notes. i offer profttore headcanons while i suffer on this train ride home for not packing extra lead to fill my damn pencil.. the one time i bring the damn portable battery it’s at the price of art supplies; blue pill red pill situation i guess or whatever
tw. semi-public sex, cockwarming, edging, degradation, praise, manipulation, sex toys, dumbification, oral ( dottore receiving ), hickeys, asphyxiation, deepthroating, size kink if you squint, age gap ( not too much but yeah ), possessiveness?
professor!dottore x gn!reader.
prof!dottore that’s being handed papers or having full blown conversations with colleagues while you’re underneath his desk, warming his cock with your mouth. make sure you don’t do anything funny, or it’ll cost you your final grade!
prof!dottore who makes you study by asking you questions while he’s balls deep inside of you, edging you by demanding descriptive and accurate responses.. unless you don’t want to cum?
prof!dottore who gives you after school tutoring but he’s fucking you beyond comprehension; what else does he want you to retain other than him? yet the man still has the audacity to inquire about the material you were supposed to be going over afterwards.
prof!dottore who notices your akademiya robes hugging your figure just a little more than it should, dropping things to bend down and pick them up with this look of innocence that he quickly fucks out of you once the last bell rings and it’s just the two of you in his office that he calls you to.
prof!dottore who watches you stumble into class the next day, inquiring in that pitying voice what kind of ‘after school activities’ you overexerted yourself with despite knowing full well what said activities were and who was responsible for them.
prof!dottore who dual wields praise and degradation in a way that has your insides fluttering like crazy even without his touches or presence.
prof!dottore that hovers over you while you study, articulating whispered concepts in such a backhanded way that has you clenching around absolutely nothing and fighting back every urge to grind against the seat. and when you dare glance up at him as though to question what he meant by what he was saying, he merely stared back as though having spoken about something as mundane as the weather or the gossip from the cafeteria.
prof!dottore that backs you up against the wall while no one is around or looking, capturing your chin in between his leather-clad fingers to pull your collar to the side while he presses a kiss long enough to leave behind a mark only known between the two of you.
prof!dottore who has papers to correct at home, and subjects you to warming his cock because you begged for something.. so he proposed this option until he finishes. but if you get, hm, a little daring — it’s the toy for you and if there’s a setting, it’s the lowest possible one. move again, and you’re getting zip out of him.
prof!dottore who sees you laughing with your fellow alumni, brushing them lightheartedly with the quickest, unnoticeable glance his way to see if he was looking, and orders you sternly to stay behind after class for ‘disrupting’. it was needless to say that you almost stayed home the next day after having your back blown out, were it not for his strict attendance looming so cruelly over your head. “mm, you wouldn’t want to be a bad student by sullying that beautiful record of yours, would you? it’d be so humiliating as well to be unable to answer my questions the following day, too..”
prof!dottore who could either pet your hair so sweetly while you give him head, or pull so cruelly, making sure to leave you gagging on his cock. and if it can’t fit all the way, don’t you worry — he’ll make sure it does.
prof!dottore who has to fight back from bending you over the damn table in the middle of class when you say sir, doctor or professor zandik in a way that shouldn’t be said in front of so many — knowing none of you could do anything until much later.
prof!dottore who plops himself down on your desk while he leans over to explain something, thighs mere centimeters away from brushing your hand — not to mention his ass.
prof!dottore who sends you off to class with a toy he’d made for stuffing you, controlling the pace from underneath his desk with the remote he designed to pair with it. it fluctuates in intensity, but he always brings it back to the slowest pace before you can quite finish or fall apart among your fellow classmates.
prof!dottore who can only hum and smirk to himself when you cry about him being too much or too big, but he just pushes himself deeper into you, purring ever so cruelly into your ear that you were so confident before about taking him, so you could surely live up to that provocation.
prof!dottore who has ruined you for anyone else because who else could fuck you as good as he could?
notes. bless im finally home as im posting this, fuck my stomach hurts so bad uwuueueeu save me doctor please i need this pain to cease
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Sometimes you have to make a small stop before coming home.
Reader feeling homesick and twisted wonderland boys comforting them
Featuring: deuce, rook, malleus, silver
Swan note: It’s been once more awhile since I last wrote something and it’s too late at night TT plus it’s been a while since I last was active on twst so beware that it might be ooc but I hope that some of you still enjoy it
Most would assume that homesickness hits hardest for you during the holidays, when the school hallways quiet down, no lessons or exams to attend and others leave to visit their loved ones. There’s no denying that you do get homesick during that time but not that much since despite the big decrease of students present during that time those holidays are still adventures and quite stressful sometimes. So your mind and thoughts are occupied. Homesickness tends to hit the hardest during those sleepless nights, where anyone else most likely is deep asleep you lay in bed with thought that’s only grow louder and louder. Memories becoming insufferable. So you call for the one you know will come, the one who understands and is happy to listen, to offer a shoulder like you do for others.
Deuce:
“I can’t imagine just how hard it is for you”, he’d mutter into your ear, you two had long settled on the couch, leaving grim to continue sleeping in peace. Deuce lack of comfort and understanding for such is painful obvious, one might argue if it was smart to call him in the first place but everything is better than silence, even the awkwardness that would follow. Noticing just how heavy the air seems to feel the blue head quickly try’s to lighten it. “Don’t worry though! I-I mean, I understand that you miss your real home, who wouldn’t after all! But… you got me now! And the others! And you have my word that soon the headmage will find a way to send you home!” He says rather enthusiastic, perhaps too much, chest puffed out and had pressed against it only to slowly dim in the quietness of the night. His gaze shifting towards you and in place of the determination and hope there’s a quiet sadness, perhaps some hope too. “Don’t forget us tho, because even if we might already be at home… you became the fireplace that warmed our hearts… especially mine… so please… keep coming to me and I’ll always try my hardest just like you do.”
Rook:
When he had received your message he appeared only minutes later, it was a bit scary, you didn’t even expect he’d still be awake at this time, then again it’s rook. He just appeared in front of the doorstep, hand raised to his chest with his usual smile and that French disbelief. Seconds later he had dragged you to the bathroom, a warm bubble bath filed which temperature he had felt to ensure it’s just like how you like, before helping you strip. “Homesickness is quite the tragedy, moi cherry! I cannot phantom just how it is for someone like you! But to not let your mind linger on that, let’s ease your body first and then soul.” With those words he helped you into the bathtub, a relieved sigh leaving you almost instantly at the warmth of the water, making rook smile softly. He proceeds to kneel beside the tube before start he starts to wet your hair. “Your hair is just magnificent! Not even vils most prized products could give people such a breathtaking result like your natural hair has. Just… magnifique!” Rook was always the best at making your thoughts drift away from home, instead replacing it with praises and all kinds of domestic stuff. Even if he isn’t the best at helping with homesickness directly, at least he’s amazing at pushing it aside to make warmth and gratitude take its place.
Malleus:
The dragon coming by during such late hours was already an acknowledge for you, been for quite a while now, so perhaps you decided to step outside for that exact reason at such a time. The air was cold, biting at your skin, the sleeping wear doin barely nothing to shield you from the harshness, yet you still remain sitting outside on the doorsteps. Malleus arrived soon after, it didn’t take him long to notice you and so he joined. At first he stood before you, tall and magnificent, a true royal, before settling down beside you on the steps when he learned the reason for your late night. His arm was around you, a blanket he had summoned on top you the two of you, he didn’t speak much, let you do the talking instead, let you pour it out, while he just held you, keeping you warm. “Sometimes you remind me of a gargoyle… magnificent and carefully created but most people don’t realize that, they’re so focused on looks that’s they don’t stop to think for a moment and take you in on a deeper level.” He spoke to you, voice soft and thumb rubbing circles on your shoulder, careful not to scratch with his nail. Malleus gaze had lingered on the stars on the sky for a while, you followed his gaze, before eventually looking down at your face. “You will be moved back and forth to new buildings, but you’ll fit the most to the one you were created at. After all you were suppose to fit to it. But that doesn’t mean that somewhere along the way you won’t find a place where you fit just as perfectly too. Let me be that place for you. Just like you became that place for me.”
Silver:
In a way he could understand you but at the same time couldn’t. Home and family was something he got to experience, he was grateful for that, though as he grew older the question of who his real parents were and where his true home laid tended to cross his mind. When you called him it was clear that you didn’t expect him to be awake, it was pure luck that he was, catching up on some homework and studying, even if it took great effort to remain awake, he came as quick as he could. Sleep no longer weightening on him, it’s as if he had left it behind in his dorm. You two were just laying in your bed, holding each other in your arms for warmth while grim was deep asleep by your legs. The only one who had found home on the journey rather than loose it. Silence stretched for a while between you two, silver rather unsure of what to say after hearing your worries. Though eventually he took a deep breath and decided to just try his best: “home… home can be all kind of things, a place, people, a thing… but it can also change. I used to think about my real home quite often… who are my real parents? Where was a I born? I wanted to know so badly, I felt almost incomplete with such unanswered questions. It took me so long to realize home is so much more than a mere title…” silver would whisper, voice getting that small drowsiness back as he pulls you close and looks you in the eyes. “It’s natural that you yearn and ache for the thing that made you feel so safe and warm in your world, having it now so far out of touch, it must be so awfully cruel. I couldn’t image what it’d be like to lose father and malleus and sebek. So please, let me carry that burned with you, let me try and distract you as much as possible so that hole in your breath is momentarily forgotten because life is so beautiful but those beautiful moments can easily drown in that hole, I don’t want that to happen to you. I want you to enjoy these memories and take those happy moments back home without the feeling of sadness clenching to them.”
Unpopular opinion: Dottore would never ignore you. Despite what some of y'all think. He would stop what he was doing and turn towards you to listen to whatever you want to talk about. He thinks it's disrespectful and a sign of showing someone that they are a waste of time. Especially someone like him, who has an academic and scientific background, knows how disrespectful it is. This is why he would do that to one of his subordinates, but NEVER to you lmao.
Nsfw under cut
He also never ignores you when you give him head. It's not like he even could. That loser is touch deprived, especially in the sexual field. He has no other choice but to look at the beauty on knees just for him. The way you look up at him with glassy eyes, hallow cheeks, and plump lips from all the kissing and sucking. That shit got him moaning and shuddering. He would caress your hair and face while you would work on him, and he'd be SO mesmerized too with his wet-licked lips parted. BJ's always end the same way. He would finish in your mouth, but before you could even swallow or spit it out, he would pull you off him and smash your lips with his. Smearing/sharing all of the cum in each others mouths. He is nasty like that.
Just my two cents on the idea that he would continue his paperwork unbothered while you please him with your mouth. Yea, that's not happening. In my humble opinion :).
Their lives were long, dragging out over generations, years pass by in the blink of an eye for them. Life’s were trivial. They saw so many in their own long living. Faces of those they met never linger in their memories, some fortunate people, who got their attention and interest, were recalled a few times by them but none of them stayed remembered by them for longer than ten years. Ten pitiful years. Most humans probably kept a dear person in memory till their own last breath. Such attachment was worthless to them.
Then you came. With your wit, stubbornness and determination. Arguing with them, disagreeing with their words despite them being laced with such correctness and knowledge, they spoke as if they did it themselves, as if they saw it happen and perhaps they did. You agreed unwillingly sometimes, sometimes not at all, leaving the debate open. At first they thought it’s just pride, foolish human pride but turns out you just liked to get on their nerves. They remember the first time they felt anger rise inside of them, something they hadn’t experienced in centuries, so easily coaxed out by you, and that smile you had tried to hide, tugging onto your face. A victory they didn’t even know was possible. That smile had ignited something in them, it felt like being reborn, at the end it turns out it was more of a seal. A punishment perhaps.
They found themself eager to see you again, days that were spent apart suddenly started to drag on like even decades couldn’t. The separation became too harsh and so they decided to keep you even closer. The day you two had exchanged those rings is etched in their mind, the kiss that followed felt like awakening in a field of blooming, exquisite flowers. If they close their eyes tight enough they can still feel your grin against their lips, they smile at that memory. Life became more… human for them, time seemed to slow down as they basked in the warmth and stubbornness of your love. They had forgotten that your lifespans are so different. That fact fell over them like a bucket of cold water when they the first noticed a single grey hair, they had stared at it as if it had personally insulted them and all their work, so quickly it was ripped out. You scolded them for that while rubbing your head, not understanding the punch they had felt in that moment. As more grey hair came and your skin began to slowly loosen on some spots they no longer could just ignore and rip it out. You had accept your aging with a soft laugh and smile while they wanted to run back to your first meeting. From then on time started to speed up for them, they blinked and suddenly you were years older, they tried not to blink. They remained the same as they have been for centuries while time was engraving itself into you. Soon your touch became weak, you had trouble doing things, a sad laugh would leave you as they helped, followed by your sad voice asking : “how can you still stay with me? I’ve grown old and ugly… you should find somebody new now, I won’t mind.” Those words filled them with such anger and hatred, not towards you but time. At themself for making you think they only were with you for your looks, you were so much more, you were their humanity, the drummer of their heart.
They cried when you couldn’t even get out of bed, body trembling like a little child’s as they clutch to the blanket covering you, your soft but weak hand softly rubbed their head as you whispered words of comfort. They had never cried before. Eventually they pulled themself enough together to lean up and kiss you softly, lips lingering in an attempt to seal your touch into their very soul, their usually sharp eyes suddenly didn’t know on what part of your face to focus. They wanted to remember everything about you till they knew you better than themself. As your thumb rubbed the skin beneath their eyes their eyelids lowered and they blinked. As they then leaned back down to kiss you once more their lips meet cold stone, the cold metal of your ring held tightly in their hand, clenching so hard it should’ve hurt but they couldn’t feel anything except numbness. Death was never something they had cared for, never thought of the possibility of dying but now it felt as if you had killed them with your last strength. Life had banished from them and they had returned back to the cycle of nothing -of tasteless time-. They had to rip themself from your gravestone, the only thing in mind, that kept them going, was to possibly of finding and returning to you. They’re more than willing to wait millennials to find you again, to feel the warm rays of your love and your soft touch. Hear that sharp tongue and see those determined eyes. They will find you. They have to reunite with you, that’s their only purpose and once they do they will either have you by their side till the world ceases to exist or join you in death because you’re the only life they have.
Outro what do you think of siscon dottore baby trapping mc...best of both worlds
sisconttore,,,, b b b b b b b babytrapping double whammy,,,,,,, this ascended me to celestia,,,
; stepcest, baby trapping, mentions of noncon
family is a near incomprehensible notion to a lonely man like zandik. he understands it, but has never experienced this... warmth that they speak of in a family. of course, these sentiments were all prior to meeting you, his dear sister, and he now understands why humans are willing to give up so much just for their family.
he thinks that, should he be forced to choose, he would always pick his sister over anything else. the love you give him is a paragon, and so it's only right for him to place you above all.
you two are family, an older brother and an adoptive younger sister, but not an idealized nuclear one composed of both parents and their children. that is what most people refer to when they say family, right?
zandik wants to know what a nuclear family would be like, too. wants to experience it himself - to dress his sister up and attach the title of 'mother' onto you with no prior warning whatsoever, and watch you nurse a budding babe in your arms until they grow up to rival his intellect.
he asks you about your previous life: did you know who your parents were? were they present in your life? what were they like raising you? any siblings? do you think they're alive out there?
...do you prefer your old family, compared to your only brother now?
his actions onward will depend on your answer, but it will result in baby trapping either way.
yes, i do miss them, will cause your brother to snarl in disdain. after all he has done for you, taught you, loved you for your broken self, you still prefer your biological one who essentially abandoned you? nostalgia is a thief of human happiness, for you cannot let go of the past, no matter how much he urges you to. his way of baby trapping is purposely nonconsensual; intent on not giving you any form of cushioning (no aphrodisiac, no numbing potion, etc.) as he bullies his way inside you, muffling your protests with his invasive tongue. please understand that this rough way of impregnating you isn't a punishment. it's simply to show you that he could've been this careless handling your body all along, he just chose not to out of love. when his seed takes, and your child is born, he expects you to change your mind by that time.
no, i have you now brother, gives way to a moment of vulnerability. while dottore (namely zandik) normally has emotional detachment regarding everything, you are the anomaly who managed to restart his heart and made it beat to your own rhythm. and he's... satisfied that the one who holds his heart cares for it greatly. for a while, he believed that it was just him putting in the effort in your sibling relationship, and that didn't bother him. but to see you reciprocate it, referring to him as your brother while placing him above your biological family in the same sentence... it leaves him hot and bothered. 90% possibility that he takes you then and there on the floor of his lab, exchanging globs of spit as he desperately unbuttons his pants. please sister, for his utmost joy, get pregnant so you can all live as a happy family. :)
i have more things to get you out of writers block trust trust.
write HCs about how The big men of genshin (neuvi, wrio, varka, zhongli, flins, childe.) okay u dont have to do all of them.
act when they are high as hell with you. Wouldnt that be a silly little idea.
Swan note: It’s so random but I love it, thx for the idea, I had fun writing it
The men getting high as the sky 🍃 (Varka, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Flins n Childe)
-> Varka - already far too many drinks in - doesn’t hesitate for even a second when someone pulls out something to smoke. He accepts it and lights it up without a thought. It takes two or three joints before he’s actually high. After that, he either keeps wandering off, doing his own stuff - each idea dumber than the last - or he ends up curled in a corner, completely spaced out and feeling sick. The only comfort he finds is your soft hands running through his hair and you pull him against your chest. It takes only seconds in that warm embrace before his feelings - his worries about you - start spilling from his lips like a waterfall. The ever-cheerful Grand Master, suddenly riddled with concern, no matter how much you reassure him that everything is okay.
-> Wriothesley gets high often, so no one would really notice these days if it weren’t for how red his eyes get. He acts as usual, does his work and keeps a sharp eye on everything despite the effects, though his posture is more relaxed and he’s generally a bit more easygoing. He also gets rather touchy, always trying to keep a hand on you if you’re nearby, and laughing a little too hard whenever you tell him something funny. His hand might “slip” and land somewhere more intimate, to which his grin only gets cheekier and he puts his hands up in defeat when you start scolding him lightly.
-> Neuvillette isn’t one to try any kind of drug - and he surely never will on his own. The only reason he ever got high, or something close to it, is because of Sigewinne. The little Melusine had prepared a tea for him, insisting he tries it since it was meant to help him relax and calm his mind. A kind gesture… though she underestimated the intensity of the plants, leaving the Iudex far too relaxed. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but it is strange to see him laid back in his chair, staring at nothing in particular. He barely acknowledges anyone, and it takes even you several attempts to catch his attention. When you finally do, his lips tug into a shy smile before he buries his face in the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around your waist. He doesn’t let go as he slowly drifts off to sleep.
-> Flins probably just found a pretty stone - far too happy with his discovery to notice the barely perceptible curse clinging to it. Once he picked it up, his mind went whoosh, and suddenly he was all smiles. His eyes stay half-lidded, that soft, constant smile never leaving his face - he’s literally ☺️ the entire time. Giggling at everything you say and even more flirty than usual, always needing to keep a hand on you. His fingers will trail lazily over whatever part of you he’s holding at the moment, and he leans against you like a content, lazy cat, perfectly happy to stay where he is. If you try to leave him for a moment he’d just follow after you, refusing to let you out of arm’s length.
-> Childe isn’t usually one for drugs, but curiosity gets the better of him - he wants to see just how well he can fight while stoned. Turns out… he’s a mess, in fact he’s rather horrible. Barely able to keep his balance, he needs your help just to stay upright and avoid slamming face first into the ground. He gets loud, too - randomly declaring his unwavering loyalty to the Tsaritsa one moment, then loudly professing his undying love for you the next. Eventually, his thoughts drift to his siblings, and he keeps trying to leave to go see them. When you stop him, he turns whiny and upset, unable to understand why visiting them right now is a bad idea, no matter how gently you try to explain it. In protest he’d just put his whole body weight on you, like an unruly child, if you two fall cause of him, he’d just laugh smugly.
Swan note: Something quick and small to help get out of my writers block, prolly mid 🙂↕️
Something about big, tuff men who seem so scary and unapproachable but are actually sweethearts.
-> Wriothesley as the duke, his big arms covered in scars, each one telling its own story - proof of what he went through and rose from victorious. Those tired, sharp eyes miss nothing. His whole appearance screams that he wouldn’t mind getting his hands dirty if needed, yet those same hands hesitate before touching you, and when they do, the touch is feather-light, as if he’s afraid that even a bit more pressure might break you. Press a kiss to the scar beneath his eye, and he becomes weak.
-> Capitano, known as the First Harbinger - his title alone commands respect. Even without knowing who he is, one look at him makes it clear he’s not someone to cross if you value your life. He’s quiet most of the time, but when he’s with you, he becomes silent. His gaze lingers on you from behind the mask, his arms holding you protectively, the way one would shield a delicate flower from the wind. He nurtures you, fulfills your wishes without a word, all just to bask in your smile and warmth a little longer. Because in those moments, if only for a split second, he finds himself at ease.
-> Varka - he’s not really scary, but he’s still a figure of respect. Rough hands that can lift heavy things without any trouble at all (just look at how fast he swings his claymore). So lifting you up is easy peasy. His confidence is loud, bigger than himself, but once you’re straddling his lap, fingers tracing his scars, he turns mushy. The usually boisterous Grand Master goes quiet, the tips of his ears flushing a soft pink—not because of the alcohol. Give his ear a gentle nibble and his whole face blooms red as he suddenly finds himself stammering and stumbling over his words.
May I request dire crowley x male reader who acts rather affectionate? I do believe Crowley himself would be an affectionate lover so imagine him with a lover that’s also affectionate and it’s just them both acting clingy in different moments.
Mon chéri!
-> male reader
Warnings: perhaps ooc
Swan note: Apologies for the long wait, I’ve been inactive for a while and just returned, so my writing is probably crusty but I hope you still enjoy it.
- Crowley is a sucker for gift giving, tho not extremely fancy ones, he’s too careful with his money for that, but trinkets. Whenever he sees something shiny like a bottle cap, stone or such, something in his brain clicks. He’ll appear in front of you, the feathers on his shoulders slightly puffed as he holds the, for everyone else seeming trash, out with such pride one would see in a child presenting a self made gift to their parent. At the start of the relationship, whenever you’d reach out to take the trinket, a small flicker of nervousness had lighten in Crowleys eyes, just for a moment he’d question if you’d find him too weird, his gift a joke. His worries had been immediately gone the moment he saw your lips tug into a smile and you grabbing his hand to press a kiss against his palm before nuzzling into it. It had send his pulse up so quickly. Since then on the headmage would try to find trinkets nearly daily, knowing that as a “thank you” a kiss would await him, sometimes more. It makes him nearly tip over when your kiss is followed by a small lick against his chin this time.
- Praises are a thing that get Crowley weak and his brain go mush, even more than usual. Dire enjoys speaking of himself in a higher way, praising his skills and voicing how kind he is to others. But there’s nothing better than to have his boyfriend in his lap, the soft, deep voice whispering to him all the confirmations he’s seeking. “Hm… you’re such a kind and beautiful man, dire. How lucky I am to have you”, you whisper into his ear this time, a soft blush already covering the tips of the ears as Crowley lets out a whine of protest. “Ah- indeed but I’m just as lucky to have you, mon chérie.” Hearing the soft laugh leaving your lips makes Crowley pry his eyes slightly open before he immediately shuts them when he feels the soft blow you give his ear. Followed by words in that raspy voice that you know he loves. “You’re so good to me, my crow. How I adore you.”
- During school hours just grab Crowley by his tie, he’s gonna be sticking around you most of the time anyways, so finding him in your free time is no problem. The moment you grab him the headmage immediately gets all giddy, already knowing what’s gonna come, and so he quickly follows you into a seclude place. His hands grab your waist as your own hands cup his cheeks, pushing the mask slowly up to reveal his entire face, only for you to see. “Missed you…”, you mutter softly as you lean closer. One kiss to his cheek. “I prefer your loudness over the students loudness”, a second kiss to his other cheek. “How’s your day so far?”, another to his nose before the fourth kiss is pressed on his chin. Slowly getting closer to where he wants your lips next. Crowleys eyes are lowered, their yellow color now seeming darker and cheeks covered with a soft pink hue, giving his pale skin that pretty color. “Missed me too?”, you tease softly as you smirk, now leaning to his lips but not quite meeting them. It takes a moment before the mage finds his voice, “of course, my love.” His lips remain slightly parted as he leans down a bit, finally you close the gap between your lips. A soft sigh leaves Crowley and he leans closer when he feels your hands slide up his chest and wrap around his neck. Once you two pull away from the kiss dire buries his face in the crook of your neck. “Why don’t you come with me to my office, pretty boy? I’ll say I needed your help if anyone asks.”
- “Hm… dire”, your muffled voice vibrates against the headmages back as your arms circle around him from behind and your face presses against his back. “What’s the matter, dove?”, a hint of confusion fills crowleys voice as he puts a hand over yours. “Nothing, I just want to say that I love you.” Dire becomes still before he quickly spins in your hold, arms locking around you now as that familiar cheeky, happy grin forms on his face. “Oh- my love, how you warm my heart with your words! I love you too.”
The brats who keep on running their mouth with snarky comments and mocking words, looking down on you with a gaze that almost says “I’m better than you”. The audacity! You certainly didn’t train them to be like this so it’s time to remind them of their actual place. The brat boys don’t care if you decide to punish them in private or semi public just as long as they have your hands on them they’re happy since their plan worked out. At first they keep up their though, prideful act for just a few moments longer but they soon grumble under your touch. Their usual sharp eyes rolling into the back of their head while instead of snarky remarks slutty and desperate moans spill of their lips. Followed by an prayer of your name.
“Oh- oh yes! Mh… please a bit more! I promise I’ll be nicer-“ they moan as your fingers relentlessly use their hole while your mouth and tongue abuse their nipples, turning them all swollen.
-> Kaeya, Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Ayato, Al Haitam, Wanderer,
The big, though guys who look like they’re gonna kill you just for breathing the wrong way but all they want is to be pampered and adored! What’s more fun than taming brats? Right! Seeing such a though guy getting all flustered and small beneath you! They don’t really dare to ask you to indulge in their desires but with how they would sometimes end up looking so desperately makes it all clear. So as fast as possible you drag them away, peel their clothes off while kissing them till they need air. Their rough hands would desperately hold onto anything while your hands softly caress down their body and trace their scars with such affection. A chocked moan leaves their lips when your hand finally wraps around their needy dick. They come nearly immediately! But you don’t let them, even good boys get some teasing. So slowly you lick their tip and finger their hole, taking your sweet time till their legs are shaking from need.
“A-ah..! W-wait- you don’t need to- oh… oh, yes. Don’t stop, love…” their voices would sing, at first hesitant before they slowly gain more confidence and gladly loose themselves in your caress.
-> Diluc, Itto, Capitano, Wriothesley, Zhongli
And of course the simple and soft bottoms who have their face pressed against a pillow, face flushed and breathing heavy as they hold their ass up for you. Like they’re showcasing. They already got themselves prepared for you, having been waiting for this moment nearly the entire day now. They’re just so tensed and tired from work so when you said you’d take good care of them tonight they nearly leaped! As you finally begin to caress up their thighs to their hips and back down, one of their hands finds their painfully hard election, palming and touching themselves as you finally push one finger in.
“Hah… I’ve been waiting for this… I really need it- need you.. so please, don’t make me wait any longer…” whispered confessions would fall off their lips as they pull you closer for another kiss. Their body’s ach under your touch as they urge you on to finally dim this burning flame.
