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can i get smut headcanons or a one shot for Invader Zim?? I’ve been looking in the dark web (wattpad and tumblr😔) and can’t find any :(

feel free to take your time, and stay hydrated and healthy!

Ofc! There is a lack of Zim content 😭 I written a one shot for Zim! Been awhile but hope I'm still as good 🥺

Fem! Reader x Zim

⚠WARNING⚠:Abduction, Ovipositor, breeding, Eggs, Smut

Zim skulked around his laboratory, his large, crimson eyes narrowed as he scanned his control panel with a devious focus. A recent wave of human interactions had sparked a new curiosity in him: “pairing” was something entirely foreign to Irkens. They were made for conquest and war, with no distractions or attachments. And yet, he saw it in humans everywhere—such bonds, so distractingly nonsensical, so… intriguing. How had these Earthlings managed to thrive with so much… emotion?

And then there was you.

Zim had observed you with interest, though you were quite unlike that Dib human with his ridiculous obsession with proving Zim’s “alien-ness.” No, you were different. Your fascination with extraterrestrial life was genuine, without that irritating need to capture or expose. It was peculiar, almost foolishly open-minded… but it had given him an idea.

“Gir!” Zim called out, his voice sharp but with a hint of excitement. Gir appeared out of nowhere, somersaulting into view with his usual enthusiasm.

“Yes, my lord?” Gir squeaked, holding a taco he’d somehow acquired without leaving the base.

“Prepare the ship!” Zim declared, his eyes gleaming. “We have a mission of… abduction!”

Gir’s eyes sparkled. “Ooooh! Abduction! Who we grabbin’, Zim? Is it the big-headed boy?” he asked, bouncing up and down.

“No, no, no!” Zim scowled, gesturing wildly. “This human isn’t a pest like Dib! This one… this one actually seems to like aliens!” He hissed the last word as if it were the strangest revelation in the world.

Gir gasped, his eyes widening. “They like aliens?” He threw his arms around Zim in excitement. “Yay, new friend!”

Zim pushed him off, huffing in irritation but unable to hide a smirk. “Yes, yes! Now, enough hugs! We must do this with precision and stealth!” He climbed into his tiny spaceship, Gir clambering in beside him, still clutching his taco and humming with glee.

Moments later, you were standing in your room, stargazing through your window, unaware of the ship descending toward your neighborhood. You’d always loved the idea of life beyond Earth, imagining what otherworldly beings might be like. But as Zim’s ship hovered silently above your house, you would soon realize that reality was much stranger than anything you could have imagined.

Before you knew it, a soft green light engulfed you, lifting you gently off your feet. Your heart raced, a mix of terror and excitement flooding your senses. This was it! A real alien abduction!

As you ascended toward the ship, you could just make out a tiny green figure with large, bug-like eyes and a big, gleeful smile—accompanied by an even smaller robot in a dog costume, waving excitedly at you.

“Welcome, human!” Zim announced triumphantly, his voice echoing dramatically. “You are now in the presence of ZIM! Fear not! I have no intentions of dissecting you… yet!”

Gir skipped around you, giggling uncontrollably. “Hi! Do you like tacos? Can we be best friends?”

Zim groaned. “Gir, compose yourself! We have a mission of SCIENCE!” But he couldn’t help glancing at you with curiosity, taking in your surprised but delighted expression. Humans were strange indeed—but maybe, just maybe, this one would help him understand them.

The base was strangely quiet as Zim guided you into a sterile-looking room, dimly lit by a few screens blinking erratically on the walls. He moved with an almost uncharacteristic calm, but his crimson eyes were alight with that manic curiosity that you’d seen in him before.

“Sit there, human,” he commanded, gesturing toward a peculiar-looking chair. You hesitated, noting the odd assortment of machinery surrounding it, each piece connected to the chair by tangles of wires. Zim’s expression held an unsettling intensity as he fussed with a few dials, muttering to himself, “Fascinating… so very odd, these humans…”

When he glanced back at you, his tone softened, though his voice still carried a slightly condescending lilt. “You should be honored, human! You are about to assist ZIM in unlocking the mystery of human ‘pairing’… and whatever purpose it may serve.”

He leaned in, examining you with those unnervingly bright eyes, his face far too close for comfort. “Humans are curious creatures… forming attachments for no strategic purpose, no tactical advantage,” he said, as if the concept itself was a foreign toxin. “And yet—there is something to it, isn’t there? These attachments… these connections you cling to.”

The alien strapped an odd, dome-shaped helmet over your head, wires dangling from its sides, some with tiny electrodes that pressed lightly against your temples. As he adjusted the helmet, he continued his monologue, almost to himself. “You Earthlings cling to each other, not because you are forced to… but because you want to. And I, the all-powerful Zim, intend to understand it.”

He adjusted a monitor beside the chair, the screen casting a soft glow over his face. “Prepare yourself, human! Zim shall now probe the depths of your mind.” His words would’ve sounded threatening if it weren’t for the strange fascination in his voice, as though he himself was teetering on the edge of some grand revelation he didn’t quite grasp.

With a flick of his clawed finger, Zim activated the machine. You felt a soft hum, a gentle pulsing of light from the monitor. The screen before him began to flash images—scenes of people embracing, holding hands, sharing close moments. As each image blinked by, Zim’s expression shifted from smug triumph to bewilderment.

“These… interactions…” he muttered, eyes narrowing. “Why would a creature seek such vulnerability? Why rely on… on another for comfort?” He practically spat the word, as if he couldn’t comprehend its meaning, and yet… something in his expression softened. His gaze flicked from the screen to you, eyes probing, intense. “Explain it to me,” he demanded, though his voice was quieter than before. “Why does your kind… choose this?”

The screen continued its cascade of images, and for a fleeting moment, Zim’s façade of unbreakable ego faltered. You could see the alien’s frustration—yet also a trace of reluctant curiosity, as if something in him was drawn to this strange phenomenon, against his own programming.

To make the setting feel more intimate while keeping Zim in character, you could gradually shift the focus from his cold, clinical approach to something that intrigues him on a more personal level. This builds tension naturally, as Zim becomes less of an “alien scientist” and more genuinely curious about you as an individual. Here’s how you could make that transition:

Zim stared at the screen, silent, as images of human intimacy—hands interlocking, gentle touches, close gazes—flashed across it. His intense eyes flicked back and forth, analyzing each scene with a growing sense of perplexity and, perhaps, the slightest hint of intrigue. For a few moments, he was still, deep in thought.

Then, as if reaching some decision, he abruptly turned the machine off. The room fell into a quiet hum, leaving only the faint glow of the monitor lighting the space between you.

Zim’s gaze shifted to you, his eyes a little softer, though still guarded. He spoke, his voice lower, more thoughtful than before. “These attachments…” he began, his usual confidence giving way to something almost hesitant, “are all a… choice? A decision you make?”

You nodded, unsure where he was leading with this question. He tilted his head, his antennae twitching as he continued to study you with that intense curiosity, but now it seemed more directed at you than the concept of “human pairing” itself.

“Humans willingly place themselves in such vulnerable situations,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. He took a hesitant step closer, his gaze flickering over you with both fascination and wariness. “They seek comfort… and understanding?” He sounded almost skeptical, as if he couldn’t quite believe that such things could be desirable.

The silence between you grew. Zim, though he usually carried himself with sharp arrogance, now seemed conflicted, unsure of how to proceed. You could sense his curiosity deepening, yet he was clearly out of his element.

“What would it…” His words trailed off, and for a moment, he just stared, a hint of vulnerability in his expression. “What would it mean,” he tried again, “for an Irken to… to attempt such an interaction?”

He sat down across from you, for once lacking his usual commanding posture. Instead, he looked almost… uncertain, a question in his eyes that he couldn’t quite bring himself to ask aloud.

“Explain it to me,” he whispered, his voice unusually soft, “this need to understand each other, to… to feel close.”

The quiet hum of the base faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in the dim glow. Zim’s sharp, alien features softened slightly in the shadows, and for the first time, he seemed to be listening, truly listening, waiting to hear your answer. This shift, subtle yet deeply personal, began to dissolve the clinical walls of his laboratory, creating a rare, vulnerable space for both of you.

“it's.. Hard to explain but.. “ you think for a moment, truly lost at the explanation yet it seemed he's so eager to know, to.. Experience it with you, it made your heart race and mind fuzzy at the thought of being with an alien.. Being with him.

“Yes.. People ‘pair’ together because they feel.. Love and trusting with them. And well, some pair for the.. Intimate expect of it” You explain the best you could we Zim seem interested in the last part “Intimate? Touching?” He spoke closing in on you, removing the helmet that he had for the machine

“Then present yourself to me, I'll be your filthy mate human” he spoke with authority as if demanding, yet you found no issue in it as his gloved hands reached out to touch your face before you leaned in to kiss him, catching him by surprise yet he kissed back, harshly too, wanting to dominate you as your invader.

He pulls you onto an examination table, the closest and clean surface as everything else is covered by machinery, his hands grip and pull at your clothing, Zim’s eyes were an intense, otherworldly red—sharp and brilliant, almost like the glow of molten metal. They held a fierce, focused light, their color shifting subtly with his emotions, flashing with irritation or narrowing in suspicion. In rare, unguarded moments, a softer glint would appear in them, like a spark dulled just slightly, as if he were capable of more than just calculated contempt.

When he looked at you now, the red had an almost hypnotic depth, somewhere between curiosity and a hint of something he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—admit. His gaze was piercing and unwavering, yet it held a new, cautious warmth, as though he were seeing you for the first time in a way he didn’t entirely understand. His leather gloves felt chillingly cold as he pulled your clothing off with a loud rip,disregarding any attachment you might've had to the outfit, now gazing down at your body with a hunger.

“Humans are..fascinating..” He murmurs as his hands down your body, groping and feeling before latching onto your neck, wanting to mark you, wanting to make you his. You couldn't help but moan and squirm under his touch, what surprised you the most was feeling something cold and wet against your thigh but before you could see what it was his lips crashed into yours, a harsh dominating kiss,his lips was cold as they mix with your warm lips.

His grip and kiss spoke volumes, he's in charge, he is your invader.

“Stay still human.. “ he spoke in a hiss, you feel the same cold feeling press against your wet hole, finally getting a look you see he had an ovipositor rather then a traditional cock. Within seconds he pushed in, his ovipositor easily slid into you with the lube like substance on it. His groans and growls muffled by your neck as he quickly picked up pace, fucking into you like an animal in heat, who knew a species made by machines could be so passionate and rough? Your moans mix with his as his ovipositor pulses, growing close he curses in his language before growling “cum with me human!” as up ur pussy clamps against his ovipositor it nestled deep within your waiting womb as you felt small gelatin like eggs push through and into your womb, after about 4 he would spurt a chilling cold cum to fill the rest of the space before pulling out. His hand holding onto your stomach, his young waiting inside

“You're mine now human~” he.. Purred almost as he held you close to him.

hi :) are you still doing requests? if so, some ryokira for the soul would be amazing 💛

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It's Not Time

Summary:

Time is precious and should be spent wisely, if anyone would know it was Ryo Asuka, he spent a lot of time subconsciously planning for world domination and unexpectedly met his soulmate, Akira Fudo.

Story Start:

It was a bright sunny day in the world of Ryo Asuka, he was awake bright and early as the sun raised behind him in his glass penthouse. He was typing away on his computer working away as he heard the noise of a door opening, he listened to the footsteps enter the kitchen, shuffle around and then exit. He tuned out the noises under 'Akira being noisy' and continued his work until he felt himself get lifted some as Akira slumped onto the couch next to him. "Are you working on a weekend Ryo? " he asked as if he didn't know already, this was a bad habbit of Ryos since they met as kids, well that and violence he seemed to be a bit over dramatic when it came to feelings.

"Yes." He replied bluntly as Akira made a face at his lack of enthusiasm towards his question, he was always dreary for a chance to talk about anything but his work as usual.

"I see what your problem is" he grumbled as he moved around so that he could lay down facing Ryos direction instead on the couch across his lap.

The man looked up from his phone at his boyfriend's words as Akira stretched one arm out over him and held his hand above his head, his other laid loosely on top of Ryos laptop keyboard. He frowned at his husband's behaviour before returning his eyes to his screen trying not to think about how weird it was for him to be so loving, he wasn't His thoughts were soon brought back again when he felt something cold being placed into his mouth which he knew too well had only been done because of the childish smile he let slip as he licked his lips clean and opened his mouth in an attempt to take it away. However he was unsuccessful in doing so and was soon left with a warm fuzzy feeling throughout his mouth as he watched Akira stand and walk around the room grabbing a few things to make breakfast. As much as Ryos tried he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that he wasn't able to get what he wanted, he would never admit it though. After finishing the first plate of cereal he walked over to the kitchen where his lover sat leaning against the counter eating yogurt, once he finished he grabbed a glass and drank it slowly before turning to face Akira and smiling at him before walking off to the bathroom for a shower.

Once dressed he made his way back to the kitchen where Akira was still waiting for the second plate, this time Ryos took hold of it and began to eat as Akira leaned against the island next to him and ate his cereal, he smiled happily at his partner who gave him an equally happy grin and leaned over to peck his cheek.

As Akira sat back to his normal position in the living room, his feet propped up against the coffee table Ryos sat on the sofa beside him, they'd been sitting like this for close to four hours now and neither of them were tired enough to fall asleep yet so they just sat and enjoyed each others company and talked while they were both content with their current situation. Ryo was currently laying curled up on the couch with his head on Akira's shoulder and one arm draped across his waist.

Akira turned his attention to the TV in front of them switching to a random channel, he reached over the back of the couch and ran his fingers through Ryo's hair before settling his palm against Ryos jaw to angle his head towards his side and kiss him lightly. When Akira finally pulled away he spoke softly and lovingly "I love you more than anything else, you are my entire universe Ryo"

My lovely made some head canons and ideas for our characters and I love them 🥰

Feel free to ignore this. Or enjoy 😌 I just wanna expand on @xxventiswindblumexx idea about their Archon of Death and Decay.

Fem! reader. Mention of Scara. Not really smutty but suggestive in one part. Full useless idea expansion appreciation and admiration information. It's a bunch of ignorable blah blah blah lol.

To say you were traumatized from head to toe was an understatement.

You were born with a Vision, your parents worshipping the God sword weapon, Muramasa.

You couldn't die

Dottore had taken advantage of your parents and the cult they belonged to tucked away deep in Inazuma. He said offer him a child that was born with a vision. It would be the only way to wake up Muramasa and give him a vessel.

He lied. He didn't expect his silly experiment to actually work.

Muramasa been stirring to life for years and years, waiting while you grew up, sensing the moment you were born.

For years and years you screamed in pain and bled and your body was pushed to it's absolute limits.

When Muramasa awakened, you told Dottore that one day, you would kill him and every single one of his clones. In fact, you promised. He said he couldn't wait. To please try anytime you like. That he would gladly rip Muramasa from your soul and force the sword back inside of you just to hear you scream and cry from pain.

You promptly headed to your village, slaughtered your parents and the entire cult and burnt the small village to the ground.

But not before the cult members tried to kill you. And take away your ability to ever have children.

You became a Fatui assassin. Turning down a Harbinger rank. It didn't interest you. For some reason.

You were dedicated and in love with Scaramouche. And he to you.

The Archon of Death and Decay was aware of you now.

She'd known Muramasa for decades.

He'd promised her that his precious vessel would be her loyal retainer. To treat her with care.

And in you burst in one day on orders to kill her.

She was stronger than you were, easily disarming you.

"Child, what are you doing here?"

You froze. She has such an imposing name. And she was beautiful. With a mother's face.

"You called me child? Ma'am, I can't die. Muramasa won't let me. I haven't been a child for many years." You replied, your resolve in completing your job fading.

Letting you sit up, she stroked your cheek with her thumb.

"So it's you," she murmured, hovering her hand over your stomach. She laughed, but out pity. "What a shame. You have been through a lot. And your lover really is..unique."

You clung to her the rest of the night.

Scaramouche was very threatened when you become the Archon's loyal retainer and advisor. "You aren't doing to steal her from me. She's mine, understood." He snarled one day.

She nodded. "Yes, yes, of course. But here, take these and give them to her as you like. She likes that."

Also gifted you a beautiful black horse.

Me when I found @hitomisuzuya and we became the bestest of friends ✨😌 putting two minds alike together to come up with the most vile smut we can think of 🤭

XIAOOOO

are we seeing him. ARE WE SEEING HIM. LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT HIS ARMS LOOK AT HIS HANDS LOOK AT HIS FACE UGHHHHHHHH I LOVE XIAO

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Amazing fic by my smut soulmate❤

❤Yandere Ghoul Nagito smut for Halloween ❤

Ghoul Yandere!Nagito x fem!reader. Smut. Cunilligus. Obsessive/ possessive behavior. Stalking. Orgasm denial. Mind breaky. Corruption.

My hands are gonna shake the entire time I type this. Nagito Komaeda, holy 😳 The love I have for this man is as collosal as my love for Scara. I am so scared I won't do him justice. *hides* I know no one is gonna see this.

You'd had no idea that Nagito Komaeda had been closer than you thought he was to you all night. If you moved to somewhere else at the party you were at, then so did he. He was determined to keep you in his sight all night.

It didn't help that you'd been cutting your fingers open on little things all night, a few times when you were trying to help your friend cut up apples earlier that night or cutting your finger on the edges opening something.

The smell of your blood and your scent had been hanging in the air all night. Nagito had to have you. You just smelled way too good, both you and your blood.

Essentially, since you were dressed in a sinful Little Red Riding Hood costume, he was the Big Bad Wolf coming for Little Riding Hood.

The way you smiled, the way you sort of covered your face with your hand when you laughed, the way the light shined off your hair, the way your hips swayed when you walked, how warm your skin looked, the way you giggled.

Everything about you was captivating and amusing at the same time. He wanted to take all of that and make it his. Every look, every laugh, every smile, it would be all for him and if he had his way only for him.

You didn't know how things could snowball out of control so fast, but you didn't care. It started with him coming out of the darkness on your way home from the party. He'd reached for your hand to lick the blood welling from one of the cuts on your fingers. His tongue lapping between your legs just felt too good.

Your blood tasted so sweet, igniting a dark desire within him.

Nagito's tongue was sloppy and wet on your cunt, his beautiful fingers digging possessive bruises into your thighs as he held them apart.

"To think someone like you would let trash like me dirty you so intimately with my tongue," He groaned like he'd been denied everything he'd ever wanted in his entire life, and now he was finally allowed to have the one taste he'd been craving. "It's so exhilarating.~ So thrilling~"

Your legs shook, your back arching off the bed as his lips latched around your clit, inserting three of his long, beautiful fingers inside of you at the same time he started sucking on your clit. You bucked your hips up, writhing on the bed as you pushed his face down onto your cunt.

Your whimpers and sobs of pleasure only made Nagito's cock throb more, making him rut desperately against the mattress. Squelching his fingers wetly in and out of you, scissoring your walls apart as he nudged them into your sweet, his tongue swirling around your clit, he proceeded to ruin every orgasm to suite his agenda.

"The hope that lights up in your eyes every time you think that maybe, just maybe I might let you cum is exquisite~ I need to see more of it~," This man had the most curious, hypnotic swirling to his eyes you'd ever seen.

The moment you'd met eyes with Nagito for the first time, he may as well have attached an invisible string around your heart, tugging and tugging little by little to lure you in with sweetly purred words and kind smiles.

"Please, Nagito, please! Not another one!" You cried out, pressing his mouth into your cunt. He vibrated a moan on your clit, laughing dark and drunk with lust. The look in your eyes, one desperate and so full of the purest hope he'd ever seen, he couldn't get enough of it.

"Say it~" Nagito purred, kitten licking your throbbing, swollen clit in a way that made you grind more needily up into his ministrations. "Say you'll be my precious, delicate pet~ Mine, all mine~ Your body, your blood, everything is all mine~," He nudged his fingers accurately into your sweet spot, groaning and moaning in bliss when your wet, warm walls clamped around his fingers.

"I'm yours, Nagito! I'm all yours, I promise!" You babbled, choking back sobs of pleasure, you'd lost count of how many orgasms that had built up before he'd ruined them. You were reeling, your head was spinning, your entire body quivering with the need to cum. "I'll be a good girl, I promise! Just please, let me cum!"

The fact that he was the one making you feel such intense pleasure, the fact that you needed trash like him to make you cum sent him reeling. His bruising fingers dug more into your flesh. It helped that you were soft, small, and oh so easily pliable.

Corruptible.

"Cum for me, pet~" Nagito purred appreciatively, giving your clit a few long, drawn out and ravenous sucks before you squirted on his tongue, tears of pleasure in your eyes at finally have gotten the release you needed. You didn't even hear yourself pleading for more.

And more Nagito was willing to give you. They say the perfect meal is human flesh for a ghoul. How wrong they were. His tongue lapped at your release, not wanting to waste a drop it was so precious.

He was going to take his time marking up every intimate part of your body. You are his now. His and no else's.

Someone send me requests for genshin because I need a reason to be distracted from my animation 😭 it's killing me, been at it for hours now. Pic of his smirking ass 🙄

Yandere Venti being jealous of Zhongli because Darling is in love with him and him only see Venti as "cute" and "adorable" see's Venti as a little brother not at all she's attracted Darling is simply memorized by Zhongli ((who could blame her))

Who could?? I couldn't 😌

Shout out to my bestie for keeping me motivated!

⚠WARNING⚠:Yandere tendacies, non-con, unprotected sex

The warm breeze of Mondstadt’s early spring filled the air, carrying the delicate aroma of blooming dandelions. You stood at the edge of Windrise, the towering oak tree casting a playful shadow over your figure. Venti sat perched on one of its sprawling roots, his lyre resting lazily in his lap. The soft hum of a tune died on his lips as you spoke, your voice tinged with excitement.

“Zhongli is incredible, don’t you think? He has this timeless wisdom... and the way he speaks—it’s like poetry in motion.” You smiled, your eyes distant as though picturing the Liyue Archon right there before you.

Venti’s fingers froze mid-strum. His usually carefree expression faltered for just a moment, but you didn’t notice.

“Ah, yes,” he said, forcing a laugh that came out a little too light. “Old man Zhongli... He certainly has a way with words. Probably from all those centuries of rehearsing.”

You chuckled, taking his comment as harmless jest. “Dont be so mean,” you replied, playfully nudging him. “Besides, I find his company really comforting—like he understands things on a deeper level.”

Something in Venti’s gaze shifted, the glimmer of mischief fading into something darker. He tilted his head, the playful breeze that always seemed to follow him growing still. “And what about my company?” he asked, his voice softer now.

You blinked, turning to look at him properly. “Yours?”

“Yes,” he said, his teal eyes locking onto yours. There was something unnervingly intense about his stare, like he was trying to read every thought in your mind. “Do you find my company comforting?”

“Of course I do,” you replied, brushing it off with a smile. “But it’s different. You’re like a little brother to me, Venti. I know I can always count on you to make me laugh when I’m feeling down.”

The words landed like shards of glass. Venti’s smile remained, but his grip on the lyre tightened until his knuckles turned white. A little brother.

The breeze stirred again, colder this time, wrapping around you like a warning. Venti’s voice was light as he said, “I see. It’s good to know how you see me, Y/N.”

There was something unnerving in the way he said your name, the casual affection you were so used to tinged with something sharper. But before you could reply, he sprang to his feet, his cheerful façade slipping back into place.

“Well then! Shall we return to Mondstadt?” He beamed, slinging the lyre over his back. “The taverns won’t empty themselves!”

You hesitated but nodded, brushing off the odd tension as nothing more than your imagination. Yet, as you walked ahead, Venti lingered behind, his gaze fixed on you with a mix of longing and possessiveness.

‘..She likes Zhongli..’ the thought repeated in his mind like a haunting melody. His carefree smile faltered for a moment, replaced by a shadowed scowl. But that’s okay... I’ll show her just how much better I can be.

As you and him returned to the town of Mondstadt he wanted to show you something ‘special’ making you laugh “oh? Sure what do you got in mind?” He would only giggle as he lead you to and up the statue of his, making you nervous since it is high up.

It was when you wasn't looking he approched, just as quick and quiet as the wind

“You love me right Y/N?” He asked sweetly before pushing you on your back against the hands of the statue, making your race race as he pine you down.

"Baby, I’d play my lyre until my fingers bled if it made you smile. Now, tell me—would you bleed for me?" He spoke in such a sweet tone as if this was a romantic evening yet it was far from it. He didn't wait for you to answer

“of course you would, my windblume, precious Y/N..no more speak of that.. Old lizard” still stinging at his heart

"Why let his name linger on your lips, my windblume? Am I not the only melody you need to sing?" His free hand downs while the other held your wrists as you struggled

“Venti- what-” “shhh don't speak, I'm the archon here~” with that you felt your lips become dry and couldn't speak as if he commanded your voice to be taken.

His soft but cold hand pulls and rips at your clothing, discarding them on an unsuspecting mondstadter walking late night.

His thumb rolls over her nipples wanting them to perk up, a sick but sly smile plays on his lips “so soft.. And so sweet too, as I expect from my windblume~” his lips connect with your breast, licking and swirling his tongue around it before biting it making you squirm.

Slowly his hand made its way down to your pussy, feeling and rubbing the slit, wanting to create more slick, after all it'll be harsh to go in dry.

“Go on my windblume, show me how much you love me~” pulling his already hardened and twitching cock out he rubbed it against her growing slick, making the head occasionally pop in before slipping back out with a slight whimper, he couldn't help himself he's been dreaming of this. As he presses the tip against your wet hole you squirm and try to speak but nothing comes out as he giggles

“Too late~” before pushing into you, pushing all the way to his hips, savoring the feeling with a beautiful moan he starts to rock his hips. As his hips start to buck faster you could see his elemental marks glow as he couldn't help but drool.

"Please, my windblume, say it—say you love me. I need to hear it, need to feel it. Tell me I’m the only one in your heart, or I might just break without you." He pants and moans out as he held your wrists with a tight grip, for getting his spell he out on, it didn't matter, he couldn't hold back his ‘love's for you, his cock twitching delightfully before gushing cum into your womb, his hips stayed against yours as he held you in a loving embrace, whispering bittersweet promises to you

“Even if the winds carry you far, I’ll follow, no matter where you go. Even if it hurts us both, I’ll never let you go."

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Thank you everyone for the love! And especially thank you to my Smut Soulmate for helping me get this far and for inspiring me! 🥰❤

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