stoic respectful knight™️ losing his composure and cool because he can’t help the perverted thoughts crossing his mind while teaching you self defense, so he flips you on your stomach and leans into your ear ‘are you done playing around now?’ while pressing his weight into you
mary had a little lamb little lamb little lamb mary had a little lamb its fleece was white as snow
when he’s teaching you self defense and greatly enjoys how often he gets to knock you on your ass so you have to stare up at him, or pin you down with a big hand holding both of your wrists above your head, or hold you against him with an arm around your neck with your body squirming against his
"you're disgusting," as you wrap your legs around his ass. "stop cumming in me-- oh, my god--"
"Stop cumming on my cock!" he's ramming into you as hard as he can, slamming the headboard into the wall with every stroke. "cant pull out when you're dr-dripping down my balls and... god, fuck, when your body does that-"
his head dips down to suck your tits into his mouth and the sensation makes your body twitch and kick-
warmth pulses inside you
"I can feel it, that's so gross," you whine. "i hate you-"
Helloooo Nyssa <3 if you feel like it,, I'm sending you march 7th + petplay for the drabble event ! Thank you sm + but no pressure +++ have the nicest week mwah 💚
Lark my beloved ♡ march would be such a good little puppy girl i almost combusted 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
cw: mdni! gn!reader, petplay, fingering, mentions of butt plugs, praise
March knelt on the bed in nothing but that pale pink collar and a matching fluffy tail plug, the small bell on her collar jingling every time she moved. You sat back against the pillows and admired her while staying fully dressed as you crooked your index finger to beckon her closer. She crawled forward like the good puppy she was, with pink dusted over her cheeks and eyes bright with eager obedience.
"Closer," you mused and she obeyed, crawling closer until her cheek rested against your thigh, the sound of the small bell suffocating against the fabric of your pants. Gently you reached out to stroke her hair before leaning forward to give her tail a gentle tug, causing her to whimper as her hips twitched helplessly.
"Wag for me," you commanded with a soft voice.
She obediently moved her hips, each wag making her feel the butt plug inside of her, the small bell on her collar jingling with every movement. Your fingers slid between her legs only to find her already slick as you rubbed slow, teasing circles over her clit while she stayed perfectly still for you on hands and knees.
"Such a good pet," you mumbled and gently pushed two of your fingers into her entrance. March moaned and tumbled forward, resting her head against your thigh while her hips rocked into your hand. You kept the pace slow and almost lazy, never giving her enough until her thighs trembled and her little moans started to sound absolutely desperate.
"Not yet. Good girls wait until they're told," you mused and pulled your fingers out of her, leaving her wanting more.
✩ neuvillette x fem!reader
— ft. crying, unexperienced, corruption switch neuvi, established relationship.
you can see it, the way he's trying to hold his poise. the way he's resisting, he can't let himself slip and shatter that unbreakable, impartial persona of the chief justice. but with the way he's softly bucking his hips up into you, the way he's clutching onto your waist as you rock on top of him, he's shedding his stoicism and surrendering to you.
"ah, darling...please," he near-whimpers, completely submitting to your unfair hips, the way you swerved and swirled on top of him was entrancing, and he was so close to completely losing himself.
tears of pleasure sting the corners of his eyes, leaving shimmering streaks on his porcelain face. his trembling, slender hands find solace on your hips, as you grant him his first addictive taste of sickly-sweet sin. he's weeping; at the foreign, burning-hot sensation twisting his stomach, at your beauty, how absolutely perfect you look right now, how impossibly good you feel around him.
he's almost unbelievably big, not having a partner to please for so many years of his life, stretching you in all the right places. his cock matches his own behaviour, weeping, leaking as it slams against your cervix with every bounce of your skilled hips.the tips of his pointed ears burn crimson, matching his face, and he's trying to keep up with your pace, to meet you halfway when you sink your sweet walls back down around his aching cock.
"please what, neuvi?" you ask him lovingly.
he steals a kiss when you raise your hips, melting into your lips, his hands flying away from your waist to tenderly hold your face. neuvillette doesn't know what to do with himself; usually he's in such ultimate control, but he finds it so easy to submit to you, to trust you with making him feel like a different man.
"i want to -ah- help... my love, please," he's incoherent, mumbling out nonsense as he chases the sweetness of your lips again, working his tongue against yours.
he never expected his first time to be with a mortal, so hurriedly, in a space as public as his office. sexually repressed for hundreds of years, neuvillette didn't exactly know what to expect when he finally did lie with another, but god, he could never have anticipated how good it would feel.
ocean eyes look up at you in adoration, and he wonders if this is what devotion feels like. deliciously hot pleasure coils in his stomach, and he's crying at the sensation of you. he doesn't even try to hide it, red-faced, sniffling as if he was mourning something. and perhaps, he was; mourning the chaste man he used to be, a short hour ago. maybe his pretty face burned with shame, or maybe he really just couldn't handle how perfect you were.
you lean down against his ear, stilling his hips and pulling an uncharacteristic whine from his glossy lips.
"fuck me, then," you smile. and it doesn't take anything more than that for him to firmly place his hands back onto your hips and lift you into his arms, pressing you down against his desk, legs wrapped around his waist.
"is this good, m-my love..?" pale hips slam against yours with a much better rhythm this time, bottoming out with every thrust so quickly, you could barely savour the sweet, big stretch he caused every time.
neuvillette's tears trickle down and hit your face like a gentle passing storm, totally enraptured by how you feel. your nails find solace in his back, leaving red crescents on his skin. his hips stutter, and he chokes, "please, darling... i...i can't handle it.."
his cock drags between your folds, and he doesn't know what to tell you, poor thing, he just feels it, his orgasm crashing down on him like harsh waves. "i'm-!" is all he can manage before flooding your pussy with searing-hot ropes of cum, and he can't stop there, fucking every drop deeper inside you.
the iudex collapses on top of you, his hair falling over his shoulders, panting, and still crying at the sensation, chasing his high as he pins your arms above your head. he plants another sweet kiss to your lips. and this was just the beginning; you've just introduced him to his newest addiction.
SYNOPSIS: Neuvillette finds himself itching to break the sacred rule of No Nut November after naïvely indulging in aphrodisiac-laced chocolates gifted by Sigewinne—a popular craze among young Fontanian adults.
CONTENT WARNING: explicit smut (mdni), unprotected sex, creampie, porn w/o plot, p in v, use of aphrodisiacs (m), neuvillette has two cocks, neuvillette uses his cane as a makeshift leg spreader bar, pet names, wriothesley cameo, sigewinne mention, not beta read
WORD COUNT: 5.4k
NOTES: this is a repost from my old blog and was from my nnn event last year :3
For Neuvillette, the month of November was nothing significant to say the least—his job continued, overseeing trials, sorting out documents, meeting with important people, and more workload now that Lady Furina had stepped down from archon hood; so, when you had come into his office one day, talking about how a certain trend spread like fire across Teyvat, Neuvillette was rather intrigued.
It had a weird name—No Nut November—and couldn’t quite wrap his mind around the idea based on the name alone.
He remembered how you explained to him Fontanians, and people of other nations were to engage in No Nut November which was to participate in sexual abstinence.
Naturally, the idea was all bizarre to him—not because he thought he couldn’t do it but more so the fact that it was natural for humans to engage in intercourse, same goes for his kind as well.
Neuvillette couldn’t see the significance of such a trend, and why humans were participating but who was he to deny your proposal of a challenge?
After all, there was no harm involved, he figured it would help him understand human customs a little better despite the it’s strangeness in nature.
Situated behind his desk, Neuvillette let out a deep sigh, letting the papers in his hand fall onto the wooden desk beneath before rubbing his temples.
“Stressed, Monsieur?”
A familiar, teasing voice sliced through the suffocating silence of the Iudex’s office.
Neuvillette looked up from his desk, greeted by a friendly figure.
The former was too focused on the case materials before him that he hadn’t realised the presence of another,
“Wriothesley. I’m rather surprised to see you.”
The raven-haired male was clad in his usual attire, heavy obsidian boots sounding with each step taken against the carpeted floors.
“Ah, you’re not the only one.” Wriothesley chuckled, recalling his encounter with Sedene just mere seconds ago, who looked like she had just seen a ghost.
Before Neuvillette could inquire about the sudden visit, the former beat him to it,
“Don’t worry, I won’t take up much of your time. I’m here because Sigewinne had given me an errand to run. She got these for you.”
Taking a couple steps closer to Neuvillette’s desk, Wriothesley placed a small box atop the case papers.
Carefully wrapped in an ivory satin ribbon, the azure container was adorned with intricate designs in gold that shone beneath the afternoon sun, neatly decorated chocolates peeked from the plastic window of the lid.
The Chief Justice subtly raised his brows in amusement, he wasn’t one to indulge in chocolate nor was he a sweet tooth but nonetheless, he appreciated Sigewinne’s thoughtful gesture.
“That is very kind, please thank her for me.”
Watching the way Neuvillette’s expression morphed into a naïve smile, Wriothesley crossed his arms over his chest,
“Say, Monsieur, have you heard of the craze among young Fontanian adults right now?”
He most likely already knew the Iudex’s answer to the question but what was life without a little teasing?
With how the popular sweet has been making rounds across Fontaine, it would be near impossible for anyone to be clueless about it but at the end of the day, Neuvillette was Neuvillette, probably the busiest man in all of Fontaine which is why Sigewinne had to intervene with the chocolates.
The head nurse didn’t have to physically see the Iudex to tell how much he’s been overworking himself nor was a simple order from her was going to stop him.
So, what better way to disguise a remedy with something simple? Basically akin to administering medication to a pet concealed as a tasty treat
Sexual intercourse was the fastest—and best—way to relieve him of his stress.
Sigewinne hoped for the Iudex to pardon her complete brazenness but he was as stubborn as a rock, and took her orders about resting rather lightly.
Naturally, Neuvillette shook his head with a light chuckle, a tinge of interest seeping its way into his skin,
“I believe I’ve heard her talk about it but the details must have slipped my mind.”
A subtle blush blanketed the Chief Justice’s pale cheeks at the mention of his lover, you. Wriothesley’s lips stretched into a teasing smile—one which the former paid no attention to.
“Well, would you ever try an aphrodisiac?” At Neuvillette’s baffled expression, the younger male bit the inside of his cheeks, biting back a hearty laugh.
“An aphrodisiac, you say? Substances that—”
“That increases one’s libido, yes.”
Wriothesley cut him off, tease practically dripping from his tone.
Neuvillette was a man capable of many things, an esteemed individual once he’s in court but when it came to much simpler matters, the Chief Justice was nothing but clueless, especially regarding human customs that are a bit harder to wrap one’s head around.
“I’m afraid I have no such time for trivial things.”
The Iudex shook his head once more, this time dismissively waving a gloved hand at his friend.
He cleared his throat, the blush on his cheeks deepening into a crimson hue—Neuvillette wasn’t going to say it out loud, especially not in front of Wriothesley but he deemed himself more than capable of maintaining his sexual desires and performances, you were enough proof.
Wriothesley left it at that, his friend may just end up as red as a tomato if he prodded around the topic any further. Needless to say, amusement filled him to the brim, “Alright. It was nice chatting with you Monsieur. I believe Sigewinne also left a small note there—”
The latter looked down at the box. Indeed, there was a small piece of paper neatly folded and tucked beneath the ivory ribbon.
“—do heed her letter.” With that, Wriothesley dipped his chin, sauntering over to the double doors.
Reaching for the handle, the Duke stopped in his tracks, he looked over his shoulder, icy cerulean gaze full of mischief, “Oh, and I hope you two enjoy—the chocolates, I mean.”
With that, he left the office, leaving Neuvillette to his thoughts.
The day went by rather quickly, the azure skies turning into golden hues of oranges and yellows as the sun bid farewell to its people, disappearing below the horizon.
The chocolates from Sigewinne remained untouched on the corner of Neuvillette’s desk, it watched as stars decorated the night sky; though, as the Chief Justice retired for the evening, he grabbed the box of sweets before heading out.
Neuvillette figured he’d share them with you at home.
Greeted with silent darkness, he was suddenly reminded of your words this morning at breakfast:
‘Oh, I have work dinner later, my love; so, I won’t be eating here. We’re celebrating a company milestone.’
Conveniently enough, Neuvillette had already eaten at his office before leaving so he won’t have the pleasure of sitting across an empty seat at the dining table.
Getting ready for the chilly night ahead, Neuvillette changed into his evening attire after taking a warm bath, he donned silken azure pyjamas paired with a fluffy ivory robe.
His silver strands cascaded down the length of his spine, the cerulean bow, and golden hair clips he usually wore were neatly tucked away inside his jewellery box.
Situated on the love seat, Neuvillette casually flipped through case documents inside a brown paper folder.
The fireplace across him was ablaze with hues of oranges and reds, casting a citrine glow upon the dimly lit living room.
As flames danced atop dry wood, the dulcet sound of classical music poured from the record player, filling the space with its tunes.
After minutes of skimming and scanning the documents, he reached for the box of sweets next to his lap, taking time to read Sigewinne’s carefully written note:
Monsieur Neuvillette, I’ve acquired these sweets for you, and her! I figured these would help you loosen up a little so please do not shy away from consuming as much as you want. Make sure to share them with her as well. Enjoy!
Love, Sigewinne
A warm smile spread across Neuvillette’s face, and despite his better judgement of waiting for you to come home and indulge in the taste of chocolate together, he figured one piece wouldn’t hurt to try alone, right?
With the moon high up in the obsidian night sky, you walked down the cobblestone footpath that led closer to yours and Neuvillette’s shared space, the evening breeze gently caressing the apple of your cheeks.
Work dinner had just concluded at Hotel Debord which housed a lovely singer who put on a dazzling performance.
By now, the streets of the Court of Fontaine were more deserted as people retired to their homes for the night, shop owners here and there packed away their respective signage, their stores devoid of any customers.
With each step leading closer to home, you soon found yourself in front of your home, keys jingling between your fingers as you unlocked the front door.
From the entrance hallway, warm hues greeted you like an embrace, hinting at the ablazed fireplace in the living room.
“My love? I’m home.”
You called out to Neuvillette while skilfully removing your shoes, and neatly placed them beside his own.
Met with silence, you figured he either must be occupied with something or must have fallen asleep while waiting for your return.
You sauntered over to the end of the entrance hallway, making your way to the living room, and as you got closer, melodic sounds engulfed your senses—you recognized it, Neuvillette’s favourite classical music.
Turning the corner, you were greeted with a rather interesting sight, a wave of concern washing over you,
“Neuvi—Are you okay?”
Seated on the love seat was Neuvillette, his left elbow propped on its arm rest, face hiding behind his hand.
A deep crimson blush painted his handsome face, intensified by the reds and oranges that the fireplace emitted.
He sat there looking flustered, chest heaving up and down as he took heavy breaths.
Drinking in the view, you noticed documents sprawled across the empty space next to him but what really caught your eye was the intricately designed box resting on his right thigh.
The box had its lid intact yet the loose ivory ribbon draped over his thigh hinted he had previously opened it.
Upon closer inspection, you realised it's familiar packaging, a co-worker had shown it to you the other day, telling you how her and her boyfriend have been dying to try the popular chocolates—chocolates laced with a potent aphrodisiac.
Your gaze made its way back to Neuvillette—who was still breathing heavily on the love seat—now noticing the prominent tent beneath his silken pants, the azure fabric was flimsy and delicate which left little to your imagination.
Pushing away the impure thoughts that snaked its way into your mind, you kneeled before your lover with a concerned expression,
“My love, who gave these to you?”
Knowing Neuvillette, he most likely consumed the chocolates without knowing its true contents simply because he wasn’t aware of the trivial things that humans indulged themselves in.
He let out a pained groan, shaky and vulnerable as he shifted in his seat,
“Forgive me, ma chérie. This is improper of me.”
With trembling hands, Neuvillette covered his throbbing groin, completely embarrassed that you had to see him in such a state.
Truth be told, he didn’t know what came over him—a chocolate or two was all he had, and the next thing he knew, his skin burned like a thousand suns as blood rushed down, down, down to his cock.
The very core of Neuvillette’s body churned with desire—carnal desire—and as each second passed, each tick of the ivory wall clock, the uncomfortable yearn between his legs grew.
A light sheen of sweat coated his feverish forehead, as though he was experiencing a fever, and whatever this was, it heightened all five of his senses.
From your voice sounding like it dripped with pure honey, all the way to the saccharine scent of your body, Neuvillette was driven mad with lust.
It didn’t help how you kneeled before him, and gently caressed his thigh, a poor attempt of comfort because it brought nothing but waves of icy shudders down the length of his spine. Sensitive.
His body was completely sensitive to any external stimuli, and if you rubbed his leg any further, he might just come undone.
An embarrassing thought.
Neuvillette was pathetically needy. How preposterous, the high esteemed Iudex of Fontaine reduced to nothing but a lust-driven man eager to shove his aching cock deep in your velvety walls.
The subtle buck of his hips against the thick air; the way he swallowed breathless whimpers at your touch; the violent throbbing between his legs, he was beyond irredeemable.
With another grunt, Neuvillette panted out,
“Sigewinne gifted them. Wriothesley had delivered it to my office this afternoon.”
Truth be told, you weren’t surprised. At all.
Standing up from your spot, you walked over to the wall phone. You tried your best to ignore the dainty whimper that fell from Neuvillette’s lips as your warm touch left his thigh, you also tried to ignore how his body involuntarily sought you out—trembling hands reaching to chase your gentle hold.
With glassy eyes, Neuvillette watched as you deftly dialled on the phone, he couldn’t help but trace your breathtaking figure, from the square of your shoulders all the way to the curves and dips of your legs.
Oh, the things he’d do to spread them open, and inhale your sweet essence like a mad man. Neuvillette could practically taste your honey on his tongue, its velvety texture sliding down his throat.
Another groan escaped your lover at the thought of eating you out, his cock rubbed against the fabric of his underwear as it shamelessly twitched beneath his pants.
“Ah, I didn’t think you’d be calling given the . . . circumstances.”
Of course Wriothesley knew.
Pure tease dripped from his honeyed voice, most likely paired with a smug smile, and an icy, taunting gaze.
“Why would you give him that?!”
A chuckle from the other end of the line,
“First of all, I just delivered the present. Our head nurse here bought it. She’s helping Monsieur Neuvillette out.”
You huffed, trying to make sense of Sigewinne’s motives, “By what? Feeding him chocolates with a potent substance?”
You’ve always adored how Sigewinne cared for her loved ones, especially Neuvillette—whatever one’s deal was, she was always willing to help out in her own unique way.
But this . . giving him such a substance without any warning felt like foul play, and not only was Neuvillette receiving the short end of the stick, you were as well.
You weren’t naïve, aphrodisiacs only wore off after one has reached their satisfaction through sexual means, like quenching one’s thirst.
“You’re making it sound like we gave him drugs.”
“It is drugs, Wriothesley!”
Before you could say anything else, gentle, yearning arms wrapped around your front, caressing your stomach which ultimately caught you off guard.
Neuvillette.
Nuzzling into the junction of your neck just beneath the telephone against your ear, he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive spot, soft smacks of his lips loud enough for Wriothesley to pick up.
You bit back a moan, free hand coming up to rest on the wall to support your weight. Neuvillette’s kisses had your legs trembling, it left prominent goosebumps in its wake as he trailed further down to your shoulder blades.
“Hm. Looks like it's time for me to go. Pass on my best wishes to Monsieur Neuvillette.”
And with that, he hung up the phone.
“My apologies, ma chérie. I just—I need you.” Neuvillette sighed, hot breath ghosting over your bare skin, akin to a gentle caress coaxing you into the borders of lust, like a lone finger protruding from the darkness, beckoning you to its endless, sinful void.
“Love—mhm!” You let out a yelp, his hands finding comfort on the curve of your hips, keeping them still as he slotted his clothed cock between your ass.
Neuvillette grinded into you, unshameful and devoid of any decorum.
Placing the telephone back on the wall, your nails dug into the hearts of your palms, just the feel of his hard cock had you embarrassingly wet already.
Neuvillette was different from this, despite his sexual urges, he was never forward with you, he took his time—sensual and sincere, treating you like the finest piece of gold to ever exist.
But saying you weren’t enjoying his brazenness would be a complete lie. Seeing a different side to your lover put you in a rather sensitive state, almost like a virgin bedded for the first time.
Something primal had awoken deep inside his core, and the only way to handle it was to satiate his carnal thirst.
Nonetheless, you tried to get your point across, “Neuvi . . What you’re experiencing is the effect of an aphrodisiac from those chocolates Sigewinne gave you.”
Your words fell deaf on his pointed ears, instead, Neuvillette mumbled some of his own, “I’m sorry . . Ma belle, I promised you about that challenge but it seems I cannot fight my urges any longer.”
Another shaky sigh left his rosy lips.
Challenge? Oh.
Oh.
Even in his lust-driven state, Neuvillette was still thinking about the No Nut November challenge you had proposed earlier this month.
“I’m a man of my word but I need you, my love. Let me break the rules just this once, please?”
Pure desperation coated every word that came out of his mouth. It was thick like honey, and melted on your skin like snow.
God, at this point the stupid challenge wasn’t even on your mind anymore, not when he desperately humped your ass like an animal in heat—quick, little ruts of his hips that soothed the ache a bit better.
Who were you to deny your lover?
The transition from the living room to the shared bedroom was a blur—everything was hasty; desperate hands exploring each other’s bodies; lips sealed together in a rough, passionate kiss; a trail of clothes messily discarded on the floor leading up to the room.
Everything Neuvillette did had you on your toes, completely breathless while trying to mirror his hurried actions.
Normally, Neuvillette would bask in your serene glory, peeling clothes off from your body layer by layer, and decorating your exposed skin with butterfly kisses.
He’d gently stroke your hair, slender fingers weaving through the strands as he takes in your bare beauty.
Now, his tongue swiftly explored your mouth—lengthy and thick—something he has never done before. It dizzied you.
You landed on the foot of the plush mattress with a soft gasp as Neuvillette pulled away. Breathless and flustered, you stared up at him through your lashes, soft pants escaping your kissed lips.
The sight before him made his cock twitch.
How your hair was splayed around your head, mimicking a soft halo, a divine being greater than he.
Neuvillette discarded the last two pieces of clothing—pants and underwear—in one fell swoop, and what came into view undoubtedly had you clenching around nothing.
Standing proud and heavy at the base of his abdomen were his cocks, both painted in a deep vermillion hue, and generously leaking pre-cum.
The sticky pearlescent substance coated his bulbous tips, it glistened beneath the moonlight, beckoning you to wrap your lips around them, and have a feast.
This wasn’t the first time you saw Neuvillette naked nor were you not aware of his kind but it always brought you shock every time, not to mention the faint cerulean scales the underside of his cocks boasted, it was also his sensitive spot.
Stepping out from the puddle of fabric around his ankles, Neuvillette did the same to your undergarments, mindlessly tossing them elsewhere in the room.
A low growl sounded from his chest as he pried your legs apart, his deft hands guided them to bend at the knees while resting the soles of your feet on the edge of the mattress, putting your glistening cunt on full display.
In less than a heartbeat, Neuvillette was on his knees, his eager tongue lapping along the length of your slit, your arousal pooled at the tip of his tongue like sinful honey, the divine taste of your cunt prompting another shameless growl from your lover.
He repeated the movement a couple of times, each lick reaching closer and closer to your sensitive clit, and when he finally reached it with his hardened tongue, you let out a surprised gasp.
“Neuvillette!”
Shocks of electrifying pleasure kissed its way up your spine as Neuvillette tongued at your swollen bud—tight, fast circles, up and down, side to side, he toyed with you like it was the only thing he knew how to do.
Your hands immediately flew to his ivory tresses due to his ministrations, it was almost like playing a game of tug of war, indecisively pushing and pulling his, unsure if you wanted more or if you wanted him to stop and slow down.
Lewd, wet smacks of Neuvillette’s tongue mixed with his low growls filled the room, allowing you to bask in the sounds of pleasure your lover unabashedly made. Almost akin to a vicious beast swallowing down its prey.
As your back arched off the mattress, and the grip on Neuvillette’s hair tightening, he pulled away, earning a rather disappointed whine to fall from your lips.
Sweet arousal abundantly coated his lips and chin, bringing warmth to your cheeks.
No one in the room dared to say it but this was the first time your cunt got embarrassingly wet, not that Neuvillette was inadequate in bed per se but you were wetter than usual, and you were confident that he had also noticed.
The glow of his lilac eyes and cerulean feelers were proof enough.
Standing up to his feet, Neuvillette languidly stroked the cock that sat beneath the other one, an immodest gaze raking over your sopping cunt, and how it shamelessly dripped with sticky arousal enough to soil the ivory sheets beneath.
“Are you ready, ma chérie?”
Neuvillette’s lilac stare captured you in a haze, absentmindedly nodding at his words as though you were rendered speechless.
He slowly rubbed the tip of his bottom cock before pushing it past your soaked folds, it eagerly swallowed him in—a loud, shameless squelch filling your ears as he stretched you open further.
Your toes curled at the sensation, hips immediately bucking into him as you moaned his name. The stretch was a pleasurable burn, one that had you rolling your eyes back, and digging your nails onto the sheets a little harder.
Neuvillette was able to easily slip into you, courtesy of the plentiful slick that coated your velvety walls.
Neuvillette stilled as he bottomed out, quick, short pants falling from his rosy lips.
God, you always took him so, so well, he could never get enough of the feeling of warmth wrapped around his cock. You took this time to get used to the stretch, your muscles relaxing to lessen the resistance he felt.
Neuvillette filled you up so well you could almost feel him in your stomach—a thought that had you clenching around him.
One, two, three seconds later, Neuvillette slowly pulled back, letting out a shaky breath at the pleasurable sensation. And with only his cock head inside you, he took no time to slam all the way inside.
You moaned, hands flying to his bare shoulders, immediately marking his pale skin with crimson stripes. Neuvillette unabashedly keened at the clench of your cunt around him, knees buckling as you gripped his cock like a vice, making it harder for him to move in and out.
“Haah! Mhm! Neuvi—right there, my love!”
Colourful moans and whimpers urged Neuvillette on, dragging him further and further to the state of insanity.
“You feel divine, ma belle . .”
The words came out as a choked sob—pathetic and dainty. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead paired with a deep crimson blush that painted his cheeks, if anything, Neuvillette looked absolutely ethereal in this state despite how out of it the aphrodisiacs made him.
Not only were his cocks extra sensitive to touch but he could also perfectly smell the scent of your sex that lingered in the air.
That sweet, sinful aroma he knew oh so well.
It made his head spin.
He tried holding back, he really did but your dulcet moans stroked his growing ego, and the feel of your sopping cunt deliciously sliding against him, the last thread of sanity that held him snapped.
Violently.
As if he saw nothing but bright hues of ruby, Neuvillette picked up his pace, long thrusts quickly turning into short ones as he mercilessly pistoned his hips over and over again, allowing his cock head to reach your sweet spot.
Your fingers raked down the length of his spine—leaving violent ribbons of red in its wake—stopping right at the dimples of his back, leaving crescent-shaped marks as you dug onto the pale skin there.
Neuvillette wasn’t the only one on the brink of insanity with how the underside of his other cock furiously rubbed at your swollen clit with each thrust, it rested at the hood of your cunt, thick and heavy.
“S-so good! It feels so good—ngh!”
The thrust of his hips felt amazing, too amazing to the point where your body started to reject them. Your body entered fight or flight mode, parted knees instinctively closing together which only allowed an inconvenient amount of room for Neuvillette to move with.
Upon noticing the change, he slowed down, sweaty palms resting on either knee, “My love—haah . . Open up for me, would you?”
Winded and weak, Neuvillette attempted to pry your knees apart to no avail considering his mushy state.
“Too much, mon chérie . . I—I can’t.”
Neuvillette shook his head at your words before pulling out, leaving you confused and empty.
From the mattress, you watched as he sauntered over to his side of the bed, grabbing a lengthy, obsidian object that rested against his nightstand.
Before a question could even formulate in your mind, he returned to his spot in the blink of an eye; though, this time, with something in his hand.
A cane—his cane.
The same one he used during court proceedings, in that context, it was deemed a sacred symbolism of his authority as the Iudex of Fontaine.
To use it in such a setting would be borderline blasphemy.
Hovering over your trembling body, Neuvillette placed chaste kisses on each knee,
“Do you trust me, my dear?”
Was that even a question? Of course you did. He wouldn’t harm you and you believed that completely.
With a soft touch, Neuvillette was able to easily pry your knees apart, the scent of your cunt once again filling his senses.
He wordlessly slotted the obsidian cane beneath your knees, its surface cool against your feverish skin, you shuddered at the contrast in temperature.
Neuvillette pushed down on the shaft of the cane, bringing your knees closer to your chest—you also noticed how it kept your legs still, meaning you had no option to close them.
You whimpered at the slight burn the position invited, especially with the cane pressing down on your soft skin.
And once again, Neuvillette sheathed his cock inside your cunt before setting the same merciless pace. Only this time, you wouldn’t be able to deny him.
“Neuvi! Neuvi! Neuvi—aah! Fuck—mhm!”
You held on to the ivory sheets above your head for your dear life as Neuvillette roughly pistoned his hips.
With each relentless thrust given, your body jolted further up the mattress, breasts bouncing in full display for your lover to drink in.
Oh, how he adored the way your naked body moved and reacted to him, so plush and pliant.
Sharp hisses from the bed frame interlaced with the pornographic sounds of your moans, creating a lewd melody for the moon to witness, a sinful song only for the darkness of the night to hear—full of heat and passion.
“Does—ngh! Does it feel good, my love? Will you give in to the—haah! To the pleasure I’m giving you?”
Neuvillette curled over himself, tresses of ivory cascading down to cage your face as he leaned closer to you.
Despite the blur of your vision, you noticed the faint azure scales that decorated the side of his neck along with his pupils becoming more animalistic.
Neuvillette’s draconic features only ever made itself known during his heat; so, this came as a genuine surprise to you. Not that you were really complaining.
His hand remained on his cane while the other found comfort on your hip, subtly guiding your body onto him to meet each thrust.
Neuvillette met your gaze through a glossy stare, you watched as beads of crystalline-like tears formed on the corners of his eyes, eventually rolling down his reddened cheeks.
The sight before you was beyond divine, it wasn’t every day one would see the Chief Justice in such a poor state, his usual expressionless face painted with a colourful expression.
One that unmistakably screamed how lost he was in pleasure: rosy lips parted to let out soft whimpers, brows tightly knitted together, creating a deep crease between his brows.
“Are you close ma chérie? Mhm—aah! Come with me?” Neuvillette breathed out.
It took all of his will power to hold himself up, and keep his hips moving due to immense pleasure weighing on his body like a great burden.
The feeling had him trembling to his very bones, like a yellow autumn leaf braving the evening winds, and no matter how much his brain screamed at him to stop, he didn’t.
The pleasure would be too great of a loss if Neuvillette stopped now; so, he kept going—pounding, rutting, and grinding into you as he chased both your impending orgasms.
You nodded vigorously, throat too dry from all that panting to choke out any coherent words.
The burn of the position you maintained mixed with Neuvillette’s cocks stimulating your cunt sent you into a painful yet pleasurable overdrive.
Without a second thought, you hastily placed your hands between your bodies, blindly seeking out Neuvillette’s other cock, and wrapping your fingers around it. To the best of your ability, you vigorously pumped his shaft, matching your strokes with his thrusts.
Neuvillette shuddered, releasing a loud moan into the damp air.
After a few more quick thrusts, he stilled deep inside you, sealing his lips with yours as you both reached your climax, eagerly swallowing one another’s lewd moans.
Your back arched off the mattress, toes curling, and fingers digging into Neuvillette’s skin as you violently came, the feel of his thick, hot cum painting your plush walls white had your hips bucking into him, begging for more.
Embarrassingly enough, Neuvillette came a lot.
Not only inside you—to the point where it spilled out of your cunt and onto the sheets below—but also on you.
The cock you’ve been stroking spurted thick ribbons of cum on your abdomen, abundantly covering your skin in his essence. He looked at the filthy art that decorated your skin, colourful curses enough to make Fontainians gasp in shock filled his mind.
How beautiful you were marked by him.
“Did I hurt you in any way?” He asked, slowly peeling himself away from you.
Neuvillette made sure to quickly remove his cane from under your knees, placing it flat on the floor before tending to you.
He kissed your sweaty forehead, and pulled your bodies up the mattress with your head atop the fluffy pillows.
“Not at all but I have to say, I was reaaally looking forward to completing the challenge, mon chérie.” You joked, letting out a breathless laugh.
Neuvillette blushed, suddenly remembering how he readily accepted the proposal of your challenge . . What was it again? No Nut November?
“Another year is to be expected, I am determined we will overcome the challenge.”
And you were looking forward to that. Very much so.
You just hoped he wouldn’t consume another aphrodisiac-laced sweet in the coming year so the both of you could actually complete the challenge.
Well, at least you concluded that Neuvillette and aphrodisiacs weren’t such a bad match, right?
cw: explicit piv content, dubcon, semi-exhibitionism, spanking, slapping, biting, scratching, overstim, creampie, breeding kink, babytrapping? (childe), scissoring (mualani), praise, neuvillette has a dragon tail bc i said so but its not very relevant
kaeya
the spell hit him fast.
one second kaeya was joking with you over a drink, the next he was doubled over against the bar of angel's share with his hand clenched over his mouth, panting like he’d run from dragonspine. you barely had time to process the heat in his eyes before he was dragging you out the back door with a death grip on your wrist.
now you were pinned between the cold stone wall of angel’s share and the full length of his body, his thigh shoved between yours, coat pushed back, gloved hand under your skirt—in your panties.
“fuck,” he hissed, breath hot against your lips, “you feel that too, don’t you, pretty girl?”
you couldn’t answer—not with his fingers already sliding through your slick folds like he was starving, not with the way his cock strained against his pants, grinding against your thigh. he chuckled low in his throat, even as he panted like a dog in heat.
“abyss bastards must be getting creative,” he muttered, teeth scraping along your jaw. “should’ve known something was wrong when i started picturing you bent over the bar…”
he pressed a kiss to your throat, then bit it—not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make you gasp and grip his shoulders. he moaned when you did, hips twitching. the sound was obscene.
“you’re so wet for me,” he whispered. “you like seeing me like this? all hot and desperate? hah… you always were a bit of a tease.”
you didn’t get a chance to shoot back. he yanked your panties aside with one hand and unbuckled his belt with the other, his movements clumsy and frantic—not like him. the spell had stripped away all the usual smooth bravado. his hands trembled. his lips were parted. and when he finally sank into you, the noise he made was almost vulnerable.
“ohh… fuck, fuck—archons, you’re tight—‘m gonna lose it,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. “shit, you’re gonna milk me dry, pretty girl…”
your back hit the wall with each thrust, hard and fast, the way only someone out of his mind with lust could manage. he couldn’t keep quiet—every breath came with a moan, a whispered praise, a filthy promise.
“so fuckin’ good, baby. taking me so well. gonna fill you up right here where anyone could walk out and see.”
you whimpered his name and he lost it.
one hand fisted in your hair, the other dragging your leg higher around his hip as he slammed into you with a growl. “say it again,” he panted. “say my name, beg for it—i wanna hear you sob it while i ruin you.”
your thighs trembled. your nails dug into his coat. and when your orgasm crashed into you like a tidal wave, kaeya snapped.
he fucked you through it, chasing his own release, rutting into your soaked cunt like a man possessed. when he came, he bit your shoulder to muffle the sound, cock pulsing deep inside you as hot cum spilled out around him, dripping down your thighs onto the cobblestones below.
neither of you moved for a moment. just panting. trembling. pressed together in the shadows.
then he tilted his head and smirked.
“…think diluc would mind if we used the spare bedroom upstairs?”
xiao
he warned you not to follow him.
the abyss mage had vanished into the night, but whatever cursed aura it left behind clung to xiao like smoke. he staggered onto the balcony, breath ragged, arm trembling as he gripped the railing like it was the only thing keeping him sane.
“don’t—come near me,” he snarled, voice hoarse, teeth clenched like he was in pain.
you’d never seen him like this. sweat glistened on his brow, hair stuck to his neck, and when he looked over his shoulder at you, his golden eyes were wide—wild.
“i can’t… i can’t control it. it’s crawling under my skin. my body’s burning.” his voice cracked on that last word, as if admitting it made the heat worse.
you stepped closer anyway. “xiao…”
“don’t,” he begged, backing into the shadows. “don’t say my name like that. i—i can’t—”
but then you reached out. you brushed your fingers against his and gasped at how hot he was—feverish, shaking.
he froze.
and when you looked up at him, wide-eyed, lower lip caught between your teeth in concern—
his last thread of will snapped.
xiao slammed you against the balcony wall in the blink of an eye, his body caging you in like a beast cornering its prey. his lips ghosted over your jaw, but he didn’t kiss you. he just breathed, fast and shallow, like he was scared that touching you would ruin everything.
“you looked at me like you trusted me,” he whispered, nails digging into your hips. “like i wasn’t dangerous. like i wasn’t… like this.”
you whispered his name again. that was it.
his mouth crashed down on yours—clumsy, desperate, teeth grazing your lips. his hands found your thighs, lifting you with ease, and his hips pressed against you, hard and already throbbing through his pants.
“i’m sorry,” he panted, forehead pressed to yours. “i can’t stop. i don’t want to stop.”
and he didn’t.
he shoved your underwear aside with shaking fingers, freeing his cock just enough to rut into you, his hips snapping forward with a raw, needy groan. you cried out at the sudden stretch—he was thick, trembling as he buried himself inside you in one hard thrust.
“fuck,” he gasped. “you’re… ngh—you’re perfect. too warm. too tight. i c-can’t…”
he tried to pull back—tried—but your walls clenched around him and his restraint crumbled to dust. he drove into you like a man possessed, every thrust harsher than the last, his voice a mess of choked moans and broken apologies.
“you shouldn’t be here,” he whimpered, “i was trying to protect you, i—shit, i’m going to cum—”
you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, anchoring him, and whispered “please. i want it.”
he shattered.
xiao buried his face in your neck, crying out as he emptied inside you, hips jerking, cum spilling deep and hot and fast. he trembled in your arms, still rutting shallowly like he couldn’t bear to be apart from your warmth just yet.
you stroked his hair. whispered his name again, this time with a smile.
he groaned softly.
“…you’re going to break me,” he breathed.
itto
“okay, but real talk—why do i feel like i’m gonna explode if i don’t stick it in you right now?”
itto’s voice was a breathy whine, his huge hands clinging to your waist like you were the last snack on earth. his abs were still glistening from your little one-on-one sparring match, and now he was hard—violently hard—bulging against his pants like his cock was trying to punch its way out.
“i’m serious!” he groaned, grinding into your hip with zero shame. “i was fine one second, then you looked at me with that little smile, and boom—boner. massive. painful. i think i’m dying.”
you blinked. “itto… you did get hit by a weird-looking abyss mage’s spell like, ten minutes ago.”
he stared blankly.
“oh. huh. that would explain the horny.”
you didn’t even get a chance to laugh before he was kissing you—sloppy, hungry, tongue already in your mouth and one of his massive hands groping your ass like he needed to memorize every inch. his other hand lifted you off the floor like you weighed nothing, slamming you down on the futon so hard it squeaked in protest.
“sorry! sorry,” he panted, already tugging your pants down. “i just—i can’t. babe, i need you. like, right now. right this second. please please please lemme cum in you, i swear i’ll be good—fuck—”
you tried to answer, but he already had your thighs pushed up and apart, cock out, flushed and angry looking, and he just lined up and shoved in with a groan so loud it shook the walls.
“haaahhh fuckkk, you’re so warm,” he slurred, eyes rolling back a little. “squeezin’ me so good, shit—babe, you made for this or somethin’?”
his hips slammed forward again. and again. and again. no rhythm. no restraint. just full-force, head-empty, dick-driven fucking. you were already gasping, clawing at his back for purchase, but itto was in his own world—moaning and muttering under his breath like a man in a trance.
“feel so good—ahh fuck, you’re takin’ it so well—y’like this? y’want me to go harder? i can go harder—”
“itto!” you gasped, seeing stars.
“fuck, yeah, say my name like that,” he groaned, hips pistoning faster. “archons, m’gonna cum, gonna cum—fuck, babe, i’m gonna—!”
and then he slammed all the way in and stayed there, cock twitching as he emptied himself deep inside you with a loud, wrecked moan. he didn’t even pause—just kept grinding into you, cum dripping out around his base, chasing that sweet friction.
“oh fuck, wait, you feel too good—i gotta keep goin’. just a little more, babe. c’mon. i’m so close. again. again.”
you whimpered, thighs trembling.
“...i think this spell’s still goin’,” he panted.
and then he smiled that dumb, hot, oni smile.
“guess we’re goin’ for round two, huh?”
alhaitham
he didn’t even flinch when the abyss mage cast it.
just let out a slow breath, adjusted his grip on his sword, and sliced the creature in two before it could vanish. you were panting behind him—relieved but shaken—barely even processing what had just happened before he turned to you with sharp, unreadable eyes.
“don’t panic,” he said, voice smooth, calm. too calm. “i’m aware of the spell’s effects.”
you blinked. “the what—?”
he was already walking toward you. unhurried. measured. the same way he read a book. the same way he always did everything.
“a focused aphrodisiac curse,” he said, sliding his gloves off. “localized. intensely hormonal. you’ll likely remain unaffected… but i’m already experiencing symptoms.”
you backed into a wall—gently, instinctively. his hand came up to cage your head, palm braced above your temple, and his mouth was suddenly much closer than it had been five seconds ago.
“which brings us to the solution.”
“w-what solution?” you breathed.
alhaitham leaned down and kissed you like he owned you—calm and composed but deep, tongue sliding over yours with slow, obscene confidence. by the time he pulled back, your head was spinning and your thighs were pressed together tight.
“the more i fuck you, the more the curse burns itself out.”
you gasped, but he was already sliding a hand down to your waistband. no shame. no hesitation. just firm, steady fingers tugging at your clothes like he’d already decided.
“you’re wet already,” he observed, voice low. “good. that makes this easier.”
and then he had you turned around—facing the stacks, bare ass pressed against his hips—and slid inside like he knew your body, like it was another formula he’d memorized and solved.
“you’ll tell me if it’s too much,” he muttered against your ear, hips rolling slow and deep. “but i don’t intend to stop until it wears off.”
your mouth dropped open in a soundless moan. he was thick, perfectly curved, bottoming out with every stroke like it was nothing. every time you tried to steady yourself, he’d just grab your hips tighter and fuck you harder—his voice still maddeningly even.
“look at you. arching for it already.”
one hand slid up your spine and curled gently around your throat—not choking, just there. a silent reminder of his control.
“do you like this?” he whispered. “do you like being used to stabilize my symptoms?”
you whimpered—no words, just a shaky nod—and he groaned low in his throat, pace picking up.
“you’re helping. so well, in fact, i might not stop even when it fades.”
your legs were trembling. your orgasm was building too fast, tight and unbearable and ravenous, and alhaitham just pressed his mouth to your ear and whispered:
“cum for me. now.”
you did, spasming around him, and he groaned like he’d been holding back for hours, slamming in deep and emptying himself inside you with a growl of satisfaction.
but he didn’t stop.
you flinched as he started moving again, slow and steady, already hard again, cock still stuffed inside your overstimulated pussy.
“the spell’s not done,” he said coolly, eyes half-lidded.
then he kissed your temple, softly.
“neither am i.”
neuvillette
it had been a quick fight. too quick for you to realize what the abyss mage had slipped into the room with—not until neuvillette turned to you afterward with wide, blown eyes and a tremble in his breath that made your chest seize.
“i—” he choked, his voice already hoarse. “i’ve been afflicted. please… please leave. i can’t—”
you took one step toward him, just one, and he shuddered, knees buckling slightly as he braced himself on the judge’s bench behind him. his breathing was ragged. his pupils had nearly eclipsed the soft blue of his eyes. and his whole body—
he was shaking.
“no,” you said quietly, “i’m not leaving you like this.”
that was when he snapped.
you weren’t even sure how fast he moved, only that suddenly your back was pressed to the polished wood of the bench, your legs forced open by large, trembling hands, and neuvillette was growling against your mouth as he kissed you like he’d been starving for centuries.
“i tried,” he rasped. “i tried to be noble. i tried to be good.”
he dragged his lips down your neck, his tongue darting out to taste your skin, and whimpered—an honest-to-archons whimper—as if the flavor of you was enough to undo him.
“but it hurts,” he choked. “it hurts so much. please let me… please—”
his cock was rock hard, thick and twitching in his trousers, already leaving a soaked, glistening patch on the front. he ground himself against your core like he couldn’t breathe otherwise—moaning deep in his throat as the pressure gave him momentary relief.
“i shouldn’t—do this,” he gasped. “i shouldn’t—use you this way—”
“but you need it,” you whispered, gripping his coat and pulling him closer. “don’t you?”
that was all it took.
he tore through your clothes—not with violence, but with urgency, reverence, desperation—and buried his face between your legs like a man sentenced to die. licked you until you were slick and dripping, trembling under his tongue, and then finally—finally—he pressed the head of his cock to your entrance and sank inside.
“ah—” he gasped, voice cracked and broken. “you’re perfect. too perfect. you shouldn’t—you shouldn’t let me—”
you cried out as he bottomed out. he was huge, stretching you wide, and every pulse of his cock sent a gush of wetness dripping down your thighs. he wasn’t even moving yet—just trembling, panting, holding himself back with visible agony.
“neuvillette,” you begged, wrapping your arms around him. “please. don’t hold back.”
his restraint shattered.
he fucked you against that bench like he was trying to drive the curse out of his bloodstream—deep, punishing thrusts that made your eyes roll back, your nails dig into his shoulders, your cunt tighten helplessly around him as slick soaked down your thighs and dripped onto the courtroom floor.
the whole time, he was moaning, whimpering things like:
“i’m sorry—so sorry—but you feel too good—”
“i need to cum—i have to cum—inside, inside—please—”
“won’t you let me breed you, mon ange? i can’t stop—i can’t stop—”
and you barely managed to scream his name before he came hard, hips slamming into yours as his cock throbbed and released a flood of hot, viscous cum inside you. the pressure was insane. it leaked out around him instantly, coating the wood below.
but he didn’t stop.
“still burning,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “still too hot. i need more—you—i need to keep going—”
and that dragon tail curled around your thigh as he started again, more desperate than before.
mualani
you should’ve known something was wrong the second her hands started trembling.
mualani was always warmth wrapped in sunshine. she laughed like wind chimes in the breeze, kissed you softly, and touched you like you were made of something softer than skin. there was always a flower in her hand and starlight in her smile. but now?
now she was staring at you like she didn’t know how to hold back.
the abyss spell shimmered faintly around her—silvery-green mist curling around her marked arms and flushed cheeks, catching in the light like dew. her lips were parted, giggling softly under her breath as she tried (and failed) to keep her thighs pressed together.
“oh,” she hiccuped, a little breathless, “i think i touched something i shouldn’t have… it tickled all the way up my spine. and now i can’t stop thinking about you. your skin, your thighs, your… everything—hahh, oh no, i’m so sorry, i sound crazy, don’t i?”
“mua,” you murmured, hands on her waist, trying to steady her. “it’s the spell. it’s messing with you—maybe we should sit down—”
but she just let out another soft, high giggle, burying her face in your neck. “too late. i already want you. i already need you.”
and then she was kissing you—light and fluttering at first, like she was trying to be good, trying to keep her usual sweetness intact. but her mouth was hot and needy, and the little noises spilling from her lips betrayed her. her whole body trembled, glowing with that blue-yellow aura, her vision pulsing around you like plankton caught in a whirlpool.
she gasped when your hand slid up under her skirt, clinging to you like she was melting. “i’m sorry—i’m sorry—i just—can i…? can i feel you?”
you nodded before your brain could catch up. “yeah. yes. please.”
she giggled again, all breathy and dazed. “hehe… you’re warm. i love that. i love you.”
clothes came off in soft, clumsy motions—skirts pushed up, lips still brushing, chests heaving. she kissed you all over, from your cheek to your hipbone, humming delightedly at every sigh you made. and then, with her face flushed and her pupils blown wide, she pressed her cunt to yours.
“oh—oh, goodness,” she gasped, head falling back. “you’re so wet. that’s from me, right? i made you feel that good already?”
you could barely breathe, let alone answer. her slick skin was grinding against yours, hips trembling as she moved—slow, at first, and then a little faster, moaning softly each time her clit brushed yours. her legs locked around your thigh and she rocked against you in tight little circles, giggles tumbling into gasps.
“mua,” you whimpered, clutching her waist. “fuck—mua, you feel so good—keep going, please don’t stop—”
“‘course i won’t,” she said, almost drunkenly, her face glowing. “i could stay like this forever. pretty girl, pretty girl, you’re so soft. so perfect.”
her hands curled into yours as your slick bodies slid together, mess building between you. the moss below was damp with sweat and arousal, petals crushed under your bodies. you couldn’t stop moaning—your voices tangling in the air, high and desperate, hips grinding harder and faster until your thighs started to shake.
“i’m gonna cum,” she whined, voice all shaky and high-pitched. “please—cum with me—want you to make a mess with me—”
“i’m—fuck, yes, mualani, yes—!”
you clung to each other like vines, bodies trembling as the heat shattered between you. you came in sync—sobbing, grinding through it, her giggles dissolving into little gasps and praise.
she collapsed against you, face buried in your neck, giggling and sighing all at once. “oops.” she whispered, grinning.
your thighs were still shaking. “mua. you nearly killed me.”
“don’t be silly,” she said, eyes glittering. “i don't think this is wearing off anytime soon.”
and then she was sliding her leg back between yours again, breath catching.
“again?” she whispered.
you just pulled her closer. “again.”
childe
“fuck—! ajax—!”
he laughs, low and breathless, as he slams into you again—your knees sliding against the furs beneath you, snow melting into steam around your tangled bodies.
“you say my name like it’s gonna save you, pretty girl,” he pants, one hand tangled in your hair, the other squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise. “but it won’t. not from this.”
the spell hit him mid-fight, some abyss mage’s last-ditch effort before childe sliced him clean through. and at first? he brushed it off. laughed it off. “ha, what’s this? a love spell? cute.”
until he caught your scent.
and then it was over.
he dragged you into a half-collapsed tent behind enemy lines, tossed you down like a prize, and now? he’s ruining you—balls-deep, unrelenting, grinning even as he snarls.
“you sure this was a spell?” he growls, teeth grazing your ear as he fucks you through another wave of overstimulation. “because i’ve wanted to bend you over like this since day one. maybe the abyss just helped me along.”
your body jerks with each thrust, moaning his name like it’s the only word you know. he’s so deep it’s like he’s trying to breed you, to plant himself inside you until he can’t be removed.
“look at you,” he coos, licking a stripe up your neck. “so cockdrunk, so fucking needy. what’s wrong, sweetheart? don’t tell me you like when the enemy wins.”
you sob out his name, and he slaps your ass, cock twitching deep inside you.
“say it louder. let them hear.”
you scream for him—broken, breathless—and he fucking shudders.
“ohhh fuck, yeah. that’s it. let ‘em know you’re mine now. that this sweet little body belongs to the fatui’s number 11.”
he fucks you harder. deeper. his cock stretching you open like your cunt was made for him. and then he pulls you up by the hair, flush against his chest, his breath hot and shaky against your ear.
“i’m gonna cum inside you,” he whispers, biting down. “and when this spell wears off, you’ll still feel it. still leak with me for days. and if we’re lucky? i’ll knock you up too. make sure the abyss spell sticks with you for life.”
your thighs quake. your orgasm hits like a bomb. and behind you, childe laughs again, full of heat and madness and pure fucking obsession.
“guess we’re both victims of the spell now, huh, baby?”
dainsleif ― bonus!
you don’t remember how the fight ended. just the burst of dark magic cracking through your ribs like lightning, and then—heat.
not just arousal. not something manageable. no. it’s suffocating. a deep, clawing ache in your womb that pulses harder with every breath of dainsleif’s scent.
he drags you to safety. sets up camp. checks your wounds. all while you tremble, every touch of his gloved hands burning you alive.
you try to hide it at first—gripping your thighs, biting your lip raw. but your whimper gives you away, and his head snaps toward you.
“…it affected you.”
you nod, shaking. desperate. so fucking wet it’s dripping onto the furs. and dain? he just sighs. gentle. almost pitying. he pulls off his gloves with slow precision.
“lie back.”
“w-what?”
his voice stays calm. measured. but his eyes—glowing, unreadable—pin you in place.
“you need relief. you’ll burn through your own mind if you don’t get it. i’m not affected by the abyss’ magic... but i can offer you my body.” he pauses. “use me. however you need.”
your brain short-circuits.
then you’re climbing on top of him, fingers digging into his shoulders, sobbing his name as you sink down onto his cock for the first time.
and fuck, he’s big. thick. heavy. stretching you open perfectly—and you don't even care. you need it. you ride him like you’ll die without it, hips snapping down hard, tears spilling down your cheeks as your cunt flutters around him.
“dain—! dain, please, i can’t— i need more, i need—”
he grips your hips, steady but unyielding, holding you open as you bounce on him.
“shhh,” he breathes, voice like silk. “take what you need. i’m not going anywhere.”
and you do. you fuck yourself on his cock until your thighs shake and your moans turn hoarse. until your pussy is soaked and red and raw, clenching down again and again like it never wants to let go.
dain watches the whole thing. chest rising slowly, lips parted, but never losing control. just… observing. letting you devour him.
“you’re beautiful like this,” he murmurs eventually, one hand smoothing up your back. “even consumed by madness. so full of need… like the abyss carved its hunger into you.”
you cry out as another orgasm crashes through you, pussy milking him—and only then does he shift, just enough to thrust up into you once. a warning.
“that’s enough,” he says, voice low. “you’ve taken your fill. now it’s my turn.”
you blink through the haze—and then dain flips you. presses you into the furs and fucks you so deep you swear you can taste it, murmuring about how good you feel, how well you took him, how he’s going to fuck the abyss right out of you—
until you can’t think. can’t breathe. can’t exist without him.
and through it all, dain holds you like something sacred. a relic to be cherished. a temple overtaken by hunger and worshipped with every thrust of his cock.
He is SPITEFUL. He won’t react at first and will go along with it, but if he can’t bury himself in you balls deep, he’s not going to let you cum. Shallow thrusts, he’s fisting the extra length of his dick that is woefully unable to get slick from your wet, slutty walls until you tell him otherwise. He could say fuck it and thrust hard until just the tip is kissing your cervix, but he wants to punish you in other ways first
His free hand is on your clit, pinching and slapping and rubbing. He’s enjoying all the ways you cinch around his cock head while he toys with you.
But you still don’t get to come until he gets his way. All contact ends when you’re close. His hands pin your thighs apart, he pulls out to watch your hole twitch and try to squeeze for what’s no longer there.
Does as he’s told, struggling with restraint, feels so good. You’re rubbing your clit and watching him struggle not to be more selfish.
“Such a good boy.” You coo when he looks like he’s about to break, snap his hips forward to go deeper.
But that praise resets him. His eyes go wide, bottom lip caught between his teeth. The wet sounds just made him thing of how good it would feel when you gave him permission to bottom out. Until then, the powerful, sadistic look you gave him was enough to let you dangle his pleasure on the end of a fishing wire, just out of his reach.
Kaito, Leo, Haru, Yuri, Towa (nonverbally), Ren
“Yes mommy, I’ll take whatever treat you give me!!”
Shamelessly rutting on the end of his leash. His tip is thrusting in and out of you, the ridge of his cock catching on your entrance on every pass. He has a tail plug up his ass and a ring and vibrator on the base of his cock.
Crying, tongue lolling, eye contact, beg to cum.
“I want to go deeper, mommy. Please. Please. Let me put it all inside.”
What do you headcannon the penile girth and length of the tkdb guys?
𑁯 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐮 𖧧
Oh, pookie, I remember answering this when someone requested that I do an NSFW alphabet.
I'm too much of a virgin for this, and I don't understand male anatomy that well. But if you really want me to do it, then I can try, though all I have is knowledge about fictional dicks plus my own imagination, so this will be goofy af OTL
And for the girlies who have no idea about male anatomy like me, I have come up with my own 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 so y'all can get a hold on that.
Since I spent most of my years in college being a barista, I'm going to use that same knowledge to make up this concept for better visualization.
CUP SIZE = LENGTH (small, medium, large, extra large)
MILK CHOICE = GIRTH
NO FOAM/ WITH FOAM = VEINS/ NO VEIN (SMOOTH)
FLAVOR PUMPS = caramel drizzle (upward curve), mocha pump (downward curve), vanilla pump (perfectly straight)
Cup Size = Length
Small = under 4.5 inches / 11.5 cm
Medium = 4.5 to 5.5 inches / 11.5 to 14 cm
Large = 5.5 to 6.5 inches / 14 to 16.5 cm
Extra Large = 6.5 to 8 inches / 16.5 to 20 cm (or more)
Though I think if it gets any bigger, it is not going to be a sex scene but a crime scene OTL
The Milk Choice = Girth/Thickness
Skim milk (non-fat): lean/slender
2% milk: standard girth
Whole milk: thick/heavy girth
Half and half (breve): very thick/chonky!!!!!
Heavy cream: Ohhhhh, monster!!! His pants need a third leg!!!!
Oat milk: thick base, slimmer top
Almond milk: slender shaft, but wider top
Customization
With foam = veiny
No foam = smooth
Flavor Pump
Caramel = upward curve
Mocha = downward curve
Vanilla = straight
Now let us begin!!! This is going to be long so I think I will divide it. Like, if y'all like it, then I will continue to make part 2. If not, then I'd just let this be it.
And BEFORE ANYONE JUMPS ME, I'm not gonna give them like monster manhwa BL seme type shit above 20 cm and all, okay? 😭 So don't say they are small or anything. I have no idea about the male body. Take this with a grain of salt!!!!!!
𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫!
✼ 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦 ✼
Jin - Medium, 2% almond milk, no foam, vanilla pump
No veins, completely smooth and perfectly straight. His shaft is on the leaner side, but it flares out significantly at the head. His thickness is pretty average overall.
He has average length, but because the shaft is so slender, it creates a visual illusion that makes him look way longer than he actually is. He isn’t going to stretch you wide, but that flared head is a total menace.
The second he slides all the way in, that wide tip hooks hard inside, bottoming out and rubbing aggressively against the deepest, wettest corners of your walls with every single shove.
One more note: his cock is noticeably darker than the rest of his skin, which looks insanely hot when it's buried between your thighs.
Tohma - Large, 2% oat milk, no foam, caramel drizzle
A solid size, curved upward, and beautifully proportioned, neither too thick nor too thin. He keeps himself completely hairless and smooth, with no visible veins.
He is an absolute sadist who loves edging you. That natural upward bend is perfectly angled to hammer right against your g-spot with zero effort, tearing loud, messy gasps out of you every time he drives forward.
He is obsessed with watching your face while you suck him off. He completely loses his mind when he forces his way down your throat, watching his own thick shaft stretch your lips wide and pulse against your neck as you take him as deep as you can choke out.
Kaito Fuji - Medium, skim milk, with foam, vanilla pump
Pretty average in both length and thickness, but he gets inside his own head about being inexperienced. He’s not overly thick, but he is surprisingly veiny when hard. Straight as an arrow with no curve.
He doesn’t have much body hair, which feeds into his insecurity about not looking masculine enough. But what he lacks in confidence, he makes up for with friction. Those thick, rigid veins wrap tightly around his shaft, gripping your walls and creating an intense, scratching heat every time he thrusts.
If you wrap your fingers around his base and praise how hard he feels, his face turns dark red, and he’ll violently pin your hands down to blur out his embarrassment.
Lucas - Medium, whole milk, with foam, caramel drizzle
Looks small and innocent when he's soft, but the second he gets a boner... 👀👀
He isn't a giant in terms of length, but he is thick as hell, heavily veiny, and hooks upward slightly. He grooms the hair down there every once in a while.
He gets incredibly flustered and shy during penetration because he doesn't know what he's doing, but after two or three rounds, he gets completely corrupted.
He is a fast learner. Once he figures out the rhythm, he will use his thick meat and his wet tongue, stretching you open and eating you out until you're dripping wet and begging him to just put it back inside.
✶ 𝐕𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐦 ✶
Alan - Extra large, heavy cream, with foam, caramel drizzle
Honestly, this guy is packing an actual weapon in his pants.
Like, officer, please arrest this guy, he has a weapon in his pants!!
He likely would take that seriously and be a bit confused when you tease him like that.
“I'm not carrying any weapon, though.”
He has zero clue about any of the filthy jokes you, Leo, and Sho whisper about behind his back. If you actually sit down and explain what you mean, he turns bright red and can't even look you in the eye.
He’s incredibly self-conscious about his size and terrified of hurting you. He feels like a piece of shit every time you try to give him head because he can see you literally gagging and struggling just to take half of him.
When it's time to fuck, he leads you into cowgirl so you can control the depth, holding your hips in a death grip so his massive, curved length doesn't accidentally split you in half.
Leo - Small, 2% milk, with foam, caramel drizzle
Small. A total micro-cock, bro is forced to rely entirely on his god-tier technique. (im jk kind of)
He might be lacking in size, but his dick is still rigid, veiny, and hooks up slightly. The thing is, Leo knows exactly how useless it is to try and jackhammer you, so he doesn't even bother.
He is famous for what his mouth and fingers can do. He will ruthlessly finger you while eating you out at the same time, turning you into a twitching, sobbing mess.
He will literally drown his own mattress in your squirt, overstimulating your clit until you are screaming and crying for him to stop. Only when you're completely broken will he slide his hard-on inside, using friction on your swollen entrance while laughing at how ruined you are.
Sho - Large, half and half, with foam, vanilla pump
He's long, which makes sense given how lanky and tall his body is. He’s significantly veinier than Leo and has a thick, straight shaft.
😈😈😈 Prepare to have your eyes roll back into your skull. Sho is multitalented in everything, and bed is no exception.
He plays the role of the flirty, playful kouhai at first, teasing you until you're desperate. But once he gets you under him, he turns into a mean, dominant bastard.
He loves to slowly sink his thick, veiny length into you while whispering the filthiest, most degrading shit in your ear. He deliberately refuses to go all the way in, bottoming out just short of your depth because he knows his size would tear you apart, using that restraint to torture you instead.
𖥧 𝐉𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐜𝐤 𖥧
Haru - Large, half and half, with foam, caramel drizzle
Way longer and thicker than anyone would ever expect. He is heavily veiny and hooks sharply upward.
Everyone looks at his clean, fit, athletic build and assumes he’s probably modest down there.
Wrong!
The man is carrying an absolute monster between his legs.
The first time he drops his pants, you literally have to sit down and take a breath just to process what you're looking at. His dick does not match his polite face at all.
Honestly, carrying that massive weight around all day while managing his tasks explains why he has so much aggressive, pent-up frustration when he finally gets you behind closed doors. He will pin your legs to your chest and hammer that thick, veiny curve into you until you're completely spent.
Towa - Large, skim milk, with foam, mocha pump
Long, slender, and slightly lanky, matching his body type. He has very subtle, faint veins and a distinct downward curve.
In total contrast to his adorable face, he becomes incredibly whiny, clingy and bratty when he's hard.
He will tease you and whine until you are completely soaked, complaining about how tight you are while he slowly, carefully melts his way inside.
He is totally obsessed with watching his long, slender shape push against the skin of your stomach from the inside out, making him look so incredibly pretty.
Because his head is noticeably wider than his shaft, he has to take his time, slowly nudging and wiggling his way through your tight opening while panting open-mouthed against your skin, begging you to loosen up and swallow every single inch.
Ren - Large, heavy cream, with foam, vanilla pump
Huge. Like, it makes no sense how he hides that giant meat in his everyday clothes.
He's incredibly long and lanky, just like his arms and legs. If he gets a random boner, it is completely impossible to hide.
He's very thick and packed veins, but he's too inexperienced to even realize what an anomaly he is. Completely straight, and he shaves down there occasionally.
When he's soft, it’s a soft cotton-candy pink, but the moment you touch him or make him blush, the head turns a violent, throbbing red. He is hyper-sensitive and overstimulated easily.
After working outside so much, his body got a bit tan, so he thinks his pale, pinkish cock looks weird against his skin. Don't let the pretty color fool you though, that massive pipe will absolutely rearrange your organs the second he loses control.
♧ 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚 ♧
Taiga - Large, half and half, with foam, caramel drizzle
Large, thick, and covered in pulsing veins that look like they're about to pop right in your face. It curves upward when he's fully erect. He has insane stamina and loves to edge you for hours.
He doesn't groom at all, preferring to keep everything wild and natural down there, no matter how much Romeo nags him to clean it up.
He isn't the type to get a random boner easily, so you actually have to work for it.
“Try harder, kitty”
But once he's hard, he is a feral animal. That thick, veiny upward hook smashes into your sweet spot with brutal momentum. He loves to pull almost all the way out, letting those rough veins scrape against your opening, before slamming back in with a deep, satisfied growl.
Romeo - Medium, skim milk, no foam, mocha pump
Completely average length but incredibly slender. Zero veins, completely smooth, and flawlessly groomed. He has a distinct downward curve when hard.
His skin down there is pale af, turning a dark, pretty flush whenever you fluster him. He looks incredibly cutesy and pristine, matching his face perfectly. But don't let the pretty look fool you, he is a sadist.
That downward curve hooks perfectly when you're riding him, allowing him to lay back completely still while you stretch yourself over his shaft. He will watch your eyes roll back with a smug smirk, using his smooth texture to slide deeply into your throat or your wetness without warning just to hear you gag/scream.
Ritsu - Large, half and half, with foam, vanilla pump
Massive and incredibly thick. It’s an absolute horse. He genuinely struggles to pack it away in the morning, and it constantly annoys him, so he sets it to the left just to walk comfortably.
He stays completely hairless but his shaft is covered in thick veins. It's a straight but the sheer volume of it will shock you the first time you see it. It makes absolutely no sense compared to his innocent baby face.
He has zero experience so he's clumsy, but if you start talking dirty to him while jerking him off, commenting on how his huge, veiny cock looks like a dirty secret compared to his clean image, he completely snaps.
His professional persona shatters, and he will frantically ram that thick weight into you, coming violently inside you within seconds before hiding his burning face in your neck out of pure shame.
when he wants to eat it from the back but you’re too shy about the position—poor, bashful thing. so he binds your hands behind your back and straps a spreader bar to your thighs; all you can do is writhe and sob and take all the love he has to give you <3
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