Hatefully Yours

·:¨༺     𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮.    ༻¨:·.

— characters:  xiao, albedo, tartaglia, diluc

— warnings: suggestive, biting, i got a little sappy on childe’s sorry, also got carried away on dilucs (sorry again), hickeys galore! MINORS DNI!

— notes:  my debut piece for this blog >:) hehe i hope u guys enjoy it <3

꒰ ★ ꒱ XIAO.

→ i’d like to think he has little fangs—they prick your skin in the best way possible.

→ and at first, he was afraid of hurting you.

→ but with a little bit of coaxing, xiao bites the juncture between your neck and shoulder, and the animalistic desire that courses through him should be illegal. he can feel your entire body shudder beneath him as his tongue laves over the mark he left.

→ he’s a big fan of seeing physical proof that you are his and his alone.

→ “x-xiao, careful,” you whine softly as his teeth nibble at the sensitive skin of your neck. his hips rut into yours at the same time his teeth grazes your pulse point and the noise you let out has him groaning.

→ “you’re mine.” he growls, low and deep in his chest, and the gasp you let out only makes him all the more harder as he sucks on the sensitive spot on your neck.

→ and the next morning, as you look in the mirror, you squint at all the little love bites littered across your neck and chest. you can see xiao staring at your reflection with a satisfied look on his face.

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— YANDERE! MALEWIFE GENSHIN AU part one

⇢ venti, albedo, bennett, diluc, kaeya, razor

introducing! a nagging from your boss and the side effects of overworking is definitely taking a toll on your body, but luckily you have your husband to take care of you! as people of mondstadt, their culture has taught them to treat their lovers with the warmest hospitality they can manage! so just sit back and let them do everything from here on out! … oh, and why do you smell like someone else’s perfume? + 3.4k words

warning! obsessiveness, possessiveness, creepy behavior (fuckin venti), manipulation, jealousy takes place in modern teyvat

a/n! this fic legit got me procrastinating 💀 tried out a new style and it was so fucking long I ended up putting this off for months. an aquarius at their finest

― WINDBORNE BARD. venti | 温迪

[ “you’re home! thank barbatos, i was about to die if you didn’t come soon!” ]

⇢ to think that the sloppy bard you met at the winery all those years ago would now be your husband… love really is a mystery

⇢ you’re well-aware that venti has little to no house managing skills whatsoever, but anemo visions really do come in handy, so cleaning up the house while you’re gone is an easy task for him. his real talent in being a husband shines when you’re finally home

⇢ true to his nature as a bard, venti’s songs never fail to make you relax. after a day of cleaning up after your co-workers and getting run ragged by your boss, venti’s sweet voice and lyre is just what you need to take the pain away.

⇢ he’s quite doting too! although he doesn’t have many recipes up his arsenal, venti excells in homemade food that are warm and comforting, the kind that truly makes you feel at home. he’s a sucker for compliments too! so keep praising him and his good efforts, alright?

⇢ your husband is quite the alcoholic, and it’s times like these where his true nature tends to shine through. whether it be at the tavern or at home, his endless rambling could be shrugged off as the produce of alcohol, but to the more perceptive friends of his… they’re just downright obsessive

⇢ he sings songs of praise about you, from the twinkle in your eye to your hard work and perseverance to the XXXX ! XXX ♡! XX ♡ XX?!?!! ♡♡♡ of your XXXX! XX ♡ ANd .. oops… did he ramble too much again?

⇢ sometimes, when the memories are too much, he comes to your touch seeking for comfort, but sometimes he’s too handsy for your comfort, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a liqour daze too disturbing for your liking

“perfect…” he mumbles, mouthing against the skin of your collarbone and holding your hands in what is supposed to be a tender touch. instead, his nails grip too tight and he presses his hot forehead against yours. your breath hitches.

green eyes bursting with hearts and adoration, a drunken blush covering his cheeks as he giggles against your lips. the very picture of obsession.

“as i expected,” he breathes out, his nails drawing out blood from your skin.

“you really are a mortal worthy of my songs.”

[ “i’ve devoted my everything to you… won’t you grant me a little favor?” ]

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kiki... i've been thinking a lot these days about virgin!xiao having a helping hand coming from zhongli to lose this virginity of his because 1. zhongli knows xiao wants to lose it but barely knows how to act or what to say when hes around a normal human and 2. can you imagine xiao being all flustered being watched by zhongli while pumping inside his cute crush? it'd be cute!

big, big, biiig kiss for you anon, virgin!xiao is just as good as virgin!itto i know for sure!!1!1

it's almost certain that zhongli was going to try to get you and xiao together in an enclosed place in liyue, preferably with an obvious bed, thinking that this way the adeptus would be able to strike up a conversation with you and perhaps even manage to lose his virginity as well, but xiao could barely give you anything more than short answers; he likes you, a lot, he likes you so much that he can hardly think of anyone else but you while visiting the outskirts of The Harbor, but xiao couldn't really understand how to behave around humans even after the old Fatui plan.

this being said, zhongli was going to start getting worried that xiao was too nervous in your presence alone while watching "from afar" through a small crack in the door and was inevitably going to intervene as soon as the adeptus, who was usually so polished and had an impeccable posture, started running over his own words and even fell down sitting on the edge of the bed because you had approached him too much.

you were so close to getting what you wanted with xiao, you couldn't pass up the chance zhongli gave you just now!

"i see that you seem to be having trouble today, xiao," zhongli's voice would reverberate through the room and both you and xiao would immediately look to the door; each with a shiver running down your back to call your own, "not being able to relax?"

xiao would almost bolt as he spoke breathlessly, "zhongli-daren...? why are you—"

it was almost humiliating to be caught in this situation by someone he respects so much, xiao's cheeks tinged red so quickly and it was the first time you saw him blush.

"shall i help you? you seem to be having such a hard time, xiao," zhongli says as he approaches you and puts a hand on your shoulder, as if to say that 'now you must dance to his tune'.

and you have indeed done so, perhaps this was the best decision you ever made in your life.

it was only a matter of time before xiao snapped out of his nervousness at zhongli's presence and was assaulting your lips like a hungry beast as his fingers trailed down your back and shoulders ready to tangle in your clothes and throw them to the floor.

zhongli is all the while leading and advising you both, even taking xiao's hand between your legs and silently helping him learn how to touch you, how to caress your inner thighs and play with your clit and your folds; xiao that day discovered that he loves it when your bunch of nerves throbs against his fingers and more slick leaks from your dripping hole as your hips try to force themselves against his hand. he feels proud to be the one making you feel so good, even though he recognizes that without zhongli he wouldn't know how to do it the right way.

and you on the other hand would be feeling so full just with his long fingers going back and forth inside you, caressing your sensitive walls and even learning to curve against your sweetest spot. xiao has very good hands, even too soft for someone who is wielding a polearm most of the time.

as soon as you were about to cum, zhongli would take the liberty of rubbing your clit while xiao fingerfucked you. he wanted to give the yaksha the opportunity to get to see you cum at least once before you were milking around his dick.

you would barely realize that you are clinging to zhongli's shoulders with the head resting against one of his shoulders until the orgasm washes over your body and the geo archon holds you down and keeps you from falling away from xiao, who would be completely mesmerized by the way your face contorts in bliss and your walls clench massively around his slender fingers.

it was the first time for him that there was a real need to have something around his cock, something warm, soft, moist, tight just like your beautiful pussy that was now pulsating completely in his hand.

this need for xiao was fulfilled soon after, when zhongli instructed him to lay you down on the bed and pull your hips gently against his and then slide into you calmly, but calmly? that was the last thing the yaksha could have, he needed now, immediately, to be inside you and zhongli realized that xiao was going to give in to his own desires by the possessive way his hands gripped your waist and pulled you back.

"no, no, xiao, you need to be careful with her," the former geo archon speaks up and grabs the yaksha's waist before he has time to push himself inside you, stopping him, "do it slow, 'kay? slow 'n nice, I promise you'll be able to feel her soon enough."

and then zhongli slowly pulled xiao's hips forward, in the direction of yours, leading and controlling his movements, sliding him inside you so slowly that you could feel every inch and vein of his long shaft.

xiao groans loudly, feeling all thoughts inside his head fade away. so hot and tight, so this is a real pussy, ready to be pounded and stained white inside? it was almost a paradise for him, a yaksha.

in a failed attempt to get out of zhongli's grip, xiao tries to force himself forward, deeper inside you, but having his chance ruined by the archon's hand still on his waist, the adept whimpers, "z-zhongli-daren, please, I—gotta ngh, please, can I? 'S so good 'n—"

his voice turns into a moan as you tighten around him just as zhongli lifts your face by the chin to make sure you're okay.

"mhm, you can, xiao, go on," the archon whispers and xiao mewls in appreciation before he begins to push himself into you with all the remaining strength in his body.

xiao can't yet maintain a rhythm just inside your pussy, but he learns for himself that he loves the feeling of almost completely pulling out to let only his puffy tip inside, and then shoving it all the way back in and feeling your walls swallowing him up ravenously; all while his eyes roll back and several moans escape from deep in his throat.

the smack of skin against skin started to get louder and louder as xiao rutted into you and not even zhongli was immune to the desire as he watched the two of you turn into a mess of drool, slick and precum on that bed.

he could hardly believe himself as he noticed the bulge between his legs caused by a simple loss of virginity, it was the first time in a long while that zhongli felt like a pervert and he had forgotten how good it felt.

it became even harder to control himself when xiao's lust-infused eyes rose up to meet zhongli's and seek the approval of the person they admired the most; xiao wanted to know if he was doing it right, if he was fucking you the way he should.

and the archon god nods as he opens a small smile sideways, "you're doin' great, xiao, don't stop until you're sure you've filled her completely, okay? you'll know you've done a good job when she's cumming again 'n you can watch her leak."

just then, zhongli bends down toward you and takes your face by the chin again, watching your lips glisten with saliva. it was almost a sin to see them useless now that xiao was fucking you like a beast.

his eyes went from your mouth to the bulge between his legs, his head denied from side to side trying to push the thought away and you barely gave time for the thought to be destroyed completely, opening your lips and wrapping them around his long fingers, sucking on them slowly.

a smile appears on the archon's angelic face, his face tilting toward yours and he whispers the following in your direction, "who knows another time, yeah? you are doing so well for our xiao and it'd be a shame if i stole all his attention, don't you think?"

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Okay I’m back because I just had a thought. (Crazy ik 💀) but Scara would absolutely welcome his darling riding his face. If he dies being suffocated by you then so be it. Between your thighs with your cunt on his mouth. TO DIE BY THIGH IS THE WAY OF A WARRIOR!!! Let’s say you’re a heavy girl… man he don’t care. You accidentally break his neck? He’d cherish the cast and he’d welcome it happening again

-🔪 anon

YES “you wanna sit on my face so bad (manipulative)”

he’s begging you to put your entire weight onto his face as he slobbers all over your pussy— and although his whiny voice is muffled by your wet folds, that doesn’t stop him from whimpering out your name and begging for more. More of you, more of your taste, the feeling of you body on top of him, just more of everything. He’s so un attached from the world that he’s unaware at just how hard his hands are gripping into the flesh of your legs, or how pathetic his moans sound. He can’t help it when your juices taste so delicious, or how your thighs feel right at home at each side of his head.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche’s cock aches so painfully in his pants but he just can’t find the motivation to reach down to rub himself off, because having your thighs in the tight grip of his hands to keep you from crawling away, requires him needing to use every last drop of energy he has. Squirming around on top of him doesn’t help at all— because if anything, it’s adding onto your own overstimulation with the way his tongue flops out to play around with your swollen clit. “Mmpfh—! Love it so mwuch… please, w-wan’ more!” He sobs into your folds, tears of desperation pooling at the corner of his eyes that he had originally screwed shut, his toes curling while he tries to thrust his hips upwards to ease the tension in his underwear.

He doesn’t not care one god damn bit if you’re on the heavier side, because he’s begging you to sit on his face either way. If anything, he takes it as an opportunity to try to impress you and show off his strength. You’re self conscious about your weight and decline his offer to sit on his face? He says that he’ll drop down to his knees and beg if he has to, if it meant you would agree and indulge into his fantasies.

You taste so fucking divine, and if nearly suffocating from under you meant he could feel your body so close— your cunt rubbing right against his mouth and your gorgeous thighs wrapping around his head, he thinks that death wouldn’t be bad at all…

L m a o gets you to sign his neck brace while saying he’d do it again in a heart beat. He so funny :( love him

Probably also cums untouched when your squirt all over his face, LOL swallows it all like liquid gold

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YANDERE KAMISATO AYATO

Summary: You are in an affair with the head of the kamisato clan, unwillingly.

Warning: May contain triggering content, implied sexual relationship, non-consensual touching, ayato being manipulative- the poor reader is stressed.

The headquarters of the Yashiro commission wasn't by far the most unlikeable place on teyvat.

It held some horrible recollections for the young lady sipping her warm tea at a table, apprehensive, and nervously pressing her lips into a thin line, glancing towards the male present with her, on the other side, eyeing her with what she presumes could be inquisitiveness. She anxiously swallows the bitter beverage, comprehending her next choice of speech.

However, every time she catches a glimpse of him, it's like she doesn't recognize what she was to say. It's the way he looks at her as if he's aware of whatever is fiddling inside that small head of hers, crushing down her meek defences and examining her core nature, then shaming her with his eyes alone.

Ultimately, she decides to remain quiet for fear of saying something she shouldn't and then silently lament it in the future. Instead, pondering when they met. She's a married woman, with no child, a husband who is very much overprotective of her, for good purposes.

The man abruptly leaned forward, and she snips off her reminiscence, stiffly perceiving his upper body, momentarily peeking at his equitable expression, and then dragging it onto the floating liquid in a cup.

"Thanks for joining me for tea on such short notice, I've been thinking about you a lot lately." He confessed, she feebly drew in a soft breath, making herself appear like she was in deep thoughts, but she wouldn't know how believable she seemed.

He resumed.

"I've missed you much. How have you been? Last I saw, you appeared quite happy."

Was he mocking her? When they met, she went all out needing to avoid him, what they did, was nothing more than a grave mistake. Something she'd appreciate being left behind and forgotten, to save her skin and sanity, yes, but, what more can she do to ease the burden of guilt.

She averts her gaze, preparing to answer.

"I'm fine. Just feeling a little under the weather I suppose..." She muttered, shyly deterring her eyes when the look he formulated made her stomach churn. She felt like she was being peeled by the skin.

"I see." He responded.

Subconsciously, her hand reached out to her belly, sensitively grasping it. He noticed.

"Is something the matter? You are very incommunicative today." He said, narrowing his eyes and slightly lifting his chin, she chokes on her word, startling herself and recoiling from the chagrin. Hesitantly connecting eyes, the urge to rend it away was consistent, nervously fidgeting unbeknownst to her worked up brain.

"Yes- I'm good, um... Just thinking about my husband." She untruthfully replied he heeded, said nought in return.

"Is it related to us?" He implored after an uneasy moment of lull and cognition, her shoulders mildly tough up. He noticed that as well.

"Not quite, but yes." She lied.

"Are you worried he will find out about us?" He asked once again, intrigued and somewhat, blissful.

"I wouldn't want him to, but if he does, and he doesn't want to be associated with me anymore, then it is alright. I've been an unfaithful wife." She muttered. His eyes dimmed a little, and he loosened his rigid posture, indulging in grim thoughts.

"And say, if you had the chance to re-marry, would you?" That tricked her mind, she visibly made a nonplused presentation on her face, puzzled but knowing his true intentions behind an indifferent, humane facade.

"I'm not sure about that." She mumbled.

Immediately, she added with an urgency in her voice, "I... need to go now, thank you for having me." He nodded, looking at her then, he stifled a smile.

"You needn't." He retorted.

Stopping the woman in her tracks, wordlessly questioning his intentions, her back turned and face away from his prying vision, he confirmed, "you mustn't leave. Please rest for a while longer." He finished, oddly his face did not compliment his tone. Instantly, buzzing all red alarms in her head.

She stared, wishing to ask, decided to keep quiet.

"You forgot to tell me one crucial thing." He said as he rose to his full height, approaching and closing the distance, the gap between their bodies small and insignificant. She slowly advanced backwards, her gaze trained on him.

"You are with my child, inside of you." He whispered with a grin, she stopped, her fingers loosely clenched and shallow breaths unable to reach her lungs. "How could you keep such a thing from me?" Gently he snaked his hand around her waist, his other, resting and steadily caressing her abdomen.

"If you try anything. It won't end well." He suddenly threatened upon nearing in on her body, leaning towards her ear. She didn't say anything.

He took the time to swiftly arrange her imprisonment.

"Maids! Take her inside and see she rests well, she isn't to leave without me." He sternly instructed, his dominant hand gripping her tight. Voicelessly, demanding her to move along soundly.

"I'll be back shortly. You rest up till then." He smiled, softly stroking her cheek, and then letting his hold unfasten. She looked down, obediently allowing the maidens to drag her inside.

Ayato watched.

Slowly turning on his heels to flee, to make sure someone in her life doesn't reap the likelihood to encounter her again.

Then, her name wouldn't need to be dirted and dishonoured.

scaramouche + "i love you so much, i could look at you for hours and not get bored."

note: yandere

"Is that the excuse you've created to explain your incessant staring?"

He looks down on you, because of course he does--you're sitting at his feet, practically reverent, gazing up at him with a look that twists between expected adoration and something... softer, sweeter, and far less easy for him to grasp.

It's maddening, as you are maddening.

"It's the truth," you say, and this time--bold minx that you are, though you pretend to be everything but--you dare to rest your chin against his thigh. Like a puppy, or an acolyte, placing your head in your better's lap.

Is that not one way to view your situation?

He refuses to give in to what is clearly a ploy for more of his attention. An invitation for his hands to grip your chin and lift it, catching your gaze. A clear desire for him to rub his thumb on your lips and consider pulling you up to press his own against them.

He refuses, for now, because that would be putting the game in your court. And if he does, there's always the chance (however slim, he thinks, seeing the way you stare at him) that you'll let him go in the end.

And that? That is the one thing he cannot abide, and so, here, now, like this--he'll be the one who stays in control.

When he does nothing more than return to the task at hand, reading important missives scattered out on his desk, you pout, huffing out a little sigh with puffed cheeks. Your eyes slide to the floor, dejected and pathetic.

"I didn't tell you to look away," he says, nonchalant, at least in his own mind.

He feels the slightest bit of warmth in his cheeks when he senses that you've turned your gaze back up at him. If he glances down, will he see a glimpse of that something sweet, that something soft? That something that he can't seem to hold in his fingers, something without real solid weight despite the heaviness it creates in his chest?

Maddening. You really are maddening.

Your heart. 

Imagine aether right, and you know how literally in dialogue options he's starting to get more annoyed with people asking him things and never helping him so he just has that pent up anger, well imagine reader (not being aware of this anger) asking him for a favor and he just snaps

and then noncon things happen

(cw: yandere, nsfw, non-con, loss of virginity)

You’re too nice. He knows this. From the way you constantly apologize after you make your request, to the way you fidget anxiously in front of him, it’s obvious you’re just a shy citizen in need of some help. Aether has quite the reputation among the nations, not only as their helping hand but also as a strong-willed traveler who can defeat all sorts of powerful enemies without breaking much of a sweat. When he isn’t traveling and fighting, he’s helping people complete simple tasks. Like raking leaves, saving wanderers from hilichurls and slimes, and even making food deliveries. It gets tiring after a while—having so many people rely on you to do their daily chores. At first it didn’t bother him; he’s happy to help and get the reward in return.

Now he’s just exhausted. After the events that transpired in Inazuma, he desperately needs a break. It seems like Aether can never go a single day without being pestered by someone in need of help. It’s annoying. At this point the payment is hardly enough to keep him invested. Why can’t people do these things themselves? They’re perfectly capable! Why ruin his good evening with their frivolous, simple requests?Can’t they see that he needs his rest—that his ultimate goal isn’t helping people? It’s finding his sister and he hasn’t gotten any closer to achieving that goal!

So when you ask him to look for a bracelet you lost while doing some work around the house, Aether is so fed up. He spent the majority of his day helping people and he was hoping he could avoid helping one more person until tomorrow. But you just had to stop him on his walk. Just had to ask him for help. Just had to lose a bracelet, which is something you can look for perfectly on your own. Something snaps inside him when he eyes your anxious features and hears your stuttering apology. You’re not truly sorry, are you? It’s just a ploy to get him to sympathize with you—to help you out of the kindness of his heart.

You can keep whatever payment you have for him.

For someone so slim and short, he’s stronger than you thought he’d be. He grabs you with rough, calloused hands and you let out a startled noise. He’ll help you as long as you help him; that’s fair enough, isn’t it? The least you could do is offer your help in return since he’s always helping so many people. And it’s easy to keep your wrists pinned above your head while he grabs at the fabric of your shorts and rips a sizable hole in it. Your underwear meets the same fate, torn with brute strength alone. You’re too stunned to speak or struggle and your body trembles against the wall he’s pinned you against.

It’s only when you feel something prodding at your entrance that the words come to you. “S-Sorry! I’m sorry, so please—“

One of Aether’s hands leaves your wrists and comes to cover your mouth when he thrusts in. Your cries are muffled as he fills you up, slotting himself inside your tight, gummy walls all the way to the hilt. Your ass is pressed against his hips, his cock hitting all the spots your fingers could never reach, and you try to reason with him.

“Hm?” he mumbles, somewhat dazed. It’s been so long since he’s relieved himself. His hand isn’t enough; he needs to be inside someone warm and soft, and you’re perfect for that. In truth, you just caught him in a bad, pent-up mood. He’d apologize, but it seems like you’ve already done enough of that. “Speak up. I can’t…mmh. Can’t hear you.”

His hand pulls away from your mouth and he’s happy he did that because now he can hear your pretty voice. Your sobs and moans mix together so wonderfully when he pulls out and eases himself inside once more. You’re babbling nonsense, saying whatever comes to your mind in hopes that he might take it easy on you. Are you a virgin? He’s certain that word slipped from your lips. Oh, but now he feels a little bad for roughing you up like this. :( No wonder your virgin hole is hugging his cock so tightly and you’re crying a lot. It must hurt, right?

That’s too bad. He needs you to be good for him. Just let him use you for a little bit and then he might consider looking for that bracelet. You can be good for him, can’t you?

“Feels good,” he comments, his breath brushing against your ear. “Inside. Feels really good. You’re doing well. Just—hah… Just stay like this.”

It takes a while before you can actually ignore the horrible pain and focus on the delicious sensation of his cock moving in and out of you. It breaks your poor heart that your first time isn’t anything like how you dreamed it would be. Aether’s grip on your wrists lessens and you manage to find his hand amidst everything, feebly gripping it.

Aether’s not sure why he hasn’t done this sooner. You’re perfect for him, a warm, snug place for his cock. And it feels so good to finally take what he wants—to finally help himself to this. You really did catch him on a bad day. He can’t find it in himself to complain about how everyone seems to need his help and can’t do anything for themselves when he’s so close to cumming. Forget being angry. Now he just wants to finish inside of you. You’ll let him, won’t you?

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 [𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧]

kaeya, diluc, albedo, thoma, childe & itto x fem!reader

cw: smut, mentions of kinks. praise is the main one, ugh suckers. creampies, oral [f. receiving + m. receiving.], mentions of squirting, name calling [use of slut], breeding,

one man, one kink. brief explanation of each, bonus of how long they can last [how many rounds]. this was a popular one when i wrote it for AOT, hope you enjoy! + RBS ARE APPRECIATED !

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𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

+ praise, creampies;

loves it when he can throw your thighs over his shoulders and fuck his cock deep inside you, hitting that one spongy spot he can find with such expertise. his airy grunts as he leans down to mutter the sweetest, but nasties of things to you. ‘look at that baby.. how well you’re taking this cock.. that’s what you needed isn’t it? a thick cock to stretch you out like this?’ when he gets closer he definitely loses it, fucks into you harshly, hips slapping letting the sound of your abused, sloshing cunt echo around the room. ‘look at that mess.. mind if i try it?’ he wouldn’t be ashamed of getting messy, he’d wanna eat you out with his cum dripping out of you.

kaeya can last about two rounds, three if he’s really worked up.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂

+ orgasm control, praise, overstimulation, spanking;

fucking loves it when you’re riding him, slamming your hips down against his as he grabs at your hips, ass and thighs to keep the momentum going, keep his dick drilling in and out of you. he would moan lowly when he can feel your cunt start to spasm around him, one of his favorite feelings. this is one of the moments he would pull you off of him, flipping you over onto your back only to toss your legs over his shoulders. ‘nasty girl.. you thought you can cum so soon?’ oh and how he would slap his tip against your clit for way too long, knowing it makes you so wet.. oh and when you’ve already cum but he’s still hard he would just keep fucking you through it all. ‘you can give me another one, can’t you? oh yes.. fuuuuuck yeah you can.’

diluc can easily last two rounds, but probably get a little sloppy near the end.

𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎

+ praise, breeding, sensory deprivation;

just the idea of throwing a blindfold over this man and riding him absolutely stupid is driving me up the wall. he would cum so much and so soon without having his sense of sight, imagine how he would whimper and wanna rip it off to fuck his cum into you so deep. ‘that’s it sweet girl.. i-i can’t.. gotta..’ he would rip it off, turning you around to lay down on his desk, resting a hand in the middle of your back, using the other to guide his slicked dick back inside, his eyes wouldn’t stop looking at that white creamy ring start to form around there base of his cock. bedo is a man who would press soft kisses to your spine while beating it up.

albedo can last not as much as diluc and kaeya, he gets pretty sleepy after a bit, probably can’t reach round two til the next morning or after a lil nap in your arms.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

+ degradation, praise, breeding;

very much into calling you names, he would have you bend over with your tits pressed against the counter top as he’s bullying your cervix, letting his tip meld into that sensitive spot inside, feelin you get wetter and wetter with each stroke, starting to splash out and drench his cock. his calloused hand would slowly run you your spine, oh and how he would grip your hair, pulling you up to his chest. he would smirk as he sees the expression on your face in the mirror on the other side of the room. he’d turn his head to look at you while groaning lowly, ‘look how pretty you are.. shit.. such a pretty little slut for me huh? yeeeah you are… fuck, gunna cum,’ he’d throw you back down, both hands gripping your ass cheeks to pound himself inside you deeper, feeling that knot start to tighten harder, letting out the prettiest noise as his cock twitches inside you, unloading his hot cum rope after rope.

childe can easily go a few rounds, his stamina is through the roof, as well as his nasty ass sex drive.

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀

+ praise, orgasm control, overstimulation;

thoma is such a sweetie pie but that doesn’t mean he isn’t gonna use you to get himself off when he’s needy as fuck. he will gladly grip your hips to fuck himself up into you with force if he’s right at the edge. he’d pull you into an empty room and hold your face close to his, keeping his pretty green eyes locked onto yours as he’d fucking himself deeper and deeper by the second, taking it slow at first but then pulling out all the way to start that kind of pace. slow but hard, the way he loves it. ‘c-i can feel every inch inside you.. oh my word.. you feel so good! please take it.. take my load sweet girl..’ when he cums he lets out the prettiest whines, he always ends up fucking himself silly by accident, but you just feel so good tightening around him he can’t help it!

thoma can last two rounds at most, he gets sleepy :(

𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

+ creampies, praise, breeding;

itto fucks to breed, must i say more? okay! he can go ROUNDS and i mean ROUUNNDSSS, like all night. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, itto loves to cum deep inside you, cock warm you after even to feel your cunt throbbing around him, the sound of his cum squelching around him as he makes the smallest of movements. ‘think that pretty pussy can take another load?’ but like.. he doesn’t have normal cum? he’s an oni so like.. there’s a lot.. and it’s so thick that it drips out in globs when he pulls your lips apart to see it all coming out, one of his favorite activities.

fucking all night.

tagging @paradisdementor @soaringmirror @rowsn @p-antomime

tw/cw: implied nsfw, 18+ only, marking, mostly fluff + yearning

SCARAMOUCHE can’t love you the way a human can.

he won’t tell you how much your presence soothes him, why he constantly seeks you out to give you inane orders, missions. he can’t tell you what he really thinks of you—you smell nice, your hand in his is warm, you make him feel something in his chest that he swore was long ago discarded. so he hides his kindness, his ever-so-fallible emotions, behind his lightning strikes.

“tsk, you’re such an idiot.” “are you really going to ask me a question you already know the answer to?” “get over here. don’t make me repeat myself.”

he thinks you’re a fool. it is one thing to love him as a god, to revere him and dedicate your life to him—but to love him as a man, in a human way? idiotic. absurd.

scaramouche is so used to people leaving him, discarding him once they grow bored or he loses his usefulnesss. he is not too much of a liar to acknowledge the fear exists in him: that one day you may do the same—leave him, discard him once you see how truly inferior he is to others.

it is hard enough to be a puppet whose strings were cut once, but to lose your audience too? it’s as if the world is crashing down on him once more.

but scaramouche wants so desperately to prove that he exists, that only he can bestow upon you the greatest ecstasy. that only he can fulfill you, leave his mark on you. he bites hard, he grips fiercely. he leaves a myriad of hickeys over every inch of you, marks you hard enough to leave purple splotches in the shape of his fingertips, angry red streaks down your back. when the marks disappear, he leaves more. and more.

they’re not going to fade like he had—you’re not going to forget him like his creator had. every day you should be reminded of how deeply he’s ingrained himself into you, how you’ll never be the same without him. he makes sure of it.

but he wonders sometimes if he should give into that softness that you awaken in him. when you’re lying bared before him, resting peacefully (something he never has to do). he likes observing you sleep, something so very human and mundane. something he would scorn to tell you if you were aware of it. brushing a strand of hair from your face, tracing patterns down your side, gripping the plushness of your thigh, he draws you closer to him this way.

in these moments, he thinks that if he had a heart, you would certainly have a tight hold on it.

that only makes him yearn for one even more.