Kinktober Day 1: Yandere! Bully! Xiao X Afab! Reader – Overstimulation.

𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗧 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞 !

˖˚˳⊹ spit kink feat. itto : heizou : childe : diluc : cyno : dottore : pantalone x fem! reader from the 5.5k event special

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : messy : spit spit spit

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗢

itto could never deny the fact that he absolutely adored it whenever things would turn messy. Not to mention while eating you out! he wouldn’t even dare to touch your sobbing cunt before remotely spitting on your glistering folds to rub it around your bundle of nerves with tight painfully slow strokes. "Itto."you’re mewling at him, hands flying to his unruly hair and finding refuge around his horns to pull him closer against your throbbing pussy. He’s only humming an answer, way too gone in the taste of your juices around his tongue.

for a moment, itto is refraining his movements, pulling away to brush the mounds of spit, —that was covering his cheeks n lips—, away with the back of his hand. He’s grinning at you all confidently, knowing just how much you desired his mouth back on your pussy by the way you were sinfully mewling at him, twisting and turning around the bed and grabbing onto the disheveled sheets underneath the both of you for some sort of release. He’s quick to follow, collecting another load of spit in his mouth before messily letting it fall down your aching warmth. The way it coated your folds was feeling so unbelievably sinful, tickling you in a way before itto pushed himself back into you, making it his duty to let you release against his needy tongue.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨

"care for another taste?" that particular question rolled of heizou’s tongue so fucking sinfully. In a way it didn‘t even sound like a question, but more than a thought that crossed his mind. You were quick to open up your mouth again, pushing your tongue out to let heizou have better access to what’s about to come. He’s slowly advancing a bit forward to be properly in front of your face before a bulb of spit left past his lips, expertly dropping down your tongue. 

"come on now." the big grin on his face was unable to be ignored, he wanted you to see just how much he enjoyed being in control of this situation, "swallow." you gave him a little nod as an answer before swallowing everything he gave you, evolving into a panting mess underneath the man who was very much pleased with your obedience. "you‘re so good, so dreamy, love." his breathing became a bit faster from the mere sight of you swallowing his spit without a care in the world before heizou closed the distance between the both of you, deeply kissing your needy state and biting down harshly on your lower lip only to pull it back with his teeth, gazes meeting each other again.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

fuck, he’s so lost in your cunt right now. Ajax adored the way you tasted around his tongue, could eat you out every day whenever your heart craved for it. He’s swirling his tongue lightly over your bundle of nerves, ever so often grazing around them with his teeth to coax out another moan from you that sounded utterly beautiful to him. Yet what he desired even more was to spit into your mouth right after he made you cum. In a way it was perverted, he figured, yet he couldn’t shake off the addicting feeling he gets whenever he’d do it.

ajax’s slow with it, really, placing a soft loving peck on your cunt before advancing forward to be face to face with his precious angel. You’re so beautiful to him, eyes hazy and dwelling with tears from your previous releases, his thumb feeling up your cheeks before meeting your plump lips, pushing against them to pry your mouth open. He was so drunk on love and neediness right now, carefully letting a bulb of saliva loose from his mouth until it hit the tip of your tongue, spit melting together with your own before you decided to swallow it in front of him and archons, his view was threatening to turn white in said scenario, that’s how far gone he was right now.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

your moans sounded like music to diluc’s ears, so bright and eager, while his fat cock was digging even deeper into your tight cunt. Your body was shivering violently, messy twisted sheets stained with both your juices and his cum when diluc pulled you closer into his embrace. For a moment he propped himself up with his arms to kneel in between your thighs, looking down to where your bodies connected to see his throbbing cock still deep inside of you, your hole sobbing around his girth and trying your utterly hardest to keep him in. 

he could get lost in the sight before him, your little whines once he stilled his movements were only the icing. He feels so warm and big, grinding his cock against you now before collecting some spit in his mouth, the saliva trailing from his lips to the bundle of nerves, spreading it with his thumb before doing it again, only stopping when he feels like you’re properly marked up. Once he’s done he’d drop his whole weight on top of you again, resulting in you mewling out screaming at the way he was completely sheathed into your sobbing cunt now. Diluc’s arms were caging you in, his warmth radiating through your own when he picked up on pace again.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗬𝗡𝗢

cyno will always have you spread on the bed, soft bedsheets enveloping your figure and hugging the natural curves of your body while he was hovering over you. He hates to say it but, he had an obvious desire to mark you up, more so in many more ways than simply giving you a hickey here and there. Cyno thinks its arousing in a way, to make you swallow not only his cum but his spit once you’re done with sucking him off. You’re currently laying flat on the bed with cyno caging you in with his legs, hovering above you while fisting his cock in front of your face.

he’s so slow with it too, wants you to look at him while he’s pleasuring himself so sinfully before prying your mouth open with the tip of his dick, pushing himself into your wet warmth until he’s fully buried inside of you. You’re taking him like his good little darling, hollowing your cheeks whenever it’d hit the back of your throat before releasing him with a lewd pop. Cyno wants to lock gazes with you, a ball of spit escaping from past his lips, —that had a cute rosy tint— before letting it drop down your tongue, melting with your own saliva when you resumed in sucking him off further. His head is thrown back by now, practically tasting his climax before finally releasing his seed deep inside your throat, pulling you closer until your nose hit his stomach and archons, the way his warm cum ran down your aching throat was beyond pornographic, but more importantly, so fucking addicting. 

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗘

dottore thinks it’s some sort of blessing if he decides to spit on your cunt to make you even wetter for him. The way it’ll mix together with your juices was so fucking hot in his eyes, couldn’t relish in it enough, really. It will not only resume in him spitting once, but multiple times before he seems satisfied with it. His fingers would carefully graze over your thighs to tease you before hitting your glistering folds, drawing hard n painfully slow circles at your clit to combine the two substances together.

It’s almost as if he was using your body as a test subject to conduct researches on you, would probably even admit to it if you were to ask. His hard cock, —that had a big vein around its shaft—, was now rubbing around your hole, prodding his tip in to see your reaction, making a mental note to never forget how you reacted to his sweet little teasing. Other than that, dottore wasn’t really putting your pleasure first, making it viewable as he snapped himself forward with a single motion, fully tucked into your warm cunt and going in a relentless pace now. You should be thankful he even prepared you for him, so if it was only him who was to cum tonight, you wouldn’t mind, right? As long as he was satisfied.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘

he always wants you to suck him off while he’s deeply concentrated in his paperwork, it was almost a daily thing pantalone seeked from you. If there was something he actually disliked the most, it was when it seemed like you weren‘t really there in the moment, he’ll give you plus points if you’re messy with him though. You see, he’s very calculating, always watching your expressions and trying to decipher them in every way imaginable. You’re hollowing your cheeks up while simultaneously swirling your tongue over his big girth, fuck, how he adored it whenever you hit him with that certain technique, he taught you well after all. 

your saliva pooling down from the corners of your lips until they reach your chin— he’s quick to catch it, swiping it away with his thumb to taste it on his tongue. The sight in front of you made you clench your thighs together, trying to feel some sort of pleasure yourself. He hasn’t touched you in so long! Maybe if you’re putting on a really good show tonight he might reward you just how he always did whenever you did something very well. "Stop." he‘s demanding with that word, pantalone pulled himself out of your wet warmth to replace them with his gloved fingers, splitting your mouth open to spit in it aggressively, without any shame. "don‘t swallow yet." he‘s commanding, —yet so handsome—, examining how your tongue is prodding lightly out, trying your best to suppress yourself from swallowing his saliva before he finally gave you a silent nod, a sort of confirmation that you were allowed to taste it properly now. "you‘re so obedient." saying that with his infamous pseudo smile which was painted all over his beautiful facial features. 

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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?

Your boss' Ayato has been acting strange, lately.

It's probably just a standard malfunction, all things considered. Despite everything you've told her about recommended pairings and luxury models, she refuses to buy a Thoma, and there's only so much you can do on your own to maintain a droid known for needing frequent and intensive repairs, especially considering you're taking care of him on top of your normal responsibilities as her assistant. She says that he works well enough, that as a member of the Shogunate Collection, he's usually more capable than you, but for as much as you'd like to have one less thing to worry about, you just can't seem to believe her. Not after the way you've seen him act, you mean.

He's way too friendly with other people, for one thing. All Teyvat androids are programmed to prefer their user, to always only ever want to be around their user, but he always seems just a little too happy to be just a little too close to you - even if that usually just means he'll choose to sit closer to you than your boss, or when she has a business trip he can't be brought along for, he'll ask to be left with you rather than whining and pleading for user to stay. He retains information about you, your hometown and your favorite foods and how you take your coffee, and while you'd normally brush it off as a excess of space on his memory card, you can't say you've ever seen him pay any mind to such little things when it comes to your boss, when it comes to her habits and discretions. You'll have to check on his preprogrammed preferences, when you have a few minutes to spare. He might be confused about who his primary user is - or worse, be unable to discern a primary user at all.

On that note, his standard safeguards might not be running correctly, either. It's nothing extreme, he's never acted inappropriately or... uh, exposed himself in public, but you've lost count of how many times he's caught you alone, how many times he's asked if you're 'in need of assistance' in that smooth, polite tone he's so fond of, despite the fact that most androids are unable to proposition anyone without the expressed permission of their user. While your boss isn't exactly not generous, you doubt Ayato is something she'd be willing to share. For the sake of professionalism, if nothing else.

And, even if you can't really chalk it up to a glitch or a virus or anything more than your own overactive paranoia, he's really starting to creep you out. It's something about his eyes, how long it takes him to remember to blink, or how meticulous he is when he talks to you, how much care he seems to put into each word, how much thought seems to go into every little motion, every little brush of his fingertips against your thigh. It's unnerving. It's not scary, but you don't like it. That's all. You really, really don't like it.

But, it's just a few malfunctions, a bad line of code that you could probably fix with a couple of phone calls and a few minutes of free time. That's what you keep telling yourself, at least. That it's just a malfunction. That it's nothing.

It's nothing - up until the moment there's a cop standing at your door in the middle of the night, explaining that there was a tragic accident, that your employer was found dead at the foot of the tallest staircase in her penthouse and, with no next of kin or special request from her family, her companion droid has asked to be given to you - because he knows that she would've wanted to give one final gift to her favorite assistant. You don't say anything, not that night, not as Ayato makes himself comfortable in your cramped apartment, not as he purrs out terms of endearment you never heard him use with his previous user - no official reassignment needed.

You don't say anything, but you feel like you should tell someone that your new Ayato has been acting very, very strange, lately.

— In which their s/o gets kidnapped 

Scaramouche | Diluc | Raiden Ei | Cyno

Tags & Notes | GN! Reader, hurt to comfort (?), a little angst. Reblogs and comments are very appreciated. Stay safe and healthy everyone! <33

Warnings | Mentions of torture.

Additional Note | The 3.1 trailer was honestly everything to me, Scaramouche’s comeback, Dottore’s first appearance in the game, Cyno and Al Haitham fight, and Candace <3

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SCARAMOUCHE

“Find them! If I see one scratch on them, I will turn you all into corpses!”

He’s obviously not having any of this. 

You said it yourself that you would be by his side no matter what and he let you in his life and now…

Oh, a fool he was to let his subordinates take care of this matter.

“On a second thought, I’ll handle this myself”

He’ll bring only a few to help him clean the mess he’s going to be making once he’s done with the people who decided to take his jewel away from him.

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Fortune Favors the Bold. Yan Albedo x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes and unhealthy relationships. Word count: 1.5k. 

Mona had seen many futures in her time.

Thus was the nature of the path she’d chosen for her life — to peek behind the curtain and see fate’s inner workings. Though the costumes were still being smoothed out and each actor was still memorizing their lines, Mona knew that they’d all take to the stage in time. She was privy to each plot twist before the audience could even take their seats.

These futures she’d scry played out in all manners of genres. Absurd, comical, tragedies; she sat in the front row for dress rehearsal. A critic granted an early access review to relay to those outside the venue, the tickets they clutch in their hands sometimes not valid for years or decades to come.

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— 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄.

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synopsis: aemond targaryen wanted to possess you, claim you as his -- and what the dragon wants, he shall get.

author’s note: heey! this is my first time posting my writing on here.. im a bit nervous, but very excited. i really hope u enjoy reading it. also, pls reblog, comment + leave ur feedback! it’d mean the world to me if u did. thank u so much for taking the time to read & visiting my blog! lots of love. ♡

warnings: minors dni. sexual tension. fingering. teasing. female pronouns. possessive behavior. dark themes. stalking (kind of). aemond makes you have a panic attack over him intentionally. innocent!reader. pet names. romance. fluff. any grammatical errors are my own -- in advance, i sincerely apologize.

parings: aemond targaryen x handmaiden reader (f).

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♡࿐ the castle was lively with noble lords and ladies, most of them ignoring you, in favor of socializing with the higher ranks to make alliances between different royal houses. most didn’t even spare you a glance, which you were most thankful for.

the ones who did acknowledge your existence–there were very few–nodded their head in a polite greeting, which you had stopped and curtsied back in respect, muttering a small ‘my lord’ or a ‘my lady’.

which of course–as obviously predicted–filled their massive egos as they walked away with their noses up in the air. of course, no one ever actually bowed to you, you were nothing but a young servant girl, born from a low ranking family.

however, you always preferred to remain unseen, better to be unseen and avoid trouble, than to be seen and cause chaos.

you had just been dismissed, as you finished accompanying queen helaena on her daily walk through the gardens. the queen loved spending time outdoors, and it seemed only right, she was always at peace when she was in nature and the sunshine did her good.

the hallways of the red keep were long as you made your way to the massive library, your footsteps light as air as you walked. the closer you got, the less people there were and you were thankful, never having been too comfortable with tons of people around.

as you continued walking, swiftly turning a corner and heading towards the last flight of stairs that led to the library, you got the sudden feeling as if you were being followed.

naturally, you hurried your footsteps, sneaking a glance behind you and not seeing anyone. nonetheless, you quickly climbed up the stairs, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat. you snapped your neck to the side as you started hearing light footsteps approaching, though you did not see anyone behind you once again, making you think you were crazy.

huffing in frustration, you had just stepped off the last stair, about to round the corner, looking down the hallway and seeing it completely empty. you turned your body slightly around to look back down the staircase, making sure there was nobody actually following you.

thankfully, you saw nobody. perhaps it had just been your mind playing tricks on you, though you couldn’t shake the feeling of a sharp gaze piercing your back. releasing a shaky breath, a bone numbing chill went down your spine, making you wrap your arms around yourself, before you turned back around to finally head towards your destination.

without warning, a pale hand snatched out towards you, wrapping around your waist and pushing you against the nearest secluded wall, causing you to let out a high pitched scream in fear. the hand that grabbed you quickly moved from your waist to cover your mouth, silencing your cries.

you saw a flash of platinum blonde hair from the corner of your eye, causing your wide eyes to look up, seeing none other than prince aemond targaryen, standing casually before you.

the prince stood tall, tilting his head down to look at you with a smirk across his lips. he pressed his body against yours, holding you between the hard stone wall and his lean but well muscled body.

“i’ll remove my hand only if you promise not to scream again,” the prince said, his tone soft but firm.

you nodded your head as best you could, not understanding what was happening.

the prince simply cocked his head sideways, his eye slightly narrowing as he looked over your current frightened state. only a moment passed, the prince letting out a pleased hum as if he saw what he was looking for, before removing his hand from your mouth.

“prince aemond,” you breathed, your body falling limp against the wall behind you.

“lady [name],” the prince purred, looking completely satisfied with himself, like the cat who got the cream.

you swallowed nervously, shifting your feet from side to side, but stopped shortly as you could barely move. “did you need something from me, my prince?”

the prince sighed, amusement slowly spreading across his handsome face. “yes, in fact.. i did. correct me if i’m wrong, but have you been avoiding me, my lady?”

you cursed yourself in your head, before immediately shaking your head no. “of course n-not, my prince. i was just going to visit the library–“

“oh, i am not talking about right this moment, my sweet. i am referring to the past few weeks. every single time i have sought you out, you had the brilliant idea to turn around rather abruptly and scurry away from me as if you were a scared little girl,” he scolded, making you feel incredibly small against him.

the prince paused, watching your face with a sharp eye, before continuing on his rant. “…and let us not forget yesterday,” he seethed, a flash of anger beginning to taint his words. “when you deliberately rushed out of my dear sister’s chambers, without even being dismissed,” he tsked, teasingly. you did not say anything in response, feeling as if you had lost all brain function with the close proximity of the prince.

his clean, but masculine scent surrounded you, causing your mouth to water as you could also smell honey and sweet lemon cakes. his scent completely overwhelmed your senses, making you feel almost dizzy, especially with his handsome face only mere inches away from yours.

when you couldn’t didn’t reply back, the prince raised an eyebrow as if taunting you to try and defend yourself and your most heinous–(according to him)–actions.

“nothing to say, hm?”

you gulped, your lips parting slightly as if to speak, before snapping shut when words did not come out.

what was wrong with you?

“it is highly offensive to not answer your prince when he is addressing you, my lady,” he chastised, as if you were a child misbehaving.

in his point of view, you probably were.

“what? do you not even want to try and defend your most ill-mannered actions? have you not come to the realization that your blatant lack of respect is incredibly unacceptable to me?” he growled, voice rising in anger.

you should’ve known better, waking up the dragon.

“do you not wish for my forgiveness?” he hissed, his words aimed to hurt you.

you flinched as he scolded you like a father would to their child who had done something naughty – unforgivable.

each word he said was direct and targeted towards you, making a small, tortuous whine escape your lips. your cheeks flushed in shame and your head started to spin, you were sure you would die from embarrassment.

“i’m so s-sorry, my prince. of course n-not.. i was just – i was not… no,” you panicked, feeling pathetic and most of all embarrassed from your constant stuttering and shaky voice.

you felt so stupid.

“i swear, i was not trying to be disrespectful towards you, i-i don’t… i did not mean to run away from you, i promise!“ you cried, feeling yourself practically choking on the saliva in your mouth, your fingertips tingling by your sides and your heart was pounding against your ribcage rapidly.

“please, prince aemond.. i never meant any disrespect. i was just.. i was o-only–“ you cut yourself off with a sharp gasp, feeling like your airway was closing. you tried explaining yourself, though everything you were saying sounded like it made little sense and your words were a garbled mess.

hot tears began to pool in your eyes as the prince just watched in shameless amusement as you choked and fumbled over your words, trying to the best of your ability to explain your poor, pathetic self.

graciously, the one-eyed prince showed you mercy.

“alright, alright… shh. you’re alright, little one. i believe you,” the prince cooed, bringing both of his large hands up to cup your flushed face.

the tears that had pooled in your eyes now falling freely, which he had generously brushed away gently with the soft but calloused pads of his thumbs.

“you do?” you cried weakly, feeling your tightened chest begin to relax at his reassuring words.

“mmm,” he hummed lazily, wiping the heated skin of your cheeks lovingly, like he was your lover comforting you after something tragic happened.

“of course, my love. i could never stay truly angry with you,” he confessed, a small smile tugging at his lips as his eye remained looking into your tearful ones.

you felt your wobbly lips turn up into a shy smile, relaxing in the arms of the prince.

you sighed, feeling your limbs relax, thankfully no longer feeling like you were about to pass out from the blood that had rushed to your head in your haste of trying to come up with something to appease him.

gods be good, the last thing you wanted was for him to be upset and angry at you.

“thank you, prince aemond… you have no idea how happy that makes me to hear you say that,” you confessed, locking your eyes with his, though you felt an uncomfortable shiver pass through you, seeing the twinkle of mischief in the prince’s eye.

“…of course, there is still the issue that you purposely avoided me,” he said, watching you with a narrowed eye, irritation bubbling underneath the surface of his heated skin, remembering the many times you had practically ran away from him.

it was almost adorable, thinking you could outrun a dragon.

the gods were surely mocking you now, as he had finally seized you in his fiery grasp, not intending on ever letting you go.

prince aemond watched you try and press your back further into the wall, wanting the castle wall to swallow you whole so that you could disappear from him.

it was like he could read your every thought, all you wanted to do was hide from him.

you did not answer him to confirm his accusation against you, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being right – even though you both knew he was.

a brief pause, you felt yourself stop breathing completely, holding your breath and waiting for his next words. you were terrified, who wouldn’t be?

“although.. perhaps i shall be merciful towards you, my sweet,” he breathed, bringing his hands down to your waist and gripping your sides tightly to the point it almost hurt.

aemond carefully watched your face to see if you would be brave enough to push him away, before he shook his head and chuckled lightly to himself, watching you bite down on your bottom lip nervously.

suddenly, the prince spoke out loud to himself rather than to you. “mmm… i wonder,” he murmured, suddenly playful as he let one of his hands travel further down, grabbing the skirt of your dress in his hand, bunching it together and tugging it up until both of your bare legs were exposed to him.

letting go of your waist with his other hand, he reached a large hand underneath your dress, placing the warm palm of his hand directly over your clothed cunt.

you let out a surprised gasp, eyes big and innocent and looking up to see his face that looked rightfully pleased, feeling your cunt soaking through your undergarments.

the prince cupped your cunt fully, pressing his palm up against your clit to apply pressure. “mm, prince aemond…”you mewled, trailing off as you felt the most pleasurable sensation start to swarm in your lower belly.

“oh,” you gasped wantonly, looking up at the prince in desperation.

what was happening to you?!

“indeed,” the prince smirked, leaning his head down to nuzzle his nose into your hair, sighing in content at being so close to you.

finally, he thought.

he inhaled your sweet scent for a moment, pressing a kiss against the side of your head, before moving his head back when he felt an uncontrollable yearning sensation spread throughout his body.

with his eye trained back on you, the hand that was cupping your cunt did not move, simply holding you in his possession and making you feel as if you were slowly losing your mind at the pressure he held against your sensitive clit.

nobody had ever touched you there, you were a maiden – a virgin, pure of heart and of mind and body.

“m-my prince..” you stuttered, your voice coming out small and uncertain.

suddenly, you felt prince aemond’s fingers swiftly move your undergarments to the side, pressing two fingers against your clit, rubbing it softly as if you’d break.

you didn’t doubt it.

you immediately cried out, your legs shaking and head buzzing at the new sensation. you had never felt such pleasure, it was beyond your imagination. you didn’t know what to do, you didn’t even remember reaching up with both hands and grasping at the prince’s shoulders.

when exactly had you done that?

feeling embarrassed, you let your fluttering eyes fall down to prince aemond’s clothed chest, though you could still feel his piercing eye watching your flushed face.

you didn’t know of course, but the one-eyed prince loved to watch you in secret.

it was one of his favorite hobbies, filling him with mirth as he would watch you fret over his sister, following after her to keep her company. although, you did not just serve her, you were now also a close friend to queen helaena.

you were young and sweet as honey, acting just as curious as his sister was with insects, though he knew you found genuine interest in different flowers and plants, just as well as books. you’d only been working at the castle for a few months, helping out in the kitchens.

it was only a few weeks ago that you’d began serving as a handmaiden to his sister, that was when he had truly taken notice to you.

you were so beautiful.

there were also many times where he’d deliberately put himself in your eye line, watching you with an amused smirk curling across his lips as he watched you stumble a multitude of times, once you eventually noticed him.

the prince would watch you for an uncomfortable amount of time, before you’d quickly turn around and scurry away from him, flustered and your belly always swarming with butterflies and something else.

his eye would always flash with hunger every time he saw you walking the halls of the red keep, wanting to claim you as his.

there was one time just a few days ago, when he’d gone to visit his sister unexpectedly, making your eyes widen at the sight of him entering his sister’s chambers unannounced, instantly shrinking away from him.

you had not uttered a single word the entire time he was there, simply humming in acknowledgment as the queen would ask your opinion on something, trying to make you join in on the conversation she was having with her brother.

occasionally, you would mutter something underneath your breath, your eyebrows furrowing in concentration as you tried to keep your focus on doing his sister’s hair, though by his close proximity, he could see your shaking hands.

not once did aemond take his eye off of you the entire time he had been there, making your skin crawl with nervousness.

gods, you were so perfect. so, so perfect. you would be his, he would make sure of it. he would have you all to himself, he had to – lest he go insane.

suddenly, the prince had slipped a single long finger inside your dripping cunt, pumping his finger in and out a few times experimentally, before shoving it back inside and curling it inside of you, feeling the silky walls of your heat clamp down around his finger.

you tried your best to stay as quiet as possible, but you couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped you. you looked back up at the prince pleadingly, your eyebrows furrowed and sweat was beginning to form at the back of your neck from the constant pleasure he was giving you.

aemond let out a soft hum, his eye filled with lust and possessiveness, before he eventually leaned down and captured your lips with his in a earth shattering kiss.

you moaned helplessly into his mouth, kissing him back with a burning desire that began to consume you both, feeling his warm tongue snake out and brush over your lower lip, begging for entrance.

your lips parted on their own accord, feeling the prince’s tongue slip into your needy mouth, tasting you.

aemond let out a deep groan of satisfaction, tasting how sweet you tasted, like different kinds of berries. he ran his tongue over the roof of your mouth, feeling your tongue slowly brush up shyly against his, as if asking for his permission.

of course, the prince denied you and bit down on your lower lip in punishment, causing you to let out a pained wail in displeasure.

you whined with need, pressing your hips down against his hand, begging for more, more, more.

you’d take whatever the prince wanted to give you, everything and anything – it was all yours, all you need to do was ask him and aemond would burn cities to ground to see you happy.

aemond quickly slipped in a second deft finger, pumping them both with vigor. the wet sounds your cunt made were loud and lewd, though you paid it little mind.

instantaneously, the prince dragged his lips down to your jaw, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin there.

you dropped your head down, pressing your face into the warmth of the prince’s chest as your body trembled against his. then, you felt his thumb brush over your sensitive clit once more, beginning to rub the little nub in tight circles, causing you to squeal in endless pleasure.

“oh, ohhh – please, don’t stop prince aemond…!” you sobbed, feeling yourself begin to hyperventilate and something inside your belly was starting to tighten almost uncomfortably, making you squirm wildly against him.

aemond chuckled, kissing the top of your head and bringing up the hand that was holding your dress up to your hair, burying his fingers into the soft locks, caressing the back of your head lovingly.

“let go for me, little one. go on, give it to me.”

your small hands that were grasping the prince’s shoulders squeezed rather harshly, and if you were in your right state of mind you would’ve apologized profusely, but right now… you could not even forge a coherent thought.

“please, please – i need.. i need to–“ you choked, suddenly feeling the band that was tightening in your belly snap, an overwhelming feeling of immense pleasure swarming over you, suffocating you.

your breathing was erratic, your head spinning and your eyes squeezed shut as you felt your body be consumed by euphoria.

it was maddening.

“that’s it, my love,” aemond purred from above you, gently stroking the back of your head tenderly, continuing the assault of his skilled fingers.

aemond pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt slowly now, while leisurely rubbing lazy circles into your clit as he felt you come in the palm of his hand, your pleasurable cries like music to his ears.

aemond hummed, “you’re mine now, do you understand? mine – you belong to me.”

you let out pathetic whines, leaning your full weight against the prince uncaringly.

you were too wrapped up in the pleasure he was giving you to really notice.

a few seconds later, you began feeling overstimulated, a displeased sound escaping you, before you pulled your head back and leaned it against the hard stone wall tiredly.

the prince’s fingers continuously fingered you through your high, and the way his thumb pressed into your pulsing clit sent electric shocks throughout your body, causing you to tense up once again.

looking up, you caught the eye of the devilishly handsome prince that towered over you, making you feel small compared to him.

charmingly, he smiled.

of course, the feeling of the stone wall made you frown in annoyance, feeling uncomfortable without the prince’s soft touch in your hair, caressing you. you dropped one of your hands from the prince’s shoulder, grabbing hold of his wrist that was buried under the layers of your maid’s dress.

aemond immediately paused the movements of his hand, though he kept his fingers buried deep inside of you, raising an eyebrow in question.

you sucked in a deep breath, trying to gather as much courage as you possibly could, but bracing yourself for the worse.

finally, you spoke. “…i will not be your whore, prince aemond,” you said, trying to make your voice as even and as firm as possible. however, you could hear your voice shake slightly at the end, cursing yourself for your bashfulness.

a minute of silence passed, the prince’s face completely blank of any emotion, giving you nothing as your eyes glanced over his face back and forth, silently begging to know what he was thinking.

then, out of nowhere, he laughed loudly. the sound almost pleasing to your ears as it echoed off the walls, just as your moans from earlier had.

your eyes went wide in disbelief, wondering if he was laughing at you. you surely hoped not, you’d be terribly disappointed.

as the prince’s laughter slowly died down, he observed you for a moment silently, before his lips curled up into a wicked smile, “no, you will not be my whore,” he hissed crudely, his eye narrowing at you and the blood in his veins bubbling with fire as he looked down at you intensely.

you tried swallowing, but your mouth appeared dry, waiting for his words. without warning, the prince leaned down once again and crashed his lips against yours, claiming you and causing you to release a pleased sound.

the prince wanted you to be his, truly his.

you couldn’t help the fluttering feeling in your chest, as well as the nervous butterflies swarming in your belly at the thought that maybe… just maybe, the prince would give you what you both desired more than anything – each other.

the prince’s lips met yours in a needy, frenzied kiss, wanting to possess all of you.

you were his, he had to make you see that now.

aemond pulled away from you abruptly, watching as you chased after his lips, causing him to smirk. he shook his head, “no,” he repeated, his voice deep and his eye dark as he looked down at your pretty, blissed out face.

mine, he thought.

“you will not be my whore, my sweet. you will be my wife.”

fin

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗫 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 !

˖˚˳⊹ their favorite sex position feat ayato : itto : kaeya : xiao : diluc : zhongli : childe : scaramouche : dainsleif x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

standing up with ayato while he fucks you against a mirror, but you have to understand him! he's always so busy, even he needs some release every now and then. Good for him you're always by his side, completely unraveling against his touch whenever he wanted you to. "Open up a bit more, c'mon now." he whispered against your ear, gazing up at the mirror as he watched your facial expression knock to the other side, hiding your embarrassment that was written all over your cheeks. Though you obliged to his request, spreading your legs further as he seemed to approve, his voice low, barely a whisper as he continued to hum into your ear. Your whines set fire to his groin as the wave of pleasure hit your cunt so dearly, clamping down on his heavy cock which was dragging violently against your abused walls.

against the wall with itto because he's always searching for a new opportunity to show you just how strong he truly is, his shirt sweaty and stretched tightly over his body while his biceps flexed, the roped muscles of his forearms rippled while he was thrusting upwards your sloppy cunt. "you're mine mine mine." he'll chant groaning in between thrusts, feeling how you grabbed onto his upper arms with your small hands, nails digging and leaving crescent shaped marks all over it while you hid your face in the nook of his neck. Your eyes shutting tight at the stretch his cock would inflict on you while it dragged against your velvety walls heavenly, speed higher at every moan bubbling over your lips, biting down on the tender skin as he fucked you harder until white blurred your own vision completely, making you see stars.

69 with kaeya because even though you‘re on top of him, he‘s still controlling every part of your body. If you even dare to tease him a little bit, he‘ll make sure to properly punish you afterwards. Don‘t think he‘ll ever beg, it‘s beneath him and not his style, though when you still decide to toy with his heavy balls, touching his angry cock with light brushes, he‘s going to lose it. "Fuck, just- do it already." he snarls at you, combined with a whine that sounded unreal, arching his back when you drop it past your lips, not stopping until you feel it bob against your throat. "Please." his voice, barely hearable but you could feel the desperation in it. The whining that came out of his mouth was making you see white. A small chuckle escaped you as the vibration of it went all over his gut. For a second kaeya doesn‘t move, exhaling trough his teeth when he decided to play the game better than you, dipping his face into your sobbing cunt, flicking his tongue over your puffy clit because he craves the dominance you tried to take off of him a second ago.

straddling with xiao because it‘s exactly how he wants it, you‘re so close with your arms around his head while he can suck on your nipples without a care in the world. Not to mention he can guide you up and down his cock, controlling the pace as he pleases. He‘ll put the mounds of flesh into his mouth, licking and lapping all around your bud while handling the other tit sensually. He‘s so in love with your boobs, it’s not even licking anymore, he’s slurping to his hearts content, rolling his tongue around the bud like a madman while you‘re riding him, chasing your climax like it‘s the only thing that mattered in this world. And once you reach over to bring your hands into his hair, tugging on his scalp, hard, xiao‘ll completely lose it. He’ll groan out through clenched teeth, letting go of your tit with a lewd pop as he dropped his hands into the flesh of your hips, slamming you back hard onto his cock until you're whining for release.

spooning with diluc in the morning is probably your favorite way of starting the day. He'd watch your body sleep peacefully next to him, small breathing and fine drawn twitches as you continued to slumber deeply. Though once you can feel him press himself against your ass, eyes fluttering open and whining out his name all tiredly, diluc certainly got more than a little hard by those tiny gestures that you'd make whenever he would wake you up, and archons how much he hated himself right now. The last thing he would want is to wake you from your sleep but he just had to have you right now, he couldn't go another minute without burying himself deep inside your cunt, it was just painful around his groin. He'll continue to rut against your clothed pussy before hiking his fingers around your waistband, slowly pulling down your underwear as you reached over to stroke him lazily. He helped you line himself up with your hole, feeling your cunt sucking him in the second he pushed himself into you as you laid back to rest your head against his shoulder. <3

mating press with zhongli because he loves breeding you <3. He will literally lose all his self composure and senses whenever he thinks about it. It's like turning to a complete different being whenever you let him paint your walls with white spurts of cum. And zhongli will never keep his eyes away from your sobbing cunt, not when his juices are spilling from your hole, pussy fluttering around nothing while he continued to fuck the cum right back into you. Normally he'd always have to go slow when sliding into your cunt, but because of you being filled with his seed to the brim, sinking inside of you is easily done without any problems. "you're so obedient." he'll coo, his chest rising and falling once he thinks about a future with you, swollen belly and it's all because of his seed. Spreading you open even more to see his cum flow from your hole around his cock and connecting the both of you even after he pulled out, will certainly drive him completely over the edge.

having you in a chokehold with childe because he doesn‘t really care how he‘s fucking you, all he cares about is how good his hand looks while choking you hard, feeling the way you desperately hiccup whenever he ruts into you. The sharp tone in his voice clinging through his teeth could tell you just how fucking needy he was for you already. And those whines you'd try to get out while he's choking you is music to his ears, you're so adorable in his eyes. He's impatient, pulling you closer to his body before he went to place one of his hands back on your neck, teasingly squeezing against your flesh as you rolled your eyes back in ecstasy. The heat in between your legs was almost unbearable to you, radiating through your body until you felt it in your bones, "archons, you're so sexy." he'll blurt out while sensually swiping his thumb over your abused lips, "come on now, don't give up on me yet, 'kay?"

doggy style with scaramouche because he'll always find a way to degrade you somehow, he needs to be in control and wouldn't want to give it away at any time, basically holding onto every single straw of control he could get. His thoughts haunted him for hundreds of years now, tainted with images and blood he wished he could shake off, though impossible in doing so. The only release he could get, the only way of him running away from his thoughts was whenever he was with you. He wouldn't be nice though, scaramouche doesn't know how that worked or how he should behave normally. Pushing you harder against the mattress while he pumps himself inside of you, bodies melting and sticking together from all the liquids pouring out of you but archons, you were so vulnerable in front of him. Marks visible to his possessive eyes while he continued to thrust sloppily into your messy hole while kneading the mounds of flesh on your ass.

reverse cowgirl with dainsleif because it‘s all in front of him, really. Your ass dropping down his cock and soaking his legs with your slick, he was so unbelievably sensitive and throbbing against your walls. "fuck- 'm gonna cum." he uttered while grabbing the flesh of your ass, trying to slow you down somehow but you wanted to make dainsleif cum so badly, he was always so good to you! the faster you‘d go, the more he would clench his teeth together just to hold out a little longer, arching his back only to gulp out harshly, adams apple throbbing against his throat in response. Though once he starts to wince and whine that he‘s going to release any given moment, you can‘t help it but clench around him even more, rolling your hips harder and those lewd noises, archons, skin slapping and dainsleif crying out screaming with his newly found aching voice which sounded so fucking erotic in your ear.

(heizou : kazuha : albedo version)

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when you get injured tighnari has no one to help him when he’s in heat, at first

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: tighnari x gn!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of being in heat/mating, masturbation, sex outdoors, handjob, oral (m!receiving), throat fucking, implied unprotected sex

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𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄. sometimes at the expense of himself. you sometimes scolded the forest watcher for this habit but it was rare that he listened to you. this included the time you got injured while dealing with a withering zone.

luckily at the time other rangers had been with you so they were able to take you back so tighnari could tend to you. the other good news was that your wounds weren’t very serious. they would be healed with proper care but still, you were too hurt at the time to realize what time of year it was.

it just so happened that you had gotten sick around mating season. meaning that tighnari was in intense heat. normally at this time you’d give him some relief and take care of him but there was no way tighnari could ask you for help in the state you were in. so he suffered quietly.

sometimes he would be so pent up to the point where it was painful for him. naturally tighnari didn’t want you to worry so he’d finish giving you your medicine then snuck out while you were resting. with you sleeping in his bunk tighnari couldn’t satisfy himself there so he retreated to the woods.

going to a secret spot by a waterfall that only you and himself knew about, tighnari would pull out his aching cock. the only sound in the area would be water running, birds chirping, and tighnari’s breathy moans as he stroked his length. eventually he’d finish in his hand. unfortunately his balls would feel just as heavy as before. frustrated tighnari would have no choice but to clean himself in the river before returning back to you.

this routine continued until you finally got better. maybe it was because he was still concerned for you or perhaps he was embarrassed. whatever reason, tighnari hasn’t reminded you of his mating cycle. you had to find out by yourself after you followed tighnari out into the forest.

with your energy back you wanted to go for a walk with the forest watcher but he was nowhere to be found. when collei informed you that tighnari had gotten out you knew exactly where to go next. the place he always went to clear his head. it’s a good thing you went to find him too.

when you find him tighnari is struggling to cum. he doesn’t hear you approaching as he spits on his hand. his palm was starting to become too familiar. it wasn’t enough to relieve the tension anymore. poor tighnari needed more. thankfully for him you were there the oblige.

the moment you catch him you remember. initially you’re filled with guilt. the whole time he was caring for you tighnari was dealing with this on his own. the next emotion the overcomes you is annoyance with him.

startling him by appearing behind him, tighnari gasps when your hand replaces his and wraps around his girth. “you’re so stubborn” you whisper in his ear, making tighnari’s ears twitch. “you should have told me about this”.

his voice goes up an octave as tighnari responds. “you’re still recovering. i-i couldn’t trouble you” he stutters as you start flicking your wrists. fuck, your hand feels significantly better than his own. “i-i’m alright”.

“no you’re not” you retort, using your other hand to cup his balls. you’re taken aback by how much they weigh. “it hurts doesn’t it? you can be honest”.

tighnari hesitates but there’s really no denying it. his neediness overcomes his stubbornness in the end. eventually he’s nodding frantically in reply. “yes, please. h-help me through this heat. i’ll do anything”.

“you don’t have to repay me” you reassure. suddenly you let go of his cock, earning a whine from tighnari. promising that you’re not done with his, you move him to a nearby tree so he can lean against it. “you took care of me, let me take care of you” you hum, dropping to your knees.

the next thing tighnari knows you’re kissing his tip. you give his cute pink head a few kitten licks before your lips fully wrap around his cock. a hiss echoes from his mouth immediately. it’s drowned out by the waterfall to the rest of the jungle but you still hear it loud and clear. it makes you take him deep down your throat until you’re nearly choking.

your gagging rings in his pointy ears, making tighnari feel like he’s going even more wild. he holds back the feral side of him for as long as he can, letting you bob your head along his dick, but soon enough the animalistic urges take over. his mind becomes set on nothing but cumming. when his hips start to buck into your mouth there’s no stopping him.

you let him use your throat as if it’s his own personal fuck hole. how could you deny him when the moans he’s letting out are so beautifully pornographic? even with your eyes glossed over with tears you can still make out tighnari’s blushing face as he chases his orgasm.

his end approaches faster than either of you could have predicted. it’s a relief to your abused throat when his buts his load. you gulp it down like you’re dying of thirst, moaning at his salty taste. when tighnari pulls out of your mouth his breathing is erratic as he tries to collect himself.

“i-it still hurts” he confessed after a few minutes passed by. you’re not offended. it honestly doesn’t surprise you when he’s had no outlet for his uncontrollable desires. “want to take you back home” tighnari adds, fucking himself back into his pants before scooping you up. “need to fuck you properly. 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄”.

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revoked privileges

𓍢 summary. taking away their cuddling privileges for a month after a fight had happened

𓍢 cw. grammatical mistakes may occur, having to reject their cuddle sessions, usage of call signs

𓍢 includes. childe, diluc, albedo, scaramouche, kazuha

part two

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꒰⚘݄꒱₊ 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 ! · · · ♡

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

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

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

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

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✧˚ · . SHIKANOIN HEIZOU. ༉‧₊˚.

→ heizou is a playful lover.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

✧˚ · . KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. ༉‧₊˚.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

✧˚ · . IL DOTTORE. ༉‧₊˚.

→ dottore is precise with how he marks you up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

✧˚ · . ARATAKI ITTO. ༉‧₊˚.

→ itto is another one of the playful lover types.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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