your strands so he could clearly see your fucked out face. You knew he was about to spill his seed into you
once he was rutting his cock inside of your mouth, meeting your pace halfway and once he filled your throat with warm
white ribbons, he —as always— expects you to swallow all of it like a good little maid would. <3
˖˚˳⊹
He's a flustered mess, tries his hardest to hide it but fails regardless. Was just tinkering in his lab a moment ago when you
decided too grace him with your appearance, head to toe with an adorable maid outfit. He gulped out harshly against his
throat, licking his lips in nervousness before he advanced towards your waiting figure. "You." he stopped mid sentence
once he reached you, lips mere inches away from one another, "you're beautiful." he caught his breath in his throat,
feeling how your fingers lazily stroked over his stoned stomach.
It didn't take cyno long to actually close the distance between your faces and kiss you passionately, at first it was more
teeth and tongue than anything though, far too gone in your beauty had him already seeing stars. His hands quickly
finding refuge on your behind as he felt up the tiny lace that decorated your body in the utmost erotic way, he's so fucking
lucky to have you. His fingertips prancing over your pussy, —that eagerly awaited him already—, as he prodded the first
digit against your hole, teasing you for what's more to come later. He didn‘t want to overdo it but once he felt you
basically rut against his pointer finger, he immediately went in knuckles deep, grazing in with his nails before finding that
sweet spot of yours. <3
˖˚˳⊹
after a long work day, ajax thought he‘d come home to your cute figure sleeping soundly on your shared bed but once he
actually saw you waiting for him, —dressed like a maid—, he could already feel his cock twitch deep inside his pants.
Balls getting heavy by the mere thought of filling you up with his seed tonight, can‘t wait to be honest. He‘s licking his
lips before narrowing an eyebrow at you, "what do we have here?" His question was almost cute, really, as you slowly
guided him on top of you so he‘d hover over your body. Creaking noises of the bed —because of his added weight— were
falling against deaf ears once you spread your legs further apart for him. He was licking his lips as if he was preparing
himself for a meal, which he kind of was if we‘re being honest.
You could feel him smirk against your body once he placed wet kisses all over your stomach, pushing up the dress so he‘d
see your soaked lace panties that were desperately waiting to be ripped apart by him, which he then, —of course did—.
Carefully lowering his head to place a messy kiss on your throbbing folds, licking all the way up your clit to slowly circle
his tongue over your bundle of nerves. He won‘t stop there though, ajax really wanted to taste you tonight, moving down
to your hole to desperately suckle up everything you gave him so far. "My cute little maid, only spreading your legs for
me, right?" he grinned at you while sliding his first digit in, going back to grinding his tongue against your clit. <3

ও breeding
˖˚˳⊹
he‘s so deep inside of your cunt right now, balls heavy and filled with his cum, practically waiting to be spilled inside of
your hole. It‘s happening now. Zhongli could feel himself come undone again and archons, he‘s so sensitive. Your pussy
still sucking him in all obediently, even after getting stuffed full with his seed over and over again. Your thighs stained
with his previous releases, both your juices and his cum drippling down the bed sheets yet at this point, he didn‘t care
anymore.
"just one more." pausing mid sentence to let out the most angelic moan from deep inside his gut, his cock was throbbing
again, "one more time, darling." whining, wincing and turning, zhongli pushed back the loose strands of his hair to pump
himself back inside of you. The knot to his orgasm finally breaking again and emptying his balls in your messy cunt.
You‘re arching your back, unable to comprehend anything anymore, throat stained from all the previous chants of his
name. You‘re making grabby hands towards his way so he‘d come down to your face and kiss you, which he very much
did afterwards. <3
˖˚˳⊹
He thinks it‘s embarrassing how you‘re turned on by being breeded, doesn‘t want to admit that he‘s a fucking lunatic for
the feeling of your messy cunt engulfing his cock so eagerly. Not to mention the way you would clench against his girth
and grab him like a vice, slowly circling your hips to make him feel good. He can‘t remember how often he came inside
of you already, his seed spilling out of your tight hole in thick spurts and staining the sheets underneath the both of you.
Fuck, he‘s feeling his climax approach him again, at this point he couldn‘t stop even if he wanted to. Scaramouche will
grab onto your knees to push them against your stomach, demanding you to loop your arms around your legs so he
doesn‘t have to do much work himself, he‘s busy breeding you after all. Almost there, he‘s pulling out, fisting his cock in
front of your glistering, stained folds and sliding back in to fill you up, emptying himself as he arched his back, shivering
from another intense orgasm. <3
˖˚˳⊹
he's gone, plain simple. His cum dripping down from his tip to all over his balls, staining not only his thighs but the
mattress underneath as well. You could certainly catch him get lost in his thoughts for a second, can't even do anything
about it because the thought of you carrying his child would be a dream come true for diluc. Hips continuing to thrust
against your abused cunt harder, skin slapping against skin lewdly and coating your body with all kinds of fluids.
When he does breed you, it'll always become so messy, it's almost unreal. diluc wouldn't care either though, he adores the
feeling of your sloppy cunt engulfed around his hard cock, it feels so much better this way, so sensitive too. <3 "You're
perfect for me." he's chanting now, showering you with praises once he feels his orgasm approach him. A soft and one of
many 'i love you's escaping him once he pumps his whole load inside of you, your moaning music to his ears. <3
˖˚˳⊹
"xiao." you‘re whining out his name so fucking desperately, arching your back against him while he‘s slowly grinding his
cock against you, groaning at the wetness of both your juices and his cum. It‘s too much for him, he‘s so sensitive but he
still wants to cum inside of you again, the raw drag of his cock inside your cunt was so fucking addicting to him now, he
might die from being so overstimulated if he was being honest. His thrusts lacking any sort of technique, way too sloppy
and messy for him but he begins to like it somehow.
"one more." hissing against gritted teeth with a small whine accompanying his words, "one more." and hazily smirking
once he hears you wince a pathetic 'yes'. His hands leave your hips to grab onto your thighs, pushing them against your
body once you let out a sharp cry again when he slid himself back inside, thrusting into your abused cunt faster and
already tasting his orgasm on the top of his tongue. Finally, grinding into you further until he was completely sheathed
inside, emptying his heavy balls with a low groan that danced across his lips. <3
˖˚˳⊹
what had started as a lazy but surely passionate make out session, was now something you didn‘t expect to happen, at all.
Legs thrown over ayato‘s shoulders while he‘s fisting himself in front of your glistering cunt, rubbing his tip against your
folds —that were already stained with both your juices and his cum— as a lubricant. His raw cock spreading you open
again, your back arching when you felt him fill you up, he was so big it made your brain foggy but filled with pleasure. <3
"You‘re so good to me." saying that with a grin on his face, —showing you his canine teeth—, punctuating his thrusts
now to hit that one spot you always went crazy over. Practically hammering into you at this point as he felt the deep knot
inside of his gut break again, spilling his warm seed back inside your sloppy hole. He would look at it leave you and pout
whenever it does, thick spurts of cum dripping down your hole but he won‘t leave it at that. Ayato will push his seed back
inside of your messy pussy with his long skilled fingers, your whining from overstimulation falling against deaf ears. <3

ও sucking on your tits
˖˚˳⊹
every movement of his tongue will make your clit throb against his thigh, that was sinfully placed right in between your
legs. Xiao will suckle on your tits like a little baby boyc nuckling on your nipples as if it‘s his last meal. It kinda hurts
though :( you‘re so sensitive, not to mention that xiao is grazing against them with his teeth, searching for the most
comfortable spot to suck on them harshly and bring you to an amazing orgasm.
Prods out his tongue so he can circle around your perky buds, knows how much you adore it whenever he does those
moves. At this point you’re rutting your cunt against his thigh, mind threatening to turn blank and your expression almost
silly if anything. Xiao‘s certainly not someone who wants to show you that he‘s good in pleasuring, —but if he really
manages to make you cum from simply licking your nipples like that— he‘s going to have a small but steady burst of
confidence, ego rising, going back to smush his head right against the bundles of flesh, you can tell you‘re in it for a wild
ride. <3
˖˚˳⊹
he‘s leaning down to suck on your perked up nipple, swirling his tongue around the base of the mounds of flesh and
hollowing his cheeks as he pulls his head back again, resulting in you moaning out loudly which only fell deaf against
ayato‘s ears. He didn’t really care, he just wanted to suckle on that one thing that made him so fucking addicted. Is so
messy too with it, will spit on your tits to have them nicely wet, a bulb of saliva connecting his mouth with your nipple.
He‘s doing it again, sucking the little bud until it was throbbing, your back arching against his chest and feeling his
warmth.
“fuck,” you’re whining desperately at this point, out of a feeling of duty to resist. He’s turning rougher with you now, at
the tip of your nipple he gave a sharp tinge of pleasure that ripped a harsh moan from the top of your throat again. You
were sure he used his teeth, adoring the sounds that left past your mouth as ayato caught himself humping his cock into the
mattress, staining his boxers fucking sinfully in the process. He‘s absolutely ravaging your tits, imagining how they‘d
cutely bounce once he‘s fucking you dumb.
˖˚˳⊹
itto’s hands are so fucking big :( he’s so fond of kneading your breasts and feeling your warmth around his fingers,
grazing teasingly over your nipple with his digits to make you squirm in pleasure. “Fuck.” you’re growling out, grabbing
his wrist with your hand to halter his movements but to no avail because itto already put your mounds of flesh in his warm
mouth, but not before letting go off a bundle of saliva from right past his lips, needs to make your tits messy for him first.
<3
“isn’t that so much fun?” he’s smirking against your breasts, looking straight into your eyes with that teasing grin of his,
slowly bringing his fingers to his mouth to coat them in his spit, needs to use them too if he wants to get you to orgasm
from some mere tit play. Now he wants to know it, suckling on your left boob while the other one was getting twirled in
between his thumb and pointer finger, and who knows, maybe you will cum from some tit play.
˖˚˳⊹
wants you to scream his name, would never stop if you aren’t chanting it around the whole room only for his ears to
witness and relish in. Scaramouche adored seeing you struggle, it’s his favorite thing, but the way he was nuzzling his
face in between your breasts right now was probably his second favorite thing to do. They‘re so soft and bouncy! doesn‘t
care about the size of them, —small or big—, just adores how they feel whenever he‘s grabbing the soft flesh which was
radiating a warmth he couldn‘t quite place.
angelic noises escaping past your throat made him hollow this cheeks even more, twirling his rough tongue over your
already abused nipples so fucking erotically. “you’re pathetic.” he’s hissing at you through gritted teeth, kissing the top of
your tit in an almost lovably way while continuing to hold your gaze. He’d drop the eye contact, leaning in to blow
cooling air over your abused little nipple, in a way it was as if he‘s punishing you for something. But actually he just loved
your expression so much, wouldn’t tell you though.
˖˚˳⊹
he’s squeezing the hills of flesh in between his fingers, slowly turning down to give them some much needed attention. <3
he’s quick with it, gyrating his skilled tongue over your hardened up nipples, giving them some kitty licks for starters.
Diluc will always go slow at first, wants to hear you moan his name, the sound is more than addicting to him.
in a way it’s relaxing too for diluc, he’s so busy all the time and needs some time off :( and what’s the best way other than
touching you like that. More so whenever you moan out from simply being teased like this, he‘ll hum in response as a
sign of appreciation, body relaxing against your warmth. Will refrain for a second to blow some cold air against your now
wet breasts, and archons, diluc might be many things in bed, but fuck was he skilled when it came to discovering your
sweet spots. It’s almost as if you put them out for display only for his eyes to witness. Pools of spit running past his chin
now as he continued to hollow his cheeks and suckle the little life out of your beautiful tits. <3
˖˚˳⊹
he‘s teasing you, leaving open mouthed kisses all over your breasts at first, starting from right underneath them until he
hits his desired destination, —which were your cutesy nipples that were standing up so adoringly for him—. Heizou was
surprised once you arched your back when he wasn’t even sucking on your tit yet, only giving your nipples some soft
baby licks to get you in the right mood, but looking at you right now, he figured that you were in said mood already.
You‘re looking sinful like this, mouth agape and eyes scrunched shut while your hands found refuge in his soft hair.
He was so lucky, —he figured—, you even let him do as he pleased! tension crawling in both of your bodies as he finally
grabbed one of your breasts to feel it underneath his hand, swiping his pointer finger around the nipple abruptly to coax
out yet another reaction from you. Won’t leave your other boob out of the fun though, will spit on it over and over again
until it’s nicely wet, sucking and slurping around while grinding himself against your cunt, he was so far gone it was
almost embarrassing. His mouth on top of your tits felt like absolute heaven but once he was whining against your breasts
because of his cock getting hard and aching, you swore you were seeing tiny stars flying around.

ও crying during sex
˖˚˳⊹
diluc , who knew you had a bad day today and decided to make you feel good, worshipping your body was always his
favorite. He was going a relentless pace, hard and steady without a thought of slowing down. You moaned through every
thrust, face nuzzling in the crook of his neck but something wasn't right. You couldn't shake off the feeling from today, it
wasn't like something bad happened to you but you felt overall sad and sluggish.
closing your eyes shut, your chest started to tighten, everything was getting too much once you cried out diluc's name, his
body freezing up at your tone, knowing that it wasn‘t the pleasure he inflicted on you that made you say his name.
Closing your eyes shut, your chest started to tighten, everything was getting too much once you cried out diluc's name, his
body freezing up at your tone, knowing that it wasn‘t the pleasure he inflicted on you that made you say his name.
he quickly pulled out, watching your expression when grabbing your face in between his hands to stroke away your tears
immediately. "baby, look at me." he's so scared right now, scared of the thought that he had hurt you, more so that he‘s
the cause of this, "I'm here, what's wrong?" but you couldn't respond with your throat tightening up heavily, tears
storming out of your eyes without a sign of coming to an end yet it didn't matter because diluc was quick to embrace you,
cherish you and tell you just how much he loves you. In the end he couldn’t help it as his eyes quilled up with tears, it
truly broke his heart seeing you like this.
˖˚˳⊹
In normal circumstances, albedo would‘ve most likely let you take the lead since he loved watching you unravel while
you‘re riding him silly. Tonight you weren‘t in the mood though, every little thing was turning you sadder for some reason
so you were happy that he wanted to make you feel good today. "You‘re doing amazing." he‘s so close, warm breath
coating your ear while he‘s fingering your hole harder. Your head thrown back from the pleasure he inflicted on you as
you held closely against albedo, your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
his pace was skilled, remotely hitting that one sweet spot inside of you while scissoring your cunt. "I love you." for some
reason that little chant felt sour in your mouth. It wasn‘t anything regarding albedo but you. In this night you felt terrible
for some reason, thinking that if it was even possible for him to love someone like you. It didn‘t take a long while until
deep sobs filled the room, the nook of his neck turning wet from your tears as albedo pushed himself slightly off you to
see if you‘re okay.
"am i hurting you? are you okay?" he‘s very careful right now, biting down on his lower lip with a concerning expression
painted across his face, "can i touch you?" you couldn‘t form any sentences or replies but nodded your head in approval
as he enveloped his arms around you immediately. The night ended in you telling him about your feelings from today,
your fears and your worries but albedo didn‘t mind. He‘d listen to you, hold you close and reassure you that he loves both
your good and bad sides equally.
˖˚˳⊹
heizou , who was yet again, cumming deep inside your pussy, emptying his balls in your messy cunt and watching his
seed quill out of you. It was surely a sight to behold, if not his favorite. Your legs were shaking, without his help they
surely would‘ve collapsed on the mattress already. Your body covered in both your juices and his cum, not to mention
sweat and perspiration from the intense night.
normally you didn‘t mind, you loved getting fucked by him many times and adored his stamina, yet you couldn‘t do it
today. "Just one more baby, okay?" heizou‘s quick with it, kissing your temple before sliding himself back inside with
ease. Your legs sprang up as a reflex and enveloped around his body when he snapped forward into your cunt.
you didn‘t understand your emotions quite frankly, hole clenching around his girth made the man hovering over you moan
out angelically. You were so good to him tonight, —he figured— , and he wanted to tell you! looking down at you to give
you a kiss but what he saw made his heart ache in his chest all of a sudden. "Wait." he‘s panicking, "what‘s wrong, i‘m
sorry, i‘m sorry." small chants left his mouth as heizou pulled himself out immediately, reaching over to the blanket on the
floor to cover your bare body. "Was it too much? I‘m so sorry baby. I‘m so sorry." your crying wasn‘t ending now as you
looped your arms around his body to hug him in which he obliged in doing so. He comforted you while playing with your
hair, cooeing small praises and apologies against your lips, biting back his own tears in the process.
˖˚˳⊹
"fuck, i love it when you’re so messy with me."kaeya‘s on cloud nine, heaving your legs up further over his shoulders to
push you into the mattress once he leaned down your figure, caging you with his arms. His hips were remotely grinding
into your quivering pussy in a relentless pace as tears formed into your eyes. It was quite normal for him to see a few tears
escape past your eyes whenever the both of you would go at it, you always reassuring him that it was solely pleasure that
made them form, but not tonight.
because tonight your mind wasn‘t exactly where it should‘ve been, more so it was tapping into darkness you couldn‘t
quite place. Everything seemed too much for you when you wouldn‘t stop crying as kaeya picked up on it immediately,
knowing something wasn‘t okay today. "Wait, love." he‘s quick with it, pushing himself off you and carefully placing
your legs against the warm sheets, "was i going to hard, i‘m sorry." tears formed in his eyes as well now. You shook your
head, last thing you wanted was for him to think he did something wrong. Instead of doing nothing kaeya slowly reached
over to your quivering figure to pull you close against his warm chest. There was a lot going on but feeling his heart beat
steadily against your own warmth made you calm down immediately.
˖˚˳⊹
xiao , who felt himself unravel against your warmth. Cunt enveloping him so fucking nicely as he grinding himself harder
inside of you. Fingers sliding down your thighs to retract them so he‘d reach even deeper. His fingernails would dig onto
your flesh hard, leaving crescent formed buds on your sweaty body. You moaned at the feeling, it wasn‘t painful and
added more pleasure to you.
xiao was always soft and suble during sex, never daring to overdo it or make you uncomfortable. You‘re his angel, his
pride but he couldn‘t shake off the thoughts that brushed painfully against him. If he ever were to lose you what would he
do? Would there be anything for him to do afterwards? His nails dug harder, his pace getting relentless when you realised
that he wasn‘t quite were he should‘ve been right now. "Xiao." you‘re whining his name now, warm tears quilling into
your eyes as they left to run down your cheeks.
"xiao!" that particular whine snapped him from the false reality of his mind, eyes growing as he saw your crying form
underneath him. He was quick to push himself off you, attempting to leave the bed but you grapped his wrist last second to
pull him close again. "I‘m sorry." his chest is heaving —up and down up and down—, warm breath coating your stained
cheeks as he screwed his eyes shut, "don‘t leave me now." he’s shaking, "please don’t leave me now." xiao couldn‘t
understand the feelings he was confronted with, crawling into your hold to push you against his sweaty body. The both of
you sharing warmth and crying against each other in a loving hug. Xiao‘s soft pleas, cries and apologies for hurting you
fall to deaf ears when you tell him that you‘ll never leave, ever.
˖˚˳⊹
his breath was heavy against your face, soft warmth fanning over your lips aszhongli caught you in a desireful passionate
kiss. You‘re aware he‘s big, always feeling how his fat vein grazes over your delicate walls. There’s no other way for him
than to prepare you before he can slide himself deep inside your tight cunt. You weren‘t exactly sure what made you this
sensitive today. Though in other circumstances you loved the feeling of overstimulation, it always made your climax grow
further, exploding release which would hit you in a ten fold.
his pace is growing harder now, zhongli is caging you in between his arms to plunge into you further and reach every little
sweet spot you had, practically starving for your taste by now. It wasn‘t pleasureful anymore, overstimulation rippling
through your skin without daring to stop, your eyes squint shut as you cried out his name, incoherend wordings filling
zhongli‘s hazy state of mind as he haltered his movements when he felt you weakly push against his shoulders. "Darling"
his voice was faint, quivering if anything, he was scared for your well being and would detest himself if he ever caused
you suffering.
"are you hurt?" he pulled out immediately and began to trace his hands over your body to feel your shivering state
underneath. It didn‘t take him long to get the blanket which the both of you threw on the floor earlier to cover you up,
nuzzling himself against you to add his own body warmth. "I apologize, please look at me." zhongli's tone was one of a
concerned kind. His big hand cupped your cheek, thumb forming small circles over your face and kissing your nose
lovingly. You couldn‘t stop a small giggle from leaving your mouth because of that subtle gesture, rubbing your eyes to
get rid of the blur before reassuring him that you‘re okay now.

ও tattoo artist albedo
tattoo! artist albedo who‘s slowly guiding his hands over your soft skin, telling you that he needs to inspect your body
first before he can properly start working.
tattoo! artist albedo who couldn‘t help it but find it so fucking adorable whenever you were scrunching your eyes shut as
a response of the pain on your thigh. Will make sure to compensate for the discomfort he caused later.
tattoo! artist albedo who‘ll brush the cold needle over your shivering skin that was now decorated with goosebumps.
Mocking your hopeless behavior in front of him!
tattoo! artist albedo who‘ll tease you about your whining and whimpering whenever he‘d go back to tattooing your skin,
fingertips prancing sexily over your shivering form to calm you down.
tattoo! artist albedo who knows you‘re watching him eagerly at work right now, involuntarily attempting to clench your
thighs together if it wasn‘t for him holding them open for a better view on his masterpiece.
tattoo! artist albedo who‘d pull the tattoo machine away from your body to stand up, obvious growing bulge forming in
his pants and telling you that he couldn‘t help himself.
tattoo! artist albedo who‘s not even surprised once you‘re cupping his erection, slowly palming his sex without breaking
eye contact. Begging him to take you against the table now.
tattoo! artist albedo who‘ll tell you just how good you were for him earlier, being obedient and silent while he tattoed
your skin. Rewarding you with his leaking cock in the process, your thighs spreading wide open to let himself get
comfortable in between them.
tattoo! artist albedo who‘s slowly guiding your hands to the waistband of his leather pants, making you release his
throbbing cock from its confinements.
tattoo! artist albedo who‘s hooking up his cold fingers into your panties now, sliding them to the side to swipe his digits
over your glistering folds, rubbing against your bundle of nerves before spitting on it, the bulb of saliva hitting your cunt
skillfully.
tattoo! artist albedo who‘s going slow, rubbing his flushed tip over your hole to tease your desperate state, making you
loop your arms around his neck for additional support. Wants you to grind yourself against his tip before he decides to
slide himself into your warm cunt.
tattoo! artist albedo who‘s throwing his head back with a big fat grin on his face, snapping his hips forward to have you
unravel in front of him. His raw cock dragging against your sloppy cunt without much thought, pulsating veins grazing
over the hot skin and searching for that one sweet spot of yours.
tattoo! artist albedo who‘ll coo soft praises against the shell of your ear, telling you just how good you were for him and
his cock, sweaty bodies grabbing onto each other to hold you close. Your hips meeting his movements half way to show
him just how much you wanted to please him!
tattoo! artist albedo who doesn‘t want to cum deep inside your cunt but in your throat. Slowly guiding you off the table
to make you kneel in front of his messy cock that was both coated with your juices and his cum.
tattoo! artist albedo who‘ll fist himself in front of your face, prying your mouth open with his thumb to stuck his cock
inside of your wet hole to push you down against his sex until your nose hits his pelvis.
tattoo! artist albedo who‘ll groan out through clenched teeth once he feels your throat flex against his girth, releasing his
seed and coating your mouth with white ribbons of warm cum.
tattoo! artist albedo who‘ll make you swallow it all, watching you hiccup against his big length while you‘re slurping
away all of his cum that was tasting bitter sweet against your tongue.
tattoo! artist albedo who‘ll help you get up from the floor, scheduling another appointment for you. <3

ও he teaches you
˖˚˳⊹
"you do know something." he‘s breathing out heavily through clenched teeth, his hands grabbing a fistful of your hair to
help you out, because right now, you were kneeling in between his thighs while sucking him off so fucking nicely, even
though you clearly didn't know what you were doing. You were so new to all of thid, clueless if anything :( still insecure
and not sure on what to do but scaramouche didn't really care about that.
Wouldn't tell you in a million years but your innocence made his cock twitch in your mouth, it's so fucking hot in a way
he couldn't quite place. "open your mouth more." he's demanding with it, wants to challenge you while pushing you
harder against his dick, that was trembling whenever you'd slide your warm tongue against that one fat vein of his. It was
too big to be missed, —decorating his girth and throbbing in your mouth—, his blood pumping harder the more he'd reach
his climax. "yes, like that." the fat grin on his face shows on how happy he was with you tonight, grinding his hips against
you to meet your pace halfway when finally coating you with his warm seed. <3
˖˚˳⊹
"going to go slower just for you," dottore pointed out, —his voice pseudo innocent if anything— , retracting his hips
while pushing your legs up so they‘d rest on his shoulders. Your eyes opening at the movements, searching for his eyes to
show him just how good he was making you feel but the man in front of you was way too busy to shove his cock inside of
your needy hole. "Okay…" he‘s advancing forward so that your chest was now flat on his own, "spread your legs further
for me." he‘s sighing out between gritted teeth, grinding his cock back inside of your cunt and always making sure to snap
his hips forward a bit harder to coax out yet another moan from you.
At this point you were chanting his name like a lost prayer, velvet bedsheets engulfing your body while you were pounded
silly by dottore who was very much enjoying the view in front of him. Make-up smushed all over your face, eyes teary
with your eye shadow sticking to your lashes lazily. What a sinful masterpiece you were for him tonight, —not to mention
that he created it—. Still, he wouldn‘t praise you for actually doing a good job and being obedient to him, since in
dottore‘s eyes that‘s the bare minimum when being blessed by his presence and his heavy cock that would fill you up any
moment now.
˖˚˳⊹
"Are you really that slow, love?“ pantalone wasn‘t sure if he should praise you to make you ride his thigh faster, or if he
should make you feel bad instead. He was always so busy, wasn‘t even able to fully concentrate on the sight before him.
Your clothed pussy was rubbing against his soaked thigh so fucking sinfully, his dress pants stained with your juices
didn‘t seem to make him care either, more so was he a fan of it. You were trying your hardest to get off on his thigh, yet
nothing worked if he wasn‘t even touching you, a smirk decorating the edge of his lips.
"you‘re doing it wrong." he‘s pointing it out now, a sigh leaving his mouth once he drops his large hands against your
hips, moving you onto his thigh himself, —rough fingers digging into your sensitive skin—. Your back arched violently
while you were holding onto his shoulders for some sort of stability. "Please, master." you weren‘t daring to say his name,
but those other babbles came out in tiny whispers against his ear. His brows raising at your desperate state as he let go of
your hips again, "show me how you‘re doing it again." not hesitating one bit, you shuffled yourself deeper into his thigh,
grinding yourself further into him, hips strained from all the movements threatened to make your vision turn blank if it
wasn‘t for him now thankfully looping one arm around your waist to keep you were he needed you the most. Maybe he‘ll
hook his fingers into the waistband of your pants if he‘s being generous tonight. <3
˖˚˳⊹
"we‘re going slow." ayato is breathing harshly while sighing out, "going slow for you." he’s laying comfortably on the
bed, while you’re lowering yourself on his throbbing cock, warm cunt engulfing and grabbing him like a vice. If it wasn‘t
for his immense self control, ayato would‘ve unraveled against your touch right about now. "you‘re so tight." he’s pushing
you deeper on his dick now, —which was twitching violently inside of you—, your whole weight dropping down on him
and grinding slowly against his heavy cock for a comfortable pace, "you want me dead." he’s showing you his perfect grin
now while finishing that sentence off with a wink.
his large hands cupped your ass before helping you move steadily, knowing that your cunt was so sensitive right now. His
tip was grazing up heavily over your sweet-spots, hitting every single one without much effort. He motioned you to place
your hands against his chest for additional support when he suddenly bottomed out, hitting your pace halfway which made
you almost drop your body against him. Your whines were music to his ears as a chorus of skin slapping against skin
rolled off the walls easily. "you‘re perfect." ayato throws his head back at the feeling of you, one hand reaching over to
your face to push you down for a kiss, passion taking over his body. <3
˖˚˳⊹
"open up baby." he‘s cooeing against the shell or your ear, his rough tongue tracing a fat line from underneath it. You‘ve
been so good to him :( giving yourself to ajax just like that was a dream come true for him. His heavy cock sliding over
your folds to collect your leaking juices as a natural lubricant, pushing himself against your tiny hole to slowly spread you
open. "we‘re going slow, okay?" ajax was careful with you, but he still remained his teasing demeanor, unable to let go
off it but you didn‘t mind, it was arousing for whatever reason if you were being honest.
he caged you in with his arms, —which were next to your head each—, his warmth becoming one with your own as the
both of you practically stuck together because of the tiny stains of sweat on each other’s body. One of his hands was
appreciatively stroking your hair, tugging back your loose strands behind your ear. He continued a slow pace, grinding
himself into your pussy while digging his nails into the soft flesh of your thighs, small crescent formed buds decorating
your skin. "Yes, just like that." he‘s hissing in between harsh breaths, "don‘t squeeze up, it‘s okay." his lips finding your
own quivering ones, licking from along the corner to your lower lip to bite down harshly, he truly was on cloud nine
tonight.
˖˚˳⊹
heizou wouldn‘t want to rush you but once he saw the needy expression on your face when you proposed the idea of
giving him head, it was just way too good to pass on. He‘d hold your hand the whole time, —watching you kneel in front
of him—, while the other one was lazily stroking over your head, massaging your skull and playfully grabbing a fistful of
your hair. "slowly baby." he‘s cooeing, accompanied by that infamous grin of his, "only take as much as you can." you
hiccuped against his length as an answer in which he couldn‘t help it but laugh breathlessly, your tongue was so fucking
addicting.
heizou was more than surprised when you tried yourself out with some new techniques, eagerly wrapping your tongue
around his girth to get everything messy with your spit, since you knew he loved it sloppy from the countless times he let
his saliva drop down your cunt whenever he ate you out over and over again. He guided you down further until your nose
hit his pelvis, your cheeks hollowing and sucking up harshly made the man above you throw his head back, grabbing onto
your hair harsher for some stability. "fuck." heizou‘s groaning out through gritted teeth now, "do that again."
˖˚˳⊹
zhongli knows he‘s big, always needs to eat your pretty cunt out with his needy tongue, two digits knuckles deep inside of
your pussy and scissoring your warm hole only so zhongli can slide his heavy cock inside of you. Yet he can do whatever
he wants, in the end it will always sting a bit before pleasure takes over. "lift your hips a bit more, darling." he’s telling
you while fisting his cock in front of your glistering folds, "yes, like that." he‘s cupping your face with his one free hand in
order to draw small circles on your cheek before grinding himself forward, tip prodding at your hole.
you‘re whining, twisting and turning with a fat pout on your lips, your nails digging into his sweat covered skin made him
groan heavily against your form, "stay like this." zhongli‘s almost commanding in a way, golden eyes never leaving your
sight before he drops his whole weight on you, cock sheated beautifully into your cunt. Your legs sprang up as a reflex
and looped around his cheseled waist before he bottomed out. "you‘re doing so good for me." saying that with a lovable
smile, he set a slow but hard pace while one hand traced over your shivering skin to help you hold your hips up. <3

ও you teach him
˖˚˳⊹
you’re placing xiao‘s hands against the warm flesh of your hips, slowly guiding yourself up so
you‘d hover over his length. He‘s nervous, more so tense about what he‘s going to feel next. "Take
it easy." you reassure him, cupping his face with your hand while the other one intertwined their
fingers with his own. You lowered yourself at a leasurely pace, dropping your weight against his
throbbing cock.
xiao is arching his back at the feeling, his movements meeting your own as you— bit by bit
grinded against his length until it was finally buried deep inside of you. His breath heaved against
your own, —and he‘s squirming—, already feeling the overstimulation take place. Your hands
finding refuge against his own bigger ones, —that were still grabbing harsh on your flesh while
also leaving crescent formed buds all over your hips—, introducing him to a slow but steady pace.
He was so good, so eager to learn but more importantly so impatient to finally make you feel good.
<3
˖˚˳⊹
your hands will always find their way on gorou's head, massaging his scalp while also gradually
grabbing more and more of his hair strands to pull on harshly. His face was smushed deeply
against your sobbing cunt, legs lazily thrown over his shoulders while he placed soft open mouthed
kisses along your glistering folds. "yes." you're purring, "you're so good." gorou's ears sharpened at
the way of your soft praises, —truly sounded like music to him— while he was eating your pussy
as if it’s his last meal.
his tongue now attempting to be experimental as he lowered his position to be in front of your hole,
prodding the tip in. You arched your back at the sensation, retracting your hips so he’d have better
access. Your hands grabbed a fistful of his hair when you pushed him a bit lower, —where you
knew you needed it the most— and gorou followed suit immediately. He’s more than happy that
you’re vocal with him, voicing your needs and showing him how it’s done. Makes him hump his
ever growing erection against the mattress quite hard without even realising. <3
˖˚˳⊹
your hand tightly wrapped around kazuha‘s wrist to guide him while he‘s fingering your hole.
He‘s slow with it, taking his time to pump his digits in and out of your quivering pussy. You set a
comfortable pace for the both of you while he hid himself in the crook of your neck to place open
mouthed kisses against your skin, warm breath setting shivers down your spine. The feeling of his
rough tongue tracing and sucking on your earlobe had you almost unravel if it wasn‘t for your
somewhat strong self control.
"right there." you‘re mewling now, he got your sweet spot figured out, "right there." your whining
was like music to his ears if anything. He couldn‘t wait to get addicted to the feeling of finger
fucking you every day now. Slowly retracting the position of his hand so he‘d reach even deeper
when he began to scissor your tiny little cunt. The squelching noises filling the room and rolling
down the walls was almost downright pornographic in a way. "You‘re a fast learner." you bit back
a moan with that sentence— also saying it with a grin. You let go of his wrist at some point to let
him toy with you as he pleased. <3
˖˚˳⊹
childe‘s laying next to you while you’re fisting his cock lazily, remotely spitting on your palm to
use your saliva as a natural lubricant. You‘re propping yourself up with one arm to give him better
access to your cunt. Not to mention that the smile that formed on his lips came from recalling how
wet you got from simply giving him a handjob, what a sight to behold in his eyes. That‘s when he
hooked his fingers into your waistband, prodding his slender digits over your glistering folds to
make you feel good himself. You retracted your hips so he‘d have it easier to access the places he
needed to while he remained eye contact.
"Am i doing it right?" he‘s cooeing into your ear— almost taunting, a whiny breath escaping ajax
once you particularly harshly circled your wrist over his blushed tip. your hand that was pleasuring
him just a moment ago reached over to his wrist to take it in your hold, —you‘re laying down now
—, pushing your hips a bit upwards to prod one of his fingers into your hole. Ajax swore he saw
stars there, your boldness was so unbelievably sexy and he wanted to learn and see more. "There."
you‘re throwing your head back, —whincing and turning—, once he pushed his fingers knuckles
deep inside of your cunt. Feeling you remotely squeeze his digits was almost downright
pornographic, childe knew he‘d get addicted of that particular warmth. <3
˖˚˳⊹
you‘re calming diluc down, soft fingertips tracing over his warm abdomen which made him shiver
against your touch. He‘s whincing, turning his body left and right and unable to stay still while
you‘re straddling him now. You lightly retracted your hips so you could hover over his leaking
cock, circling your lower body to coat his tip with your juices. "Just leave it to me." you‘re
reassuring him, guiding your body down while you took his hands in your own, placing them on
your thighs.
"you‘re so good diluc." you‘re cooeing at him now while he‘s slowly rutting his hips up to meet
your painfully unhurried pace halfway. "you‘re a quick learner." finishing that sentence of with a
wink, you leaned down to have your upper body against his own, skin on skin becoming one from
the overall heat had the both of you radiate warmth on each other. His arms looping around your
waist was only the beginning when he retracted his hips so he‘d hit your sweet spot deep within
your hole. Diluc wasn‘t even sure if he was supposed to make any noise but he also couldn‘t stop
himself from moaning against your ear whenever you dropped your whole weight down his hard
cock. He was lost, red hair strands sticking on his forehead and chanting your name while his eyes
were tightly scrunched shut, he knew he wouldn‘t be able to go without feeling your cunt
enveloping him at least once a day.
˖˚˳⊹
heizou always thought about it, having you spread out on the bed, bare and ready in front of him.
Is slightly embarrassed by the amounts of times he actually daydreamed about you, —would never
tell you either—. Yet here you were now, although not laid down on the bed, the both of you hid in
a small alley with him knuckles deep inside of your cunt. He doesn‘t even recall on how the both of
you got there, it all really started with a heated out make-out session until he couldn‘t help himself
but to hook his fingers into the elastic of your pants.
"slower." you‘re breathing against his abused lips— that were so very much red from kissing you
earlier, "go slower, please." you‘re whining out at his fingernails that were grazing over your
bundle of nerves, his thumb sliding over your cunt carefully. You could tell he wasn‘t exactly sure
on what to do, yet he wanted to make you cum so bad, he‘s so fucking in love and wanted to
impress you somehow :( that‘s when you decided to take his wrist in your hand, grinding yourself
into his fingers and retracting them slowly so they‘d hit your sweetspot. "Right there." your face
hazy and filled with lust, heizou understood immediately and pumped his fingers in and out of you
harsher now, making sure to remain knuckles deep inside of your sloppy cunt at all times. Maybe
you‘ll let him taste your juices later! but only if he made you cum beforehand. <3

ও finger fucking
˖˚˳⊹
having you in front of a mirror and playing with your perfect cunt was just somethingchilde needed in order to get him
through the day. He‘s so busy all the time! thank the archons he got you who‘s always looking out for him and his needs.
His slow strokes in you deepened with every movement of his, feeling how you turned more wet while your pleasure grew
almost unbearably strong.
"baby quit moving." ajax‘s grinning against you with that damned smile of his that had your chest heaving violently, his
pointer and middle finger prodding against your hole before plunging them deep inside your cunt again. "You‘re
swallowing them all in, did you miss me so much?" you can only respond in struggles and incoherend babbles, juices
leaking out of your sobbing hole and staining the surface underneath you. Ajax was so gone, he just wanted to taste you
already! you can be certain he‘s going to eat you out properly after he finished playing with you. <3
˖˚˳⊹
you moaned kazuha‘s name as he flicked his fingers over your precious cunt, caressing the sweet bundle of nerves before
looking up at your face, greeting you with those beautiful eyes that had you get lost within. He groaned once he plunged
his digits deep inside you, feeling your walls twitch around his slender fingers only made him ache to feel you cum
already.
you bucked your hips at the feeling, gasping his name again before beginning a steady rhythm, riding his fingers so
fucking sensually it had your vision threatened to turn blank. Kazuha was all about worshipping you in every way
possible, his cheeks blushing as he kissed along your collarbone, smiling against your body before praising you lovingly.
You were so good to him at all times, the sight of your trembling hips coaxing a moan out of his throat before he picked
up on pace even more, needing to make you cum against his fingers now was what he had to do. <3
˖˚˳⊹
albedo grinned against your tit, flicking his tongue over your sensitive nipple while playing with that perfect cunt of
yours. He wanted to test how much you could take, prodding in yet another finger before adding his third one into your
tight pussy. Your eyes were scrunched shut, mouth agape as albedo relished against your radiating warmth.
the way you still felt so tight even after he has played with you for hours! stretching you out was something he loved
doing, not to mention that he was grazing over your delicate walls with his fingernails— which made you even more
sensitive then before. You‘re moaning out his name in desire, grasping onto his hair to pull him into a passionate kiss,
accessing those perfect lips of his and feeling them sensually against your own. You could feel yourself release any
moment now and albedo knew you were close as well, picking up on pace and already dreaming about tasting your juices
against his tongue.
˖˚˳⊹
you exhaled deeply once you felt zhongli‘s middle finger slide across your glistering folds— which were aching for his
touches, begging for him to fuck you already yet he always remained in taking his time with you, playing properly with
you before actually fucking you silly. You lifted your hips a bit for him to access your hole deeper, one finger now getting
sucked into your cunt.
his thumb was between your pussy lips, stroking around the sensual bundle of nerves to get you even more wet for him.
He‘s enchanted by your lewd voicing, zhongli loved it whenever you were vocal with him. He needed to know if he made
you feel good so he‘d also be aware on how to continue the act. He kept his painfully slow pace on you before you
grunted out in frustration, wiggling your hips so he‘d add another finger already in which he replied with a breathy laugh.
Yet he didn‘t want to keep you in agony any longer, you‘re his precious s/o after all! zhongli finally pushed his second
finger past your entrance which had your walls twitch around him, already feeling your climax build up deep inside your
gut.
˖˚˳⊹
scaramouche smirked against the soft skin of your neck while circling the tip of his pointer finger over your clit,
desperate moans filling the room which he loved hearing against his ears. The way your expression changed in something
akin to desire was mouth watering for him, pushing the first two fingers past your entrance to have you engulf him fully.
he couldn‘t believe that you were so wet already from him merely playing with your cunt. Your whines turned into
whimpers and evolved into breathy gasps which only coaxed him on to go faster, the rhythm on his fingers increasing
gradually before adding yet another finger. He wanted to stretch you out to the brim, needed to make you moan out
screaming for more while toying with your cunt knuckles deep inside. "don‘t be shy, tell me how it feels." scaramouche‘s
saying that with a big grin on his face, trailing soft kissing along your jaw before hiding his face in the crook of your neck
again. He‘s gone, your walls were practically sucking him in, twitching around his slender digits and coating him in your
slick, what a sinful masterpiece you could become sometimes was beyond belief for him.

ও messy eaters
˖˚˳⊹
itto just can‘t help himself, really. His pointer finger is glossing over your glistering folds with expertise you weren‘t even
aware of he possessed. Plus point if you go on to hold yourself tightly against his horns and push him down further—
since you were very much aware itto was utterly sensitive all around them.
the sounds he made were even more heavenly to begin with as he licked a straight line from your hole up to your folds
again, flicking his tongue while he listened to your soft whimpers. You were sighing out hard, thrusting your hips up to
his grip while he used his careful fingers around your tight hole, prodding the first finger in. Your juices were stained
around his cheeks and chin, running down messily and staining the bedsheets underneath the both of you yet itto wanted it
that way, almost as if he needed it. He‘s pulling back for a moment to gather your juices on his fingers before suckling on
them sensually and archons, the way his eyes rolled back at the taste was such a sight to behold.
˖˚˳⊹
you‘re aware that ajax is very good with words, he‘s so vocal during eating your pretty cunt, it‘s honestly insane and
makes your legs shiver involuntarily against his head. "I suppose you enjoy this right now." he‘s smiling against your
pussy, flicking his tongue around your wet bundle of nerves and making a mess all over himself in the process.
his finger was now moving over the expanse of your sensual skin, childe could stay like this for hours if you‘d let him.
Just being able to constantly feel and taste your perfect cunt was making him pick up on pace even harder, the way his
tongue was now remotely tracing over your sweet sensitive spot made you let out such a pretty whine for him! he was
truly in heaven right now, moving back and forth while pulling your hips closer to his face so you‘d practically squeeze
him with your thighs, hard. "I‘ll take care of you." ajax‘s moaning against your cunt now, fingernails gliding up your legs
to grasp onto your soft skin while ultimately spreading them further, so he‘d reach deeper, deeper to have your juices
better against his needy tongue.
˖˚˳⊹
dottore pressed a warm kiss over your sensitive cunt before prying your hole open with two of his fingers, coating them
with your juices just how he liked it before diving right in to taste you. He moved back a bit to take your knees in his hand
in order to push them towards your chest, now being able to nestle himself even better, starting to flick his needy tongue
over your folds.
he was so precise with it too! sinking into the comfort which was your perfect pussy while his tongue ghosted over your
sensitive spots to make you shiver and gasp violently around his hold. He longed to taste you all day now, hearing you
sing those perfectly shaped moans while you messily coated him with all of your juices. You weren‘t able to hold back
any longer as you advanced forward to find refuge in his hair, pulling him closer and starting to ride his face. His nose was
nudging your clit because of that sudden position now, dragging against your pussy while you were riding him so fucking
nicely. His groaning was a sign for you to continue your doings, gradually feeling your release build up in your stomach.
˖˚˳⊹
"how are you so perfect?" diluc breathes softly against your throbbing cunt, your hands grasping over his hair to massage
his scalp once he went back to kiss your pretty pussy— he so very much adored. You spine arched against his face as he
growled in encouragement— coaxing you on to go further and to ride his face, which he unbeknownst to you— had a
secret obsession on.
you‘re so sweet against his lips— he figured, licking around your pussy and pulling you closer so he‘d be able to swirl his
tongue deeper into you, entranced by the way your juices mixed together with his saliva. His mouth was so soft and needy
against your cunt, it felt heavenly and you knew you would probably grow addicted by the end of it. The way he was so
loud while eating you out made your cheeks heated, shivering around his hold when you dared to look down at him,
seeing the stained chin which was already full of your slick. The sight made you sink down against your pillows again,
scrunching your eyes shut and letting out a moan which turned into a silent scream of his name, tasting your climax on
your tongue and feeling it approach you slowly.
˖˚˳⊹
heizou was taking this whole thing as a mission almost, alternating between flicking and suckling on your sweet bundle
of nerves before nudging his first finger against your tight hole— that was already eagerly waiting to suck him in. He
began to push the first digit against your slick coated cunt, squelching noises accompanying his movements as you
mewled at him, coaxing heizou on to go faster.
"cum for me." he‘s grinning around your pussy now, teasingly flicking his tongue over your folds while pushing his
fingers in and out, "please, i need it." he‘s so bland about it, your hole clenching around his slender digits once hearing his
pleas. You tense around his hold, heizou‘s firm on you was firm yet his tongue was everything else than faint, dragging
against your pussy and sucking ever so often on your folds, pulling back and hollowing his cheeks to gather all your slick
in his mouth to finally swallow and taste it— just like he dreamed of doing the whole day. You‘re moaning out screaming
while thrusting up into his mouth, your first climax approaching you so hard you weren‘t able to realise once it finally hit
you, releasing against his already stained cheeks while heizou took his time to savour your taste around his lips, giving you
the most beautiful moan in return.
˖˚˳⊹
the amount of wetness on your cunt was driving scaramouche insane, he adored it messy like this, it was way too easy to
bring you to unravel against his hold, turning you into a fucked out mess was something he always desired to achieve. His
eyes go wide as you pulled him closer against your cunt, slowly grinding yourself around his face.
if it wasn‘t for him being so unbelievably pussy drunk he might‘ve said something, instead he smacked your thigh to
shoot you a threatening look— as if he was telling you to mind your business and let him finish what he had started alone.
Yet once you met his gaze— it was so dreamy, the way his tongue remotely hit over your glistering folds was out of this
world, his arm wrapping around your hips in order to reach deeper into you with his tongue. He prod against your hole
with it, always teasing before deciding to finally push himself in, tongue fucking you while your spine arched in desire,
whining out his name screamingly and begging scaramouche to make you cum already in which he only replied with a
groan in encouragement, picking up on pace and pulling his tongue in and out of you while spreading your cunt open
further with his fingers, tasting everything you gave him and so much more.

ও marking you
˖˚˳⊹
you were already aware of the fact that childe was desperately getting aroused by marking your body up. He‘d always
start a bit lower, working his way towards your stomach before sucking a faint bruise right above your navel, smiling to
himself once hearing you whine from his touches. It was in a way addicting to him, to hear you whince out like that, he
craved for more.
ajax is prying his tongue out now, trailing from your stomach until he hits your collarbone, biting down playfully before
hollowing his cheeks to mark you up yet again. "You‘re mine." the way he voiced said sentence wasn‘t coming from an
act of desire, he wanted you to know that he was the only one allowed to —touch, kiss and mark you up— no one else
should be able to do that except him. His hands smoothered your skin, flying down your lower body to feel the outline of
your hips against his hold, mind completely turning numb at the sensul feelings you were casting upon him without much
work. Childe opened his mouth to say something to you, yet the only things that came out were incoherent words tumbling
from his throat and falling deaf to your ears, both far too captured in the moment within.
˖˚˳⊹
itto‘s teeth lazily pranced around your sensitive skin on your neck, tracing you from behind while your back was hard
against his chest, feeling his growing bulge on the natural plush of your ass. Your legs were intertwined with each other,
relishing in the intimacy while itto began to place soft kisses along your neck.
you could feel the hotness of his breath on you, only coaxing yet another moan out of your throat in which he replied with
a confident chuckle, adoring whenever you decided to become vocal with him. "You smell amazing." itto couldn‘t hide
the fat blush on his cheeks anymore, slowly biting down on your soft flesh before hollowing his cheeks, drawing out the
first hickey of yet many more to come. He won‘t stop now— you figured, the way he was nibbling on your skin was
making you push your ass back on his bulge, the man behind you letting out a whispery whine which turned into a shaky
moan. Your legs were closing at the sounds, pulling themselves together once itto pins you down further against his chest,
never faltering with his movements.
˖˚˳⊹
it always started like that before zhongli decided to fuck you. He‘d always nestle himself between your thighs to eat you
out properly and get you ready for him. Yet what he couldn‘t help himself but do was paint your thighs with soft n loving
hickies. He wouldn‘t want you to think he‘s possessive towards you or something, it‘s just a preference of his, or that‘s
what he‘s telling himself.
he‘s spreading you open further— so he‘d have a better view on the innerside of your legs, beginning with small pecks
before prying his tongue out to lick a straight line on the place he‘d decide to put the hickies on. His arms were strong
encircled around your legs now, pulling you closer before he nibbled harsher on the soft skin. Your eyes rolled back at the
feeling, cunt throbbing around nothing as you tried to wiggle yourself out of his hold to get him to kiss you on where you
wanted it the most. Yet zhongli only responded with a smirk, locking gazes before hollowing his cheeks to turn the skin
underneath his lips into a mark that would always remember you of the night the both of you shared together.
˖˚˳⊹
you panted out lightly into the silent room as diluc suckled on your neck as if it was the last thing he was supposed to do.
You shuddered at the burning ache as he put more strength behind his movements, now picking up on pace while
simultaneously running his hands down your stomach to place them right where you craved them the most.
diluc pulled away for a moment to look at the mess he made, a fair amount of hickies littered over your sensitive skin
turned his bulge harder than before, unconsciously humping the mattress underneath him when he retorted back at his
doings, his hand sliding in the waistband of your panties before beginning to finger your tight cunt. You were truly fucked
out already, without being even fucked in the first place, it's just the way diluc knew all your sweet spots and how to
exploit them to have you melt underneath his touches. "I need more." he's panting lowly, barely hearable, before biting
down on your neck, almost hard enough to draw blood. He couldn't truly remember the last time he was that needy for
you.
˖˚˳⊹
you wanted to kiss kaeya so much! yet he also made you feel so good right now, his lips truly were skilled around your
chest area, biting down lowly on your collarbone before advancing down to your perky breasts— that were very much in
need of some serious attention of the man above you. "you're doing so good for me." he's locking gazes with you for a
moment, kaeya wouldn't want to miss a sight of your flustered state, never ever would he miss it.
he didn't give you a chance to breathe either, your pants harsh once he suckled yet another hickey on the soft flesh of your
tits, playing with one of them while twirling the nipple in between his pointer and middle finger for additional pleasure.
Your eyes rolled back at the sensual feeling, arching your back against his hold before he licked a faint line around your
nipple, eyeing the spot right next to it for another hickey. "kaeya." the way you were whining out his name had him in a
chokehold, you were so fucking adorable right now, he's so in love with you it was almost unbearable to live through.
"What is it, darling?" he finished that sentence off with a wink, before going back to paint your body with his love bites
until every spot was coated with his smooches.

ও touch starved
˖˚˳⊹
your voice was quiet as you struggled against diluc‘s hold. You weren‘t quite sure on how long he was already playing
with that perfect cunt of yours, yet you of course didn‘t seem to mind! Since diluc was so busy all the time! resulting in
him having to take extra time off to even see you, not to mention that his natural desire to feel you against his touches was
becoming almost unbearable. Your dried juices were staining his cheeks sinfully as he avoided your gaze, swallowing
down thickly to taste you even further.
you‘re pursing your lips at the way his tongue was flicking over your sensitive bundle of nerves, humming gently around
your folds to encourage you to become louder. Diluc adored it whenever you‘d be extra vocal with him, his brow raising
when you whined out particularly hard at another flick of his tongue. He seemed so drunk, unable to get enough of you
once he looped his arms around your stomach to pull you closer, shifting a bit to reach deeper in you, tongue prodding
against your hole. "i‘m so close." you‘re whining, deep breathing as you stringed your thoat together, just wanting to tell
diluc how good he took care of you all the damn time. "Cum for me, love." his voice was light but with a deep undertone,
not to mention a hint of desire before he pushed his tongue past the wetness, tongue fucking and gradually bringing you to
your orgasm.
˖˚˳⊹
ayato wasn‘t able to breathe, it was as if the oxygen was pulled out of the room. The way you were nestled in between his
thighs to take care of him whenever he was needy for your touches was beyond belief. He‘s so thankful to you, it doesn‘t
happen often that the both of you were intimate with each other because of his tight schedule. You suckled on his tip, the
bitter taste of his pre-cum melting together with your spit, before taking him down further into your mouth and hollowing
your cheeks.
ayato lolled his head back at the feeling, watching you through his lashes as his hand found refuge in your hair, massaging
your scalp while eagerly gazing at the way you were giving him head. "darling." ayato was moaning out hard, hiding his
mouth with the back of his head to prevent himself from becoming any louder as you increased the pace on your
movements. At this point the mixture of saliva and cum was dribbling down your chin, he was so hot inside of your needy
mouth, reaching over to his balls to massage them in your hands. Your talented tongue was moving across his girth in the
process, ayato‘s mind threatening to turn blank as the knot in his stomach finally broke. He was so sensitive, so starved of
your touches, releasing himself in thick spurts deep inside your throat, spine arching lightly against your mouth and
breathing out lowly with a big grin on his face.
˖˚˳⊹
you exhaled sharply when kaeya bit down on your inner thigh, "you‘re so sensitive here." he‘s finishing it off with kissing
the same spot again, slipping his tongue from your leg to your throbbing cunt to kitty lick your glistering folds up and
down. You‘re stuttering once feeling him prod against your hole, tugging on kaeya‘s hair to pull him closer.
he‘s going deeper now, wasn‘t able to comprehend a single thing, it‘s been ages since he‘s been eating you out this
fucking nicely. Kaeya missed you like this, struggling under his touches as he pushed his tongue in and out your tight
cunt. Your legs began to shake around his head, cheeks heated as kaeya continued the abuse on your pussy, stomach
clenching in pleasure. He knew exactly how to drive you to the edge, quickly grabbing onto your hips to pull you closer,
making you ride his face now. Kaeya secretely adored whenever you were this bold, his bulge becoming harder at the
feeling of his nose nudging over your clit in fat strokes. You were so close now, his tongue delving into your cunt even
more when you finally came all over his tongue, yet kaeya wasn‘t able to stop. He missed eating you out so fucking much,
your taste was becoming addicting, his hands tracing over the natural curves of your body as you gradually met the
overstimulation that took place because of the man that was so comfortably nestled in between your legs.
˖˚˳⊹
xiao is so deep inside you now, he feels so warm and firm in your pussy, fat girth stretching you out to the hilt before
plunging himself harder into you. The way he was whining against the shell of your ear was driving you mad, looping
your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss made xiao throb in your cunt. The both of you were breathing fast, xiao
was so aroused by the way you were so wet for him already, slick coating his cock and running down his balls in thick
spurts.
you were so tight around him too, squeezing him while circling your legs around his body to push him harder into you, his
cock stretching you obscenely on how good xiao was fucking you right now. He needed more though, his left hand
holding yours securely while deepening the kiss the both of you shared in this very moment, hips grinding into you with
wet noises bouncing of the walls downright pornographically. You moaned out screaming when xiao slid his hand under
your body to lift your hips up, pulling almost completely out before bending down again to nestle himself deep in your
tight cunt, allowing himself to fuck you better with shallow thrusts. He‘s so lost, truly, xiao was aware he‘d grow addicted
to the feeling of your walls throbbing around him yet he couldn‘t stop, even if he tried to it was beyond him now.
˖˚˳⊹
albedo‘s eyes widen, his face flaming up greatly as you picked up on pace, your body currently straddling and riding him
silly so he‘d loosen up. He‘s been busy with work all day— as per usual, so it was only natural for you to make him feel
good and relax from all the difficulties he had to face today. Albedo moaned out at the hot sensation of you squeezing
around his girth, swallowing him whole as his sensitive tip brushed over your sweet spots.
you‘re moving towards his face for a moment to engage him in a heated kiss before brushing your lips over his cheeks,
"you‘re so good." the whisper tickling his ear as he stared over your wonderful facial features he so very much was going
crazy over. Albedo secretly adored it whenever you‘d praise him like this yet today it was almost unbearable, he‘s so
fucking needy for you he needed n wanted more. His grip on your hips tightened while he helped you up and down his
hard cock, crescent formed buds staining the soft flesh of your skin before you placed your hands on his chest for
additional support. He chewed on his lower lip when you moaned out his name screamingly, climax approaching the both
of you before you looked down on were your bodies connected, albedo‘s lower region coated with both his cum and your
slick as the both of you finally came against each other, staining you further. Your body collapsed on top of his, boobs
squished against his hard chest as you kissed him passionately, cum glistering as more oozed down your cunt.
˖˚˳⊹
you‘re moaning out zhongli‘s name softly, cute little nostrils flaring as your eyes scrunched shut from the feeling of his
thick cock burying into your cunt hard. Zhongli‘s half lidded eyes were meeting your own, he licked his lips at the natural
bounce of your tits whenever he thrusted into your heat. The wet sucking sound of your pussy holding his cock was
rolling off your ears so fucking sinfully, making you crave for more.
your folds were glistering with his pre-cum, leaving him slicker then before. Zhongli leaned down, keeping your burning
gaze before groaning out lowly against your puffy lips. He‘s kissing you now, starvingly, his musky scent filling your
nostrils as his hips grounded deeper into your messy hole, the fat vein on his girth grazing over your delicate walls was
making you see stars. Zhongli was almost breathless from the way he was fucking you, deep n harsh, without even
thinking of stopping anytime soon. "You‘re feeling amazing." he slurred at you in between harsh panting, chewing on his
lower lip before pulling back for a moment to retract his hips. Your legs were quick to be placed on his shoulders,
resulting in him now being able to reach deeper into you, leaving you breathless yet again. You spiraled into desire,
zhongli‘s hips stuttering on how tight you got as he grunted, strokes never faltering and finally spilling himself deep inside
you in thick white ribbons, your tummy feeling warm and cozy, craving for more.

ও we make a pretty good team
Chapter Notes
"we make a pretty good team." feat. childe : diluc : heizou : xiao (this is from my
prompt event I'm holding on tumblr rn)
childe was laughing while hovering over you, cock buried deep in your needy cunt before plunging deeper yet again, the
shockwaves pooling through every single vein of yours had you scrunch your eyes shut, " don't you think we make a
pretty good team? " he's saying that with a grin that was cradling on the corners of his lips, truly addictive and confident,
as he always was.
"shut up." you're whining against his body that was almost crushing you if It wasn't for ajax propping himself up a bit with
his arms. You'd curse him for all you care, he's so fucking annoying sometimes but you couldn't help it and get taken in by
his damned charms. Childe was very much aware that you were on the verge of climaxing around him now, gradually
picking up on pace and fucking your brains out while simultaneously admiring the mess he has made of you— eyes
scrunched shut, hair ruined and make-up smushed yet for him you were the probably most beautiful being on planet earth
right this second.
you're moving your body on top of diluc's throbbing cock, circling your hips while being full of his aching member. You
could feel him twitch inside of you, big and veiny, rubbing against your sweet spots and rushing through your velvety
walls without much thought. You're arching your back, head lolling back when diluc thrusted up yet again, locking gazes
once you looked down on the man— who was so very much struggling to keep still right now.
" who would've thought. " you're breaking off your sentence with whispery moans which were running down the walls
sinfully, " we make a pretty good team. " diluc responded with a hazy grin, fucked out expression coated all over his
facial features before pulling you down for a kiss, messy n lewd, just the way he secretly adored it. You're pushing your
tongue into his mouth eagerly while grinding yourself further into his cock. Diluc threw his arms around your body to keep
you close at all times before beginning to thrust up without a sign of haltering his movements anytime soon.
heizou‘s fingers were digging into the flesh of your thighs while his mouth devoured your pussy which was glistering with
both your juices and his saliva. His warmth alone was enough to make you whine against his hold. He‘s so rough with it,
sucking on your clit and hollowing his cheeks to taste your juices against his tongue.
you tugged on his hair, in a way heizou found it comforting while he was leaving open mouthed kisses with a soft sigh on
your pussy. You‘re smiling down on him as you opened your eyes, glaring at his eyes while heizou flashed you his
biggest smirk, " we make a pretty good team, huh? " he‘s biting down on his lower lip once seeing you roll your eyes at
his arrogantly voiced sentence, pushing his head back against your cunt which had him moan around you, vibrations
hitting every cell of your body, falling back against the mattress and getting comforted by the soft pillows underneath
you.
xiao‘s hard and leaking cock was in front of you all pretty, aching and practically begging for your touches. You were
currently kneeling down in front of him, firm hand stroking up and down his shaft to coax the first reaction out of the man
who was looking down at you, fists balled together to prevent himself from moaning.
"are you alright, xiao?" you‘re grinning at him, " don’t you think we make a pretty good team? " prying out your tongue
to lick around the head of his cock before sucking it into your mouth, swirling your wet muscle around his shaft to make
him properly ready for you. Xiao‘s eyes are snapping open, letting out a low groan from deep inside his throat before you
started to bob your head to take him deeper. He‘s struggling, warmth around his throbbing length making him see stars as
he‘s biting back yet another moan. "Close." xiao managed to whine out, cock tightening inside your mouth as his panting
grew faster. You‘re releasing his cock for a moment, "you‘re doing so good." you croon, gently prancing your fingers up
and down his thigh before taking him back in, gradually bringing him to an orgasm he deserved more than anything else.

ও don't push my buttons
Chapter Notes
"don‘t push my buttons." feat. childe : pantalone : scaramouche : ayato x fem! reader
this is from the prompt event I'm holding right now!
"you're a feisty one, aren't you?" he’s silent, childe is brushing his lips over your body, prodding his tongue out lightly to
slide it across your sensitive skin which was already quivering from his touch alone, " yet don't push my buttons, you here
me? " he's so angry right now, how dare you flirt with someone in front of him, not to mention so fucking bluntly, didn't
he taught you better than this?
"just flirting like that in front of my poor poor eyes." ajax is getting harsher now, his growing erection throbbing against
your cunt when he continued to rut himself against you. His mouth was brushing against your own, advancing forward to
bite down on your lower lip while pulling back again. Your breathing is hitched, panting mess underneath the man above
you. You could curse him, yet nothing escaped past your throat, unable to voice your annoyance. Childe was just way too
attractive right now, handsome and the biggest tease you know. In a way it was almost adventurous to get on his nerves
every now and then. You‘d never know how he‘d react since he‘s good at keeping his playful demeanor up. Yet today was
one of those rare days where ajax actually voiced his concerns, just desperately showing just how crazy is over you.
pantalone was hovering over your body like a mad man, examining your figure while tracing the soft curves of your hips.
You're slowly unraveling underneath him, much to your disliking. Truth be told you couldn't stand him, yet how was he
able to make you feel like this every single time. It always ended in the same way, meaning in you getting your brain
fucked out by him. It was almost embarrassing in a way, you weren't able to decipher the feeling you were holding onto
right now.
"don‘t do that anymore." he‘s silent, barely making his sentence hearable to your ears, "don‘t push my buttons ." you‘re
gulping out as he let go of the sentence with a click of his tongue. His body was now pressed hard on top of yours,
throbbing cock straining hard against his dresspants as he started to hump himself against your warmth with lewd snaps
forward of his body. Pantalone wasn‘t quite sure if you really deserved to be fucked by him right now, your obvious
brattiness could be quite a sweet treat to the man, yet even he had a line that shouldn‘t be crossed at all times— you were
very much aware of that. Your legs are rising up higher now so he‘d have a better opportunity to nestle himself
comfortably in your thighs, movements never faltering on your clothed pussy as he continued to get himself off to you.
scaramouche was guiding your head up and down his hard length— that was straining your throat with every thrust,
"don‘t." he‘s cutting off his sentence with his own harsh panting against you, " don‘t push my buttons , i‘m warning you."
he made sure that his voicing was threatening, deep and angry so you were aware that he wasn‘t in fact bluffing but taking
said sentence very serious.
you weren't expecting him to shower you with words of encouragements anyways, yet even you couldn't help yourself
and be a bit bratty when scaramouche wasn't exactly giving you much attention. You're picking up where you had left off
while he was sitting back, your hand tight on his shaft and stroking painfully slow circling movements whenever your
mouth would bob up his cock. You're hollowing your cheeks before pulling him back in, the vibrations of your faint
moans around his girth was making it hard for scaramouche to remain a stoic expression. He didn't want to smirk or
visualize that he was very much enjoying this right now, biting back yet another groan before thrusting his hips up your
mouth again, toes curling while his goosebumps rose up his skin from the sudden approach of his orgasm.
ayato pressed the tip of his tongue against your sobbing entrance— which was already coated with your sinful wetness.
He‘s truly lost in your taste, it‘s so gooey and sweet around his tongue, lapping up the slick that you gave him generously
while looking up at you through his lashes. Your whines were muffled by your hand, yet he could hear well enough to
know you‘re obviously enjoying yourself.
your moans grew louder but sharply stopped once ayato refrained from your warmth, crawling over your body until his
lips met your own, "stop doing that." his voice is hazy, yet it made you shiver slightly, digging your teeth against the plush
of your underlip, "what?" truth be told you were aware on what he was pointing out towards. You were really outdoing
yourself today, flirting with thoma in front of his eyes wasn‘t something you always did. Yet you figured, why not? it‘s
only fun to see the oh so stoic yashiro commissioner become furious at the sight. " don‘t push my buttons. " your
trembling thighs tensed up once ayato spread them open further, his dress pants becoming stained with your slick yet he
didn‘t care, only fantasizing about numerous ways to ruin you tonight. You‘re jerking your hips up after feeling his
erection push against your cunt, ayato couldn‘t help it but grin hazily at you because of your current desperate state, truly
nothing could beat this in his eyes.

ও riding him
˖˚˳⊹
you started off with slow grinding until you were satisfied with kazuha‘s moans and grunts, filthy words running out of
his mouth on how good you made him feel right now. Your hands were placed against his chest once you picked up on
pace, bringing your face closer to his to kiss him hungrily. You felt kazuha‘s hand on your hair, pulling you down harsher
as you let more of his cock into your tight cunt.
he twitched around you violently once kazuha cried out your name, the vibrations going straight through you as he helped
you up and down his throbbing member. "I‘m so close." kazuha‘s whining this sentence out, chewing onto his lower lip
before looping his arms around your waist to hold you closer, thrusting up your messy cunt in the process. You‘re panting
while hovering over him, kazuha‘s making your entire body convulse in ecstasy right now, looking up at you while
enjoying the facial expressions you made for him. He felt the knot deep in his gut break any moment now as he finally
shot his load in your cunt which was greedily swallowing up everything he gave you. Kazuha breathed out heavily,
bathing in his afterglow while you carefully ran your fingers down his chest, praising him for doing so well tonight.
˖˚˳⊹
heizou was clearly enjoying himself very much right now. He couldn‘t help it but flash you an obvious grin while you
were riding him so fucking nicely. Your breath was hitching whenever he‘d squeeze your hips while helping you up and
down faster. Your thighs were beginning to strain from doing almost all the work, it wasn‘t fair!
"you‘re doing so great." heizou was saying that with a breathy laugh, almost pseudo like, he absolutely adored seeing you
struggle because of his girth and couldn‘t stop looking at your fucked out expression. You were doing so good, grinding
yourself harder against his cock while also simultaneously rising up and down his length. Heizou swore he saw stars when
you thrusted particularly hard down on his cock, his grab on you became more powerful than before, now practically
pushing you up and down himself. At this point all you could really do was lay forward to get some sort of support,
hugging heizou tightly while he started thrusting up your heat, taking over your previous attempts in pleasuring you so
that it was him who was now taking the lead. Your eyes rolled back at the lewd noises of your juices oozing out of your
hole when you could feel your climax approach you any minute now.
˖˚˳⊹
you‘re going slow, pulling yourself on xiao to straddle him, throbbing cock underneath your warm cunt, your folds
dragging steadily over his length to coat him with your juices. You smiled at him— some sort of calming him down, he‘s
so anxious right now, doesn‘t know where to put his hands as you took them in yours and placed them on your hips.
you pushed forward before taking a hold of his cock, lining yourself up with it before gradually lowered your whole
weight on his aching length. Xiao is closing his eyes as they rolled back, spine arching into your heat before you placed
your hands on his chest, beginning now to move, circling your hips whenever he‘d be fully sheathed in you for additional
pleasure. Xiao‘s on cloud nine right now, fingers digging harsher into your hips as he tried his hardest not to pass out
from the shock waves that ran all over his body. His attention went to where your bodies met, looking at how your cunt
was sucking him in, his cum and your juices pooling down your hole and coating him thoroughly. He was so close, could
practically taste his release on his tongue as you picked up on pace, your body advancing forward so you‘d be flushed
with his own, catching his lips to kiss him lovingly. You wanted to make him feel good, picking up on pace as you already
dreamed about getting filled up with his seed.
˖˚˳⊹
itto opened his eyes to see your own which were filled with lust, staring right down at him. You lowered yourself to wrap
your arms around his neck, your cunt sucking him in before beginning to fuck yourself against his throbbing member.
He‘s already so fucking close, itto was already dreaming about cumming all deep inside you, cock twitching while being
enveloped in your walls.
your breathing is ragged, thighs beginning to strain before your thrusts faltered, the inevitable orgasm gradually coming
through. It‘s almost as if you encouraged itto to dig his fingers harsher against the soft flesh of your body. Not to mention
that you now proceeded to do something he was going fucking crazy over. You‘re propping yourself up with your arms,
fingers tracing over your stomach seductively until they hit your breasts, lazily circling your digits around your nipples
before pinching down on your aching tit. Itto‘s rolling his eyes back at the sight, crying out as he felt you clench around
his member while you rocked your hips back and forth his cock, walls hugging him tightly. "Oh fuck." hips finally jerking
up as his eyes scrunched shut, moaning out as his thick cum pooled inside of you. Itto was cumming so much, the hot
sensation filling your belly before you collapsed on top of him, mind turning hazy as the both of you came down from
your climax while being soaked with each others juices.
˖˚˳⊹
diluc‘s moan came out strangled as he heard you giggle at his flustered state, "you‘re doing so well." the way you were
voicing said sentence made multiple shivers run down his spine. You’re leaving soft smooches on his lips, grip on your
thighs tightening when the pecks turned into open mouthed kisses, heated and needy.
arousal flushed from through your cunt to all over his cock, staining him greatly while you lined yourself up with his
member, slowly lowering your whole body weight on him once diluc whined out heavily, biting down on his lower lip to
prevent himself from being any louder. It‘s almost embarrassing for him, the way he unraveled like this, you being the
only person who‘s able to make him succumb to those pleasures. Your cunt was swallowing him whole, hips circling up
and down as you smeared your arousal all over his lower region. "Darling." he‘s huffing out, sobbing as you dragged
yourself up and down his length, sucking in a deep breath before rolling your eyes back at the feeling of his tip remotely
hitting that one sweet spot of yours. The both of you are gone, honestly diluc could do this all day, getting used by you
might become an addiction.
˖˚˳⊹
cyno felt your bare body underneath his fingertips, you were feeling fragile almost even if it was you who was desperately
riding him silly. You‘re trying so hard right now! it was way too adorable in his eyes and he just couldn‘t get enough of it.
"i‘m so close." he‘s meeting your eyes again, hungry yet sweet, in combination with utter desire for you. Your eyes rolled
back at the feeling of his cock remotely hitting that one sweet spot of yours, grinding against him harder in the process.
cyno whined at the picked up pace, in one moment pulling your face down to meet your lips with his own, teeth crushing
against each other as your tongue fought with his. He‘s refraining for a moment, leaving open mouthed kisses along your
jaw and nipping on it with his teeth, both hands still holding for his dear life along your hips. Cyno was trying his hardest
to be of help for you, yet he was barely able to comprehend anything anymore. The complete ache in your lower region
was driving you insane, a moan falling from past your throat and running over the walls, hips bucking against his
throbbing cock again. "cyno, baby" you suddenly gasped, a hint of a growl accompanying your pleading voice as you
clenched onto his cock, collapsing on top of him as the both of you unraveled against each others warmth. Cyno‘s cock
was twitching violently inside of you, grazing with his fat vein over your walls before he released himself in thick white
spurts. The both of you were breathing out heavily against each other, still fondling with your bodies as you sighed out,
watching the dried up sweat on cyno‘s skin was having goosebumps running up your skin.

ও giving him a bj
˖˚˳⊹
ayato brushes his hand through your hair to encourage you to take him down further. He's so happy right now, his
precious baby was sucking him off so fucking nicely while being settled in between his shivering thighs. He adored the
way you would always try to take him deeper, your warm hand reaching over to play with his balls which you knew he
was going crazy for.
he felt his cheeks raise up with warmth once you looked up at him, with those beautiful eyes of yours, total adoration,
love and passion was filled in them and yet he couldn't get enough of you, too lost in the feeling of the way you were
pleasuring him in this very moment. You're circling your tongue around his shaft now, making sure to coat him thoroughly
with your saliva before bobbing your head up, hollowing your cheeks and almost completely letting go of his leaking
cock, the tip still remaining in your warm needy mouth was all it took for ayato to cum right about now, his seed filling
you up and running all down past your throat. And you took it so well, you always did, he was very much aware of that.
˖˚˳⊹
"fuck, more." cyno is whining right now, biting back on his cheeks before letting out an attractive moan that only
motivated you to go faster. He's rolling his eyes back at the movements on his cock, his toes curling once he's arching his
spine up at you. Cyno was so lost in the feeling that he didn't even realize on how deep you already had him in your
precious mouth.
you pulled him off you for a second to catch a breather, his eyes almost teary from the pleasure you were inflicted on the
man once you took him back inside, your skilled fingertips brushing up and down his thighs to somehow calm cyno down
yet his moans were simultaneously stirring you up with no intent of stopping. Him voicing his joy was one of your weak
spots, you fucking worshipped it almost. Your hand was now traveling down to where you needed it the most, your
shivering needy cunt that couldn't wait any longer to get pleasured by cyno later, you just had to do it yourself. Hiking
your digits up your waistband to play with yourself was making him almost cry out, this sinful sight would almost throw
him completely over the edge, grabbing onto the disheveled bedsheets next to him to welcome his orgasm.
˖˚˳⊹
you're looking up to your boyfriend while you're kitty licking his slit, batting with your eyelashes whilechilde was
admiring the mess you made on not only yourself, but his pants as well. How was he supposed to continue to work
afterwards? In all honesty he didn't care in the slightest, because this was very much worth it in his eyes.
because what's better than having his priceless little darling kneeling in front of him while he was all comfortably sitting
on his leather chair, head lolling back every now and then when you sucked particularly hard on his cock, saliva pooling
down the sides of your mouth and staining your chin before he's pulling out of you for a moment. Short confusion was
turned into a breathy laughter once ajax swiped his thumb over the corners of your lips before pushing his cum back where
he thought it belonged the most, in your mouth. He's grinning at you now, with that infamous grin of his, you're wrapping
your hand around his shaft before speeding up your movements again, taking him by surprise. He's throwing his head
back, multiple goosebumps running down his body as he could feel the deep knot in his stomach embrace into full
pleasure.
˖˚˳⊹
surprising zhongli with going down on him was always a challenge at first. Not only did he prefer to give pleasure to you,
but he was just so big you were concerned if he even was able to fit in your mouth. But then you remember the tiny little
words he'd always voice to you, once seeing your expression, 'you're made for me, of course it'll fit, darling', alone hearing
said sentence yet again was making your thighs shiver and clench together to feel some pleasure yourself which he will
always gracefully give to you.
he's closing his eyes shut, feeling his release crawl up his body when you're taking him deeper, your eyes teary from trying
oh so hard to please him was always making zhongli bite back on his lower lip, it was so arousing in his eyes, he wasn't
sure if he'd ever say it to you, not wanting to cause any discomfort. Yet once you let his leaking tip prod against your
throat he wasn't able to contain himself anymore, hands finding refuge against your head to pull you down, bucking his
hips forward in the process. You're gasping at the feeling, moaning and whining around his shaft sent shockwaves all
through his veins. You relaxed your jaw and breathed through your nose as he began to move in a steady pace, soon after
you could already feel the familiar liquid coat you with thick spurts of white, and archons, the way it warmed up your
belly was making you crave him even more and zhongli knew, he always did after all.
˖˚˳⊹ -
"go slow." al haitham's voice was like a fresh breath of air, almost a whisper if anything. Your stomach was filled with
butterflies once hearing it ring through your ears. You're nodding in response, parting your mouth lightly before gently
licking from his balls up to his tip, coating him with your saliva while your eyes never stopped gazing up to him.
the way he was almost instructing you to suck him off was making you go insane, you loved whenever he told you on
how exactly to pleasure him. Your newfound confidence was running through your veins before you popped his tip in
your mouth, circling your warm tongue around it before your spit melted together with his salty pre-cum.
his taste was accompanied by slight bitterness you didn't mind, continuing to take him deeper into your mouth until you
reached your limits. "does it hurt?" he's asking out of concern, never wanting to inflict any discomfort on you. Al haitham
is taking your cheek in his hand before locking gazes with you again, you're shaking your head to assure him you're fine
before moving up and down, his hand guiding you as he moaned out sharply through gritted teeth, licking his lips at the
wonderful sensation of pleasure he was experiencing right now, from the only person he so very much is going crazy
over.
˖˚˳⊹
tighnari doesn't have much time, he's always busy and on the go, that's why he appreciates it even more when you're here
whenever he's in dire need of some relaxation and release of his natural lust. He always watches you intently whenever
you go down on him, starting to thrust his hips softly before you picked up on pace yourself, never forgetting to circle
your tongue around his shaft whenever you'd have him in completely.
"touch yourself for me." he's demanding, in all honesty tighnari very much needed this right now, it's been far too long
since the both of you did any sexual things together and you knew how much he adored seeing you pleasure yourself.
You're quick to follow, guiding one of your hands down past your waistband while the other one was massaging his balls
for additional support.
you went in slow strokes, gently rubbing circles around your bundle of nerves before reaching to your hole to collect
some of its wetness. Now with the way you were sucking him off additionally with your tiny moans and whimpers around
his girth, tighnari could feel himself come close to his release. The way his body would vibrate whenever you'd wince
around his cock was almost unbearable. Finally feeling his orgasm wreck over him: he shivered violently around you,
holding his hands against the chair he was sitting on before releasing his seed deep in your mouth, letting you taste him
even more and yet you couldn't get enough still. Knowing that tighnari might take off from work today.

ও face sitting
˖˚˳⊹
a tickling caress crawls up your whole body as kazuha desperately tasted your juices on his needy tongue. You're so
comfortable right now, sitting on his face so fucking nicely, his nose nudging ever so slightly against your puffy bundle of
nerves before he's proceeding to prod the tip of his tongue against your hole now, knowing far too well on how to get you
over the edge.
you're releasing a shuddered moan around him, hands flying towards kazuha's head to hide your fingers into his unruly
hair, tugging on it whenever he'd pick up on pace so you'd hold your balance. Your legs were beginning to strain from all
the moving around, stopping to ride his tongue was yet the very last thing you'd do, far to gone in the feeling of the wet
squishy muscle that was licking up all your precious juices. Kazuha adored your taste, how it melted together with it spit
and combined you both to one, it was so lewd yet passionate, by far the most intimate affection in his eyes.
˖˚˳⊹
twining your needy fingers into diluc's vibrant red hair was something you always did whenever he'd want you to face
ride him. Your hips were rocking down to meet his swollen lips, developing an even further connection between the both
of you as you felt yourself get wetter at both your juices pooling down your hole and diluc's saliva melting into it.
a warm huff of breath was crawling over your sensitive skin as you yanked into his mouth at the reaction, throwing your
head back in ecstasy before voicing yet another strangled moan. Diluc's eyes were shining, gleaming towards you before
scrunching them shut to relish in your delicate juices. "you're so good at this." the praise you were sending right to his ears
was surely getting to his head, coaxing him on to flick his tongue faster into your heat while his digits pressed further into
the soft of your skin. "your taste is addicting, darling." he's mumbling against your glistering folds, your eyes rolling back
now and welcoming the orgasm that suddenly washed over you in shockwaves.
˖˚˳⊹
heizou felt himself melt into his role more with each flick of his tongue around your puffy folds, mumbling yet another
lewd praise before prodding the tip on your hole, tasting the juices you gave him so generously. You feel his hands tighten
on you as he squeezed at the softness of your ass, keeping you still so he could properly work.
you roll your eyes back when he circled his tongue around the gooey substance, a breathy moan leaving his lips had
shockwaves rush over you in fast moves. H e'd always experiment with new positions to slide his tongue around, yet
always making sure to reach every single sweet spot he knew you adored. Heizou's memories never failed him, he was
pretty confident in his abilities and was always aware on what to do to bring you towards the edge of releasing. And
archons, did he love whenever you climaxed on his face, thighs shaking violently around his head and staining his cheeks
and chin, even if he tried to swallow up everything you gave him he'd still be unable to do so, yet he didn't mind, actually
preferred it messy if he was being honest.

ও birthday gift
˖˚˳⊹
childe kneeled in between your legs to be able to move closer to your stomach, pampering your precious skin with open
mouthed kisses and ever so lightly squeezing the soft flesh of your body teasingly. "everything for my birthday baby." he's
smiling now, gaze locking into yours as he licked a straight like from your lower stomach until it hit right above your
throbbing heat.
"I'm going to make sure you remember this day forever." his chuckle was deep and almost menacing, you could hear how
serious he was about that particular sentence, his eyes gleaming sinfully, slowly hooking his slender fingers into the elastic
of your pants to completely pull them down before dipping his head into your welcoming cunt. He was spreading your
folds open to flatten his tongue right on top of it, tasting your sweet and addictive juices for the first time that night and
archons, ajax could've come undone just now, the slightest pressure around his member would be enough, your slick way
too goey and tasty on his wet muscle, he truly couldn't help himself.
˖˚˳⊹
ayato was making sure that he was completely free of his duties during this special day, it's worth to mention that he was
spoiling you quite hard with presents as well, didn't know if you'd like this over that, meaning he ended up buying
everything he thought would look suitable and nice on you.
but when it was finally night, he was showing a completely different side. His fingers were intertwined with yours now as
he was messily thrusting into your cunt, that was squeezing him in further the messier it got. Ayato's face hid in the crook
of your neck, his eyes scrunched shut as he took a deep breath to concentrate on the pleasure you both inflicted on each
other. "happy birthday." he's smirking against your skin, "happy birthday my precious darling." for a second he stilled his
thrusts, remaining deep inside your cunt without actually moving, face retorting back to your gaze, cupping your cheeks to
swipe his thumb over your puffy lips that were still swollen from the heated make out session prior, "I love you."
˖˚˳⊹
diluc planned ahead of your birthday, preparing a dinner for the both of you before he'd give you a present he thought
you'd love. He was a great listener after all, he knew what kind of things you adored and what you seemingly disliked
after frequently spending time with you. What diluc did not expect was for the both of you to be unable to keep your
hands away from each other, barely being capable of getting to the bedroom before he lightly pushed you back, so you'd
plop on the soft mattress engulfed in the freshly scented sheets.
he's quick to take off his jacket before crawling on top of you, peppering your shivering skin with soft and tender love
bites. Looking into diluc's eyes you could see the adoration and love he held for you, his body now completely on top of
you before he lowered his face to capture you in a passionate kiss. "I hope you enjoyed your birthday today." he's
breaking off the kiss for a moment, nudging your nose with his, "I'm still not done with my presents." you weren't used to
diluc actually being so confident in his words when it came to intimacy, yet once he closed the gap between the both of
you again you could certainly feel his semi erect bulge against your throbbing clit waiting for entrance.
˖˚˳⊹
tighnari couldn't concentrate on anything else than grinding himself deeper into your hole that was oozing out with your
slick, coating his girth thoroughly without a care in the world. It was difficult to tell what tighnari was thinking, he was
incredibly close to you, meaning you were able to see every feature that decorated his already beautiful face.
whenever your lips would touch lightly in the heat of the moment, your whole body trembled, desire burning through your
veins as you looped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer into your embrace. "it seems you enjoy your birthday
quite a lot." tighnari broke the kiss off with a low moan, saying in between harsh breathing, lips inches away from one
another as he remained like that for a moment, as if he was waiting for an answer from you. "very." you're smiling at him
while never breaking your gazes, you could see how happy he was with your response. He pulled his cock out almost
completely, still leaving the tip before snapping right back into you, hands hooking up on your knees to push your legs up
lightly, pace increasing with every gasp coming from your precious throat.
˖˚˳⊹
it almost seemed as if itto was even more nervous than you, he wanted to make this already special day even better than
your previous birthdays. Though most plans he prepared in advance went down south but of course you were still entirely
grateful for itto even trying to pull something together. "today's so special." he was voicing calmly for once while
brushing his thumb over your cheek, pulling you into a kiss and acting like his fuck ups prior didn't happen.
"i wanted to make it perfect." he wasn't quite sure what had gotten into him once his grip on your hips grew tighter, "let
me show you." breaking off the kiss to look into your eyes, " just how special you are." The next scenes were almost like a
hazy thought, clothes falling onto the floor with messy and lewd kisses accompanying them until you were spread out on
the bed only for his eyes to witness. Itto was always careful with you at first, making sure you're properly wet so his fat
cock could actually slip easier inside of you, but once he was eating you out for hours you just couldn't wait anymore.
"itto, please." you're whining, twisting and turning around his hold as he looked up at you, "just one more, it's your
birthday after all." grinning with that one infamous smile of his.
˖˚˳⊹
"were you enjoying your birthday today, darling?" zhongli couldn't restrain himself and flashed you with a precious yet
intriguing grin painted across the corners of his lips. He's got you spread out for him, your body bare and covered with
goosebumps from his sensual touches around the soft flesh of your skin. "very much." you were trying your hardest to
voice an answer and were relieved that you somehow managed to do exactly that.
"I'm glad." he's smiling, lightly biting down on his lower lip before his hands ran down your thighs, placing them on your
knees and gently pushing them against your body. He's so close now, the tip of his cock brushing over your tight hole
who just couldn't take all the teasing anymore. "please." you're gasping for air, spine arching upwards to welcome him
further before he finally slid himself into you. He was slow and cautious, being aware of his length, the last thing zhongli
wanted to do was hurt you or go too fast yet once you circled your arms around his neck to pull him closer, he couldn't
help it but let out a beautiful low chuckle, very much adoring it when you were blunt about certain things. His throbbing
cock was pulsating in your walls yet zhongli didn't move, it was perfect like that he figured, engulfed by your tight cunt
while having you in his embrace. truly perfect in his eyes.

ও they tease you
˖˚˳⊹
"come on baby, you can take it." kaeya truly was a fucking menace sometimes. Yet he couldn‘t help himself, teasing and
making you crave for more was terribly addicting to him. The thought alone made you tremble, his fingers now slowly
tracing soft circles on your lovely skin which was covered with a faint layer of sweat.
"what if i-" stopping himself mid sentence, a breathy chuckle making it‘s way over his lips as his hands gradually
advanced towards your aching heat, "do this again." your back arched at the sensation as kaeya pushed down on your clit
with his thumb, coaxing out yet another sinful moan from you. "thought so." he‘s clicking his tongue, fixed on your lewd
face as his movements continued, stirring a fire deep inside you. You‘re retracting your hips so he‘d be able to pleasure
you better, your eyes scrunched shut as you bit down on your lower lip hard, desperately trying to hide your moans. Kaeya
was watching you intensely, his eyes widening at your every move as he replaced his thumb with his pointer and middle
finger, rubbing up and down your clit while asking himself if he had teased you enough already.
˖˚˳⊹
ajax was teasing you for hours now, his lips brushing over your heat but never touching you once. He‘s blowing cold air
on your throbbing folds, intensely watching how your facial expression changed at his skilled movements. You‘re
attempting to close your legs around his head yet his arms were quick to catch you mid way.
you‘re whining at him, pouting your lower lip all adoringly and not to mention desperately at the man that was so very
much comfortably nestled in between your shaking thighs. "Not yet." he‘s smiling, yet childe‘s smile didn‘t appear sincere
in the slightest. It was as if he was planning to continue this torture on you until he was satisfied. "please." your voice is
hazy, tired and needy. You couldn‘t remember the last time he was that mean to you! your hips were uncontiously
bucking up in an attempt to reach his lips when childe lightly slapped your thigh, "be good." you couldn‘t quite place the
tone of his voice, almost menacing, his pointer finger now placed right above your clit before advancing down to draw
painfully slow circles around your bundle of nerves, "is that what you wanted?" his question apathetic, gaze never leaving
yours, "just leave it to me now, i gotchu."
˖˚˳⊹
sometimes, zhongli didn‘t even realise he was actually teasing you for all its worth. It‘s just the way he was intimate with
you, for him it‘s all about making you feel good but even he couldn‘t help himself but turn you into a whining mess just
from his cock alone.
he was big, you were very much aware of that fact, yet when he suddenly stilled his movements while being balls deep
inside of your cunt, your eyes rolled back at the addicting feeling of his girth stretching your tight hole open. "please
move." you‘re begging him, his head nestled in the crook of your neck without wasting a thought on thrusting up into your
heat again. "This feels quite lovely, don‘t you think?" his sentence felt sincere, as if he really wasn‘t aware that the ache
in your lower region was gradually increasing. You‘re scrunching your eyes shut, throwing your arms around his neck
while trying to circle your hips while being full of him. Zhongli didn‘t seem to like your little act and placed one of his
hands right on top of your lower stomach to push you down into the mattress, "stay like this." his eyes are gleaming with
desire, love and passion, you‘re gulping at his words, nodding at him while trying your best to keep your composure.
˖˚˳⊹
he truly was a natural at this, there was nothing better to kazuha than taking his time to properly worship your body.
You‘re his, only his, so of course he needs to make sure you‘re aware of that fact. He adores taking his time with you,
pushing his hardened cock inside your tight cunt before pulling right back out.
the feeling of your shaking walls trying so desperately to suck him in even after he has pulled out was to die for, your hole
fluttering around nothing and seeking for pleasure again. You feel so empty without kazuha inside of you, "just one more
time." he‘s whining, truth be told he wasn‘t sure how long he‘d be able to keep on going like this, his hand lazily stroking
his shaft before pushing his tip right back in. Your spine was arching against him, making it easier for kazuha to fill you
up before he was completely buried inside of you again. "Kazuha." your voice was silent, barely a whisper as the man
above you smiled lovingly at your overstimulated state. "Are you alright?" he‘s slowly closing the gap between the both
of you, kissing the tip of your nose before placing his soft lips on top of yours. You‘re whining into the kiss, hands
digging into his biceps before kazuha pulled out again, "lets go again, okay?"
˖˚˳⊹
the sound of the fireplace was flying over your ears, adding to the arousing feeling of your precious body which was
hidden underneath diluc‘s figure. He has you caged in between his arms, his rough tongue running up and down your
collarbone before biting down sensually.
"your smell is addicting." you could feel him grin on your skin, one of his hands prancing over your shaking body before
cupping your heat, yet not moving an inch. You‘re a whining mess without diluc even doing anything, eagerly waiting for
him to finally pleasure you just like you deserved! "you‘re so warm there." he‘s circling and teasing your little slit with his
pointer finger now, lips inches away from one another as diluc remained his gaze on you. "i need you." your voice was
breathy, in a way it was almost embarrassing on how wet you got from him merely touching you for a few minutes. "you
have me." his response made a shiver run down your spine, his eyes were half lidded, lips carved up into a smile as his
pointer finger prodded against your tight hole, digit coated with a generous amount of your juices. Your toes were curling
at his skilled touches, eyes scrunching shut as diluc finally filled you up, letting his finger get pulled in by your warmth.
"How are we feeling now, darling?"

ও praising you
˖˚˳⊹
praising you for all kinds of things was diluc‘s favorite love language. He‘s so in love with you, can barely contain
himself when you‘re straddling him, hands resting on top of his shoulders while you‘re slowly grinding yourself down on
his growing bulge. His breath was warm against your neck, resulting in a shiver running down your spine from his small
antics.
"you‘re beautiful." he‘s musing your way, eyes half lidded and watching you through his lashes. Diluc‘s warm hands are
prancing over your figure, soon resting on top of your hips to push you down onto his throbbing bulge. "you‘re so good at
this, you know?" his voice was hazy, his lips forming into a grin when he noticed your eager expression, so eager to please
him. His thumbs were rubbing circles over your soft skin, your clit working against his bulge as he let out a low moan,
thoroughly enjoying you loosening up against his hold. You retracted yourself up his thigh a bit, head thrown back in
ecstasy, eyes scrunched shut and lips slightly agape as you desperately gasped for air. "you‘re doing such a great job for
me." diluc‘s voice breaks, shivering as you gradually brought the both of you to your very much deserved climax.
˖˚˳⊹
xiao was whimpering against the shell of your ear, "you’re unreal." his voice was barely a whisper, only hearable for you
as his mind went utterly blank only to be refilled with lust and passion. Your body was shaking underneath him, arms
wrapped around him tightly while he‘s snapping his hips forward into your heat.
"you feel.“ his sentence breaks in two, a low moan from deep inside him rolled off the walls, "you feel amazing." your
head lolls back on the pillow at his intimate words, your legs spreading wider for him to properly nestle in between as his
pace increased. Xiao was lost in the feeling of fucking you silly, lost in your warm walls grabbing him and sucking him in
tightly. Your cunt was throbbing at his failed attempts to accommodate his girthy length into you. "i‘m becoming addicted
to you." xiao‘s voice was almost unrecognizable, it was higher pitched while his eyes had a sprinkle of lust in them. Your
legs wrapped around his body to have xiao‘s warmth engraved in your skin, moments like these truly were one of a kind to
the both of you.
˖˚˳⊹
zhongli layed in between your legs while his tongue toyed with your clit. Your thighs were shivering around his ears
which only coaxed him on to continue and go faster around your sweet bundle of nerves. A sheen layer of sweat was
glistening along your body from the immense thrill he inflicted on your figure before he looked up at you for a moment.
"your taste might be my favorite, love." he pulled his tongue away from your heat. Your slick— which covered his mouth
and glistered over his chin made the situation unexpectedly hotter for you in a way you weren‘t quite able to decipher,
even if you were to try your hardest. Your hands tugged at his unruly hair with lust written all across your glassy eyes.
"you‘re so addictive, it‘s beyond real." he murmured softly, his words felt like a warm hug to you, his tongue digging in
between your puffy folds to taste you further as you started to lightly grind your hips on his face. "let me give you what
you deserve." zhongli‘s smiling at you now, his nose nudging your clit and adding to your pleasure. He traced his
fingertips over your lower stomach to tease your frame, looking up through his lashes as he continued to ravish you to
somehow satiate his hunger for you.
˖˚˳⊹
"you look so fucking hot stuffed full with my cock." childe‘s smiling a little, his grin faintly painted on his lips as he
helped you bob up and down his throbbing member. He‘s so sensitive right now, yet ajax‘s trying to compose himself,
chewing on his cheeks to prevent himself from moaning even though he knew you adored whenever he was vocal with
you.
the burn in your jaw was more prominant than most of the time, your tongue swirling over his shaft and rubbing against
his thick vein expertly. Ajax is throwing his head back at the feeling, "fuck you’re perfect for me." arching his spine into
your mouth until his tip was grazing over your throat. You sigh into his thick cock, your lips perfectly wrapped around his
shaft while you‘re scrunching your eyes shut to properly feel him in your throat. Childe chuckles at the way you were
struggling, his digits running through your hair and tugging it ever so often when he‘s starting to throat fuck you. His
thrusts slow and easy, somehow lazy yet steady. His grip on you was getting tighter, you made sure that you relaxed your
jaw whenever he’d push himself back in. He‘s cupping the side of your face now while a thumb pets your cheek in the
process, your fucked out features encouraging him to go deeper until he‘s finally spilling himself deep down your throat,
continuing to shower you with praises afterwards.
˖˚˳⊹
"come on baby, you‘ll get there." ayato‘s so close right now, his body was heavy on your own as he snapped his hips
forward into your heat. His cock was hard n heavy grazing through your walls while getting sucked in by you with every
thrust. You could feel him twitch inside of you, your legs circled around his hips to hold him close.
"Take your time, you‘re doing amazing." his voice was hazy, in between harsh breathing, one of his hands was placed on
your hips for some support while the other one was lazily stroking your hair back, nudging your forehead with his nose
before increasing the pace he was going for. "you‘re doing so great for me, you know that?" you could hear those sweet
words all day, it made you feel all warm inside, your tight cunt holding him close and gushing around his shaft while
you‘re throwing your head back from the immense pleasure you were currently experiencing. Your legs were shivering,
muscles strained as ayato realised on how close you really were. He moved down to capture your lips in his own, pushing
his tongue into your mouth with saliva melting into each other, your climax— that was building up heavily deep inside
your gut finally releasing at the same time as he filled you up with his seed, warm ribbons of white coating you in thick
spurts. The both of you are gasping for air now, relaxing in your afterglow as the sweet praises from ayato continued to fill
your stomach with sweet butterflies.

ও angry sex
˖˚˳⊹
the mere thought of you made dottore furious, brows narrowed all annoyingly, the way you‘d always talk back at him
without even trying to hide the disgust you felt towards his person. If there was something dottore hated the most it was
when his ego somehow got insulted in any way and form which you managed to achieve every damn time.
he smirks as his cock painfully slowly disappeared in your tight cunt, cursing underneath his breath. Fuck, what was he
doing right now, how can you be so annoying but hot at the same time. His cock was spasming inside of you, your cunt
clenching around his girth and sucking him in for all it‘s worth when you moaned at a particularly harsh thrust. "Why can
you never shut up, huh?" he spat, your mind was hazy yet you still dared to roll your eyes at him again, his face turning
blood red at the sight, "oh my." dottore‘s voicing in between hard breathing, pressing his cock deeper into your cunt to
coax another whine from you, "how long until you break?" he murmurs against your ear, his hips increasing in pace as
you wrapped your legs around his body, holding him close and cursing yourself underneath your breath again.
˖˚˳⊹
childe huffed out as you lowered yourself on his cock, your brows narrowed in annoyance at the way he was inspecting
your body. "oh come on." he‘s grinning, ajax knew you were thoroughly enjoying this right now, just as much as he was,
"don‘t act like you don‘t crave this as much as i do."
you were quick to roll your eyes at him, "i don‘t." you hurled, and before ajax could answer with the comback he made up
in his mind, you already snapped your hips forward, catching him off guard as you set for a fast pace on his cock. You
tensed up, muscles shuddering as he grabbed on your thighs harsher, digits digging into the soft flesh of your skin to
brand you with his nails. Ajax thrusted upwards which caused you to collapse on top of him, his hips never stuttering as
you moved down to engage him in a kiss, your tongue circling around his as you whined into his mouth at his cock
grazing over your sensitive walls. He knew exactly what he did to you, ajax wanted you to remember this particular night
forever, the night he fucked you dumb even though you so very much hated him as you always stated for some reason.
˖˚˳⊹
"what was that about, huh?" scaramouche was angry, furious even, fisting his cock in front of your glistering folds before
sliding his tip in between them to use your juices as a natural lubricant, never leaving your gaze once to see and feel your
expression.
you‘ve been a literal brat to him all day, adored pissing him off as well. The both of you hated each other so why did it
always end this way— with you being spread naked on his bed, legs wide open for him to look at your sobbing pussy.
"you can be such a brat, but what about now?" his tone was dark, uneven and hoarse. Scaramouche clicked his tongue at
your response which was nothing more than whines and whimpers, his cock finally pushing past your tight hole to fill you
up completely. You arched your spine at the intrusion, legs springing into the air to wrap around his body as he set for a
fast pace, movements never faltering on you as his arms looped around you to hold you close. You‘re a handful and he
hated you, for some reason he still had a soft spot for you, yet couldn‘t quite decipher on to why.
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ও cumming inside
˖˚˳⊹
cyno felt like he truly was in heaven right now, the mere thought alone of coming undone deep inside of you was to die
for. He‘s nervous, very much so, slowly licking his lips in concentration before pushing himself forward into your cunt,
letting your warmth hug him deeply.
his eyes got blurry, the intense feeling of you spasming around him made cyno more sensitive then he himself ever
thought he‘d get, muscles tensing against your touches. In a way it was embarrassing to him, letting his guard down in
front of another person was something he never wanted to do, yet you weren‘t just anyone, he trusted you, a lot. His arms
circled around your body to keep you close, hips following a skilled rhythm before feeling his climax approach. He‘s
biting back another moan, a chant of curses following from underneath his breath as he spilled himself into your tight
cunt, throwing his head back as he felt you clench around him, signaling your upcoming climax which had cyno turn into
a mess. You could feel his warm seed dwell in you, it made you all cozy on the inside as well, relishing in your afterglow
with cyno enveloped in your arms.
˖˚˳⊹
dottore‘s brows were slightly narrowed in concentration, his tip pushed out of your cunt before he‘s carefully snapping his
hips forward again until he was fully sheathed in you. You‘re so warm, so comfortable and you felt like home, his body
losing all the tension it held onto throughout the day.
"fuck." his voice was low, coming from deep inside him as he circled his hips which had you screaming for more. His
skilled movements were a death sentence, your fucked out expression decorated all over your facial features before you
pulled him close for a kiss— which he very much welcomed. There was just something so intimate about spilling himself
inside of your cunt, the way your bodies would melt into each other and the possibility in getting you pregnant with his
child was meszmerizing in dottore‘s eyes, pace increasing. You‘re shivering, body covered in goosebumps as your orgasm
reached you in heavy shocks, walls clenching down around his girth before you moaned out beautifully only for his ears to
hear. Those sounds were music to dottore, his climax following as he finally released himself in thick spurts, his cum
gushing out of your fluttering hole and making a mess on the bedsheets.
˖˚˳⊹
diluc wouldn‘t change this moment with another one in a million years— bodies covered in sweat n perspiration, his hair
strands sticking to his forehead as he smiled deeply at your figure. You were always so good to him and letting him cum
inside of you! he‘s truly blessed, he figured.
"you‘re beautiful." his breathing was low against the shell of your ear, hips stuttering with every thrust as a response of his
immense sensitivity. Your eyes were scrunched shut with your lashes coated in tears. He was so big inside of you, veins
grazing over your delicate walls like sharp nails as you arched your spine into him to somehow follow his thrusts. Diluc‘s
grin was wide at your desperate attempts to help him— adorable in his eyes. "i‘m close." you‘re whining, twisting and
turning under his brought figure as he kissed the tip of your nose sensually, "i know." voicing in between hard panting, "i
can feel you suck me in." you were trying your best to respond to him yet all that really escaped from past your lips were
incoherent words of encouragement as the both of you came undone at the same time. Diluc‘s seed painting your walls
with white ribbons as it spilled out of your hole again.
˖˚˳⊹
xiao‘s body was tensed up, his cock buried inside of your tight hole while you were riding him silly into the mattress. His
hands were branding your hips with his nails, moving you back and forth his member as he thrusted upwards to feel you
even better.
you could barely breathe from the way xiao would always take control of the situation, without him realising that is. You
moved your hands from his chest to hid face to cup him, pulling yourself down to engage xiao into a heated kiss which
soon after turned into a lewd make out session. It was more teeth and tongue, spit coating your lips messily as you lazily
grinded down his cock. "you‘re close, right?" you‘re pointing out, xiao‘s face covered in redness at your lewd words,
throat bobbing at a hard swallow. Your grip on his tightened, increasing your pace before xiao finally released himself in
thick spurts, covering your walls with white. Your eyes widened at the feeling, becoming blurry from the sensitivity you
went through this very moment as you collapsed on top of him, bathing in each others afterglow. You slightly retracted
your hips as his cock flew out of your cunt, his seed pooling down your legs, connecting the both of you further.
˖˚˳⊹
kazuha always kissed you hard until the both of you were panting and shivering around each others touches. You bit
down on your whimper, the man above you remotely pushing himself inside of your sobbing cunt before kissing you
again, hungrier than before.
"i love you." your eyes widened at his cute confession, cupping his cheeks as ressurance, signaling him your response
without an actual sentence. His pace quickened as you tensed up underneath his body, legs tightly wrapped around his
figure to meet his thrusts. Your toes curled up as kazuha retracted his hips to hit that one sweet spot of yours, knowing
very well you adored whenever he fucked you like that. He watched you intently, pulling your hips back before pushing
you back against his cock again, your walls spasming around his girth. "was that too much?" his voice was hoarse, a grin
displayed on his lips as he looked at you sweetly. You could never resist him, body tensing up, experimentaly rolling
your hips when your brows furrowed, the both of you panting and nearing your orgasm. "cum inside of me." you told him,
almost demanded it with kazuha naturally obliging your order, burying himself to the hilt before spilling himself inside of
your hole, radiating his warmth throughout your whole body. You‘re arching your back at the tenderness, hugging kazuha
to keep him close without him pulling out of you.

ও you're mean + brat taming
Chapter Summary
୨୧ you're mean to them + brat taming feat. al-haitham : ayato : dottore : cyno :
scaramouche : childe x fem! reader
"tell me," al-haitham said in a low, guttural way, ignoring your whimpers as he drew sloppy
circles around your aching clit. "i'm curious, how come you can be such a brat sometimes." you
didn't respond, for once, not knowing what to say as a comeback. He could feel how stiff your
body got, from telling him to shut up to now laying underneath his broad figure, squirming. You
gasped out as he slipped one finger in, slowly pushing it back and forth your tight cunt before
burying himself further.
al-haitham noticed that you got even wetter than before when you climbed on top of him, teasing
the living hell out of the man before pissing him off, pulling away to leave him hard, painfully so.
Was it revenge, because he always teased you as well? if so, you should've been aware of the fact
that he'd manage to win those little games every damn time. You roll your back into him, grinding
your hips into his finger as he slipped another one in, splitting your hole open. Al-haitham expected
you to tell him to shut up, yet you didn't speak to him, nor look at him, still clearly pissed off.
you suddenly gasped in surprise, a moan breaking in your throat as he pulled his fingers away, your
gaze shifted to him, dropping to his face with your brows knitted together. "hey!" you spat, in a
tone that al-haitham surprisingly found adorable, "oh, so now you're talking?" he smirks at you,
incredibly amused by you as he drew himself closer to your body, his hand continuing to roam over
your heat before prodding on your hole again. "fuck." you huffed out, reaching out to his hand to
guide him into you with him obliging to your pleas. "sorry for being a brat." you suddenly muttered
with him raising an eyebrow at you, not buying it but hauling himself over your body to kiss you
regardless.
"who taught you to talk like that?" ayato placed his hand on top of his chest, acting all dramatic
with his eyes showing a sprinkle of humor in them. You huffed out, annoyingly turning your head
away to piss him off even more, he absolutely despised it when you wouldn't look at him whenever
he talked to you, clicking his tongue upon noticing your troublesome behavior. "i wouldn't have to
talk like that if you weren't such a jerk sometimes." you blew at him, ayato raised his brow with a
faint smile touching the corners of his lips.
you became confused in your speech, not bothering to say nor add anything to your words as he
slowly walked towards you until your legs hit the bed frame, resulting in your plopping onto the
mattress. Ayato didn't hurry, instead, he took his time to lean over to you, hovering over your body
to force his gaze with yours. "what did you just call me, angel?" you narrowed your eyes, yet every
response you would've come up with died in your throat, you could feel the energy he managed to
arouse and how it lit your blood on fire. "where are your words now?" he spat, in a hoarse tone, his
hand roaming over your body before sliding himself into your dress, harshly cupping your heat and
noticing how wet you had gotten for him.
his touch on you was poles apart from how he normally handled you, it was different,
rough. Ayato forced the breath out of you, whipping his fingers into your clothed hole, his eyes
shining in satisfaction upon hearing you moan submissively, as if you haven't been a total brat to
him all day. "you know what they say?" the speed on his hand increased, your slick drenching his
pads through your messy panties as you spread your legs wider for him, "brats don't deserve to
cum." he pulled away abruptly with your hips rolling up reflexively. You realized you fell for his
trap, how he teased your mind, made a drooling mess out of you and completely turned the
situation around, leaving you needy for his touch, craving for more.
"it is truly unbelievable." dottore spoke, telling you with a glint of humor in his eyes, or was it
judgement? with just a slight smirk, his hands began to prance over your body, closing the distance
between the both of you as he rested his head on you, his lips tracing a line from your neck to your
collarbone before trailing his wet muscle up your jaw, sending exquisite, addictive shivers through
you which felt as if someone turned your body on fire. Dottore unbuckled his belt in front of you,
motioning you to kneel in front of him as you obliged, already prodding your tongue out to taste
him.
you adored getting on his nerves, seeing how his expression would turn slightly annoyed, not to
mention that for the first time, he'd be without a comeback, without something smart to say back,
almost as if you had him completely wrapped around your finger. All triumphal, you placed your
hands on his thighs, running your fingernails over his clothed legs before you heard the jingle of
his belt falling on the floor, his stiff cock fully erected in front of you with its tip leaking heavily.
Dottore fisted himself in front of your lips which were waiting to finally take him in, giving
himself generous, broad strokes as he placed his thumb on his tip, spreading the precum around his
length.
you were waiting, pressing your thighs together to feel pleasure as you decided to creep one of your
hands past your waistband, yet after attempting to do just that, dottore clicked his tongue in
annoyance, giving you a deathly stare, "i didn't give you permission to do that, did i?" he spat,
slightly increasing the pace on his cock, fisting himself faster, "keep your mouth open." dottore
flexed his jaw, gritting his teeth as you complied, watching how he gradually approached his
climax. His hand stuttered, signaling how close he was as he orgasmed, spilling his warm cum on
your tongue and face while rubbing it on your lips and cheeks, your face looking like a sinful
masterpiece splotched with his cum, overflowing with filth. "that's all you get tonight."
"don't tempt me." cyno spoke, leaning himself on top of you before placing his hand around your
neck, not applying any pressure, but simply keeping it there to have you close to him, knowing full
on well that you secretly adored whenever he'd be rough with you. Maybe that was the reason for
your little brattish behavior tonight, he figured, asking himself if he should get in on it and play
your game. "me? tempting you?" in cyno's eyes, you deserved an award for that over the top
performance, expression wide with a dramatic response, typical for you.
cyno groaned, rolling his eyes, it's like he took a hit from someone, that's how fed up he was with
all the bickering taking place. He forcefully turned you around all of a sudden, your face smushed
into the soft pillows before placing each arm of his next to your head, caging you in. "maybe, i
should show you how serious i am right now." the satisfaction tumbled in your skin, moaning as
his grip on you tightened, dragging your panties down to expose your aching cunt to him. "oh look
at you." he muttered, taking a pause before his fingers skimmed over your glistering folds, his
digits poking at your entrance that was coated with your slick.
he thrusts the first finger into you, it went in easy, immediately coating him in your essence with
you gasping out. Your legs were shaking, if it weren't for cyno holding you down with one hand,
you most likely would've trembled underneath him even more. "did you really think i'd fuck you
right now?" he questioned you, noticing how you huffed out annoyingly, desperately craving for
him to properly fill you up. "i won't fuck you all night, you don't deserve it." he could feel how
your muscles pulsed and twitched around his slender finger, your slick gushing out of your sobbing
hole. Cyno took in your moans and cries, how your voice broke in your throat, or the desperate
pleas to finally fuck your brains out, all falling on deaf ears.
"come on, don't be shy now." scaramouche said sweetly, yet you figured it wasn't sincere, one
hand rubbing lewdly at your aching heat. "repeat to me what you just said." his head was lowered,
looking down on you with his voice turning hoarse, menacing. You bit down on the soft inside of
your cheeks, digging your sharp teeth into it to refrain yourself from saying anything. You're
sucking in your breath upon watching him tug open his belt, his fingers impatient. "show me your
hands." he spat, motioning you to pull your hands to him. Scaramouche was quick with it,
wrapping the cold leather around your wrists and pulling it together, pushing your hands above
your head.
"look what being an asshole will do to you." he hummed into your ear before flattening his tongue
on your neck, licking up to your jawline, ending his little play with a quick peck on your lips.
"sorry." you whispered while trying to press yourself into his stiff cock which was half exposed
with the way his pants were hanging loosely around his body.
you were at his mercy, or so you believed, his skilled hands applying more pressure on your wrists
while the other one was busy getting rid of his pants, dragging them down his knees. "i won't go
easy." he shot you a smirk before fisting himself in front of your warmth, flicking his tip over your
hole to gather the slick on his member.
his hand was disappearing in between your legs, scaramouche breathed out heavily into his mouth
as he hissed upon making contact with your cunt, letting himself get dragged in by you. Your walls
were tight around him, milking him for all its worth as one of his hands grabbed onto your breast,
caressing the mound of flesh on his palm. He rocked his hips into you, rough and deep, dragging
his stiff cock on all the right places which had you whine out, wrapping your legs around his waist
to pull him closer. He didn't give you time to think, breathe nor say anything, words that weren't
able to be deciphered falling from your lips as he fucked you silly. If only he knew you secretly
enjoyed whenever he'd be rough with you.
"don‘t get silent on me now, angel." childe‘s words were alluring, feeling how he's sensually
slipping his tip in and out of your tight hole, only ever leaving it in for a couple of seconds, "you've
been such a brat, haven't you? talking back to me like that." he's stopping himself from finishing
his sentence, letting himself get pulled in by you just a bit more, inch by inch burying himself into
your tight cunt that was eagerly waiting for him to stuff you full, "running around the house naked
while i‘m working, parading in front of me knowing very well it turns me fucking hard." childe
wasn't having it anymore, in a single motion snapping himself forward, your back arching
involuntarily into him as you cried out screaming.
"that's what you get." your breath got caught in your throat, unable to escape with your legs tightly
wrapped around his waist, digging your heels into his back. You knew you messed up tonight,
straining one too many nerves of your lover as he set for a fast and deep pace, every single piece in
your shuddering body was shivering and tingling with the additional pain of being split open like
that.
you somehow got used to the pace at one point, managing to retract your hips a bit so he could
reach deeper, his thick shaft dragging against your sensitive walls without showing any mercy
towards you. Childe leaned over to place his sweaty body on top of yours, caging you in with his
arms before kissing you, biting down on your lower lip and pulling away.
you were panting heavily underneath him, his body was heavy on top of yours, leaving you no
space as the arousal in between your legs only grew, staining the insides of your thighs. Ajax
treasured the little moans that came out of your mouth and sometimes got stuck in your throat, how
tired and whiny they sounded, desperate mixed with pure filth only he managed to arouse in you.
"fuck." childe reached over to the headboard to support himself a bit more, his hips building up a
faster rhythm as he groaned out upon feeling you clench down on him. "you'll be the death of me,
fuck." he looked in between your bodies, a trail of slick connecting you further as he continued to
punish you in his way.

ও genshin sex troupes
Chapter Summary
genshin favorite sex troupes feat. cyno : zhongli : childe : kazuha : al-haitham :
tighnari : diluc : scaramouche x fem! reader
you loathed cyno, more than anything, despised his being and how he held himself, truly
despicable. He didn‘t just think he was better than you, he was full on convinced it‘s the truth and
nothing but the truth. It was always him against you, there wasn‘t a way for the both of you to
suddenly get along, the differences were outweighing the positive aspects greatly. The only time
he‘d actually manage to make you feel good instead of giving you a headache, was when he had
you splayed out on the bed, the look on his face almost belittling when he gasped out upon pushing
himself in.
the burning and throbbing sensation in between your thighs had you feeling dizzy, slightly
disgusted that you were actually getting fucked by the guy you considered your rival, the only
person you made it your duty to beat, more so show them that you were clearly better. In a vague,
or slight, attempt to control your erratic uneven breathing, you decided to dig your head into his
neck, closing your eyes as he continued to work his hips on you. "already tired, are we?" your heart
dropped at his words, rolling your eyes when you bit down on his soft flesh, hearing a clear yelp
escaping cyno‘s throat. "how rude you are."
you‘re not sorry, you don‘t need to be nor do you have to be sorry, general mahamatra cyno was an
asshole, your rival and the person you will triumph over in the future. It didn‘t matter that he was
currently fucking you and admittedly, he did a disgustingly great job at it, working wonders on you
and punctuating all the sweet spots you had. How was it possible for him to have you figured out
this soon? it wasn‘t fair, truly.
you glanced at the male hovering over you, his hips circling and grinding themselves on you
whenever he‘d be completely sheathed in your glistering cunt, carelessly snapping himself into
your warmth without giving a damn about your pleasure, just to piss you off even more. Cyno
enjoyed it, that was clear, maybe a little bit too much, he thinks to himself, if he ever beats you
again as your self proclaimed rival, he‘ll make sure to demand the same treatment as today.
zhongli, who you considered your lovely teacher, so patient and soft with you, helping you learn
all kinds of new things regarding history or various stories around teyvat, anything he put his mind
to focus on would ultimately fall to your ears, taking everything he explained to you in great detail.
Naturally, those aspects would apply to the certain predicament you were currently in as well, with
your body in between his thighs, stroking his erected cock in your hand and licking your lips in
anticipation, practically tasting him on your tongue already. "you gotta show me how, zhongli."
your lips were curved up into a tiny pout, eyes glazed with lust while seductively fluttering your
lashes at him, holding his filthy gaze.
"i have to show you how to pleasure me? very well then." his reply was warming up your heart and
cheeks, it felt firm, as he took his stiff cock in his hand to line himself up with your mouth, giving
it a few lazy strokes right in front of you, "push your tongue out, i‘ll go easy first." he showed you
his signature smile, his hardness was heavy on your wet muscle yet you took him in completely,
inch by inch, easy, so eager as you were breathing through your nose with his tip prodding against
your throat.
your lips were in pain from the stretch, straining from being split open like that, the unfamiliar
feeling making your head feel heavy and dizzy. "you're a natural at this." he cooed at you, helping
you bob yourself up and down his impressive length while drawing soft circles on your head,
"watch out for your teeth." he was patient with you, as always, zhongli took control of the situation
with you having nothing to worry about.
you dragged your tongue around his shaft, without knowing nor having a clue on what to do with it
in the first place. Zhongli threw his head back at your sloppy unexperienced sucking, the grip on
your head was tightening as he began to apply pressure to it, gradually increasing the speed you
were going for. Your nails dug into his thighs, disheveling his dress pants and slightly scratching
him through the garment as he hissed out, the pain going straight to his aching groin.
you let out a dirty choke, gurgling while being stuffed full every time zhongli would thrust his hips
up roughly, your throat involuntarily flexing around his tip. Your expression was lewd, dirty, with
your face being an utter mess, spit was trailing down the corners of your lips and hanging around
your chin, pooling down the floor as you hollowed your cheeks to slurp and gather it in your mouth
again.
zhongli's thrusts stuttered, becoming uneven and needier, his climax was breaking free from its
tight grip as he finally spilled himself in your throat, white ribbons of cum warming your insides up
as you moaned around him. The vibrations you gave made it hard for him to control his body any
longer, pushing your head down until he completely released his salty and slightly bitter seed in
you.
you coughed out at the fullness, dragging your tongue on the white liquid, "keep it in." he watched
you, demanded it from you, placing his thumb on your messy swollen lips with you simply
obliging to his every command, never going behind his words, "swallow." soft and slow, his words
were like fine honeydew as he rubbed his thumb over your mouth before you do as he said, thickly
swallowing down all his load, your brows scrunching together from the new taste as you blinked
away the warm tears that welled up in your eyes, "good."
childe and you understood each other, greatly, he knew he could count on you whenever he was
hard, needy and not to mention, aware of the fact that his hand wouldn‘t satisfy him tonight. He
didn't expect nor needed anything different, like emotional feelings from you. In his opinion,
letting you take part in his life with his emotions on full display for you would be far more
difficult, not needed, leaning towards your current relationship which was rather just continuing to
stay intimate with each other, nothing more nothing less. You‘d always be well reserved, being
strict about it, setting the boundries that were necessary to be set in order for the both of you to
keep on doing what you were doing.
ajax closed his eyes to enjoy the moment as much as possible, your face was buried in his neck as
you bounced your hips into him, sighing as you felt his arms tightly close shut around your waist,
keeping you there with his cock roughly dragging against your puffy walls. He groaned heavily in
his chest, refraining himself from moaning out once more. His eyes were half lidded when he
watched you put on a pretty show for him with your hips that were desperately circling and
prancing on his erected cock, milking him for all he‘s worth. You continued to trail wet kisses on
his skin, first featherlight, barely there, before applying more pressure and your tongue, licking all
the way down to his collarbone before teasingly biting down to get a reaction out of him.
"i could fuck you all day." he admitted to you, bluntly, his hips bucking up roughly to meet yours
and taste his climax as the sounds of skin sensually slapping against skin became louder, clearer,
with the room turning hotter than before, sweat developing on your skin that was inbedded on you.
Childe adored how your breasts were bouncing up to the rhythm of his thrusts, your nipples erected
and sensitive, more so how desperately you tried to ride him with your legs beginning to strain and
hurt, watching him with your eyes half open, his musky scent that was mixed together with the
feeling of sex setting your blood on fire. He truly loved this, treasured it, how your friendship had
nothing more than simplicity and intimacy.
kazuha was your best friend, your platonic soulmate, that’s what you always kept telling yourself.
He knew you better than anyone else, sometimes it even surprised you on how good he just so
happened to know you, always having something up his sleeve to make you laugh or cheer up if
you were having a bad day. Most importantly though, he was there for you, during good and bad
times, never leaving your side and so were you, never leaving him whenever he needed you the
most.
you understood, friendships like yours were one of a kind, cursing yourself whenever you’d get
unwelcomed thoughts that were going beyond that, more so were clearly crossing the
line, concluding that you indeed had fallen for your best friend. But there he was now, on top of
you, holding your gaze with each arm resting next to your head, his body was slightly cold in
comparison to the growing heat in between your legs. Unbeknownst to you, kazuha shared your
idea, with your relationship developing into something deeper, more meaningful, him handling you
like the most fragile being in existence. "i can't believe we're doing this." he's smiling, admitting
that fact to you embarrassingly, his eyes half open as the passion greatly welled up in him.
kazuha traced his tongue over your neck before hitting your collarbone, flattening his wet muscle
on you and licking all the way down you belly, the feeling left you slightly ticklish. "i want to
make you feel good, forever." he repeated himself, more times, lust had taken over him by storm as
you rested your hands on his head, awkwardly digging your fingers into his scalp for support.
"it was always you." kazuha brushed his thumb across your cunt, mumbling his words, feeling the
moisture pool out from your hole as he spread your lips, flicking his tongue in between your puffy
folds. He adjusted himself in a more comfortable angle now, sucking on your glistering skin with
his chin beginning to get coated in your slick. Kazuha had to show you that he truly meant it, that
this wasn‘t a reaction of being frustrated, needy, but the outcome of a friendship that developed
into something more.
- +
you always wondered if kaveh‘s roommate was on the market, still without a partner and interested
in pursuing something in that direction. Al-haitham was someone you put your eyes on for various
reasons, the first one being his undeniable handsome demeanor, you couldn‘t resist it. Second, but
not too far off the first place, would be his attitude he somehow reinforced harder when he talked
to kaveh, the slight glimpse of his arrogance had you interested, intrigued.
if only your best friend knew about what would happen if he kept inviting you to their home, with
him suddenly falling asleep and you still very much being wide awake, next to his room with al-
haitham on top of you. Your body was shaking in uncontrollable sobs and shudders, he was big and
heavy in you and you barely had time to adjust yourself to his girth. Al-haitham was ruthless,
starving, your cries muffling tiny hiccups whenever he‘d snap himself into you, hard. "you think
you can take it a bit longer?" the question was granted, you were definitely struggling right now
but the sweet mix of pain and pleasure was more than enough to keep going in your eyes.
you nodded frantically, arching your spine off the mattress before getting fucked back into it, the
soft pillows were engulfing your burning body as you cried out with al-haitham being quick to shut
you up. "be quiet, you don‘t want him to hear us, do you?" you found the strength to pull his hand
off your lips, a tiny 'sorry' leaving you as you chew down on the softness of your cheeks to prevent
yourself to become noisier than you already were.
your body trembled in his arms, it felt sore, your eyes gushed up with tears from being fucked so
good, so hard, not to mention from the tiny amount of uncomfortable pain you felt from biting
down on your cheeks so viciously. In the end, you wouldn‘t tell your best friend you fucked his
roommate, it would only make kaveh never invite you to his home again and that would be one
hell of a big problem on its own.
there were plenty of pros and cons about being tighnari's assistant, most of the times he was pretty
cautious with what he’d bring home to further investigate on. However, when he‘d find something
interesting, something he never saw before and intrigued him, he couldn‘t help himself but take it
with him, without actually making sure if it was save or not. In this scenario, it wasn‘t, the plant
that he found sprouting on a tiny hill was letting go of soft, barely visible pollen that tickled your
nose, eyes and made your mind hazy, afterwards even going so far as to turn your body hot, so hot
you could feel yourself become aroused, the warm sensation building up in between your legs with
tighnari feeling the same way.
you both couldn‘t particularly stop fondling with each other, it was as if someone got a hold of your
body and decided to manually control your every move. Yet it also felt incredible, the feeling
unrecognizable, you couldn‘t remember the last time you felt so free and fulfilled, aside from
needy with tighnari's face buried in between your legs. You were leaking, it was almost
embarrassing, the inside of your thighs stained with perspiration and your filthy essence, his tongue
lapping it all up with his cock in full view, angry and red, swollen and wanting to be sheathed in
you so badly.
he‘s rutting his cock into his fist while the other one held you down upon pulling away. Tighnari
first, brushed your slick off his chin with the back of his hand before looping his arms around your
knees, drawing you towards him. His eyes were drownsy with his pupils widened as he disposed of
his pants— that were previously hanging around his knees, completely.
tighnari tapped his swollen cock on your glistering folds but wasn‘t in for the teasing tonight, his
erection was beginning to seriously pain him, as if he had to fuck you right now or he‘d literally get
dizzy from the ache in between his legs. He‘s pushing himself past the tight hole with your arms
encircling him almost immediately, dragging his stiff member into you with his eyes rolling back
as the tension in his lower region didn’t necessarily fade away but it made it a lot more bearable
now.
it was late at night with the room becoming eerie, the air in it thick, your bodies were barely able to
be spotted in the darkened room, your hands fondling with each other as diluc nibbled on your
warm neck with his hands squeezing the soft flesh of your ass. You barely knew him, at all, you of
course, had heard of him but you have never gotten the chance to actually meet diluc in person. It
wasn‘t when you finally saw him at a late hour in the little bar you so happened to be with your
friends that night.
what started as harmless talking and a few beverages, soon developed into a making out session
that ended in his room, on top of his bed with him fisting his cock in front of your messy hole—
about to fuck you into the mattress. You didn‘t deem it necessary to know much about him, diluc
had this charm in his voice whenever he talked, it somehow soothed your brain when you listened
to him. You admitted to yourself that you felt anxiety and something else which was flooding
though your veins, was it maybe impatience or the longing for his touch?
in concentration, diluc pulled his lower lip in between his white teeth, hissing through his clenched
jaw as he pushed himself past the tightness of your cunt, cramming himself to the hilt. He elicitied
multiple whimpers from your throat as he pressed himself forward, his body flushed on top of
yours with his lips searching your own.
your tongue was prodding against his mouth, asking for entrance, then circling it around his own
when you began to taste the residue of sweet drinks you both had consumed earlier. For some
reason, the intimacy you experienced right now— with a complete stranger, was much more
intense than any other times with partners you knew and actually talked to frequently. The thought
about never seeing diluc again and then maybe meeting him one day, acting as if nothing
happened, as if he didn‘t fuck you silly in his bed, late at night, with nothing but sheer lust in his
eyes.
"i'll fucking kill you after this, you know that, right?" scaramouche spat out with his teeth pushed
together, the feeling of your hand wrapped around his stiff cock was filling his mind with a
complete haze of feelings and thoughts he couldn't process, nor was he particularly interested in
figuring them out right now, "doesn't look like it." your response was cold, fierce, the wry smirk on
your lips more than evident as you leaned closer to him, your mouth hovering over his swollen tip.
"shut up and get to it already." he clearly wasn‘t having it, roughly placing his hand on the back of
your hand before applying pressure, your plump lips hitting his cock right away. His rosy tip was
coated with a generous amount of pre cum, a faint line connecting you to his member upon pulling
away.
you prodded your tongue out, teasingly circling your wet muscle over his slit to gather the oozed
out seed on your taste buds, the salty substance melting with your spit when you finally took his tip
in your mouth, nibbling on it. You hollowed your cheeks, swallowing his essence as you felt it coat
your throat before continuing to take him inch by inch— easy and taking your time, until having
him buried and twitching in your warm mouth.
"fuck, faster." his words emanated as a shaky whisper, a soft plea, but as always, scaramouche
made it sound like a direct command, arrogantly disgusting. You closed your eyes, breathing
through your nose as you bobbed your head up and down his length, flattening your tongue on him
so his cock would always be fully coated in your spit, taking a precaution that you wouldn‘t end up
hurting him. The hardness of him was exhilarating, heavy, not to mention how he'd twitch in your
mouth after a particularly rough suck from you.
scaramouche rested his hand on the back of your neck while the other one was right above his
mouth, shivering and gasping with his head tilted to the left, taking in the beautiful sight in front of
him— with him never actually admitting that he found you beautiful, or was fond of you. "who
knew you could actually be something else other than annoying and a pain in the ass." he threw
those words at you with a wide sadistic smirk, rolling his hips forward to meet your mouth. His
muscles were tense and feeling as if someone lit them on fire, the burning sensation in between his
legs was gradually building up further.
your lips trembled around his shaft, his bossy behavior was certainly turning you on— pressing
your thighs together as you picked up on your rhythm, the squelching noises becoming louder and
clearer to be heard as he tossed his head back, arching his spine into you. Scaramouche suppressed
a whimper as he abruptly climaxed in your mouth, without a warning, pulling you against his cock
and releasing his thick seed in you with letting it run down your throat— much to his enjoyment
once seeing you struggle to take his load. You pulled away after he emptied himself in you. While
full of him, the warmness made you shiver and got your head feeling heavy when you decided to
swallow it all with his gaze still on you, his eyes growing wider when he witnessed it, involuntarily
forgetting the threats he threw at you earlier.

ও your sugar daddy
Chapter Summary
sugar daddy headcanons feat. pantalone : dottore : childe : diluc : ayato x fem! reader
expensive jewelry, pricy clothes and lavish dinners were the only commodities pantalone could
provide to you, with his emotions and true feelings being kept hidden and locked up at all times.
he didn't deem it necessary to show you any emotional affection, no words of encouragement or
actual real conversations between the both of you were the norm. He only needed to make sure you
would be available anytime he wanted you, craved you, aside from looking all glammed up and
pretty for him, so he could truly relax underneath your warm embrace after a long day of work.
you were restless, bouncing on his cock in a steady rhythm as he helped you with his hands, having
them digging into your skin and brand your hips, showing you further that you were his. Pantalone
took in the beautiful sight in front of him, how you caressed his chest, teasing him, or how you
rolled yourself into him, the fullness taking control of your body as you cried out his name with
your mouth hanging low.
pantalone‘s jaw was tightening, thrusting up into the familiar warmth he so very much yearned for
as his back slightly arched into you, tossing his head back into the soft pillows with his hair being
unruly, disheveled. He adored the show you always put on for him, treasured it, how you were
there for him, more so patient with him. In the end, he wasn't sure it it was the money that made
you stay, or if something deep down inside of you actually cared.
dottore was simply looking for someone who could satisfy his sexual desires, calm his frustrations
and someone who'd be available to him as many times as he needed you.
he didn't actually want to form a bond with you, in his eyes it was annoying and unnecessary, as
well as bothersome in the long run. Even though he didn't flaunt his money, it was clear he had
enough, he barely used it on himself other than for his own experiments. Regardless of it all, he'd
hire someone to buy you whatever you needed, longed for, having someone who'd be at your
disposal when he was occupied in his work.
intimacy mostly included quckies or you giving him head while he was resting from work, dottore
always put his own pleasure first, he didn‘t know it any better, nevertheless, sometimes if he was in
an extra good mood he'd make sure to spoil you with his pseudo like affection and love he held
towards your person.
nevertheless, right now he was sitting in his leather chair with you nestled in between his legs, the
view oh so familiar to him. You proceeded to soothe your fingers over his thighs, unbuckling his
belt before taking his stiff cock in your hand with your other one going down to fondle with his
balls, gently tugging on them while also making sure to be careful. You knew what he liked,
needed and expected, using enough spit to on his tip before spreading it around his shaft.
from the looks of it, dottore seemed more tired than usual, frustrated as he continued to chew on
his lower lip yet refusing to break eye contact off with you, groaning deeply into his chest as you
took him in fully, bobbing your head up and down with muffled sounds flying over his ears.
you licked the head, sliding your lips down along his shaft, carefully, as you flattened your tongue
on him, dragging your wet muscle over his pulsating vein which was located around the lower side
of his cock. Dottore hid his moans with the back of his hand, watching you intently, as if you were
an experiment on your own, not daring to look away once, his empty gaze shifting momentarily,
from your lips to your teary eyes.
ajax was all here for making you feel good and comfortable, providing you with gifts and
expensive jewelry which sometimes originated from different nations he so happened to have
visited once.
he trusts you 100% with his money and doesn't care if you're spending it on yourself, he knew it's
for you so there wasn’t an issue. Ajax was unavailable most of the times due to his work, which he
will explain to you in hand written letters with some money prepared for you. Once he actually
gets home all worn out, tired with his eyes hanging low, you'll always make it your duty to get him
to relax and unravel.
it's all about spoiling each other, focusing on what you craved from your bodies, desired to see.
Your lips were placing loving pecks on his neck, collarbone and his chest, flattening your tongue to
lick all the way back up, ending it with a seductive kiss on his plump lips.
childe was smirking into the kiss, proceeding to take sharp intakes of breath which showed you
how excited he was right now, wrapping his arm around your waist to take control of the situation
and pushing you against the mattress so he'd hover over you now. His hands glossed over your
warm skin, your chest heaving in anticipation with your breasts pushed against his chest.
"i hope you didn't have too much fun without me?" he teased, kissing your lips before lightly biting
down on your lower lip, pulling away and looking at you with a loving expression. "never." you
cooed, cupping his cheeks with your thumbs brushing over his silky skin— if only he knew you
missed him immensly, "i hope you like the new pair of lingerie i bought, if you even noticed it in
the first place."
it was a habit of yours, buying sexy underwear to greet him with whenever he got back from a trip
as you pointed your finger towards the floor where childe had already thrown your clothes after
ripping them off your body. "oops, it got torn apart, lets buy a new pair tomorrow." he whispered
before hooking his hands under your knees, pushing his body deeper against your own as he finally
slid himself in, your walls engulfing him fully and throbbing on his shaft, his lust filled eyes never
leaving the sight of your cunt getting split open by his cock.
in diluc's eyes, it was only natural and typical to spoil your s/o to death. Most of the times he
wasn't sure what would fit you the best so he'd always end up buying the same thing, just slightly
different, many more times so you could properly choose from a wide range of clothing or other
necessities.
it was adorable in your eyes, cute even, he always gave it his all to show you affection in those
ways with you appreciating it fully. When it comes to emotional affection he'd need a bit more time
before being fully capable to open up to you. All things considered, when he opens the door to his
home with you being here, dressed in something he had gifted you, his thoughts would turn to dust,
nothing, thinking of nothing more than you.
diluc would lose the track of time, bringing you over the edge multiple times without giving your
body a minute to rest. His head was buried in between your legs, licking and sucking on your folds
without a single care in the world. Your thighs burned, your muscles tightening up around his head
when you dug your hand into his unruly red hair, practically riding his face now.
diluc lapped around your clit, worshipping you with his eyes never leaving your body. His erected
cock was straining against his pants, hard and stiff waiting to be freed yet he ignored the
uncomfortable feeling, continuing to eat you out as he put your pleasure before his own. He could
carry on with it all night, his hums tender on your skin as unashamed moans left his lips, the new
dress you wore for him already forgotten.
ayato will basically approve of everything you buy, whether its pricey purses, expensive dresses or
another pair of shoes that— if you were being honest, were way too costly.
he‘s going to observe your body decorated with the new purchases, deeply hum into his chest as he
tells you to turn around so he could take it in from all angles. But don't be fooled, ayato will make
sure to buy you something himself as well, something that clearly showed you were his, already
claimed, taken with no one having the chance to take you away.
you were eagerly waiting for his return, eyeing him as he walked past the door with a little
something in his hand. You weren't able to look at it in a better angle before he stood in front of
you and there it was: a sparkling choker with a beautiful gem ornamented on it, encircled with
plenty of smaller stones around the bigger one.
your mouth fell open, eyes turning wide as you looked at him in disbelief. "i knew you'd like it." he
responded calmly, ayato's lips curved up in a smirk as he motioned you to turn around, placing the
otherworldly beautiful necklace around your neck, your hand reaching over to feel it on your own
skin.
from this day forward, ayato ought you to wear his little gift all the time, most importantly, when
the both of you were intimate with each other. There was just something incredibly erotic about
having his necklace around your neck, the way it'll dangle around whenever he'd rut into your cunt,
as if he was choking you with his hands.
you were squeezing his shaft, your swollen cunt sobbing and spasming as he picked up the speed
of his thrusts, caging you in with his arms. Ayato will always creep his fingers over your chest,
fondling with your erected nipples before twirling them in between his digits, the mess in between
your legs undeniably filthy, lewd, reminding ayato of the utter devotion you shared for him.
-
ও you can take it
one was for certain, diluc, without fail, touched you with great caress, your body continued to be
viewed as delicate in his eyes. His muscles in the misty, dimly lid room were almost indistinct,
hidden, only your hands tracing over them gave his defined sculpted figure away.
however, as of now, his cock was resting on top of your warm cunt, swollen and fully erect. Diluc
held his breath before letting go of it in a heartbeat, silently placing his arm above your head while
the other one got a hold of his stiff cock, his brows furrowing upon feeling him twitch in his palm.
"it's not going to fit." you complain, attempting to rub your thighs together without completing it,
unable to do so with diluc in between your legs. The overwhelming temptation to slip himself past
your tightness wasn't reaching peace in his mind. "do you trust me?" whenever he spoke with you,
it felt different, intimate, his warm breath coating the shell of your ear.
you responded with a nod, your eyes drawn to his gaze with diluc's guise comforting you. The
charm he held in his voice was soothing, as soft as silk that engulfed your body beautifully with a
smile crossing his features. "you can take it, love." your teeth snatched at your lower lip, carved up
in a slight pout with diluc laying his tip right against your hole, digging past the tightness.
he didn't try to force it, never, diluc waited for you to naturally let him in while also
simultaneously adjusting to his size, watching your tense face fall easy, relaxing with your eyes
clouded before closing them, mouth falling wide. He intertwined his fingers with your own, your
nails digging into his hand to fight the slight uncomfortable pain in your lower area, but also to
show diluc that you were okay and wanted to continue.
it awakened a dirty feeling in him but childe refused to ever break eye contact with you, watching
you hover over his length with you kneeling in between his thighs. He grinned, he was a sneaky
little shit, you were painfully aware of that fact, not to mention how much he enjoyed this right
now, all the whining and mewling about him being horny as fuck paid off today, with you finally
giving him head in the most erotic way possible. Your tongue slowly darted out, sliding to his
swollen tip.
before actually going on to pleasure him you made sure to lap your tongue around your lips,
coating them with enough saliva, ready to finally wrap yourself sinfully around his girth. You
could feel the stare he had on you, drumming on the back of your neck as you playfully parted your
lips, placing them on his tip before taking him in, flattening your tongue right underneath his
length.
"come on baby, you can take it." he gently cleared his throat, gasping out as he felt his tip prod
against your cheek with you changing the angle, slipping him in until you weren't able to go
further.
childe almost went cross eyed at the sight, he felt so incredibly desperate and frustrated tonight, not
to mention hot and bothered, the tension in his groin finally developing into a much more
pleasurable feeling with your warm mouth caressing him like that.
the tough act in him broke with the additional whines and groans filling you with pride, your saliva
trailing down the sides of your mouth with your tongue flicking over his hardened vein. You drew
out each stroke, taking your time, bobbing your head back and forth as ajax fully succumbed into
your embrace, emerging into a mess while you proceeded to wrap him around your finger.
"you're getting sensitive, aren't you?" al-haitham deducted, placing his thumb over your aching
clit before applying pressure behind his play, his eyes darting to your body to see you tremble
beneath him. He matched the circles from his thumb to the grinding of his hips, beginning to move
faster with his sculpted chest wantonly rubbing against your erect nipples, enjoying the sensation
of being inside of you and your walls grabbing him beautifully.
"i'm so close again." clearly sensing the desperation in your voice, he changed the sharp angle of
his hips and the way they thrusted into your aching cunt without wasting a single moment. Al-
haitham couldn't hold himself back anymore, not when he realized that goosebumps erupted on
your skin with his thrusts being the trigger, both hands drawing you closer to him.
warmth and tenderness, more so the raw weight of his body on top of yours made your breath
come in short spurts, "i can't, it's too much." you shut your eyes while wrapping your arms around
him, hiding your head in his neck as the tingling excitement in you was too much to bear, gasping
with your orgasm so very much close to appearing in front of you.
"you can take it." words continued to flow out of his mouth easily, cherry picked and ready to be
thrown at you, his voice muffled against you as your blood drummed in your ears, your climax
suddenly snapping open and filling your body with rippling thrills of ecstasy.
you starvingly pushed his head to yours, catching him off guard, hungrily dragging your lips to his
own as he hummed into the kiss, your climax hitting you hard and driving numerous cries from
your throat. Your legs shivered involuntarily with al-haitham soothing you through the trembling
aftershocks of your body, "see, i told you."
zhongli was always so impossibly gentle with you, soothing you after every trembling lick from
his tongue, twirling his wet muscle in between your folds. You were beyond words, unable to
voice your pleasure with the way he handled you, with such ease, completely figured out and all
your sweet spots in his grasp. You continued to find sweet pleasure hidden in his kisses, caresses
and his skilled tongue, melting into his touches as he nibbled on your folds, coating his taste buds
with your essence.
"fuck." you're crying, drawing out a half broken moan as zhongli slowly proceeded to slip the first
finger in you, your warmth and natural slickness engulfing him with your walls flexing around his
digit, trying to pull him further until he was knuckles deep in you. He pushed you closer to your
orgasm with each minute, excited on how you're going to unravel in front of him as you angled
your hips up.
"do you think you can take it?" lust seemed to float into his expression, the tension in your body
growing harder, stronger, with his filthy words only eliciting said factor, "i don't know." the chorus
of mewls and whines which left you sounded heavens made in zhongli's ears, a breath coated laugh
coming right from him as he added another finger.
"you can take it." the wash of slight discomfort from the added finger and additional pleasure
surged through your body, your fingernails digging and scrapping on the bedsheets under you. Any
signs of uncomfortable pain swarmed away, awareness of your orgasm hitting you pooling into
your thoughts.
the pace on his fingers continued to be in sync with the raw strokes of his tongue, shivering in
delight as you released your essence on his mouth, your hips twitching into him with
overstimulation soothing through them. You plopped back onto the slightly damp pillow, your hair
a mess with zhongli resting his head against the inside of your thigh, panting out with his chin
covered in your slick, "i told you, you can take it."
"come on, open up open up." being intimate with pantalone always came with its difficulties in the
beginning, your legs were spread a bit more with you presenting yourself to him. "it doesn't fit."
you complained again, it was always the same thing all over again, pantalone would eat you out for
hours, continuing to scissor your sweet hole and yet still, his cock just wouldn't fit, the frustration
in your eyes was visible with your lips tightly pressed together.
"you can take it, come on." he assured you with his huge hands on your hips, drawing you closer
until his tip hit your folds. Pantalone understood what you needed, not to mention what you had to
hear so you'll loosen up for him, your tight hole was fluttering around nothing as he slightly pushed
himself in, his tip digging into the soft flesh.
you arched your back into him with your legs flying up to wrap around his hips, one of his hands
holding onto the headboard so he wouldn't suddenly crush you with his weight, going easy.
Pantalone took his time, it was a tight fit, as always, with him aching so badly to finally be inside of
you again, yearning to release himself deep with his cook fully sheathed.
going through the numerous sinful emotions you mewled upon feeling the familiar fullness of him,
stretching you. Your cunt was sore without him even moving yet, throbbing in beat with your
heart, gasping as he dragged his hips away only to snap them back in, your breasts bouncing up
with the impact. "fuck, just like that." pantalone's voice reminded of a deep growl, pinching your
nipples and setting a pace he knew you'd very much enjoy right now.

ও favorite kinks
Chapter Summary
୨୧ genshin + favorite kinks feat. al-haitham : cyno : tighnari : kaveh : dottore :

pantalone : capitano : scaramouche x fem! reader
- +
with al-haitham holding your head gently, with his own pace, testing the limits on how much he
could control. You lift your face, sinking on the ground with your hands skimming over his pants
that teared your gaze to the muscular outline of his thighs.
anticipation, the very thing you mastered to control with al-haitham's stiff cock towering over your
lips. "open up." the difference in authority that seemed to have taken place, the sheer dominance he
displayed with his arrogance prancing in front of you. Naturally, you did as he commands, mouth
widened with your tongue reached out for him.
his cock was heavy on you, his precum melting with your taste buds as he slid himself further,
deeper, until his tip prodded against your flexing throat. In a way, you could say it was a bad habit
of his, continuing to throat fuck you might be his utter favorite part about you giving him head in
the first place.
without ever looking away from you, al-haitham tightened his hands in your hair, peering through
his eye lashes when adding movements into his hips, hitting the sensitivity once, twice, thrice,
before applying pressure in his play. Your body jolted with heavy snaps into your mouth, al-
haitham's pants and slow groans serving as a form of pleasure to you.
each thrust brought him closer to his release, with you continuing to do your best, gaining the upper
hand on your jaw while forcing yourself to relax. Blurry, a way to describe your vision, as you
scrunched your already half open eyes shut, melting with him in a deep hum that pushed him over
the edge, clenching his teeth when the burning ache in him snapped in half.
face a mess, with the corners of your lips full of spit that drooled on your chin. Your nails grazed
and rippled into his thighs in an attempt to gain stability from the hard way he was fucking you
now, his climax there, washing over him. Al-haitham's warm seed ran down your strained throat,
for some reason it was soothing, warm and familiar. You hummed in satisfaction, swallowing
down the thick substance that dug into you.
"fuck." his attention remained on you, his thumbs clearing your face from your tears as he greeted
you with a pleased smile, "you're so fucking good to me."
whether or not it was intentional for cyno to edge you into literal oblivion, you could never be
actually mad at him for doing so, your climax would wash over you forceful, more so
tremendously better than any other orgasm you had experienced beforehand. Slowly, your mind
grasped into the familiar feeling, cyno's fingers pistoling into your warmth with yet another release
becoming visible.
"i want to cum already." wracking the last inch of pride that was left in your body, cyno bit back a
laugh at you, enjoying the sight under him. "we talked about this." confidence was one of the
factors he possessed and was a master in, his voice was always laced with it.
"please, cyno." your patience was wearing thin, he went at it all night long, you could've sworn you
already heard various birds sing with you strongly believing that it was in fact, the morning
approaching. Did your boyfriend really edge you all night long? without even letting you cum
more than twice? short answer, yes.
"please, what?" with him softening his voice like that, it being low and whispery, made the
agonizing ache in between your legs somehow a bit more bearable. "please, make me cum." you'd
be damned, damned by that wry smirk he let out upon hearing you beg so fucking sinfully. He
pressed his fingers back in, hard, pumping them back and forth without stilling nor haltering his
digits on you.
shudders possessed your body when you rose your back off the mattress, climaxing around his
slender digits. Your essence was exhilarating in his eyes, slick and glistering on your pulsating cunt
when he pulled away, gliding his tongue over his coated fingers. With that view in front of you,
you could've released yet again.
your touch was overwhelming at this close proximity with tighnari picking up every detail off
your body, your quickened heartbeat, the faint layer of sweat, not to mention your arousal that
slicked around his stiff member. His senses were sharp, the tension in him snapping in half as he
released himself yet again, pumping his seed into you with the slight scare of it pooling right back
out.
it was beyond tighnari's control, the mere thought alone of having you filled up, his body grasping
into that idea with goosebumps dotting up his skin. What would happen if he got you pregnant
right now? his thoughts were intoxicating, tighnari licked his lips upon dreaming about your
swelled belly holding your child.
the pause on his hips was barely mentionable as he plunged himself back into you, his little fantasy
involuntarily made him hard again, painfully so. It was save to say you were at your limits, the
inside of your thighs plastered with his cum, not to forget that your muscles were exceedingly sore,
straining.
"one more time, please." what a rare occurrence, you figured, for tighnari to actually beg for
something. It only took him to go back to his usual relentless pace, sloppily thrusting into your
filthy hole that was already full with his cum, there wasn't a way for it to fit even more than that.
Tighnari's cock twitched pleasantly in you, yearning to cum once again, please please, he's
begging, moaning it as he spilled himself back in, pushing it up where it belonged in his eyes.
without fail, the kisses from kaveh where the absolute best, yet what was far more worth than that,
were the kisses he'd give you outside, hidden in a small back alley with your dress draped up. He
does the same at first, but in very different places you'd figure out once he gets to it.
not to mention he'd also do it in different ways, with his tongue and enough spit, messy, so fucking
messy and sloppily, it was wow, unrecognizable, it was amazing and addictive. You squirmed with
his tongue licking over your clothed cunt, your panties damp with your slick glistering the thin
fabric.
"fuck, i love it when you're messy baby." if you'd have to choose between various words to
describe your boyfriend, the one that would shoot into your mind in a mere heartbeat would
definitely be: blunt. Your lips parted upon feeling his hand cradle up your behind, squeeze the soft
flesh of your ass before hooking your leg up his shoulder.
with your head slightly lowered, you were able to witness the lewd situation you found yourself in.
Kaveh's red lust filled eyes were hard to ignore, not when he watched you like that, so eager with
that infamous smirk plastered on his lips. "what if someone from the akademiya spots us, hm?"
you bit back a moan, the challenge he put you through was malicious, as if you could even voice a
sentence with him licking your sensitivity in the first place. That's what it was all along for kaveh,
bringing you over the edge and convincing you to do something so reckless, with him already
deducting that the thought of someone spotting the both of you, would only pool the arousal harder
out of you.
it seemed so harmless, resting in his palm when dottore ordered you to part your mouth, pushing
the little pill past your plump lips, making you swallow it down. In any normal occasion, he'd let
you take it without him participating in said play, but tonight was different, you wanted him to take
it as well, succumb to the unnatural pleasure that had a significant grasp on you, one you couldn't
decipher nor explain.
and so he did, dottore placed it on his tongue before gulping it down himself while proceeding to
get rid of those annoying clothes of yours. Despite your best efforts to fight the feeling as long as
you had to, you simply couldn't. How much you wanted dottore to fall victim to the aphrodisiac
first, yet his resistance was admirable, almost as if it wasn't natural to begin with.
"what is it with you?" the fake sweetness he’d lace and throw over his words were almost
sickening, sometimes you wished he wouldn't act as if he really cared, the both of you knew he
didn't. Dottore adored to play, experiment and try out different things, not to mention witness how
your body reacted to them.
"please, touch me." your face burned, feeling as if someone actually lit it on fire as you lowered
yourself on the bed with him directly following suit. Dottore's digits skimmed over your skin,
goosebumps arising. How could he be so fucking calm? didn't the pill work for him?
it didn't take him long as he grazed his fingernails over your wet folds, tracing the soft outline of
your sensitivity before holding his fingers right above your hole, pushing past the tightness. "how
wet you got for me." normally, you'd think he'd tease you, but everything leaving his filthy mouth
had a belittling tone in it you couldn't stand, at all.
his fingers worked wonders on you, the erotic sounds of sex and pleasure falling on deaf ears as
you realized one thing, a little detail you missed just a few moments ago, widening your eyes with
your gaze suddenly piercing over his features and if looks could kill, dottore would be very dead by
now.
"you didn't take the pill, right?"
"now now." the disoriented state of your mind slowly calmed itself upon hearing pantalone's voice
on your ear. "would you look at that." your lips pursed when you heard him laugh, a devilish smirk
working in his favors as it made the arousal in you continue to grow as he watched your somehow
hypnotized face.
"don't tell me i already fucked you stupid, don't disappoint me like that." that assumption, was of
course, correct, much to your dismay. For you, there wasn't a way to contain the control over your
body with pantalone fucking so roughly into you, with his hips not losing on stamina, at all.
the smudged gloss on you was certainly tempting him to adjust his pace for a much quicker one,
cupping one of your cheeks to messily rub his thumb over your pouty lips. "fuck, you're a mess." as
much as it might sound belittling to some, to you, however, it only made you needier, the growing
ache in between your legs without a doubt, becoming painful, aching for that sweet release he'd
never let you have right away.
if there were any thoughts of you thinking pantalone wasn't a good man, an asshole, he'd make sure
to fuck it out of your brain, out of your body and out of your mind, dragging his cock over your
twitching walls with a pleased smile on him. Pantalone tumbled forward into your embrace as your
cunt tightened around him, holding his balance with one hand located on the headboard.
his hips were stuttering, with his pace becoming uneven as he watched your breasts bounce back
and forth from the impact he inflicted on you. "my stupid baby." he creeped closer to you with your
nails digging into his shoulders as he repeated his sentence with his voice making it sound like he
was actually proud of fucking you stupid.
how, was he supposed to fit in you? that was the question, wasn't it? it's not as if capitano was
intentionally huge, even still he had to admit to himself that the little tingle of pride and authority
that would surge through him whenever you struggle was beyond real, it stirred him on for more.
"it doesn't fit." if he didn't know any better, capitano would think you're throwing a tantrum in
midst of it all, his large cock resting on your cunt and jolting up whenever he'd try to push himself
past your hole, feeling all the more heavy on your sensitive folds.
"one more try, love." you're entirely grateful that he was so patient with you, so careful with
capitano handling you like the most fragile being he'd ever come across to. His concentrated
expression cut the nervousness out of your body, pulling his lower lip in between his sharp teeth
while lining himself back up with your tightness.
one of his hands held onto your hips, keeping you close to him with the warmness of his palm
filling you with great caress, calming your shuddering body down. At first, he'd always playfully
try to push his tip in and out, testing on how far you could get him. Your legs shivered violently,
the position you were in was uncomfortable when you weren't actually moving, slightly whining as
you felt his tip flick on your hole.
it was one moment that counted, to phrase it better, one second. In this very second, capitano
dragged both your hips towards him while simultaneously digging his heavy cock into your tight
cunt, snapping himself forward at last as you cried out his name, over and over again, your eyes
dwelling up with tears with your body radiating the fullness through your veins.
"just like that." sensitive to every little move from him, you cradled him in your arms, resting your
head on his broad shoulder as you whined out yet again, carefully adjusting to his size. Warmth,
lust, passion, those three things proceeded to carve themselves as you welcomed the overwhelming
pleasure in your body.
+ /
as expected from scaramouche, he became greedy with his sweet little antics with his sharp teeth
digging into the soft insides of your thigh. As a matter of fact, he'd usually go pretty fast, it's as if
he thought that time would somehow run out for the both of you. Yet right now, in this moment, all
movements were slowed, the silence in his sounds were contradicting the devastating pressure of
his teeth.
your heart wasn't capable to beat properly, not with scaramouche playing with you light that,
painfully sloppy sucks on your thighs were more than enough to keep you going. Judging by the
way you were moaning out right now, hastily with whines, he deducted that it might become too
much for you.
in that case, scaramouche carefully stretched his hand out to you, without actually stopping himself
from drawing out yet another bite on your thighs, gently letting his fingers brush over your bare
skin. The tiny hairs on your neck stood up, with a hum of confirmation giving him the assurance he
desired.
close up, his fake demeanor would break into small pieces with your touch on him, the shield he
continued to build in order to not get hurt, splintering with another shiver from your thighs. The
reactions he could get out of you were surreal, only enhancing said factor when his fingers circled
around your slightly wet panties, hooking his digits into the flimsy fabric to pull it aside.
you could barely see anything with your eyes blurry, he placed the flat of his palm on your stomach
before leaping a straight line in between your folds, to, for starters, taste you on his tongue. "look at
your thighs." his brows furrowed as he dragged his wet muscle on your shaking folds with your
eyes falling to your thighs that were coated with various teeth marks.
"all marked up and mine to take." your entire body was held tight with tension and pleasure, the
sentence which held a sound akin to trust and happiness, impacted your breath to quicken with heat
prickling on your cheeks. Your hands found their way to his head, gently massaging his scalp as
another hum of affirmation crossed his lips.

ও wanting them to cum inside
Chapter Summary
୨୧ you want them to cum inside feat. kazuha : childe : xiao : al-haitham : diluc :
zhongli : kaeya x fem! reader
the first time you mentioned it to kazuha, giving him permission to spill himself inside of you, he
quite frankly thought he was dreaming, or misunderstood your request.
"are you sure?" he wanted to make it clear, get another confirmation of trust you put in him, his
stomach bubbling in anticipation to hear your response. You didn't say anything, rather did you
want to show him instead on how much you stood behind your words, wrapping your arms tighter
around his body so he'd be deeper in your cunt, reach all the places you wanted him to reach.
"okay." he's panting heavily, "leave it to me." unable to hide a smile from you, his breath tickled
your lips when he continued his pace on you, his hips working wonders with each thrust while his
hands pulled your knees up, hooking them over his shoulders. With the position you were currently
in, it was perfect for kazuha to pour himself as deep as he wanted to, his cock twitching inside you
with your walls engulfing him fully. Without forgetting on how beautiful the sight of your breasts
slightly squeezing together looked in this position.
kazuha leaned forward until his head was resting on your neck, latching onto the sensitive skin and
nibbling softly on it before his hips stuttered, his tempo and ruts becoming uneven as you cried out
his name, back arching into his body with kazuha finally bringing the both of you to your climax,
feeling how his seed filled you to the brim.
he gently pushed himself out, only to dig back in again, watching how his cum was pooling out
with his shaft being coated in pure filth. Kazuha's muscles relaxed, a faint amount of sweat was
visible on his forehead with his hair strands sticking onto it, yet he couldn't be happier right now.
no time for you to adjust your irregular breathing when you noticed the added weight on top of you
with childe towering over your body, his hips grinding into your warmth. Much to your pleasure,
you detected the veins on his v line which were faintly visible under his thin skin, pulsating with
adrenaline.
for you, it was impossible to remain still in this predicament, not with childe being so unbelievably
sexy in front of your eyes, fucking you otherworldly when the first of many whines ruined your
sweet, pretty mouth with his gaze fixated on you, never daring to look away.
"your eyes are so fucking gorgeous." a light sheen of sweat draped itself on his forehead with his
words sounding like sweet honeydew. The slapping sounds of your skin were maddening, with you
wanting nothing more than to feel his seed coat your twitching walls.
"please, cum in me." you practically sobbed the words out, uncontrollably shaking with his hands
soothing your body. he was leaning in, childe pressed his soft lips on yours with the relentless pace
of his hips pushing you into the mattress. With the way your walls were wrapped around him
expertly, he was very much aware that he wouldn't be able to hold out any longer, teetering on the
edge and mesmerized by how wet you got.
"i'll do as you command." feeding off your lust filled energy, he applied more pressure, your cunt
soaking him thoroughly which developed his at first, precise thrusts, to uneven ruts into your
sobbing hole, milking him for all he's worth.
"there you go baby." he circled his hips on you when his cock reached the deepest most
pleasurable places in your cunt as you curved your spine up, welcoming him. Trembling, an
obvious aftereffect as you felt his cum on you, it was warm with you gasping at the contact. the
inevitable flow of fluid roaming down the insides of your thighs when he pulled away,
"fuck baby, what a mess we made, wouldn't you agree?"
now now, with your fingernails scratching down xiao's back, together with bite marks on his neck,
you could say he was fucking you good tonight, more so mesmerizing. Naturally, you were for
certain that he in fact, didn't even realize how good he had taken care of you in this very moment,
which felt so much more intense than any other day.
those nights, were simply the best, your bodies working in tandem, unable to keep your fingers to
yourself while roaming your hands on his defined chest, muscles flexing.
your cunt fluttered slightly, sobbing with your essence coating his shaft, so messy it was already
viewable on him. The whiteness on his cock would serve as both a motivation to xiao, but also as a
way to notice that the both of you were indeed, very close to that sweet release of yours.
"xiao, please." his body draped over you, shoving himself closer so he could listen to what you had
to tell him, "please cum inside me." xiao himself did not know how he possibly overcame the
desire to moan upon hearing your request, mind tinkering.
well, he wasn't a man of words, instead, he preferred to show you. The excitement in his nodding
was adorable, cute even, making you bite your lips back as you lolled your head into the pillow,
feeling his thick cock twitch in you, straining your walls.
then, it hit him, roaming into his veins as he groaned into the pit of his stomach, shooting himself
inside of you until you were practically overflowing with thick ropes of white.
his hips continued to stutter, even after emptying himself completely. In his eyes, it was something
much different, not only was he noticing the twitching from your walls, but the mere thought of
you trusting him so much, made his heart flutter.
well, in all honesty, al-haitham knew what he needed to do and what it would take to send you
hurtling towards oblivion, with your skin shaking and trembling, hidden by his ever so perfect
body.
"be good to me." his voice had something akin to confidence mixed with undeniable lust in it.
with only a momentary sign of peace and most importantly, being able to catch your breath again,
he abruptly started driving his cock back in, thrusting himself back as your body convulsed sweet
pleasure and passion on him.
rubbing a hand over his cheek you got him towards your warm lips, the noises and tiny pleas being
purely pornographic with him trying to keep them memorized forever. Al-haitham wondered how
much you were able to take tonight, groaning into the kiss when he felt you nipple on his lower lip,
pulling away. "please cum in me."
a slight pause, before he rose an eyebrow at you, "are you sure?" his heavy pants draped
themselves over his question, content and bringing his attention to you. "i'm not asking, i'm telling
you."
it was clear that he adored whenever you became slightly bossy with your antics, more so straight
up told him what you needed and craved right this millisecond. "well, have your way then."
when he returned to his usual pace, you dragged your nails into his shoulders in an attempt to keep
yourself steady. It was somehow impossible to have any form of control when al-haitham was
fucking you this hard.
your cheeks were burning hot, as if someone quite literally lit them on fire with al-haitham's
showing a rosy tint, pupils dilated. You squirmed with his hips jerking into your warmth, his cock
was thick and filling all the right places, almost as if he was made for your pleasure alone.
the few sloppy thrusts were all it took to bring the both of you over the edge, the tightened feeling
in the deeps of your stomach breaking in two with you releasing yourself around his cock, al-
haitham following suit immediately. He choked back a moan when he felt you tighten around him,
dragging his tongue over his lips in concentration as he spilled himself in you generously.
your arousal was awaiting him, melting as one with it oozing out of your convulsed cunt, indulging
in the sight.
diluc was sorry, so incredibly sorry but he simply couldn‘t change the rough pace into something
more soothing tonight, or slow.
with that, the energy in him released, pairing itself with the adrenaline taking a hold of his veins.
Your pupils were blown, wide, the blood pounding in your ears as he drew himself back, splitting
your hole open with his stiff cock.
his head fell low to watch the mess in between your bodies, his erected member hardened and
archons, was it painful to him, even so unbearable.
diluc cradled you in his arms, pushing himself back and forth with your slicked up bodies sticking
together.
"tell me." obvious to you, it was difficult for him to speak, not with the way you clenched down on
him, held him tightly with your raw walls trembling and jerking together.
"How do you want me tonight?" you could say it was a slight habit of his, leaving the choice to
you and you alone. You were so incredibly good to him tonight, letting him have your way with
you, fucking you so unbelievably sinfully.
"inside, please." the ache in your throat was evident, the continues amounts you cried out his name
in ecstasy, hips trembling with the sounds of sex and pleasure ringing in your ears. Whenever diluc
huffed, more so groaned from the twitching of your abused walls, you could‘ve released just about
this second.
for someone who normally did a pretty god job controlling himself, diluc now wasn‘t able to hold
onto those expactations, snapping himself relentlessly into your heat at your words that you
allowed him to empty himself in you.
your spine arched with your head thrown back, the rapid change in your muscles flexing as he
grinded himself just one, two, three times before slowing down, managing to roll his hips just a
couple more when his cock sent his seed in thick ribbons of white towards you, plastering your
velvety walls to the brim.
"diluc, fuck." surrendering to the sensation of being marked in such a filthy way, he rolled himself
next to you before actually crushing you with his weight, watching your face slowly succumb into
your very much deserved afterglow together with your cunt fluttering around nothing other than his
semen.
the rush of wetness in your lower region had zhongli smirking, not denying the fact that you were
incredibly close right now, so close your body already had begun to tingle with sharp shocks of
pleasure that rippled into your skin.
as much as he adored having you squirm, clench and sob uncontrollably at his rough pace, he
himself couldn‘t extend the durability of his body, craving to cum himself.
the gaps in between your sharp pants of lust were filled with his name, rolling it off your tongue
and keeping it there, only for him to hear and get off on. Zhongli truly couldn‘t remember the last
time you were so eager, so relentlessly desperate as you wrapped your legs around his waist,
drawing your heels into his back.
with the way his body was situated now, his pelvis begun to stimulate your sweet bundle of nerves,
building your orgasm. "please fill me up, please." the soft traces of tears in your eyes had him
shudder, more so did it bring him closer to his own climax, his head now buried in your neck to
whisper a soft word of reassurance in your ear, licking the thin skin up to your collarbone.
his hips quickened at the maddening sensation when he suddenly lifted your hips off the mattress
with his bare hands, dragging you back and forth with said tempo of his, giving you the most
tremendous experience of all time. All the emotions couldn‘t be possibly expressed with his cock
splitting you open like that, a tiny yet pleasurable amount still bubbling in your core.
focused, his mind shattered, pressing his cock towards the throbbing pit into your warmth when he
poured himself in together with you spasming around his girth. With that, his cum was leaking out
of you upon the moment of him pulling away. The soothing moisture in you was passionately
familiar, you had missed that feeling, savouring it for all its worth.
the sounds of filthy moans rippled through your throat, with kaeya working its way to your release,
his familiar smell and rough touch all too overwhelming for you to keep your voice down.
except, that in reality, you wanted more. In truth, you haven't seen each other in a while, the carnal
desire of him pouring himself into your core was a maddening thought indeed, so maddening you
were in some sort of delirious haze, your eyes half open with electrifying ripples getting the tiny
hairs on your back to stand up.
nervous about the deprived desire in you, you folded your arms around your lovers neck, holding
him into your embrace. Steady as usual, kaeya rolled his hips into you with an angle that had you
both feeling good, but also brushed against the little spot he was very much aware you went crazy
over.
you see, nothing else mattered to him, only he wanted to be able to pleasure you with his heavy
cock stuffing you to the hilt, sinfully sheathed in you while barely being kept in by your walls.
He'd always slid it out, before pulling it back in smoothly, his teasing nature getting a significant
grasp on him.
"hmm." his satisfied humming brushed against the shell of your ear, with him slightly repositioning
himself to lock his gaze on yours. "talk to me, baby." your erected nipples brushed over his chest,
with your whines coming out in quickened spurts at his words.
"cum inside me kaeya, i want it." his expression was coated in lust, your voice alone bringing him
over the edge as he kissed your lips messily, teeth colliding with spit draping over your chin.
"anything you want."
your sobbing wetness overthrew the other sounds in the room as the tenderness of his thick cock
inside of your hole was too good, so good in fact your muscles began to clench on him, strain,
resulting in his mostly even thrusts turning hectic, yet restless.
he drove deeper, showing himself as much as the position would allow it when your attention
turned to your lower region, curling himself close to you with your orgasm approaching together,
shattering and breathtaking with you being unable to catch a breather.
you cried out his name, so often it felt like your throat was beginning to burn as kaeya crammed
you up with his cum, overflowing and archons did he cum a lot. The mixture of fluids was shining
through the dimly lid room upon drawing himself out, with his cock still rather erect, shooting
additional ropes of his seed on your stomach.
spent, you plopped back into the mattress, your skin being coated in filth with kaeya preparing to
clean you up afterwards.

ও saying they're too big
Chapter Summary
୨୧ saying they're too big for you feat. zhongli : pantalone : al-haitham : diluc : heizou :
childe : dottore x fem! reader
zhongli was gentle with you, mild and patient, putting the most effort into foreplay to get you
properly wet and ready for him, his tongue working wonders on your sweet little cunt that could
barely wait any longer.
however, it always hurt at first, the pain rippling through your veins and rushing into your blood as
he pushed past the tight entrance, inch by inch yet barely being able to bury half of him in you,
"you're too big." you suddenly mutter in a whiny voice, warm tears welling up in your eyes as you
blinked them away, "we'll make it work." his words alone sounded like a charm, as if he put a spell
on you which had calmed you down almost immediately.
of course, you gave yourself to him, completely, his lips pressing soft kisses on your warm cheeks
and brushing the tears off your face. Zhongli traced over the natural curves of your breasts before
placing one of his hands on top of your clit, rubbing the shuddering bundle of thin skin with his
middle and ring finger.
with a sense of awe, he tore your gaze to him, zhongli did nothing, said nothing, focused again on
his cock parting your hole. Perceiving his warm, with his huge girth and the soft skin feeling like
velvet, different in comparison to his coarse shoves.
in a futile attempt to soothe your shudders, zhongli continued to caress you fully, with you audibly
noticing the love and devotion he held for you. He'd rather hurt himself than pain you, he's
attentive, will never draw his attention off your body so he'd always notice when you might
become uncomfortable again.
by all means, it wasn't as if you didn't like the rough pace pantalone would mostly go for, more so
did you encourage it quite often. It was all in an attempt to soothe his mind, the painfully long
working hours continued to take a toll on him so it was only natural for you to let him have his way
with you, as he needed and craved it.
the dark and intimate aura that'll crawl over your body while you're on all fours with pantalone
keeping you steadied with his hands, rubbing his palms on the skin of your behind. His cock was as
always, stiff and erect, huge, he was definitely a grower but not only that, his girth was impressive,
maddening and somehow beyond reality.
"you're too big, it's not fitting."

oddly enough, in an attempt to pull himself past the tightness, his cock brushed up your hole,
missing it and not being able to spread you for him. This would happen ever so often, pantalone
could already hear your whimpers and whines which sounded like a tiny tamper tantrum thrown
around.
"come on, i know you're capable of taking me all."
lowering his head, pantalone spread you apart with his hands to give you a tentative lick, before
properly melting as one with your fluids, proceeding to turn you wetter. He tightly held onto your
behind, nudging and squeezing around the soft flesh with his eyes closed in concentration.
wriggling his tongue just a couple more times, he moved his hand to his thick shaft, lining himself
back up again. "lets see now, shall we." the difference in size was ridiculous, he was dragging his
tip over your folds when trying to push himself in. Thankfully, this time it worked, still, pantalone
was more than overwhelmed with the resistance that eroded within, moaning within gasps.
your lover truly sounded beautiful, his tone low, dark and so unbelievably delicious, your walls
twitching with him finally working his hips on you.
with your eyes in a smoldering gaze, you watched as al-haitham carefully positioned himself in
between your thighs while stroking his stiff cock. Your face ignited with warmth, letting your
hands fall to the side while relishing endlessly in between those moments.
shattering the silence, al-haitham groaned deeply, the first, of many, tiny splotch of white pooling
down the slit of his tip. He continued to stroke himself in front of your core before dragging his tip
over your hole, his erected cock swelling in his hand.
perhaps, finally being consumed by the annoying feeling of impatience, al-haitham thought he
might as well just snap himself in, without actually thinking it through. Sometimes you really could
smack him into oblivion, it's as if he somehow forgot how fucking huge he was.
naturally, he only managed to get half of him sheathed in with your cunt flitting around his length,
spasming and somehow trying to hold him in you. Your legs shivered around his broad body with
your hips unable to arch up into him, fluids staining your folds. "you're too big, al-haitham."
"do you want me to stop? my hypothesis is that you're not relaxed enough."
damned is he with his stupid hypothesis as you rolled your at him, huffing out your annoyance. Of
course, he wouldn't do anything you were uncomfortable with, tangling his fingers in your hair
without moving a muscle on his hips. But there was more, clearly more, and he groaned when you
involuntarily flexed around him, his object of his desire and longing which was you, right in front
of him struggling like that, what a maddening sight.
"I'm relaxed, shut up." you spat hoarsely, in a whispery tone, lowering your head to watch you
struggle when he proceeded to place his thumb on your clit, gently adding pleasure until he noticed
a reaction from you, your hips jolting forward. "you're not, let me help."
there really was no end when you'd have an argument like this with your boyfriend, so you decided
to give it a rest, but also giving yourself a mental note to search for some snarky responses in the
near future should this happen again.
all the reassurance came over you as he leaned in, with you taking him a bit more now, slowly,
time wrapped around your finger and truly enjoyed the moment together after all.
to explain the way diluc would made you feel with his cock, was certainly a combination of torture
and bliss. One of his favorite positions continued to be prone bone, with him very well knowing
how tight you'd be in that spot.
pulling the foreskin down with his free hand, diluc prodded against your core, he wanted to picture
it in his mind, engrave the feeling forever when he applied pressure. His facial expression was one
of a concentrated kind with pain burning through your opening after every inch pulled in.
"this isn't working diluc, you're too big."
although being used to a treatment like this, tonight you couldn't see yourself actually succeeding in
this position, voicing your concern. "wait, we might change that." diluc handled you with great
caress, you were always so unbelievably nice and understanding to him, the last thing he would
want to do is for you to actually get hurt by him, in one way or another.
taking all the time you needed, he pulled himself out again before looping one of his hands under
your hips, slightly dragging you up. Your stomach was still flushed on the mattress, but now your
ass was curved up much greater with the help of his support.
"lets try again, okay?"
with a tiny nod, you rested your head on the pillow under you, keeping your lower region perked
up as he yet again, ruled himself up to get dragged in after. Your body was tense, diluc digging
himself in like that would still hurt, his girth was one of an impressive size, but he still managed to
make it a bit more comfortable to you.
the wetness on you grew when diluc began to pound into you lightly, testing on how far he could
take it, making your head spin from the sinful combination of both pleasure and pain rippling
through your veins with the pain soon dissolving into nothingness.
as nerve wrecking as it was, heizou continued to toy with you, he wouldn't want it any other way
and neither would you if you were being completely honest to yourself.
in truth, you weren't thinking about how he'd possibly fit in your mouth, you noticed how heizou
continued to study you while you lowered yourself on the cold floor, how his eyes sparkled in
something akin to love and adoration, mesmerized with your beauty.
openmouthed, you were breathing hard with his cock bare in full view. You swirled your tongue
around him to taste his skin, the slight saltiness of his pre pulling out intense fantasies from your
thoughts. Heizou's cheeks flushed red upon making contact with your lips, more so did he grow
frustrated over time, he needed you, right now.
his hands came forward to hold your head, helping you pull him in as you already gurgled around
his shaft, closing your eyes. With that, his hips hitched at your rhythm, still panting hard and
blinking with his mouth gaped wide.
afraid of pushing your buttons or turning this into an uncomfortable situation, heizou abruptly
pulled out of your warm mouth, lowering his head while holding your check with his free hand.
"too much?" you had a slight trouble of meeting his eyes because of your current state being
embarrassing to you, holding yourself onto his thighs.
"you're too big, don't act like you don't know."
you could certainly notice the effect those words had on heizou, his eyes bright with his muscles
knotted with a complete different tension than before. You could say it gave him an immense ego
boost, the wry smirk on his lips only confirming said thesis.
"i'll be gentler than baby, i didn't know you still had trouble taking me."
your breathing was becoming even with your jaw relaxing. Heizou yet again, placed his cock on
your tongue, dragging it down your mouth with the sound of choked moans roaming into the room.
It felt magnificent how his cock twitched on your wet muscle, flaring your nostrils a bit to have
your breathing controlled.
with that, he began to flood your mouth, dragging himself raw into you while making sure that you
were comfortable. "see, you can do it after all." obviously you couldn't respond and heizou knew
that, maybe that's why he said something in the first place to see you struggle yet again. His hands
helped you bob yourself back and forth his impressive length with his head tilted to the side, chest
heaving and continuing to become more erratic.
yet the strangled moans you voiced around his girth were certainly the very thing that brought him
over the edge at last.
this day turned out a bit different than childe and you would've expected it. Slowly and almost as if
by their own volition, his hands helped you crawl up to straddle his hips while he lolled himself
back into the soft cushions.
the sight of his stiff cock resting on his pelvis was giving your stomach a little lurch forward, in a
satisfying way. Your fingers brushed along the edge of his erection, hugging his length with your
hand to steady it in front of your hole.
"i missed you so much." childe‘s hoarse words broke the silence in the room, his sentence turning
you on further when you smiled at him, the sense of comfort and safety surging into the warmth of
the room.
"i missed you too, you have to tell me about inazuma after we're done."
childe dug his fingers into your skin, nodding as a response when you rose your hips up, prodding
his tip against your cunt before attempting to lower yourself. Wit that, ajax‘ attention fully focused
down south on where you both fused into each other, adding additional support to your play with
his broad hands on your body.
somehow you knew it would happen again, the soreness of your cunt split open sparing no effort to
make it more difficult for you. Exhaling in a barely audible moan, you whinced upon trying to
lower yourself just a bit more when childe‘s hands on you tightened.
"don‘t force it." his reaction was a reward on its own, you knew your boyfriend was content and
attentive towards your feelings and comfort, but witnessing it first hand always left a warm
softness in your gut. "you‘re too big, i can't help it."
the mix of a laugh and moan he grazed you with upon hearing your response made him feel proud,
growing his confidence as he watched his swollen tip get pulled in. "let me help, it‘s okay baby, i
got you." it wasn't the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last when he removed one of his
hands off your hips, placing them on your stomach instead to have his thumb push down on your
clit.
involuntarily and without an ounce of self control, your body jolted forward, together with
lowering yourself just a bit, barely an inch. Of course, his little circles on your sensitivity felt good,
smooth and warm and really did help you to lose focus on the slight pain.
In a fixed position you concentrated your thoughts on the movements of his thumb while
simultaneously lowering yourself, gently rutting your hips into his fingers together with drawing
him into your walls.
the chorus of whines and pleasure you'd show him, you'd gift him, were turning his mind into a
puddle of water, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly, "i'm never leaving ever again."
his fingers threaded through his unruly hair with him brushing it back while the exploration of your
body became more passionate, an obvious factor for that being how fixated dottore was on the
way his cock was resting on your wet folds.
in a way, both his interest on you scared and intrigued you at the same time, of course you weren't
certain what exactly he had planned for you but right now anything negative that would somehow
flood your mind, would in the same heartbeat, dissolve into dust, pleasure and desire taking a grasp
on your soul.
the lust was written over dottore's face upon attempting to push himself past the agonizing
tightness of your core. Your stomach fluttered with nervousness, a slight jolt of electricity drawing
itself out of your body when you sensed his swollen tip in you, engulfed by your walls.
you rose your feet, feeling numb when dottore tried to let you take more of him, trembling with
your lips gaped open. "wait." placing your palm on his chest to keep him apart from you, you
locked his gaze.
"it's too big for me, it's not going to work."
dottore looked straight into your eyes upon hearing you speak, a smile curved up on the corners of
his lips chasing away all your doubts. "that can't possibly be the case, you're made for me." there
was an ease between you when he cupped your cheek, pulling you into a kiss even though his
words irritated you. Wanting nothing more than to be close to him, you deepened the kiss,
responding to his lust for you.
"I'll go slow tonight then, you should be grateful." there it was again, you figured, whenever
dottore would do or say something remotely cute, he'd soon after add anything that'll bury the
sweetness of his antics, not to mention bury them for good.
"turn around, it'll be easier that way." you did as he commands, flipping yourself over so your
stomach was pressed against the mattress, happiness filling your heart as you got on all fours,
relieved when he steadied himself.
this position certainly was making it far less difficult, indulging in the growing sense of pleasure
when dottore tried to yet again, push himself past you. You were in awe, allowing him to separate
you with a growing sense of fullness and completion giving your lust away, together with your
wetness drawing itself on his length.
"see, what did I tell you? don't doubt me again."

ও pussy drunk
Chapter Summary
୨୧ he turns pussy drunk feat. ayato : diluc : kazuha : zhongli : childe : cyno x fem!
reader
the moans were pulled out of your throat in mere seconds, with ayato's head resting in between
your thighs, nibbling on your folds. It was obvious he was stressed again, naturally his work being
the trigger for his tensed muscles.
gradually your warmth sank in with him, even though ayato was exhausted and tired, your
familiarity soothed his body and soul, smothering you with the attention you deserved. Your pulse
was quick on your chest, his fingers caressing along your belly before finding their rightful place
on your breasts, squeezing the skin with the flesh pooling out in between his fingers.
in a way, you noticed how far gone he had gotten after he lapped at your clit, hungrily devouring
your sensitivity. It wasn't often for ayato to invest as much time as he did now on being intimate
with you, it would mostly be a few quickies here and there before he had to go back to fulfill his
duties as the yashiro commissioner.
with the room getting hotter the second, you felt your body become sweaty, dampening the sheets
under you while ayato moved one of his hands towards your cunt, spreading your folds apart.
Shuddering at the subtle touch, you whined as his rough tongue flattened on you, kitty licking and
sucking on your clit without a care in the world.
"ayato.." your hands tangled in his hair, pulling on his strands while beginning to grind your hips
into his tongue, resulting in his nose nudging your clit, rubbing into the shivering nerves with what
felt like thousand bolds entering your throbbing cunt. "just one more." it was a surprise that you
were even able to decipher what he was saying, with the way his face was melted into your sweet
little pussy like that.
you desperately tried to hold back as long as you could to savour his tongue on your cunt yet you
already felt your climax tingle in your body, goosebumps rising onto your skin. His lips wrapped
on your clit, closing them before sucking on the thin flesh while simultaneously rubbing his tongue
on you, gathering your juices to taste them.
you bit your lip with your toes curling in, the hold on his hair developing into a tight possessive
grip ayato so very much adored noticing on his scalp. It would evoke a feeling of authority in him,
that he alone was able to get you to that level of neediness.
for him, it was all about loyalty, devotion and complete obedience. On a surface level, the yashiro
commissioner wouldn't show his affection towards anyone, building a hard wall in front of every
possible emotion that could slip past his control.
yet, when he was finally alone, with the person he cherished, yearned for and held in highest
regards, ayato could finally be free and that's what he wanted to show you when you were intimate
with each other.
of course, he might become lost in his tempo, forgetting when to stop playing with your core,
mustering all his expertise to bring you to your orgasm. Fading into complete lust, you began to
arch your back off the mattress, the last motion before you were releasing with ayato being aware
of that fact.
with the couple more touches of his tongue on you, not to mention his slick covered fingers still
keeping your folds apart. He listened to your promising voice, a chorus of sweet delight when
grazing him with your sweet climax, moaning at the vibrations you made.
the taste of your fluids were slightly bitter, yet so familiar, comfortable and perfect. The texture
gooey on his muscle when he prodded it out to show you, his eyes lever leaving your gaze.
diluc really couldn't get enough of you, truly. His head was lolling back upon flooding your
throbbing cunt with his seed, thoughts swirling into a deep haze of additional desire upon noticing
the tiny flutters of your hole.
with that, he greedily grinded himself back in, draping his body over yours to engage you in a kiss.
It was sloppy, more tongue than actual lips were mapping out every nook and cranny of you,
leaving nothing unturned. Diluc wanted to be deeper, fill you up again, more, groans aching to
come out of his throat when you whined his name.
"you're too much love, but i need more."
by his usual observation of your body, he noticed how spent you had gotten, but diluc just had to
feel you this one last time before letting your rest. In his eyes, it wasn't possible to stop right now,
his cock already back to being erected, standing straight with a slight curve to it.
upon dragging his girth back into your hole, your body jolted with sweet electricities through your
skin, overstimulating your sensitive nerves with his impressive length. His cock was sticky with
your fluids and his cum, the thrusting of his lips uncoordinated and sloppy with your thighs
shivering around his narrow waist.
you poised underneath him, your hands holding onto his shoulders, lips pursed together with
something familiar and hot twisting in the deep ends of your stomach, drawing your head to your
lover to meet his hungry gaze again.
you were so hot and squishy inside, digging his hips deeper and slightly wiggling them to ravish
the reactions of your body that were melting into the bed, hips stuttering when you climaxed.
spasming heavy on him and archons, how hot you looked while doing it, a small smile curling onto
diluc‘s lips to tell you how perfect you did for him tonight.
how pleasantly his cock would rest in between your folds was beyond him, life felt heavy on
kazuha's body, so dense he was morphing into a desperate frustrated mess.
fuck, it happened again, watching how his swollen cock would slip past your folds, collect your
filthy juices and rub them over your skin and thighs, turning you into an utter mess. His lips parted
with tiny pleas blurting out.
"i have missed you so dearly." his words tingled around your ears, your eyes filled with a pleading
tone so he'd finally fuck all his frustration into you.
kazuha licked his lips in concentration, grabbing his cock in his palm to spread your fluids on his
shaft, a wicked thrill charging over his bare skin. You found yourself out of breath, the erotic sight
in front of you being the one and only reason as to why.
the pleasure as he snapped himself forward nearly shocked you, with your eyes welling up in tears
when he started pumping himself in, bodies moving in tandem. The shade on kazuha's cheeks were
adorable, red with a faint pink undertone when he pulled his hair strands away, brushing them
behind.
you arched your spine, letting your hands dance around your chest while haltering your fingers on
your tits, playing with your erected nipples. fuck, he was barely able to contain himself at the sight,
moaning with his eyes rolling in the back of his head. Shoving himself even harder in you, your
body jolted forward, your tight cunt squeezing him dry when grabbing around his girth, letting go
again.
kazuha was certainly drunk, drunk of pleasure and the gradual loss of his body, succumbing into
lust and desire, his hips stuttering on your soreness while he inflicted additional overstimulation on
you at last.
zhongli's slender fingers were soaked in your juices, this was how he enjoyed watching you
squirm, not with his thick cock dragging himself into your folds, but with you cutely sitting on his
lap with your legs spread, having quite some troubles to keep them apart while he was working
wonders on you, your mind capturing the moments forever.
repeating your moans like a chain of whispers, you lowered your head on his shoulders, chest
heaving with both anticipation to finally cum and frustration that despite everything, zhongli still
continued to tease you.
your hand grabbed on his wrist, greedily looping your fingers around him before motioning him
the pace on how you craved it the most, his jaw gaped open at your bold move. In truth, it was
zhongli's favorite part, when you were fed up with him and voiced what you wanted. "need me to
go faster?"
if you weren't already so close to releasing, you would've smacked the pseudo innocent smirk off
his lips, because he knew the answer, very well.
zhongli could truly get lost in giving you pleasure with his fingers, of course, fucking you roughly
into the mattress was an experience on its own, yet having you splayed out like that, thighs
shivering with the control of your body leaving you on your own, it satisfied some gut-deep need in
him.
"zhongli, please, I'm tired."
you grabbed your breast to squeeze hard, fondling with your nub for his eyes to see as he panted
out a light laugh, "this will be the last one, you have my word." something you certainly haven't
expected, was when he abruptly dragged his fingers in you deeper, now being swallowed whole.
it was better than he had imagined, the feeling of closeness and a taste of accomplishment surged
through his body into his fingers, which were coveted in your silky substance.
your hole fluttered around his digits in desperation, your core demanding more pleasure when
zhongli expertly thrusted his thumb up your clit, nudging the thin pulsating veins as you bucked
your hips up involuntarily.
zhongli tightened his grip as he resumed the plunging when you soon came all over his palm with a
loud cry, toes curling and your legs at last giving up on you, dropping on the floor while still being
brim full.
zhongli pulled out, covered with your essence as he forced his digits into his mouth, sucking on the
rough skin and gathering your slick on his tongue, humming in delight. The slight embarrassment
you felt wasn't hiding the lust written across your face upon listening to his groans, wilting under
his gaze on you.
in an already failed attempt to hide it, childe‘s groans cut through his throat like broken glass. The
plush of your ass was pressed tightly against his erected groin, his cock resting in between your
cheeks before searching for your hole again.
what had started as a wholesome cuddling session, soon developed into something the both of you
secretly yearned for. "that‘s all mine, yeah?"
his hands were planted on your hips, greedily dragging his stiff cock back into your core while his
muscled up arms help you on him. It stung a little but you didn‘t care, frantically nodding your
head to answer his question.
upon clenching down on him, ajax began to move faster, stronger, the dimly lid room enhancing
your natural features and making them glow. Eyes dropping low, you cradled your head to the side
to place a sloppy kiss on his lips, deepening it.
the twitch of his cock felt good, so good it had your messy hole sob uncontrollably. Childe was a
master at controlling himself, his endurance being otherworldly but even he had troubles gathering
himself right now.
truth is, he was needy, every stroke in rhythm with your bouncing tits was a maddening sight
indeed with his mouth gaped wide, words dying in his throat.
breathless and so unbelievably tired, your orgasm washed over you upon tightening your hold
around his girth, the rings of sex and sloppy noises bouncing off the walls when you spasmed on
him, arching your back.
childe held you flushed straight on his stomach to rule over your jolting body, his pace never
faltering yet it did become uneven, messy and without a single ounce of control left in his blood.
"that‘s right, let it all go baby." he quietly hummed against the shell of your ear, filling your wet
hole and smearing your walls with his seed.
snatching your wrists into his palm, cyno dragged them above your head to keep them there while
impatiently shoving himself back in filthy hole.
the sweet sensations riveted through your skin, enhancing your lust to him when you rose your legs
up to wrap them around his hips. "you're so wet again." he said it just above a tiny whisper on your
lips, humming in between breaths when he rocked his hips back and forth on your overworked
cunt.
especially now with how you were holding your legs onto cyno to steady yourself it was to no
avail, being pushed right back into the cushions when he bottomed out completely. The passion
swirled moans bubbled in your throat, breasts jumping in tune with the painfully fast tempo of his
restless hips.
a grunt left his gaped open mouth upon noticing how hard your nipples were brushing on his toned
chest, pinning you down heavily with the addition of his weight. The thin skin on your wrists were
beginning to itch with how resistant he was holding onto it, but somehow those teasing antics, not
to mention the slight loss of control turned you on even more, enjoying how he moved in you.
"look at you, so beautiful."
your ears had tears written across them with your pupils slightly dilated, relishing how his heavy
cock marked you to the brim. Within a few seconds, you got yourself into a writhing mess, sobbing
uncontrollably with cyno drinking it all up.
cyno adored how you squeezed around him, how you signaled him that you were close but fuck, so
was he, drunk on how wet and dirty you got on his length, your poor cunt barely able to keep him
in without becoming irritated.
his entire body tensed as his climax was right around the corner, his demeaning thrusts turning
reckless. Nothing came out of his mouth except a few harsh grunts that he so desperately tried to
keep in his chest when euphoria possessed you both.
warmth spilled into you, leaving not an inch of your walls uncoated with how much he was
cumming in you right now, burying all the mess and keeping it hidden in you. Your spent cunt felt
sore, but in awe with your whines not stopping, more so did they turn into incoherent babbles of
pleasure and love.
exhausted, cyno slipped out of you, his cock still semi erect but gradually softening. Letting go of
your wrists, he snaked his arms around your body while sharing each others body heat together,
soothing the aching skin when still being covered in fluids and perspiration, yet cleaning yourself
up could wait for yet another few minutes.

ও he's putting it in for the first time
Chapter Summary
୨୧ putting it in for the first time feat. al-haitham : albedo : kazuha : dainsleif : xiao :
scaramouche x fem! reader
a/n: I need to change the font of all the titles why is it suddenly so disgusting you guys
:((((
there was no real desire to escape this moment, it was only you and al-haitham, together, tangling
within the silken sheets.
it was simply pure, a night of unmixed indulgence.
he had stirred you on just long enough, had fingered your hole loosely so he wouldn't have any
issues with nuzzling his heavy cock in you next.
the both of you never went so far before yet tonight was a different story, each moment fell into
place and the time was simply, right.
"be honest and upfront with me, tell me if it hurts."
al-haitham brushed his soft lips over your jawline, nibbling on the fine skin as he adjusted you
further, beckoning you to wrap your legs around his slim waist, lowering his body at last while
reaching in between you, aligning himself with your hole.
"you can move now." assuring him that you're undoubtedly on board, al-haitham kissed your lips,
keeping his gaze downcast with his heart pumping rapidly in his chest. He was nervous, a thin
layer of sweat embedded right above his brow bone when he naturally let himself get pulled in.
the pressure he put behind was stingy, his girth was remarkable and stretched you open, ready to be
ravished and loved.
you felt safe, stroking your hands along his chiseled chest with your stiff cunt clenching and tilting.
"ah.. fuck." so narrow, he thought to himself, how tight you were, it drove him insane as he
watched the blackness of your pupils swallow up the color of your eyes, succumbing into the
feeling of getting split and filled, your blood rising.
"kiss me please." you're mewling at him, pleading tone meeting his lustful being as he sank into
you, conquering your lips in a mere heart beat, nibbling on your lower lip before capturing it in
between his teeth, pulling away.
your shaking fingers ran along the twitching muscles in his arm, advancing to rise and fall your
pads over his ribcage.
your breath hitched when al-haitham began to move, when he dragged his raw cock over the
insides of your sensitivity, claiming your pussy with his sharp, punctuated ruts, finally.
albedo made a fist on the sheets under you, releasing tension in his muscles.
you could feel him, feel his tip brush over your folds, teasing and taunting your quivering hole. His
face carried an excited glowing, the bend of your natural curves were all the more enticing to
albedo, yet his patience was otherworldly.
albedo wanted to make sure you were comfortable, voicing a humming noise as he bent your legs
and spread them apart, having them fall into you.
his cock was resting on your glistering folds, soaking in the juices you were smearing all over his
length when he met your gaze, wiggling himself forward.
"is it okay for me to begin?" digging his fingers on your chin, he made you kiss him feverishly,
with you affirming it in a nod. Each touch, melted the impatience in your body, rolling your hips
up so he could slide in just perfectly.
"it's pleasant, you feel amazing."
albedo exclaimed in a half moan half groan, revelling in the feeling of your squishy walls closing
around his cock. Your heels dug into the mattress, taking him inch by inch, just a little more,
overrunning him.
"albedo, please faster." his rhythm changed when you twisted around his length, the sparks of
arousal in you messily drooling down with every thrust back into your abused cunt.
your skin was shining with sweat, your breasts erect with your nipples looking swollen when he
wrecked your insides, and archons, you felt incredible, ethereal.
his chest was rising sharply in tune of each thrust and he relaxed, more so melted in you, desperate
for further exploration of your body, experiencing bliss at the mere thought of mapping you out
completely.
kazuha nuzzled himself into your neck, the throb on his cock was agonizing with his eyes
glittering.
you offered up your soul to him and he took it, embraced it and savored you all. You were his
darling and he would always put your pleasure before his own.
your foreheads touched when he tangled his soothing hand over your stomach, outstretching his
arm down to get a hold of his stiff cock, trying to keep the whine out of his voice upon touching it,
he sounded breathless instead.
"i am yours, you're mine."
he proclaimed, crystallizing his mind, his lust darkened eyes barely comprehending your
anticipating body. The blood rich ache in his cock was throbbing as he positioned himself against
your hole, so absolutely contained and calm, he bumped his cock past your flesh.
your breath stuttered and the sweat on your body framed the curve of your breasts as you worked in
tandem, rolling his hips in a constant, even rhythm with your tingling spots shaking.
kazuha had a loving smile curled on the corners of his lips, lowering himself to your face to nudge
your nose with his own. "i love you." your words came out unconsciously, as if they were a natural
response your body had to exclaim.
"i love you too, you're captivating." the blood in kazuha's cheeks boiled with them having a faint
shade of red bubbled on, his long cock delicate in your walls and rubbing over the mushy skin.
kazuha drew his shoulders back to watch your breasts bounce back and forth with his punctuated
thrusts, grabbing one of them and fondling the mounds.
the pain trapped in his lower region was loosening as you milked him dry, the sensation of your
tight cunt turning him in an addicted daze of pure bliss.
his cock spread you open intensly with each pull in and out, your mewls were practically forced out
of your straining throat yet there wasn‘t anything better in this moment.
only kazuha and you losing yourself into each other.
maybe it was due to the fact that in any other case, dainsleif was alone, his company being the
only thing he had.
but seeing you there, bare and splayed out, his striking beauty, a dazzling strip of desire rumbled in
his chest. The ache laced over his pulsating girth was resonating deep inside his body, one push,
just one and he was about to experience joyful bliss far better than he had ever perceived
beforehand.
he tugged at your legs to draw you further, his tip nudging your folds as he slid himself down. The
last thing dainsleif wanted to do was to mess this up, to scare you or make you uncomfortable, he
had to make sure you wanted this as much as he did.
"tell me, do you really want this?"
he held your jaw when you stifled a moan upon feeling his thumb brush over your plump lips.
"yes, i want you."
you fumbled your fingers with his blonde hair to press your lips on top of his, teeth colliding
together as he returned your call, messy and desperate.
dainsleif thought he was dreaming, truly, as if his curse would play dirty tricks on him and made
him hallucinate. Your flesh beneath his hands fell astonishing, his hips were involuntarily grinding
themselves on you with a sense of urgency lying on top of it.
"leave everything to me." your eyes crushed shut with the only thing you could hear being your
own erratic, intimate breathing, your skin prickling and shining with sweat.
the rough pressure of his tip on your flesh followed next, gathering the lust in you upon driving
himself in. Just a bit more and he'd be fully engulfed by you and taken in, squeezed and swallowed.
his cock jerked into you, the slight curve of his length continuously rubbed over your delicious
sweet spot when you arched your spine into him. You knew he was big and heavy but the fullness
still caught you by surprise, leaving you moaning under his towering body.
"how does it feel? don't keep yourself from me." as uncoordinated as his thrusts were, they were
rough and deep, the excitement he felt was noticeable as you wrapped your arms around his neck to
nibble on his lip. "you feel amazing."
he was losing himself in it, in you, in your kind words and patience you always had left for him.
The sound of his greedy, raw drags were roaming loudly in his ears and coaxed him on to continue,
clasping his hands clumsily in your hair.
"lay down for me."
xiao's hands were gripping you like iron, keeping you pinned against the bed with his eyes
gleaming a look you have never seen before, flickering golden, circling an eclipse with your own
eyes drinking the sweetness of it.
his gentle strokes, so soft and warm, simply marveling in your embrace as he soothed your body
with his rough finger pads. Xiao touched you with great caress, the radiance of his body heat
cradled your bare, naked form as he got a hold of your knees, pushing them apart.
nervous, more so anxious, it was the first time for xiao to be intimate with you, he wouldn't want
you to regret giving yourself to him like that, his mind running a mile a minute as you suddenly
placed your hands on this cheeks, discerning the worry in his face.
your breasts flattened on his chest when you kissed him to soothe his mind, "i want to feel you
xiao, i want you to fuck me." it was important for you to make it clear, to show him that he wasn't a
burden but was needed and craved, loved and yearned for.
"i will make you feel me over and over again."
forcing the words out through the heavy fog of his thoughts, xiao kissed you starvingly, his cock
situated on your aching core when he adapted himself just a bit more, hovering the tip over your
glistering hole.
with a little help of your hand, he grinded himself in, solid and hot within your walls yet xiao
wanted more. The first groan he loosened off his throat was being the one of many others, panting
when he took your pleasure in, not to mention your desperation and eagerness.
your back arched off the mattress involuntarily, satisfying your appetite but simultaneously driving
you on for more.
your cunt was throbbing around him, gushing and he gradually impaled you with his length. Your
nails were finding refuge on his skin and scratched furrows into his muscular back when you
continued to muffle your whines into his neck.
xiao could feel you twist around him, feel how you tired your best to control the desire to flutter
your hole on him, it felt surreal, as if he was being spoiled by you.
your breathing got uneven and shaky, it was breathtaking to the point you thought you couldn't take
it anymore, endlessly feeling as you became a part of him.
scaramouche couldn't breathe, dragging his rosy tip across the soft spot in you. One time, two
times, he wanted to fill you, taste you and experience your insides tighten around his muscles.
he might explode if he isn't continuing right now, the pleasure to consume your body and soul
burning through his veins.
your hands wrapped around him so he could tip his head into your neck, his nostrils slightly flared
to take in your infuriating, maddening scent.
"don't move." he told you, lifting his head just a bit so you could understand him as he grabbed
onto your thighs to pull you closer, your core on full display with your pussy open and wet.
scaramouche didn't waste anymore time, far too frustrated and annoyed to even experience such
pain in his loins, as if they were on fire, tingling with euphoria.
"fuck." his voice was drooling into a higher pitch, scrunching his eyes shut when you fully took
him, your head whipping left, right and slightly lolling back. Your skin tingled with heat as you
noticed the embarrassing amount of slick covering his girth, just alone from stuffing you.
upon grasping back the control of his body, he couldn‘t help himself but taunt you again, in his
natural old fashion.
"look at you." his lips suddenly curved into a smirk with his hands forcefully grabbing your wrists
to pin them above your head.
"you're not half bad at this." he caressed your lips before beginning to move, grinding his cock into
your hole without pulling out too much, always making sure that you have at least half of him in
you, that you're still experiencing every twitch and throb of his veiny girth.
"ready for more?" raising his brow, he was acting as if he really waited for an answer to his words
in the first place, which he of course, didn‘t.
scaramouche kneaded your breasts before abruptly snapping himself in, not letting you voice a
single thing, your mouth turning dry with each word dying in your throat. He was remotely hitting
the deepest areas in you with your body jerking up forward in his embrace, squeezing his stiff
cock.
"kuni.." with your eyes collecting tears, he felt an uneasy wave of emotions clasping onto his soul.
Your whines truly were the finest tunes he has ever perceived, his heart was racing with pride upon
taking them in.
"cry louder, come on, i want to hear you."

ও rejecting his cuddles
Chapter Summary
rejecting his cuddles feat. al-haitham, cyno, diluc, scaramouche x gn! reader
— al-haitham
"no thanks!"
you couldn't possibly reject his attempt to cuddle you right now, or could you?
at first, al-haitham‘s smile will slowly drop, not at the reason you might think because he actually
is sure this has a deeper meaning, right?
jokes aside, actually he had you figured out from the start but wanted to see how far you would go,
putting on the best fake facade one could pull off, it's almost as if he was a natural at deceiving
people.
"no.. thanks?" al-haitham was quite impressed on how you managed to reject him this smoothly, it
even hurt a little if he was being honest.
He wasn't stupid though, he was aware you were clearly messing with him, his little angel could be
a little brat sometimes, that's what he cherished and loved about you as well.
maybe.. he should just try again, right?
with that in mind, al-haitham opened his arms again to advance towards your body to close the
distance only for you to wiggle yourself away before he could catch up to you.
"no thanks, i‘m good!"
okay, maybe you were quite cruel today, you honestly didn‘t think much of it and wanted to tease
your boyfriend, it was mostly him who would triumph over you so it was natural for some payback
here and there.
curiosity got the best of you and that‘s why you were pushing your little scheme a bit further than
you actually anticipated to do in the first place, seeking a reaction from your boyfriend.
the second rejection was a literal whiplash right into his face, but then it went clear as day to him,
the solution to all of this warmly greeting him.
"okay."
if you could play such game, he surely could do so as well, he deducted that if he was to ignore
you now, your fake facade would fall within seconds.
how else were you supposed to keep playing this with him not giving you any attention anymore?
al-haitham was about to get up from his seat as you quickly grabbed his wrist, holding him down.
"okay i was joking don‘t go!"
the slight worry on your face was hilarious to him, how he knew you like the back of his hand was
almost scary. In his eyes there wasn‘t anything easier than figuring you out.
"you should stop messing with me before i‘m thinking of a way to get back at you."
— cyno
the general mahamatra had a busy life, cyno was on duty every day and once he got home after a
long night, the least you could do is hug him!
today you felt like you should play a little trick on him, just for a quick giggle in your relationship.
Contrary to popular belief, cyno was actually an overly humorous person, even though his jokes
mostly didn‘t land as he intended them to.
with that you heard the front door open with cyno following suit. You decided to greet him as
always and walked towards your boyfriend as he tiredly smiled into your direction, already
opening his arms.
"how was your day?"
normally you would‘ve hugged him first and then ask him a question, but today you stood right in
front of him without drawing yourself into his embrace.
"it was good, come here." once cyno noticed you weren‘t moving an inch, he thought he should be
the one to just hug you instead, yet after attempting to do just that …
"no thanks."
there was an awkward silence followed by cyno looking at you in slight disbelief and irritation. His
eyes were low lidded and his expression tired, he really just wanted a hug!
"okay, i understand and respect it, but i don't agree with it."
typical cyno, now that you think back at it you don't really know how you expected him to respond
to you. He was a gentleman at heart and immensely respected you.
yet though he didn‘t let it on, this was truly the worst thing that happened to him, yet he obviously
doesn‘t want to force you either.
with a flash of guilt throwing itself at you like a fierce force, you quickly stopped him with a big
hug from behind, resting your head on his back with your arms tightly shut around him.
"i‘m just messing with you, i‘m sorry."
ending your little sentence with a tiny giggle to soothe the mood, cyno turned around to face you at
last, looping his arms around your body in return.
"hah, funny."
— diluc
in any other case diluc wouldn't think too much of it, but the way you were denying his physical
affection did throw him off in an unnatural amount.
"no thank you, i'm satiated."
"satiated?" the word blurted out of his mouth in an irritated way, he became confused and unable to
recall what the most alarming aspect of this situation was right now.
the fact you didn't want his cuddles, which you once stated were the absolute best, or the fact that
you stated you were quote on quote, satiated.
satiated by who?
the urge to throw himself into your embrace was always there, but he didn't want to make you
uncomfortable. Diluc was patient with you and so were you with him.
yet he would lie if he didn't feel worried about this, the poor guy having not a single chance of
noticing that you were clearly messing with him out of sheer boredom.
as a matter of fact, you didn't intend to go this far, nor did you think diluc would grow this anxious
now, making up your mind you decided to end your little play after all as he spoke again.
"is something wrong? if i did something you must speak to me."
noticing how he shifted his eyes around the room, the guilt consumed you from within with your
hands quickly grabbing his waist to draw him towards your warm body.
"I'm so sorry, i was trying to mess with you don't worry please."
with a momentary silence and his body frozen, he sighed in relief upon snuggling close to you,
feeling the fastened beat of his heart, or was it yours?
"hmpf, maybe i shouldn't hug you for a while."
your eyes widened at his overly cheeky, teasing wording, your lips carved into a pout as you
searched for his face, placing your hands on his shoulders.
"it was kaeya's idea, not mine!"
— scaramouche
it wasn't often for scaramouche to search for a hug, not that he didn't want to hug you but he still
wasn't completely accustomed to it, to trust a person again and simply relax under their touch.
one might say you were cruel for even thinking of pranking him, because who knows how he
would react?
you, will now, know, this sliding second, when he suddenly came back from a long boring day,
wiggling himself out of his shoes before he came walking towards you.
it became a slight habit of yours to hug whenever one of you would meet the other so scaramouche
didn't think too much of it, he was actually looking quite forward to cuddle with you, so when he
finally reached his desired destination, you backed away.
"lets not."
his brow raised almost immediately with his eyes lightly scrunched together in irritation, "lets not ..
what?"
his voice had an annoying edge, the one you knew far too well. Sometimes scaramouche
involuntarily spoke like that, he didn't even mean to come off as rude but it was a natural thing
laced in his tone.
"i don't want a hug, thank you for the kind offer though."
the dazed look of bewilderment on his face was adorable, you felt bad for even finding it cute in
the first place as scaramouche continued to tilt his head to the side, rambling in a low murmur.
"i don't buy it, you're the one who can't get enough of my hugs so what are you planning this
time?"
his arms crossed around his body, a smirk of his brought out a sense of mischief he was way too
good at, a fleeting thought of innocent fun.
in that moment he closed the distance to you almost completely, his eyes piercing daggers into your
soul when he spoke once again.
"can you hug me now or what, i don't have all day for this."
the click of his tongue was all it took you to understand that he had figured you out yet again. in all
honesty, you didn't know what you expected in the first place.
with a giggle announcing itself out of your throat, you quickly gathered him in your arms, nuzzling
him into your warm chest.
scaramouche returned your call and embraced you back with his arms tightly clamped around your
body, the pressure applied behind it made it difficult for you to breathe, he was practically
clamping onto you.
in that moment you noticed how his breathing was erratic and uneven as well, as if for one tiny
second, he really did think he had done something to pain you, something to lose you.
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ও is he jealous?
Chapter Summary
s he jealous? feat. albedo, heizou, venti, scaramouche x gn! reader
genre: fluff, slightly possessive but not detailed
— albedo
albedo isn't the type to usually get jealous, you could say he's quite unbothered and trusts you
fully, he doesn't see the point in being wary about his s/o whereabouts or doings at all.
in his eyes, those emotions would only lead to problems in your relationship later on.
as the chief alchemist of the knights of favonius, he obviously was overblown with huge piles of
work on a daily basic. It was important to him that you gave him enough space and so did he,
automatically give you space as well.
it's all about trust and confiding in your s/o in order for a relationship to properly bloom and
flourish.
yet unbeknownst to you, albedo could become quite protective, not in a possessive way but in a
worrying one. With the things he had experienced in the past he ought to make sure nothing would
ever happen to you under his watch.
for him, you're his everything, you're family.
that sheer, strong love he held towards your person wasn't only a direct indicator for your
relationship, but for the new branch in his newfound life and he'd rather let something happen to
himself than let you suffer.
bear in mind, something he values the most would be communication too. Albedo would
appreciate it if you were to tell him what you had planned today and where you're headed.
of course he wouldn't force you nor does he want to know every single little detail of your daily
schedule, it's just a slight reminder for him to know what you're up to while he was drowning in his
work load.
consider it a safety measure on top of that, so he knows where you are should something happen so
he can right away, find you.
in the end his overall jealousy level wouldn't be able to be measured, but his protective nature
would be a solid 6/10.
— heizou
as a matter of fact, heizou could become quite jealous but it depended on the situation he found
himself in with you.
for starters, he trusts you completely, it's also safe to say that if his s/o would lie to him about
something, heizou most likely will be able to deduct the truth almost immediately, in a single heart
beat.
clearly he wasn't the easiest to get along with in that aspect.
as a detective for the tenryou commission he couldn't help it but be encountered with numerous evil
run ins during his work hours.
his mind was clear as day yet the thought of you finding someone better would cross his thoughts
ever so often.
most people in inazuma knew of his rebellious and hard to get along with personality and once he
got to meet and love you, it's as if life gradually became easier in a sense he couldn't quite decipher.
take notice, because how often does it happen for someone like heizou to simply not be able to
deduct something?
it was as if a large quantity was lifted off his tense shoulders, to finally have found someone who
accepted him just as he was with nothing else in mind.
if someone was to approach you in a flirty manner, he trusted you enough to not turn your back on
him. So it's safe to say that the emotion he would experience rather than jealousy would surely be
the sheer fright of losing you.
whenever you would notice that heizou was trapped in his mind by those irrelevant thoughts that
tinkered within his cleverness, you would make it your duty to show him that he was the only
person that made you happy.
bristling his pride and ego, you would continue to tell him how talented he was in many fields, not
to mention that his humor was perfectly matching yours.
as his eyes began to roam with happiness and joy again, all is but the more forgotten, in the end
heizou really just needs a confirmation from you. his overall jealousy level would be a 5/10.
— venti
one would think venti was the unbothered type, but he actually was of a jealous type, not the
biggest out there of course, but still quite dominant in that particular aspect.
however, he wouldn't show it to you, venti thinks it's kind of embarrassing or shameful? he didn't
want you to think he doesn't trust you because he did.
in fact, he trusted you the most.
as needy for attention and clingy as venti could be, he wasn't expecting you to gift him the entirety
of your time.
but he adored spending his day with you regardless so when someone like the oh so cool diluc or
the oh so beautiful lisa would seem to make you laugh, with your giggles sounding slightly
different, just a bit, his working mind began to trifle in afterthoughts.
if he isn't busy himself, which he mostly isn't anyways, venti will straight up join whatever you're
doing. He can be quite a handful and start to annoy you too, maybe poke your shoulder or playfully
nudge his elbow into you.
anything for you to take your goddamn attention of diluc, lisa or whoever dared to waste your time,
because lets be honest here for a second, only he's allowed to waste your precious time.
right?
until you're smacking some clear sense into him, venti will continue to do just that, even the
almighty anemo archon can be wholly insecure.
who would‘ve thought?
as someone who hasn't experienced many relationships in the past he didn't want to mess his
current one up nor lose you in the process.
his jealousy level is a good 6-7/10 but it's also mostly him being bored when he annoys you so it
depends on where he finds himself in every day.
— scaramouche
i'm certain that by now, most know that in regards to jealousy, scaramouche's relationship to that
particular emotion can be quite tricky and complex.
obviously he doesn't see the point in sharing his s/o, you're his and honestly, if someone would
want a s/o as well they should just search for one instead of bothering you.
will stay especially near to you, arguing with scaramouche is as if you meet a dead end, there is no
victory to be claimed by you, he will just go silent in an instant and brush off whatever you have to
say about this topic.
but it's important to note that if someone were to approach you, he's quick to speak on your behalf,
a snarky remark being the first of many little grunts and groans he'd exclaim while that irritating
person talked to you.
what was even the reason for that in the first place?
did they not see you're in accompaniment, by him? doesn't he look threatening enough or what‘s
the deal?
don't be fooled though, scaramouche wasn't the kind who'd start throwing fists and smacks to
whoever dares to meet your gaze, he'd be quite well reserved and will mostly rely on his snarky,
cheeky remarks.
normally, if it's a person he knows you're well acquainted with, like a close friend, his profile will
stay low. Scaramouche won't interfere in your conversation either, in his eyes it's both annoying
and unnecessary to force a dialogue.
so above all, he has got you figured out, he knows how you think and what your little quirks are, so
the second he notices you being made uncomfortable by someone, you clearly don't have to worry
anymore because he will make sure said person isn't bothering you ever again.
if we talk about jealousy it's a 7/10, bear in mind that this specific emotion stems from the fear to
lose you and it‘s huge. For a while it will become challenging with some instances never fading at
all.
his pure fear wouldn't be able to be measured with anything.
scaramouche had to face sorrowful, dejected situations in the past so he was really trying to be a
good boyfriend to you, with all of his might.
certainly he wasn't new to display possessive behavior every once in a while but he surely gets
better at simply trusting you more and the crucial fact that you won't leave him, ever, wouldn't
matter what he did, you will stay and that was the key.
you were his heart after all.

ও pent up frustration
Chapter Summary
୨୧ pent up frustration feat. dottore : childe : heizou : cyno : scaramouche : diluc x fem!
reader
୨୧ WARNINGS: n.sfw : they‘re frustrated
"don't make a sound, i dare you to disobey me tonight."
in all honesty, it wasn't unusual for dottore to be rough with you, relentless without an ounce of
pity, but tonight was a different story and you noticed.
of course, he mostly worked alone because he preferred it that way, yet today he just had to be
pissed off by his co-workers, absolutely loathing it whenever he has to see all their faces, the bunch
being a complete sharp thorn in his eyes, not seeing any value in any of them.
he forcefully pushed your hips into the mattress, slipping himself into your tight pussy without
giving you a chance to actually get used to his length. The raw drag was slightly painful and had
you shudder, your heart race increasing with it thumping in your chest.
in any other case, dottore wouldn't have let you a lot of time to adjust yourself to him anyways, yet
still he'd wait for it, only a bit, a mere second, which wasn't viewable tonight, at all.
"fuck." he's swearing now, which wasn't the norm, he was usually pretty reserved and didn't let
anything get past the huge wall he built in front of his emotions.
but fuck, with the way you were flexing and curving around his girth, how you were sucking him
in all sloppily as he greedily buried himself into your warmth, finally getting that release he very
much yearned for.
"how tight you are, don't tell me you missed me."
with that, he was lowering himself to look at you with mischief, grinning down as he rocked his
erect cock back and forth, slightly wiggling his hips whenever he was fully sheathed in you which
had you in a tight grip, your soul craving for him to crush you already.
his arms were broad and protecting, with his emotions speaking on a different level, is menacing
chuckle was just loud enough for you to hear and take in. His lips attacked the thin flesh of your
neck, flattening his tongue to lick all the way down your collarbone without stilling his hips on
you, working in tandem.
the sounds of sex were embarrassing to hear, delicious but lewd, yet dottore was much louder than
any other times you were intimate with each other.
he really needed to let go and you were the best person to do that with, tonight he groaned and
couldn't surppress another one coming right from his throat.
you jumped a little when smacked himself in deeper, his cock was massive and heavy in you,
rubbing all the right places in your spongy walls with punctuated thrusts forward until you were
nothing more than his little play toy.
your head spinning with the growing heat only dottore managed to arouse in you, watching himself
disappear as he pleasantly twitched in you, a million other things come rushing through his clever
mind on how to make you beg tonight.
childe settled his head comfortably in between your legs, his eyes growing with his pupils
becoming dilated, covering almost the entirety of the blue in his eyes.
he didn't expect to see you, especially tonight, the work load of his had been piling up over the
weeks with the jester only sending him to various more places, not having a moment to catch his
breath even if he tried.
"you don't know how happy i was when i saw you today."
he greeted your precious cunt, that of course, belonged to him, with a tiny kiss on your clit, rubbing
the tip of his tongue over the sensitivity. Why were his hands shaking? childe honestly didn't
know, maybe it was the excitement to finally have you again.
"how happy were you, tell me."
giving him a taunting look with pleading eyes, you pressed his head into your pussy, tugging on his
orange hair and massaging his scalp. His love was all the more consuming and so rarely without
anything else.
"so so happy baby, let me show you how happy i was." the tenderness he yielded was deceptive,
unresisting and sharing his pleasure.
he wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you close, beginning to shake his head feverishly
while having his tongue out, smearing and drinking in your sweet essence he very much was
addicted to you.
the sharp blows of arousal he managed to coax out of you actually made him stagger, priding
himself on what he managed to induce in you.
your whines fell on deaf ears, truly, your hands clenching against his head as you rutted yourself
into his needy tongue, his rough, hard strokes perking your nipples up and having them erect while
they bounced in tandem with his schemes.
you couldn't help yourself as you began to play with yourself in front of him, twirling and rubbing
your buds to take in and archons, how attractive you were right now. Ajax groaned into your pussy
and closed his lips around your clit, suckling and hollowing his cheeks while adding the tip of his
tongue to drive into the flesh.
the attempt to keep himself from groaning audibly with every step, since he wanted to listen to
your sobs a bit more, ultimately failed when he moaned and slurped aloud.
the feeling of the twist of his smooth muscle curving up between your legs had you exposed, bare
and inflamed your skin into a frenzy of flayed nerves.
a fine grit that was scrubbing you raw from the inside out, ajax couldn't wait to sink into your wet
cunt with his heavy cock later on, head empty with his eyes flown wide.
you smiled happily and full of relief as you heard him moan again, being fond of the little sounds
he gifted you with as you stroked and fondled with your breasts, putting on a show for your dear
boyfriend, his eyelids falling shut as he lay there, letting him have his way with you.
after a tiring day full of solving cases, heizou was more than delighted when he finally had you
close to him with you sitting on his face all comfortably, chasing your release, the tight, stretching
fullness growing inside him.
"more, give me more."
he's groaning into your pussy with the vibrations of his voice swirling into your veins like an
electric current full of lust and desperation. Your hole clamped down hard and then slowly relaxing
again, before clamping once more, overwhelming you.
while flicking his tongue over you, he made sure to massage your behind, squeezing and wiggling
the soft flesh of your ass while simultaneously digging you further into his mouth, the need to
touch himself was massive but pleasuring you like that had its own advantages.
you groaned when he abruptly drove his tongue into your sobbing hole, feeling you stretch open
just a bit and just enough for him to tongue fuck you into cloud nine. Heizou was vastly skilled, so
ruthless and restless whenever he was frustrated, whenever his job took the best of him and didn't
let him rest, didn't let him fuck you just how he wanted.
he pulled himself back only for a bit, to tease you in his own way:
"is that all you can do? i said i want more." settling back into the cushions, he slurped your
bittersweet juices, twisting his tongue in and out of your pussy as you arched your spine back, the
constant flex of your hips having you sore.
"fuck, heizou, please." upon hearing you beg, so frustrated too, heizou deducted that you were
close, so close it probably pained you already, his clammy hands, soft and damp on your secure ass
to wiggle you back and forth.
bucking into his mouth, you continued to call for him in a couple of strangled moans, bouncing up
and down his wet muscle in staggering shivers. Clenching onto his hair you took a deep breath,
holding the air in your lungs as your stomach began to be filled by butterflies, your climax
approaching you in a heavy shock, flashing your agony.
with your head now clouded in pleasure, you cummed hard, near overflow, soaking the man
underneath you with your slick yet that's what heizou wanted and craved for in the first place, the
taste of you was the very thing he yearned, his muscle trembling with his cock twitching in his tight
work pants.
"you know i can't hear you if you hide your moans like that."
a mile-wide smirk was visible on cyno's lips as he traced his hands over the curve of your ass,
letting them dance and trace over your bare back, muscles contracting each other.
he settled his heavy cock in between your ass for once, wrapping one of his hands around his shaft
to stroke himself, spreading the pre cum over his length until fully coated, the pleasure in him
dissolving into a deep, glowing ache.
he hissed in between pants and his body was sore, the recent events in sumeru had his body on a
thin thread, thoughtless, eyes glassy and hooded with saliva dampening beneath his chin.
cyno was tired and exhausted, but also so fucking desperate and frustrated for your loving touch.
His free hand lingered on your flesh, squeezing your ass before aligning himself with your heat, at
last dragging his raw cock past your hole combined with a big groan when you swallowed him
whole.
bouncing you back and forth, you fell under his spell, crying his name out on all fours, "cyno.. so
big." you hiccuped at his thick length being buried in you, scattered and fitting oh so perfectly,
basically made for you. hot, thick and throbbing in the insides of your pussy.
his swollen cock slipped deeper as you greedily took him all, clenching your hole tightly around
his girth when his thrusts stuttered, eliciting a groan form deep inside his throat with your skin
burning.
"fuck love, you're so tight. i have to admit, i needed this."
cyno wanted to fuck your body until you gave out on him, keeping you hypersensitive, not to
mention he needed to burn the frustration right into you so you could soothe and caress his skin,
how sweet it would be to have you like this forever.
you circled your eyes in the back of your head as the wave of pleasure hit you, whining his name
one more time when you climaxed, your cunt gushing around him so easily and well, gasping.
cyno's lips were left open, agape, experiencing how hard you sucked him as he grasped onto your
ass, stilling his hips on you with his balls now flushed on your behind, the tone in his voice
growing a bit lower.
he watched in between your bodies as your wetness slicked up his thighs, dripping wet when his
seed plastered into your abused pussy, the sheen liquid mixing into one when cyno abruptly pulled
out, turning you on your back in a single motion, restless and barely out of breath at all.
setting of into another room for spasms, "i want to look at you now."
hoisting your body on top of his, scaramouche watched you straddle him, his static, charming eyes
laced with pure joy and bliss.
"I really need this right now." his eyebrows scrunched together, there was a rolling note of intensity
in his words, indulgent, aroused eagerness.
with that, he admitted it in a somewhat unusual tone, "so you better not mess this up." oh, there it
was, the tension unwinding with his words turning back to its normal tone.
you suppressed a giggle, running your hands carefully over his pale chest in a worshipping caress,
before aligning yourself with his throbbing cock which was swollen and drooling full of his fluids,
stomach lurching together with the warm air filling his lungs.
before pushing him in, you slicked back the foreskin, at last sitting down and fully grabbing him,
teetering back and forth.
the sight of scaramouche lolling his head back was arousing you, his hands tracing down the
natural curves of your body and shamelessly thrusting up within your core.
how captivated he was with your being, watching you bounce up and down his cock through his
thick lashes. With your tits throbbing in tune, it was such a sinful sight to behold.
how amusing, your nipples were hardened in the centre, coiling the sensitivity in your nubs.
Scaramouche licked his lips before pulling you down, wrapping his mouth over your own as he
kissed you, hard. He was that vulgar, that brass, you grabbed him tight and whimpered at the
unyielding girth of his heavy cock. Naturally, you obliged to his kisses, deepening your connection
while rubbing yourself fiercely into him.
he was that vulgar, that brass, you grabbed him tightly and whimpered at the unyielding girth of
his heavy cock, the agonizing overload of his swollen tip on your squishy walls had you in a
tingling clasp.
"faster, go faster." mostly, there was no begging in his vocabulary, you were his and he ordered
you to behave, as always, expecting you to beckon to his requests.
your whimpers expelled from your throat, unconsciously wrapping your hand around his neck to
suck on his tongue. It was, of an unusual kink he found out about the other day, but scaramouche
utterly adored it when you choked him, when you knocked the breath out of his lungs while riding
him starvingly.
the glimpse of his eyes settling back was enough to make you cum, throbbing and flexing your
muscles around his sloppy cock as you cried out once more, writhing and being so unbelievably
loud you were sure someone must've heard you both.
"fuck, fuck." his mouth was dry, like the desert, words dying in his throat.
whenever scaramouche climaxed, he did it accompanied by swears, hissing and gritting has teeth as
he watched his cock disappear within you when finally pushing his seed in, blowing his load into
you and archons did he cum a lot.
his back was prickling with sweat and perspiration and the soft tissues in your abused cunt pulsed
against him in an uneven rhythm.
further, further, he wanted to impale you further but he couldn't reach you anymore.
his seed was was spilling everywhere, making a mess of your bare bodies while holding you close
with the additional stickiness. The wet trail kept connecting you even after you shuffled back,
showing him the mess he made when you lowered yourself to his lips, whispering against the shell
of your ear.
"happy now?"
mocking his words from before, he rolled his eyes at you, suddenly bleeding his skillful fingers
into your skin to knock you into the mattress, now towering over you.
"not at all."
kissing down your neck, diluc drove his fingers into your clenching hole, taunting and making you
yearn for more, all the more pleading with his flushed expression, signaling the desire he held on
making you cum on his fingers.
playing with you was one of his favorite activities after a long day, the sweet torment of having
your shirt draped up against your chest with your hard nipples on display, aching at the coil in the
centre.
mostly, the play of intimacy you both participated in was loads of quickies and fondling, diluc was
mostly busy so he couldn't properly take time for you whenever he wanted, turning him, of course,
very much frustrated in the process.
honestly, he could watch you for hours, just the sight of it lit his loins on fire, wrapping you around
his bigger body when he added another finger into you.
sloppily you took him all, greedily drenching three of his digits with your fluids now as you spread
your legs further for him, unable to do so with the painful ache on your thighs yet you tried, his
thrusts practically rolling into your stomach.
"don't overdo it, you're doing well for me."
you nodded and sobbed into his embrace, your nostrils being filled with his addictive scent and the
faint linger of sweat around his collarbones.
the swirling of your juices on his fingers turned him on, very much so, the swell of his bulge
growing and throbbing against your body when you cupped it abruptly, grinding your palm into his
groin, tugging just tighter and tighter.
diluc hummed in satisfaction, terrible of need for a release, being thankful to get a tiny bit of
salvation as he rutted himself into your hand while simultaneously scissoring your drenched cunt,
rocking his palm into your core.
"diluc- im so close.. please make me cum, please."
the agonizing pulse he drew on you had your cheeks flush with warmth, a tone that kept rising yet
never reaching an apex accompanied with gasps and moans echoing through the hot room, the
scent of both diluc's cologne and sex colliding together.
"whatever you, my love, ask for, you get."
his words made your heart swell and flutter, sinking your hips as though overwhelmed of the
intensity he was going for now, diluc just had to rub away that incessant itch in you.
with your pleading sounding desperate, he took your thigh in his hand to spread it forcefully,
retracting his hand to repeatedly rub them into your sweet spots, swallowing right back into your
greedy body.
diluc gasped as he felt you crush onto his digits, gushing on his skillfulness with your cunt
vibrating at your welcoming orgasm.
your hands flew to crawl them into his back, digging your sharp nails on his pale skin and kissing
him starvingly as the both of you moaned into the kiss, the squeeze and release laced with
intimacy.

ও they don't want you to leave
Chapter Summary
including kazuha, scaramouche, heizou, itto x gn! reader
genre: fluff, little kisses, they‘re whipped honestly, tiny bit of gossip bf kuni
— kazuha
speaking truthfully, kazuha simply cannot resist you for the life of him.
in fact, once he had officially secured you as his ever so beautiful s/o, he make sure to show you
his gratitude in tiny whispers of sweet words and pleas.
additionally he'd make it his duty to shower you in both, physical and emotional affection.
doubtless, he can't help himself, being wiggled in your embrace feels like heaven, it's surreal,
sometimes kazuha is certain he's actually hallucinating, but then your body warmth is dashing into
him and that's when he knows it was real.
sometimes whenever he sleeps over, the moment you wake up from your slumber the next day, his
arm will most likely be lazily thrown over your hips.
once he's all woken up as well, kazuha will immediately pull you softly to his chest, greeting you
with a tired, sleepy smile through lidded eyes.
"five more minutes, please."
your body was enduring additional applied pressure from his arm as you turned around to face your
boyfriend, staying near and deepening the profound intimacy from each other.
the easygoing pumps under his ribcage were pacifying and settled a great way to enjoy the
romantic love between you both.
upon giving him what he desired at last— that being the five additional minutes he had requested,
you, with enough persuasion on your own person, spoke again.
"we can't stay in bed forever kazuha."
well, well, believe it or not but kazuha was actually trying his hardest to get out of bed the whole
time but how come you were especially comfy today?
you must be playing tricks on him!
"five.. more minutes please." his voice was a little unclear still, the tiredness was continuing to be
laced around his words with his sleepy expression being immediately perceived by you.
what if, and that was just a little thought crossing his dizzy thoughts, what if you stayed in today?
just a couple more hours longer doing nothing at all except of laying in bed.
kazuha wasn't a fan of letting go of you right now, not today, not when you're so secure, so pleasant
and cozy in his arms.
locked up in each other, you dozed off again without much persuasion required, the work
responsibilities that had been shared by you were nothing more than a fleeting dream out of many.
— scaramouche
"what do you think you're doing?"
his voice slightly broke and before you knew it, scaramouche had already wrapped his arms
around your waist, as if he was actually scared you'd leave him behind, haltering your attempt to
break free from his hold.
"i told you i can't stay all day kuni."
still unsure of the words he had just heard, scaramouche tilted his head in both confusion and
doubt, raising his brow to show the visible puzzlement caused by you.
"are you playing stupid with me again? it's still too early to go home."
ah yes, you figured, it's that time again, even though he wouldn't necessarily admit it to you, and if
he did, he'd flip the narrative a tiny bit just to not make a fool out of himself.
scaramouche was a thoroughly clingy boyfriend, it cannot be denied, not with the way he was now
melting you into his chest again.
tight, so very much tight you could certainly perceive his scent now, it was especially dominant
around his neck.
to add to it, it was a floral aroma, but being held natural, not sweet, he absolutely despised anything
sweet it made him sick to his stomach.
"you can just say you don't want me to go kuni, it's okay."
to be fair, he tried, but you couldn't help yourself and loved taunting the hell out of your boyfriend
every now and then, more so when it was a slightly uncomfortable topic like that.
obviously you cherished the way he was with you, it didn't matter to you that kuni could become
quite clingy either, if anything you were beyond flattered that he felt so comfortable with your
presence that he needed you to stay.
"that's not what it is and you know it." slightly averting his eyes with a huffed out irritated sigh, he
continued his sentence.
"i wanted to finish the story i told you but you had to cut me off."
his hands travelled on your back to playfully sway over the skin, finally meeting their proper place
as he cupped your cheeks at last, drawing your head closer, "so keep your pretty eyes on me."
a fleeting kiss, just one, placed on your puckered out lips as he quickly made you rest your head on
him again, not wasting anymore time.
"so where was i? oh, yeah, so the seventh harbinger has a terrible personality!"
— heizou
"would you still love me if i was a worm?"
no ifs or buts, heizou demanded a clear answer now, even the mighty detective from the tenryou
commission yearned to be pampered and reassured by his s/o every once in a while.
maybe it was because of the obvious fact on how exceedingly tired from work he had gotten, or of
the cosy warm way you had him tucked in your arms.
in each others embrace the world seemed to have stopped completely, pure and free, mind at peace
without a single negative emotion crossing you.
some people were natural huggers and heizou perceived you as one of those, it felt as if you
wrapped him in sheer love, like a sun leisurely warming up your skin on a sweet summer day.
"yes, i would." confidently stating said fact, he slightly tilted his eyes to meet yours in a sceptic
expression, "you're lying."
without any question you dramatically let go off him, obviously teasing and messing with your
boyfriend but the second you were attempting to do so, he had already clasped himself on your
back, keeping you close.
"i would love you if you were a worm, i'd keep you in my pocket."
oh really now, you rolled your eyes and snickered at the unusual declaration as you slowly cradled
your head back to allow heizou to properly hug you again.
"you're lying." confidently, you mocked his answer from before, savoring the feeling of
contentment in your bones when he swayed himself closer.
"i would hug you all day, doesn't matter to me if you're slimy." you felt his body gradually press
against your own and you obliged, laying yourself back into the bed, letting your muscles loosen
up.
with a kiss on your forehead he welcomed you back, sometimes heizou wished to stay like this
forever.
laying in bed all day while doing absolutely nothing sounded heavens made to your boyfriend.
"i‘d still love you if you were a worm heizou." - "you're still lying."
— itto
your boyfriend itto, or how he wants to be referred to, as arataki "the one and oni" itto was famous
for his warm, bear hugs.
with his arms tightly cradling your body, itto swore there wasn't anything better, no other scenario
could rival this momentary moment of peace. (maybe winning a beetle fight but hush)
"itto i really need to go now, i still have so much work to do."
he pouted at your words, more so did he not accept them in his mind.
without a sentence following, you lightly placed your hand onto his cheek to make it easier for you
to kiss him before attempting to stand up.
"no wait!" obviously you knew how dramatic he could become whenever you had to take your
leave, itto would leave nothing untouched, he'd put all of his might into the challenge of making
you stay just a bit longer, so he can cuddle you a little bit more.
"i didn't tell you but, *cough*, i have again, *cough*, lost a part of me during a deadly fight."
narrowing your brows with light wrinkles making themselves visible on your forehead, you crossed
your arms around your body, confused by what he meant, "what fight?"
in a single motion, itto dramatically dropped back on the mattress, his hand laid flat on his chest,
right above his heart as he squealed out in pain, absolutely crushed.
"a beetle fight, please save me."
the silence was loud, truly and itto didn't open his eyes either, clearly he was waiting for a response
from you.
his heart was at last, stabbed with the last inch of hope in him to make you stay as he peaked at you
from squinting eyes, watching him flabbergasted.
"ormaybeiwantyoutostaylonger."

ও warming you up
Chapter Summary
hi what's up I almost died but finals are over *flips hair dramatically*
you allowed yourself to lay back into the soft cushions of your bed.
you do not speak, but your breathing was fastened by the blissful wrap of kaeya's arms around
your parted legs.
now right here and there, the sheer motion of his face lowered itself into you, the growing heat
within your core sank down through your bones, covering the entirety of your nerves with the
throb of your soft pussy yearning the touch of your lover.
"there?" from the start, he will tease you, always, tickling the desperation out of your now
crumbling body as you mewled sensually, your eyes pulling daggers into his bronzed skin.
your fingers quickly got a hold of his long hair, fondling through the unruly strands to keep him as
close to your most desired place as possible. "t-there."
"you're breathtaking when you're so open for me, you know that?"
with your eyes sliding close upon perceiving his warm breath on your tingling clit, you fell back to
indulge, time stilling.
for some it might seem like nothingness, but the way kaeya handled your body couldn't be
described in its totality.
easy, tender and without added pressure, as if you were to break under him any moment. His eyes
were gentle too, the glow of love was visible on his dilated pupils, covering his blue eyes.
"let me take care of you beautiful, it's okay."
before anything, kaeya was gathering enough spit on his tongue, he prodded the wet muscle out to
slick around the entirety of your spongy folds, smearing the filth on your pussy.
kaeya treasured your taste, the sweet scent and your hitching noises whenever he pranced his
tongue deeper, buried himself past your labia to hit your clit, so close and maddening, you couldn't
possibly hold back the desire to forcefully push him down your ache.
the unbearably sensual combination of his wet and skilled tongue had your brain laced in pure
ecstasy, building your arousal with little to no control left on your body.
✦
at first, you barely felt the handiwork venti put you through, after all his fingers were simply
stirring over your warm cunt, not doing much.
you could say it was a slight habit of his, he'd always prepare you before fucking you roughly into
wherever he had split you open on.
you were aware that your boyfriend was in fact, a little piece of shit, who never knew when to stop
annoying and teasing the living hell out of your being.
but even then, even when venti realized you were on the brink of crying from overstimulation, he
wouldn't stop himself right away because you see, in a way that sinful expression was what he
wanted to be gifted with in the first place.
"your reactions are so cute."
he murmurs into your ear, his voice was so kind and tender, but the menacing tendencies in them
made you shake, the complete opposite of his pseudo sweetness was viewable when he used his
fingers to relentlessly fuck in and out of your clenching hole.
it didn't surprise you on how skilled venti was with his slender digits, it's as if he had you figured
out from the start, letting you grind into them.
how come you didn't even have to show him your favorite spots the first time he had you splayed
under him?
this man had targeted them from the very start, fumbling himself deeper within you gooey walls
while messily fumbling and touching you with his roughed up finger pads.
"v-venti please, i can't anymore."
his sight suddenly widened, the beginning of one tear, just one, would surely have more follow suit
and he knew, he always did.
in a single motion, venti drew himself to you while kissing away the lonely warm tear that drooled
down your cheek, gathering it on his lips before messily licking it up.
"come on now darling! i'm almost done and you're doing such a great job for me, i'm truly
flattered!"
the brief stilling of his fingers wasn't held long as he adjusted his pace, digging himself to the hilt
into your sobbing sensitivity and remembering to curve his digits up whenever he met your desired
spot.
he slipped in and out in a chorus of rough strokes with your hips beginning to do circling motions
into them, meeting his filthy touch while fluttering and twisting around his thin fingers.
his grin would never slip away, not when you're looking like this, fucked into delirium from
nothing more than a mere of two digits.
zhongli muttered dirty nothings into your ears, things he wanted to do and experience with you and
your person alone.
fuck, he needed you right now, his cock was desperately straining his pants and causing him to
heavily pant out through his clenched up jaw.
"m-my control is fading." he's grunting, digging his hands into the disheveled sheets to regain some
of that long lost control.
it was safe to say that his slacks were already ruined by your slick covering and drenching them in
whole. You knew he wasn't done with you yet, not now, not ever, his stamina was out from this
world.
but really, it was his fault and not yours!
no one forced him to slowly grind his hips and dry hump into you, rubbing his hard hidden
member on top of your drenched swollen pussy.
"i-i need you, zhongli."
you responded weakly, with a husky voice as you propped your hips up to show him your messy
pussy, stretching your legs farther apart as he carried on with rutting himself on you.
he was shamelessly grunting and groaning before he forced himself to speak to you, "my hunger
for you will never be queried."
quivering in response he had you caged underneath and you were accepting it, maneuvering deeper,
zhongli rubbed both his clothed member and the rough material on your drenched nerves, urging
you to moan in bliss.
his fingers brushed beneath your chin to hold it up, motioning you to his hungry lips as he captured
you in a languid kiss, feverishly pulling his tongue out to bury it into your wet mouth.
on this, you weren't struggling to imagine how the curve of his throbbing member would feel like,
the pressure inside your core mounting, cry on cry.
at a single push forward, you got caught in utter euphoria, sudden tension thrumming through your
frame as kaveh dragged himself past you with your swollen flesh capturing him fully.
"f-fuck." his whines were music to your ears, how they were slightly higher than his normal voice,
primally to his initial tone, he had now become a cursing little mess.
"h-how are you still so tight for me, hmm?"
how your boyfriend couldn't control himself was gathering your cheeks within a warm sensation.
his over the top dirty talk didn't help one bit, kaveh could overdo himself quite a bit in that aspect
but you didn't mind, it was a compliment from how far gone your pussy could make him.
you, of course, couldn't blame him, kaveh prized how tight you were, how you twisted and
throbbed on his shaft without a single care in this world. How your sloppy cunt was all the more
messy with him stuffing you full.
his little darling surely knew how to drive him into despair, unbearable madness without a way out,
not before he cummed at least and covered you in his bittersweet cum.
"fuck baby you're so tight, f-fuck, you want me dead."
and again, your body shook and squealed at his sudden smirk, his before slow hips skillfully
working, pressuring additional pleasure into your core.
your spine was curved up now, grimly bending and arching at another punctuated rut from your
boyfriend who had nothing else in mind than making you cum first, he had to.
you were so unbelievably ravishing tonight, his loins were on fire from nothing more than your
crossed eyed face, chin covered in drool and spit with your cries turning louder each thrust.
the combination on your lower area of both piercing pleasure with faint pain laced around it was
addicting, every fiber of your consciousness gathering itself into the depths of your skin before it
dissolved into nothing more than total submission to your lover.
tighnari's interest in you sharpened the moment he had seen you, so for him to have you in all your
glory now, bare and beautiful, while bouncing up and down his cock, felt surreal.
was he really not dreaming right now?
truly, he thought he was imagining things, the moment passion took you over, this one time, not
one of you was able to walk away, not when the tension flowing through you was as defeating as it,
well, was.
"i-is this all you got?"
what a jerk, obviously he was his usual self, even while you fucked his brains out. Tighnari
couldn't hold back his filthy tongue, not this time and probably not ever.
his hands were helping you rub yourself back and forth yet they haltered at last, sliding all the way
up your bouncing breasts to grab them, catching them in his palms, suddenly squeezing the flesh
with a squeal escaping you next.
"fuck, tighnari!"
you mewled at the rough fondling of his hands, arching your back while additionally applying
more pressure on your already burning hips. "you're too rough."
it was gruesome, that's what it was, you were certain he was intentionally not helping you out
much, he just had to have that last dwindling string of control you both eagerly grasped after.
"let me hear you, come on." he let his hands rub circles and spirals over your swollen nipples
before forcefully pinching them in between his pads, catching you off guard.
you could only give him a lost embarrassing smile, his words made you all giddy with your head
feeling heavy. All the greater was your work on him now, his slick covered cock was slipping out
of you carelessly and the sharp pain from before was barely to be perceived at all.
well, well, you were still a panting mess from the fast tempo and it wouldn't take you long until
you practically collapsed your body on top of his from over exhaustion.
before you knew it, you were already met by the thrill of his own authority when he pulled you
down to sharply share a hard kiss. His lips were hungrily seeking yours, leaning into your softness
with his mouth framed in an annoying smirk.
the result of it was now with tighnari thrusting up your heat, so unbelievably fast and messy, the
pain in your legs was surely fleeting but now you could barely feel them if anything, almost as if
they had turned numb from the sheer strength behind his sloppy cock.
all the cries and moans were filling the room that had a piercing scent of sex and pleasure, your
whimpers were all the more thrilling and archons, tighnari would make sure to have you remember
this night.
cyno simply refused to keep his mouth shut while you were suckling on his cock all too well.
after all, he wanted, no, needed you to know on how good you made him feel and how thankful he
was for your skilled tongue twisting around his shaft, grating perfectly over his impressive cock.
the blood in his groin was hardening and pulsating roughly throughout his entire length, his hands
grew cold from the sensation of your mouth sucking blatant euphoria on the tender, thin skin.
if only you were aware he was fantasizing about this scenario all day while at work. He knew
better than this but couldn't stop himself regardless, cyno groaned louder now, shuddering as you
massaged his balls in your warm palm.
another swallow lifted off him when he lowered his head to watch you suck, rub your sweet lips up
and down his swollen cock, the drool messily blurting over the entirety of his member, without
leaving his balls uncovered.
as tired and low lidded as his eyes were, he still didn't once close them, the sight of you on your
knees for him, it's certain you were going to feel it in your legs the next day.
he gathered the courage to drag you down further, making your mouth take him much deeper until
you physically weren't able to proceed anymore.
"k-keep taking me like that."
his voice was beginning to be raspy now with the additional breaks of his words. You took a deep
breath through your nose and gulped a little, flexing your throat while being stuffed full as you
proceeded, this time faster.
"a-archons, you're amazing."
your mouth was assembling enough spit and cum together to have it as comfortable as possible for
cyno, he craved it that way. As much as he denied said fact, the messier it got, the harder he'd cum
in you.
you persisted to keep it going, as always, to get him over the edge and let him cover your face in
his white milk you gravely yearned for this night.
✦
kazuha's breath was heavy on your collarbone with his teeth nibbling the dampened skin.
you could be such a brat sometimes and he knew, he always did. Yet despite his usual gentle
nature, kazuha could be quite rough with you, more so when you obviously displayed traits of a
sweet, little brat who didn't know any better.
did you do it on purpose? obviously. But who wouldn't do it if their boyfriend would react the
exact same way as kazuha did.
he's barely touched you, at all, only gently nudging his upper leg over your sobbing folds as he
watched you bubble with further excitement, that without you knowing, would never get satiated.
"hmm how interesting." his voice was always gentle, but this time it had something menacing to it,
something that wasn't able to be looked into, his eyes were glowing with both desire and
anticipation.
all the fondling had heightened your senses, had made you more sensitive and salivating at his
growing reaction standing up while throbbing in his hand.
his next words were followed with a punctuated rut with his leg on your tingling walls, "hah- it
seems like you're close, don't hide it from me now." the grin on his face made you gasp with your
spine rolling upwards, your cunt slicking him all up without giving a damn.
it was sort of embarrassing to you, to be placed in a position like that.
the fact he hadn't touched you properly yet and you still were a wet swollen mess, smearing him
full and aching at every little pleasure he'd inflict on you.
he had you in such a sensitive state now, both your body and mind, it was as if he had taken over
the authority in your entirety, letting you bear the weight of his punctuated ways to make you
scream.
continuing to grate his leg into you, sometimes harder sometimes with only a small amount of
added pressure to switch it up, your gasps had only gotten louder and entailed.
"i might make you cum if you're nicer to me next time."
ayato could never deny the fact that eating you out relaxed his muscles and spirit, it's a required
daily thing for him to do whenever he saw you.
as luck would have it, he was especially skilled with his sloppy muscle, making sure to gather
enough spit on it to plaster it on your folds first, proceeding down to meet your gushing hole.
planting an additional kiss on your heat made you roll your eyes back greatly, the sense of worship
each kiss had was mesmerizing.
because, yes, ayato worshipped you, his wonderful darling, your pussy was so fucking hot and
ravishing, he wanted to bury it in his cum and claim you in so many more ways imaginable.
the back and forth of both tender suckles and rougher licks on you developed a tightened grip on
your stomach with your muscles crying out, it was intimate and surreal, how much you missed him
was insane.
ayato was slowly stroking a hand down from your chest to your navel before gathering his thumb
over your clit to press right past the flesh of your pussy to hit the spot particularly well.
with your next squeals of his boldness, his eyes met yours in a thrill of hunger, "i'm not done with
you yet." a sweet grin laced on his swollen lips as he drew himself back in, working both his
tongue and thumb in sync.
his hair strands would fall into his face to hide his intoxicating features with your hands quickly
catching them to smoother them back.
you settled on the soft sheets underneath with your eyes pointed to the ceiling until falling close at
last, crying out at his electrifying way of savoring your being.
maybe it was due to the fact that the both of you rarely saw each other, but whenever you got
intimate with it would turn better the more you had been apart from each other.
the hunger in his antics was immediately to be recognized, so dearly when ayato began to hump the
mattress under him with his hands keeping you tightly to his head, groaning breathlessly.
smearing your slick over his cheeks, his warm breath wasn't anything but cooling, the growing
mewls he pulled out of your throat had him moan into your pussy, over and over, his tongue now
swiping alone your hole to swallow the huge amount of liquids that had sank down from you.

ও sleeping over for the first time
Chapter Summary
including scaramouche, heizou, kazuha, xiao x gn! reader
genre: fluff, they‘re nervous, kissing, loads of cuddling
— scaramouche
with absolute certainty, the moment you had asked scaramouche if you could sleep over at his
place for the first time, his mind threatened to black out in front of your eyes.
obviously in your relationship, things were destined to be quite behind time, it was important for
the both of you to take things slow and without rush so no one would end up feeling overwhelmed.
as luck would have it, it was clear you both were ready to take it a further level up.
naturally, it was one thing to meet each other and go on a date, but another to sleep over and spend
the night, most importantly, wake up encircled in your arms the following day.
so for quite a while, it rattled an undeniable horror in his unruly thoughts, clearly scaramouche
desired to have all ready and set for you but how was he possibly supposed to sleep while you're
next to him?
what if the awkwardness would suddenly become so overbearing that one of you would die off
suffocation?
mindlessly rehearsing the lines he had set in his brain, you at last, had come to sleep over at his
place with his arms already greeting you.
"this is my bed, if you don't fancy it that's on you."
primarily calm, he had now turned back to his usual self, scaramouche found comfort in just being
himself and he was thoroughly filled with joy that you did not mind his sense of wording.
"it looks very comfortable, i love it." he took in a second to indulge in your small compliment
before snapping himself back to reality. "if you say so."
after a nice dinner the both of you shared, night already approached with you getting ready to
sleep.
followed by putting on your sleeping garments, scaramouche and you lowered your bodies into the
comfortable cushions together.
the contrast between your slightly nervous, but still composed being and him absolutely not
knowing what to do with himself was somewhat hilarious in your eyes.
he could be especially adorable whenever he got flustered by small things like that, might remind
him sometimes that that‘s one of the things that made you fall for him in the first place.
taking matters into your own hand, you slowly drew yourself to his body before cautiously looping
one arm over his body to rest your head close to him.
scaramouche lightly flinched at your touch, just a bit, it took him off guard but he did not complain,
in truth he was delighted that it was you who took the first step because he was sure he wouldn't be
able to move a muscle all night.
breathing out relaxingly through your mouth, you voiced your last words to your boyfriend.
"goodnight kuni." to add to it, you made sure to leave a small but memorable kiss on his soft cheek
before gathering yourself back on his cold chest.
barely, he was barely able to say anything back. But you sure oughta give him some slack for not
saying anything snarky back, at this point he was more nervous than you were.
how do you seem so calm when he's literally dying next to you?
he very much rambled on about this in silence as he turned his body towards your own at last, to of
course, embrace you back and get on with this.
his hand was until now shaking but gingerly stilled completely upon placing it on your warm hips.
"goodnight to you too."
— heizou
ah, well, you're mistakenly aware of your boyfriend and his infamous tendencies of being bold in
your relationship.
lets say, the both of you shared a nice date together, strolling through the ever so ravishing
inazuma city, hand in hand, before he decided to walk you home at last— as heizou tends to do
quite often.
by the end of it you beckoned him to come inside for a couple more rounds of cuddling and sweet
talks about your days.
but especially after all of that, heizou will become quite tired, he'd rub his blurry eyes ever so often
and hug himself closer to your chest before just blurting it out to you.
"i'm sleeping here tonight, okay? okay."
his words were hazy and low now, they broke a little towards the end by how drowsy he had
gotten, with that it was only a matter of time before he was fully gone.
"aren't you uncomfortable like this?"
it's as if he didn't even need an answer from you as well, heizou was extra sleepy and wasn't
capable of moving a muscle, even if you denied his request, you'd be the one who’d have to walk
him home instead.
his whole play with you was a hot take, but you did not mind. Clearly your relationship was very
much fresh but it was going to happen sooner or later before you'd sleep over at his place, or vice
versa.
especially since you preferred to sleep in your own bed, it was a lot more comfortable for you.
mindlessly, you slipped out of his grasp before he whined for you to come back. You rolled your
eyes at him and struggled to piece the words he had thrown towards you together, at this point your
boyfriend was simply muttering nonsense to himself.
the most important necessity in your eyes was to get a few extra blankets, in truth, you were quite
nervous about all of this but the excitement deep within you took over.
the connection you shared with heizou was already strong on its own but to share a bed with him
and wake up the next day was something deemed as romantically intimate in the beginning of each
relationship.
before throwing a blanket over your boyfriend, you quickly slipped out of your clothes to put the
garments you were sleeping in on, strolling back at last.
frankly then, you got a glance of heizou grimacing a loving grin at you through his sleepy face.
swiftly his arms flew up in the air towards your body to motion you back at him, whining like a
puppy when you of course, obliged to his pleas.
"finally, i thought you'd never come back to me."
who knew heizou could be so dramatic when he was sleepy? "i was barely gone." at the last
giggle, you closed your eyes to slumber away, this time with your boyfriend by your side.
heizou‘s natural body heat melted into you and at this, you felt secured, safe and were certainly
ready to fall asleep.
— kazuha
as were most situations with your boyfriend kazuha, this too, was the result of a spontaneous effect
taking place.
he truly couldn't keep his hands off you, they'd either have to be entangled with your own or
carefully clasped around the entirety of your body.
after all, kazuha wanted you to be snug and warm at all times, ever so often rubbing calming
circles on your back while you were telling him all about yet another boring day which somehow
sounded exciting to him.
you see, kazuha was a great listener, and there was nothing he treasured more than you fully
trusting him and talking about whatever crossed your mind.
so he figured, maybe, he should just ask if you want to sleep over tonight? it was already appeared
to be quite the night, the scent of rain was laced around the cold air and he didn't want you to catch
a cold either.
"what do you think of the idea to sleeping over at my place?"
he approached you slowly, noticeably he took baby steps to voice his question, whispering it
against the shell of your ear while you were still locked in his sweet embrace.
"sure, if it's really fine by you."
deep within your core, you had anticipated this for a fine while, so you're naturally excited to
finally fill a new sense of innocent intimacy in your relationship.
at this, you can be sure about it that kazuha will prepare everything himself, he wants you to feel
just like home and doesn‘t require any help from you.
because you, in his heart, were his home so obviously he desired to awaken the same emotion in
you. If his place became like a second secure home to you, he'd be more than delighted and filled
with sheer bliss.
the thought alone of having his arms around you while dozing off to sleep together made his heart
swell heavily, bubbling with excitement.
all the greater was the experience as he got back with an extra pair of blankets and a soft pillow,
gently placing it where it belonged before draping the cover over your bodies.
"come here."
the next gesture of his was easy to decipher, kazuha wanted you near and spread his arms apart so
you could properly find a homely spot to sleep on, embracing him back.
"are you comfortable?" he gingerly kissed your forehead, once, twice, before lowering his head to
meet your glowing eyes, "i am."
the soft hums of his voice were relaxing like a silent sea on a calm night, helping you doze off.
furthermore, the once nervous emotion had soon gone missing and the anticipation of waking up
next to your boyfriend the following day had you fancy all the future memories greeting you.
— xiao
it was clear as day that xiao was exceedingly more anxious and nervous than you were.
on top of that he wasn't certain on why he'd become so tense at something so ordinary than sharing
a bed with each other.
of course, he wasn't the most experienced in the relationship department, but his mind would still
spin uncontrollably within his lost thoughts.
at one particular point xiao's muscles would become so stiff, you'd actually have to ask him again
if he was okay with you sleeping over tonight.
to add to his already embarrassing display, he now had to make sure he isn't scaring you off.
"of course you can stay, why wouldn't you?"
coughing right after answering, xiao repeated the same sentence in a much lighter, smoother voice.
"just asking, i want you to be comfortable."
you're certainly no stranger to your boyfriends personality, but unexpectedly to you, he did agree on
spending the night together.
you could've bet on it that he would simply switch topics, which of course, wouldn't be a problem
either.
"i‘m always comfortable with you by my side."
with someone as xiao, patience was key, you were ready to wait as much as needed for him to
warm up to all of this, after all he hadn't encountered relationships like this before, meaning you
were his first in many things.
xiao wasn't showing any signs of real emotions anymore, he simply laid flat and waited for you to
be done in the bathroom.
you gradually lowered yourself to the snuggly bed afterwards with xiao sharply watching your
every move.
from there on, you scooted closer to place your arm on him so he could lay his head on your chest,
if he so desired it, you would never force anything on him.
"goodnight xiao, sleep well."
knowing full on well that xiao could become quite embarrassed by you simply looking at him, you
closed your tired eyes and appeared to have been dozing off, not fully but almost.
it was then when he slipped himself towards you, closing the gap of your bodies to nuzzle himself
in your chest, just a tiny bit, so featherlight he was almost unable to be perceived if it wasn't for his
warm breath coating your collarbones.
tired of his own jagged breathing, he bit back his lip to force himself to calm his nerves before
letting go of his tender muscles.
as his lips were carefully grazing over your tender skin— not to mention how he thought you were
already long sleeping, he added a quick kiss on your collarbone.
you could discern that particular motion of his as a way to show worship and appreciation towards
you.
obviously xiao was never full asleep, he honestly couldn't be, even if he tried.
if there was something to happen he had to be full on awake and face the so called enemies and
protect you in the process.
but being directly confronted with a newly found emotion like this surely was scary at first, not
because he was scared of you, but because he did not encounter a situation like this before.
at one point he debated what was harder to pass, a bloodthirsty fight or this.
yet for you, the fact that he had shown you slight factors of his own vulnerability was surreal, after
all, there was nothing better than xiao showing you the undying trust he held towards your person.

ও warming you up
Chapter Summary
featuring: heizou, childe, xiao, albedo, diluc, scaramouche, al-haitham x fem! reader
heizou was nervously gnawing on his lip. he can't help it.
there was nothing else to focus on than your pretty being settled in between his thighs, kissing
alongside his shaft.
heizou was dripping, he could curse himself very much right now, how fucking embarrassing, you
barely did anything for him to get to this state.
you were working him up, sliding your tongue over his slit to suckle up his precum while
continuing to look at him through lidded eyes, driving him insane.
"f-fuck, keep teasing me like that and you'll regret it."
heizou was sure of himself and the tone of his voice gave it away. You obviously knew better than
this but the tiny shivers and pleas of your boyfriend were almost worth it.
your lips were now clenching around his stiff cock, biting your nails into his thighs to keep him
still as you bobbed up and down in slow motions.
you wanted him, now. The precious onslaught of his arousal was splattered all over the insides of
you and your tongue did such a good job, drinking in his milk as he always loved you to do so.
"keep taking me like that."
heizou indulged in the energy you put into this, how you twirled your wet muscle over his thin
skin, hollowing your cheeks upon pulling away, only leaving his messy flushed tip engulfed in
your lips.
his attention would never leave you, ever. he was looking between his thighs with a strangled
groan, moaning in a fastened matter. You're lifting yourself down on him again with his lips
motioning your name, over and over, drawing it out in a hesitant hiss.
his cock felt hot, throbbing and heavy against your tongue, his presence towering over you, only
applying pressure on the factor that he was gradually taking over the control you once held.
suddenly, heizou thrusted his hips up into your mouth to catch you off guard, showing you what he
had planned for the both of you afterwards.
he was gritting his teeth now, ghosting his eyes over your trembling body and fantasizing about
what he would do to you next.
✦
"t-this feels good, baby." childe stumbled over his words as you proceeded to lay kisses and pecks
on his collarbones.
you gnawed alongside his jawline, at last gathering his lips in a long kiss., giving him a taste of
you.
it's been so long, it's as if you almost forgot how he felt inside you.
in a way it was surreal to have your boyfriend back, ajax was thoroughly busy with his work so to
enjoy intimacy together again was everything you looked forward to.
"not so fast, we got time."
childe let the pace of his rough thrusts build up, rolling his hips up and setting the coil in you on
fire. His smirk on you was wide and clear, his heart eagerly swelled with an huge ego as he noticed
how much you had missed him.
"who knows when you'll be back again."
granted, childe could never answer a question like that even if he wanted. It was difficult to hold a
relationship with the way his work was going. Another point why he treasured your patience so
much.
lowering yourself up and down his cock, he helped you with his cold hands holding your hips
tightly together. His shaft was already smeared with both his and your arousal, it was now certainly
easier to work his stiff cock on you.
with shuddery noises, you drove him deeper and deeper, the slight curve of his raw cock pushing
onto your sweet places without much work.
looking in between your bodies, he noticed how drenched you were, the liquids of your cunt were
pooled out of you in thick spurts, indicating how deeply you had craved him in the past weeks.
childe was overwhelmed with how your muscles flexed on him too, reaching every nerve ending of
his. The filth and mess spluttering out of your hole and staining his skin filled his vision with
bright stars as he gasped for breath.
you were absolutely ravishing like this and he felt as if he was falling into the universe of pure
euphoria.
the pressure and arch inside you shifted at once, becoming harder to ride out as you cried his name
screamingly, lowering your body once more to starvingly kiss him again, enjoying the moment
together.
it's been as clear as the sky on a sweet summer day that xiao had in fact, a really rough week with
how well he was fucking you tonight.
his thrusts were always rough but now, they were too, punctuated and fast, with his hands digging
into each side of your hips to remotely smack himself into you.
so messy, that's how he felt, so drowsy of your pussy alone, maybe if you let him he'd like to eat
you out once more after making you cum with his cock. Your taste was addicting on his tongue, so
gooey and wet, fuck it was unbearable.
your face was pressed into the soft cushions of your pillows with your ass perked up, so perfectly
and ready to be taken by him. He felt deep inside you, deeper than usual, rubbing your abused
walls with each fast rut.
tears were beginning to dissolve from your eyes, your mouth gaped open with silent cries leaving
your strained throat. "m-more." you responded weakly, "more." coaxing him on to finally make
you cum already.
at your words, xiao draped himself over your back to fan his hot breath over the shell of your ear.
"t-tell me if it's too much."
he huffed out, fingernails digging into your soft, damp flesh. He'd never go too far, even if he was
mad and frustrated, xiao would hate himself if he'd somehow hurt you during the act of love, he so
referred to it.
the fact you were always so good to him, so patient and ready to face whatever he had coming
towards him, xiao loved you more than anything else and he attempted to show you in each and
every way imaginable.
a haste nod from you was all it took xiao to go back to his ruthless tempo, dizzy mind spinning
around as he split you with his impressive cock, your puffy cunt tingling at the sensation of every
brush within your walls.
xiao was towering over your shaking figure, his eyes barely open as a new orgasm quickened its
way to you, all your muscles tense again, preparing for the explosive moment.
albedo's mouth would always water at your ravishing taste.
or the familiar warmth that would evade on his cheeks as you sat on his face, riding his tongue
with your hands holding themselves against the wall for additional support of your body.
your essence was everywhere, running over his chin and throat, his tongue made such a good job to
drink it all up and salvage whatever you would smear onto him.
"k-keep going like this." it was typical for albedo to give you instructions as he mumbled
underneath you, squeezing your ass before aiding you in riding his face.
the drag of your sobbing pussy was gingerly adding strength with his cock now twitching in
between his thighs, the outline of it clearly being viewable on his pants.
normally he kept his cool and control while pleasuring you, yet with how you were moaning his
name above him, albedo surely wasn't sure how long he could hold on like this.
the tasteful cream gathering on your hole was one of the many factors that made him slip one of his
hands against your puffy clit, parting your pussy lips to slurp at your folds.
the squelching noises at his shameless licks had your mind giddy, heavy and daring to fade into
blankness.
"a-albedo fuck!" you're screaming once more as your hands desperately fondled into his hair,
roughly dragging him into you with your spine curving, toes curling at the nerve wrecking
approach.
albedo did not mind, with that said he actually enjoyed whenever you used him like this, whenever
you took what was yours because he in fact, was yours and he wanted you to show him, always.
as busy as diluc would be during the day, the time for you to be together surely would be cut short.
though whenever you decided to visit him in his office, all dazzled up and pretty, not to mention
horny and yearning, he made sure to make it worth your while.
although he had to concentrate on the work in front of him, you lowered yourself onto his heavy
cock to keep him company. Diluc felt as if your pussy was consuming him whole.
so warm and sloppy, one of diluc's arms was wrapped around your waist to keep you all prettily
close, pressing himself as deep as possible that had your eyes rolling into the back ends of your
head.
"d-diluc, take a break please." at this point it didn't matter to you how clingy or desperate you had
begun to sound, all you wanted was for diluc to finally fuck your brains out.
"I'm almost done with my duties, you got to wait patiently love." the faint smile, that damned smirk
that wasn't actually a smirk but drove you insane.
you weren't sure if he was teasing you on purpose or if he was still immersed in his workload.
in an attempt to get his attention, you tried to retract your hips but the moment you do so, diluc
already had his palm clasped onto your ass, squeezing the flesh while simultaneously dragging you
back.
"what did i tell you?" if you didn't know any better, it seemed as if your boyfriend wasn't as
amused with your little play as you might've thought but now, his breathing surely got faster and
broke off in the middle.
to add onto it, his cock was now grazing heavily alongside your flushed walls, sloppily scratching
over your sweetspots.
at this, diluc tried his best not to cum right away, you really caught him on a bad time because
additionally to your cunt swallowing him whole, your scent was now heavier than prior.
"i told you to wait but you just couldn't, hmm?" slowly leaning back into his chair, he watched your
irritated clit tingle with sweet sensations as he roughly plastered his thumb on top of the flesh,
rubbing tiny, playful circles on you.
you squirmed at him, closing your eyes with your hips beginning to ride him, just a bit to wait for
his response.
the low encouraging hum that escaped your lovers lips was all it took you to catch on, breasts
perked up and in full display for him as he caught the first one in his lips, growing wilder and
needy.
"are you still mad at me?"
scaramouche questioned you sharply as he pranced his canine teeth over the inside of your
shivering thighs, the corners of his lips tugged into a light, seducing smirk.
you really wanted to be mad at him still, your boyfriend could be such a handful, not to mention
mean and idiotic to the people around you, it could be both embarrassing and frustrating to put up
with his bullshit from time to time.
"y-yes." the weak lull of your voice was barely to be noticed by him yet he still carried on, licking
his rough tongue into your thighs as he haltered himself just above your drizzling clit.
at the realization of your needy state, the hum of his voice vibrated into you, "doesn't seem like you
are." hearing you whine embarrassingly at his clear remark had him suddenly dig his tongue past
your folds, running his tip onto the skin.
your hips bucked up in a single motion, mindlessly grinding his tongue as he laced his arms around
your hips to dig himself further.
with his jawline relaxed, scaramouche could easily flatten his tongue to run it over your sensitivity,
his fingers arching back to find your hole that was oozing out with your cream.
immediately he had been covered by your essence, swirling his muscle on your hole before
spreading you apart with his digits, forcefully pulling himself in.
every press of his tongue on your messy pussy tied back the air of your lungs with your heart
pumping heavily under your chest.
your cunt was so puffy, pulsating and swollen that the slight nudge of his nose on it had you on the
brink of passing out, your bare chest rising and falling at every flick.
grasping onto the last inch of energy you had left in your body, you attempted to make his way of
apologizing to you more difficult.
"i'll still be mad after this." you weakly spat at him, desperate and disheveled.
scaramouche's eyes peaked up at you in an irritated state, aching his brow a little, knowing your
argument would be all forgotten after he was done with you.
"whatever you say."
✦ -
al-haitham truly couldn't suppress his infamous smirk as he surveyed his eyes over your body
succumbing to his thick fingers.
as second nature as it was for your boyfriend, there was nothing he enjoyed more than fingering
your tiny little hole until you were properly loosened up for his fat cock.
with an urgency you had never experienced of him before, he smacked his fingers back and forth
into your tight sensitivity as he spoke.
"not yet." his words dug into the vibrating body of yours, "you're not allowed to cum yet."
the next kiss on your jawline felt as if he had you lit up on fire, his command only coming
secondary.
how were you supposed to hold yourself back when he was going in a menacing pace like that? it
was really unfair, that's what it was.
"i-i can't." the weakly mewl that crawled out of you only added to the couple of tears prickling out
of your glassy eyes, staining your lashes and warm cheeks with wetness.
"you can baby and you will."
you cried out, you have never felt so open and wet for him, so messy and filled up. His fingers
were huge and heavy on you, you were barely able to hold a mere of two in you as the third one
already prodded on your hole.
al-haitham watched you intently, how your breasts were bouncing up and down from the rough
impact of his fingers or how the swell of your tits was covered in both saltness and sweat, bringing
forth the beauty of your body even further.
he leaned forward a little to catch your trembling lips before suckling on you, abruptly pushing his
tongue right into your warmth.
every nerve of your body was being targeted by him with such expertise and sheer force, your hips
now beginning to roll into him faster.
"someone needs to learn patience."
well, if only he wasn't such a prick sometimes. At the click of his tongue, he teared his fingers off
you, bringing them to your lips to forcefully push them past your mouth.
you moaned and squirmed as he prodded his fingers onto your throat, eagerly making you taste
yourself.
"now, let's try again, shall we?"

ও favorite spot you kiss him on
Chapter Summary
including albedo, scaramouche, zhongli, al-haitham x gn! reader
genre: fluff, kissing, a little heated
— albedo
frankly, albedo was quite keen on any place you would place your lips on, really didn't matter to
him where.
yet, well, when you quietly settle on his lap, he'd first be reluctant to pull you close to him, not that
he doesn't want to of course, because you see, he was of a shy nature in that precise facet.
no matter how reserved he was, he after a while, will gather you close to his chest so you could
easily place your head on his shoulder, lowly drifting your eyes through his otherworldly,
handsome features.
your index finger rotated over his clothed collarbones before dancing over the edge of his shirt,
gently hooking your digit into the garment to meet his bare neck.
"you look tired, 'bedo." you speak and he lightly tilted his head, allowing you to proceed.
"no matter, i'm almost finished my research for this day."
on a warm huff, he fairly nudged your head a little as his body shivered at the trifling lace of your
warm breathing on his neck, right on top of his birthmark, the sign which was particularly precious
and personal to him.
with your touch, you fade into his occupied thoughts, more so when a single finger brushed over
the edges of his birthmark, tracing the symbol along his trembling skin. "we should cook together
today."
you spin your finger teasingly, pulling it away before suffocating the distance from your lips to his
neck, plastering a featherlight peck.
"alright, we will."
albedo held tighter on you now, his adams apple stiffly bobbing against his throat with each kiss
you gifted him.
as your venture continued, his body was on the brink of falling limp, your lips were fitting and
warm on top of his flesh, thoroughly occupying the deeply sensitive spot on him.
now, his head was steadily laid against yours, embracing a new version of intimacy on each other
and relaxing, cozying up until albedo finished the last work load of the day.
— scaramouche
given scaramouche's prior hard comings, he had a troubling time with permitting someone close
to him.
in nearly every instance in the past, his body would flinch at each touch from you, but after all,
scaramouche was sure you were the one, it stung in him, that very emotion only you brought out
right from within.
or perhaps he had just become more acquainted with you and the notion of subtle intimacy, now
being the one to normally approach it first.
you were glowing and he couldn't see himself get satiated by your looks alone, not when your
warm palms were gathering his trembling cheeks, drawing him near you.
garnering him, your heart stammered, your lips a hairbreadth parted from a burning euphoria.
you placed a lenient, subtle kiss on his forehead, following closely, you leaned yourself back to
sweetly nudge his nose before ultimately, connecting to his cold lips.
scaramouche melted into you right away, he practically stumbled forward, that's how much he was
anticipating that moment from you.
a light wrinkle converged on his forehead as he concentrated more than he should, essentially still
wobbly on his offer to your call, holding his breath and giving himself up to you.
a kiss, close yet subtle, nothing more than that, as you in a trice, broke away with a relaxing, warm
smile, eyes linking up promptly.
he flickered down his eyes to your lips again, feebly setting his palm on your cheek when he set his
thumb on top of your mouth, without hurrying, tracing from left corner to the right corner.
dedicating his voice to one last question, he spoke, "can i kiss you this time?"
— zhongli
the specific gut feeling in the pits of zhongli's stomach whenever you touched and held him within
reach, transpired an intimate reaction on him.
either way, as meticulous as it was, it wouldn't compare to his most dearest spot, his hands and
scars.
weightless, that's how your touch felt on him, as you carefully dragged each hand out of his leather
gloves, placing the material on the side.
they're pretty and calloused, his fingers were slender and clean but slightly rough around the edges.
Besides, a simple touch and caress, was all the more personal with the right person.
it was only you he desired, he cradled with his palms when you too, closed the distance to have
them in your hands.
before anything, you will gently brush your thumbs over each knuckle and ridge, tracing the
muscles and faint lines of his silken skin, small scars becoming visible in the margins.
overwhelmed with your devotion and care, zhongli did not speak, rather did he give rein to you
because his soul understood, perceived and accepted you.
"you have a few scars there." you pointed out the obvious, wiggling your thumb over a pretty
abused spot that didn't heal entirely, it must've been of a peculiar, dangerous memory.
sitting upright in front of you, zhongli beheld his gaze on your face, a modest smile whittling on
the corners of his mouth.
"yes, but i do not remember where i have gotten it from."
his head plummeted to the side as if he was striving to find an answer as you quietly laughed in
return, bit by bit, bringing the scars to your parted lips.
the usual tense muscles in his shoulders relaxed while surveying his eyes on you, paying attention
to your further steps.
once assembling his hand towards your face, you delicately smothered each and every scar,
offering every blemish the same desiring treatment.
your eyes glared at him from under your lashes, earnestly asking, "how does that feel to you?"
his mouth began to tremble and twitch at the profound sensation of closeness shared right this
second.
"it appeals to me."
his warm breathing was expelled from his throat at his sincere admittance, "quite a lot."
this alone had prevented zhongli to say anything at all after his last spoken words, rather he was
sure that it was you who could make him feel alive and flourishing again— after all those years he
had lived and perceived himself as numb.
— al-haitham
with how alhaitham would normally hold himself in front of other individuals, he was
uncharacteristically different with you, at least uncommonly for people who did not know him.
offering his warm welcome to you after arriving to your home from work, you accepted his call
and nurtured his tired muscles.
averse from his usual approach, with you, al-haitham's confidence could suffer from your
exhilarating, familiar aura surrounding his body.
his gaze shortly lifted to you as you nudged yourself into his neck, gathering his musky, earthy
scent in your nostrils. His heartbeat was steady and hammered in a calm manner, vibrating through
your skin.
you listened to his every word and breathing, certainly was, that like this, you were more private
and dear than almost in any other occasion.
with how close as you were, your lips garnered the courage to plant a sweet kiss along his jaw,
lowly nibbling on the thin skin.
al-haitham didn't reply to your gesture, additionally he was pleased and fancied by those subtle
touches.
you urged him while never faltering your main aim on his shivering flesh, "tell me more about
your day."
one of your hands were located right above his strong chest, where his heart was firmly pummeling
in. He found comfort in you, his vigorous arm now entirely winded around you.
"there's not much to tell other than plenty of headaches."
at this, you laughed, consoling his weary, sleepy expression, lingering persistence applying on your
featherlight kisses on the underside of jaw, never floundering your attention, essentially sinking to
his neck at last to continue.
"leave it to me baby." you speak, tracing your hand down the rills of his stomach, up and down, up
and down, "just relax for me, okay?"

ও where he likes to cum
Chapter Summary
— ꒰ including ꒱ — diluc, alhaitham, kazuha, scaramouche, childe x fem! reader
— ꒰ DILUC ꒱ + inside of you
"do you feel me?"
a little coquettish, diluc spoke against your neck, rolling his hips into your spread open hole,
giving into the sobbing pleasure.
you're curling your fingers into his deep red hair, lightly digging your nails into his scalp, "d-diluc,
please." your shaking proceeded to become more violent and so where his sloppy thrusts.
"c-can't get enough of you, ever." he admitted, his ruts now so uncoordinated and uneven, you
realized diluc was close, on the edge of his so called blissful release, a hairbreadth away from
tasting the so called euphoria.
his hips added onto speed before he was able to control himself, the way your dripping pussy was
engulfing the entirety of his whole length so greedily and desperate was coursing through his
pulsating veins.
diluc wanted to release right now, urged you to milk him with your sweet little cunt, that belonged
to him, just him.
only he was allowed to worship you, eat you out and lastly, spill his gift deep inside you until you
were nothing more than a stuffed full, fucked out mess underneath his huge body.
"ah- fuck." he hilts himself completely, hips grinding and hitting the mushy, abused spots within
you, "fuck!" as he bit his lip to control his words, it still did not constrict him to moan your name in
pure ecstasy, hauling himself down to quickly chase your mouth with his.
you're grinding your hips up fully, meeting his tempo, mewling and sobbing sweetly as you
hiccuped his name, over and over, a small bubble of tears splattering over your warm cheeks that
had you bury your face in him.
and then you feel him, all of him, his warm thick cum was heavy and turned your body giddy,
soiled with pleasure. As a clear result his breathing came short, diluc felt himself untwist in you,
emptying his white essence and burying it, as if he didn't want it to leave anymore.
"it's leaving." he suddenly claims, you didn't expect his lips to form a somewhat similar expression
of a pout, he was almost relentless by how greedily he urged his cum back to nestle in your pussy.
you hazily smiled back at your boyfriend, still overly sensitive and feeling his every move as diluc
proceeded to smoothly drag himself back and forth, back and forth, with the obscene squelching
noises outlining your wetness.
"i don't want it to leave you." in the heat of his admittance, he lowered himself in combination of
digging his once semi erect cock back into you as much as he could, hungrily capturing your lips.
with this, you could feel him twitch again, pulsating hard while engulfed in your mess covered
walls, breathing hitched but his eyes, they told another story, surrounded in a maze of aching
impulses.
— ꒰ ALHAITHAM ꒱ + on your face
the delicate hold on your hair alhaitham had when he observed your blubbering expression, eyes
dwindling with tears, felt surreal and exhilarating.
he could feel your struggle, always, yet you still had been doing such a good job for him, suckling
on his huge cock that was barely able to fit in your mouth, if only you could part them a tiny bit
more.
unbidden, your mouth worked on your own, lowly tracing your tongue whenever he was fully
settled and prodding your throat while hollowing your cheeks as you went back up, fingers moving
lower to outline over his length and balls.
"f-fuck." it was rare for you to hear him speak like this, so uncoordinated and all over the place.
"you're so- so fucking good at this, you know that? of course you do."
the heat had coiled in him, his loins were thoroughly on fire and stagnating with every lap of you.
You clawed onto his muscular thighs and ridged through his tight pants, holding him as bear as
possibly.
"close." his palms suddenly burned into your head, "yo-you're gonna make me cum."
how pretty his little angel was with your cute mouth, sugary sweet lips and archons, your sounds,
noises without words and he not only heard them, no, he also felt them on his stiff length, vibrating
through his thin skin.
the fluidity in your movements was turning easier the more of his pre and your spit was gathered in
your mouth. Alhaitham stirred and growled lowly, shifting you back and forth on his unbreakable
grasp as he began to rut himself deeper, faster.
in this, you closed your eyes to focus on your breathing, flaring your nostrils just a bit to get
enough air through you. You were already haze minded, your vision blurring a faint white but then
he abruptly widened the space to pull himself out of your messy wetness.
alhaitham spiraled his cock in between the little tunnel he shaped with his hand, feverishly jerking
himself in front of you as you breathed out of your mouth, every inch of energy exiting your state.
"there you go baby." he suddenly coos, you knew what he meant, immediately prodding your
tongue out to catch as much of his gift as you could.
those words alone were the only form of warning you had gotten when his white milk splurged in
thick ribbons on top of you, messily coating your mouth, cheeks and tongue.
despite the abruptness of it all, you moaned at the warm stir, slicked up when he dragged his wet
tip over the mess, spreading it further on your skin.
alhaitham was smirking at you, how could he not? the way he scanned your face, so unbelievably
sexy, eager to feel your warm mouth again.
— ꒰ KAZUHA ꒱ + on your stomach
the mattress shifted of kazuha's body retracting himself further, gathering your legs to push against
you, feeling his swollen tip probe between your squishy folds.
he fit his head into your hole again, driving himself inside and filling you up, a groan rumbling in
his tensed up chest.
"ah- you feel so warm." no further, he moaned into your neck, lowering himself to nibble on your
sensitive skin while grinding his hips forward.
"let me- let me taste you after this." he spoke without an inch of shame, sometimes you wondered
if he was even aware on just how riled up you could become from his words and manners of
speech alone.
kazuha twisted his arms over your shuddering body to keep you close as you did the same,
wrapping them around his waist while digging your nails into his back.
his skin was warm and sticking against yours, his warm cheeks flushed with a yearning urge to
finally climax, sharply indrawing his breath to fuck your brains out, breasts bouncing at every rut
as he caught one in his hand, fondling the bundle.
your moans deepened the coil within him, your hands working over his straining, wet skin as low
profanities left your lips. Kazuha imagined this all day, dreaming how you guzzled and sucked him
dry, how you made him cum violently until he was nothing more than a shivering mess.
with his last couple of thrusts he could feel the twist in his stomach unwind, just in time he
managed to pull himself out as he hastily trailed himself into his hand, already clumsily spilling out
thick globules of his cum on your lower stomach.
you're crying at the warmness and liquid, kazuha always came a lot when he reached his climax,
but this time it splotted up to your chest with him greedily smearing it over your stomach up to your
breasts, flicking his cock head over your sore nipples.
— ꒰ SCARAMOUCHE ꒱ + on your cunt
for scaramouche, the more soiled and dirty the bedsheets, not to mention you, would become after
he fucked you silly, the more he enjoyed the whole process of making love to you.
there's no point in fucking you otherwise, he wanted you to be smudged and tarnished with his
white seed, wanted to paint you nastily and memorize it in his filthy mind forever, maybe jerk
himself off to the memory of it all later.
"fuck- fuck you're so fucking tight, fuck!"
he lowered his body to sloppily kiss you, moaning dirty words into your mouth while jolting his
cock past the tight muscles of your cunt, angrily rutting his length in.
he claimed you, all of you, and you surrendered, truly, giving yourself to him in your glory.
Scaramouche knew how to use you, how to leave you begging for him and drooling over his
throbbing cock.
he stiffened a groan on your lips, dragging the wet tip of his tongue over your mouth, "i'm so
fucking close."
the smacks of your body only elicited you to cry out again, your throat straining and on fire from
archons knows how many times you had spilled his name from your lips.
his scent and smell was washing all over you, It was all you could perceive and bath in, not that
you were complaining that is, it had you weak on your muscles, your mind on the brink of turning
off as another blow of his hips came, this time rougher, but also needier.
"please- kuni please." you're mewling, sobbing with his thrusts growing erratic, swift but so
outlandishly hard, it tickled all the pulsating spots in your messy cunt.
"i'm going to ruin you." he's whispering, his voice sweeter against your lips, capturing his mouth as
you moaned into him, the last pumps of his cock pushing you past the edge as he messily dragged
himself out, releasing and coating your mushy folds.
scaramouche dragged his cock head in between your flesh, overturning your pussy with his hefty
seed and making sure to plaster it all together, watching it stick onto one another.
he's smirking now, "f-fuck, that's what I'm talking about, dear." his teeth scraping over his lower lip
to muffle a groan, again pressing his tip in your fluttering hole to tease you just a bit, each drop of
his cum doubling on each stroke.
— ꒰ CHILDE ꒱ + on your ass
childe quickly dragged a fluffy pillow under your hips to have your ass all prettily perked up,
roughly squeezing and fondling on your precious flesh.
fuck, he loved you, adored you, all of you and how fucking cute your pussy looked squished in
between your mushy ass, he needed to bury himself back into you again.
"fuck baby, keep taking me like that." he's smirking, splaying his large palms over your skin to
mercilessly plunge into your pretty pussy.
he's melting, ajax felt you flutter and clench down on him, grab him and impatiently swallow him
all in. The precise rolls of his hips were intoxicating and undeniably punctuated, as if he knew
which exact spots to tackle.
the sound of bodies colliding onto each other crowned in midst the insufferable hot air in your
room, childe's half lidded, piercing gaze digging daggers into your backside.
he's quick to lay himself flat on your back, soft pants soothing your sweat covered neck when he
abruptly bit down, his solid length straining the most delicate muscles within your walls as you
curled on him, crying his name in a sobbing chorus.
"one more baby." he's hooking his fingers around your neck, "one fu-fuck— one more and I'm
done baby." his tongue was smoothing down on your shoulder, roughly licking as he kept his
messy pace, your slick thoroughly covering his pelvis.
you melt into the soft cushions, tangling into his arms as you perceived a sudden shudder from
him, his pleasure washing down on his entire body in an instant.
your cunt twisted and constricted his movements, your sniffles nothing more than an undertone as
he jerked himself back, planting his filth on top of your ass and squeezing his toe curling load in
between your flesh.
ajax was never satisfied, he continued to watch his milk dribble down your ass to your thighs,
observe how your figure shuddered under his broad body, clawing onto the pillows while wiggling
your ass back to him.
he's coy, breathlessly laughing and planting his cock in between your buttocks, "you're so fucking
hot, you know that?"
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ও not saying "I love you" back
Chapter Summary
including scaramouche, ayato, alhaitham, cyno x gn! reader
꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, we‘re evil (especially in cyno's part)
— scaramouche
"and please don't forget to buy some fruit!"
you sing over to your boyfriend, musing with a pacifying, settling timbre in your voice when
scaramouche indisputably turned around one last time before leaving for the grand bazaar.
in any other occasion, the two of you would proceed to go together, hand in hand, strolling through
the entirety of Sumeru City while sauntering in midst the many food vendors to stock up for the
upcoming week.
"i will, stop repeating it all over again."
he's gutted, scrunching his eyebrows with indistinct wrinkles showing on his forehead, "i'm not
stupid." obviously, kuni was barking back in his usual fashion, tiptoeing around the edge of your
nerves.
"obviously you're the smartest."
you responded, with a crooked little grin accompanying your teasing, the taunting that had your
boyfriend weak on the knees, making him all giddy but he wouldn't admit it, ever.
he sighs, acting a bit peeved, but in truth he could barely muffle a laugh, or a little giggle at least,
"whatever, i'm leaving." your eyes follow him, watching as he walked towards the exit, speaking
once more. "bye, love you."
"bye!"
okay, well, maybe you were evil after all.
you weren't sure what brought you to the realization that, yes, maybe now was the right time to
poke fun at your boyfriend, provoke scaramouche to tickle a sweet, little reaction out of him.
the moment he had heard you speak, he didn't move, as if he was waiting for the last few sentences
he was sure, you must've forgotten.
"really? is that all you got to say to me?"
scaramouche was swaying from leg to leg, left to right, killing time and fiddling his thumbs as his
eyes dangerously proceeded to throw daggers on your resting frame, yearning for attention.
"mhm!"
as it was, you didn't seem to care, at all, it was both irritating and off putting.
aside from how you were innocently resting on the couch while browsing and paging through a
little picture book you bought a while back, you were still, ignoring him, thoroughly indulging in it.
right off the bat, his face tweaked, his left brow twitching in displeasure.
actually, there were two possible routes to take right now, he figured; one, he could either just
brush it off and go on about his day or second, he'd go back and find out what he had possibly done
wrong this time.
obviously it must've been something quite significant, because normally it's you who's saying 'i
love you' first and he needed, no, he deserved to hear that, right now.
so .. how dare you forget about it just like that? without an inch of remorse?
scaramouche was standing upright, shoulders confidently jolted back, while walking to where you
were sitting st, and you noticed, of course you did, yet you pretended you didn't, fully immersing
yourself into your other activity.
"hey." he speaks lowly now, a little confused but he's got the sprit before carefully lowering
himself next to you.
"what's so interesting about this?"
he's ignorantly swatting his hand towards the little book in your grasp, his eyes were now, a touch
lower, as if he was sad and actually concerned. "weren't you going somewhere?"
you were expecting this, flawlessly guessing his next step.
yet you opted to burst the bubble before you'd end up giving your boyfriend a heart attack.
meanwhile scaramouche couldn't believe his own hearing, momentarily he was more than fed up,
bewildered, "you know what? forget it."
he pursed his lips, you knew he wasn't good with words so when he made an effort to angrily get
up from his seat, you quickly wiggled your arms around his waist to drag him down again,
nuzzling into his back when scaramouche plopped back into the cushions with a low heave.
"i was just messing with you." you're clasping on him tighter, further when you noticed a slight
shake in his body, "forgive me please."
you're mumbling, hardly a whisper, as scaramouche cradled his body to face you, his lips carved
into a purse, it was visible on how displeased and worried he had gotten.
he's accepting your apology in his own ways, kind of.
curling himself into your hug and precisely positioning his lips so they’d ghost against your ear,
"do this again and i‘ll get back at you." gently kissing your earlobe, "but so much harder."
— ayato
"i will be free to retire from my duties tonight."

ayato spoke in a tranquil approach while applying a moisturizer on his face, gently massaging it
into his skin.
"i'll fetch you later so you can join me for dinner."
it was quite usual for the both of you to plan your day ahead post slumber, above that going over
ayato's schedule in particular which was mostly tightly packed and overfilled.
"sounds good to me." you're quick to slip into a cozy garment before lowering yourself to the
vanity in his bedroom, smiling and carrying on to finish your daily routine.
taking this into consideration, ayato was set to start his day, slipping himself into his jacket before
walking back to you once more.
he's lowering his face to charmingly nudge your jaw, "i'll be leaving now." his knuckles gently
stroked down your nape while pondering softly.
subsequently, he quietly settled his lips on your cheek to plant a chaste goodbye kiss on you, "i
love you."
that being done, ayato stood tall to walk out of your shared bedroom because normally, in any
other instance, you'd say it back anyways, no reason for him to wait.
"until later!" your fingers moved idly over your face, not gifting him a single look back, whatever it
was— that was developing right now, ayato at first, had no clue about it.
especially once he's almost reached the door, he figured, wait a minute, how come you still didn't
say it back?
strange, he thought.
ayato narrowed his eyes and turned around, carefully observing you, extending all his senses in
efforts to get behind the little mystery, and then, in the blink of an eye, it clicked and resonated in
him.
"oh." ayato put his deepest, commanding voice, his scent, still hovering throughout the entire
room, making you nervous, "so that's the little play you have issued for me today."
you're clearing your throat upon noticing the slight vibrations on the floor, emphasizing that he was
walking towards you.
"i don't know what you're talking about, baby."
feigning innocence, you so early deciphered that it was in vein, coming from the mere fact that
now, your boyfriend had an amusing grin spread across his smooth lips. "you don't know?"
he slowly clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, quietening his steps once reaching your
body and placing his hands on top of your shoulders, watching you through the mirror of the
vanity.
he's leaning forward, his shadow overcasting a spell on your body that had all your earlier
confidence dissolved into nothingness, you caught yourself panicking and cradled your head to the
side to meet his own.
"you know i'm utterly displeased if you act this way."

along the thin skin of your jaw, he planted short kisses on your flesh, his warm, minty breath
ghosting over your face, "what way?"
you really wanted to know it now, desired to jump into the cold water without any safety measures.
you took a hard swallow and prolonged the eye contact, "like a brat."
you crooked a smile and then laughed, breathlessly giggling at him.
"ugh, i thought i would win today!"
you, in defeat, dramatically leaned back into the chair to render yourself defenseless, next, cradling
his cheek to kiss him tenderly, "sorry."
his animated smile turned your heart ablaze, he was so outlandishly handsome even though he had
just woken up half an hour ago.
ayato returned your kiss at the same time, liquifying your touch into his own when he drew himself
back, a little, with you still being capable to taste his lips.
"now." he pauses for a brief instance, just a bit, before feebly nudging your nose, "say it back."
— alhaitham
alhaitham had told you, consistently, to be more mindful about your surrounding, urging you to
take of yourself, most importantly your overall health.
and at any time you would assure him that you will listen, yet only shrugging his solicitousness off
as nothing more than a small scale characteristic of his 'protective boyfriend' nature which traits he
would display occasionally.
yet there you were now, sadly— and much to your dismay, vastly nauseous from coughing your
literal heart out and attempting to get rid of the gnawing burn in your throat, your stomach churning
after every inch of your muscles pulsing.
obviously for alhaitham personally, it was quite funny in the beginning, after all he had told you
numerously to look after yourself, that there was a serious flu going around in Sumeru City.
so .. for you to not listen to his advice after all? let's say he wasn't surprised.
"how's my patient doing?" you can hear your boyfriend sing from across the room as you narrowed
your eyes upon noticing that damned grin induced on his face, especially at the amusing little ring
surrounding the color of his voice.
"what do you want?"
you're speaking lowly, a little raspy while fighting the soreness in your throat, "did you get my
medicine?"
you weren't sure if alhaitham purposely took his time to get your treatment or if it was you, in fact,
who didn't have any patience left in your frail body.
"of course i did." he's forcefully rolling his eyes, acting all dramatically while childishly swaying
the package in his hand.
"what would *you* possibly do without me?"
folding your arms over your body, you intently stared at him now, as if the sole reason he got up in
the morning was to get the best of you, mess with you or maybe punish you for not listening
sooner.
alhaitham dropped himself onto the bed where you were currently residing in, comfortably nuzzled
up in your blanket when you noticed the apparent shift of weight on the mattress.
you're reaching your hand out for the medicine, an invitation clearly made in vein, "can i?" the chill
in the air cuts through the haze and pain in your throat, bringing your boiling blood singing on the
surface of your cheeks.
as alhaitham made no effort to actually hand it to you, you were on the brink of snapping,
attempting to grab it yourself yet he quickly pulled it back. "now, now." he speaks, amused.
"what do we say beforehand?"
"you're joking." your words are short, clumsy and there was something utterly repellent about the
hilarity in alhaitham's tone and mannerism, "i'm not."
you're huffing out an exhausted sigh, reflecting the situation in your mind as to how you could pay
him back for this behavior, clearly you were aware of how your boyfriend tends to act, how he
could be quite a smart ass to you, but mostly to everyone around him.
instantaneously alhaitham breathlessly laughed as he noticed you zoned out, carefully planting the
medicine in your palm, "yes, i was joking." his hand drew itself to your cheek to playfully nudge
the flesh when he continued his sentence to you, "you're lucky i love you."
"whatever." you spoke and abruptly closed your hand to plump back into the velvety cushions of
your shared bed, fully averting his gaze.
"you can go now."
there is a pause before he said anything, your face was hidden in the pillow when he watched over
your shoulder.
"so .. you won't say it back or?"
"nope." you were quick to shush him, "really?"
"yes."
"are you sure?"
"yes."
it was an instinct when he suddenly let out a laugh, but an inaudible one, the sound not echoing
through the room when it unexpectedly went back to silence.
okay, well, maybe he was a bit harsh today, he figured, you were sick after all so your reaction was
valid.
alhaitham carefully sank himself further into the bed so you could perceive his warm body flushed
against yours, his broad arm lazily falling over your waist, "okay, okay, i got the message."
whispering in defeat, you suppressed a giggle, cradling your head so you could look at him, "what
do we say beforehand?"
the mock in your voice was evident and he did not mind, replying with a chaste kiss on your
forehead, "i'm sorry."
— cyno
when it came to something as crucial as playing tcg with your boyfriend cyno, he always urged you
to never hold back, to ruthlessly crush him with your cards.
most of the times your boyfriend would get quite competitive as well and you, in all honesty, did
not mind. It was cute, really, how his face would slightly scrunch up whenever you were able to
land a pivotal hit on one of his cards.
but what was a game .. without some additional fun tucked into it?
especially since cyno was overall a protective boyfriend, you'd love to tickle a new reaction out of
him that you never experienced beforehand.
"it seems your cards aren't working well together."
he speaks volumes, two little dimples appearing on either side of his mouth as he chewed on the
insides of his cheeks, concentrating and figuring out his next move to take.
"you're always so cruel to me, cyno."
you suddenly blurted out, adding a little mewl.
at this, his eyes abruptly widen in irritation, it wasn't particularly the sentence itself that made him
struggle to comprehend what you just said, but the way you had phrased it.
"what?" he says at last, slowly tugging his cards to his body, "you never let me win!"
the contents of his mind have been pinned to your face, eagerly, attempting to decipher what the
hell was going on right now.
"and i thought you love me, hm, whatever."
you quickly had to hide your face from him, biting back an evil laugh that was just about to spill
when he laid his cards down the table.
"wait." he's panicking and for a moment, you felt bad for even playing this little trick on him, or,
messing with his emotions, "of course i love you."
your fingers were playing with the hem of your shirt when you acted reluctant to answer.
"oh, that's awkward now."
your mouth split into a half grin, unable to prevent yourself from keeping up your devilish scheme
but archons, cyno's face was priceless, he was absolutely bewildered, as if your words alone gave
him serious whiplash.
"speak clear to me now."

his words dried in his throat, agonizingly slow, looking just as horrifying as if he was in the midst
of working his occupation as a matra, fighting to the brink of utter death.
"when did you plan to tell me that you didn't harbor the same feelings for me after all?"
cyno couldn't feel his heart anymore, yet it was thrumming expressively under his ribcage.
you breathe in and hold it, nostrils flaring, before you bursted out in a long laugh in front of him,
hiding your mouth with the palm of your hand.
"i was just messing with you!"
needless to say, cyno, didn't find it hilarious at all, clicking his tongue while aiming to get up from
his seat when you were quick to jump out of your own, dipping him back into the cushions.
"i'm sorry!" you nervously hugged him, tightly wrapping your arms around his neck, "don't be
mad."
if only you weren't so sweet or the love of his life then maybe, he could've stayed mad, or at least
lectured you about your wrong doings.
but cyno, did not speak at all, rather did he draw himself into you before leaning in to meet your
eyes, propping his chin on your shoulder.
"you're a menace." he exhales with a shuddery laugh, shaking his head in disbelieve and rubbing
his eyes awake.
the look of deep concern was still vividly noticeable when he danced his hand over your back
soothingly, "now's the time." he suddenly words to you, imploring the obvious with his lips barely
moving an inch.
"the time for what?" you were confused, lightly pinching his cheek.
"to say it back." he gazes up, his eyes softening like liquid fire, "you forgot to say it back."

ও let me melt into you
Chapter Summary
— ꒰ including ꒱ — heizou, pantalone, childe, alhaitham, xiao x fem! reader
— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, kinda soft but also not ??
— ꒰ HEIZOU ꒱
heizou loved watching you like this, severely struggling to keep your emotions contained while
holding yourself against the sheets with pretty tears covering each corner of your eyes.
at any different occasion he would've been in midst of the process of fucking you roughly, but
tonight, he was greedy, heizou simply took a contrasting approach to the somewhat of a brat
reminding behavior you set forth today.
don't get this wrong though, other times he adored whenever you bite back, it embarrassingly
turned his loins on fire when he could clearly discern that you indeed tested him right now,
enthusiastically waiting for a response from him.
it's never easy with him and ultimately the little game would finish in heizou triumphing over you,
frankly, it didn't matter how much you went through the process of messing with his mind, he'd
truthfully have you figured out from the very beginning.
it became a habit now, to watch you squirm, you'd regret you ever thought to have a single chance
against him in the first place.
"h-heizou." your attempt to stop his rough touch on you ultimately failed as you lightly curved
your back off the mattress when his length was remotely massaging over your soaked folds.
"hm?" it was pretty fucking clear that, like this, you're going to lose your damn mind, "it's too
much!"
he gave you not a single chance to voice any rebuttal or apologize for being a little brat, leaving
himself completely sheathed right in between the squishy flesh but not once coming close to your
hole, to that one place you longed for him the utmost.
"oh!" you could distinguish the insincerity in his tone from a mile away. "i do apologize, dear."
your confused look quickly flashed before him when he playfully patted his cock head on your
pussy, bathing in your whines.
they turned him on, the more you had exhaled them gravelly, more so in a shaking timbre, he could
notice himself throb on your folds, "i wasn't able to note anything important from your mindless
blabbering."
at his words, you felt the raw drag of his rough length again, almost torturous and messy,
graciously rubbing it on your delicate flesh while simultaneously smearing the filth over your
puffy clit to have you coated with both his pre and your slick.
the next shaking moan you heavily heaved went straight to his groin, "please, i'm sorry!" it didn't
help that your body was jolting from the overstimulating factor of his precise targeting, that your
eyes had grown glassy and low lidded, your lips swollen from the numerous amounts of times you
bit down to muffle your noises.
heizou wondered if it was time to give you what you want, lazily grinding himself over your wet
pussy before slowly lowering his head to chase your lips, indulging in your sweet cries, "do you
think you'll be good now?"
— ꒰ PANTALONE ꒱
you spread your thighs for pantalone, a little more, while your fingers were playing with your
entrance and putting on a show.
jaw slacked, you gently rubbed your middle finger over your hole, yet despite that still fending
your gaze from him, being far too ashamed to see pantalone stare at you so intently, so, menacing
almost.
"add a finger." he commands, it wasn't a question, it was something he required for you to do ..
kind of, belittling, but you regardless do as he said.
with one hand you had yourself propped up and stabilized your entire weight on it while you
naturally let the first finger be sucked in, only to the first knuckle with the slight split of your cunt
being barely perceivable.
a slight relief washed over your skin as you felt your body heat grow, lightly pumping the finger in
and out, "how does it feel?" pantalone's voice was low, tranquil and immensely controlling, "tell
me everything."
while you pleasured yourself he slowly got rid of his pants, the jingle of his belt echoing through
the room.
he was pulling them down entirely and quickly discarding of them with his boxers heavily
outlining the big tent.
he beckoned you to move back to the headboard of the bed while he lowered himself to the
mattress, settling in between your legs, "don't stop." your mind was dwindling with anticipation,
one single finger of yours was nothing in comparison to the real deal, to pantalone's cock
bottoming in and out of you in his usual fast approach.
"please." you're weakly heaving, "i need you." you didn't have to tell him, pantalone had already
deciphered that by the wet squelching noises a single finger was capable of making, "be good."
he's urging you, pulling down his boxers with his cock springing free, grabbing it in his palm to
lazily stroke his length while spreading his pre over the slit. "be good and i'll give you what you
want."
you mewled but kept going, you felt an additional layer of pleasure inflicted on you once you
carefully danced your eyes over the wonderful play right in front of you, that being him fisting his
cock into the little tunnel of his hand.
you rubbed yourself faster and kept going, your nipples by now standing up and entirely erected as
he, in a trice, swatted your hand away to abruptly fill you with his cock.
"f-fuck, baby!" your mouth hung low with your throat drying out when he quickly lowered himself
to lay flat on your body, leaving you no time to adjust to him at all.
your legs wrapped around his waist in an instant, keeping him close when you cried into his
shoulder, "you see?" he notes, still relaxed despite your cunt violently clenching down on his girth,
"that's what you get when you behave."
— ꒰ CHILDE ꒱
you embarrassingly hid your face in the fabric of childe's jacket when you straddled him all
graciously, in his office, where at any moment someone could come burst in and catch you both.
it was in vein to be mad at ajax for it, he treasured being close to you and although his work
schedule was tightly packed, there was always some space to squish in some additional time with
you.
"shh." archons, his slender hands fell absolutely maddening on your thighs, more when he
playfully squeezed the skin, "you don't want someone to check up on the noise you're making,
hm?"
of course you wouldn't want that, but fuck, childe made it extra difficult for you today. "I-i don't!"
you were a panting mess, whining for the man that was the sole reason you were in this position in
the first place.
his cockhead was repeatedly nudging onto the swollen splotches of your velvety walls, it all felt
lewd and disgustingly good, tremendously hot when you continued to grind down on his erected
member with his guidance.
"but-" he's smirking, his pretty eyes locking down on where you were soiling his clothes.
"i don't want you to get a wrong idea." childe was suddenly pulling your head towards him with
one hand, placing his lips right in front of your ear, "i love the sounds you make for me." childe
was bottoming out, entirely burying his length into you, "only for me."
you squeak at the roughened pace and held onto his neck for your dear life while he took over each
square of control, tearing it from your grasp.
the string of tiny whines of his names weren't able to be spotted by him as he continued to use you
as his cocksleeve, his dear angel who'd always be here to warm him up, to make him sloppily cum
deep inside your pussy.
he was so warm, so big and you caught yourself clenching down on him with his thrusts becoming
jagged, a harsh groan through his clenched jaw being the ultimate evidence of that fact.
you struggled to keep him all in yet childe found it adorable, as he always did.
how, whenever he dragged you down so you'd swallow his complete length, you'd quickly scrunch
your brows together with a couple blurred wrinkles showing themselves on your forehead.
bringing you closer to him, he selfishly pulled you back and forth, the cutest look being laced on
his handsome face when his ragged breathing was lurking on your skin.
— ꒰ ALHAITHAM ꒱
alhaitham could never tear his eyes off you, his gaze open wide, observing your every muscle
grow rigid at every new raw drag of his cock within your walls.
he's so heavy in you and if you were trying to describe it, which was difficult in its entirety, you'd
start on how overflowing it felt, how thick and strong inside, how it accurately rubbed over your
sore spots.
he leaned forward to make sure to get a clear, good look on your teary expression, "you okay?" he
whispers on your lips before dragging your hips towards him to have his cock fully enveloped by
you, stilling his movements.
"y-yes." although it became quite difficult to breathe for you, from the way he had flushed his body
on top of yours, it still didn't stir you off your hazy euphoria. "please move!"
between the weak knocks of your hand on his broad chest and your desperate mewls, alhaitham
grazed you with the sweetest smile he had available.
"whatever you say." he knows you, every nook and cranny of your sweet spots embedded in his
mind and he can see it, see how he was hitting all those spots by the corrupted expression on your
face.
you flinched as your body went back from relaxing to being dragged back and forth by his bare
hands, your tits bouncing up and down in tandem of his precise, deep thrusts.
your throat made it more difficult for you to voice a single syllable, instead you cried out in a
chorus of unclear blabbering, every sharp ram of his cock, like a dagger, pinching against your
warm skin.
you didn't expect him to be able to go quicker, the pace he went for now was maddening and
thrilling, his eyes were too, dragging over every little square of your body, your cute tits, your
swollen lips, squished tummy and hands playing with your sore nipples.
alhaitham felt seen, not only was it his dirty thoughts being able to rush out of him, or how he
turned the little fantasies he had bristling in his mind into reality today, but how comfortable he felt
with you by his side, didn't matter if next to him, or like right now, under him while he was
fucking you brainless.
— ꒰ XIAO ꒱
all of xiao's focus was on you and all of your focus was on him.
it's as if the world stood still in this moment, in those fleeting seconds of pure joy inflicted on each
other only you mattered to him.
being intimate in its complete form was a huge deal for xiao, it felt surreal to be able to lay in bed
with you, make love and melt all his frustration into your body.
he was rough when he pushed his lips on top of yours, chasing your tongue with his own and
suckling on your wet muscle when he continued to hump your clothed pussy.
archons, you made him feel so so good, his voice was hushed and gritty, his hands finding both
sides of your hips to keep you down on the bed, dark locks falling into his face.
you break the heated kiss to take a much needed breather, sinking your gaze to watch your wet
panties outlining your squishy folds, his controlled pace and rubs only setting a new feeling in you.
no longer was the room silent, it echoed with various sounds and heavy breathing coming from
both of you, xiao would most of the times prevent himself from moaning, instead humming
affectionate desire towards you.
but his cock, his heavy cock was ruthless and maddening, it didn‘t matter how often you had done
it before, it‘ll always leave a significant impression on your body afterwards.
"xiao— xiao!" your little whines seemed like a request, an unvoiced one, "please, i can‘t take it
anymore." you emphazised your point when you lightly wiggled your hips, your clothed folds
grinding up to meet the raw trail of his cock.
"not yet." he suddenly responded, his breath was fogging on your skin and arose the little hairs on
the back of your neck, your sensitive pussy sobbing when xiao carefully kneaded your folds with
his length, "this feels pleasant."
you didn‘t get a chance to protest nor beg him not to continue, you finally wanted him to fuck you
properly, to impale you with his heavy cock instead of carrying on with his teasing— with the
teasing in question not even being perceived as one by him.
the poor nerves on your lower region, tingling with sweet sensations, it was tedious and your thighs
were on fire from the additional amounts of times you jerked your hips up to get into a good spot
for xiao to massage you with his length.
"almost." he‘s assuring you now, in his familiar timbre muffled with a shaking exhale, placing his
middle and ring finger on your burning clit to draw vicious circles on the splotch, "a-almost there."

ও dodging his kiss
Chapter Summary
including kaveh, thoma, xiao, scaramouche x gn! reader
꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, i love making them suffer
— kaveh
"hey no fair! give me a kiss."
nonsense. utter nonsense. kaveh wondered what had started all of this.
the urge, or let's rephrase that, the sudden interest you took to squabble at every minuscule
situation, alternating between being his sweet significant other or turning into a taunting little devil.
again, before he was about to leave for the akademiya, kaveh helplessly required from you to send
him off with a kiss, just one, but as he went on to fill the distance between you both, you quickly
tipped your head to the side in order for him to barely hit your cheek.
he's frowning, the warm air he exhaled tiptoeing on your skin.
"why are you like this?" for an individual as romantic as kaveh seemed to be, you sure had him on
the edge the entire time, tickling out every sweet reaction you desired to witness and archons, was
he easy to get to this state.
one might think that being roommates with the scribe surely had his sensitive nerves tightened, had
them turned to clear, unbreakable diamonds that weren't able to be messed with.
"you're cute when you're angry." you shamelessly admitted back to him, benevolently conveying
the sweetest smile you had stored while watching him pout, settling for a closer spot next to you
when he ultimately caged you in with his arms.
and when he was hardly an inch away from your face, kaveh decided to give you a taste of your
own, bitter medicine.
"really? so you're only cute when you're nice."
dramatically, and in his usual fashion, kaveh tipped his head back to deflect his attention from you
to the ceiling, nervously waiting for a response back while also mentally praying to the dendro
archon that he didn't cause you any pain with his words.
you see, it was quite seldom for him to tease you back, to push you over the edge because in reality
he clearly enjoyed the differences in personalities you both shared.
it's also safe to say that he preferred your minimal plays to that of his roommates, who'd always go
too far like last time when he casually decided to grab both keys, making it impossible for kaveh to
sleep in their shared home so that he had to come over, in the midst of the night, to stay overnight
at your place.
(not that you mind, if anything, you'd love it when alhaitham could repeat the corresponding
situation as much as he desired to.)
your smile, in a sudden, slowly disappears when it after a couple of seconds, rose back up in a
contagious laughter, your palm subconsciously hiding your mouth, "you're really bad at this."
with your final words, you quickly grabbed his chin to pull him closer for a kiss, missing his
bewildered guise when you drew yourself back again.
"i have other qualities, you know?"
kaveh spoke in a low tone, a little hazy, still seeking for more when he had long since forgotten
that he actually wanted to leave for the akademiya.
— thoma
"hey." kindly, thoma carried your hand in his palm when he gently brought you to his warm chest,
"my break is almost over."
he looks sullen, thoma was saddened that he couldn't spend more time with you, just a little longer,
but it had been quite a busy evening today in which he was greatly required, his helping hands were
obviously not to be compared with any other.
thoma gingerly hooked his arms around your waist before flaring his soft lips over your forehead,
attempting to lower his face to place a chaste, goodbye kiss on top of your lips.
little does he realize you didn't actually plan to receive said affection from him as you swiftly
flopped your head to the right direction so he'd clumsily hit your ear instead.
"uh-" at first he thought it was him who took an incorrect approach on this, supposedly seizing the
right opportunity at the wrong time.
"i'm sorry." he nervously laughs at you while anxiously rubbing his neck, his eyes a bit scrunched
together.
you shouldn't be so joyful when he tapped right into your scheme, fell into it head first, more so
when he attempted to kiss you right again, this time being slightly embarrassed and irritated that he
had messed it up the first time.
because how on earth did he even manage to accomplish that?
and when thoma carried on with his endeavor, you, at full tilt, angled your head to the left side,
ensuring that he missed again.
as disoriented as he was at present, he recalled the past few seconds and skimmed through the
situation at hand, his undisturbed utterance evolving into a coquettish guise, "really now?"
your chest muscles pitched together when you puffed out a breathless laugh, excessively amused
by his bafflement, well, maybe you were a little pain sometimes, but that's what made thoma fall in
love with you in the first place.
"my love." he instantaneously speaks up upon catching a glimpse of your triumphant smile
bolstering around the corners of your lips, "i need a kiss from you, right now." he made sure to
speak the last words exceptionally clear, as to get his point across.
you're welcoming him, eventually twisting your hands around his neck to place a warm kiss on his
lips, mumbling out an innocent 'sorry', yet you cannot find the proper tone in your voice to say it,
because in reality you weren't sorry in the slightest.
"why do i feel like you aren't actually sorry?"
though bristling with joy, thoma wasn't actually oblivious as well as new to your usual approaches.
the hilarity of it all was heartwarming, or the new perspective of affection shared by you.
before you let him go at last, you gently pulled him to you so your lips would hover on his ear,
aiming to set your intentions clear.
whispering, "because i‘m not."
— xiao
on a tranquilizing evening, your lashes slowly fluttered wide to divulge your eyes to xiao while still
remaining enclosed by his arms.
idly, you paid attention to the low thumps of his heart under his ribcage. Your grin was wide from
ear to ear, happy at how peaceful it had gotten when you perceived how xiao begun to sluggishly
roll himself up.
he tried his utter best to rouse himself from the relaxing atmosphere, to split himself from the
slothful— he so referred to it, climate to return to his established routine.
"i have to go now." his golden eyes were all the more compelling under the dim lighting,
illuminating their instinctive glowing when he centralized his focus on you. "i will return
afterwards."
his breathing nervously hitched, a little, before he decided to add something to his intuitive words,
"if you want me to."
delicately, you placed your hand on top of his to calmly ghost your thumb over his knuckles, "of
course, i always want you to visit me."
at the realization of your words, xiao's face elated with a rosy shade, a diligent smile creating small
wrinkles on his handsome face while his ears tipped a red color.
with another innocent flutter of his eyelashes, he carefully sank back to your frame, aiming to
complete his visit with a serene, pacifying kiss.
but, given you were on quite the adventure today, or maybe you had gotten a bit intrigued and
interested as to how someone like xiao would react to your almost menacing schemes, you directly
dodged his kiss which had him hit your pillow instead.
oblivious to the entire situation you had carefully planted onto him, his face shrunk, "i.. i
apologize." yet before you could retort to his words, he insisted in trying it a second time.
his gaze was visibly confused, again when he sought out your left cheek as a substitute, suffering
once more when you skillfully dodged it without moving a single muscle.
his reverent, peaceful behavior was threatened by you, as well as your, over the top, innocent stare
even after pulling through with your evilness.
"what's the meaning of this?" xiao was commenting on your behavior, his lips were vaguely pursed
in a confused way, accentuating the small wrinkles on his forehead. "what do you mean?"
you acknowledged your boyfriend's question but replied in an opposite direction, concealing a
bright laugh.
xiao's eyes were a tone lower when he fully sank to you, just about to nearly tower over you.
"you're doing this on purpose." he carefully placed your cheek in his palm before gently ghosting
his thumb over your lips, as to try to regain some sort of control over the situation because now, he
had you actually figured out.
yet do not get him wrong because contrary to popular believe, xiao found it quite amusing
whenever you set forth a somewhat childish, playful behavior like this one in particular.
you weren't a boring human and the small ministrations were usually the highlight of his entire
day, like a ray of sunlight peaking from behind the dense, darkened clouds.
"maybe i did." you bluntly chimed back to him, audaciously smiling and cradling his wrist with
your hand while leaning into his palm, absorbing his welcoming affability.
"and why is that?" his voice grew calmer and soft, xiao didn't smile often but whenever he did, it's
as if the whole world would stand still of a sudden, allowing time to freeze on its entirety.
his senses began to feel the tranquility in your lowered breathing as he suffocated the distance from
you, tamely positioning his lips on top of yours, rendering you speechless.
— scaramouche
fundamentally speaking, when scaramouche appeared to be piqued by an irritating occurrence, it

was often for him to find comfort in your company, purifying in your gentle clasp.
"the audacity some people display on a daily basis." he heaves at you, slurring while anger
thrummed in his body. "whatever." he clicked his tongue.
quickened, scaramouche rubbed his eyes, tampering through his thoughts when his lids fluttered
wide to scamper over your face. "at least this boring day is close to its end." your brightened laugh
served as a response to his mumbling, vibrating through his being.
archons, how dearly he had missed you, scaramouche longed to see you each passing hour of the
day, to at last, be tightly entangled in your arms again, candidly arriving home.
yet as he was appearing to nervously fidget with your shirt, amplifying that he was in his thoughts,
you tilted your head to the side to conveniently survey over his features.
and when he noticed, a rush of excitement tipped its way to his cheeks, tugging at the hem of your
shirt.
"i think you haven't kissed me today, kuni." you suddenly speak, complying with his thoughts and
sometimes scaramouche asked himself if you actually were proficient in reading his thoughts.
"i haven't?" he's a little coy, scattering his hand over your collarbones before settling on your
cheek, blood rushing through your face, "i should change that."
you made sure to give yourself a mental applaud later by how easy you had him laced around your
finger with kuni being perfectly set for your so called prank.
he didn't waste much time to get to his promise, eagerly striving to kiss your lips when you swiftly
clasped your hand on top of your mouth, leaving him behind— utterly bewildered.
his hands tightly clung into the soft bedsheets next to you, his brows furrowing together in
confusion, "seriously?"
with all the galling, tiresome people scaramouche had to deal with today, this surely was the icing
on top, not to mention how it came from his own significant other.
he slowly pulled away to see you laugh frantically, trying to figure out how to explain this to him,
"so this is funny to you?" he takes a moment to summarize before at once, targeting your belly to
tickle and pinch the flesh.
you squealed out in surprise, "ah— no please!" unexpectedly you began to beg, evoking whiny
screams from your throat, which were now thoroughly in vein, your once innocent scheme twisting
into his grasp when scaramouche continued to tickle and pinch you, "now, now."
he's lowering his face to you, smiling when he perceived your warm cheeks and amusing
expression, his voice tinted with something akin to hilarity and glee, "how disgraceful of you to
fool me like this."
"you're one to talk." you immediately bite back, your hands lifting up to his face to playfully
squeeze his squishy cheeks in your palms, "i was trying to see how you'd react."
you disclosed your real intention behind your show, innocently pouting as to convince him to stop
the abuse on your belly.
"i think i deserve more than that." scaramouche proceeded to ghost his hand over your stomach,
sinking closer to your frame to try again, with you this time knowing well to suffocate any tricks in
the near future.
you're greeting him with an affectionate kiss, melting into him while soliciting the warm hearted
love you held towards each other.
"maybe i should punish you like this more often." - "please don't."

ও capitano + monsterfucking
Chapter Summary
cw. monsterfucking, fem! reader, size difference + i have no clue how his delusion
form would look like but imagine this being his delusion form, okay? okay!
as a man with an already remarkable size as capitano had ordinarily, his delusion form left no space
for any imagination.
he was vast and enormous but there was more than that, a lot more.
drawn with two massive horns that were spiking out of his head, he seemed ethereal and every
touch, every lick of his tongue or kiss with his lips was warm, burning and stiffening your muscles.
though his eyes held nothing more than an unilluminated darkness gently fading over his entire
irises.
the lust that was consuming him would also mirror his touch on you, more than enough for his
breathing alone to fill the room with a heated coil, his stomach glowing with the light amount of
sweat embedded over them.
aside from this, you weren't sure how long you'd be able to keep your legs spread like this, after all,
he was beckoning you to split them further, please, a little more, just enough so he could drag a
couple more inches into you.
your noises might‘ve been his most dearest, how you assured him that yes, "it‘s too much." but no,
"don‘t stop." and archons, how easy your words were falling into one another, your cries and
whimpers, your tears showing him that it indeed felt amazing, so fucking good it had your state of
mind turn into a current of hazy, filthy thoughts.
the next thing you noticed was how heavy it felt inside, how limb you already had gotten or the
state your body was currently in, the constant shaking over your muscles to fight the
overstimulation or how involuntarily you tightened around him, limbly clasping your weak legs
around his broad body.
it wasn't an easy task to keep him in, to gain control over your bracing muscles on your heat, as
well as tempering yourself to let the reasonable amount of pain fleet away.
the outrage in it, or how capitano seemed— like he was about to pass out from how hard his cock
was, how the rushing blood in it further amplified his helpless state, how feral and absurd to have
himself this vulnerable in front of your eyes, for you to see and indulge in.
you're reduced to nothing but trembling as he gently worked his cock head back and forth your
hole, his red, swollen tip violently splattering his seed across your pussy.
even though it was merely his pre, it had you drenched and flodded with his warm cum— as you
were thinking just how his real load would stuff you full if capitano would keep going like this.
you're trying to be open for him, though failing and he realized, of course he did.
it's how you were turning tighter, or maybe it was him getting bigger, even so, capitano pulled one
of his large hands down to your throbbing cunt to place a finger on top of your clit, greedily
pushing past the flesh to reach the sensitive jolts.
your hips moved up at the sensing, further when he increasingly rubbed you, ferociously patting
and pinching your little clit while he simultaneously drove himself an inch more, so that he was
now almost half way in, recognizing your warm walls swallowing him more and more.

ও they're reading thirst tweets
Chapter Summary
including alhaitham, kazuha, scaramouche n venti
— alhaitham
the cameras change focus, lights on, 3.. 2.. 1..
in unlimited disbelief, alhaitham delicately held onto the little card he received from the camera
crew— which was currently overlooking the interview he was in, as he attentively read through the
letters on the paper with a careful uttering.
from @/milkboobielover69 :
"i want alhaitham to suffocate me with his huge humongous tits."
at his words, the team of the late night segment— that was hosting the little shift, began to loudly
permeate the room with their contagious laughs while alhaitham made severe attempts to cease his
upcoming, flustered smirk.
"wow, this is turning into quite an occasion." he speaks in a monotone voice while his porcelain
skin was saturated with a brilliant shade of red.
while his conveyance remained as usual, his instinctive body reactions had exposed him to the lens
directly pointing at his face.
"i assume you don't mind if i question your username?"
he's facing the camera with his infamous, habitual smile, a brow lightly raised to further gather his
thoughts, "it is quite, interesting, if you ask me."
frankly, at first, alhaitham couldn't believe he even agreed to do this, in his words, 'redundant
arrangement'.
or that his manager put out said proposal in the first place— yet he acknowledged that it was
altogether gravely important to embrace and further strengthen the connection he had built with his
fanbase.
"are you all like this?" he asked, wholly amused, "because it is crucial for me to know before we
execute that little plan of yours."
with a wink he ends his sentence, his eyes pointing straight to the main camera before playfully
shaking his head— as to try to get rid of his flustered cheeks, gathering the next question soon
after.
— kazuha
hello everyone, you may recognize me as kazuha from 6reeze and I'll be reading your thirst tweets
tonight!
with an authentic greet towards the flashy cameras, kazuha decided to get on with his current
performance right away, seeing this particular meeting as nothing more than an exchange of
dialogue to further intensify his public relations.
"perhaps i should start with this one."
kazuha was excitingly leaving his pretty eyes roam over the little smartphone he held in his palm,
gently scrolling over the numerous tweets the late night staff had specifically hand picked out for
him.
from @/peepeeconnoisseur:
"kazuha gives serious hidden dom energy and i want him to ruin me."
at the tip of his issuing, he so soon had began to snicker into the transitioning lens, hiding his
growing embarrassment with his hand and dramatically pressing it on top of his face to cover his
eyes.
"compared to what i have encountered before-" he rapidly cut himself off, eyes widened in his own
foolishness— the last he’d wish now was to accidentally air something personal out.
lightheartedly, kazuha carried on to rub his blurry eyes, in a powerless aim to cover his dazed look
and tracks.
the fact that thousands of people were currently watching this right now didn't make it any easier
nor turned the task somehow into simplicity, but to keep himself mustered and well collected was
one of the very utensils he had been practicing on his entire career.
to have himself speak clearly he was coughing out, setting his attention back down to the phone in
his hand, "i must admit, this is really quite tame."
the unexpected blows of laughs and convulsing titters packed the room with a genuine, hilarious
response as one of the many staff members spoke out in a saddened voice.
"man, i really thought i'd get you with that one." the woman was crossing her arms around her body
and frowned.
"if it was one of my band members i'm certain you would've stirred them off their footing." -
"though some you might've flattered even."
the assurance was enough for him to almost completely forget the tweet he had read a couple
moments ago.
though after the room went quiet again, kazuha decided to express himself on the topic just one last
time, peering up to be to the core set in frame by the several cameras.
"all i have to add is that i am a man of hardly any words, i prefer to show off my skills instead."
— scaramouche
"you better not hold back with whatever we're doing here or you're wasting my precious time." ...
... "not my fans though, they're all important to me or whatever."
the blows and beats of irksome cameras and ring lights being shoved left and right towards their
designated area had rigorously bothered scaramouche, who was, at present, situated on a cozy
white chair with a couple cards in his hands, lazily leaning onto the armrest.
3.. 2.. 1..
... we're beginning now, massive apologies for the delay ... take one!
hello *rolls his eyes* i'm scaramouche from 6reeze and I'm forced to read your thirst tweets
tonight ...
... you better have something good in store for me or I'll have to punish you in some unknown way.
instantaneously, scaramouche broke out of his established, not to mention unduly recognized,
personality as he approached a quite nicer (in his own way) outlook for the cameras piloting on
him.
after all, he was very much aware of how exasperating the media could turn out whenever he
wouldn't control his disinterest in maintaining his public persona.
besides, the last setting he‘d need is for his band member kazuha to lecture him about the whole
engage and its significant importance.
from @/http_scaranuts:
"i want scara to fucking spit in my mouth."
the way his body responded on its own was hysterically funny, "why would you want that?" in
spite of the fact that he faked his disgust, his guise was revealing a different story.
his sides were splitting into an entertained smirk and not even seeking any effort whatsoever to
hide his pleased smile.
he was engaging, almost hypnotizing, and managed to plant a significant impression onto many,
which is what his fans idolized about him the utmost.
how downright blunt he was at times, mixed with a bewitching sweetness, a blazing firestorm that
was able turn the whole music industry upside down.
scaramouche delightfully clicked his tongue— terrifically composed with an unchanging face.
"i'm barely two sentences into this and you already want me to spit on you."
with a little gesture, he finely brushed his hair strands back that were unkemptly falling all over his
face, "how amusing."
"ultimately i'm going to give you a pass for the distasteful username though." he's innocently
fluttering his eyelashes before blowing a quick kiss at the cameras, "so so sorry."
thus, scaramouche was carelessly flinging the little card back and tossing it onto the floor, already
skimming through the next tweet.
— venti
the video established itself as the camera slowly shifted their focus on venti who was currently
sitting in front of a white background, a couple stickers in his hands that had the late night logo
inprinted on top of it.
"i didn‘t think anyone would write thirst tweets about me."
he‘s joking and setting up a pseudo guiltless attitude, as if he didn’t see a couple of those while
curiously scanning through his notifications the other day.
but, well, to keep his performance going, he playfully waved at the camera and began to regret the
fact that he had washed the rational thinking parts of his brain away with alcohol earlier.
venti always appeared wildly comfortable around the large screens and bright flashes of the studio
room— essentially he was also known as one of the most talented as well as best performers of his
entire group.
.. but maybe it was also due to the fact that he was mostly drunk, yet obviously not exposing it to
his fans.
his eyes were now, a tone lower, when he glowered into the first of many cards, without further
ado vividly brawling to keep his own poker face.
from @/l3t_thewindlead_thisp3nis:
"(i am not okay) if venti needs a stress reliever i volunteer as tribute."
subsidiary after prattling it out, venti narrowed his eyes towards the screen with a concerned look
on his face before ultimately concealing his expression with the little card.
".. a stress reliever?" he asks, bluntly, before setting off the whole room to infectiously laugh.
venti himself nearly erupted into tears from how hard he’d been chuckling at the tweet.
"tsk tsk tsk." he‘s shaking his head with a sigh— as if he was disappointed, and carrying on with
his high spirited words.
"a shame, i really thought you would elaborate on that a bit more."
giggling at his own remarks he instantaneously got reminded (by a staff member) to keep it as
family friendly as attainable as to not suffer the brutish fate of his manager scolding him
afterwards.
the cameras cut and set on a different frame, recording back again.
perhaps it wasn‘t the most brilliant idea to have venti go into this without a single form of
preparation— nor a script he could base his answers on.
though beyond anything, he was a natural ar this and managed to engage the viewers with his quite
peculiar charms.
"i‘ll leave that for now but i‘m coming back to you later."
-
© 2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate

ও you adore xiao
Chapter Summary
just something little for xiao and I didn't know where to put it so I threw It into here <3
also I've been playing the lantern rite and cloud retainer is so pretty I barked woofed
arfed
you‘re his bestest, sweetest cheerleader, hyping and appreciating each of the steps he took and
achievements he claimed— it really didn’t matter to you what it was, what made it important was
to make sure he knows how wanted he was in this world— and to you, always making it your duty
to exclaim your gratitude to him.
sometimes xiao could get quite flustered (or embarrassed) whenever you seem to be so fascinated
by his doings. He on the other hand, does not see it as something out of the ordinary— nor special,
xiao has been protecting liyue from a very long time on— fought monsters and gods, ruthlessly
decimated his enemies to protect his loved ones.
at first, xiao would need to get used to this, to hear compliments— directed to him, every now and
then, or what about when you said you adored listening to him? to his voice and how it could get a
little raspy, but ultimately a tone lower when he decided to hold your hand.
how you liked it whenever he talked about his day even though he‘s shy and not a man of lots of
words. Xiao truly can‘t help himself but wonder how he had gotten so lucky in life, how— with the
way darkness would follow him throughout day and night, it was almost impossible to keep
himself in a healthy perspective regarding life.
so, with all of that considered, xiao was more than thankful to have you by his side.

ও you're mine, mine alone
Chapter Summary
— ꒰ including ꒱ — cyno, heizou, diluc, xiao, childe x fem! reader
— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, they're clingy, a lil messy
— ꒰ CYNO ꒱
underneath your body, you feel nothing but cyno's trace, his touch, his warm hands softly scattered
across your thighs.
be no mistake, he sought after taking the lead, but wouldn't deny you whenever you urged him to
be the one in control for one. "keep still, sweet general." you coo and he listens, his cheeks being
plucked within a snug enfold, taking pleasure in your well thought out nickname.
"s-say that again." he's muttering under the shadow of his heavy breathing, "call me that again." a
sparse swell of pride brewed in you as he revealed his request.
you, on the other hand, spared no effort to fasten your hips on him, your sweet cunt restlessly
working back and forth, back and forth, until you reached both your orgasm and his release.
"my general." you're breathless, poking fun at the way cyno would throb whenever you'd address
him in that precise manner, how he'd massage your mushy walls a little better, would rub his
imposing girth into you and you could feel it all, each rill and curve.
"y-yeah." a raspy tone greets you from underneath when his eyes closed to wholly concentrate in
making you feel good and satisfied, even though he had promised he wouldn't interfere, it was now
exceptionally more difficult to keep himself in check.
not when you began to tense your muscles whenever he sank into your hotness to the hilt.
you're lowering your body to be flushed on his chest when he had abruptly bottomed out, targeting
the deepest ends of your spongy insides.
you feel nothing other than your sensitive nerves being hit by his restless hips smacking in and out,
your little pussy helplessly grinding down and searching for more friction, sloppily smearing your
own slick over his lower region as it began to seem like it wasn't you who was in charge after all.
— ꒰ HEIZOU ꒱
heizou carefully adjusted himself behind you, a teeny tiny bit closer, idly pulling you towards his
hips so your squishy behind would clumsily bump into his agonizingly erected cock.
"fuck, baby." he's setting his hands free around your hips, "you missed me, right? don't deny it."
the fact you didn't even have to turn around once to discern the filthy smirk smoothed down on his
pretty lips said a lot about how good you knew your boyfriend.
"p-please heizou." to get your point across you began to wiggle yourself further into his cock which
was now resting in front your tense hole, being tapped and prodded on, "now- i need you now."
once he hears you whine it's over, or beg that is, what about a combination of both? heaven.
"there— take it." and once now, he's shifting the mattress underneath him while carefully drawing
you close in combination with digging himself past the flesh of your heat, your swollen pussy
glistering when he rolled into you.
heizou made sure to bury every last inch of his length, have you feel it all over your walls, as if he
was gradually claiming you from the very inside, liquifying his overturning touch on you.
"ah-" considering the fact you've done it multiple times over the course of your relationship, he felt
especially hard in you tonight, warm and rigid when he continued to rub his tip over the prickling
splotches in your gummy walls.
your arms were starting to strain from keeping your body on all fours and at the very last you
plopped onto your elbows, still having your pussy open and wet for him to suitably use you, make
love to you.
as patient as you were beforehand, you now couldn't help it but ceaselessly knock your ass back on
his
at the impact, heizou fell right onto your back and licked from your spine up to your shoulder,
feeling you more clear, the close proximity fastening each breath you inhaled.
— ꒰ DILUC ꒱
"d-diluc, feels good." you babble into the warm room while delving your fingers into diluc's
scarlet hair, selfishly crushing your pussy over his swollen lips, leaving his tongue to do all the
work.
you taste pleasant, like saccharine, a little bitter but it only adds to your delightful scent. Diluc
loves it, loves you, how you're wrapping your legs around his head, securing them closer while
riding his tongue.
you noticed the sloppy sounds, or how his wet muscle continued to scrabbled into your puffy folds
and digging past the flesh, assembling your compelling slick across his mouth.
maybe, you were selfish after all, how you had used diluc all night for your own benefits— but it's
not your fault! he's way too good at this, not to mention skilled, he's reaching the places you were
never aware anyone could poke and pat on in the first place.
your fist grabbed a handful of his hair and that's what brought him over, what had him moan into
your pussy without an utter shame left in his boiling veins, "a-again." he's uttering from
underneath.
"again, please— again."
you're crying at the vibrations he managed to set free, how they howled over your entire body and
grasped at your senses, the overstimulating waves pistoling into your sweet cunt when you do as he
says, graze him with another harsh tug of his hair, wiping yet another raspy groan off his throat.
the noises he made were almost as mesmerizing as his tongue, the twisting coil in your stomach
forming into a painful ache as you continued to thrust into his mouth, faster than before, charging
towards your delightful release.
— ꒰ XIAO ꒱
if you were to describe how xiao handled you, how he worshipped your body, it was to be
something in between a dreamlike sensation and a lulling musing.
he'd never hurt you.
xiao would always make sure of it and if he had to ask a lot more than three times, the last thing
he'd want to achieve was to actually making his enchanting darling to feel pain, asides of him being
the culprit in question.
"how do I feel?" it made you flustered whenever he'd ask you, because xiao did not perceive those
things as embarrassing nor unspeakable, he needed to know each emotion and touch, if he's too
fast, too slow or maybe too rough?
"you— you feel amazing xiao." you squeal into his shoulder, "always," you're spreading your legs
a bit further so he could accurately huddle himself in between when he continued to rut his stiff
cock into you, in and out, inch by inch and he took his time to make you feel it all.
you discerned the bigger vein on the underside of his length, how he had gotten a bit more
drenched in your slick and the way he was leaking of his pre.
xiao appeared impatient in his mannerism, in any other occasion his strokes were slow but deep,
yet now they were fast and uneven, sloppy and hungry, as if he couldn't wait to cum all over you,
or maybe you'll allow him to finish inside for once.
his size was remarkable yet he wasn't aware of that fact, though when he made you scream his
name it was clear on how good he made you feel and enjoy yourself.
you swiftly gathered your fingers downright to fiercely rub your clit while xiao rested both hands
next to your head— as to cage you in, ferociously fucking into you with an everlasting pace, his
tattoos brilliantly shining underneath the dimly lid room.
at this point, your cunt was soiled with his cum, your hands picking up on pace and archons, it was
so disgustingly hot, so fucking good how he stretched you wide open, your spine arching into his
body.
you could never keep your sounds in from how he handled you, being aware that xiao needed to
hear you praise him, promising that he's doing such a great job for you.
— ꒰ CHILDE ꒱
whether it was pinching your little clit, slapping your wet folds or delicately tapping at your hole
with his rough finger pads, childe always had his precise ways of handling you in a (in his eyes)
proper manner.
they were somehow typical for him and reflected on how he was in many aspects in life.
he‘s not hesitating to sloppily kiss you while his fingers were busy playing with your cunt, splitting
your poor hole as you gushed around his digits, swallowing him knuckles deep.
"there you go baby." his voice caused you to jolt, it ran down your ears like honey, so smooth and
hard to tell if he was being actually sincere or battering something ulterior behind his pick of
words.
the torture on your clit felt endless, childe would fill your hole and spit on your cunt— but then
savagely drag himself out to knead his pads over your clit, gently pinching your nerves— not too
much pressure of course, he‘s aware it‘s not pleasurable if he‘s too rough.
your jaw was slacked, silent cries, sounds but you do not speak clearly, nothing had ever truly
compared on how he fondled your pussy so expertly— your spongy walls tasting his blowing touch
when he curled up to dig himself into your prickling spot, the one that had you moan out the
filthiest of noises towards him.
you‘re extremely sensitive and rob all his free movements away when your thighs tightly squish
around his arm, swaying while he‘s being back with mercilessly thrusting into your cunt.
"i could do this all day." he admits, brazenly, "you‘re so cute." maybe it was your worn out face,
your slicked up pussy or his hands being drenched in your filth what made him say this.
you couldn't remember the last time you felt this way— so exposed how you were while he was
working his fingers on you, delving his digits over your walls, please deeper, and rubbing onto the
velvety skin.
so open and to be taken by him, soon— because right now, childe preferred to fuck your sobbing
pussy with his slender fingers.
he clearly sees it, how it‘s igniting something in you, something mouth watering. Childe was ware
of your limits but he didn‘t approach them yet, but he might soon.

ও falling asleep on him
— kaveh
as it turned out, blurring into a deep, slovenly slumber against kaveh’s shoulder gave the
impression away to be a significantly better option than perseveringly absorbing the little book
situated on top of your thighs.
maybe, reclining yourself against kaveh for purely a couple of prosaic minutes wouldn‘t
disorganize the 'to study' plan you had put in place for your upcoming exam.
one minute, two minutes, your eyes so substantial— they fall, a ponderous enervated energy
dwindling into your tired muscles.
kaveh noticed when you sedately burrowed your cheek into his shoulder, your nostrils moderately
flaring at each new breath taken.
forthwith, he registered that you had languishly snoozed away— on him, with the essential
fragrance of your body being all the more discernible by him now.
how strangely comfortable.
a familiar atmosphere enshrouded into his skin when the weight of your body further leaned into
his arm, perhaps he should‘ve warned you to take it slow today, after all it was clearly written all
across your face that you were lacking a significant amount of sleep.
with a smile, one that extracted slowly, he began to move his hand.
kaveh was nervous, his eyes persevered on your sleeping frame with his breathing swiveling more
accelerated, his kind heart blinded by you.
yet if you believe kaveh would rattle you awake you‘re wholly mistaken, rather was he unhurriedly
pulling the heavy book off your thighs to replace the spot with a homey blanket which was located
right next to him.
kaveh ensured he wouldn‘t do many gratuitous movements surrounding his body, the last thing
he‘d want now was to accidentally stir you off your sleep and suffer from the consequences.
regardless of how you were curling yourself up into his entire arm now, your fingers pressing into
his skin, kaveh— despite that, felt repentant for calmly slitheting his eyes over each and every
corner of your face and how harmonious your presence had crumbled.
if he had to describe how you appeared in that moment, he‘d mention the calm sea, each wave—
which symbolized your breathing, lulled by an unrushed, gentle resonance.
all the mildness on your face, like viscous honey, had captivated his scarlet eyes, breathing new
life beneath him.
either way, shortly after you're naturally waking up, you distinguished something ponderous on top
of your scalp, it being no other than kaveh who had dreamed away himself— his hand on top of
yours when you decided to close your eyes once more, maintaining the tranquility.
— cyno
notwithstanding cyno's tragic humorless jokes, you in spite of that, had been doing your utmost
best to pay attention to no matter what latest pun he'd come up with while soundlessly relaxing on
top of his chest.
.. sluggishly following his serene heart beats.
nothing out of the habitual had happened to you today, yet time had passed and although cyno's
voice had become much more impatient and exhilarated to further engage in usual idle chatter, your
eyes surely weren't able to overcome the unforeseen tiredness worming itself into your
consciousness.
bit by bit, your gaze softened and thoughts spiraled into exhaustion—with the blessing tone of
cyno's utterance being ideally lenient, you meandered gently into your dreams, quiet and subdued,
snoozing on top of his warm hearted chest.
"hey?" cyno lightheartedly pinched your shoulder, "that's the part where you're supposed to laugh."
huh, okay, by then he had nudged your skin another two times before strolling his eyes down
eventually, instantly grasping onto what had happened to you.
"were my jokes really that bad today?" he's huffing out, deep in thought, but kept his voice low in a
considerate manner as to not rustle you out of your sleep with force.
"oh, well, maybe they were."
cyno's heart fluttered at how calm your breathing sounded, how comfortable you were so close to
him, to someone who most people in sumeru had been overly afraid of.
but not you, you knew your cyno and he was nothing but a sweetheart to you, a restful one at that.
The certitude of you being vulnerable in front of him— just as you were right now within your
current state, wheedled a proud smile out of him.
he was impossibly joyous by the little moment.
notably, he then discerned how you seemed a bit shaken with said condition most likely being the
result of an open window across the room.
despite his solemnity in being fully elated by spending his time with you, cyno didn't view you
falling asleep as bothersome, at all, it was a minor inconvenience that made it incapable for him to
talk to you, that was about it.
so, now, he was pulling a blanket over both of your bodies and gave your frame an extra pull with
his arms to gather you more close. You unconsciously let him and snoozed yourself into his frame,
interlacing your legs around his.
"i think you were pleased by my jokes." he goes on and left another comment, "and that is the
reason why you fell asleep."
over time, you'd realize that cyno had preferred this, the togetherness without vocalizing much,
enjoying the unspeaking emotions.
his cheeks were sparkling with warmth, to have you this close, secured and protected, his
continuous smile captivating as he too, decided to rest his eyes and join you.
— xiao
you belonged in different worlds and dissimilar obligations had to be fulfilled by both xiao and
you, yet with the lack in similarities there still happened something unlikely in the end.
it being the virtues of love you shared, a pure kind, one that aided you like a medication, a potion
for eternal happiness.
and so now, you were everything to him and he was delightfully enraptured whenever you had
decided to visit him at wangshu inn, blessing your precious time with xiao under the hidden depths
of the moonlight sky.
he admired how you held yourself, how despite quite a few difficulties in his life, you had
continued to be there for him.
xiao doesn't speak much, he always preferred to listen to whatever you had to apprise and tell with
your head laying down on his lap, his hand on top of your scalp and gently petting over your hair.
he doesn't mind when the surroundings grew noiseless, inaudible.
xiao had been a fan of wallowing within the scenery, giving oneself to nature and allowing the
world to listlessly embrace your bodies.
the cold air, the brilliant glow of the moon, the gentle rattle of the swaying trees.
not until he had perceived a low humming and sneer disturbing the voice of nature, one from
underneath, his hand stilled on your head when he slowly skimmed his fingers over your jaw,
cheek bones and forehead, alluding to your closed eyes.
if you were awake right now, you'd be overly embarrassed that you had fallen asleep in midst the
conversation you both had shared, aside from rendering him motionless, there wasn't a way for
xiao to get out of your hold without rousing you off your sleep.
at least, you thought he would be exasperated by you, when in truth, it was the contradictory route
at best.
yet, xiao's porcelain skin had petered into a blazing shade of red, a cold one, his luminescent
golden eyes developing a transparent magic around his irises.
apart from the incomprehensible babbles you had sang out— which he thought were cute, his body
had grown tense when you began to shuffle a bit, retracting your head to bring yourself a bit further
into him.
it was clear how sheltered and loved you were imbedded in his warm lap, how you appeared like a
sweet addiction to him.
among your souls was nothing but a floating thought, one that had xiao reflect on rather hard— a
secure attachment of love, without a single instance of pain.
did he really deserve something like this?
it is a sentence he did not know ahead of time, an emotion he never perceived before you.
— scaramouche
"hah! you should've seen his face dear!"
undisputedly amused, scaramouche laughed out loud when he timidly tapped your shoulder in
step with his chuckles, "only someone like childe would be that stupid."
yet in return he had not gotten a single response out of you and then much later, he remembered
how you had stopped to adequately interact with him, at all.
"hey are you even listening?" he's huffing the slouchy hair strand out of his face, displeased by the
lack of retaliation coming your way, "i'm not done with my story yet!" his tone sharpened but
settled a color lower regardless as to not come off as rude (for now).
his pinched expression had dimmed the atmosphere by itself, scaramouche was turning silent
before rubbing his brows and eyes in an aggravated manner, vaguely pulling his body a little up to
notice your long since drowsing frame drift away into a daydream.
eyes shuttered close, sunken, your hands both close to your chest while using his chest as a pillow.
"are you joking?" he's sarcastically sizzling, feeling somewhat insulted that he probably bored you
to death, or sleep— to rephrase and be precise.
in the first instance, kuni poked his finger against your cheek, "hello?" once, twice, "are you okay?"
he's clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth after not being able to rouse you up.
"there could be an earthquake right now and you'd sleep soundly regardless, huh?"
after pondering around the matter for a while, he— in anger, plopped himself back into the velvety
cushions of your bed and frowned out dramatically with you limply following suit at the natural
shift of the mattress, hugging yourself closer to his chest.
scaramouche reflected the situation in his thoughts while idly humming to your easygoing
breathing, accepting his fate.
but then he began to mumble rather loud under his breathing:
if you were to wake up in about five minutes he needn't worry and could pick up to where he had
left off— but what was he supposed to do if you'd sleep for a much longer instance.
essentially he even prepared a brand new story for you tonight, one about the incompetent and
blundering nature of his late co workers and how it was him all along who was actually the most
intelligent harbinger out of his entire bunch of accomplices.
it is important to note that it's not like scaramouche was uncomfortable with how close you were,
of course not, he grew rather fond of the contented intimacy shared by you and was looking
forward to it each day.
though he simply couldn't figure out how to behave in a situation like this. Was he supposed to
wake you up? let you sleep? or keep talking and pretend he didn't notice your slumber?
as time had passed he found himself unconsciously slide his fingertips up and down your arm,
exclaiming his love through this little action while his eyes were pointed up towards the ceiling.
"it's boring when you're asleep." he admitted, "it‘s boring without you in general." if only he could
tell you this while you‘re awake without turning into a ruffled, awkward mess of a man.
on the contrary, kuni was mindful that once you're fully conscious again you'd be more energized
and motivated— which was a win-win situation on both parties.
"hurry up." but he'd still want you out of your slumber, as soon as possible, impatiently hungering
over the attention you always pampered him in.
however, as luck would have it, scaramouche decided to close his eyes as well, although his body
did not require the amount of sleep an ordinary human would be in need of, he regardless of it all
sought after snoozing with you.
maybe then time will pass faster, or maybe, it shouldn't, because even though there was no talk
anymore, no sounds except your heart steadily thumping in your chest, scaramouche had began to
be more appreciative of the little things.

ও you're my special friend
Chapter Summary
— ꒰ including ꒱ — albedo, ayato, kazuha, scaramouche, heizou x fem! reader
— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, friends w benefits, secret relationship,

mentions of 'good girl' in albedos part
— ꒰ ALBEDO ꒱
as someone as occupied in his own research as albedo regularly was, you on the other hand, his
assistant, would bend all of your own needs and time in order to be available whenever he required
your cooperation.
if you had not allowed yourself to fall victim to his natural charms, his bewitching eyes and way of
speech, you'd surely detest an unprofessional relationship as the two of you were currently
involved in between each other.
despite the judgment of your rational voice, you'd never ditch the chance to taste his tongue on
your sizzling cunt whenever he urged you to lay down on his desk, aptly licking his hungry lips
while you're opening your legs like a good, clever girl so he can suitably grind his mouth into your
pussy.
"aah— albedo, wait!" you whine with a lilt of unlimited longing fizzling in your lower belly,
"break time is almost over." your hand smoothed over his silky locks when he pulled his head up
from in between your quivering thighs, casually sweeping your slick off his mouth with his sleeve.
"it is certainly lively outside." he's pointing out the loud chatters and noises from behind the door
while leaving his eyes to skim through the empty room.
"but i do not hear any footsteps." he notes and no matter how often you'd spend time with your
boss, who was also the guy who'd fuck you silly each night, you never got him figured out once.
you only nod in agreement and despite aiming at the obvious— it being the shortened time the both
of you had left, albedo did not falter to lower his lips back on your puffy cunt, the rough tip of his
tongue bordering precise strokes on your pussy, pulling at your folds.
"fuck—" you're arching your spine off the cold table, "right there!" and it made you feel barer,
more open for him to have a better play on your weeping cunt, after all, for albedo your tasty slick
felt like honey dropping down on his wet muscle, "faster!"
his face was solidly pressed in between your clamping thighs, you almost felt a bit silly by how
riled up he had gotten you by now, how his mouth rolled up and down your naked core while
wholly glazing his cheeks with your gooey slick.
albedo doesn't care, it's natural in his eyes. your liquids, he wanted to swallow it all.
the slight concern of time running out on you was erstwhile buried into the deepest corners of your
brain, how could it not when he was that bloody good at this. and you love it, always do always
will.
— ꒰ AYATO ꒱
there's not much to say when it comes to the quite, lets say, special— as well as riveting
relationship that ayato and you were in.
he has devised your visits strategically and added them onto his active work life, it almost felt like
he had someone else to formulate all your meetings together— since they had always been
perfectly appended to each of your own doings.
ayato was readjusting his body on top of yours, determinedly delving your legs into your chest as
he loomed over you with keen eyes.
"does it feel good when i do that?" you can feel his breath against your lips when he wiggled his
hips a little deeper into your core, "or that?" fuck, you almost wanted to shove him into the
mattress yourself and ride him mindless but you couldn't, not when he was that good at taking the
lead.
"y— yes!" the sudden switch in his strokes drowned the words in your throat, and though his ruts
weren't fast, they were all the more deeper and precise, battering each and every drumming blotch
in your warm tingling insides.
"what a shame that i can only meet you like this."
his sentence was sudden— and a bit cheesy, you weren't sure if you had imagined it in the heat of
the moment. "wha— what?"
your fingers slowly ran up from his shoulders to his sharp jawline when you cradled his left cheek
to make him look at you, but ayato didn't speak nor elaborate on his words, even when you asked
him once more.
rather did he now indulge in your soft hand on his face, your touch seemed so loving and felt so
warm, a weak whine spilling like a subdued chime into your ears. He placed his lips on top of
yours and soothed your trembling thighs with slow, benign circles.
every raw drag of his imposing girth had your hole insatiably clench down on him, you could feel
your core jammed of his cock, crying out his name which would always fill him with great pride.
it was all the way exhilarating when he began to control your body, bit by bit, when his cock
fiercely rubbed all the squealing words out of your straining throat.
his thrusts are calculated, relentless in their sweet ministrations. He eyed the white liquid around
his girth when he pulled his cock out— but leaving his tip in, observing how you stammered after
each beg, pouted your lips so he'd fill you up again.
— ꒰ KAZUHA ꒱
kazuha was an independent human being who had always dreamed of traveling all across the
various nations of teyvat and taking in its beauty.
there was so much to admire about him, really.
however, it wasn't as if he didn't ever think about entering a serious relationship with someone, the
thought clearly didn't put him off or anything because if he ever so desired it, it'd be with no other
than you.
yet right now, the little thing you both had going on was more than enough in his eyes.
"ah—" he's awkwardly clearing his throat when he noticed your lips tightly seal around his flushed
tip, "you're quite impatient tonight." he notes, after all you had him breathless under you, words
failing to be spoken out by him when he greeted you with a gentle smile instead.
you're confidently latching onto his cock and turning his body to nothing but jelly while you're
gingerly suckling into the sensitive skin.
your fingers travelled from his stiff length to his balls, holding them in your palm. You're toying
with kazuha, tracing little heart shapes over his skin when you retorted back in abruptly sliding him
down your warm mouth, impatiently gushing around his girth.
kazuha feels your tongue again and his mind rewires, he was squirming and gripping the damp
sheets under him, watching you hide his cock in your mouth, over and over, your dainty hand
carefully pummeling his balls to add to the coil forming in his belly.
"mhh—" you're humming while looking nothing but innocent, curling your tongue around the
rough edges of his cock. You can feel him poke into your throat and how the corners of your lips
shimmered with his arousal.
that combining curl, of your corked, pretty lips sloppily guzzling his pre while you're hollowing
your cheeks to have it your way, to have his mind corrupted and mind wrapped around the tip of
your finger.
kazuha was a thimbleful away to his striking release and he didn't wanted to waste it, not tonight
when you've been so good to him, instead he longed to cum all over your burning throat and cover
your flesh with a treacly, milky white.
— ꒰ SCARAMOUCHE ꒱
that little gasp you always let out whenever scaramouche first jostled his erect cock past your
entrance, one inch— and another, while his middle finger meticulously outlined the contours of
your smoldering clit.
could it be due to the fact that you barely saw him as it was? maybe that‘s what made the alluring
mischiefs between you both all the more exciting to begin with.
scaramouche only ever decided to come over at your place whenever he had gotten a bit too
frustrated over the weeks, maybe angry, as well as bored or (which mostly was the case) all three
of those combined into one big flock of rustling emotions.
"what‘s wrong?" he’s phony to you, he likes how you roll your eyes whenever he’s a brat to you on
purpose.
his spoken words too, had a hidden meaning behind them, but it didn‘t feel bad, the passion was
there and so was the rest of the affection— a fervor he had been put out on sight for you.
"m— more please." the shadow of his eyes made you shudder, his looks alone had you in a
chokehold— in a daze of refined elation.
those two words you had spelled out, but the way you said it, lewd and between vicious cries, it
had scaramouche heavily burn into his own pride, because he needed that confirmation from you.
"oh, really now?" he clicks his tongue, "but of course, anything you want."
his arms hug around your head when he continued to pistole his length into you, turn the swollen,
thick tip of his cock further into your hole and send it pummeling through your mushy skin.
you were comfortable under him and pressed your face into his shoulder, your mouth slacked and
your throat clamped together. If you did try to sob or squeal at him now, it‘ll sting, so so much you
just wanted to tell him how great he fucked you right now and how you deserved to cum already.
at another harsh blow of his hips, the noises of your little pussy grew mushy and wet— the whole
thing was disgustingly ravenous and you felt it all, each rill and curve of his cock, thighs clamping
down on either side of him when he growled out at the heavy tightness.
how dare you feel so fucking good and how dare your walls clung on his girth him like that? as if
you're actually made for him and only him.
"fuck— fuck." his body reacted on its own and he growls at your constricting hole, shoving his
face into your neck to hide his— in his words, embarrassing expression, "you better stop doing
that!"
— ꒰ HEIZOU ꒱
shikanoin heizou to you, was like a chocolate bar in the fridge, you can take it out whenever you
wanted and put it right back where it belonged the second you had satisfied your cravings.
he's nothing but a convenience, something you never quite believed was for you to find him more
than just alluring, he was a menace and almost instantly, when his rough hands polish over your
skin, your back arches into his sweltering touch.
everything simply felt like it was way too much, you were barely able to seethe of the heftiness on
heizou's cock in you.
you hiccup in midst your own wordings, more when he suddenly began to pinch your little clit in
step with his thrusts, again and again— you feel hot and throbbing, it stung when he lightly twirled
the flesh in between his finger tips.
"heizou— heizou!" the force of his hammering into you had you clamp your hands against his
back, your nails scratching alongside the outlines of his burning muscles.
you thought you were certainly going to end up mindless by the realization of his skin meeting
your own way faster— better and all the more precise.
"i can't hear you." he coos, noticing how you're clenching down, muscles tensing and then letting
go, again, your puffy clit shimmering with your own arousal. "you're doing too— too much."
heizou gave your clit a couple thumps with his hand, smacking the smoldering flesh, not too hard,
he actually just wanted to see how you'd react.
now after his words, his intrusion into you had been lowered, slow, painfully slow but wasn't that
what you wanted? even if you were to say to him to pick up the pace again, he wouldn't do it,
because you lost your privileges to order him around.
because you see, heizou was letting you feel everything now— he's leaving his cock inside,
listening to your strangled moans of his name when you sobbed at every vein, jump of his curves
and scream when he almost bottomed out again.
"what's the matter? i'm doing what you say." he purrs and muffles himself into your neck to have
his lips on the same height as your ear.
"but you can always beg me to go faster, maybe i'll listen."
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ও scaramouche + fingering
scaramouche inches closer to your body and cages you in while feeling up your aching cunt, in
fact, he has been doing that for a damned long time and his undivided focus on your beauty never
wavered away, not even once.
another stifled moan and your boiling core has been repeatedly poked with an almost insufferable
drag of his rough fingertips, but then he's rubbing you right there and you sweltered in your own
skin.
the alluring touch of his hand— and your lips, he likes how quick you were to change your
expression, so pursed in concentration, your eyes unfurled and watching him pleasure you.
the subdued settle of his hand over that prickling spot, above your pussy, his palm unintentionally
scraping against your hotness as his fingers consistently filled you.
this being so intimate and exhilarating, scaramouche ascended on edge, on the brink of cumming
himself, yet untouched, his erect cock well hidden by those bothersome garments of his.
but the outline of his length had you dream about it— how it felt in you, the pretty curve abutting
you with overstimulation or the roseate color of his tip— you were feeling so much but were
simply left incapable to voice a single consonant.
"you're gonna cum on my hand, yeah?" his lips skim on top of yours, barely touching, his voice—
a taunting tone, but his gaze, sweet and understanding, gentle alike, "say it."
lingering with your mouth open, you glance into his eyes and now you've discerned that you had
lost your mind a long time ago— and no other than he was the cause.
"i'm so close— please!" the torture on your pussy increased and your cries— those sweet mewls,
he imagined himself fucking you right after this, slow, agonizingly slow and so fucking deep he
wanted to feel your muscles constrict around him, but he hoped to feel it, the real thing.
scaramouche was pumping his digits into your soft cunt and every time he heard you whine just a
bit louder, he'd pick up the speed as much as he was capable of, after all, he was grazing into your
softness with his nails, on purpose? maybe. in effect, he loved to provoke you or search for new
ways to make you release on him.
he's huskily humming— his breathing heavy and all he wanted was to taste you after.
that pleasing misery, the euphoria and the chaste tilt of his face to look you in the eyes with a tired
smile, to watch you make a mess on his hand, vehemently cover him with your arousal and have
him pump it right back into you.
that glance of his when your eyes blink open at last, "that's it." he hushes you with a fervent kiss
but mumbled into your mouth.
"cum for me— only me."

ও telling him "we need to talk"
Chapter Summary
including childe, gorou, alhaitham, scaramouche x gn! reader
꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, crack, childe's part is a bit sad, we‘re evil, they're panicking
— childe
"oh! and one last thing." you pause, luring a deep gulp of air through your snagged throat, "can you
come over tonight? we need to talk."
correspondingly, childe groggily rubbed his eyes and frowned at the wearisome remembrance of
your previous accursed encounter— it just couldn't leave him alone, that constricted gruff of panic.
the words you had spoken out earlier were continuing to peskily repeat themselves through his
psyche, again and again— like a virus progressively taking over its host— and it did, wretchedly
slow, even after he finished a couple more salient tasks of his work.
did something happen between you both? or did he unintentionally do something he should be
aware of but isn't?
nowadays, he had been abundantly occupied with carrying on the crucial duties as the eleventh
fatui harbinger, essentially the befalling of the various nations all around teyvat in search of the
enigmatic gnosis.
consequently, ajax would go on about balancing his private life together with his work in a notably
strategic way. He had always made it a habit to keep the serious out of your relationship, though
now he was debating wether or not that was your last straw.
because you see, ajax was convinced you'd actually dump him tonight.
so, well, under those circumstances, yeah, it's fine, he's fine, or wasn't he? after all he couldn't force
you to stay, maybe, he's joking, perhaps.
he gave himself a second to rewind his rational thinking in search of a breakout from this state of
affairs but instead, a rising silence befell his mind and he couldn't concentrate for the life of him.
by that means, childe was inordinately nervous and a dizzying sense of anxiety had been
manifesting from inside out— his breathing too, had become nimble, he felt as if someone had been
suddenly suffocating him with a giant plastic bag over his head.
and then presently, there he was.
without a way to escape he was soon trapped in between the door and your body when he closed it
shut behind him. You had made him follow you to the living room— your face, without a doubt,
undisturbed and calculative which didn't make the appalling situation any better, due to this action
his dreadful judgment prevailed over him much more unyielding.
he began to hatch a plot; because if he manipulates his emotions good enough while bamboozling
himself over and over that he was in fact, okay, he'll maybe not suffer from an integral cardiac
arrest after this blood curdling conversation.
for a brief period of time childe had been wholly iced to the ground, awaiting your voice. You
turned around to face him, silence, a long and grueling five seconds of unbroken staring when you
in confusion, pucker your brows together, "what's with you?"
he was overcome by a flat sense of both irritation and surprise at how casual you sounded, "w—
what?" childe didn't mean to stutter out his words like that, but his voice was still distressfully
stricken.
"you seem sick." you note, directly holding your hand towards his face to keep it on top of his
forehead, a flicker of concern eroding inwardly, childe winced at that and he bleeds into your
touch, it was alleviating and he missed it, "no fever."
your apprehensive tone faded when you hastened to follow up your words, "i'm glad, because
there's this thing i need your help with." you press yourself into his body, "it's a present for a family
member." with your lips instantly split into a humane smile, you settled to tease him, ruffling his
hair a bit.
childe thought this had to be some kind of metaphysical fantasy he had been trapped in the moment
he entered your home, could he be hallucinating or did dottore really mix something into his
orange juice earlier?
one of the first couple skills he had learned in the fatui was to always keep a clear head, yet right
now he didn't have the time to even recompose himself nor did he realize that he‘s been standing in
front of you without moving an inch— it‘s as if he was currently deciphering a difficult secret
riddle in his mind and wholly forgot about your presence.
ultimately, you had caught up on the panic and the unintentional perpetual twitch in his eyes,
"hey." a sigh of relief, so soft yet it brought him to tears, he felt your hand shelter his once more,
the tone on his face grew a bit lower and delicate— a little more allayed.
without trying to conceal his worry now, childe responds clearly to you, "i thought i did
something." he blurted out— barely, his throat was still clenched and a continuing dread thudded in
his heart.
his eyes widened and a light bead of sweat formed just above his browbone. The thought that you
might‘ve broken up with him vehemently churned and wrecked a deep havoc in his gut, it almost
had him see white of terror.
you saw the glint of fear— the panic, and closed the distance of your bodies, wrapping your arms
around his waist to pull him close, "you didn‘t." the sound of your voice seized his heart and he
breathed out a shaking heave.
"because you‘re perfect to me."
as an instinctive counter, his eyes squinted a little of a bigger smile and a shadow of boundless
solace stamped in his veins. effectively, he can breathe easily now— be that as it may but for
childe to purely envision a skid second without you by his side hurt him so much, if the control of
his body hadn't been as well trained by him as it was, he'd tremble into your enfold.
"i‘m sorry." you patted his warm, rosy cheek with a kiss, "i didn't mean to make you feel this way."
the tepidity of your eyes felt like the sun buzzing on a sweet summer day, "don't apologize." he
stated and swallowed hard, returning your hug.
"i love you." he's leaning his face against your head and closed his eyes shut, "i love you too, ajax."
a tear— just one, was then glissading down his cheek at your well spoken words, .
— gorou
"gorou, we need to talk, i finally made up my mind."
talk about what? the great weather on watasumi island?
meanwhile gorou nearly lost what little self restraint he had left in his soul— his right ear
repeatedly twitching and serving as a bodily response. However, the way he had acknowledged the
teeny tiny letter in his hand in the first place— with the disreputable words frumpily scrabbled on
top of it with a black pencil, was largely concerning, he realized.
gorou didn't move for a couple seconds and remained by his own company— in silence, now his
eyes grew a tone darker, because he was beginning to feel sick to his stomach, precisely the lower
area, a stormy tornado of panic exuberantly nagging on the base of his spine.
what was it that he did because there must've been something he had to mess up if you're handling
the situation in that precise way.
fundamentally speaking, (and that was the most irritating component in this whole situation) for
you, to not say it out right away but rather have a hand written letter sent over to his office— it's
ambiguous, everything turned out to be like a complete mess and he was a part of it.
to say he was both bewildered and crushed combined into one heavy ball of perplexing emotions
was a restrained statement. Because truthfully, he was on the brink of a mental breakdown, his face
was now hiding in his palms while he leaned further into the desk.
"it's over." he's talking under his own breathing, "that must be the case!"
if you have figured out one thing about your boyfriend— it was that he had a habit of talking to
himself whenever he was pressurized by an crucial mission or something was simply bothering
him.
he (himself) stated that it was an eminent way of analyzing his scattered thoughts and bring down
all meaningless components should there be any at hand.
having said that, you would mentally applaud him because gorou was a genius, it was a great way
— while not the one that would be of any need to him right now.
he decided to go all out and search for you— from his perspective, there wasn't any other way.
Gorou had previously decoded that you must've been at your home by now, his work wasn't far off
anyways so he could show up any time— yet unannounced but this was an emergency, he noted.
for gorou there wasn't anything more important than his relationship with you, it was a part he'd
protect vigorously, yet if you were to dump him tonight, that's a different story because then he
wouldn't know what to do nor how to retaliate.
considering that, he had been vastly comfortable with you to the point that he simply cannot
envision a life without you by this side.
so, yes, maybe that's why he was so tense and anxious moving forward to your home. Little does
he realize it wasn't quite how he had imagined it because truth was, gorou didn't do anything
wrong.
you see, for a while now, you had been greatly pondering with the thought on your living situation,
after all, you had been a couple for a long time and moving in together was the next designated step
to be taken.
resultantly you had talked about this with gorou, yet only once and the timing wasn't the best
either. If it was for him, he had long since forgotten it, in any other occasion he was a great listener
and infallibly did his best to memorize whatever important topic you had to say to him.
but as an automatic result of the miscommunication taking place, gorou had visualized how he
thought the conversation would end up, it being with you dumping him for good.
on the other side of the coin there was you, so very happy you could barely wait to tell him that
you want to finally approach the next step and move in together.
the moment you let him into your home, you, as always, you greeted him with a kind hug which
caught him completely off guard, obviously he wasn't expecting it. You knew your boyfriend very
much, so when you saw him in the composition he was currently in, you almost gasped out loud by
the terror.
his eyes were sunken and he seemed a bit pale, his ears too, were pointing downwards and that
frown on him— together with his ragged breathing made you realize that something wasn't on their
designated place. "hey." you approach him gently, "did something happen at work?"
his muscles stiffed and he thought about the words he had planned out to say, repeatedly they had
thudded into his skull but nothing arose off his throat. You watched him closely and his gaze
softened when you decided to hug him once more, this time with your lips ghosting over his ears,
"it's okay, you're home now gorou."
"home?" granted, he couldn't place any fault on you for his own too quick thinking or his habits of
jumping to conclusion when it came to this relationship, gorou wasn't the most experienced in that
peculiar department after all. "our— our home?!"
"yes!" you're quick to show your happiness to him, your eyes glowing with brilliant shades of
delight.
"that's what i wanted to talk about, i was busy preparing everything so Ii couldn't visit you in
person." you fleetly pecked his cheek, "i hope it was okay to send a letter instead."
gorou was stunned— bewildered, he thought his ears fell off. "wait." he's taking both of your hands
in his to make you stare at him, "this it what you wanted to talk about all along?" your brow
ploddingly arose at his way of speech, because you were still very much clueless about it all.
"what did you think i was going to say?" at this rate, your conversation would never end anytime
soon. gorou fidgetily scratched his neck before he chirped his words out in a blabbering draw no
one but you was able to discern.
"oh nothing special, ijustthoughtyourebreakingupwithme." you were rendered speechless— lost of

words and you placed a mental sticker in the deepest ends of your brain to get better at spelling
things out more clear.
your eyes formed of sadness and you felt bad, trying to soothe your boyfriend in your own ways,
"why would i?" you humorously squeezed his cheeks in a strive to delete his troubled expression,
smiling in a loving kind, "i'd never do that, ever."
— alhaitham
beyond the shadow of a doubt, becoming the acting grand sage was an astonishingly tedious task
for alhaitham to take— and he did not look forward to it.
unquestionably it was apparent that he wouldn't potentially have as much time for you as he
previously had when he was the akademiya's renowned scribe. In spite of his new occupation, you
undeniably had supported him throughout the first stages as much as you could.
but, lets say, you had felt a bit neglected lately— or to state said emotion in a contrasting light, you
were in need of some much required attention from your boyfriend, plain and simple. Of course—
and this usually goes without saying but it's not like alhaitham did it on purpose because, by all
means, he didn't.
there wasn't anything he'd like to do as much as leisurely resting on his cozy bed with you by his
side, cushily enclosed in your arms while you play with his hair and talking about all kinds of
topics at hand.
with it becoming worse, it followed that he rarely had time to come over for dinner anymore, sure,
you had your own duties to be taken care of but you missed him so so dearly and weren't sure how
else to get him to move his unwavering attention from his work to your sweet frame again.
though your approach seemed a bit evil, you realized. but wasn't your creative thinking one of the
reasons alhaitham had fallen in love with you in the first place?
to accurately get your plan in motion, you had sent an overly prettily framed letter to his new office
— you added your favorite symbols to the paper and used your best-loved colors to have it cross
your boyfriends keen eyes the second it would land on his desk.
under those circumstances you had impatiently began to wait at your place for him to get to you.
And he did see your letter glowing in midst all the important papers on his desk, bedazzled by your
most dearest decorations.
alhaitham slanted his head a bit to the left when he caught a glimpse of it eventually— he was a bit
puzzled at first because whenever you did require his cooperation you'd just show up in person.
But then again, in recent times he had his hands full of work and you arguably wouldn't even meet
him to begin with.
his fingers gingerly opened the fine letter to scrutinize the words at hand, "we need to talk, it's
about us."
he was taken aback, very, and caught off balance. He didn't view you as someone who'd send
cryptic messages like that one in particular. Alhaitham distressfully rubbed his eyes and placed the
letter on his desk above all the other workloads he had gotten delivered today.
upon that, he leaned into the broad armchair and careened his head back, closing his eyes. In that
peculiar state he might potentially arrange and categorize his thoughts more coherent. The last
thing he would've wanted now was to have your relationship suffer because of his current job.
first, it's dreary, second, it would throw him off completely.
while alhaitham had a dozen more work to finish before he could routinely head home, he decided
to go to your place instead to talk it out. In his opinion, pushing back a much needed conversation
would only elude his rational thinking skills by a huge mountain of precious time. it would've been
obtuse for him to not handle this.
deep wrinkles were forming around his brows when he knocked on your door, his eyes fixated with
worry but also irritation. On the flip side alhaitham was also concerned that something might've
happened to you without him being aware of it.
another knock and you had lastly opened the door to your home, with a pseudo sad frown on your
lips, maybe that was your ticket to great evilness because you did feel a bit wicked for tricking
your poor, overworked boyfriend like that.
he doesn't say much, a dreadful silence of a couple minutes had surrounded the atmosphere and the
inches in between your frames. A direct steady approach hadn't been found before he decided to
speak at last, though heedful. "i saw your letter." he remarked through a clenched jaw.
"you did?" you slowly turned around and simulated to shuffle something out of a drawer in your
kitchen— pretending to make a cup of tea for you both. "yes, i did." alhaitham might be many
things, but he wasn't stupid, he knew something wasn't adding up, at all.
at first note, there was your body responses, despite your d class acting skills you were still
showing emotions that weren't classified as sad nor angered. Second, it felt as if you didn't even
know what to say, more thoroughly did you appear to just like him being here because why else
were you settling a cup of tea and would you look at this, a few pastries he was sure were freshly
bought.
"do you want me to applaud to you?" his voice was dry but despite that it harvested a glint of
humor, "for this performance, i mean."
you bit down on the mushy insides of your cheeks before turning around, "i don't know what you're
talking about." there you stood with an empty cup in your hand when he resoluted to walk towards
you, haltering himself when he reached your body. "you wanted to talk." his hand finds your cheek
and banteringly nudges it, "then talk."
you avert your gaze to recollect your thinking, because truthfully you did not expect him to catch
onto it that fast— plus, you could also say you didn't think too far ahead into the future as on what
to do once he's actually there.
"okay, okay." you dramatically throw your hands in the air, "i pretended to be mad so you'd show
up." silence, "because i missed you." before you could hide the embarrassment with your hands
alhaitham had swiftly bolstered one of his arms around your waist to pull you into his chest, "I
know."
"can you blame me though?" you tried to explain yourself through your shy smiles which he had
found so so very adorable, "you're never home." you lay your cheek against his warm chest to reply
with a cuddle back and alhaitham sighed out when he beheld your distressfulness— how much he
longed for his calm days to return.
"i know." he idly pawed his hand over your spine, "i can't wait to be the scribe again." you quietly
shake with laugher at his words, the sides of your lips creasing up, "though i have to admit." you
suddenly state while blinking up into his multi colored eyes, "saying my boyfriend is the grand
sage doesn't sound that bad."
he's amusingly shook his head and found himself deeply connected in your arms— though being
wary of the entire settling of today, alhaitham's sadness resigned back into him, he realizing that
the last time he had held you just like this had have been a long time ago.
for this, he couldn't wait to get back to his usual, comfortable life with you again because no matter
which position he'd take in the akademiya, he'd never want to place you second under it because it
was you who truly gave new meaning to his life.
— scaramouche
working in the shadows had been something scaramouche was practicing his entire life, he‘s as
fast-moving as the wind, a split second and he was gone, poof, unforeseen and brief.
substantially, you weren‘t quite sure what made you reach the conclusion to perpetually poke your
finger into his hardiness, over and over— to sweetly aggravate him because it’s fun. especially
when he had gotten back to you after a long, monotonous day full of his duties to fulfill.
on the assumption that nothing was wrong, kuni, as in any other circumstance, had saddled back
into the couch with you next to him— actively observing how you’re casually paging through a
couple letters in your hand.
"hey." in the pitch of his voice alone you were capable to discern the fatigue in his body— he
must‘ve been especially hard working tonight.
"put the book away." undoubtedly, it was that time of the day again, scaramouche required your
unwavering attention because if you aren't handing it over to him right this second, he'd become
actually ballistic and sullen, waiting until you notice.
"hm." you do not say much, pretending to have something critical crossing your current state of
mind, "what do you mean hm?" he's peeved by your behavior— despite that it piqued his interest.
you evidently weren't drained or disgruntled by his presence, at least he thought you weren't, "is
this more important than i am?" scaramouche loftily pointed towards the book in your hand which
you then, meteorically closed.
"there is something—" you do not dare to look into his permeating eyes, being panicky stricken
you might blow your cover in front of him. Kuni had a way of heeding every so little change in
both the articulation in your voice and face.
"there is something we need to talk about— about us."
scaramouche didn't buy it, not even once, you were too perceptible and easy to detect.
what was there to talk about when nothing happened, in the morning you seemed fine, you even
gave him a goodbye kiss when he left for work. "really now?" he's sharpening his eyes on you, his
chin held up high to throw you off the high in your conversation and most pivotally, to make you
all jittery so you‘d eventually slip up.
"yes." you outstandingly flumped back into the velvety cushions of your couch, "we're just so
different." - "no we're not." he was right there to cut you off, giving you no room to breathe while
also slouching closer to your frame so you‘d look at him.
without beating around the bush, scaramouche decided to play this game with you, though in his
eyes, he was way better at this than you could ever be, "but we are." now coming across at him
through distinct eyes, you sealed your lips together so you wouldn‘t suddenly burst out laughing.
in a wink of an eye he had edged himself so near to you— with only being a mere couple inches
away from banging your heads together, "are you playing games again?" he really wanted to know
it now, fundamentally, scaramouche was captivated by this— he never loses and this side of yours
would never bore him, not even once.
"maybe." you blurt out bluntly, affectionately wiggling the tip of your nose against his own,
"you're a menace." he rolls his eyes and pulls away. with how swift you were to follow him, you
put your legs over his lap so you‘d be dotingly enclosed into one another. "don't do that again."
sweet scaramouche— what he didn't show you was that he in actuality shared a concern in result of
your behavior. All things considered he was aware you were kidding to rally him up. He thinks
your skills were amateurish at best, whimsical, he hoped you were practicing your acting to once
really catch him off guard.
"it's so fun though." you brusquely admitted to him with a candid smile while venturing to case
your arms around his neck.
if only he wasn‘t so utterly compelled by you he‘d actually be mad for once, yet he only puffs out a
warm heave, "i'll get you back for this."

ও how they pleasure you on valentines day
Chapter Summary
including scaramouche, alhaitham, heizou, yelan x fem! reader
⋆⑅˚₊ — SCARAMOUCHE
scaramouche quizzes your every reaction, repeating the coarse laps of his warm tongue before he's
certain it has an effect on you— how you're holding your breath in, how your toes are twisting on
each fresh flutter and how about the way you were longingly ramming your pretty cunt into his
mouth?
but you deserve it, he says, because this day was all about you.
unquestionably you had told scaramouche that valentines day was about your relationship— as in
you and him, but he did not see it as such, decidedly did he say over and over, that it's about you
and he needed, no, he had to spoil you even more than any other day before.
and now there he was, for hours, blazingly pleasuring your warm core and having you take it all,
he has done this many many times before but tonight was unmistakable different.
scaramouche was gluttonous— his tongue was hungering for yet another hypnotic taste of your
oozy arousal.
"i'm— so so close." you whine at him, your hands finding mercy in his littered hair as he
breathlessly laughed into your sopping wet cunt, amusingly kissing your clit and leaning to the side
to rest his head on your thighs, looking at you closely now.
"try not to stutter." he prompts you with a smirk, his eyes burrowed into something in imitation to
greed, it came to be carnal on your skin and more notably when he kissed your clit again, again
and again, "all mine, right?" scaramouche slurred lowly and prized how your thighs were trembling
underneath the contour of his frame.
"yes— all yours." scaramouche carried on to actively guzzle on your blazing clit while you spoke,
well, tried.
he carefully sealed his lips around the burning flesh and delicately tugging on it whenever he let go
of the skin with a wet pop, curving your voice even more hopeless and tremulous for him which
was the reason why he did it in the first place, kuni just had to hear you.
⋆⑅˚₊ — ALHAITHAM
at the close of alhaitham's first valentines day together with you, in less then no time you were
wrapped up within the confines of your easeful bed— a recurrent verse of nastily making out with
each other, kicking off your shoes and unhesitatingly jerking off each others clothes, one by one,
until being left bare.
everything about alhaitham was just big— too big, whether or not it were his large hands tangibly
mauling your pulpy breasts, his big, broad chest without a single care in the world soaring over
your sweet frame or his vast length twitching on top of your glinting folds, feeling heavy.
"you will tell me if it hurts." he gently prods his tip at your entrance and watches how your hole
barely slits at the cause, "yeah.." you mewl at him— but sappily, your body urgently retorting as
your legs reflexively parted at the hurting push.
it stung a little, but that's okay, alhaitham repeatedly waited for you to get contented enough. He
found it adorable when your tightly pressed together brows would slowly draw themselves back
into a much more relaxed manner the moment you had grown accustomed to his length or when
your, in his eyes, so so cutely pursed lips would part at the heavy penetration because then you're
moaning out his name in a sickly sweet charm and it's driving him absolutely insane.
but you too, were instantly overwhelmed with his hard erection drumming within the walls of your
sensitivity— the bigger vein of his length you adored to kiss whenever you went down on him was
battering your racing splotches and gave you significant trouble to breathe in a casual way.
"please— please move." it's okay now, alhaitham realizes and places one of your legs over his
shoulder, still proceeding with caution but encasing your hips with one hand to drag you back and
forth steadily, "this feels good." his hand runs over your stomach and strokes the flesh, "this feels
very very pleasant."
you were quick to shush him the moment you dragged him to your needful lips, evidently you were
flustered by what he had voiced to you, always, how he's saying what he thinks and couldn't keep
himself silent, he just had to tell you—sometimes being too blunt about it too, but in doing so
alhaitham had become the sweetest.
⋆⑅˚₊ — HEIZOU
on valentines day, heizou and you leisurely enjoyed an undisturbed and mellow warm bath
together— with the water having an assemblage of red rose petals idly floating on the surface.
you freely fit him in between your thighs, your breasts being firmly mashed against his chest as
heizou's hand ploddingly framed your body from underneath, he could get lost on how soft you
felt.
in spite of the current appearance at hand, heizou did not aim to keep this going in the bathtub, but
he simply could not resist you for the life of him. As it happened he had originally planned to fuck
you later on while being comfortably tugged in bed but beyond question, this was far preferable.
"does that feel good?" he asks yet recognizably knows the answer, he effortlessly deciphered it by
how strong your pretty cunt was searching for friction on him, the water too had turned the
situation in your favor by how soaked and doused you both appeared.
you listlessly swathed your arms around his damp neck to pull him towards you, "yes, very." to
give him a hint, you airily kept your hips in a different position so his flushed tip would nudge
against your entrance with it almost slipping in on itself by how easy the water was making it for
you.
heizou's arms encase your waist to help you out as you slowly rolled yourself into his tip, he was
aware on what you wanted, how could he not?
meekly taking inch by inch, you mewled out his name and hid in his neck, tenderly coasting your
hand into his soaked hair strands.
"i love love love you." you mewl and archons, the reactions you voiced were too adorable for him,
"i love love love you too." with an airy laugh from heizou, you felt his erect member recurrently
rush in and out of your pussy, the dripping noises of skin on skin were only heightened by the
wetness surrounding you.
⋆⑅˚₊ — YELAN
yelan herself wasn't a giant fan of going out in public on valentines day, not when the busy streets
of liyue had been outrageously crowded with couples throughout the city.
alternatively, she found herself on top of your gentle body— archons, how fucking much she loved
you, all of you, so dearly she just must spoil you for eternity.
one of your legs was lounging on her shoulder as she invariably bumped her tickling cunt over your
glistering folds— burying deep shock waves of unmixed intoxication into your sweat covered skin.
but with all that, yelan wasn't fast with her flavorful torture on you— instead it was quite the
opposite, because she must have you witness it all, each and every emotion of bliss had to be
imposed on you.
"look at me." she sternly commands before taking your chin in between her thumb and index
finger, "i always— ah, do!" you mewl when she amusingly wiggled her folds over your wetness,
under the silhouette of your moans, you began to take one of her breasts in your warm palm to
catch her off guard.
her nipples were erect and so pretty, she was pretty, your sweet darling— better yet, she had been
neglecting of you lately and had promised to inflict pleasure on you beyond any compare in this
world.
henceforward, yelan serenely parted her lips before leaving a big bulb of spit fall on your thudding
pussy, you arched your back into her and whined when she launched to sloppily slather it all over
your core with her soiled folds, precisely nudging your writhing clit ever so often.
everything felt so filthy and you realize just how dearly you wanted to cum on her, but then pay her
back for this, make her, for once, sense pleasure from you spoiling her— and you will, later, when
you're passionately mauling your head in between her thighs until she violently releases all over
your lips.

ও scaramouche + aftercare
Chapter Summary
a/n: this is 'gossip boyfriend kuni' which is my headcanon about kuni i heavily write
about on my Tumblr!
"you know what i heard today?" he's mumbling, with a little smirk and his brows mischievously
raised up.
subsequently, gossip boyfriend kuni would tug you against his bare chest while his arms are
snugly encased around your frame, proceeding uninterrupted with his words.
"you won't believe just how talkative those akademiya scholars are!" he‘s chit chatting away and
it‘s adorable— he‘s adorable.
for one, you're leaning into him to listen up more clear while repositioning your body to rest in a
much more homey way— you were still pretty sore from how needy scaramouche had been with
you earlier on.
after all, your skin was still considerably masked in both sweat and perspiration yet none of you
seemed to give a damn, it's already a sort of— lets say, usual regimen for you to shower together
afterwards but only once spending enough time lazing around in bed for a bit.
"i’m listening, tell me what you know." you're curiously propping your chin up on his chest to look
at him, brushing away his hairs that were lousily hanging into his face and stalling your hand on
his cheek with your thumb rolling back and forth his pale skin.
"huh, well, they want to make that random guy with the irritating mechanic on his head the new
grand sage." - "mechanic?" you're scratching your head before it hit you, "you mean alhaitham?"
kuni dashed his eyes on you— with an irritating utterance, because how on earth do you know of
him?
though on top of that, he carried on to spoil your aching body with sweet subtle touches, quietly
sliding his hand up and down your spine and drawing different shapes on your back— a heart, a
couple circles and he even attempted to motion a star with his fingertips.
you were feeling as if you were about to entirely melt into his alleviating body, but then, shortly
after you promptly got ruffled back into reality by a much stringent response from your boyfriend.
"how do *you* know of him?" for instance, he wasn't jealous, not even a little, absolutely not, "i
met him at the library once." you idly responded with your hand tracing down on his jawline, "and
those mechanics are called headphones."

ও how they pleasure you on valentines day
⋆⑅˚₊ — DILUC
diluc doesn't fuck, no, he vastly detests that explicit phraseology, because in reality he favored the
wordage 'making love to you' instead— and the way he did it would always leave you at loss of
words, unquestionably thunderstruck as a side effect on how he would pursue to handle your sweet
frame.
valentines day for diluc, such celebration should be held each and every day for the rest of his life,
no matter the circumstances, his priceless darling should be worshipped endlessly.
the candescent hearts in his flickering eyes— they shine vividly as he intently hurried his way into
you, your soppy cunt open and exposed for him, taking him so marvelously good diluc was
confident he wouldn't be able to deny his own release any longer if you kept coursing over his girth
in that precise manner.
"d- diluc." you're slurring your words now, profoundly pressing your face into his shoulder to hide
your mousy, stimulated whines.
"yes, my love?" on your dampened neck, you sensed a shy, soft faced smile stretched against the
skin as you anticipatively wrapped your arms around his body, "i love you— love you so much."
with the way diluc had his entire energies under control, not a single soul would be able to unriddle
that he was excessively struggling right now— not only from how adorable you sounded just now
but to keep on denying his own release so you would cum before him appeared to be much more
difficult now, "i love you so much." he responds.
but he doesn't still his words, "i live for you." he groans within ragged breathing, gently kissing the
tip of your nose when he fastened his hips on your core, shattering his stiffened cock so deeply into
your poor pussy your back arched off the mattress and into him.
your legs were trembly and you held them apart so he could gracefully drag his cock through your
raw walls, satiating every last inch of your body.
your diluc, so well beloved and esteemed— yet he was too, so outlandishly good in liquefying your
figure into a quivering, watering mess with only a subtle trace of his cock.
⋆⑅˚₊ — CYNO
"i wanna be on top today." you swallow down the huddled saliva in your mouth while crawling on
top of your boyfriend, "because this day is about you too."
concealed by the contours of your body straddling his hips, cyno easefully stowed onto the velvety
bedsheets while he finely aided you in lifting your hips up and down his shaft— he was unbroken
with it and longed to see you splinter into minuscule fragments in results of the stimulation he
inflicted on you.
meanwhile, another brilliant dream of his, to have your plush thighs at last, give up on you so he
can then swiftly cast you onto your back and fuck you silly into the confines of your shared bed,
because you deserved it more than he does, at least that‘s what he had stated plenteous times.
contrarily, you achingly staunched to formulate any words fronting your boyfriend, but your stuffed
pussy was turning it far more difficult— your warm walls felt irritated and twinged at the raw drag
of his heaviness in you, and when his cock pushes past that particular angle of yours, it had your
toes curl and whine cyno‘s name, over and over, with that teeny tiny broken chime to your voice he
intimately couldn‘t hear enough.
a honed hiss forms in his throat with how devilishly fine your dripping pussy sealed on his girth
and cyno couldn‘t quite fathom how impossibly well he fit in you, that‘s when he desperately fucks
you harder— controlled thrusts that bumped into every last fragile patch inside of your tightness.
his flushed tip was pushing back and forth now, but also leaving it to you to grind onto him
through burning thighs, though for some unknown, bizarre reason, it appeared that it was non other
than cyno himself who had harbored the control in the bedroom now, dwindling it off your fervent
grasp.
⋆⑅˚₊ — KAVEH
"you deserve it all …" kaveh ponders and you aren‘t used to see him being so serious tonight,
granted, he was also awfully focused on your glistering pussy, nigh on driveling at first sight, "and
so so much more."
your stomach frenziedly flipped when he pushed your folds apart with his finger pads, returning his
head to your exposed body to precisely dig the tip of his tongue over the outlines over your pussy
before drawing himself into you deeper.
"kaveh." you mewl softly, "i wanna— wanna make you feel good too."
the bitter sweetly recognized persistence in your comforting voice had his senses numbing, as well
as made his cock twitch overwhelmingly in his tight boxers. You couldn‘t have possibly stated
something that would turn him into a puddle of his own drool as fast as those honeyed words did.
"don‘t overdo it baby." he sighs with a fiendish sneer settling just under his dimples, "you‘re
sensitive here." his warm mouth attached itself back on your tickling clit and you moaned, it had
become utterly aggravating, his tongue just wouldn‘t satiate you any longer if he kept torturing you
like that— endless but also impossibly intimate that it had your stomach drop.
the charging enjoyment kaveh sensed inside of his stomach, you had to understand him, he thinks,
you‘re his sweet darling and today, of all days, was your special celebration.
kaveh playfully squeezed your thighs apart and fit his head in between your legs better— eyes not
parting because he wanted to see your face when he made you feel good. Kaveh places a small kiss
on your clit, mouthing over the silhouette of your soiled folds before another thought crossed his
resting mind, it being that he wanted you forever, for himself.
⋆⑅˚₊ — ITTO
"how did you like your day— oh fuck." itto’s eyes shimmer low on where your searing body was
freely resting, "please baby please please tell me."
your arms nimbly wrap around his neck when your shattered huffs filled the room, "ah— i loved
it." you sob lowly when he tightly presses your legs into your chest, "really?" his tantalizing,
dilated eyes were lustrously dazzling down on you, it‘s as if itto was standing in need of a constant
repeat of your words, over and over.
it was perceptively apparent that itto had gotten you extra prepared and wet for this— he hungrily
ate your soiled cunt out for hours on end and while doing that, he begged for his pretty darling to
stroke the outlines of his horns because he was so so sensitive there and your touch? soft and
familiar, it entirely stiffened his cock within seconds.
his, quote on quote, selfish side fiercely called and hollered for you to fully satiate it and, without a
doubt, how could you deny that? not when he was blissfully filling your drenched hole with his
bulky cock— which he wasn‘t even aware of has been well above average.
"i want you to cum on me." itto had no reason to keep his desires from you, after all, it was nothing
more than natural for him to be exorbitantly sincere and wholehearted with you, "and again and
again and again..."
you quickly stumped into his words with your longing lips, skillfully shushing his clingy mouth
with a tumbled lap of your tongue as itto began to move his hips, swiftly slobbering his hardened
girth in and out of your slicked up walls— and archons, you sensed him wholly, those notions were
one of a kind, so gnawingly weighty, you were doubtful you wouldn't end up sore by the end of
this.
the constant repeating pressure of his skilled thrusts and your walls drinking onto him, stimulating
all the right parts and there it was, within no time, you managed to approach yet another of the
countless orgasms your boyfriend was going to cast upon you.

ও childe + naked kissing
Chapter Summary
making out with childe without touching to see who gives in first
aggravating, utterly aggravating.
this state of circumstances wasn't normal, childe wasn't either, because how on earth did he have so
much control over his own body right now? how he, without much self restraint, idly kept his
hands tugged away while you were underneath him, shaking, stripped and revealed, longingly
poising for him to pluck each and every nerve in your frame.
but he enjoyed it, vastly, "come on, baby." he coos at you and your heart soars at nothing but his
gravelly voice, "you wanted to try this, not me! i'm just doing what you say." you peskily pout your
lips at him, childe's urge to impede ceaseless pleasing on your needful pussy was festering deep
inside the limits of his body.
if only he could describe it to you, yet he wasn't able to, he could only see you struggle.
your legs were unwaveringly squeezing together and jolting up to make out some sort of euphoric
revelation on your drenched cunt, your fingernails were burrowing past the flesh in your palms as
you messily kissed him and toyed with his tongue.
but this, fuck, childe wanted to ridicule himself at how riled up the drilling rumination of you made
him, the serious thought of you being so soiled, for him, he just had to taste you, let it dissolve on
his tongue like the sweetest, purest sugar and then afterwards kiss your lips again so you could
taste yourself, become embarrassed and shy, but also turned on by your own scent.
play with your pretty pretty pussy right now was what childe wanted, but this, seeing you like this
— skin so hot and covered in sweat, was even more great to begin with.

ও childe + fucking next door
imagine yourself open and bare under childe— but with that, on his too little bed he had once slept
in when he was young. It‘s filled with his late toys and embedded with bedsheets that had a bunch
of small action figures displayed on top of it (resembling a ruin guard).
"sh— i don‘t want them to hear you baby." childe mutters into your ear while carefully grinding
himself into your split open cunt, pistoling his cock into you but never too fast, he wouldn‘t dare,
being cautious he‘s not actually making the tiny bed squeak.
his parents were in the next room after all, preparing a fine dinner for the both of you.
it was the first time childe had brought you to his home so they wanted to make sure you‘re fond of
them as much as they already were fond of you from all the lovely stories ajax had shared about
your relationship.
"a-ajax." you sheltered your filthy sounds with your lips being tightly pressed into his shoulder,
"it’s not my fault— you‘re too rough again." scolding him really wouldn‘t change a thing because
you see, childe was ridiculously stimulated by that whole situation right now.
the way the both of you had to practically squish into each other to be able to have a somewhat
comfortable moment in that small bed of his had greatly intensified the shared moment.
"i‘m sorry." he‘s nervously whining— his voice very controlled as to not suddenly groan out loud
and make his parents hear a thing, "you just feel so fucking warm."
there was clearly no room for carelessness in his deep pumps— yet he continued to pull you further
into the mattress regardless, squish your body together so your pussy would feel tighter— better
and squelch after each rut.
he doesn‘t care right now— yet he might in the end when you would get spotted, which you hoped
wouldn‘t happen tonight.

ও tease me please me
Chapter Summary
— ꒰ including ꒱ — xiao, dottore, kaveh, heizou, scaramouche x fem! reader
— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, a little rough, messy, bunch of teasing
— ꒰ XIAO ꒱
curiously enough, xiao methodically casts out his slender hand on your stomach and oh, who
would've known, your dampish skin was burning underneath his handle, scorching hot and he was
the sole cause of it alone.
"i notice you like when i do this." he began in a sunken tone, proudly stating his own specified
comment while, at a leisure pace as to not hurt you, drill his piercing cock back into your messy
entrance, overflowing you to your complete limits while playfully wiggling his hips to seize
another of your irresistible moans, "i can hear it." he words below the surface of his broken pants,
"— feel it." and he deludes his head to keep himself hidden on your neck, "fuse into it."
you're pleasantly surprised by the many words he exclaimed to you this night, contrastingly and on
any other matter, xiao was more on the quieter side and rather preferred to listen to your soft
babbles and sobs.
the fuzzy swells of immersing tingles sent an innumerable amount of pulsates down your
shimmering spine and you desperately tried to expose your cunt more to him so xiao could reach
further and messily brush over your sorrowing splotches— if it's even possible to descend deeper.
he presses his hips down on you again, rapidly dragging his cock in and out of your entrance and
then— xiao did it slowly, agonizingly slow, forcing you to fuse and clasp onto each and every inch
of his length until you could perceive your climax loosening in your belly.
your hands nervously clamp onto his upper back and shoulders to keep yourself balanced when he
smothered down on you, his confidence bristling in rough shockwaves as you violently released all
over his pulsing cock, wholly soiling him with your slicked whites and arching your back up to his
body.
as rough as he had become now— and hungry for your slick on his tongue, xiao unmindfully
groaned into your neck, he's experimenting with his drags in you and bores them through your
flesh, back and forth, back and forth— because maybe he could tear a second release right after the
first.
you act without a single ooze of control— your frame being unable to stop twitching as the
overstimulation got the best out of you with xiao never faltering on his precise thrusts, fuck, he was
such a good learner, desirous too, it's like he didn't even have to do much, he'd always hit those
thigh clenching spots in you.
— ꒰ DOTTORE ꒱
"do you even know about it yourself?" dottore's lips meticulously attain another spot of your
enticing chest, carefully scurrying his warm tongue above your nipple to tease you, his eyes never
forfending their gaze from you. "k-know what?"
you're guttering in your trembling response because you knew better— and as to not sprain and
pluck on his cruddy nerves, "tsk." dottore disturbingly clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth
and a kiss is planted over your pointed nub before he coarsens his pursed lips around the blistering
spot, expertly sealing his mouth around your tit to rapidly bite down.
"questions, insolent questions." dottore groans lowly, rolling his eyes.
you squeal out in mild pain at the brusque strike and his lips split in a smile in an instant— a
menacing grin, he always put on whenever you looked like that— holding back hearty tears from
his overpowering pestering while in his agonizing seize, limited and closed right in between the
mattress and his broad body.
dottore inwardly hums with a solid stretch of his voice prolonging the sound when he hurriedly
pulls his lengthy cock back in— it being tenaciously obvious that he was now thoroughly fed up
with teasing you in any more ways.
rather than saying something else and to addition to his words, he drags his tensed cock into you
completely but then stills himself with a smirk, another tormenting receptiveness he was aware you
couldn't feasibly dislike more, within the realm of possibilities you had cursed this behavior, when
dottore simply did not stop his infinite bother.
you just wanted him to move already, have his large cock feel intolerably heavy inside of your
sensitive pussy and repeatedly rub you. To have the burning feeling inside forever engraved in your
soft flesh and you welcomed its bearing with your poor pussy constantly squeezing and slopping
down on his girth, his pre cum messily oozing out and splattering all in you.
there wasn't a single sane inch in dottore's body and you were aware of said fact, but the coherent
reassurance and the clear of anxiety he always managed to lift off your shoulders whenever he said
he'll protect you, that you're his, his alone, ending it with the word 'forever' which— you weren't
quite sure what he thought that word really meant.
— ꒰ KAVEH ꒱
kaveh's pressing and angelic looking hands— whom were formerly alighted rather foretelling
against your tottery knees, elegantly gape your legs apart to find definite forbearance in your mild
comfort.
a hampered sob swiftly scrapes at the back of his stirred throat the moment his exposed girth hit
your clothed, wet pussy. Kaveh had to finish his incomplete, uttered words— he must, but only a
gravelly dispel of honeyed murmurs and moans left his parted lips.
"you-" he lowly says in between whining, as though a streneous moment had been entirely cleared,
as if, now— while regularly tapping at your drilling entrance, he could find total leisure. "you're
my everything." he listlessly stares down at you rather pure and undiluted, the wholesome love
around his scarlet eyes was genuine, so concentrated it had you undefiledly diffuse under his
scorching touch.
kaveh makes no attempt to hurry himself, in all truth, he never preferred to fasten those bewitching
moments with you, only silently speaking again with each five seconds passing time. The manner
he spoiled and worshipped your body— how he, eagerly rubbed his permeating length over your
hidden folds while strongly holding your legs apart, it truly blended with your growing, heavy
breathing.
"kaveh— please." your heaves intertwine in one another, exchanging breaths, "i can't take it
anymore." the clear shadow of the dim room infiltrated on your bare skin, well, almost bare,
because tonight he insisted to keep your panties on. It's like a dear daydream to him, to searingly
hump your sore cunt so fucking fine and later filthily stain your flimsy panties with his white cum,
rendered uncontrollable.
but he held back his lusty exchanges, he didn't want you to think dissimilar of him, kaveh was
passionate about this relationship and his continues deep smears on your irritated, puffy cunt
showed such.
he breathlessly glazes his lips from your jawline to your dampened chest and roughly fingered
around with one of your hooking breasts while his ravening mouth was rigidly taped around a stiff
nub.
your eyes were dimensionally tinted with a silver of unwavering yearn and burning— he wanted to
intoxicate you with his insufferable grinding. You can feel his sloppy tongue dance around your
areola and slenderly lap at your erected nipple. It was unlike him to be this hungry with you
tonight, more so when you clearly sensed his sharp teeth teasingly swift over the pulsing tit,
making your restless hips jolt up so you could finer hump and fuck his thumping cock.
and something clicks in him, it's sudden, something deep, because now the not so unknown
pressure erupted from his lower belly and he instantly applied more strength on his work,
helplessly surging and tormenting your nipple while cascading his rough fingers on the other—
tugging and dabbling you to your pleasant orgasm as you both approached it at the same minute,
with him at last, releasing all over your dampened panties, drenching them in his liquids even finer.
— ꒰ HEIZOU ꒱
"so so good." heizou slurs his open and suggestive acts on you, "but you gotta give me more."
the clear severity of the bloody situation you found yourself in, with how blistering and punctuated
his rapid tongue would idly dig itself into your bubbling flesh, roughening his wetness to abruptly
split your glowing folds.
maybe it was the ceaseless articulation on his danceable face, how fairly lusty and corrupted
heizou would turn into whenever he meticulously pleased you on those attentive places.
you loved it so dearly— loved him wholeheartedly.
he's devotedly branching your hands into his own and with such large endearment— you felt like
you're floating above puffy clouds, you could just dissolve and fuse at how fucking well it tasted
on you, his face, so flowingly close in your puffed up cunt with you heedlessly sloshing a mess on
his red cheeks and dripping chin.
and heizou greatly encouraged it, when you were making a total mess on his skin.
his cunning thumbs draw shifty circles on your hands while not once making it able for you to let
go of him entirely. Heizou needed you to watch him pleasure you, being not masterful enough to
promptly screen your shy and embarrassed expression with your hands— granting him to cling
onto your sweet flavored eyes.
he suggests a alternate tactic with his mouth and variantly bolts his dousing lips around the warm
bubbly flesh, stuffing and wantonly groaning into your addicting scent and fuck, just a bit more
and he'll fuck you so very good and have you cross eyes for him— drenched and shaking for
another coarse rub of his vicious length.
microscopic winds of voltage vulgarly tingle all from your little pussy to your sweet tummy and
when he methodically jerks his wet muscle way heavier, you're desperately twitching around him.
Heizou catches your hole flicker around nothing and decides to do you a little favor, this being
sneakily dashing one finger on your slicked opening, leaving itself to draw naturally into your
warmness.
you constrict around him immediately— letting him glide into you and now the coil in your
stomach scampered into the pits of your belly, pit patting and vibrating in your core.
— ꒰ SCARAMOUCHE ꒱
desirous and undoubtedly ambitious, scaramouche analytically hurls his cold hands on your
perked up behind, assertively kneading and toying with your ass, leaving the acquired masses of
your skin in his palms. His upper lip was naturally tugged up— he couldn't possibly hide this from
you, it was brutishly visible on how much he favored doing this right now.
but, perceptively, scaramouche wasn't an insolent individual, he was utterly aware on where you
craved him the utmost, it being inside of you, so openly boundless that you're left gushing and
flooding his big length with your gooey slick, messing him up because you knew he loved it, when
you didn't care making a wreckage.
his fingers curiously run in between your cheeks and spread your glittering and puffy folds apart,
watching your dripping core with a famished state of mind before he bit down on his dowsed lips
to turn away an enthusiastic hum, paneling his trickling tip up with your slippy hole, humorously
bleeding into your opening to hear you sing his name in chopped up winces while grinding back
your ass on him.
"please kuni— please don't tease me tonight." you're begging him almost— voicing a telling tale,
yet not entirely, recognizing how much it would erect his broad ego into the boundless void, "so
really now?"
scaramouche wittily scans how you're creaming full his rosy tip before he naturally lets it slip into
you but keeping your ass spread and brusquely driving you into the mattress. With a generous lick
of additional yearning, he fitfully looms his freezing body over your own and cozily rests his chin
on your shoulder— on this note, he could now perfectly stick into your skin and perceive your
body scent which he craved each and every passing day.
before his newish approach, you were on your fours but now, it was evidently more demanding to
keep it this way, so you ultimately altered to rest flat on your stomach, though keeping your ass
prettily perked up for him— better yet, you clearly remembered how much he backbreakingly
cherished that position, how tight you could become, or when your cunt was squelching filthily on
his restless thrusts, blotching and constricting around his searing cock, how your warm insides
were being rubbed by him, over and over, again and again until you were left tormented by his
overstimulation.
scaramouche began to move when he heard you whine out his name, he'd never acknowledge or
admit it to you, it's granted embarrassing.
but the trivial raises of your soothing voice spelling out his name— really didn't matter to him if it
was meant sexual or not, left his legs quavering, threatening to give up on him after all.
"fuck, you want me dead." he stutters in motion with his gravely voice, jerking his cock up slowly
and gradually webbing himself into your sticky pussy, but leaving you unconditional time to
satisfactorily make space.
you barely can accommodate him all but you didn't mind, it felt perfectly good that way, your
stomach squeezing down when he fully bottomed out in you, beginning to splutter his pre over your
velvety insides.
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ও baizhu + thigh riding
breathlessly rounding your burning clit on baizhu's clothed thigh while he's stowed back into
his armchair, his piercing, leaking cock insufferably thumping within the closed bonds of his pants.
His shuddery palms were securely battered against your working hips while he masterly ruled you
back and forth as well as dictated you harder into his—with your gluey slick, covered leg. All he
needed and sought after was for someone like your being, who knew what to do and how to
implement it, how to put on a flavorful, enticing demonstration only appointed to his hungry eyes
and gaze alone. You could hardily frame any words or responses and when you lessened your head
down to witness just how smudged and dirty his pants had turned to, how his typically light violet
pants now, had a darker deep splotch on them, on the place where you were continuing to
euphorically crush your little, irritated pussy on— you shyly abstained from looking at him
because you knew full on well that he had already deducted your sobbing shape.
ও "I'm so glad I didnt break up with you that one time"
— scaramouche
feathery, fluffy clouds breezily dotted the expanding sapphire blue sky as the incandescent radiant
rays of eternal warmth— like fireballs, drifted across the sizzling nation of pristine wisdom.
scaramouche mellowly declined his head into your supple lap while you were indulging your
trusted presence on a secluded area a bit away from sumeru city— his hair was deep tinged and
glinted eminently, dark indigo locks that were lucently aglow from the smoldering sun riveting
your frames.
you can still remember it vividly, the spellbound rays tottering down on your body as you nimbly
closed your eyes for a second while carelessly scurrying your hand over his silky hair. It was rather
comforting to him and you were aware that your boyfriend must've been immoderately drained
from his taxing work load.
and by any means whatsoever, within the strong comfort of the fateful consolatory spot, a— you
could say, brilliant yet a shade evil idea transited into the deepest edges of your psyche.
you pretended to listen to whatever scaramouche had to proudly talk about as your hand carried on
to gladsomely delve further around his scalp, jovially motioning aimless symbols on his head.
his eyes wander shut at the closeness of you when he idly shifted the conversation into another
topic, "this is fine." he speaks mousy— his breathing was fluttery and bounteous with love, yet
although his voice was not lined out of lustrous silk, it did not trickle in an even consistent tone,
you had treasured it nonetheless and his voice was your glaring favorite. "this— this feels fine."
that was it, the perfect timing, you suppress a devilish grin and got ready for your disguised
scheme coming into wicked play, "it really is." you tried to respond in a false articulated stainless
voice, "—and i'm so happy i didn't break up with you that one time."
bordering on a comical sight right under where your boyfriend was presently marveling on your
lap, scaramouche had now instantly bolted up to meet your eyes in a part spread sight— but now
something changed, an expression akin to filtered shock and discontent. "what?"
in all respects, he was done with his spoken words, because what made you want to break up with
him in the first place? what instance in your past togetherness had been enforcing those negative,
cruel emotions in you that you even thought about it?
it was a hurting, clear thought— additionally pestering him and it was more horrific than anything
else pressuring his goddamn mind.
"what, what?" you silently ask beneath the lines of your regulated breathing, scaramouche never
looked so lost before and you tightly bristled your lips together in an pursue to not blast your evil
cover.
"what did you mean by that?" if he had to choose, scaramouche would rather have someone
repeatedly run him over with a carriage than be in this clashing conversation, "you wanted to break
up with me?"
to your appreciable surprise, he did not let his inner rage come to broad daylight, rather was he
willing to figure out what has been going on that made you think that. Now, with the concern being
all written across his pretty features, you felt as if you should come clean before he actually gets a
heart attack from your wrongful play.
"tell me what i did, i will fix it—" the compression in his emotions had inflated as you snappily got
a hold of his squishy cheeks, instantly cupping his face, "i'm so sorry, i'm messing with you."
though you ended up awkwardly laughing with a sorrowful grin as to lighten up the damaged
mood, scaramouche's mouthing took a turn— slightly dazed but also fed up, the penetrating gaze of
him, previously a tone lower but now plumb with a diverting split on his lips.
"you.." the little mewl exposed more than a simple intrigue, "you will regret this." with an eye on
him you leaned forward to kiss your boyfriend but scaramouche was one step ahead. He speedily
took both of your wrists in his palm and dropped you on your back— making you lose stability of
your body.
"oh, what's gotten into you?" he asks— innocently enough for you to believe it at first before he
was puncturing specific places on your stomach, fronting matter to pinch and tickle the skin, "ah!"
you cry out, whining at the burn, "i'm sorry i'm sorry!"
"don't do that anymore." scaramouche kept you on edge— exactly where he wanted you to be, "or
i'll give you a taste of your own medicine."
— diluc
inside the limits of your prevailing ventures, you so happen to find yourself nonchalantly strolling
over to your boyfriends tavern— the angels share, where he was, at this time, in the midst of
closing the bar after another successful night.
in related manner was it a regular practice you'd follow closely, it being to do your utmost greatest
to spend as much time as possible with your primarily preoccupied partner— granted that it was
centrally you both walking home and then falling asleep shortly afterwards in your shared bed,
though that alone made it worth it to you.
diluc found himself greatly engaged in properly cleaning up the bar counter and putting away a
bottle of unused dandelion wine as you ardently knocked on the door with your signature thumps—
so he knows it's you, before letting yourself pass through.
pristinely, diluc did not have to look up to see that it was you entering the bar— for one, as
mentioned prior, was it the initial bangs on the large door the both of you had originally turned a
habit as a humorous joke, as well as the recognized spreading presence of you being more than
enough for him to figure it out.
he composes himself as his warm eyes then, without an ounce of wavering, flicker without delay to
wholly greet you with his comforting calm manner, "you're early." he reminds you, thinking out
loud, each new articulation of his being thoroughly tempted out in an urged chatter— it's
noticeable, how unmistakable worn out he was.
"i told you i'd come visit before you're closing the tavern." you listlessly slant back on the barstool
to take a convenient seat and you lively smile at him while diluc carried on to clean a couple of the
utensils that had become irksome obstacles yet shyly quelling a spiking sneer in him, unreservedly
molding himself into your homely aura, "i'm glad then."
in passing, you idly watched him for a brief while until diluc unexpectedly turned to you again,
catching you off guard, "oh, i have something for you." he surprisingly hummed along each new
syllable and you find yourself admiring the view in front of you, his face generously shading red, "i
saw them and had to take it with me."
you recollect your focus on him when diluc spoke in a charming way that sent a beguiling spike
through your pounding heart before you noticed something large in his hand; a bouquet of your
most beloved flowers.
his posture stiffened a little— most likely because of a miniature impale of nervousness scurrying
through his flaming veins, because what if you end up not liking the well scented, thoughtful gift?
though you had loved it, of course— even more than that and as he was eyeing your reaction up
close, sensing how your widened eyes coursed brilliantly as you accepted the flowers in your
hands, you gaze at him in a darting loving way, tightly squeezing the bouquet in your right arm to
be able to give him a hug and express your utmost gratitude to him— for him, because he simply
was the best in your eyes, the most attentive boyfriend to have ever existed.
"I do hope you fancy it." his rippling skin felt comforted back in your cosy cuddle with his large
hand being closely pressed on your lower back as he made you turn on him closer. "i love it."
"— and I'm so grateful i didn't break up with you that one time."
well, just hold up a second? what.
"...umm, thanks." he earned yet another eruption of laughter from you though you had roughly
closed it sunkenly in you, so diluc wouldn't figure out you're actually not being serious right now,
at all.
diluc— though now greatly overwhelmed but rather leaning into a more confused state of mind in
terms of your sudden exclaim, manages to huff out a low sigh while bringing his attention back to
you, slowly drawing himself away from your close embrace.
for a fleeting spell, you both looked into each other's eyes boundlessly astounded and bowled over
— stated in a more frequent type of way; it was in actuality diluc who was looking wholly rendered
at loss of words when you tried your dearest to keep your wicked giggles in check.
but then, he talks again, although pumped full with overthrowing worry in his once glowing eyes,
"I'm not certain on how to appropriately tackle this conversation." he mumbles while virtually
thinking out loud, "can you perhaps tell me what i did wrong so i can get better— get better for
you?"
quite frankly, you couldn't take it anymore and soon your whole body was filled with great
misdeed, he may not have a clue right now but in total truth you were only trying to get a glimpse
of a somewhat saddened reaction out of your boyfriend— which now, might've been a little evil,
though, after all, you couldn't really pass up on that perfect presented opportunity.
"you did nothing." you squeal in panic, gently placing the flowers on the bar counter to keep your
attention on him, "i'm sorry i was messing with you."
you pretty much fell into his arms and diluc instantly had hugged you right back— though still in
shock, his eyes growing in the size of saucers. You lied close into his shoulder and tried to lift the
mood with a humane touch of your hands on his back.
"you menace." diluc reveals an adorable sigh as his chest heaved up and down, the shock still
lingering deep but a smile minimally lifted at his lips when he turned to hearteningly pant out a
shaky heave into your arms. "you absolute menace."
— alhaitham
"and that’s correct." alhaitham kindly affirms towards the region of your direction while being
patiently sat before your pretty eyes, fixedly gulping down the nascent saliva in his mouth to
enunciate his following words, "—now to the next question."
undoubtably and much to your sweet pleasure, your boyfriend alhaitham took his current, new
acquired position, awfully serious!
on the whole, he was an excellent tutor— strikingly perfect for your upcoming exam which had
caused you a countless amount of sleepless nights, while he was aware of your struggles, he had
put it upon himself to aid you as much as he was able to.
bizarrely to you, he was a bit too serious and stern, bound and determined while forgetting to keep
it natural. Yet alhaitham understands and recognizes your strengths, turning it attainable to solicit
100% of your greatest strong point, presenting you with your highest amount of concentration to
study.
"how does this look?" you ask, rather confident in your mannerism as you firmly shoved the fully
scribbled paper into his close direction. He looks at it with hawk eyes and crinkles his brows a
little— that being an usual trait whenever he found himself in large engrossment.
"incorrect but i didn't expect you to figure it out anyways."
unfortunately to you, alhaitham had a— let's say, interesting habit of spelling out his words before
actually thinking his sentences through enough, or maybe he modestly didn't give a damn about
how he was perceived or presented to the audience, didn't matter to him if the person he was
talking to is a stranger or his significant other, you.
one quiet, internal thought ultimately, without sweet decorations, turned into two hellish thoughts
and you had yourself wonder if you were even capable to pay him back just a little bit, in your
usual, evil fashion.
"that's rude!" you falsely squeal out, fearing he may have a clue on your new doings right away as
you dramatically drew your hand above your heart to act out a pain in your chest.
"you asked — i answered." you could clearly see he didn't think his wording was incorrect or
maybe a minuscule portion grating, so you decided to sprinkle a little sass on him, "you're right and
i'd be lost without you." your eyes innocently trail to his face, "i'm so grateful you're helping me
study."
you were on the verge of exploding, really, the tempting laugh was overfilling your insides but you
pushed through, ending your sentence at last, "— but i'm even more grateful to myself that i didn't
break up with you that one time."
alhaitham quirks a brow but did not face you right away, did you want to argue with him? or were
you trying to be funny again? because speaking from past lived occasions, he wasn't new to you
pulling one of those particular intrigues at him.
well, then again, what if it wasn't a tasteless, blundering joke? what if, you were serious this time,
honestly would he even blame you? after all, alhaitham knew himself better than anyone else did.
"so, a break up?" he leans back into his chair before crossing his arms around his body, slowly
eyeing you from your eyes, to your collarbones and back again. "mhm." you agree with a hum,
although both of you being sat, he was easily towering over you with his stance alone, only making
you fuse further into yourself.
"and when?" in fact, he will not let this die down, he will manage to get everything he required out
of you while barely leaving you to gasp for air.
you wonder if he had already figured it out (he did), your eyes skimming over the entire table to
bring your heedfulness somewhere else. "umm, i don't know!" the comedic side of it all was
extremely whimsical to your boyfriend— and his plan to lure you into where he wanted you to
seem to succeed as well.
"look at me." that damned voice change, nothing that you cannot withstand, nothing but that
precise grab his gravelly tone color had on you.
right there, you met his doubtless, assertive eyes, unshaken in his own views. alhaitham
unhurriedly leans forward into the table while holding eye contact with you, you're watching him,
waiting for chaos to unfold or him laughing at how silly it was for you to even try to fool him.
"maybe next time you get lucky." he quickly wipes his tongue over his mouth, "do you know that
you're really bad at acting? it's rather comical watching you try."
heavily exhaling the stored air in your strained lungs, you, wholly fed up with him, rolled your eyes
at your oh so confident boyfriend who just didn't know when to keep his mouth sealed tight, "oh
shut up!"
— kaveh
love and enchantment, a formidable devotion for another, highly arising out of real personal ties
and notable attraction.
for kaveh, those meanings were everything and all, the totality all at once.
beyond a trace of a single doubt, it was unmistakable visible on just how much immeasurable
energy and serious effort your boyfriend put into having your blossoming relationship as uplifting,
easing and heart warming as possible.
you're his absorbing soulmate and his riveting gratitude and love for you— which he most
definitely conveys through those honeyed, dreamy smiles on his plump lips, were sticking out a
mile.
from all accessible appearances, one might as well pick up on the nurturing connection that is
shared by you lovebirds and how kaveh would always come up with newfound actions to have it
shown to everyone in many different varieties.
tonight, it was outside of sumeru city— on top of a idyllic meadow, with the boundless sky being
set ablaze by the setting sun right above you, soon to follow was the pale, ashen crescent turned
moon, vividly luminous like a silvery claw and fuck, that glittering glow in your eyes as you
watched from afar, kaveh wasn't sure if he could fall in love with you even deeper than he already
was.
"this is so pretty." the fresh feeling of your body thoughtlessly sloping back into the consoling
ground locked out each and every paining worry from your gladdening thoughts.
"i knew you'd like it, i just knew—." kaveh keeps himself from embarrassingly tumbling over his
own spoken words, his nails now clawing into his palms and leaving marks— it might've been the
nervousness, he fears, although you both had been together for a good while he can catch himself
quite frequently becoming shy in his mannerism.
but his phraseology meant nothing, his passing wordage, blank.
there could be sure up to a million and one descriptions to intently describe this current moment
happening yet nothing would ever explain it how he saw it, how he perceived you.
aside from that, you also breathed fresh life into his somewhat monotone one, with your sneaky
intrigues keeping him on edge the whole time.
"this was a good idea." you're revealing a soft glare to him, a hidden one that from the outside,
appeared to be angelic and endearing, though from the inside— salted away an evil plan that was
camouflaging your entire mind for the whole day.
call it stowed up curiosity or simple boredom of your person, but you cannot keep yourself from
passing up on it, longing to witness kaveh leaving his protective, calming bubble for once in a
while.
sure, obviously, he could get mad at you, aggravated or purely stare at you through dead, saddened
eyes, but then you'd always be there to make it up to him, in your own charming ways.
kaveh plushly lays on the warm ground before idly securing one of his hands under his head,
uncaringly bolstering himself up, "this reminds me of something." you suddenly claim in the
direction of your lover so he can hear you, no matter what, "of what?"
in the general run of things you couldn't help yourself but smile at how quick kaveh could get
fascinated or absorbed on a random topic you unhurriedly throw into his course of line— no care
in the world on what it was, but if you don't tell him and keep the desired answers away, he'd
regularly think about it, day on day, until you do end up saying it out loud— which you then, do.
"ah, it's nothing!"
"— i'm just glad i didn't break up with you that one time, you know?"
.. silence ..
"..."
"..."
"..."
"kaveh?"
"..."
you might enquire some sort of exclaim or wonder now, did he pass out or? no silly, of course not!
it did feel like he was about to suffer from a large heart attack though.
"b-break up?" he soundlessly mutters, panic, immense panic, if he can afford to say anything
coherent at all but he was as still as a mouse, indistinct, until ..
"as in, breaking up? a BREAK up?!"
"oh it's nothing." you hushedly wave your hand in front of his anxious face, without concern
leaving yourself to fall back and carry on to glimpse up at the moonlight sky.
"what do you mean n o t h i n g?"
"this is tERRIBLE." - "utterly TERRIBLE." deficient panic pitifully munched on your boyfriends
entire being, deeply festering itself into the pitched shadows of his now darkened heart.
"wait please stop." your words did not hit him, it's like he turned himself on autopilot, his eyes
large as he looked into the distance, muttering something underneath his pebbly pants which you
couldn't decipher what he was babbling over. "it's a joke, please look at me."
no because maybe you did go too far and after encircling your arms around kaveh's body you held
him close to you, so the repeated knocks of your heart could be sensed by him.
"i'm sorry i will never do this again." you are met with his— now glassy laced, scarlet eyes, not
once does he speak anymore, because quite frankly, for a second he was scared to his very core, in
a frenzy, because life without you, is no life at all, no substantial vitality.
but then, a tone of him, irregular and broken, "don't do this." - "again."
you mildly wipe the warm tears off his face and lovingly keep a couple kisses on his forehead—
left cheek, right cheek, his cute nose and ultimately finished your sweet attention on his soft lips—
that always tasted like roses and felt so tender on top of yours, easily crawling yourself into his lap.
"i'm sorry, i love you and i'd never break up with you, ever."

ও childe + virgin
the almost stagnating breaths childe had been subduing were exclusively just one of a manifold
plethora of raw factors which had— regardless of his helpless attempt to hide it, aired his self
parading nervousness to this entirely new situation.
and yet, all ajax really does was intimately smile at you, with nothing more than his benevolent
love put before your hooded eyes— upturning his dreamy guise. You permit your body to soundly
mold into childe and he senses your combusting urgency— he felt it with his searing trace, how
your glossed entrance was lingeringly opening up to take his swelled tip inside.
he had undoubtably given it his all and with every new breath taken, his throat would bob sternly
through the exhale. "are you comfortable?" he hums, brushing his free hand over your warm cheek
while his face shaded a brilliant tone of red. "y-yes, please keep going."
the sliding first seconds he had seen you exposed under him while he was placed in between your
split legs, he was nervously fisting his large cock— honestly sweetly clueless about all of this, on
how to please his pretty darling, deliver mind boggling pleasing on your pussy while making you
cum first, precisely on his girth, with your sweet scent thawing on his sweat platted skin.
making a serious effort to take his time, childe slowly glissaded his drumming member up and
down the motioned tunnel of his hand— over your opening to tease, just how he had dreamed of in
one of the many thrilling visualizations— where he embarrassingly foamed over the sheer image
of roughly fucking you into the soiled mattress until you're obscenely stuffed with his warm cum,
your skin would turn sticky of his whites but you're wiggling your pretty hips at him regardless, so
he can give you more.
with his bulged tip, he was experimentally trying to reach past the tightness of your pussy because,
really, it was turning overly painful— for the both of you to be exact, the large craving to leave his
cock to roam over your soft walls, that honeyed sense, when your puffy insides won't let him take a
second to rest because you're just so tight, constricting his thrusts and fuck, he's so sensitive, you
both were, yet it was burning, but the good kind.
it's when, at the same time, childe pulled himself into you while you lifted your hips a little, taking
the first few inches of his mind numbing cock— and his soothing voice, like the purest candied
liquids dripping down your shimmering skin, holding you in its priceless grasp, softening your
nervous senses to have you utterly enjoy this moment together with him.

ও after the safe word
ayato, who would— and such goes in the generality of standings, without stating, express leaden
depicted signs of embodied guiltiness for turning you, his darling, he devotedly treasured, this
uncomfortable and hurting during an endearing time where he should've coddled you with a sundry
of effusive pleasure.
conceivably, ayato might've fell in to be inordinately rough tonight as he was severely frustrated
from his own bottled up emotions— one of the leading factors being the tracked down obvious that
he hasn't seen you nor spend sufficient time with you in what felt like plentiful years.
his troubled breath was stranded immovable in his glued down throat upon listening to you
suddenly cry out the safe word he was sure would never be used by any of you— to proceed, ayato
had directly pulled out of you, the touch cautious, as controlled as possible as to not dispense any
more damage before really saying anything, he can barely marge his eyes on you and it broke his
heart that he was the reason you experienced pain— when he should've loyally lavaged you with
nothing but pure comfort.
supplementary he puts forth your name in a tottery declare and then staggers through his frazzled
breathing, "are you okay, please— please take your time." ayato eases himself back into this
pivotal situation, but he will not touch you, he keeps his hands away from you. "i apologize with
my entire heart— i did not mean for this to happen." as to bring grave attention in his sentence, he
closely whispers an inch lower, soothingly, "i am so so sorry."
ayato will wait a fair enough of much required time, additionally giving you copious reasonable
space before you, yourself, have allowed him to come close again. His glimmering eyes fall to your
bare, trembling body as to calmly throw a silky blanket at your naked frame to have you a sprinkle
more shielded and protected as well as have your body heat rise up again.
while you aided him to lean back into your arms, ayato breaks apart from within, bit by bit, his
body was stilling and sheened of cold sweat, but it's about patience now— and he knows, he has to
keep a clear head as always, he mustn't let his emotions run free.
"it's okay ayato." you close your arms around his neck and it almost brings him to tears— such
spoken tears that he originally severed off himself earlier, the same way he had done so his whole
life.
"it is not, i should've known better."
family was everything to ayato and you were a part of his. On this ending night he had done
nothing more than to spoil you and apologize a handful more times, you let his warm palms seep
into your gladdened skin and your eyes flutter close of the heavy tiredness— you realize he was
warm but his breathing sounded patched together, even though he tried to hide it endlessly.
alhaitham, whose flexed up muscles loosened up the immediate wounded second of your
excruciating voice thickly closing around his ear shells. This uncomfortable weight on his chest, or
the penetrating shock in his eyes, he was aware that he unarguably went overboard this night, for
certain, and promptly backed off your tremulous body without accidentally creating added
problems.
with how he had been largely shadowing over yourself, he could easily perceive the state of your
low lidded eyes— your vision had turned entirely blurry which was the straight up cause of warm
tears simmering from each twist of your eyes.
"do not rush yourself." not at all did alhaitham appear as confident and collected as he usually was,
"i apologize - i apologize, i don't know what—" your hard processed breaths overwhelmingly
shook at each explosive word of him, it was demanding for you to state something, taxing on your
emotions while at the same time cloaking back your cried which he had fortunately discerned
himself, then stopping in midst his own sentencing, yet cursing himself.
it's not as if alhaitham doesn't want to do anything, all he craved for was to enclose his large arms
around yourself and apologize once more— though he does nothing, not for now at least, he waits
until you do something instead, after all, crossing your boundaries again would be the last thing he
had in mind.
"can you-" he noiselessly jolts back when detecting your broken voice in the dim room, you mutely
wrap your hand around his wrist, "can you please .." and he knows what you meant, in the wake of
it, it wasn't back breaking to see through your quavery ways of stating.
he crumbles next to your body and closes his arm around your waist, your eyes were swelled up
and with one gentle palm he shushed away the wetness on your cheeks, but remained careful in his
proceedings.
"i'm sorry." you shake your head at his strangled heaves, applying yourself up forward into his
chest, "it's okay." - "i know you would never hurt me on purpose."
but even with your presented reassurance, his heart burned, he huffs his warm breath on your
forehead and presses his lips on your head, his hands in process of moving unsure on where to
wavelessly rest themselves on. "it will never happen again."
he recollects himself, his words holding all meaningful purpose behind them, "i know." you
smoother yourself further into him, systematically calming down more and feeling yourself back
into his body.
"you're everything."

ও you feel good, too good
— xiao
when xiao goes down on you, he gets so excited, absolutely thrilled— he‘s practically salivating at
the trifling sight of your glinting folds slicked up with your liquids.
he‘s unprepared— his mouth increasingly dry, near or less competing with the deserts in the nation
of wisdom, but it‘s exciting and he feels dirty when he keeps his eyes sowed on your pussy like
that, unswerving, unable to concentrate so he can pleasure you, looking sweet when he rolls his
tongue over your puffy clit.
cautiously, he parts your folds with his thumbs to get an improved view on you, paying large
attention to how mushy and wet you felt under the surface of his fingerpads— it‘s the softness of
your fevered skin and his trace that you were certain had healing abilities.
his silent touch curves over your body— with a smile, that damned smile, right upon his face.
besides, xiao doesn‘t want to hurt you, his cute darling, so he deludes into you, while— at the
same instance, collecting all the formed spit in his mouth to, at last, pull it into a large globe of his
own saliva and let it smoother down on your cunt.
your hole contracts around nothing and you whine out his name, again and again, sweet chants of
xiao xiao but nothing comes back— he doesn’t respond. So, you blink down and could’ve sworn
you saw him smirk dirtily, barely viewable but as if he was satisfied with your intimate reaction.
now, was this enough in his eyes? was xiao satisfied by this? no silly, he clearly found it
excessively arousing, taking care of a warm, pretty cunt such as yours— it’s too eye catching when
you tamp together your brows and trap your lip in between your teeth as his spit hits your flesh and
fuses with your arousal. So, he does it again while his eyes fade and flicker with a crushing dance
of appetite.
xiao spits on your cunt to lubricate and plaster it all over your folds with his tongue. He presses his
thumbs into the flesh and splits you apart, eagerly running over the creamed insides and tracing
your folds with his tip while he himself had been having a rough time all secretly— kept hidden
from your eyes to see.
his cock was aching violently in his pants, pulsing and growing angry, leaking of his clear pre cum.
It’s to the point where he ruts himself into the mattress and marks up a quite embarrassing wet spot
on it, driving his hips further while the laps on your pussy became feral and sloppy … all until he‘s
cumming from it alone.
… from the clothed grinding, the fantasy to fuck your blistering cunt and your growing addicting
scent he was surrounded by.
— kazuha
"you will speak to me upfront." kazuha purposefully selects each of his words with uttermost
rigorousness and delicately lifts the last piece of silken garment off your shifting frame, "and i need
you to voice any form of discomfort." — this beclouded stage did the most to you, but he was the
cause of your current nebulous state, distinctly when you had unveiled the biting shivers spouting
down the rills of your spine, viewable in the chilly and dimmed room.
your name easily slips from his twisted tongue— and his undeviating eyes? how could they
possibly linger with an equivalent amount of fixed kindness and immovable desire above your
shyness helplessly encasing your stripped body with your arms sealing around your chest.
kazuha's eyes were closely guarding down your every sore, unhidden muscle and exploring the
unmasked reactions of nothing but his damned voice and his leaking tip slowly bottoming into
you. It has to be unreal in some way— on how mouth watering well he felt in you, how warm and
impossibly dominating that you couldn't stop yourself from squeezing around his shaft.
with his palms clasped around your knees, he was shoveling your legs further apart, pin pointing
you into the mattress to the point you were squished without allowing you to breathe in an errorless
manner.
damn this position and its graven side effects of turning you so sensitive, or soaking him all the
way to his lower area with your messy cunt battered in his arousal, "my love." kazuha sings in a
broken taunt and piercingly hits his hips so wild into you that it had the clapping connection of skin
against skin hammer through the entire room, "i will not stop unless you tell me to." he finds the
sound of you mewling out his name in wails and cries appealing— so, he does it again, harder, hard
enough to have your tits bounce back and forth when your walls greedily try to keep him in, just a
bit to keep yourself full and heavy of his girth.
the deep pounding of his cock reached those precise places, but you were gluttonous of his rough
rubs and thrusts, most evidently, it had to be the sudden death of your rational thoughts now.
— kaveh
cockwarming, it‘s turning kaveh sensitive to the core, he‘s shaking, panting— growing frustrated
when you close around his vulnerable length but don‘t move, you wouldn‘t, because it‘s tastier to
leave him there, stilled, his tip pressing and peppering your glistering insides.
"i can‘t— i cannot." kaveh fumbles through his scattered words and holds himself into you with
one hand being grounded around your hips, your pussy clenching, uncoordinated and needy.
"no no no." you interrupt his trailing thoughts, "you can, i know you do." and pull yourself towards
him with a soft laugh. His cheeks offer nothing more than a red tint and you cradle them kindly
with your palms as he leans into your handle, "just a bit more and you can fuck me." you heave out
in between pants while grinding down, feeling how his length reaches and slides so much deeper—
better.
"you- you promise?" he sobs, messy tears forming under his lashes, "i do." and when you whole
heartedly agree, your sweet boyfriend kaveh twitches in you, bracing himself, aching in agony but
also from excitement, from having you frantically bounce on his cock later.
— heizou
heizou wants to be on top— hopes to split your legs apart to feast himself on your rubbed folds
lubricated with your arousal, hereafter he will make himself useful, like blazes, drill his erection
past your tensity because he wants it that way.
tonight— he is the one in charge to fuck you silly and do it while being on top of you, until you're
practically drenching his cock with a sheer ring of whites weighting down on his girth. Flattening
his body on yours, you swiftly wrap your legs around his hips to consume the closeness of his body
when a— conflicting as well as clashing dilemma oh so happened to insinuate a vanishing loss of
control.
such reason being the obvious— your walls being tighter than usual, heizou was being sure of it,
as per the fact on how tapered your insides had overcrowded him entirely. "don't stop now." you
coo, and no matter how many times he attempted to have you be the one whining and begging, it
was now him sensitively grunting at each squeeze.
"damn it." he curses, "how are you so tight?" - "did you miss me that bad?" your hand joins his
cheeks to make him look at you, his jaw slacked as he slowly circled his hips into your core, "don't
worry baby." his entire frame seizes when you dig your ankles into his behind, both dirtily
moaning into one another, "fuck— fuck." maybe now is the time where he truly unwinds.
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ও pantalone + prone bone
Chapter Notes
pantalone can prone bone me into the moonlight
prone bone with pantalone, and, oh, who would‘ve thought? he has you where he wants you to
be, without lifting a single finger. face shoved into the pillows and your pretty cunt apart, so you
could take him— fragile below his entire weight, your poor pussy jammed and crowded, dripping
with arousal— he mouths a line over your dewy neck while exploring the premonition of your
body under his hot lips, coaxing out a shrill cry and his cock stirs at the vibrations of your sobs.
but— the shallow, guttural noises stumbling over his lips kept you drawn to him, spasming strong
on his erection as another low groan eases right into your ears. pantalone tumbles into you with
another rough push forward, his velvety tip nudging over your spongy walls way too perfect— way
too, calculated.
"hmm, so that‘s where you want it?" pantalone cocks a brow, licking over your neck and shoulder
until pushing himself off you, eyes glued to where you‘re constricting around him— drizzling wet
and filled up, the sheer amount of your arousal that had been smeared and dried on the insides of
your thighs and around your folds only indicated the evident— that the insatiable harbinger had
been having so much fun with you, for an incalculable amount of time.
"a-ah, yeah," you fervently nod into the dampened pillow, mind foggy with lust, eyes criss crossed
and lashes soused with tears, "right there, h—hah!" and stammer your fists into the mattress as you
felt a sudden heavy weight forcefully push down on the back of your neck, closing his fingers
around with just the right amount of strength to drive you into the bed.
"what a shame, it appears like you’re getting way ahead of yourself again."
pantalone clicks his tongue and you listen to him, ears pricked up, but he feels how you're
nervously guzzling down the large globe of saliva in your mouth— eyes pressed together and your
ass obediently perked up, "— because i didn‘t give you permission to speak." his roughened voice
had made it impossibly more difficult— because it turned you on, so fucking much and you're
shimmying your hips into his groin— impatient — squeezing him, walls hugging him, so he could
please please please fuck you still.

ও sweet boyfriends
— alhaitham + selfcare
"aww, come on baby, you look great!"
"i do not." alhaitham insists and maybe he didn't, and maybe, you were a little evil for practically
forcing him to wear a pink, with gems tapestried, bunny headband to successfully get rid of all the
loose bangs pending around his forehead.
"trust me, you do!"
you squeeze back an amused grin and in return, offer him a witty glance over your shoulder, a
small innocent pout twining on your lips, it made him almost jump out of his shoes— how can
someone be so sharp tongued and adorable at the same time? he wonders.
"come on alhaitham, you promised!" you scoot closer, excited, "that's not my problem." he corrects
you and this time, draws back the almost embarrassing ornament on top of his head and pushes it
into a much better allaying position, taking heavy aim on the flimsy hair piece to get his point
across, "but why must i wear this?"
alhaitham furrows his brows when you brush the conversation off and back paddle, "but you look
so pretty and it serves as a higher purpose." eventually, he sighs in defeat, barely, and your lips
quirk up into sheer entertainment by how clearly unimpressed he appeared— though, don't get him
wrong— he still wouldn't get rid of the hair piece, because in all sincerity, he'd do anything you'd
ask him to do or participate in.
it's the fact that whenever he agrees, whenever he gets out of his comfort zone to try out and
experience new things with you, he can't tear his eyes off the happiness embodied on your face, on
each crevice and nestle— your sweet smiles, your voice a tilt higher, barely perceivable in the faint
heave of your utters, yet alhaitham distinguished your change in mannerism promptly. you're so
cute and genuinely happy— this particular picture of you carved itself into his hearts deepest core,
alhaitham wishes to cradle those memories forever.
you're everything and all— and he had vowed to love you as long as the sun would burn across the
illuminated sky of sumeru, as long as the moon would shine its eminent light into the pitched
darkness over the rainforests.
"now!" you dramatically point out, face lit up and snapping your fingers against his face, "to the
beauty masks!"
oh, well, he's doomed.
you fling forward a small container from behind your back, watching how his eyes crinkle in
confusion, lifting up a brow. "what will this do?" blinking at your hand, alhaitham reaches over to
get a closer look but instead you beckon him to lay down.
"you'll see!" assurance was key, you affirmed, and you seat yourself as close as possible to
alhaitham when he silently opens his arm for you, twisting around your hips to press you into him.
quickly, you spin open the container to show him a neutral colored substance inside of it. "what did
i do to deserve this?" he speaks sarcastically but so painfully monotone that if you weren't actually
familiar with him, you'd never guess he's not being serious right now.
you plant a gentle kiss on his forehead to soothe his worries, "i just want to spoil you, dear acting
grand sage." and he rolls his eyes at the silly nickname, well, it's not a nickname, it's his title if
anything but whenever you said it, whenever you purposefully spill it past his ears like that— laced
in a whisper, a pleasing one at that, you'll notice how a blurred redness crosses both his pale cheeks
and the tip of his ears.
his heart skips a beat, you're so diligently badgering him that he wonders if you ever get tired of it,
at all, "—okay, i'll be ignoring that name calling from now on." he hisses, your ability to just read
him like that, be aware on what to do to get him to this current state of mind was a small amount of
frightening, only miniscule though.
"why?" you innocently pout with your lips cutely pursed up while carefully applying the face mask
on his forehead and t-zone with your fingers, "i like how you look at me whenever i say it."
alhaitham focuses on your words, and his eyes, they never let go of surveying over your frame—
perceptibly, each touch and trace of you, although being used to it, makes him shiver regardless.
you're radiating pure warmth and pleasantries he longs for, every smile, every laugh and touch, and
you somehow become even more beautiful in his mind— alhaitham found it to be a distinguished
miracle of some sort, ground breaking, or maybe it was fate after all that brought you together.
"how do i look at you?"
he originally preferred to bury the direction this conversation was setting sail to, but he can notice
himself soften into you, together with the sickly sweet scent of the mask on his face— brown sugar
mixed with plants from the rainforests, spilling into his nostrils with such gentleness, fragile
emotions fermenting within him like an electric tempest rivaling those of inazumas.
"—a little flustered." you coo, tracing the settling substance above his jaw, "and shy."
alhaitham sighs, "is that so?" and runs his fingers over your back, up and down, up and down, yet
closing his eyes for a transient moment, a soft exhale following suit next.
ugh, you were such a pain, really. he smiles to himself.
but somehow, just somehow, you both were simply meant for each other after all, no ifs and
certainly no buts.
— scaramouche + deep kissing
you love to kiss scaramouche, kiss and kiss and kiss him again — numerous times — until you
have to withdraw to catch up on some much needed air. but then he‘s airily smirking into your lips
with a low chuckle spilling from his tongue, pressing out broken puffs from his chest, and his
cheeks— with such a pretty red tint on his pale skin as you watch him crumble into pieces when
you cradle his face.
the holding affection of his delicate prints arouse significant comfort and it was enough to relieve
yourself from your day to day struggles, forgetting everything around you and twining into him—
lips curved into an ardent smile.
scaramouche clears his throat before easing himself back into you with a subtle peck— offering
you another kiss, one more— and another one, until you‘re both smiling into each other again. a
teem of electro like tingles course into your veins as his hands further web into your tousled
garments, his fingers pulling you benevolently into his body— it’s nothing more but an
affectionate act to kuni, so he could have your skin lingered on top of his, your silent whines
against his lips, so his features would be overcome with need and devotion he never received
before.
for all that, it‘s equal to what you do, to lift the heavy burdens off his shoulders effectively,
tenderly moulding into his tongue again— each upsetting memory departing from his state of
mind, it‘s as if you‘re making direct contact with his soul through your deep rooted kisses, leaving
a cavernous fire to burn from inside his chest. whereas scaramouche too, tastes like sweet sweet
heaven on your lips, he kisses you like it‘s an addiction, worships your body as if it‘s the finest,
most fragile— so compassionate — his fingers, ghosting on your skin, featherlight.
by the same sign, kuni didn‘t resonate with any of those sentiments. he who— prior to being with
you, found false solace in the sinking feeling in his belly that had been automatically shielding
himself from, yes, love. because kuni wasn‘t fully comforted by suddenly being wanted by
someone. he didn’t like it, the sense and how it plagued his heart, the feeling on its own or— that
he couldn‘t control it, again, that's what it was.
that there was no way of turning it off. there‘s rage, anger but love? it was more intense, it wasn't
allaying to his frozen cold, and a part of him wondered how to turn it off, yet the incapability of
treating his new feelings and reactions burned heavier in his boiling anger.
scaramouche, who had done horrible undertakings in his life, no, it was beyond that— he realizes
deeply, how dark and twisted the deeds in his past were. what was the conclusion of such
awareness? distantly, it cemented a closed off silence in him, again, his mind felt detached and
pitch black, reminiscing the days from when he had been discarded.
the man was not worthy of such pure, candid love. yet why, why did you give it to him regardless,
accepted him with open arms and a fresh spirit— and it freed him from the bleeding shackles of the
promise he signed with himself. the ceaseless shadows of his recollections, evaporating and gone.
a source of light was consuming him whole, demolishing his tragic memories, deeper than before,
and a new kiss seared into his skin— but the flames, those warm familiar flames, carved your
name into his broken soul.

ও zhongli + rough
zhongli was delirious to how you’re feeling, labored breathing parting from his lips— his cock was
glazed with your arousal which he would immediately ram back into you, flooding it over your
walls because how could he not?
he‘s so effected by how you‘re clenching down, desperately whining for him to make you cum
before fluttering your hole around his girth again. It’s overwhelming— your needy cries are
followed by a long drawn-out sob, yet little do you realize it‘s only heightening the burning desire
in his blood.
forthwith, he’d let you know how crazy your puffed up pussy was turning him, how it was still, not
enough. not even a little bit.
your ass was prettily perked up as he was sliding his cool palms under your ribcage, swatting you
into him. but now, under his blown out pupils, he watches your raw squirms, the way you’re
messily smearing your pussy into his erection and turning needier— your longing was clearly
insatiable and so was his.
yet don’t be fooled because thankfully, zhongli wasn‘t done with you yet, he only just started.
he‘s pressing down on you with his crushing bodyweight, thrusting and drumming his cock past
your sticky cunt and leaving it in— so you could get a real good taste of how he’s throbbing, even
though he knew you were awaiting more friction, waiting until it was you who was creaming on
him with the excess amount littering down all over your hole and crevices.
but the ache, that painful burn in his cock was climbing all over his body and soul. zhongli was
beginning to have a hard time holding himself back for you.
"stay— stay like this beloved." his tone was fading low and he feels you crumble under him,
breathless and in a trance— because no one in this world was on par with his level of intensity.
zhongli patches you up real good, over and over until you‘re moulding and quivering under his
body, eyes beaming and crisscrossed as you whine out his name all shy and sweet, grasping for air,
"zhongli— zhongli!" and he wonders if you had already lost your mind— then he grits his teeth and
whines when you send another shockwave through his cock by how turned on and wet you were.
how open and …vulnerable.
he might be the next one to spiral from your needy traces when you milk his cock through soft
squeezes, letting go and clenching down again, over and over because his shaft was so warm and
fitting too, filling you up and throbbing within your pulsing walls.

ও ayato + cockwarming
ayato locks his fingers around your tottering hips and suffocates the space between your bodies,
tenderly pushing himself in you and muting his flow— but then an established sweet dwelling
feverishly expands in your stomach when he smirks against your lips, the innocent flutter of your
eyelashes only turning him on further.
in parallel of your own drifting state, you set his loins on fire by your sinless squirming in that
extra special higher note and skillfully use those gratifying exclaims to tell the handsome yashiro
commissioner to please please move— just a bit, so you could toy your hands into his silken hair
and tug his head back while he swiftly bottoms into you.
alongside your desperation for him, ayato on the other hand was still tremendously occupied with
his work load, though it may appear strange it had been progressively taking him over— the
dominant urge to finish his duties, even with your hammering softness gnawing down on his girth
and hijacking his attention away.
but ayato absolutely marveled in this setting— it was his immovable favorite, practically set it
stone that this was what he wanted to harp on each and every day. yet he couldn‘t possibly fuck
you now, he realizes, not when he had so much to take care of.
the exhibited proximity between you had your eyes slowly pivot in an irritated glimmer when he
idly continued his work while his swollen cock was scratching over your walls, your brows
furrowing while keeping his stiff erection in your sweltering pussy— and you knew you were close
and how embarrassing it was, that he didn‘t have to do much to have you spiraling.
with an upheaval in your legs, you split your thighs apart to keep more of him in— but precisely to
have your messy cunt grasp and bundle all unused energy into this one notable moment until you
create a sloppy mess of his cum and your arousal.
to see it tumble down from your used hole, sloping thick globules of whites on the floor of his
office with your needy wails simmering into ayato‘s ears.
"hmm, not good?" you listen to his low grunt and watch him raise a brow at your current state, as if
not faced at all, "please— you know it's not baby." against your own volition, a sob bubbles into
your words, "please baby, you know it's not, please!"
why, out of all days, must he tease you now?
did ayato not see that in comparision to him, you had little to no power? that you were practically
scrutinizing each minute he did not move? or how your softness was stuffed with his cock so damn
well that it felt as if you were being repeatedly pinched by a thousand needles alone, your prickling
skin was burning, helplessly fluttering in search for swift solace.
"—please move!" you start again, as if he'd actually care, your clenching cunt pulsing around his
girth and splattering him entirely, ruining his work pants but ayato wasn't annoyed by it, no no, he
encouraged it— because at bottom, he‘s getting the thrill out of watching you obediently slurp it
all up after he‘s done with you, restlessly using your wet tongue as a cleaning tool and doing
anything he asks you to with that sweet and warm mouth of yours.
nevertheless, the handsome man would do whatever you wanted him to, but not now, clearly.
whatever you were expecting to deftly coax out from your pretty lover didn‘t seem to work, at all—
because, really, all ayato did was satisfactory laugh into your lips, "please more." and mockingly
whisper your already spoken words into your ear with a crooked smile while his cock was
lingering deep in your little cunt, throbbing after each of your sugarcoated wails.

ও cars and choking
- alhaitham + car sex
alhaitham downright detests how long it takes for you to drive home.
and the rippling lust for your beauty was settling into his mind and body excessively— specifically
his groin that was dwelling with miniature tingles and stings that he knew would slowly but surely
turn into something uncontrollable, something— disruptive, if not taken care of.
whatever it may be, it‘s not like alhaitham cannot wait, but this smoldering setting was poles apart
from average days where his prickling lust and desires would gravitate in his bones and spread
around his entire body and mind.
but he notes that tonight was— outlandishly different.
for some reason simply swallowing down his desires and needs as per usual just wouldn't do it for
him.
"you‘re so sweet when you‘re turned on." you pause, alluring a deep gulp of air through your
embellished lips, corners plucked in a cheeky grin while he was still in fact, yes, driving.
but alhaitham wondered if he‘d be able to actually find an immediate parking spot where he could
park this damn car before something was to happen between you.
"—oh?" he cocks a brow, a drawn out grunt exits his stiffened chest when you idly place your hand
on top of his clothed thigh, it makes him relax for the first time during this ride because before that
all he could imagine was splitting you in half while pistoling his cock into you in the back seat,
more times— yet now, oh now everything was beginning to be set in the right place.
"seems like you have me figured out— for once." and you squeeze his thigh, carefreely blowing
down a breathless laugh, polishing your tempting play with a simple kiss on his cheek— this sweet
action had him dizzy, out of his mind with his pupils blown out entirely now, but before he can
even catch his own breath, you‘re back to making it as difficult as possible.
you grin pettish, finally seeing what your eyes had wanted; because the second your lips touched
alhaitham it shook him through his very core and returned to him in a juddering convulsion,
holding on his thoughts through a vice like grip, not only that but the buzz got sent straight down to
his groin, so much that he caught himself pitch his hips up at nothing but the air.
the following blurred out scenes complete themselves like difficult puzzles finally drawing the true
picture— in an uncontrollable phantasm of unlatching the irksome car belt, listlessly sliding to the
back seat so you could easily hover over your boyfriends erection.
he‘s huge— itching so badly that alhaitham cannot think straight, and oh well, it wasn‘t possible
for you to get or move into another position aside from this particular one— not that you were
complaining, that is, something about having your boyfriend at your sight while he chants
uncontrollable sobs into your mouth blurred your vision white— because in this squished together
setting you were able to observe how his plump lips would silently form into an 'o' like shape
while he deliriously groans at each new drag of his cock into your prettiest, softest cunt.
your hands interlock into his lustrous hair to yank him against your lips— you cannot not kiss him,
quite frankly, you were starving to have him on your lips and suckle on his tongue while
concurrently clashing yourself on him. "how, fuck— fucking much i wanted this." alhaitham
circles his fingers around the wet skin on your hips, his tone taunting and seemingly hidden by a
deluge of labored breathing.
you adjust and torment yourself on his hips with lowered twitches downward, shamelessly
smearing your wetness on his naked lower region. "p.. please—" you wail, then beg.
you're so full but longed for more and it's almost as if you were tortured by how you had already
lost your mind from being impaled by his cock, your toes twisting at the bucking warps inside you,
"please more!" and again, mimicking a broken record.
your tongue sloppily dances around his own, coursing through the penetrative scent of mint on his
lips. you wanted him so bad, though, you had him but you needed more, if he so desired it
alhaitham could honestly destroy your insides for all you care.
you knew alhaitham would leave bruises by how alarmingly coated your hips were by his large
hands and their stern grip, that you‘d be able to distinguish each creek and curve of his large cock
in your rammed pussy, even after he had finished and filled you up, sending your breath into
another obscene ensemble of loud hitches.
"aah— curses!" alhaitham squeezes his eyes shut and begins to move you back and forth his cock,
desperate and so fervently in tune with you, chasing more biting relief on his swelling erecting
while bottoming into you from below, pressing down and down, so your walls were sticking and
suckling on his girth, working in tandem with his own strength drifting through you.
"fuck baby!" you had never done this before, fucking in a car out on a random parking lot, and felt
a bit dirty.
again— all shamelessly and hot fucking into a closed off parking alley while being too loud for
your own good wasn‘t exactly a daily occurance— but you hoped it would become one after this.
"love love you so much!" you kiss alhaitham— strongly and all over his face, plant pecks on his
pretty worn out expression and arch your back into his chest.
he likes the view too, but loves you more, the repeated squish of your breasts into him, nosing over
his jawline before hiding in his damp neck— leaving it to your sweet and pretty boyfriend
alhaitham to bring you towards the edge, urging him to make you feel this sweet sugary pleasure,
only he was able to achieve.
- dainsleif + choking
dainsleif loves how you feel under his roughened palm— how he can recognize your hard gulps
and swallows while he‘s pressing his digits into your neck just a little bit more, not too much but
also not too faint, so he could notice and experience each flex and hiccup you’d do— in a certain
manner, you could state that it‘s the perfect amount of pressure as he saw it.
"fuck— i love you." he pants and fully jerks himself into you, hips spent but determined to push
you towards a curling climax— until you feel all bubbly and warm while blissfully crowded with
his erect cock. it's almost shameful, how the pearly drops of pebbles threatened to slip from under
your sticky lashes at the stimulating stir on your lower region, "you’re so- so pretty." he whimpers
above your lips, exhaling the swelling air from his lungs when he feels you more.
"so pretty like this."
dainsleif angles his head towards your direction, winding over your jaw and lips to muffle your like
saccharine tasting sobs as the nauseating air surrounding you was beginning to pitch heavier and
thicker— cloying, the lack of breathing control teleported you towards bottomless bliss and spirals
as your nostrils nose over the penetrating smell of filth and sex, mind overcasted with clouded
pleasure.
his hips were relentlessly brushing past the tight ring of your hole and limitless of stamina—
slapping erratically into your softness over and over while leaving it to your pretty perfect cunt to
gnaw and clench down on his girth to keep him in, languidly stroking him with your spongy
insides.
"i love— love you too." you somehow manage to choke out, by how drunk on his cock you
appeared to be it was a clear miracle that you were able to squeeze something out at all. your eyes
were turning glassy at the stern grip on your neck as his fingers still served as your most dearest
necklace— you flutter your lashes open to peevishly admire your lover; how his biceps were
wholly tensed and his wet lips widened, his brows eagerly scrunched together as his hips worked in
keeping with your own small needy ruts up into his length.
while this alone was almost too much for dainsleif to properly function anymore— he's so terribly
addicted and in love with you, it's comical, almost. how you cannot stop drifting your eyes off him,
petulantly blinking and pouting at him from under your splashed lashes, all pseudo shy and
stimulated, pleased by him and him alone.
even for a man with his level of self restraint, he needed to cum now, all over you— and mark you
from the inside out, until you‘re gushing and guzzling up all he gives you, until his heavy cum
webs further into your skin and fills your womb with nothing but his whites.
your cunt helplessly pulses around his girth and he nudges his cock closer to you, most prominently
deeper until ghosting on to the deepest pleasuring spots in your puffy pussy, settling all the sloppy
mess of his seed and your liquids inside of you while the overflow coated him up entirely, leaving
nothing untouched.

ও scaramouche + jealous reader
kuni was as pretty as a drawing— or a picture made by the most finest camera of fontaine.
beautiful, bewitching, pretty— there were many ways to accurately describe your boyfriend‘s
alluring demeanor.
but in your own very eyes, they still did not do him any justice.
consequently, you, in all respects, did not mind the eye twitching chit chatters behind your back
you oh so happen to catch onto every once in a while— how, another clique of people you only
knew distantly, would slowly walk past your boyfriend and afterwards gush about his darling face
and his beauteous traits.
his lustrous eyes and the color— which was hypnotizing in its own rights, reminding them of how
he‘s idly behaving and how damn strong he was said to be according to the other rapidly growing
news chumming about the mysterious man wandering around sumeru city.
but, snap out of it, not to lose sight of the fact that in actuality he was all yours— yours, yours and
yours. but for some annoying, irksome ground you wanted to show him, as if he wasn't already
aware of it— even though scaramouche knew and did not require you to prove nor demonstrate
anything of that sorts to his person.
thus far, you kept it to yourself— that brewing, gut-wrenching feeling manifesting in your belly
and littering into your bones, remained concealing by yourself until it all shattered right into your
face.
now, you hover over him, saddened with your mind everywhere but where it should be— clumsily
glissading your hands over his pale chest before raking your head down. you think he notices that
something wasn't right but you hope he doesn't after all.
at your own pacing, you ghost over his jawline before placing your lips on top of his, for once
sealing the insufferable distance between your bodies and stealing a couple kisses from your lover.
"i hate it." you admit against your own volition, it's almost as if something metaphysical forced you
to say it out loud, though you're moaning into his mouth as he skillfully bottomed his hips deeper
into you, erratically slapping his erection into your worn out hole.
"i hate it when they talk about you!" but then, it hits him and scaramouche opens his eyes at your
baffling words— which had also been confusing him greatly as he carefully reduced the flow on
his hips to pull your face off his, observing your with sorrow drenched expression.
"ah— wait!" even with him trying to decipher what was going on with you, he catches himself
flinching into your lips again when you jerk your cunt into his length, walls twitching
experimentally, like a second pulls enclosing his throbbing cock.
"who— fucking who talks about me?!"
breathing slowed, you pout at him, unintentionally reliving the innumerable days you had
witnessed people attempting to get with him, with scaramouche; your boyfriend, soulmate, your
life.
it was sad— but more embarrassing if you were actually truthful to yourself, that you let someone
so insignificant as a random person‘s words influence you this much that you‘re still thinking about
it even while your boyfriend was in the midst of fucking the broad daylight out of your skull.
"those girls." you sniff, messily shoving away the crystallines sticking onto your doused lashes
with the back of your hand. but before you can catch a breather from your own damned psyche,
scaramouche curls your body close to him, your hips now muted— though his cock would rest and
skim into the cavernous pits in your pussy, but mellowing down your rise and falls.
"they always talk about you." you hiccup again, kissing his lips once, twice— one more, trying to
hide the fact that you were tremendously jealous right now, of everything and all, it's not even 'just'
those people, you began to doubt yourself and if anything that's what worsened the whole setting.
scaramouche‘s face was ridden with confusion still but he did not say anything right away— right
now, he thinks the most important was you, as always— to aid you, to kiss and drink your tears
away and keep you warm plugged into his chest.
genuinely, he had no clue who or what you were talking about, but if he learned one thing from
being in a relationship with you; it’s that whatever is happening in neither of your lives, you're
battling it together, as one entity.
yet still, did you already forget that he‘s absolutely in love with you? or lets rephrase that, shall
we? scaramouche was obsessed with you, downright and shamelessly crazy about you. that you‘re
the only person that crosses his mind hour on hour, night on night?
he opens his eyes, he sees you, he closes them, he sees you.
"i don‘t care." he spoke upfront to be certain to get his point across.
yet scaramouche needed to show his disinterest in more ways than a simple sentence— in an
immediate chain of reactions, he was flaunting you on your back so he‘d be the one to tower over
your pretty frame.
you're his, you're his and his, he thinks about it, knows it and wants to imprint it into your insides
and out.
"i don‘t care about anyone." he drawls back, using his skilled tongue to plant a wet line on your
collarbones before shutting down your worries by a swift hurdle of his hips in you, bringing one of
your legs over his shoulder as you tremble under him by how good of a position he had you in,
how almost feral, he uncontrollably claimed your sopping cunt with the relentless tempo on his
hips.
"i only care about you." he smacks his cock forward again and again, "you, you, you." and he
muses in tune with each thrust— fuck, again and he wants to make you cum so badly his cock was
beginning to ache, then twitch in you, from both excitement and the pinpointed drags of his heavy
cock rubbing over your inflamed insides.
"so stop thinking about it, hm?"
with the impact now being significantly larger, your breasts bounced in keeping with his
newfound, reckless energy— and you cry out his name with a sweet, satisfied smile on your lips.

ও fake phone call prank
Chapter Summary
fake phone call prank with gossip boyfriend kuni & gossip boyfriend kaveh
gn reader !!!
— scaramouche
"no, i do not believe this!"
dramatically pondering into the phone, you had made it your own personal duty to prank your
boyfriend once again, unbeknownst to him of course.
but as might be expected, kuni wasn't stupid, so this had to be perfect, mind-blowing and you
lowered your breathing to get in step with your devilish play.
scaramouche was currently in the living room, comfortably laying on the large couch while resting
his eyes for a brief moment— today was one day like any other, needless to say it was demanding,
becoming fatigued was only one of the many negatives of his job.
but then, before drifting off into a tranquil nap, your voice shook him awake, his eyes split open at
your perceptible tone, scaramouche knew something big must've happened for you to be this all
over the place and noisy.
and he knows better not to question it— that he was awfully bad at containing his excitement for
any gossip, really, as long as there was something to gush and giggle about, complain or chitter
chatter to his hearts content, kuni would always be right around the corner, cocking his ears to
catch onto your words.
"but why would he do this?" you yell again, this time a step louder, "wait what?! he did what with
his money?"
"who?!" bingo— you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to prevent yourself from laughing, it was
way too easy to pique scaramouche's interest.
"tell me who? hey!" he peaked from behind the couch— his voice a little breathy, lower too so he
wouldn't interrupt your phone call which, unsuspected to him, was fake.
"i can't believe he would do this, wow." it's over, kuni assembles the remaining power in his body
to push himself off the warm confines of the couch before stomping towards you.
"what happened?" he asks again and tilts his head in a confused manner, but you do not respond,
"end the call, i want to know."
and this time you couldn't hold back the bristling power of an incoming laughter as you hiccuped
and howled at his pleading face.
"it's a prank!" you giggle, lips split into a contagious smile, "i‘m sorry!" but he wasn't having it,
instead scaramouche purses his lips at you, closing his arms around his chest— which fun fact, he'd
always do whenever he wanted to appear more stern or poised.
"tsk." he clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, "you better make it up to me now."
— kaveh
"tell me!!"
kaveh restlessly whispers from right behind your body, once again— begging you to spill the
beans, if it helps he'd even go on his knees for you.
but you further slant onto the kitchen counter, unbothered by all of this while motioning a short
'psst' sound with your lips so he'd keep himself quiet and wouldn't interrupt your oh so important
phone call with your friend.
that admittedly, they weren't on a call with you right now— because in truth and nothing but the
blatant truth, you began to play a little prank on him— quite evil, but what's new?
it was befitting too, to catch a glimpse of your boyfriends sweet tendencies to be hungry and eager
for each and any gossip you could provide to him.
kaveh was unnerved— excited for something to gossip about because your stories tend to be so
much better than his own which would mostly include his roommate alhaitham being a menace to
society.
"wait!" you inaudibly gasp and dramatically place your hand on your chest, right above your heart
for that extra special nuance that whatever was said right now, must've been huge, "so she went
home with her?!"
"with whom??" kaveh whimpers, nudging his finger into your shoulder, once twice— beating
frantically against your skin like he was trying to win a contest on; 'how to annoy your significant
other the best'.
"who baby, say a name, please!"
"psst, kaveh!" you scold him and he squints, though you're a natural at concealing your amusement,
"but i want to know." and he stomps his feet on the ground while sloping his body forward so he
could hug you from behind and crush you with his weight— maybe even listen to the voice
coming from your phone himself.
"i don't hear anything!" he pushes himself into you more, ear tightly planted against your hand that
was holding your phone, "wait are you messing with me?"
he cocks a brow, pulling himself off you so he could look at your face and discern this mystery
himself. he knows it in the way you suddenly hid your mouth with the back of your hand, sneakily
placing the phone on the kitchen counter while giggling to yourself.
"sorry."
it doesn't help that you're so sweet— or that kaveh was madly in love with you, one of the two,
otherwise he would've been actually mad at you now.
"seriously, i was so excited baby!"

ও boss! baizhu + riding
the current, vulgar— although tasteful setting you happen to find yourself in was, on all counts,
unplanned and in every way coincidental.
first and foremost— to clear up the suffocating air abutting through your glued down thoughts, you
did not expect to end up fucking yourself on your bosses cock when you were originally supposed
to work, yes, and manage the pharmacy. primarily doing the extensive chores you were being paid
for by the man who was currently holding onto your restless hips for his dear life.
baizhu found himself in heaven— and he was criss crossed, panting, puffing and blowing warm
exhales from his pinching lungs while you incessantly rolled your stuffed pussy on his cock, fully
slotted on him and leaning real close so he could sense your signature fragrance and keep it
imbedded in his nostrils, so your boss baizhu wouldn't forget about this day for years to come.
individually from each new shove forward, loose stings manifested right from it, fueling the uptight
knots in your stomach that were like a bubble being continuously nudged and forced to pop.
while the tremors— like pins and needles, intensify whenever baizhu feeds your insatiable desires
with his coarse hiccups and cries. he can barely catch his breath when you decide to clench down
again, tighten around him while letting go right after— you know he loves it when a little smile
crosses his pretty lips.
"leave it to me." you coo and settle your pulsing walls on his girth, gnawing down again, releasing
the tension once more as he began to feel up to ten times heavier in you and you work together like
the most melodic, in tune symphony from an orchestra, with the end being a freeing release.
"f—fuck." he pours the remnants of his power to his moaned out words, "this, keep going like this."
although frail and husky, you fuse into him at each of his weak whines, your toes twisting at the
featherlight touches and little thrusts into your warm, wet cunt. he wanted to vocalize his pleasure
because baizhu wasn't one to fully take the lead, ever.
"whatever you say." you drawl back, repeatedly slipping him in and out of your used hole, "—
boss." and he closes his eyes in euphoria at the name— it triggers something in him, something the
clever man himself wasn't able to discern, but his body reacted to it almost immediately as he
sloshed all his thick whites and smeared his seed over your thumping walls— your name weakly
falling from his plump lips.
his eyes remained closed, chest heaving up and down in large pumps as you pettishly circle your
hips on him with his warm whites strewing and gushing out of your worn out pussy.
how much more powerful baizhu felt outside of this, when he was in charge of your doings, your
boss, the man who paid you and was responsible for your livelyhood, yet there he was, naked, bare
and exposed, his cock twitching and forcing a tear out of his eyes when you tank yourself into his
member again, arching your back as your new thrusts caused him to see white.

ও cute things they do unintentionally
Chapter Summary
including tighnari, scaramouche, alhaitham, kaveh x gn! reader
꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, crack??, very sweet and loving, they adore you
— tighnari + his ears twitch and he blushes easily around you
the usual self assured and poised tighnari had a lovely habit of being all over the place in front of
you— after all, he‘s unquestionably in love with you, wholly, and he adores you.
on the treacly occasion of that— when you decide to casually meet up for a tranquil walk with your
sweet forest ranger or a serene spending at home enclosed by his arms, you can clearly see a
diverse change in mannerism, yet one detail in particular outshines the others abundantly.
it‘s when he reacts at one of your jokes, but not just that, it can be a random notion or story you
would happily talk about, what you happened to do these past hours you had been apart— perhaps
a pretty rose catching your attention, its sprouting scent squaring over your nostrils, each petal so
beautiful and soft— but his cheeks then idly bristle with a fire-like convulsion when you drift off
into your day dream while hugging yourself into his chest, and tighnari shelters a pink color on his
face.
regardless of how, his ears then, you called it! twitch.
once, twice, it's frantic, far and wide— but he knows what that feeling is too, he knows better than
to desperately fight against it so instead he swiftly averts his gaze from you to recollect himself,
somehow.
for tighnari, it was clear as day that this task was challenging, at bottom you were simply
irresistible to him— you meet him and his breathing shortens, but he is content with you, yet
wholly engulfed that it left him bereaved of required oxygen.
of course, well, this was indeed happening to him right now, but he asks himself, then grunts in
frustration, not again, why must it always happen on the most burdensome times for him to lose
himself, especially when he was just growing tired and had attempted to fall asleep surrounded by
your consummating scent and weightless traces?
"is something the matter?"
it wasn't unusual for you to point out a dissimilarity of his habitual behavior, and your eyes were
webbed with transparent worry that tighnari felt immensely guilty over, because it was him who
inflicted it upon you.
to flip the coin into a distinct course of action, he says your name— a little breathy, silk-like— but
it translates into the language of your heart and exudes into your body.
"i‘m alright, *cough* just caught something in my eye."

— scaramouche + gets all happy and excited when he tells you stories
scaramouche's velvety, smooth voice plays in your head on repeat, when he talks to you it's a sign
of love, a sign of i want you to know this, or to elaborate further, it's evident to;
'i need you to know this because you're important to me and only you matter.'
you're fixated on his ecstatic sewn pupils and you openly admit to yourself that you cannot get
enough of all the witty stories he would tell you on a daily basis— it did not matter to you how
minuscule or of little importance they may be, what truly mattered was that scaramouche had
begun to be more open and forthcoming towards you.
what your charming boyfriend was not aware of nor fathomed, was how contrasting his behavior
would turn whenever he's thoroughly meshed in his story telling mode.
true feverishness and a drastic hurdle of thrill settles in his mannerism as he excitedly continues his
own personal anecdotes of the passing day.
but those eyes, those spirited indigo eyes were vitally euphonious to the concealed dimples on his
face that split larger after each new word spelled out, around the corners of his mouth to be exact,
therefore accentuating his doughy, handsome physical responses.
extending far down, scaramouche was acquainted with undoubtable sureness that it was you who
helped him grow, who showed him an escape route from the blooded thorns of his past.
"hey!" wow, what a way to snap you back to reality.
scaramouche sounded like he was in dire need of some attention from you and his hands were
awkwardly tugged to each side of his body— though, let me get you in on a secret, the secret of all
secrets, he actually longed to have them drawn on your frame, in effect, glissading them over your
soft skin to pull you into a hug afterwards.
"are you even listening to me?!"
"of course i am!" you're lying, you're not.
in actuality you leaned into the delicious easement of your thoughts again— precisely about
comforting memories from your boyfriend, even though he was right in front of you, in all of his
splendor beauty, feeling understood even in your silence.
"okay, so what did i just say?"
"uhm."
damn you scaramouche and your refined ability to look right through someones skin and capture a
glimpse of everything he needed to know.
"okay okay." you lean back into your chair— defeated, hands dramatically throw up in the air
while fighting back the urge to say something that would drive your boyfriend off the edge.
but, at long last, you go in anyways, "you're just very cute." and it's the same again, his eyes widen
in eternal radiance— rivaling celestial bodies in outer space while kuni seals his lips together in
frustration because you managed to catch him off guard again.
the man huffs before erratically coughing out, attempting to distract you from his flustered face,
but we all know he won't manage to accomplish that.
— alhaitham + scrunches his brows together when he complains about something
alhaitham abominates working. the end.
precisely supplemental hours of his existing work tasks that mostly focus on him aiding helpless
akademiya scholars in their failing research.
while— being in a relationship with the acting grand sage of the sumeru akademiya naturally came
with a lot of things, both good and bad feats— as might be expected the goods always outshine the
negatives, you despite that understood your boyfriends increasing urge to get rid of his current title
as fast as possible.
alhaitham was a busy man now, even busier than beforehand— and he regarded it with disgust,
throughout-going abhorred it, that he couldn't come home at his routined time to spend some
additional hours with you, his sweet significant other.
what alhaitham does know was that whenever he did arrive from a fatigued day— you will always,
heavy emphasizing on the always, earnestly wait for him with a giant hot cup of tea being planted
on the kitchen counter, on stand by and ready to be tasted by the man you loved like nothing else
on this world.
"you're home later than usual."
a gasp of surprise evaporated from within as you began to point out the obvious, excitedly strolling
towards alhaitham to gift him a proper welcome home, accentuating the passion filled gesture with
a little peck on his warm cheek.
"it's unbelievable, isn't it?" someone must've woken up a tilt grumpy today, you figured, but let him
carry on with his words.
"—and one might think that if there is nothing to do, i can simply take my leave." he continues,
kicking his boots off his feet, one by one, while breathlessly sinking into the giant couch.
before the tea would turn cold, you decided to gracefully hand him the home made beverage, but
not darting yourself off him, listening eagerly to what he had to say.
"but no, they need me for every. minuscule. task."
and alhaitham's eyes twitch, again— though his brows, they were pressed together so damn tight, if
you didn't know any better you would've expected him to pop a blood vessel by now.
"do i look like i am interested in social interactions?" he asks you now, yes, dead serious while
pulling you in with his hypnotizing eyes— although lifted with some serious eye bags, they
continued to hold a graven significance that had you drawn to him the most.
but this situation was wearing thin, at least alhaitham was alarmingly more tested than usual, but at
last you couldn't help yourself and work against your honest reactions, laughing at how awfully
adorable he could be at times, without smiling— but it's so sudden, his face was showing so much
emotions and it only encourages the sharp sting inside of you to giggle once again.
but do not get those particular things messed up nor into wrong directions— because seeing
alhaitham have a hard time at work wasn't the humorous part at hand, it was the way he had told
them to you— nose held up high while he repeatedly huffs away the bothering hair strands falling
into his face, which only adds fuel to the burning frustration in himself, or his eyes a touch nudged
together and rolling into the back of his head at each of his own sentences spoken.
an outer perspective would ultimately determine that he's in reality talking and agreeing with
himself.
"have i unintentionally said something humorous?"
"no." you immediately snort back at him and swiftly rub over your saturated eyes, because yes, you
indeed laughed yourself to tears.
"or maybe you did." and you idly lean next to him while keeping one hand on his thigh, "but
you're home now, please rest."
perhaps this was what alhaitham had wanted to hear all this time— as the second you said it he
exhales deeply, through his parted lips but greatly, he doesn't think he has any more energy left in
his body if he was being honest.
but that's it now, it was the ideal time to rest, nothing matters, not the past nor the future. he was in
the precious, safe confines of his home with the person he loves the utmost (and his roommate
napping next doors).
"you're right, apologies." you immediately know alhaitham's embarrassed when he's muttering his
words, but he feels his heart audibly beat in his chest and so do you.
"nothing to apologize for, my love."
— kaveh + searches for your touch whenever you spend time together
kaveh's heart blossoms throughout the entire day with an immediate segment of impassioned love
the trifling moment he catches onto your silver like voice musing into his ears— thank the archons
you‘re here, because he might‘ve lost his mind if he was about to stay without your company for
much longer.
in point of fact, it's beyond easy to forget the pressuring hardships he has experienced in the past
when he looks into nothing but your fascinating eyes— it's spellbound, featherlight.
on the other hand, in his own imagination, kaveh was sure that in reality he had nothing to offer
back to you— even with you kindly assuring him that he’s nothing but the best and perfect in your
eyes, over and over until it’s carved into his damned skull, he continues to harvest that deep rooted
insecurity in him. although regardless of his broadening insecurities, he continues to treat you like
you deserve nothing but the world.
it can be spoken with enormous confidence that he can‘t get enough of you. kaveh didn't think of
wanting to show you off— or maybe he did but not in an over the top way, he was just so much in
love with you and had made it his own personal achievement to make the entirety of sumeru know
that you're taken, yes it's true, everyone keep their hands off you because you are taken, and he was
the one who captured your heart.
now with that out of the way, whenever you would decide to go out on a walk or grab a beverage to
go, kaveh would unintentionally plant his palm on your lower back, keeping it there.
or when you're enjoying a warm day outside, finding great comfort in the beautiful panorama of
sumeru city with the gratifying scent of padisarah establishing in your nostrils, he'd cautiously
flicker his fingers against your own while interlocking them in the process, so he could hold your
hand and be with you, even closer than before, and experience those little things that had him weak
on the knees and indisputably giddy.
he needs his hands on you— around your shoulders, scattered on your back, coupling fingers into
each other or a fine-drawn peck on your cheek before entering the cafe together.
while he does most of those things unintentionally, you will push him over the edge the moment
you initiate those things yourself, when it is you who does it to him— it's when his lips slightly
part and his eyes are blown out with both surprise and deep rooted love, when you cheekily smile
back at kaveh while taking his hand to walk and rush him towards another precious spot you had
been made aware of in sumeru city.
"you'll love this place baby, trust me!"
you assure kindly, cheeks prickling a warm cradle with your belly welcoming the sweet butterflies
courteously— pulling kaveh to the desired destination and by the matching reactions of your
connected bodies, he does the same to you.

ও they're obsessed with you
diluc loves you, very much so.
but diluc too, wants to taste you on his lips and body, because he was aware that he could certainly
die a happy man after that, after your slick liquids slide down his eager tongue. after all it was you,
and your precious cunt was probably so sweet, no scrap that, he was sure of it, one hundred
percent.
you're ridiculously addicting too him— like the most purest sugar on this planet, hand picked
throughout all of teyvat. it's when it's finally slithering down against his tongue and towering over
his tastebuds, like fine, magnificent honeydew.
he could bet on it now, truly.
in spite of such, his vulgar dream was not on its finish line yet, because diluc wants you to tightly
squeeze your legs around his head when he does it, until his ears are ringing when he gets you to
scream his name in a high pitched timbre.
it was wildly spread on how impossibly serious he took the solemnity of savoring each taste.
honestly— and that was a little embarrassing if he thought about it more throughout, but diluc
wouldn't even touch himself before not making you cum on his mouth at least once, or twice.
if you're nice and behave, maybe spelling out his name with a needy cry and a couple of your airy
mindless babbles of how warm and sealed he was on you.
he'll map it all out for you, completely, diluc would leave nothing unturned either— first glissading
over your folds, rubbing the tip past the inside of your puffed out cunt before slipping in further,
sneakily so you're caught off guard and gasp for air.
maybe a little more, he thinks, well, or not just a little. diluc wants to properly grope your cute
tummy, your beautiful, bouncy tits with his slender hands that were hot above, ghosting on your
shivering skin.
but in the end, even he will be lost in it too, in you and nothing but your presence because how
could he not? after all it's you, again, you you and you, his precious love, his darling angel.
kaveh listens to your soft broken voice and admires each tone you utter towards him with a smile
blown across his entire face.
and just as much as he longed to give you the world, in this, it escapes him again, the twist and
crush in his stomach when he reminds himself that he‘s save with you, in your arms, that whatever
happens, he‘d still be overflown with an intimate warmth coming from you, his soulmate.
"ah— ka-kaveh." your moans were comparatively breathy and tilted, as if pitched up to appear shy
and vulnerable. the fault lies upon how well and content he treated your body, because he was one
to always take his time with you— in his own state of mind, you had to be divine, sublime and
deserved to be treated as such.
"h-hows that?" he confidently mewls his words, gingerly grinding his hips into your soft insides,
again a little deeper but not overdoing it, awaiting your reactions but also groaning as he caught the
slight twitch on your bottom lip whenever he rubbed over the selected spots.
the feeling of love after all this time was still consuming him as intense as day one— and his digits
travel over your sensitive chest to slide his palm over your breasts, handling your soft mounds with
care while settling his cock inside of you. kaveh‘s pale skin delicately glows red and his breath
quickens when he ghosts over your erected nipples, filling him with pride that your body reactions
were this intense and graceful.
"closer, ‘i want you closer." it doesn‘t need a genius to figure out that your boyfriend kaveh was
skilled in this, beyond attentive with his attention fully fixed on the current motion. what a perfect
and content lover he was too, because even before pleasuring your most beloved inches, kissing
your lips in tune with his slow— but deep hurdles, he‘d study what would turn you into a crying
mess, vulnerable— or have your legs helplessly shake around his hips.
"of course." he whispers and coats your glossy lips with his erratic breathing, "whatever my darling
wants, they get." ever so slightly, he builds up your approaching climax, the prickling burn ringing
and screaming across your lower area when he began to rock you back and forth his erection, back
and forth back and forth, faster and more passionate with the desire to make you climax first—
though clinging on you so he could look into your dilated, glistering pupils the moment you cum
on his cock.

ও scara + edging
"hmm do you think.."
a temperate fling of air softly cradles scaramouche‘s soused cheeks as you carried on with your
intentional slowed out sentence— which you knew would only make the man under you grow
more frustrated and most importantly, desperate.
"..you can keep going for me?"
and he heaves and sniffles at the sharpened punctuation of your last two syllables, because
scaramouche wanted to keep going, really and he hoped you saw it too, his dedication! he was
looking forward to make you happy and all delighted at how good he was behaving for you, for his
sweet angel that had turned his entire being upside down with nothing but your mesmerizing touch.
"of- of course i can!" he barks back, "what kind of question is that?!"
you share a look before he sneakily jolts his hips up into your stilled hand. scaramouche thought
your grip on his shaft must've been the hardest one you've ever had on him, or maybe it was
because of how many times you had already jerked him off and then abruptly stopped the second
he would've approached his climax.
and for you? well, you‘ve been devilishly enjoying this, salivating at the sight of your lover being
so needy and overstimulated because of you.
kuni wants to cum, "please,, please." and his begs were burning sharp daggers into your soul and
pride. he wonders if you'd let him release on your hand and have him ruin you with his creamy
cum until it's all slithering down your knuckles in thick spurts— yet only if you let him of course.
with certain, having someone like scaramouche, a previous harbinger, hopelessly try to fuck the
tiny hole of your hand while you‘re pressing him down was beyond lewd and filthy in your eyes—
and it turned you on too, no, it was quite beyond that, because seeing him like that made you grind
your thighs together to lift the heavy tension in between your legs and your soaked cunt— by now,
your panties surely are sticking to your folds and gathering all the liquids on the fabric.
archons, you‘re going to fuck him real good afterwards, ride him into the mattress and pepper him
with sweet sweet kisses for how good he was being tonight— minus the slip ups whenever he tried
to make your hand move up and down his swollen cock but he's cute, your darling kuni, your
boyfriend who only let you do this to him because it's you who he fiercely worshipped.
2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

ও ayato + kissing
a golden silence soothes the synapses of your brain to a stand still — in supplemental position to
being concealed underneath the blossoming sakuras on a luminous evening outside of inazuma
city.
furthermore, you find yourself tremendously elated after ayato places the first kiss of the night on
your lips and voicelessly fuses his undying love and devotion into your precious skin.
all coming together and devising into one with your fulfilled boyfriend loving your serene voice,
your gratifying company and pacifying affections on his person.
"are you cold?" ayato speaks to you, mind at peace, there really wasn‘t a thing he didn‘t notice
about you while in those moments he too— would blush slightly with a smile tempted to slip past
the corners of his mouth. yet regardless, forged by the kindness of his heart, a dwindle of concern
was coursing over his shaded eyes as he automatically discarded of his jacket to wordlessly drape it
over your shoulders, "but what about you?"
"worry not." he kisses your forehead, "i‘m never cold around you."
no matter when in time it would happen— the realization that had anchored your soul and created a
clear difference in your view of reality, it was no other than the moment ayato would press his lips
on you— because, in truth, it wasn‘t “just” a kiss or a simple peck, it was born off pure intention.
for that, he will forever be yours, just as you are his, while agreed — the word forever was shaped
separately around each person. would ayato be able to make you happy? yes, you could bet on it,
it's a promise locked in eternity, welcomed with honeyed grace and sweetened gratitude.
you look at the trees, listen to the birds and kiss while humming to yourself lovingly. it feels
intoxicating when he looks at you, when he sees you, it‘s as if space and time arrive at the finest
most dearest position imaginable, it's when kamisato ayato kisses you.

ও saying the safe word
— kaeya
a bone rattling blow crocheted itself into kaeya‘s limbs and muscles faster than in any other
occurrences prior.
yet, surrounded by the split second of your breaking utterance, the grueling moment compressed
inside his brain the very moment he perceived your cries, kaeya never thought he would ever have
to hear it from you— and a freezing coldness washed over him, strong enough to risk him breaking
down in front of you.
beyond everything, he works swift to press himself off you and gather a blanket to cover your
quivering body, but right now, kaeya doesn't say a single word to you, not before he's certain you're
comfortable in your current location.
then, he forces himself to say something, even though his throat was pulling against it, tugging at
the twitching limbs, "a-are you okay?"
sticking to the facts, he would love to smack himself in the face right now for a question this
idiotic, at least he himself thought it was— you on the other hand nodded frantically while leaving
your eyes shut, a mirage of crystallines sticking around your soused lashes but, step by step, fading
away.
you sniffle while messily rubbing your eyes, "can you hug me?" and you're hesitant when you
speak your sudden needs, although you do not have to. kaeya, your sweet kaeya, was quick to react,
quicker then before as he silently plunged himself next to you— lifting his arm before helping you
lean into him.
you do not remember the last time you sensed his heart in that manner, as it beat violently in his
chest, it shattered your mind, for the first time full on recognizing his own fragility.
"i'm okay." you say, "i'm okay kaeya, i promise." but, you're his love, in his eyes, you are worth his
life and all that he had left was you.
nonetheless, you do not see how he was beating himself up internally, all you witnessed was a
trembling "I'm so sorry."
an utterance, while quick to spell out, it held a significant meaning to it, over and over he
whispered it, sometimes accompanied by tears and cries, until you fell asleep surrounded by his
strong arms.
— diluc
a mind numbing silence— one, which had followed the second you proclaimed the hurting safe
word, when it emitted beyond the limits of your own voicing.
diluc‘s hips haltered immediately and his eyes blew open wide, dead and buried. you were his fire,
producing the scorching hot flames that breathe all the more deeply for being closer together.
sincerely, diluc was ashamed of himself, he begins to doubt himself and if he was even worth it, at
all, primarily that he ever let it go that far.
"love.." he whispers, breathing deep through his nose as you felt the weight of his large palms
pulling you off him, "take your time, p-please, take your time, okay?"
diluc moves himself away but sinks down next to you, he sees it too, when you flinch at the slight
spasm of pain and hurting, a clear suffering he was the sole reason of.
tears befell his eyes, sticking to his flesh, but diluc doesn't show them to you— not because he was
embarrassed of it, it's more that he did not want to waver any attention towards him, this was about
you and he needed to be here, to console and kiss away all your pain, if you let him of course.
you see, the man does not touch you, not anymore, at least not before you tell him it's alright.
boundaries and the ability to listen were a huge cornerstone he never would've even dreamed of
crossing, what he does was being content and aiding you to be comfortable within the warm
closeness of fresh silken sheets.
"i think I'm fine now." you breathe a transparency out of your mouth, sloping an inch into his chest
to signalize that, yes, it was okay again, that he was allowed to place his hands on you now— but
your lovers heaves twitch at the mere sensing of your cheek against his chest as diluc feels how a
cold sweat runs down the entirety of his spine.
"i apologize, i'm— I'm so sorry." he takes you gently in his arms, "and i will never let it get this far
again."

ও scaramouche + marking him up
"hey, wait— don’t do that!"
it almost hurts when scaramouche tells you to please please stop marking him up because you
wanted to do so, wished to tempt out every oh so little reaction whenever you browsed your teeth
over his red dimmed skin, tinged with desperation— it's a lot shinier now too, laying down in front
of you.
and those hot fingers digging daggers into your hips— the very ones that sweetly branded your
skin with crescent formed shapes as your body worked up and down in expressing motions on your
boyfriends erection.
"you don‘t like when i do this?" a mutter crosses your lips when his world spins harder the second
you drag your soaked cunt down. right now, kuni feels like his cock was about to explode from the
sensations you were capable to coax out of him, although he's careful to lock his muses behind
sealed lips— even now he attempts to grasp onto any kind of control, hilarious, really.
"no.. i do!" he almost whines, then moans, "but, j-just—"
scaramouche truly couldn't wait any longer nor does he know how to elaborate himself further
because how does one tell another that it‘s actually driving him fucking mad when you claim him
like that, when it‘s you for once pressing hickeys on his body until he‘s wholly coated and sticked
up with red splotches and saliva stains.
perhaps he thought being in denial was the right way to go, but another moan spreading past his
parted lips and you continued your work proudly, swallowing down the haziness of pleasure as you
clawed yourself on him, your pulsing walls slicking up his girth and shoving your hips into him.
scaramouche secretly enjoyed himself and so did you, especially how fine and skilled your pussy
was sucking down on him tonight— his cock swelling while the pre stacked up in you, rubbing
back and forth his stiffened member as the echoes of lewd sounds loaded the air with fine lined
electricity.
"fuck— fuck, do more!" it‘s over now, "do one more!" his voice had bundled up enough courage
to step up an octave, "do more of this, please!"
he begins to rut himself upwards in needy smacks, hands urging along your shaking thighs as he
was slapping himself so far up your warm cunt that you‘re certain you‘re about to release on him as
well— yet the thought, that little inkling that he would fill you up with his creamy cum made you
hold onto it a little longer.
just so you could climax together, because the sensing alone of kuni shooting you full of his cum
certainly had your sweet pussy drool all over him.

ও heizou + needy
"how do you get your lips to taste like that?"
heizou would ponder deeply about it, quite frankly, you couldn‘t possible be real, and he engraved
it within his own questioning.
yet by the end of his fleeting words he dares to steal another kiss from you.
"especially when we‘re doing this."
you giggle, all shy and sweet, though out of breath when he pulls himself into you again, because
even now— in between pleasing each other, he couldn‘t help himself but ask and question you
wholly like one of his dubious suspects at work.
it's silly, but he truly was your weak point, and you could feel his warm breathing fan over your
sloshed lips— further beckoning the specific need to taste you once again. "i-it might be my lip
balm."
half a beat after that, the pleasure you experienced had grown by a ten fold, your eyes remained
closed as you jumped at every additional hurdle of his cock moving in and out, faster faster—
please, you beg, before his tip continued to plant deep smooches on your used walls, rather
focusing on that one specific part he knew had you in a choke hold.
while your precious boyfriend heizou? you can‘t obviously see his face now, not because he had
been purposefully hiding it from you but because he was very much busy sucking on that sweet
tongue of yours— it‘s like he doesn‘t have a choice, again, how do you manage to taste so damn
well?
he almost feels a pain in his cock when he listens to your tiny mewls, but he brings his hand to your
own and plants you against the mattress, intertwining your fingers and adding on hold. you feel
how his tongue now traces along your bottom lip, featherlight but precise, additionally sousing it
with his own saliva and further imbedding his comforting scent into you.
on the flip side, your legs had been severely shaking around his hips now, due to these
circumstances you pushed your hips upwards into his touch so his cock could reach all the rills and
curves in you— but those breaths of your lover, precisely the little whimpers he exhaled, the ones
you could sense within yourself as well, so raggedly and shallow but webbed in blood rushing
excitement.
the waves of your skin repeatedly slapped against him and radiated shivers outwards of your body
to the point that you focused on nothing more than the tingling sparks on your lower region, how
they gradually took a hold of yourself. Heizou surely couldn‘t last like this forever, he knew and
foresaw it too— but he dug harder and pumped into you fast, filling you up so fucking well that
you spread your thighs further apart and felt how his painfully swollen erection dragged over your
wet walls.
it had gotten hotter, even more scorching than the surrounding sweat on your filthy bodies but
heizou relished in it. in the soft, natural squeezes of your cunt before gritting his teeth at the
impact.
now, he whimpers, so sugary sweet, you loved it.

each thrust and he does it again, blood rushing in his ears as he pulls you close to him, leaning
further when you arched your back and cried into his neck.
by now, you're aching and exhausted, yet needy and awaiting to climax with him— although most
importantly, you were ready to be entirely claimed by his warm cum until it was messily oozing
out of your used hole, greatly staining the bed sheets while you‘re out of breath, both smiling while
resting in your afterglow.

ও scara + five more minutes
"five more minutes."
curses upon curses. archons, the bed was particularly comfortable this early morning— warm with
the scent of your recognizable fragrance musing over scaramouche's nostrils.
clearly he must've made up his mind while he was clinging down on your body now.
"please, don't make me beg for this."
it's his well selected words that showed you the pathway to his desires, and you giggle, your smile
scouring you with meticulous attention from your sleepy boyfriend as you reach up to wipe the
loose hair strands off his face.
it's evident that if you were being honest to yourself right now, you would‘ve preferred to stay in
bed all the way, it's out of the question, but alas, your important duties had no other choice but to
creep up on you from behind, there wasn't a route for you to take that would halter you from
attending work.
"but we have to get up." you attempt to argue— almost forgetting who was laying right next to
you. it's scaramouche, a previous harbinger, your kuni, a man who utterly inclined towards
selecting his own preferred path.
and too bad, your words strike him like a solid slap on his cold cheek, "i know this is probably
hard to take, love." you coo again, this time a pitch lower. you did it intently, and kuni blushes at
the hand-picked nickname because how could he possibly resist it?
greater yet when you lean into his touch and scrub his chest with your palm, only distantly, but the
man sighs heavenly, it's almost repulsive on how much he craved to ditch work today— and for
some reason, he doesn‘t seem too concerned that he might leave the god of wisdom to wait for
hours, lesser lord kusanali surely would understand, wouldn‘t she?
after all, double edged decisions require tattered precision and sharp defense.
"it is hard to take." he mutters— while, when all was said and done, he surprisingly agreed to your
rationality— yet in the final analysis of this situation, he ended up rejecting it entirely. "but it's still
five minutes."
in the blink of an eye, you found yourself pulled on your back while being towered over by
scaramouche, he returns with his hands scurrying over your hips to emphasize his need, or his
fancy for control.
"and five minutes couldn't possibly do any damage, or could they?"

ও kaveh + would you still love me if I was a worm?
“would you still love me if i was a worm?”
you frown, "a truly astounding question." and give kaveh a playful squeeze on his cheek before
inclining forward to kiss the subtle red spot and soothe the prickling square.
"answer me!" he‘s persistant, at least he‘s cute while doing it.
in all sincerity, a silly question such as this one coming from kaveh himself didn‘t particularly face
you, at all. frankly, you knew your boyfriend very well and you have to admit, it does apply a
certain charm on him, that sweet, innocent behavior of his.
"of course i would." you crawl into his lap, reasoning yourself to your very core. there‘s a soft,
distant chime, a humming musing presumably slipping past your boyfriends throat, it’s wrapping
you up, ears tilting a little higher with interest. You feel yourself being molded against his chest the
very short instance kaveh closes his arms around your hips, inching towards your ear until merely a
hairsbreadth away.
"you‘re lying!" no warnings, no caution, only kaveh practically yelping against your ear shell, all
dramatic and wild in his usual fashion. it‘s certainly a give or take with him.
but now, was this it? you question yourself before slightly panicking;
"i‘m not!" and count up, "you would be a cute worm i‘d keep you forever!"
alright, saved. proceeding, you swing your arms around his shoulder, blinking slowly, before
applying a little kiss on his cheek again— a sense of deep calm straightening below you.
kaveh turns his head towards you and chuckled, silently shifting you closer into him, he thinks it‘s
adorable you didn‘t realise he was messing with you this entire time, "i guess you make a valid
point." he scrunches his brow in deep questioning, actually, on a second thought, you calling him a
cute worm was pretty nice.
or maybe he was just needy for attention today, hmm, he figures, yes— bingo! that‘s right, that‘s
why he asked the question in the first place. but his expression must have been telling you what
was going on, because once more have you caught his ever so parted lips inch into a smile—so
damn sharply it began to hurt him.
yet, as smug as you could muster becoming, you already set out to give him a taste of his own
bitter medicine;
“would you still love me if i was a worm?”
“what?!”

ও kazuha + making out
smooth lips— as smooth as silk, follow the trace of your jaw as kazuha without required haste,
moves himself to your lips at last.
to the casual eye, he was suavely charming, a man who did not fear any forthcoming adventures
ahead of himself. yet you— his sweet love, knew a whole different side of him that he deliberately
kept concealed— one which was littered with deep, passionate feelings.
your kazuha was gentle and kind, sweet and wonderful while his love for you burned like a raging
fire, though he portrayed this flickering emotion as unruffled and calm as a serene sea.
now, another precise twist and his skilled tongue rangers over your wet muscle, mapping out each
and everything you gifted him— and the man catches himself molding into the shape of your lips
as if attempting to fuse and relish your warm touches in double measure.
kazuha catches a shortened chime and laughs softly when he listens to your whimpers, a humming
and soft kind of laugh that felt suited for this feverish situation, "am i moving too fast for you?" he
wonders, voice low and sultry, bordering on becoming even sweeter.
"tell me." he plants a tempting peck on the tip of your nose, "and your wish is my command."
"no, don’t worry you're not." you smile away the gleaming flustered expression on your face,
kissing his lips again, "you’re not at all—" and cut him off at last as your tongue slithered past his
mouth again. kazuha deeply hums into your kiss as he slides his hands up your sides and something
in your throat must've snapped as you whined out yet again, maybe it was the way he touched you,
the way he added enough softness while alarming you of his need.
profoundly was the reason a more simple one— you're face to face, squeezed into one another and
thirsty, and you breathe a little heavier when you heard your boyfriends first little gasps and hisses.
kazuha was just unfairly sexy, it almost stung and pained you to have someone so beautiful
worship your every square. and then you remember that above everything and all, of course, he
was yours and you were his.
no words couldn't possibly describe this pleased gratefulness ..
.. though a couple kisses certainly could.

ও how he kisses you
— alhaitham + easy but calculated
focus, please focus, alhaitham was divulging inwardly, and he was aware that if you noticed the
slight nervousness perching in his settling limbs and muscles right now, you would most definitely
have an ecstatic blast of embarrassingly badgering him for what would feel like an eternity.
in the general run of things, he took most things in his life vastly easy and tremendously
undemanding, without overthinking them under any circumstances. your boyfriend alhaitham has
long since grasped on that adding unsought energy into individual aspects in his life were mostly
never ensuing in good results.
but he cannot shake off the calculated nature of himself, not even when he rounds his lips on top of
yours. essentially the route he took, holding your face gently in his large palms before pulling you
a tilt closer for about three seconds, pressing his lips on you just a teeny tiny bit more, before
leaving the pressure to decline.
you sigh out heavenly, then slant forward into his body, your lips spaciously molded around his
own as alhaitham sneakily gnaws down on your bottom lip, pulling away before catching a hold of
his own breathing. the subtle ridge of a blush, brilliantly red— describing the passion in his
heart that he experienced when a magnetic force pulled you together.
it's always stronger than anything you’ve both felt before whenever you kiss, whenever you find
yourself comforted by his lips and trace, his thumbs crowning your cheeks and the implications of
it all.
seeing alhaitham like this— how he was enjoying himself with you and how much you reveled in
benevolently watching him.
you answer the fullness of his tongue demanding entrance as you slightly part your lips, shaping
your wet muscle against him while extending your hands to find true haven in his soft hair,
sculpturing your nails into his scalp, distantly, but enough so he'd heave out a deep sigh.
occasionally you're pulling him back by his strands, so you could look at him low lidded, out of
breath with bleary eyes, something which will stuck in your mind forever.
— heizou + fast and exciting
heizou might get lost in your kisses, just a little. because while he was kissing you, he never felt
more alive and his mind rewired when you hug him tight, traversing your physical distance in less
time than it took to blink yourself into a marvelous dream.
for that, he will forever be yours.
your erratic breaths weave together at each new amassed sweep of his tongue, your eyes remaining
latched shut while you litter your arms around his neck to keep him as near as possible, meantime
his rosy fragrance— scenting of sweet sakura blooms on a warm evening in inazuma city, was
planing over your flaring nostrils and made his impressive presence feel all the more intensely.
all the more— meaningful.

directly, you ruffle your fingers into his hair in midst the obvious heaviness of heizou's expressing
and dominating kisses, while his thumbs stroke along the outline of your cheek to shift you into
him.
you can taste it, a little smile bridging over his lips, anew, when you tug on his hair, although
gently, he sought after feeling it again. he gasps at another tug and you take the opportunity to nip
on his bottom lip, only gently, but adding a dot of pressure for good and sweet measure.
with the nuance of this spontaneous act, which was usually quite unplanned and all over the place
— wether it be the shy, awkward giggles or his eagerness to touch and cherish every inch of you,
he was also skilled and indulgently exciting to you and whenever it was you doing something like
this to him instead, heizou could see himself become consigned to oblivion.
it makes his mouth water.
no thoughts, no focus, only passion and the pain of wanting more each minute.
he's devilish, bending you forward into his lap, and his depictions of love were never idle. in
outline, your expression must've been telling him that much, that you wouldn't want it any other
way.
— scaramouche + nervous but passionate
if it were somehow possible to him, scaramouche would certainly scream into a pillow right now,
over and over until his lungs would give up on him. he‘s abstrusely nervous— profoundly frazzled
in his shoulders and lower back as he notices how you‘re inclining into his chest, fractionally, one
at a time until perfectly screened in his arms.
he doesn‘t want to mess it up nor overdo it or screw it up or what about exaggerate it or— hold on,
kuni's panicking again, quite jittery as he pulls away from you for a second, catching you off guard
— it‘s twice as much embarrassing now, when you look at him disoriented.
what a damned nonsense, he huffs out, how hard could kissing possibly be?
"are you okay?" the concern was trammeling in your frame and manifesting in your tonality, "we
can stop if you want."
but how does he tell you that there was nothing in this world he'd genuinely loathe more than
stopping this right now, not when it felt so bloody exhilarating to him.
"no." scaramouche coughs, "no, no." although realizing he answered a little too quick.
you back away a little to give him enough space but he holds you in his gentle arms instead, as if
scared you'd leave entirely, "don't stop." and he closes his eyes now, taking a deep breath before
pulling you back into his lips. audibly this time, you whine into him but let yourself float in his
content motions.
once you're in his warp, you leave it to scaramouche to control and manage how he saw fit, so he
could experiment but also focus on what you preferred.
you slowly lick across his tongue, tilting your head a little, and something in your chest unbuttons
when you place attention towards the feathery whines your boyfriend would huff out ever so
lightly, signalizing that he's unhurriedly finding more confidence now.
another shiver quells inwardly, a slight weakening of the knees and you're on a thread— he's
flawless at it, passionate and so content that you were surprised on how skilled he was at kissing
and soothing your lips, still nervous but wanting, wanting to show you how insatiable you really
were to him.
— xiao + erratic and eager
for xiao, it‘s all about learning and understanding about what you would be more partial to— yet
he forgets about himself and entirely focuses on you, more often than you'd prefer.
which, in hindsight, wasn‘t a bad thing per se, but, you had to repeatedly mime and indicate that
you wanted him to feel good and loved as well. to a large extent was kissing something very
intimate and it's shared by two, not kept to one.
his bare lips are hot on top of yours, scorching and eager, while his movements were erratic and
modestly sloppy at first, but your boyfriend was a fast learner and refrained from bumping his teeth
against your own pearly whites. yet you're patient, very much so, kissing silent words into his
mouth as xiao adds his tongue, muffling, almost pleading, motions telling you things words never
could scratch on.
his hands tremble against your hips, each gnaw of his fingers digging past your flesh brought every
nerve in your body to a complete standstill and your brain locked in electricity— up till now, why
he was holding onto you this strongly was not necessarily due to nervousness or due to him being
anxious, but xiao simply did not know were to put them or what to do with them.
but it's cute, his actions and shyness, you want to kiss and kiss and kiss him forever.
once more have you pulled away to plant a playful mirage of kisses on his parted lips, worshipping
his pretty features— your sweet lover was wholly out of breath while leaning back into the couch,
exposing his bobbing adams apple to you and taking note to go a dab slower next time, or well,
after you kiss him again.
but when you do, when you plunge back into this lips at last, a deep, simmering sort of
proclamation saunters into his chest, taking him by surprise and building in gentle enlargements of
transparent love into his body.
xiao truly longed to burn that feeling into his mind forever and reminisce about it whenever you
aren't together.

ও mean kaeya + subby xiao
— kaeya
kaeya thinks it‘s vastly frustrating whenever you, on purpose, give everyone but him thundering
attention and care, and his pulse skyrockets the moment you playfully place your hand on top of
diluc‘s thigh, acting triumphant and marvelling on ahead.
you should know better than that, he fears, kaeya has a lot more to offer than you think, aside from
being unbelievably handsome, he too knew what to do so you would turn up to be a little nicer to
him afterwards— and maybe, only maybe, work out something that you would ultimately "earn"
his kind forgiveness. little does he know that you actually do not care and do it on purpose too,
until he was frowning with anger.
alas— against a wall, it‘s different when he fucks you like he hates you, when kaeya parts your
used cunt with his large shaft, his sweat-matted hair taunting and making you react with a shaking
bundle of squirms and begs.
the man pitches his hips a bit higher to push himself back into your pussy, greedily smoldering
your warm walls with his erection. it takes a great form of effort to fuck in a position like that,
against the wall with one of your legs branched up around his hips, your inner thighs straining
greatly and burning entirely— but kaeya will make up for it, you know he will, after your cunt had
soothed enough of his jealous self he‘d be all sweet and shy to you, chest heaving with each breath
as he kisses you passionately.
— xiao
xiao‘s hand won‘t ever stop bumping into his cock, not before you tell him to stop of course. it‘s a
real challenge and you take a hot, impatient breath, pin pointing your eyes to his excited hand while
you pan back and forth his face to see that angelic tone in his mannerism, eyes stinging with warm
pearls.
his digits are tightly shut around his slicked up shaft— his face pretty much at a complete loss of
reactions as you urge him to continue for you, so you can study the motions and directions that
made him whimper the most.
he can take it, your sweet xiao, and he‘s so pretty when he coils and twists his long digits around
his cock while day dreaming about you doing the actual work, about how you would instead—
slide your fingers up and down the veins of his length while adding your tongue into the mix,
strings of spit sliding down your relaxed jaw as his eyes roll in the back of his head with his hips
violently stuttering upwards, lips pursed and begging for mercy.
well, alas, it is all but a lewd thought of his, a devouring and flavorful one at that, great hopes are
that you‘d actually give xiao a large taste of his most dearest fantasy.

ও diluc + hate sex
is that enough hatred? diluc begs to differ.
but he can work something out the second he multiplies the roughness of his thrusts, his sweaty
face glancing down on your writhing body.
it damn well should be enough hatred now, which, frankly— you did not mind. the bare skin under
your fingers was hot as you held onto his back for your dear life while getting the literal broad
daylight fucked out of your system.
but diluc, you feel the sharpness in his ministrations, the passion in his cock pumping you full with
its girth, over and over, as he throws his head back when your fingers melt around his neck,
calloused hands pulling the air out of his throat.
his tip presses into your pussy and you squeal and add your warm breathing to the humid room.
by the end, diluc fills your mouth with his tongue, telling you to shut up because he hates you,
that‘s what he had assured you every single day, but the man surely loved fucking you a little more
— until his breath wafts hotly over your doused lips in chorus with his hips grinding his weeping
tip into you.

ও scaramouche + first kiss
by some means or other, it’s silly, but sweetly charming when you reminisce back about it now—
but the first time kuni and you kissed was a little different than one might expect.
humid, hot air, emitting from the nation of wisdom as you pulled a little back from your boyfriend,
just enough to give him adequate room.
the weight on his chest was almost unbearable — it's a clear sign of nervousness that had taken over
him, yet his hands don‘t tremble, they‘re steady and precise while one might think kuni was pulling
all his remaining self control into this one moment with you.
that feeling, that one particular emotion before an approaching kiss, it made his mouth water and
dry up at the same time and kuni wasn‘t sure on how to initiate it. but then there‘s you, seated in
front of him, barely any inches of space between you as you leaned in at last, taking the decision in
your hands while closing your warm lips around his own.
he kind of wishes that he was the one who did it first— kuni fears he might‘ve left a bad
impression on you now. but it feels good, your lips on him, and he inhales heavily into his chest
before cradling his palms on top of your flustered cheeks, drawing you closer— his slender fingers
struggling to keep a steady hold on the situation.
he heaves ever so slightly, then whimpers a little, it‘s a real challenge but you left it to scaramouche
to lead you into it now.
though really, he was trying very hard and you decided to place your hand on top of his chest— to
signalize that it‘s okay, he needn‘t worry nor rush himself because this moment, even when
finished, will be living on in his memories.
what mattered now was this point in time, a new, well anticipated step into your early relationship.
the sweet kiss extended as night befell the city of sumeru, the brilliant moonlight twinkling on your
excited frames, catching a mirage of geometric patterns which closely shimmered over every
square and curve of your skin.
you could feel your very first kiss come to an end and pulled back with a smile, looking longingly.
but scaramouche— you watched him closely, blazed with purpose as he looks at you with an
animated gaze, flickering his misty eyes over your left eye, right eye and back to your glinting lips
before his expression passioned up a step.
but you do not talk to each other, taking another erratic breath together, silence spacing throughout
the fuzzy seconds between thoughts and need as the man leaned into his bristling desire that
reminded him of a hungry emptiness— a thirst, above and beyond, in need to be satiated ..
.. with one kiss at a time.

ও taking care of his wounds
Chapter Summary
including xiao, scaramouche, diluc, childe x gn! reader
꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff & angst, crack, mentions of blood, sweet n cute
— xiao
"you do not have to do this."
"but i want to!"
deep down inside, it was imperatively embarrassing for xiao to have you mend his wounds and
scratches— especially considering the fact that you were seeing him this way for once, a shelter of
vulnerability and weakness, as he always seem to put it.
a good for nothing who cannot even be strong enough to defend himself, let alone the person he
fell in love with.
keep in mind, you were very much aware of your boyfriend and his cruel views on himself,
precisely the hurting words chosen by him, which he would insult himself with on a daily basis.
as punishment? one can only guess or say that much, but there was a translucent underlining that
only a handful of people were able to take a grasp on.
"and you‘re my boyfriend xiao." that happiness in your voice, he couldn't get enough of it. but you
always add the right words into the mix, catching a bolstering blush on xiao‘s handsome face the
sweet moment he picks up your chosen name for him.
'boyfriend' was he worthy of such a name? he shivered, it took all his self control to not run off
from this vulnerable moment.
"i‘m also worried." and you sigh so sweetly against him, melting your skilled fingers into his flesh
and filling all the cold emptiness within his heart. "i don't want you to worry." his voice almost
breaks in midst his sentencing but it's low, his words mumbled, "you could find someone better
than me."
it's a graven fear the man held for what felt like an eternity. to see you leave one day due to his
weaknesses.
because every time he experiences you taking care of him, yes, xiao does turn embarrassed— his
eyes twinkling open wild, but he feels that static, as if he could actually reach the heavens behind
the sky.
he suddenly hisses when you began to wrap a small cloth around a bigger wound on his hand,
sneakily sealing your lips over his roughened up knuckles to kiss each and every one of them.
"there will never be someone better than you, xiao."

— scaramouche
"how childish."
scaramouche's face was mounted in a discomforting tinge while he gazed at the cute, little, not to
mention pink, band aids covering the majority of his face and chest. "shut up."
you shake your head, laughing at your boyfriend's bright, assessing eyes while he hopelessly
attempted to wholly conceal the agonizing pain bound within his facial features, keeping them in
check with a hard look, brows criss crossed and squeezed together, "you're using too many of
those."
"i wouldn't have to if there weren't that many scratches all over you."
but above and beyond, there it was; a crucial, meaningful expression that sneakily slipped past his
own eyes— your current state, when you lock away the smallest amount of warm tears glinting
nervously, finishing it with a soft smile, not wanting to make scaramouche feel even worse.
what confused you, and, frankly, scared you in the first place was the severe rarity of this situation
— it was uncommon for him to get this beat up, this littered up with scratches and bumps, you can
still remember the mere seconds earlier, when he showed up in front of your door step— dirty
clothes ruptured and ripped, his bottom lip popped open and blood sliding down his chin, eyes low
lidded, barely any life behind them.
by all means, scaramouche was doing better now, with the help of you and your quick responses
doing wonders. needless to say did he too, catch a glimpse of your distress when you suddenly had
stopped mending his wounds.
"hey." he pokes your left cheek, once, twice— "hey," and his comforting, warm voice ever so softly
slips past your ears.
"i'll be okay, besides, i will take it as an insult if you think that is enough to end me."
and judging by the hitch of your breath, scaramouche felt a rambling burn deep inside, at nothing
but that distraught look on your person. He opens his eyes wide, steady as glass, before sloping his
head towards you, a faint, transient smile lightening his bruised face when you lean in to kiss his
lips, tenderly, but compelling enough to lift the worry off your shoulders.
— diluc
patience— and the adequate plenitude of pressure were the very two notions you had channeled
tonight, with your trembling hands slowly dapping the blood off diluc‘s injuries.
you truly cannot remember the last time he had shown any signs of recklessness in his usual
behavior when it came to fending of intruders, so whatever must‘ve happened today had to be of
graven importance or a powerful enemy catching him off guard.
"thank you." he suddenly speaks, but averts his eyes, and although his voice was raspy and chill,
diluc managed to quickly snap you out of your stinging thoughts. you move to his face, tilting his
chin up to catch an ideal view on the main bruises around his left cheek, allowing you to tackle
those as well, "for doing this i mean."
at his words, you stop your hand, smiling serenely, almost angelic.
"you don't have to thank me for this."
"—but, do you want to tell me about what happened?"
diluc's face twitches when you retorted back to brush a splotch of dried blood from his jaw— you
noticed how his lip was busted open, this thought again, of someone hurting the love of your life, it
compared to sharp needles jabbing at your skin, over and over until drilled in its entirety.
but he didn't, diluc would never tell you about anything dangerous, not even when he showed up to
your home, looking like that. "i rather not." there it was, that brave smile he'd manage to put on
whenever he found himself in a situation like that, regardless, worry gnawed away at you, your
gaze piercing through him like a freezing blast of ice.
"yet worry not." all of his attention was on you as he slants close to take your cheeks in his
roughened palms, feeling them shake against your skin awakened a murky, dull feeling where you
wanted to just cry in his arms, "i'd never let someone hurt you."
sigh, deep down, you wonder if diluc will ever comprehend that seeing him like that was already
hurting you, was already pulling the hot air off your seized throat and clenching your heart with
dread, feeling as if you could not breathe.
instead, you smile kindly at him, foreheads resting against each other, overcome by a dark sense of
silence.
— childe
"hah! you should see the other guy!"
excessive boasting upon boasting, your sweet childe was out here acting like he had just
experienced the best day in his entire life— a certain smile, brighter than ever witnessed before, if
it wasn‘t for his black eye and bloody nose breaking the illusion he attempted to portray.
however, in contrast, childe found it exceedingly cute and appealing whenever you were severely
worried and concerned about him— as is someone was ever able to greatly harm nor scratch the
overenthusiastic harbinger. "you really shouldn‘t be this reckless sometimes."
you sigh deeply, then shake your head, mending the bigger wounds with a wet cloth first so they
were clean and ready to be wrapped up.
but, important side note, you being brightly concerned for him made his heart flutter unexpectedly
and childe suddenly expels a large wave of pride, "but you love it when i'm reckless."
"i do not."
"you don't?!" his smirk fades.
"i want you to be save." you kiss the corner of his mouth, and a vast deal of weariness sweeps over
you, claiming your energy with it when you remember that this wasn't possible.
ajax was a harbinger after all.

his voice, now thick of seriousness, greets you closely, "don't worry about me." he speaks so idly,
listlessly and without a care in the world, as if he doesn't care about his own wellbeing. and it left a
bitterness littering on the tip of your tongue.
"because as long as you have everything in your life, i too will be fulfilled." with that, childe kisses
you, all around passionate, needful and telling. on the assumption that he longed to show you his
determination to protect you in a different way than solely using his own choice of words.

ও pantalone + aftercare
subtle traces, in collusion with stealing kisses— one, such as pantalone himself surprisingly
sought after elusiveness and delicateness in the current mounting.
then there‘s you, who wasn‘t quite sure what curped the sudden change in his stern demeanor,
because quite honestly, you didn‘t expect the man to turn into this almost begging and soul
searching individual after rousing the fucking hell out of you just earlier.
on this, you can still perceive the flickering trembles in your body and the smoldering stretches on
the insides of your thighs— but pantalone was quick to notice it too, as keen as always, but this
time with his hair an utter mess and his glasses neatly folded and placed on the wooden nightstand,
while he carefully slid his warm palm over the searing flesh, kneading and massaging the burn
away.
"you did so well for me." he praises you, yet do not expect him to clean you up nor aid you with a
towel, one step at a time, or perhaps he simply did not care enough, "i did not expect you to do this
good for me." besides, the slight notion of a belittling perception wrapped around you like the
finest silk sheltering your body.
the mysterious man ought to let you know and never forget, that you weren't on par with him, more
was he mistreating you, edging you on to never lose sight on the evident fact that you are beneath
him.
his hand wanders close to your aching sensitivity, idly cupping and rubbing the used bundle of
nerves with a proud smirk pillowing around the rough edges of his lips in pair with running his
parted mouth alongside the outline of your jaw.
you idly weave your digits into his hair and whine, distantly, yet strong enough to leave the
harbinger groan ever so lovingly against you— while, “lovingly” was quite the strong word, wasn‘t
it?
after all, you never were for certain with pantalone, the man you so deeply cherished while he,
sigh, one could only guess. only hope that inwardly, between all the pain and suffering he had
faced in the past, that there was a closed off tunnel, dark and sheltered, yet with a brilliant, golden
light, illuminating a gentle breeze of love towards your person.

ও albedo + tit lover
for you, there's only the chief alchemist, captain of the investigation team, or how you referred to
him, sweet and loving albedo— his soft smile, and his ever so soft touch on you was captivating,
it's out of the question, really.
he admits it all the time, says it proudly too, although with a sprinkle of shyness, when he praises
and compliments your sweet breasts by fondling and worshipping them with his lips.
for a long, agonizing minute, he sneakily nibbles on your pointy nipples while holding eye contact,
if only that somewhat devilish smirk of his wouldn't be so damn attractive and utterly aggravating
at the same time.
besides, he knows you like it, when he was able to bring you to the edge of an orgasm, without
even stimulating that sweet pussy of yours. for some reason does it bristle and heighten the ego he
developed from it by a tenfold.
albedo presses against your breasts before capturing one of your nipples in between his pearly
whites, growling against your chest before hollowing his cheeks, sucking back.
you hiss in light pain as he toys a little too hard with the sensitive flesh, but your pleading tone
trails off into an euphoric moan as you ease up into it, with his thumb rolling across the stiff nub of
your prickling nipple.
"i want to make you cum like that." albedo‘s breath puffs over your wet skin, "without touching
you there." as he silently rubs his knee in between your thighs, being overly delighted when he
notices your slick messing up his leg.
you haven't even had the chance to unbutton his garments nor do anything in return, instead, it's
your boyfriend playing this game with you— skilled, beyond comparison, starving, when he
crushes your nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger while greedily kneading the other one,
not faltering to add his hungry tongue and properly lubricate your warm breasts.
by origin, it's his unbeaten favorite, without parallel, the list of things he'd drop and leave behind
only to play and suck on your tits all night long was heavy and weighty, yet all the more worth it in
his eyes.

ও scara + situationship
situationship with scaramouche where he, and such general statement goes without noting
further, wouldn't see nor care much about the surprising benefits he got and achieved the moment
he spent more time with you— insignificant to how little you saw each other, settling, fleeting
instances passing by in a second, strikingly did he not like nor crave the bottling happiness he felt
with you, and how could you possibly blame him? when he never felt it before.
while, precisely look before you leap, but the man wasn't particularly as mean to you as you
thought he would be, while on the same dime, did scaramouche always make sure that he didn't see
this rasping situation with the both of you as anything more than what it actually was.
situationship with scaramouche where he wouldn't reach out to you in days, more often weeks,
don't expect him to ask about your day either, treat you to a meal or act interested in any certain
topics you might like to share with him out of affecting kindness. following your meet ups, and we
will go into this more in depth, but kuni will usually wholly discard any crawling emotions he
might perceive during it, and make it his own self protecting duty to part ways with you as soon as
possible.
situationship with scaramouche where he will suddenly, in the middle of the night, knock on
your door— unannounced and not making sense of anything he would say or declare, already being
fully aware that there was no chance in this bloody scenario that you would ever turn him down nor
refuse him entrance to your home. it's those mesmerizing eyes, and how he moves his lips slightly
to indicate a smile, although fairly fake, it's impressive enough to easily wrap you around his
finger.
situationship with scaramouche where he wouldn't engage in loads of small talk with you ever—
if anything, he'd absolutely conquer the first chance he'd get to quickly place his lips on top of
yours, so neither of you could voice anything. but, beware, he wasn't one to play with nor was the
man stupid enough to dispense of everything you'd do. assuming you want to feel that way,
scaramouche showers you with a sense of false security and a shadow like sensation of an emotion
one might mistake for attraction, or genuine care.
situationship with scaramouche who, in plain sight, found you to be angelic, enchanting and easy
on his pair of eyes, yet inwardly he'd think about it, he'd never tell you. from the stronger
perception did he fantasize about it too when you weren't with him. you might wonder now how
he'd act if you were to do something more reckless, for example, flirt with another person in front
of him.
out of spite? perhaps, and maybe playing out the jealousy card wasn't a smart move either, but you
were dying to find out if he was saying the truth back then— when he assured you, over and over,
that he doesn't care if you were dating or becoming intimate with others aside from him, that you
aren't that special to him, or special at all to further prove his false utterance. and never will be
anything more in his life.
situationship with scaramouche who steps and contradicts himself within his own manner of
thinking, when he notices that you were awfully too comfortable with another person who wasn't
him. how dare you, he spat, anger squeezes the air from his lungs.
what he will do now wasn't a traditional, "stepping towards you and telling the person to leave you
alone" no, not with him, scaramouche has a different perspective or solution whenever you were
stepping away from how he wanted or expected you to act.
he has been at this long enough that he doesn't argue with you, scaramouche knows it'll only make
things more complicated and jarring, and he is aware that this loneliness inside of him will forever
be around, not even you could conquer it.
it's there, burning, gnawing itself into his cold flesh and limbs, giving him pains, and hurting his
wounds. scaramouche recognized that it wouldn't change and even if he attempted to give this a go,
between the both of you, he'd rather catch himself dead than messing up something that could
become more, genuinely hurting you, even though he wasn't aware that he already did hurt you
enough.
at the end of the day, he doesn't see you bawl your eyes out.
situationship with scaramouche who will easily lie and sneakily manufacture a false emergency
you cannot cast aside, not when you're entirely stricken with a deep emotion of worry as all of your
anxieties came tumbling back towards you, actively bleeding all over your skin as you sigh in
despair.
at long last, what you did not expect, was scaramouche who had fooled you yet again and your face
hardened, quivering in frustration at this situation you cannot possibly escape. but there was silence
now, a gut destroying agony, no further explanations or broods he had even attempted to voice—
the dark indigo haired couldn't even fathom that this might be the right way, simply conversation,
so easily said yet so tremendously hard to do.
all you had found was the man who drove you insane, again and again, yet you cannot keep your
hands off him, it was futile, and he's hiding his true self behind those lies and intrigues— but you
get better at it, discerning and listening between his wording, a slow uncoiling of faint resentment
flashing before your very eyes.
scaramouche keeps all his secrets untold to you as he touches your warm skin, it's different to his,
and he bites down on his bottom lip when he recognizes the pacifying feeling rousing inside his
chest again.
for he waits for you to unfold first, what you desire when he kisses your lips, what he was blocking
beneath his heart, he cannot make peace with it— it's unspoken when he undresses your body and
leaves you vulnerable for his eyes to feast on.
frankly, it was little by little breaking him apart, the possibility that you will be happy and fulfilled
with somebody else. scaramouche falls into pieces from within if he wasn't close to you, he
touches, kisses, even worships you if it makes you stay.
in the final analysis, he finds solace and melts into it, at the simply fantasy of something that could
be more, but never will be more.

ও calling him a petname for the first time
— kazuha + "love"
"there you go."
kazuha proceeded slowly, carefully walking towards you with a cup of sakura bloom tea in his
hand— although it was getting relatively hot around inazuma city, when the evenings shadow
deepened into a blue and purple, a sudden cold breeze always pelted itself on your face.
you joyfully accept, pulling up the collar of your jacket to shelter your trembling body before
taking the cup in your hand, "thank you love." and you certainly said your next sentence without
thinking about anything and all.
in fairness, it tumbled out of you rather easily, but the following heat on your cheeks slammed you
like a harsh blow when you realized.
"oh?"
kazuha makes himself comfortable next to you, and he looked absolutely beautiful when you face
him directly— from the fierce humidity that had occurred earlier on, his upper garments were
faintly plastered against his chest and showing a fine outline of his muscles, but the unexpected
shade on his skin, the brilliant, blinding blush on his face was not the sun's fault, no, he cannot talk
himself out of that one.
it's certain that while you were surprised by the sudden nickname bumbling past your tongue, he
too found himself both dumbstruck and flustered by it, wondering why you never said anything
like this before.
"I like the sound of that." he admits bluntly, both bracing yourself from a current of a cold breeze
washing over your backs, bursting into the heat, his lowered eyebrows and squinted eyes
illustrating a motion of both excitement and understanding.
"how should i call you?" oh, well, you didn't see that one coming, did you? but you laugh at his
words, then realize he was actually being serious.
"however you want to." you lean close, resting your head against his shoulder as he slants against
you as well, both fluttering your lashes open to watch how the sun still casted a faint yellow light
through the sky, both awaiting the coldness of the night.
"I will think of something special."
he promises, because kazuha sees nothing but uniqueness and the extraordinary compassion you
fueled him with, he's so desperately in love with you, he can barely manage to calm down his
heightened breathing.
in his eyes, it's a sentiment not able to be characterized by words— that's how he'd personally
describe it if he had to.
— zhongli + "darling"
black, deep branches that traced the blue black heavens overhead, cascading over the darkened
night as zhongli finished the last couple tedious tasks he had left before being able to go home and
most importantly— finally enclose you in his arms again.
but it was quite different this night, because in a sudden haste, he perceived the sound waves of
footsteps nearby, undistinguished, progressively becoming louder until an unforeseen knock on his
door.
"yes?"
the man adjusts his clothing before standing up, in pair with you voicelessly opening the door, yet
with a smile, one zhongli had dreamed of all day long.
"hello darling." you joke around, being quick when you step towards a pair of open arms,
welcoming you right away. "hello to you too."
as a matter of fact, there were a plethora of feelings being released right now, not from you, you
were quite busy squishing your face into zhongli's chest, whereas he caught sudden wind of your
welcoming words he, at first, didn't note as precisely as he should've.
at the same time, he was aware you were obviously joking around— which you would do more
often than not but for some reason he found himself greatly enchanted by being called something
else other than zhongli or morax— which, morax was a name you both agreed on not using
anymore, despite his past being a pronounced part of him, he preferred to live a life with you, in
the present and near future while leaving the past behind for good.
"darling."
in a trice, zhongli addresses you in the same way, but it sounds a little silly coming out of his
mouth, maybe because of the certain manner of speaking he'd use on a daily. whilst, who were you
to pass up on being called that as well?
with a giggle, you decide to lean into the flavorful gamble, "yes, darling?" and you're quick with
your answer, finding it rather amusing how you were able to practically render your boyfriend
speechless for a second.
"no wait!" you backtrack, "it fits you more." and point out with a flourish, placing both of your
hands against his warm cheeks before puckering your lips out for a quick kiss, "so i figured why
not use it on you tonight."
"very well." he accepts the compliment with a gravelly laugh— you cannot even blame zhongli for
acting so awkward about it since he never really had something like this before, a genuine
relationship with a human.
his gaze narrowed, your sights locked on like magnets, but his entire face sparkled, with the skin on
his eyes a little wrinkled round and under them, and with the mouth a little drawn back at the
corners he indicates a smile, voice low and ethereal.
it's almost as if with nothing but this, you managed to make his entire day all the more heavenly
and fulfilled.
— kaveh + "sweetheart"
what were the specific chances of losing your house keys three damn times this passing week?
kaveh was truly embarrassed about it and wondered if someone else had been playing tricks on
him but ultimately decided to brush it off for once in his life, because truthfully— he was tired, to a
higher standard exhausted, of walking around sumeru city aimlessly to reach your home now,
where he hoped he could stay the night.
to make things worse, it was pouring outside, violently raining and by the end of his designated
route, kaveh was thoroughly swamped and so were a couple unfinished drawings he had originally
tugged into an envelope, cursing underneath the gloominess of his breathing at the entire moment.
you open the door for your boyfriend, soused in worry, immediately being as understanding and
careful as possible, you knew him after all and frankly, it was written all across his face on how
awful his day must've went— his eyes lowed as he watched the ground when you took his hand to
guide him into your bedroom, so he could change into the spare clothes he left behind at your place
a couple weeks ago.
"i cannot do this anymore!" he curses, freeing himself from his drenched garments, the dramatic
mannerism and tone was like written out of a dramatic book, fully illustrated and out in the open,
and if you didn't know any better you certainly would've answered with a light hearted giggle.
"it's alright." you smile, "you're home now sweetheart."
and follow up your sentence with taking a warm, fuzzy blanket from a drawer, easily slipping it
over his shaking body. but hold on— just a second if he may, did kaveh hear that correctly right
now?
"what?" his eyes were glowing with a perception of both excitement and being utterly flustered,
forgetting he was sad just a second ago.
"what did you just call me?"
it's done now, he can die a happy man after that encounter.
he was observing himself and noticed how this single word shoot an electric pulse through his
bones and limbs, he was on fire, truly, already casting aside and putting away the awful day he had
prior, it's like it never happened now.
"sweetheart?" you feign innocence, pulling yourself into your boyfriends chest before propping
your chin up to face the blonde, the sweetness and compassion he desperately craved from you
spiraling inwardly, "do you like how that sounds?"
"i do." kaveh wraps his arms around your body, sighing deeply in his chest, "i really really do."
and silently hopes you'd start calling him that now, because for some reason, hearing you address
him in that way, with that familiar soft flutter and how it idly left your lips lingered in his thoughts,
tranquilizing him tenderly.
— scaramouche + "baby"
"ugh."
"stop moving, kuni!"

bothersome, or quite tiresome, two words that would perfectly describe the situation you were a
part of right now.
if anything would be said or done, scaramouche should be more than delighted, thankful to his
very core, that you were gracefully helping him out with his eyeliner on this fine morning— well,
if he wouldn't act like a little diva that is.
"i‘m not moving!" he frowns and rolls his eyes at you, clicking his tongue against the roof of his
mouth, "but you‘re poking my eye on purpose, admit it!"
"i'm not doing it on purpose!" you swiftly bark back and don't give him a single chance to actively
engage in a rebuttal, silently inching a little into him until fully seated on his lap, "you're just
making it very hard."
okay, he might've been a little too brass today, but you can't really blame him since he had just
woken up, his sleepy image was daubed all over him— not just the low-toned shape of his eyes, it's
also about the difficulty of staying awake while you're helping him out, because most definitely
was sleeping in sounding a lot more appetizing then going to work right after you're done.
maybe, only maybe, dear scaramouche over there did it on purpose, sabotaging your ways of aid, to
have you on his lap a little longer. but it's not his fault so don't even dare saying that, you're so
comfy when you practically liquefy into his touch and he cannot stop inching you closer to him.
"i'm almost done." you remind him of his current, active fear and he attempts to yank his head to
the other side when you swiftly pulled him back to where you wanted him to be.
you whine loudly, "baby!" and quickly lick your thumb to get rid of the expelled color on his face,
"i almost messed it up completely!"
"uh—"
he glimmers a little at the name, but tries to keep it low-key if only his cheeks wouldn't decide to
blush right now, in the most inconvenient time, "i— I'm sorry."
you laugh before raising a brow, "damn, i never heard you apologize before." and finish up the last
line to his eyeliner, yet staying on his lap before sneakily running your hands over the back of his
neck to slant yourself into him.
"i never heard you say baby before either." he admits with a giant smirk, but in his usual fashion,
with a little snark on the side as well.
"you're right!" you say all giddy, placing a subdued kiss on his lips, "i should use it more often."
in accessory to your kiss, your eyes sparkled vividly before showing the kindness and benevolence
he fell in love with.
now, you had suddenly understood what it was about, that in reality kuni only wanted to spend a
little bit more time with you before it was impassable to leave for work.
straightaway, scaramouche can't wait for the next time you'll call him that, the little word he
already seems to fancy.

ও childe + soft sex
"i love love love you."
you‘re being encased by two strong arms holding you near while childe was slowly pulling in and
out of you— he feels warm, wet and you shudder against his chest when his grip on you tightens.
with all the effort you could muster, you pinch your hips a little up to receive the toe curling blows
of his long cock piercing so damn perfectly at your prickling skin.
to your credit, you took him so very well tonight, and childe just had to let you know it too, yet not
before stretching you out to your limits and you suddenly felt fuller than you ever did before. "fuck
— i love you so much."
he does it again, this time kissing your lips after praising you. he heaves, smiling almost
impatiently for you to say it back and make his entire night all the more enchanting.
you brace yourself, "i— i love you too!" your eyes go unfocused now, glancing over his lips and
exposed, sweaty chest as you place your hands against his back to keep him in— and ajax looked
down on you, his eyes glowing underneath his lashes, lips open wide as he places one of your legs
on his shoulder, thrusting up faster and faster, needing to cum, vision bristling with hearts the
moment he heard you say it back.

kazuha + first kiss
tenuous touches, faint nuances of getting closer, but nothing too uncontrolled. kazuha was
perfectly patient with you and wouldn't want to make you feel uncomfortable while being in his
company.
he waits, in fact, he could wait his entire life for you and you alone, until he pumps the very last
breath out of his lungs. by virtue, you're utterly worth it in his marvellous eyes, and it's almost
absurd by how hard he had fallen in love with you.
face first, in an instant, cherishing every second of it.
at this moment in time, you take his hand and place it on top of your thigh before inching a little
closer, just right so you can admire him within range. there it was when you catch his eye and he
squares his shoulders a little, they're trembling you figure, distantly but enough for you to easily
discern it, like he's trying to inhale and exhale normally, feigning composure when he was losing
his mind inwardly.
"kazuha.." you speak slowly, and there's a good chance that he noticed your simmering excitement
as well, while in your own humble opinion wasn't a hard thing to do. because directly, you were
probably as nervous, if not more than he was.
thus far, he decides to answer your call, trailing off to your lips, "i'm right here." and he notes that
you had already made your decision.
what was there to say next? how does one even approach a situation like that?
in addition, kazuha clears his throat, cheeks puckered up in a rosy void, pursing his lips before you
smile at him with a little nod, joyfully accentuating your point and reassuring him that it was okay
and that you were ready to walk towards the next step in your relationship.
no movements were rushed, it's static, fluid and as if a somewhat celestial power, an other worldly
faculty was moving your bodies.
in under a second, kazuha wraps his digits around your own and for a moment he simply looks at
you, admiring the view, purely a few inches away and you could've sworn that you had already
brushed over his soft lips.
the man exhales deeply from his nose and relaxes a little before closing off the tiny space between
your lips, placing them against your own.
in the thick of pending, humid air, you perpetually held hands as he playfully nibbled on your
lower lip before pulling away, with a cheeky grin that said more than a thousand words could ever
achieve, while your own had been faintly covered in saliva and glowing.

ও heizou + pussy drunk
it‘s been hours since heizou decided to go down on you, sweet sweet hours of his heavy tongue
licking strong, skilled lines against your perfect cunt, as he called it.
he surely cannot stop rounding and digging his wet muscle past your flesh now, to properly collect
all your sickly sweet liquids and taste them on himself, having it assembled on him, so it drips
down the corners of his mouth but, listen up, heizou really doesn't give a damn, at the end of the
day he prizes himself on making an used mess out of your little hole.
"t-this feels good." you pride him on his skilled traces and lock your hand into his silky hair before
rubbing yourself against his face, up and down in circular motions, practically using his tongue and
lips to desperately fuck yourself into him.
another tasteful worship, when you forgot about everything around yourself and found transparent
delight in the pleasure he delivers on your body. your vision bent in on itself, eyes shaded with
undeniable pleasing, and you're unable to fully process the feeling and sensation of it all; heizou's
proficient tongue, his skilled, long fingers pinching your nipples and that damn smirk on his slick
coated face, as if he was proud of it too, of making a whining, little mess out of you.
he spreads your cunt wider, this time using his digits, pulling apart your slippy folds while running
the tip of his tongue inside, following the outline of your shape. you whined, no, helplessly
screamed at the top of your lungs, overstimulated with both the sound and scent of sex pillowing on
top of the humane air inside of your bedroom.
you beg now, glassy eyes long since closed and waiting for a well welcomed release as you felt the
first one of his long fingers press against your tiny hole, squeezing it slowly as heizou steadily
pumps into you with a gush of warm, wet saliva spat on your pussy.

ও diluc + you shouldn't love someone like me
"you shouldn‘t love someone like me."
there was an unclouded apprehension in diluc‘s dispiriting tone, though really, was there?
beyond the shadow of a doubt, there always was and will be, something telling him that he wasn't
right for you.
yet your expression softens slightly as you thought over it in your deepened pondering, elbows
turned inwards, pulse lowered and your muscles slowly tensing up.
besides that, the short lived silence wasn’t one of a defeating nor pressuring kind, nor was it
causing you to lose enthusiasm and hope; yes, it was disheartening, very much so, but you were
aware of the dredged reasoning behind diluc‘s particular choice of words.
in due course, you sigh into your chest, composing yourself, profoundly yet enough to keep your
serenity, again and again reminding yourself of the gut-wrenching words he had uttered just
moments ago, "and why is that?"
the quality of life varies enormously from one place to another, yet regardless of where you are, it
doesn‘t matter to you at all— because diluc was there with you, so you couldn't even fathom nor
think about living a life without your boyfriend by your side.
"I—" mimicking the exact tone, diluc attempted to cash in on the inner confidence from earlier,
which, in actuality was nothing but a fake from the very beginning.
don‘t misunderstand him, he thinks you deserve way better than him, it's more than that if he looks
into his heart, frankly— he was sure that, in his eyes, there really wasn‘t any part of him reaching
your level.
he frowns, "it's complicated." sure, you knew that, but right now it seemed as if he hadn't had an
answer either. "i don't need anyone else diluc."
and when you catch him looking, you just know he's smart enough to know the effect he had on
you, same goes the other way around. you take haste and move closer to him, making space so you
can sit on his lap, but also be able to leisurely wrap your arms around his neck.
those seconds, pure intimacy invading the air around you, warming diluc's broken, confusing heart
as you flawlessly lean in, kissing his lips.
"so don't ever doubt yourself, because you're perfect to me."

ও scara + clingy or no?
scaramouche likes to think of himself as someone who is neither inordinately clingy nor requires
much craved affection from his partner— yet, little does he realize himself that he‘s, when all is
said and done, fooling not a single soul in teyvat, not even himself for that matter.
it definitely takes a long time for him to rightly warm up to this entire 'relationship mindset', as he
likes to refer to it all the time.
speaking of that particular set, it‘s not just the physical part that needs graven patience in the
beginning, it might even be easier to him to slow into the physical notions much earlier on than any
of the emotional, affection parts.
openly talking to each other, undying trust, continuing care and the lasting, flowing love that would
emerge from within, clearly, it‘s heavily bound on fear for someone who has never encountered
any love, tenderness nor intimacy in this world, from anybody ever. but the man has decided to
change, contorting and bending, breaking to fit places he knew he had outgrown. not entirely that‘s
for sure, but he doesn‘t brush away the certain possibility and opportunity to learn and experience
new things in his long life.
when it comes to his own partner, scaramouche honestly doesn't have a preference, but likes
someone who preciously shows him love and endearment a lot more evidently and he certainly
doesn‘t mind having a significant other who‘s considered as clingy— it‘s flattering if anything, he
can feel the way his chest rises up, warm and flowing with butterflies when you suddenly slide
your arms around his body in the middle of the night to spoon him, or when you meet up and you
kiss his lips like it‘s the most normal thing in the entire world, as if that‘s how it should be for him
all the time.
not allowing time to rest, slow deep kisses under the moonlight sky, he begins to romanticize those
aspects, ignoring the negatives, ignoring the past, ignoring the certainties that call him from within,
tell him to go back to where he came from. yet he could never, not when it feels so damn good to
kiss you, over and over, until his lips would slowly turn numb.
scaramouche as a conclusion finds ever growing solace in your love, in being in love with you and
giving out love to each other— yet, only to you, again, to keep it short, he doesn‘t think anybody
else deserves his golden attention and time besides his sweet and cute significant other and the man
can be a little, let‘s say— jealous too, if you know, especially when someone dares to give you a
little bit too much of their attention.

ও alhaitham hate sex + kaeya breeding
alhaitham hates you— as much as you loathed him, or maybe, you despised him in double
measure if you're thinking about. it's difficult to say, really, even more when he was currently
buried in your cunt, eyes and mouth opened wide, the eyebrows raised as he concentrated on
stretching you out. your flesh parting wet and easy, yet docile, but needy, almost forgetting about
the deep gutted hatred you felt for the akademiya's scribe on a daily basis. "fuck," it wasn't exactly
how you envisioned your day moving along, but you certainly did not complain. his fingers twine
together with your own now, flawlessly caging you in between the sweat covered mattress
underneath your body and his strong chest rubbing over your erected nipples, but alhaitham was
teasing you, throwing around looks that channeled something akin to belittlement, or as if he knew
he had the control about this entire, fucked up situation. for that, it only made it more frustrating,
although it only made it hotter too.
i wanna—" kaeya speaks lowly, slowing his digits over your shaking skin, immediately noting
how your fast breathing was erratic, but also exciting for what‘s about to come, "i wanna breed
you." and he‘s upfront with his precious needful cravings, knowing that you feel the exact same
way as he did. in the middle of the night, with a freezing breeze ringing against the cold windows,
you flinch when he pulls himself into you, gentle drags over your trembling walls as his cock fills
you up entirely. your hands were swift to require additional support, braking your fingers into his
bronzed back and vaguely bruising the skin with your nails. kaeya throws his head back in
exhilarating pleasure, thirsting and in truth— wholly gone by nothing more than your perfect pussy
milking him for all he‘s worth. he releases his seed shortly after, revelling in your sloppy hole
flexing around his girth, pistoling himself so far up your cunt and making sure he‘s overspreading
his milky whites onto the used flesh, so it wouldn‘t leave you again— or, maybe it should, in fact,
he could do this all night long until his legs would give up on him.

ও xiao + overstimulated
"i— i can‘t!" xiao was slowly falling apart within himself, hours on hours, minute by minute, and
you feel how he was emanating the blazing need to cum from inside and out.
it’s written across his facial features and his nerves are lighting up bright, fingers locking all the
way to your hips to keep your movements in check— as if he was able to somehow still or slow
your restless body.
you hum to yourself, panting and sweaty, his earlier bravado has faded into something different,
something more vulnerable and sweet, just like you knew him.
for someone like xiao there wasn‘t anything better than hearing constant reassurance coming his
way— not to mention praises, yes you heard that right, it keeps him going and sets his loins on fire,
his cheeks would pucker up in raging red at your hips swiftly bouncing up and down his large cock
while you tell him how fucking wonderful he feels inside of you, how you simply cannot wait until
he cums and slicks you up with his warm, milky seed, so you can feel how it‘s dribbling down your
trembling thighs.
you moan and your hips ache when he‘s almost completely slipped out of you, only his tip being
milked by your cunt when you roll your body into him again— wobbly legs becoming tired yet
you wouldn‘t stop now, not after that husky, rough groan he released right when he split you open
again, right when he pulls you by your shoulders so you‘d come down and kiss him.

ও kazuha + situationship
unlike others, kazuha would— and this from the very beginning on, be fully transparent and
upfront with you and the situation you shared.
it‘s not like he doesn‘t value you or doesn‘t see you as a prized individual to be around with, the
man obviously wants to spend time with you as much as physically possible. although right now,
he simply isn‘t sure if he is enough for you nor if he's up to settle, or for a relationship in its
entirety.
when he knows, deep down, that he‘s ready, he would fully commit to you.
with that being said and you having your mind dreaming about him every now and then, you at
last, accept the relationship for what it was— that being good friends who like each other, a lot, but
are just that for a while and that's okay.
please note that he wants you to be entirely transparent with him as well, kazuha absolutely dislikes
dishonest people and wouldn‘t want you to keep something from him that ultimately concerned
him too. you could say that he does share some jealousy traits here and there but not to a huge,
giant degree, and if he does he'd tell you immediately— despite the fact that he prefers giving you
all the desired freedom on this world as much as he treasured his own personal freedom in his life.
on the loose he was, and it can be quite difficult to see each other when he was adventuring all
around teyvat, but he made it his duty to send you hand-written letters which normally concluded
of what he has been up to while apart.
what you do not know is that kazuha actually wouldn't hook up or meet with other people, he
doesn't tell you because he thinks it's obvious but in his eyes, you are simply enough to him. call it
a situationship or whatever you see fit, and yes, it can become complicated between you both when
things would turn arduous or hard, feelings unanswered and creeping up, searching for
justification, but with him being at ease with himself, it's in every respect easy to handle and solve
upcoming matters between you both.

ও childe + sees you play with teucer
childe with a baby fever and the strong harbinger without a single doubt shed, cannot possibly
hide his excitement for the life of him. he watches you play with teucer, all day long, how you
cheered boisterously and it made him not far from rippling of happiness.
your bright, flashing eyes were all it took for him to silently call you over, without his brother
noticing, and in the blink of an eye childe trapped you in between his broad, homely arms, "you‘re
cute." he smiles against your ear, his hands, ever so carefully cascading up and down your body.
you chuckle back, playfully rolling your eyes but your face burns regardless, pretty much one of
the many things he'd do that would twirl you into a flustered mess, all sense of self control
slithering down and changing expression, "you‘re cuter." although frankly, there‘s only so much
teasing and playing around you can muster yet when such compliments came from childe—
receiving them from him, your welcoming reactions cannot be missed by anybody.
"what if we get our own?" he was getting very interested in the proceeding, and so were you. it's
not like you haven't thought about having your own family with ajax, while it was quite surprising
that he would mention it just like that, without missing a beat yet so awfully random that it fit him
so very well. his hot, comforting breath was shadowing over the nook of your neck, a sharp intake
of air following suit.
the man nips at your ear, just with his lips, as you sputtered and struggled to find the right words.
but you must say something, you want to tell him that you desired starting a family with him as
much as he seemed to be— and butterflies spread around your stomach as you turn around to face
him at last, making up your mind.
"you mean it?"
at your simple yet meaningful response, childe feels like he was on top of the world, conquered the
various nations around teyvat and was made its undying king. an intoxicating thrill was taking him
hostage, if you so demanded it he would immediately start putting your wish to play, placing it
upfront his duties, yet before he scares you away, he listlessly hoists his palm up to cup your warm
cheek.
"i mean it."

ও cuddles after work
— heizou
the wind outside was cold, the night pressing, and as you had just finished getting ready for bed,
you hear the kind, alleviating tune of your boyfriend's voice from across the room.
"come here, come here."
heizou couldn't wait any longer to branch his arms around your frame and cuddle you for what he'd
love to be an eternity, it's a given for him, because the moment he steps inside your shared home,
he had already decided to act like a little, whimsy baby, for whatever reason, theatrically whining
and singing to you, so you'd hurry up in the bathroom and come back to bed.
without pretense, you make him wait on purpose and heizou knows, he always does.
but in the fullness of time, finally, you roll into the puffy, silken bedsheets before sloping into his
chest, surrendering in that fleeting moment. "i'm here, i'm here." you giggle, banteringly rolling
your eyes at him but by now you can certainly tell that he's at ease, of course when you cuddle
him, accept his touches, quite flustered when you kiss him in time.
heizou adds on to his previous words, "i was waiting for hours." and latches his arms around your
entire body. he observes himself now, and his heartbeat on the face of it kept a steady rhythm until
the touch of you arrives, then its tempo rises into a new genre all together.
but it's pleasant, and kind.
your boyfriends countenance turns slightly more soft, blending hand in hand with his handsome,
tired face.
you hope he's not trying to be this cute on purpose, because heizou was surely aware of the great,
bristling weaknesses he'd inflict on you whenever he did it.
interesting, how fast time flew now, with the entire room being pitch black, and you swing one leg
over his body before using his chest as your own, personal pillow for your head, "i'm here now."
heizou sighs against your ear when you say it, keeping his eyes closed, "yes, finally." and his
slender hands, careful as always, touch you with such matchless, unequaled lightness, rolling down
your sides and ultimately settling on your hips.
— alhaitham
alhaitham's eyes close at the leisure, watchful strokes of your hand gyrating over his scalp, with
his head cushily drowsing on your lap— his breathing slowed, from his chest coming the first
guttural snore.
he sighs, sputtering and struggling to find the right words, "this, this is good." and you touch his
face repeatedly, whether it was neatly squeezing his cheeks or patting his head, in the present
moment— alhaitham felt like he truly arrived home, something that wasn't a daily occurrence for
him.
"we should get ready for bed soon." you attempt to reason with the man, but only get greeted with
a half enthusiastic groan, rumbling from his chest, as if he was trying to voicelessly tell you that no,
in fact, he was quite comfortable now and wanted to remain this way— quick to note that he'd
absolutely love to read a book while resting on your lap like that, if only his eyes weren't so damn
heavy right now.
he blames his work, the night, maybe the heavy food he consumed earlier as well.
moreover, he pulls his arms around your body, breath holding, so he could briefly slump you into
him and share your rising body heat with each bother.
none of you speaks at first, it's not necessary and in the face of the night approaching, your frames
had gradually gotten more fatigued and tired— but you are also content with each other,
exchanging everlasting glances, the lightest of touches that melt on your warm prickling skin,
lovely jokes and closeness, no more was needed.
you are the match for the scribe, you are his flame. that's love he never experienced before, like a
blessing and challenge all in one.
for alhaitham, you're it, you're all.
— ayato
"I certainly could get used to this."
from the warm tones of ayato's cologne, to those of his soothing voice and well chosen words, he
truly was easy to listen to— in addition to being unbelievably cozy while you closed your arms
around his chest.
your boyfriend still hasn't undressed himself off his work garments to change into something more
comfortable and light, because the second he rushed home, stepped into the secure place of your
bedroom, there was no other way for him than to pull you into his chest, and never let go, or at
least it felt that way.
you do not complain though, if things would only be so easy to be hidden for eternity, in the arms
of the love of your life.
an unexpected kiss was placed on your forehead as you watch ayato's sleep stricken face under
your doused lashes, "what was that for?" you're teasing him, asking as if there was supposed to be a
deeper, more meaningful revelation for adding a small, not to mention sweet kiss on your face.
"i missed you." he admits blatantly, humming in thought, "and i crave you."
you cuddle yourself in, feeling the rise and fall of your lover's chest, the rhythmic tune slowing his
own breathing and your emotions rise in all ways when his words embrace you, you can feel the
love in your chest, spreading like the butterflies in your garden— how it sits on top of your heart,
everything was perfect;
the air sweet, the weather outside calming, you can hear birds sing in the sky but also behind the
windows of the room, and you can hear him, whilst silent, you listen to whatever ayato said.
humming, you reply, "i missed you too."

— scaramouche
the word you searched for was luscious, perhaps, because for something that was a fixed point in
your daily routines, even you struggle to know on how to properly describe an intimate moment
such as the one following.
yet it‘s also uproarious that you can, on the spot, detect whenever scaramouche was particularly
worn out and beaten from his work, how he's keeping his eyes open with the last abutting power of
his body.
"is this comfy, kuni?" he grunts at your words, especially the way you said it, how come you
utterly loved to tease and pester him like that, especially when he had just melted into your arms, in
accessory to the smell of the freshly washed sheets brimming over his nostrils.
little fun fact if you don't mind and he'd never admit it with a straight face but something about
being the little spoon was very alleviating and consoling to kuni, the pure feelings can barely be
described in one sentence, or so he saw it.
but scaramouche scoffs at your gentle teasing at last, he'd even search for a great rebuttal in his
mind if he wasn't in such condition right now, sensing the shuttering of his synapses, the quite lure
into sleepiness, all his energy slipping over his hands, but he doesn't grab it.
"hmpf." he closes his eyes, and for some reason he thinks that it would be possible to escape your
sweet and flustering words with something so simple.
"what an insightful answer." you remark and cock a brow, squeezing your arms relatively strong
around him while stretching your body to get the stiffness out of your shoulders.
"i'll answer tomorrow." scaramouche lightly opens his eyes again to look at you, arching himself
into you more, just a little, "—way too sleepy." he's almost full asleep, his head lolling back and
forth to find the most comfortable spot and the muscles of his face relaxing.
personally, he thinks he needs to savor this, because even though you were in a relationship, he still
believes that one day you might be gone for good. granted, he was getting better at handling such
thoughts, stopping himself whenever he realized he was too clingy, but you do not mind it,
obviously treasured it whenever he showed you clear signs of love and trust.
"of course." you whisper, "sleep now." and watch him through the darkened room, shutting your
eyes while finding unmatched relaxation by the soft breathes and pitched up sounds of your
boyfriend.
the world can be dull, monotonous even, that much you were aware of, but with scaramouche by
your side, it made the presumably small moments such as those in particular— simply coming
home from an engaging day full of working, all the more unique in your eyes.

ও childe + mirror & thoma + blowjob
Chapter Notes
bye childe's is kinda short , I wrote those in 1 minute because horny bark horny cock
you gasp while full of thoma's cock being buried in your mouth, quite whiningly yet desperate due
to your current predicament.
fingers easily lock around your head as you feel how his digits further pull away your hair, his
enchanting eyes forever placed on you. thoma grinds against your mouth, feeling how your tongue
repeatedly leans into the underside of his cock while sweat comes to speckle down his entire
forehead, it's hot, because of you and your scheming mouth.
the man can sense his muscles turning numb, especially in his thighs. "fuck, baby fuck!" he cries
out, salivating on how spit and precum drip down the corners of your mouth and chin, the view on
itself messy and somewhat, sinful. the slick muscle of his cock felt comfortable on top of your
tongue, pulsing and twitching when you hollow your cheeks. you're aware of the power you held in
this setting, how thoma was on the sweet, tasty edge of shooting, not to mention, burying his warm,
tasty cum deep down your throat. yes, he always tasted a little bitter, but there was a certain
sweetness around it so you did not mind, craved it if anything. now, being so kind to walk him over
the edge, you hear a short sigh, and make a wet, sucking sound of lips on skin, on repeat, really
wanting to know it now.
childe will fuck you hard in front of a big, glowing mirror just so you can see how good he‘s
pounding into you, his face stricken red, eyes low and fused with pleasure because he cannot get
enough of how good you squeeze him in, it‘s almost painful and ajax knows he‘ll be hard right
after he fills you with his seed for the first time in this eventful night.
now, he’s pulling your hair back so you can watch him more close, he thinks you averted your eyes
a little and childe wants you to see every single second of it, don‘t you dare look away. another
strong thrust forward and he wraps one arm around your waist, repeatedly grinding into your cunt
but also wanting you to see, over and over, how fucking ruined and fucked out you look while he
goes harder, faster, pushing your head back to lick the bubbling saliva off your pretty lips—
groaning deep into his chest and throwing his head back when he catches you playing with your
tits. your sweet boyfriend, pretty childe, hitting the right spot, all the damn time.
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ⵌ genshin impact drabbles feat. various! characters (including nsfw/sfw/angst).

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୨୧ genshin + favorite kinks feat. al-haitham : cyno : tighnari : kaveh : dottore :

"you didn't take the pill, right?"

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"fuck baby, what a mess we made, wouldn't you agree?"

"anything you want."

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"you're too big, it's not fitting."

"come on, i know you're capable of taking me all."

"this isn't working diluc, you're too big."

"lets try again, okay?"

"you're too big, don't act like you don't know."

"it's too big for me, it's not going to work."

"see, what did I tell you? don't doubt me again."

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"you're too much love, but i need more."

"zhongli, please, I'm tired."

"look at you, so beautiful."

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it was simply pure, a night of unmixed indulgence.

"be honest and upfront with me, tell me if it hurts."

"it's pleasant, you feel amazing."

"i am yours, you're mine."

only kazuha and you losing yourself into each other.

"tell me, do you really want this?"

"yes, i want you."

"lay down for me."