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˖˚˳⊹ 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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a hybrid’s instincts

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, gorou, tighnari, (bonus) platonic!diona

◇ tags ◇ pregnancy, afab!reader, dragon!zhongli

◇ a/n ◇ what's that? will i ever stop pushing the dragon!zhongli agenda? hahahahahahahhahahhaha hhahaha ha ha- no.

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

oh? what's this? it seems like your pregnancy triggered something in these men. their more… "animal side", perhaps?

ever since baizhu’s confirmation - actually, even weeks before that - zhongli has been very reluctant to let you wander out of the house. or even out of his sight, in general (which is quite strange since with his enhanced dragon senses you know he’s able to locate you within the house with no problems at all).

at night, you sometimes wake up to him in his dragon form. sometimes it’s his compact form nuzzling and he's purring near your stomach, sometimes it’s his half-dragon form where he’ll place his head beside your stomach with his tail curling around you protectively. it doesn’t matter whether you’re already showing or not; your heartbeat and the little hatchling’s brings him a sense of comfort that he needs, lest he becomes restless.

his nesting behavior is out of control. he’ll bring you all the pillows and blankets, surround you with the nicest smelling flowers, make you always wear his shirt, and he’ll bring anything you want to the bed so you don’t have to leave the nest. the further you are into your pregnancy, the more reluctant he is to leave you alone. he ends up taking that paternal leave hu tao has been telling him to get. bless her.

gorou is just as excited as he’s alerted. kokomi will have to force her best general to take a temporary leave from the army throughout your pregnancy because he’s so jumpy and sensitive to literally everything and his behavior is making all of the soldiers anxious.

gorou insists that you take a walk with him every day; just something light around the block to keep you from feeling lethargic. he’s also developed a habit to sniff everything that will touch your hand. yes, that includes your supposedly harmless change of clothes. it’s not ridiculous in his opinion! it’s a necessary precaution!!

will snarl when a stranger approaches you and tries to touch you in any way, even if it’s just a friendly gesture. he would be so embarrassed and apologetic about it afterward, but only once you’re at the safe haven of your house.

are you a forest ranger? an adventurer? does your profession require you to venture into the wilderness? welp, say goodbye to your job for the time being, because there is no way in any cycles of samsara tighnari would let you go into the dangers outside while you’re carrying his pups.

walking arm-in-arm whenever you're out and about is a must these days. whenever a villager congratulates you, you can sense his hold tightening despite the polite smile on his lips. if it was up to his instinct, he wouldn’t have let you get out of the house, but rationally he knows you need to move around and breathe in the fresh air.

though you still won’t be exempt from your beloved’s sassiness (”you want me to get you coffee…? do you think i’m an idiot?”) as long as what you ask for doesn’t harm you, he’s at your every beck and calls now, no question asked. you’re craving for collei’s specialized pita pockets? he’ll learn the damn recipe from collei herself and serve it on your favorite plate the next day. you want to be carried everywhere? good thing he’s got the physique fitting for the head of the forest rangers. you want ten kisses a day? say no more; he’ll give you thirty.

[bonus - platonic]

at first, diona seems super indifferent about it, only reacting with a ‘hmph… congrats, i guess’, but her actions speak louder than words. you know how cats tend to hover around pregnant women and even lay themselves near their bulging bellies? that's right.

no, you will not be having alcohol. no, your spouse will not be having alcohol. no, all the people within five hundred meters radius from you will not be having any single drop of alcohol. she won't allow those boozehounds to get close to you.

she’s so amazed at how your stomach keeps growing bigger every time you visit her. when you give her your permission, she’ll curiously poke and stare at your bump. her hand will gently pat your tummy as she unconsciously smiles. she starts to seek you out more often after that, telling you that she’s just there in case you need help, but you know she’s just worried about you. she would be such a good big sister to your baby!

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#SOMEONE WALKS IN ON YOU !

;feat. xiao, scaramouche, gorou, + zhongli/afab!reader

;contents. nudity, both suggestive scenes and explicit scenes, protective men heart eyes

a/n. HOPE U ENJOY

all characters presumed to be 18+. minors do not interact.

requests are open!

! XIAO

the cool water felt refreshing on your sweaty, overheated skin. you couldn't help but sigh happily as you felt all the grime vanish after the long, grueling commission you had been on.

"aren't you going to wash up, xiao?" you called to the adeptus who sat on a rock nearby, looking incredibly bored.

"i will later," he mumbled in response, chin resting on his hand.

"but you're so dirty!" you teased, rising to your feet to step back onto the shore.

your boyfriend scoffed, a hint of a smile on his lips as he watched you towel off, "you think i actually worked up a sweat over some hilichurls?"

you giggled, opening your mouth to retort before the rustle of some nearby brush had you freezing, head snapping in the direction just as a man emerged with a fishing pole slung over his shoulder.

in an almost terrifying flash, xiao was in front of you wrapping your nude body in the towel before casting a glare over his shoulder. his body was tense as he held you against his chest, every instinct in his body telling him to protect you.

the man flushed red at the sight and scrambled to leave while throwing apologies along the way.

"stupid mortals," he spat under his breath before releasing you from his hold, "hurry up and get dressed already..."

you hurried to do as you were told, unable to deny the way his actions had made your heart race in your chest.

! SCARAMOUCHE

"turn," while his voice and demeanor is anything but kind and sweet, you could tell by the way his eyes were glued onto every lovely curve of your body that he was enthralled, "does it fit okay?"

"yeah, it's comfortable," you breathe, snapping the straps of your bra before shrugging your shoulders, "i like it!"

"excellent," he breathes, turning to pick up another set he had picked out.

you reached behind you and unclipped the bra, letting it fall down your arms before placing it aside. he turned back to you, meeting your gaze for a split second before removing the new bra from the hanger.

as he stepped up to you, the door flew open, slamming against the wall. you squealed, wide eyed watching the agent stand there panting.

scaramouche, with his ever fast reflexes, wrapped his arm around your chest, shielding your bare breasts from the unwelcome eyes.

"m-my apologies..." the agent whispered, standing up straight at the sight before him.

"close to door," scaramouche's voice was eerily calm and devoid of emotion, making your own anxiety spike, "don't even think about going anywhere."

"y-yes sir," the agent stepped out, shutting the door behind him as he did.

you glanced up at your lover who had his eyes glued to the door. he continued to hold you against him, covering your vulnerable body even from his own view and you let him, leaning into his chest until he decided to let you go.

and you knew that that would be the last mistake that agent would ever make.

! GOROU

after tireless days away from one another, he finally had the chance to have you underneath him again. and although it wasn't the most ideal, you couldn't deny how much you missed being pinned down with your cunt stuffed full of his thick cock.

"m-missed this so much, missed you so much," he whined, face buried in your neck.

"l-love you so much!" you cry, fingers tangling in his unruly hair, making him groan.

neither of you noticed the two swift knocks on the door until it swung open. gorou shot straight up, eyes eyes meeting the equally startled gaze of the subordinate.

"g-general sir....i...." the flustered man clears his throat before his gaze flicks to you.

a growl broke from gorou's chest before he was covering your exposed body with a nearby blanket. intent on hiding your vulnerable body from the unwelcome eyes.

"keep your eyes to yourself! that's an order! now leave!" gorou's voice reverberated around the room, making the man jump before he spat out a hasty 'yes sir'.

the slam of the door signified his exit and gorou slumped against you, ears pinned to his chest.

"do you think it's important? do you need to go?" you ask softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

he shakes his head, meeting your gaze, "this is my leave, i don't have to do anything..."

you were surprised when he slowly started his pace up again but you weren't going to complain when it felt so good knowing you were under your handsome, protective lover.

! ZHONGLI

it wasn't by any means unusual for you to find yourself needy and pawing at your beloved right in the living room of zhongli's house. it wasn't like the man had a plethora of people who privately sought him out when he wasn't at work.

he sat back, hands on your hips for support as you lost yourself on him. his long, fat cock hitting every deliciously pleasurable spot inside you making your brain short-circuit. your pretty body was completely bare as opposed to his fully clothed self, perfect tits cupped in your hands and bouncing freely with your every movement.

you cried his name, head tossed back all while he watched you hump, grinding your clit against him every time. you were leaking, drooling down his cock and making a mess of his pants but he didn't care — this was all for you, he would let you use him until the end of time.

you were so lost in him that you didn't even notice the door opening or the glare zhongli tossed over your shoulder at the intruder. it was cold and cutting, causing the person to freeze where they stood. it was hard to miss you or even pretend like they didn't know what they walked in on.

he tugged you down against his chest to hide your face and breasts from view. his hand cupped around the nape of your neck as you started cum, sobbing and squealing into his chest — completely unaware of the unbridled rage brewing within him as the unwelcome visitor had a firsthand view of you expressing pleasure only he was supposed to see.

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for scara "am i bothering you, my lord? i just felt really lonely..." 🙏

notes: yandere, afab reader, forced marriage, stockholm syndrome

There’s a hand on your head before you know it. A firm presence that strokes, calming and possessive. You don’t have to look up from your position on the floor, carefully kneeling on a cushion next to his seat, to know what expression is is on his face. Possessive and pleased. A smile, though not exactly a nice one, even on his better days. 

You lean into his touch and shift on the cushion, hoping to get more comfortable. If he hasn’t kicked you out already, it means he’s in a good enough mood. You might be able to coax him into a walk in the gardens later, if you play your cards right. 

And you do so want to play your cards right with your husband. 

You don’t know when exactly everything began to shift. When you stopped feeling like your stomach was constantly empty, being twisted and pulled in every direction. When your everyday activities morphed from anxiety-inducing expectations into simple habits. 

When you stopped feeling like a captive and started feeling like a wife. 

Was it when you felt ill, and he deigned to stay by you through the worst of it? Spooning broth into your mouth and wiping your face with cool, amp rags? A soft, affectionate move that had caught you by surprise. The gestures had seemed foreign on his face, and you wondered for ages whether or not one of your ladies or perhaps a servant had suggested it to him.

Was it when he offhandedly confessed that the thought of entertaining a particular traveling noble made him want to electrify his own eyes out, and the pair of you conspired to get the man drunk--and thus, off to bed and out of his hair--as quickly as possible? It was childish, silly even. You poured cup after cup and Scaramouche said nothing as his guest became absolutely sloshed. That night you even laughed about it together, snickering, warm under the covers of your shared bed.

Little moments, bit by bit, that paved over the reality of your situation and gave it something more palatable in your mind. Something you could work with and live with, possibly even enjoy. 

And if you no longer shy away from his hands, if you call him husband without a bitter taste on your lips, if you do your best to keep him pleased and reap the results... can you be blamed? 

You know it’s wrong. Deep down. You’re not stupid. 

If you think about your situation for too long, you know what you’ll find. Underneath the layers of crafted moments, the shiny veneer that you’ve painted onto your heart. 

You’ll find a different you that wants to positively scream and fight at every turn. A different you that wants to throw up at the thought of being around Scaramouche willingly, one that would never initiate affection... much less crave it from his hands. A different you that bore his punishments, his stings and shocks, grinding your teeth to avoid giving him the satisfaction of audible pain. 

But you can’t live like that forever. You tried. You tried for as long as you could, rebelling against him, rebelling against the life he’d forced you into. You were tired of being pushed down, mentally and physically. Tired of being sad. Tired of feeling like you’d never escape.

So now? You don’t want to escape. 

Now you want him to touch you, to praise you. To shower you with gifts, though he still holds them over your head if he finds you’re being too needy. What do you need to see your family for, when he’s just gifted you an expansion to the gardens or a much-coveted visit to a local festival? 

Now you want to peel back the layers of Scaramouche, taking them off like marital robes, until you reach the Kunikuzushi underneath. Imperfect and clay-like. Unfinished. You want to see what makes him work and makes him stall and fill the gaps in him with something of yourself.

“My wife is lonely,” he murmurs, and his fingers still in your hair. “I’ll have to rectify that, won’t I?” 

You look up, finally, and your stomach doesn’t twist at the sight of his lidded eyes gazing down at you. Instead, your heart feels lighter and you reach up with your own fingers to intertwine them in his.

“But you already have.” 

Yandere Creep! Scara who sets up cameras in your bedroom…

While checking the live footage one night, he finally gets to see you masturbating, so ofc like the gross perv he is, he excitingly takes this chance to jerk off….but something catches him off guard and has him pause his movement? Did you say something? He’ll need to replay that..

Did you just moan his name?

This took way longer then it should have, even though it’s short 💀

God knows how he snuck in to place them, or how small they’d have to be so you don’t notice,— probably climbed into your window when he knew you would be out for a decent amount of time, and hid very small cameras behind your shelves and ornaments— as well as making sure he got just the absolute perfect placement where he had access to view every single angle of you.

The first few nights that he has the live footage of your room pulled up on his computer are slow— you’re just doing ordinary stuff like studying at your desk for hours, or leaning up against your bed frame while you scroll through your phone. Repetitive activity that anyone would yawn at, but not him. Not Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who stares at your every movement through the screen with a small and content smile on his face. How he’d sit at his desk for hours, with the only time he’d look away being to rub the blur out of his eyes and to use the restroom.

You’re just so fucking adorable without even knowing it, he thinks. Every time you get up and walk out of the room to grab or do something, his eyes are carefully following your figure like a hawk— praying that you hurry up and come back into frame where he could see you, because he didn’t have enough cameras to put around your whole house. God, he just gets so excited watching you that he can’t help but let’s his hands wander down into his pants and start jerking off the boner you unknowingly had caused him.

How he’d grip his nails into the arm of his chair in desperation and thrust his hips up to counter the pace of his hand, throwing his head back and sobbing out your name in lots of pathetic, shallow whimpers when he squirts his load of cum all over his keyboard. His breath is inconsistent as he rides out his emotive orgasm, face flushed into a deep shade of vermillion with beads of sweat trickling down from his forehead to his neck. But not once. Not once do his eyes leave you as you sit quietly at your desk, with a towel wrapped snugly around your body and drops of water occasionally rolling down your glowing skin.

He bet you smelled like heaven its damn self, and he wanted nothing more then to be sitting beside you and stuffing his face into the crease of your neck to breath in your heavenly aroma— but sitting behind a screen and watching you from behind a camera was enough for him, for now. Scaramouche slightly adjusts in his chair and watches in anticipation as you stand up from your own seat and stalk over towards your bed, stopping right in front of the edge of it.

His slight curiosity quickly morphs into full faced shock when your hand reaches up to your towel to slowly untie it— and he physically feels his breath stop as the material almost elegantly falls from your body and dropping to the floor under your feet. He’s stunned, eyes blown wide and with each second that passes, he can feel how his heart rate quickly increases by the beat. “Oh… my fu— fucking god.” He staggers, his cock physically twitching in to the palm of his hand. You’re naked,

Jaw slacked, Scaramouche— who’s still in his state of shock, stares so intently as your ass allures him in almost teasingly when it sways side to side as you crawl into the middle of your bed, and lay back comfortably onto the mattress. Perfect, you looked absolutely perfect as your hands trailed down your skin and towards your— your… wait a minute, are you about to do what he think you’re about to do? He leans in so close where his head is almost touching his monitor, his hands planting on the desk surface to keep him from toppling over out of excitement— and trying so hard not to blink until you finally…

Finally bring your hand down to your thighs and spread them apart ever so slightly so your fingers can slip in between and access your pussy. He moans, a full fledged moan falls from his lips when you start teasing your cute little clit with your fingers. “Fuck, fuck, no fucking way—” is this real? Finally, what he’s been waiting for this entire time, for you to finally (and unknowingly) show him that filthy side you’ve been hiding away.

His hands are quick to reach back down to his cock, before he quickly starts to masturbate again— this time however, he has something to look at while he does so. His hand is moving at an almost inhumane speed up and down his shaft, and he knows that if you keep it up— toying with your cunt and laying so erotic looking on your bed— he won’t last for much longer.

God you sounded so fucking cute too. When you’d let out little whimpers as you slowly start to insert a finger inside your hole, Scaramouche is grunting out your name and pretending you’re making those sounds right next to his ear while he fucks into you. How you’d let out small whines and use your free hand to play with your nipples, his tongue flops out of his mouth and glides over his bottom lips to imagine he were the one doing it. The whole sight of you touching your self just has him so hot and heavy that he can’t help but grip onto his cock harder then normal and tug at it like it was going to run away.

Just as Scaramouche is about to cum, as he’s hunched so far forward and sobbing out your name in a broken tone— he hears a static sound from the audio of the camera, before your cute little voice enters his ears again. He has to pause, the rapid movement of his hand stops along the shaft of his cock as well. What was that? Was he hearing things, or did you really just—

“Mmhm— Scara!”

Oh, wow.

“Ah…” it takes a while to register, his brain racking for an answer before it finally clicks. You just… moaned his name… while you’re playing with your pretty cunt with those pretty little fingers, thinking about him. Only him, no one else. “Oh… my fucking fuck!”

Yeah… Scaramouche has never cum so hard in his life before.

Also rushed to see if he was screen recording or not. Imagine his anger if he wasn’t l m a o 💀

Yandere XiaoVen x Reader

About: General headcanons for when they work together to secure - and share - your love.

Warnings: General yandere traits such as obsession and manipulation, along with the idea of trapping you by binding you with them. Crosses into suggestive content a little, but nothing explicitly NSFW.

Pair: Xiao & Venti

Future post: may do a Zhongli & Childe or Kazuha & Heizou version later on, if there is interest.

Only 18+ readers, just as a safety precaution - my Genshin works may cross into suggestive territory, but TWST will remain SFW due to the setting of students and minors.

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at last.

pairing: yan!morax (zhongli) x f!reader

contains: not safe for work content, explicit sex, dubious consent, yandere, obsessive behavior, arranged/contract marriage, coercion

“M-Morax…” His name leaves your trembling lips in a soft plea, and you can feel strong arms tighten protectively around you as his mouth brushes, deceivingly sweet, against your neck.

“Yes, my darling.” His hot tongue darts out to lick over the hickey that he had etched into your soft skin just minutes prior. “Tell me what you want, and you shall have it.”

Your vision is blurry and your mind is a chaotic mess, spinning with nothing but pleasure and desire, yet a voice deep within you screams and begs for you to run.

You did not belong with someone like him.

You were a loyal handmaiden to the late goddess Guizhong, who served by her side for many centuries. Upon your goddess’s death, Morax, her dear friend, took you into his care. A god of war, hardened by battle, you were always puzzled as to how he and your goddess were such closely aligned comrades. With a terrifyingly sharp golden gaze and bloody weapons that left many helpless at his feet, he was a strange friend for the kindhearted Guizhong to make.

Yet, perhaps your judgement of him truly was wrong. After all, how could a ruthless brute hold you so delicately, kiss you so tenderly, touch you so lovingly?

It was no secret to the gods of Celestia that Morax had always favored you, even to Guizhong herself. However, you were ever oblivious to his molten golden gaze following you ever so carefully whenever you graced him with your presence upon his visits to Guizhong’s domain. Guizhong’s death was the last barrier preventing Morax from securing you in his grasp, and the archons watched in silence as he staked his claim over you, his late friend’s poor abandoned handmaiden.

You still remember the day that he took you away from everything you knew, the memories that now linger so distantly in your muddled mind.

The cool evening air had brushed gently against your face, a few strands of your hair rustling in the wind as crickets chirped their songs in the distance along with the occasional croak of a lone frog. Glaze lilies were blooming around you, glowing a faint blue hue in the moonlight. You were quiet, still, unmoving, save for the slight quiver of your lips as you whispered a soft prayer into the night to a dead god.

Your heart was broken into pieces having witnessed your goddess and fellow handmaidens perish in a war that wreaked havoc on the entirety of Teyvat. You had no idea how long it had been since you ran away from the bloody battle to this secluded field of glaze lilies, only that the sting of the arrow wound in your shoulder and countless trails of tears staining your face remain as a reminder of what cannot be reversed.

His voice had cut through your anguished turmoil, the deep tones reassuring and gentle as they coaxed you closer. Promising that he would take you away from your pain, relieve you of your lonelieness, and protect your broken heart for the rest of eternity. Foolishly, naively, you had stood from your spot on shaking legs and ran into Morax’s waiting arms.

To his credit, he had not rushed you into anything. He maintained proper distance to allow you to recover both physically and mentally. You were given a luxurious room to stay in along with huge banquets and servants at your beck and call; you had found it strange to not be in the position of servitude for the first time in your life. Through it all, Morax was nothing but kind to you, keeping you company at your meals and taking strolls with you in the sprawling palace gardens. Your heart had been stirred by the gentleness he showed you; he was certainly not the terrifying war monger that many think him to be.

However, as you began to trust your goddess’s old friend, all of it came crashing down as his true intentions began shining through. Once, he returned to his palace from battle, eyes gleaming with bloodlust, and marched up to your room where you pretended to lay sleeping. He gathered your form in his arms and buried his nose in your neck, savoring the sweet scent before kissing his way up and down.

You had squeezed your eyes shut and tried to sleep; even if you were awake what difference would it make? How could you ever shake the will of a god?

One time turned into two, two into three, and then into every night when he returned, the stench of blood still clinging to his clothing as he tightly embraced you and ravished your neck.

It was not long before a contract was presented to you. Become Morax’s bride, and he will continue to protect you. Deny him, and he will no longer be obligated to do anything for you—and you would have nobody left.

You had signed your name with a shaking hand, tears falling down your face and blurring the ink.

Morax had carried you to your now shared bedchamber after the wedding ceremony, his grip still gentle but his eyes gleaming with something primal and ravenous.

He had pecked your forehead before laying you down in the luxurious silk sheets, wasting no time with pinning your trembling form down and claiming your lips. This was the second time he had kissed you—the first being at the ceremony—and this one was much different. Rather than chaste and tender, he’s all teeth and tongue, sliding his tongue into your mouth and biting at your lips until they swell.

Your wedding garments slip off your body with ease, and you’re left bare under the god who had been waiting for many years to finally have you in his arms. Morax’s golden eyes drink in every inch of your body, from your pouting lips, to your delicate collarbones, to your perky breasts all the way down to the little leaking cunt that was waiting to be filled by him. An almost wicked, triumphant grin stretches across his lips as he drags a finger from your hole to your clit, pleased when you whimper for him.

“Oh, my darling, Aren’t you exquisite?” he murmurs, gathering your slick on his fingers before circling your clit, sending pleasure shooting through your entire body.

You’re shaking, weak protests leaving your mouth in pathetic blubbers as he continues to ruthlessly play with your drooling cunt. One long finger prods teasingly at your hole, and you wince as it struggles to work its way inside. You hear Morax inhale sharply.

“Hmm.” He huffs out a laugh. “We’ll make it fit, won’t we?” Fear briefly lances through you, but before you can act or speak, Morax’s finger begins moving in and out of your wet hole, stretching it out slowly. Your mind is filled with haze, your mouth falling slightly open as he adds his ring finger, humming in satisfaction as your pussy opens itself up for him.

“Such a good girl.” Morax kisses away a tear that has slipped down your cheek. “Don’t cry now, my beloved. I vowed to cherish you for the better and for the worse, for the rest of time.”

You let out something between a sob and a moan as your husband continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, the other hand lovingly brushing hair off your sweaty forehead. You feel a coil building in your stomach, something so terribly pleasurable and nearly ready to snap. His pace is brutal, and your eyes blur with stars as he hits the deepest parts inside of you with his long fingers over and over. You’re crying now, the room filled with only the squelching of your shamefully wet cunt and your sobs of pleasure. You’re so close to falling off the edge, but what will happen when you do—?

You suddenly feel his fingers slip out of you, and you gasp, letting out a weak whine of protest. Morax chuckles, caressing your cheek with his free hand while he brings his other to his lips, allowing himself to taste your arousal soaking his fingertips. Another uncharacteristically wicked smile mars his handsome face as he savors your flavor, golden eyes darkening ever more. “No need to whine. I’ll make sure you’ll never want for pleasure. Be patient, my beloved.” He leans down, head disappearing between your legs, and you jolt as he presses a soft kiss right on top of your clit.

Your eyes slip closed when Morax’s tongue licks up your folds, and he groans deeply as he tastes your sweetness directly from the source. You can no longer control the moans and whimpers that leave you as he laps at your cunt, circling and sucking at your clit while his large hands knead and pinch at your sensitive breasts. Your pussy gushes eagerly, and embarrassment burns hot in the pit of your stomach as you cum for the first time in your life, right onto Morax’s hungry tongue. You twitch and flinch as he continues to lick, overstimulating your poor abused clit as he tries to take in every drop of your essence.

“A-Ah… m-my lord…” you cry out, finally willing yourself to speak while trying to close your legs in response to the overwhelming feeling.

“Morax will do,” your husband chuckles against your cunt. His strong hands keep your legs open, unwilling to take his eyes off the image of your messy pussy. How could he ever stop admiring such a sight? “No need for formalities anymore, hmm?”

“M-Morax.” You whisper his name for the first time, your eyes fluttering closed as you heave weakly from your orgasm. You can’t see him, but his eyes soften as he hears his name fall from your mouth.

“Yes, darling?” You’re silent for a moment, still trying to catch your breath.

“Do… do you r-really love m-me?” Your voice sounds so tired, so broken. You hadn’t wanted to care, hadn’t wanted to give yourself to the man who had coerced you into being his tragic bride. Still, Morax is all you have left. Aside from him, there was no one else in the world who could take care of you. Deep down, you knew that, and the idea of rejecting him is too much to bear.

Morax reluctantly pulls away from your pussy only to gather your naked form into his lap, pressing his lips against yours once more. He’s gentle this time, his lips barely brushing against yours. “Little one, you’ll never know just how much I love you. Nor for how long I’ve waited just to have you by my side.” A sickening, yet warm feeling sweeps over you as he says this, and you involuntarily lean into his broad chest, hands fisting at his robes. Morax smirks, all teeth and malice, though you’re completely unaware. “Be assured of this, my dear. I will never let you go. You’re mine. Do not dare to forget my love for you.” At his coldly possessive words, your body recoils, snapping you out of your stupor. You can suddenly feel the hardness of his erection prodding against your stomach, and dread fills your chest as you realize that the night is far from over.

You’re laid on your back and faced with the view of Morax removing his clothes, his large erection springing free and dripping precum onto your belly. Morax grasps his cock in one of his large hands, greedy gaze reveling in the way you stutter and flinch as you stare at him.

As much as he loves and treasures you, he can’t help but also bask in the fact that he has you completely at his mercy.

Of which he has none.

Your entire body tenses in anticipation as Morax guides his huge cock towards your entrance, alarms ringing in your head as you once again attempt to close your legs. How is that supposed to fit—?

“I’ll take care of you,” Morax tells you, stern as he grabs your thighs firmly and spreads them back apart. His gaze flickers down to your warm, soaked hole, waiting and ready just for him. He groans, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, trying to stop himself from shoving himself inside right then and there.

“Forgive me,” he apologizes, before he allows the tip of his cock to breach your virgin walls, and his eyebrows furrow in concern as you let out a cry of pain. “I’m sorry, my darling.” He slowly starts to push the rest of his dick in, holding you tightly when you wail out at the thicker parts, and kissing at the tears that stream down your cheeks.

“I-It’s… i-it’s too-o b-biggg…” you slur out, drool dripping from your mouth as your innocence is finally claimed by your new husband, blood soiling the sheets as evidence.

“I know, my little one. I know,” Morax coos, planting kisses all over your pretty face to try and soothe your pain. “Just a while longer. Soon you will feel nothing but pleasure.”

You can’t answer him, the feeling of his cock sheathed in you is too much. You can feel him throbbing with need deep inside you, and when you shamefully tilt your head downwards, you can see the large bulge in your stomach. Pain is slowly replaced with feeling of just being wholly, overwhelmingly, full. His dick is just so long and thick, filling up every part of you so well—

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you involuntarily arch against Morax’s muscular frame, your arms wrapping desperately around his neck as your little cunt creams around his cock. You rasp out his name in a sobbing whisper, your second orgasm nearly making you pass out from its intensity.

Morax chuckles, kissing your lips gently. “Do you love my cock that much already, sweet girl?” Your unfocused and dumb expression is perhaps the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. This is all he’s ever wanted to do; to make his kindhearted, gentle lover completely stupid on his dick. You’re the very image of beauty as you whisper desperately,

“Y-Yes, Morax. I l-love your c-cock so m-much…” Pride swells within him as you hide your face in his chest, embarrassed at what you had just said. Still, you can’t stop yourself from begging, “P-Please, it’s t-too much… p-please do s-something…”

Morax takes this as a sign to move, and move he does. He thrusts once into you, and watches with great interest as your pussy convulses around him and your mouth falls open into a wanton moan. Soon the only the sounds in the room are the slick sounds of Morax’s cock filling you up, accompanied by your whimpers and his deep grunts. He fucked you at a ruthless pace, your pussy split open on his cock again and again.

You should feel dirty, used, unpure; Guizhong’s handmaidens typically choose to remain untouched for the entirety of their lives (although Morax had personally defiled several of them in secret, imagining they were you. You rarely left Guizhong’s sight; how else could he deal with his desires?). However, as much as it repulsed you to admit it, your body craved and enjoyed every second of his cock inside of you.

You lose track of how long this lasts, of how many times your husband flipped you into a new position and sheathed his dick inside of you, wracking your body with cries of pleasure and pain, of how many times your little cunt gushed all over him, of how many times he stroked his release into you and filled you with his cum. All while whispering in your ear how delicate you were, how you should be grateful that he, a big strong warrior, had come to save and shield you from the terrifying world, how he loved you ever so much and without him and his love, you would’ve perished along with everyone else, so open your legs a little wider, darling, and let him cum inside you once more.

Only after does it hit you that you’re trapped in his arms, and that there’s no way out. A numb feeling runs over you as you lay, boneless, sleepy, and belly swollen with cum. He’s holding you close to him as he vows to give you whatever you wish for, and your lips seem to move by themelves as you silence the voice screaming in terror within you.

“I-I want…” you whisper out, your fucked-out mind only wishing to be held and cherished and loved. “…you t-to stay. F-Forever.” As soon as you utter those words, you don’t even have time to regret your statement before Morax’s smirking lips kiss your cheek gently.

“As you wish, my dear.”

Despite it all, a dumb smile crosses your face as his fingers brush against your pussy and push his leaking cum back inside. Yes, you will never be alone again.

You’re right where you belong, at last.

Feel Good

He makes you feel good, even if he is sometimes cruel

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Xiao x fem!reader

Warning!!! NSFW below the cut!

AFAB reader, oral (receiving), Slight ServiceDom! Xiao, edging, spanking, fingering, praising, full nelson position, kissing, creampie.

Note: Xiaooo Xiaooo!!! I'm basically finished with school so I have the whole summer to write *smirk*, anyways thinking kazuha will be next and then yelan (please step on me *drooling*). Also please take this survey! Ok bye <3.

You felt so good like your whole body was hot with pleasure, all thanks to your boyfriend, Xiao, whose head was between your thighs. You held onto a clump of his hair as his head worked up and down on your slit. His tongue glided between your folds, only stopping to lick at your clit. Soft moans fell from your lips as Xiao lapped up the slick that poured from your pussy. “Good, so good,” you said stroking his silky hair, your eyes closed feeling completely relaxed but filled to the brim with arousal.

Xiao was thriving off of your moans, your quick inhales when he flicks your clit, your low whimpers as he pushed his tongue in, every single noise. You didn’t take Xiao for a service dom, but you didn’t mind. He could get a little mean (really mean), but for some reason whenever you did it, he was always ready to please you. Your body shivered, his tongue poking around your insides made you feel like you were going to cum already. It didn’t help that his nails were clawing at your sides, stimulating you further to your climax. Your hips started to push up into his mouth, “Xiao, ‘m gonna cum,” you whispered.

He popped off of your pussy, slick all down his chin, “Hold it for me, ok?” You let out an affirmative hum, and he continued eating you out. Despite this, your gasps got louder and louder, and Xiao could tell you were getting needy. He was losing his patience, he growled out “Hold it for me,” again.

“I can’t Xiao, ‘m right there,” you moaned out, throwing your head back. You were oh so close, your hole was clenching around his tongue, yearning to release the pressure there. But all too soon, Xiao pulled his tongue out, causing you to gasp, “Shit, Xiiaao~”

He gave a few licks on your clit before pulling away from your dripping slit. Your hips rolled up into the air, eyeing Xiao as he grabbed your calf to flip you over onto your stomach. As soon as you laid on your tummy, there was a sharp smack on your ass and you yelped. “What did I say?” his growling voice kept you submissive, you didn’t want to further enrage him so you kept quiet. His hand came down again, “What did I say?” He said closer to your ear, vibrating your head, causing your muscles to tense up.

You let out your voice, weak and shaky “To hold it…” His golden eyes pierced through you, increasing the anticipation and the heat between your thighs.

“Are you going to hold it?” you shake your head yes, he grabbed a ball of your hair in his fist, “that’s not an answer.”

“Yes Xiao, ‘m gonna hold it.”

“Good girl,” he pulled you into his lap, thighs spread out between his body. His painted nails roamed your skin, leaving behind faint tingly lines and causing slick to pour onto his lap. His hands eventually dipped back down into your folds, splitting them before sinking his finger into your tight hole. Xiao hissed, “fuck, you’re so wet…” he breathed right into your ear. You squirmed, lightly kicking your legs out only for Xiao to hold onto the back of your thighs with his arm. 

His fingers quickly worked in and out of you, forcing you to let out a shaky moan, “F-f-fuck, Xiao.” You suppressed the urge to cream around Xiao’s slender fingers, but it wasn’t helping he was pressing right on your g-spot making you see stars. “Xiao! Fuc-k sl-ow down!” you tried grabbing the hand that fucked into you, but with the awkward position, your attempts were fruitless.

Xiao pulled your thighs closer to your chest, exposing your pussy more to his fingers, allowing for him to go rougher. “Take it,” he growled into your ear, and you did (to your best ability). Your pussy clamped around his fingers, and you saw stars. Your mouth was left ajar from Xiao's fingers, moaning relentlessly and pouring more of your juices onto them. His pants were damp with how much you were leaking on him, but he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you.

Pleas fell from your mouth as you started to tear up from overstimulation. "Ple-ase Xiao~! I'll be so good for, AHnmm! You, please let me c-cum! Pleasepleaseplease-" your brain was so foggy, and your pussy fluttered around his fingers. Xiao pulled out his fingers, and you were somewhat relieved from his cruel punishment.

But Xiao was far from over, he started to pull down his wet pants, and you felt the tip of his cock between your drenched folds. "The only thing you're going to cum on is my cock, [Name]," he said sternly, as he pulled your thighs closer to your chest again, pushing his cock in your hold. Your pussy happily welcomed it, albeit squeezing around Xiao’s cock crazily. "Hey, don't cum immediately, ok?"

"Mhm!" You hummed, biting your lower lip. His cock was finally nestled fully inside of you. You didn't have time to adjust, since Xiao began to buck up into you. You squirmed, whining from holding it in for so long.

You turned around to look at Xiao, his mouth was hanging open slightly panting. You twisted your body to kiss him, and Xiao slowed his movements. Even though the kiss was sloppy it was passionate. He broke the kiss, and in the space, between your lips, he muttered, "you can cum now." He returned to thrusting into your pussy, and immediately felt a knot form in your stomach.

"Ah♡~! Ah♡~! Xiao♡~! I'm gonna♡~!" The knot dissolved and you gripped Xiao's thighs hard. Your mind went white, you clenched and fluttered around Xiao's cock. Xiao hissed, releasing your thighs, now bringing your hips down to fuck his cock.

Xiao fucked you through your orgasm, he rested his face on your back, grunting as he used your body. His low growls shook your body. You were washed over in pleasure, your moans slipped out every time his cock bullied its way into your spent pussy, rubbing against your g-spot and kissing your cervix.

Xiao shivered behind you and began increasing his thrusts. Your moans turned into whines, and you came around him again, milking and pumping his cock. He let out a broken whine, and his hips got rougher, until his cum painted your walls, filling you up. He pulled you up from his cock, laying you down on the bed, passionately kissing your sides.

His fingers rubbed your sides, muttering praises into your ear. "Good girl, you did so well for me. So pretty, so good for me. Holding it in for so long, I bet you're still pent up. You want me to help you?" His fingers traveled between your thighs, resting right under your wet pussy.

"Yeah, just one more," you sighed. With that, Xiao peeled your legs open, sliding his head between your thighs.

"Alright."

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The first time Xiao breeds you is completely by accident. He mistook the amount of time he had before his climax. While his words were simple, completely in character,

"I should've pulled out."

His face betrayed him. Eyes enamored, glued to the space in which his cum was now leaking out. Trickling down your inner thigh where it pooled onto plain grey sheets. Dripping between the gap of your thighs as you patiently pushed more out. Glossy amber eyes hooked to the arch of your back as you spread wider, twisting your hips to and fro.

"I don't mind Xiao Xiao." You'd responded, You simply flipped over not breaking eye contact with him before lacing two fingers through the mess spreading to your ass.

You didn't miss the quickest flick of his lashes, the way his pupils dilated and the tiny shiver that jolted up from his back to his shoulders. His breathing faltering when he realized exactly what you were doing. Those two fingers between your spread legs now slippery with cum sliding beneath your folds. Your efforts soon becoming clearly in vain as the mess became larger, more thick drops pouring from your pussy to create a large stain beneath you.

You let out a little giggle, your own shiver coursing through you. "Ooo you made such a mess inside." A whimper falls from your lips.

And as much as you'd like to keep stirring the pot, "That's unhygienic." His face falls, the stern Xiao making a reappearance. Though you can see the smallest glints of his façade where it breaks in his eyes and the twitch of his brow.

"You're the one who did this, take some responsibility."

He merely rolls his eyes.

The next time Xiao breeds you it's on purpose.

His forehead soaked in sweat, eyes glossed over beneath half open lids. His fingers twisted in the sheets as the sound of his breaths comes quicker, the dig of his nails in your flesh getting deeper and you hiss in delight. You can tell by the faint whimpers and deeper grunts that he's close. His movements more and more disorganized by the second.

You almost ask, almost warn him of his reactions from last time but he's such a good little yakasha, your favorite to serve. Within the next couple minutes he's spilling inside, teeth clenched, the vein in his forehead nearly bursting as he tugs you in tighter by slipping a hand up to your shoulder. His other hand full of the fat of your hips.

"Shhh.. let it all out." You coo "You're such a good boy, you deserve it."

His hips fall into a standstill. Lids slowly sliding close as you sift your fingers through his sweaty bangs with a long sigh. When his lashes flutter open they reveal the darkest look you've ever seen your boyfriend have. He slides his palm down across the mattress bringing his upper body up to pull you into his chest. When his hips slap against your ass it pulls a gasp out of you so loud you clasp your hand over your mouth.

"Oh archons, Xiao.." You moan unabashedly

He groans into your ear wrapping both arms around your waist to use as leverage with a quickening pace of his hips. A deep shudder falling over you as he pounds your spot with little remorse. His previous orgasm slicking you up so well that the noises are damn near impossible to hide, though Xiao's sounds almost top them. The quickest little gasps and the unrelenting shake of his thighs incredibly hard to miss.

Before long you've reached his third time giving you a creampie. And by that point you realize you've created a monster.