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Genshin Impact â¨
Fluff
Rizzing Her Up - Mona x Male!Reader
Flirty Scene - Lisa x Male!Reader
Ganyu, Kujou Sara and Their Babies - Ganyu, Kujou Sara x Male!Reader
Kissing Headcanons - Inazuma Women x Male!Reader | Natlan Women
Relationship Headcanons - Ganyu
Eepy Girls - Ganyu, Yelan, Ei, Dehya and Their Sleeping Habits
Halloween Special: Beidou x Triton!Reader
Cryptid Series: Lauma x Not-Deer!Male!Reader
Angst
Breaking Up With Them - Ayaka | Beidou & Eula
Dark Days - Shenhe | Mizuki | Sandrone
Smut
How She Dominates You - Genshin Women x Sub!Male!Reader
NSFW Headcanons - Lumine & Mualani
Itsy Bitsy Spider - Arlecchino x Male!Reader
Down Bad For You - Sumeru Girls x Male Reader | Sumeru Boys x Female Reader
Blue Box - Sub!Furina x Dom!Male!Reader
Get Into Position: How do the Genshin Women like to do it? - Set I
Smut Short - Xilonen in estrus x Male!Reader
Hurt/Comfort
What is a Husband's Role? - Liyue Girls x Male!Reader
Don't. - Lumine x Male!Reader
Chiori, Chasca and Shenhe comforting a Small!Male!Reader
No Reader
Sol Invictus - A Mavuika and Xilonen short
Series
Equals - The Story of Yae Miko and a Factorial: Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV
Equals Extras - Silken-White Innocence: Factorial - Character Intro
Equals Extras - Factorial Art
Equals Extras - Paws And Tails: Dog Care For Dummies | Good Boy Training: Making The First Step
Things Money Can Buy - Poor Aether at the Mercy of Scaramouche: Intro | Part I
Other
About me.
81st Anniversary of the Warsaw Uprising: A Brief Overview - Part I | Part II | Part III
Artist Reviews - reiketsunomizunomegami | The rest that do not matter or why I used AI to make some images
Once again, thank you! Without an audience, writing wouldn't be as fun!
That's how it's been. Each day, as I make my way to uni or crack open a book for intense studying for exams, I hope that a meteor will fall on planet Earth and I won't have to deal with this anymore.
Recently the fanfiction side of Genshin's been like this...
Lohen: *is a character*
Female writers/readers: Until I'm swollen. Until I can't walk. Until I'm numb. Until my head hurts. Until my cheeks are red. Until the neighbours know his name. Until my eyes roll back and stay there. 'Till my throat memorises every vein~. 'Till the doctors think he turned my red blood cells white! 'Till we create the next OCEAN! 'Till he changes my DNA to his! Until my holes speak to him in Morse code!... You could put a nuclear bomb inside me, and I'd still ride~
"Eh... Well I'm black now. So first thing I did was quit all my jobs. I don't know how I'm supposed to pay the bills. Probably have to start selling crack. Or rappin'. Or rappin' about selling crack."
Sorry for the lack of activity, I'm wrapping up my school for this semester. Finals in less than a month, and I have problems with at least two subjects (epistemic logics and maths). Will be a tough battle.
A rare (and a little on the costly side) book to own, especially in Poland. I wanted to show my appreciation to the author. Is it worth it over the digital free version? Yes to me, and it also has comments on what inspired the species and a set of sketches/rejected ideas. What a shame the Windeaters were left behind, as were many miniscule species of man, such as stick insects and pseudo-bugs.
You okay man? Some of your posts disappeared, and you've been silent for a while
Eh. Could be better. I haven't been silent though, I mean maybe it's not very visible but I did update the dice game... And I'll update it again. Unfortunately I have to handle things in reality, and since my finals are a bit longer than a month away, university work is intensifying.
And also... Adulthood, simply put. Many more things to take care of, family relationships to juggle, SSRI's to eat... You know how it is. Hopefully not on the last one, I wouldn't wish it to anyone but my opps.
The night after a big score is perfect for a guy to get lucky, isn't it? Well, she has a surprise in store. Don't keep her waiting, and do cross your fingers~
Tags: NSFW, Male!Reader, Sub!Yelan, friends with benefits. Author's notes and some context in the reblog.
You're frozen in place, eyes all over the treat right in front of you.
Yelan greets you in all her glory, with nothing but her trophy jacket cascading over her bare shoulders for decency; shamlessly splayed out on the green poker table...
She rests her arms above her head, giving you the signiature view of her smooth armpits, and letting her unrestrained tits spill to the sides, free of any pesky bras; you can tell by how tight her buds are that she's enjoying displaying her arguments. Her plush thighs cover anything below her slim belly, but your imagination is working hard to fill in the blanks. As your cheeks burn and your eyes feast on her wares, your pants begin to feel increasingly tight and inconvenient.
Her lips, decorated with a special, rosy lipstick, move slowly when she speaks. "I told you how it goes. You scratch my back, I scratch yours..." Yelan smirks when her eyes fall below your belt. "And it seems you've got an awful itch to scratch, mm?"
Your mind is forced back to action when she throws something to you; one of her Hydro dice lands in the palm of your hand.Â
âWe're partners, you and I...â Yelan purrs, tracing her hand around her navel, fingertips touching something hidden just behind her shapely legs. âBut we could benefit from each other in more ways than just business...â
âYelanâŚâ You whisper, shamelessly eye-fucking her. A glance at her delicious body makes your head spin - if she uncovered what parts she concealed, you'd likely collapse right there, with a hot, wet stain on your pants... âDamn, I think I'm dreaming...â
âIf you are, it's a nice and wet one, no doubt~â She strokes her left thigh with slow, sensual motions. Her fingers sink slighty into her soft, supple curves. âLet's make a deal. You stuffed my sack full of Fatui Mora, so I'll help you empty the one dangling between your legs~ Let fate decide how.â Her composure wavers with every word, every promise of dirty fun. She smirks, but the blush betrays her. "You in?"
âAll in!â You never responded faster.
Yelan's lips part with excitement. âThen let me tell you what's on the menu, hm~?â
âIf you roll a one, you'll get a kiss for your troubles. But don't go frowning, because it won't be just a kiss. I've seen how you stared at me, how you always just barely grazed my lips when we kissed..." She bites her lip. "I don't want you to hold it anymore. I want you to shove your lips against mine and tongue-fuck me like you mean it~ As for your fingers, well... Everything is fair game~"
"Enduring my teasing all these days, while seeing my fuckable body battle those tight clothes of mine must have been torture... If fate treats you to a two, I'll clear that backlog of dense cum glued in your sweaty nuts with my hands. You know how agile they are, don't you? I know my way around a stud like you, I promise you'll be shooting dust by sunrise~"
"I've caught you staring down my bra more times than I can count - just as I wanted, why else would I adorn them with an eye-catching dangle? For a three, I'll lube my girls up and make you a nice, warm cocksleeve~ I can't wait to feel your tip rubbing across my fat tits~ They can't go unpunished for tempting good boys like you to think dirty things..."
"Fuck..." She is blushing brightly now, and her legs rub together in anticipation. "I can't wait. I've seen that poor, fat cock stuffed into those nasty pants, getting all sweaty and dirty, with no eager lips to give it a bath... That'll change if you roll a four. I'll get on my knees like a good slut and kiss, lick, suck and swallow whatever you tell me to~ Don't go easy on me either - don't you think I'm overdue for a rough throatfuck for all those things I whispered into your ear? Please, don't leave a girl with an empty stomach, baby~"
"Tell me, Y/N, do you think something's missing when you see my stomach?" She rubs it intently. "That's right - a nice, big bulge from a real cock ramming my defenceless womb. A five will let you wet your whistle between my fertile folds and rearrange my guts however you see fit... You can't imagine how many times I fucked myself with a fake cock, imagining it's your throbbing monster breeding me like I'm meant to..."
"I bet I'm gonna regret this tomorrow, but fuck it - no risk, no reward. I should charge you hazard pay though, because if you roll a six and hilt that bitch-breaker in my ass, it's gonna break... I'll be damaged goods, there's no way my hole'll go back to normal after you have your way with it... Mm~ Get it, and make me scream~!"
"So... Are you feeling lucky?"
"Roll it!"
⤠⥠⧠â˘
You rolled â!
The dice rolls silently on the table and you feel your heart drop as a single dot turns up. Yelan, who has been watching your every move, seems equally disappointed.
âAwwâŚâ She sighs. âLuck is fickle, you know that, and so do I. ButâŚâ She cups her breast with her hand, rolling the juicy globe while looking straight into your eyes. âItâs not like I said kiss and nothing more, hm? Come on, get your prize~â
You step towards her, the bitterness of bad luck quickly forgotten as you remembered that it comes with touching that fine piece of Hydro gear all you want. She hooks her finger and gestures to hurry. Finally, you walk past her legs and get a clean view of the crown jewel of Yelan's body: a noticeable mound raises beautiful, thick pussy lips, hiding her hooded clit and the doorway to heaven a bit south. Her skin crawls with excitement as you brush your fingers through the cute little bush of trimmed, dark blue pubes. She looks so plump, so delicious that you just want to part her lips with your tongue, shove it as far as you'll reach and lap up her juicesâŚÂ
âBaby~â She brings you back to delightful reality with her velvety voice. âCome closer, I'm waiting~â
You quickly unbutton and toss your shirt to the side; Yelan shuffles herself closer to the edge, just far enough to align her holes with the tent in your pants. Fuck, one more jiggle of her boobs and you're going to punch a hole through them⌠Impatient, you grab her thighs and lift her legs, placing your caged erection against the inviting hole. You can feel her lips twitch at your warmth, your weight. She wants it too. Why did you have to roll a oneâŚÂ
She gracefully wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you closer; you fall over her, propping yourself just centimeters from her face. Yelan looks into your eyes, mouth slightly open: unable to contain her lust. She's helpless there, hands left over her head, giving you unrestricted access. Her lips are adorned with a vibrant pink lipstick - so elegant, so tasteful, so Yelan.Â
The tension snaps like a strained rubber band and your lips crash against each other. Your hands clasp over her fat tits; you begin kneading them, all the while flicking her perky nipples. She moans pleasantly against you, doing nothing to defend herself. Like she said, she's yours. Yours to eat.Â
âWh-â She doesn't manage to get a word in when your hands hold her head in place. She's a squirmy one. âMhmf!âÂ
Her hands, ever obedient, grip the edge of the table as you smother her with a deep, ravenous kiss. There's a brief moment of resistance, an attempt at showing dignity, but it takes just a moment for your tongue to shove past hers and explore her mouth. With two fingers you plug her nose, earning yourself a helpless whine. Yelan's body comes to life: her hips twitch against your cock, moving ever quicker up and down, up and down. She seems panicked as you lap every bit of air from her sloppy mouth, but refuses to pull away - her cuntâs the one in charge right now. Through your pants your enslaved cock feels the dampness of her juices, slowly leaking through your pants. How could she be so cruelâŚTo show off her dripping, eager fuckhole and leave with nothing but a kiss!
Yelan gasps a desperate breath when you pull back, only to find her windpipe quickly squeezed by your hands; her arms fly to grasp your wrists. Lightly. You throw your leg over and climb onto the table with her. Yelan's legs are pushed up in the air when she ends up in a mating press. A dry mating press. She tries to push against you, get some friction on her slit, but you pull away juuust far enough to be out of range. A pleading, choked whine leaves her lips. Holding her there just a moment longer, until she starts struggling under you, her throat is eventually released from your grip.Â
You admire your work - Yelan, the seductress, the tease, the femme fatale - now sputtering, red faced and leaking grool all over the table, denied even the privilege to hump your cock like a bitch in heat.Â
âLook at you. First, walking around with your ass in tight pants and your tits out while we work, then offering your body on a dice, and now?â Her breath shudders when you drag your fingers along her cunt, bringing them up coated in sticky girl-cum. You part them and the rope slowly descends, thick like resin. âLook at this fucking mess. Just from a kiss and some grinding, huh?â
Yelan clears her throat, still gasping for air. She's flushed, weak and completely drunk on lust. âYou don't get it, do you? You're so cunning, but so fucking stupid. Proper guy right thereâŚâ
Lip, huh? Not gonna happen. You shove your hips forward, sliding your hard-on across her pussy. It's so hard it genuinely hurts. You can tell from her face that she's thinking the same - imagining your belt letting slip your cock and gliding balls deep inside her. It was wonderful to see your Yelan, now with nothing but fat, twitching cock on her mind.Â
You like that... Hah, maybe you'll keep her.Â
The promise of dick brings her right back into line. âYou think⌠Think I don't know what you've been spending your cash on, Y/N?â Seeing your suddenly furrowed brow, her pussy clenches around nothing. You're so fucking hot when you're serious. âYeah, yeah, I stalked you⌠Don't blame me though, you're such a stallion that I couldn't resist!â
Her hands go to your chest; you allow them to roam on your breast, your nips and stomach. The touch is gentle, as if she was coaxing a wild beast. âI saw you go to Scent of Spring. I saw what you did there. And I couldn't take it. I couldn't take it that you've been taking Yingâerâs whores to heaven while the tightest cunny in the Harbor was sitting outside, in the cold, with nothing but her fingers and a fake cock to keep her company!â
You don't realise what she's doing in time, and - summoning one of her ropes behind your neck - Yelan forces you closer, so close that the tip of your hard-on is parting her hungry lips. âI couldn't stand it, I couldn't stand that your bitch-breaker ended up there, and not between the legs of a girl that could appreciate it. It should be raping open my holes, not theirs!â
A few uneasy breaths pass; you can feel your dick pulsing against its prize. She speaks a bit quieter: âBesides, I love you, you moron.â
Her lips don't slam against yours this time: she entices you gently, carefully, inviting you into a soft, proper kiss. It would be romantic, no doubt, if she weren't naked, folded in half on a random table with your fuckpole poking her through utterly drenched trousers. She confessed, no doubt about it, but now is not the time for roses and chocolates. Yelan wants to fuck. She wants to fuck now.Â
Something is shoved into your hand after you part lips: another dice, this time noticeably heavier.Â
âRoll it! Roll it, asshole, and get that filthy, smelly whore-fucker inside me!âSomething tells you the next roll won't be anything but amazing.
You rolled â!
[If this posts gets 75 likes and 5 reblogs, Yelan will give you a very helping hand.]
You rolled â!
[If this post gets 100 likes, you'll get to feel the softness of clouds... Warm, wet, comfy... A man's paradise.]
You rolled a â!
[If this post gets 125 likes, you'll get Yelan her daily dose of dairy. It's good for the bones, you know!]
You rolled a â!
[If this post gets 150 likes, you'll make Yelan's fantasy come true. Celestia forbid a girl wants to get railed!]
You rolled a â !
[If this post gets 200 likes, you'll show Yelan who's boss, and make her feel things she never even imagined. Also, as a bonus, I'll share point you to the image that inspired this fic!]
Thanks for reading! This is the first "interactive" post I came up with, so let me know what you think!
"Rolled a 1!" is here. Sorry for the delays, I've got uni on my back right now. But I'm finding the time. Stay tuned, because "rolled a 2!" is next, the goal has been reached.
btw did I tell you guys I'm tinkering with Godot and Aseprite and trying to make a little game? Nothing big, for now.
Yes, I'm juggling school, writing (Equals/Nau/xreaders), translating for my job, progressing in games and sleeping. No, I'm not normal. Yes, I often get confused and fail to keep up with one of those.
The night after a big score is perfect for a guy to get lucky, isn't it? Well, she has a surprise in store. Don't keep her waiting, and do cross your fingers~
Tags: NSFW, Male!Reader, Sub!Yelan, friends with benefits. Author's notes and some context in the reblog.
You're frozen in place, eyes all over the treat right in front of you.
Yelan greets you in all her glory, with nothing but her trophy jacket cascading over her bare shoulders for decency; shamlessly splayed out on the green poker table...
She rests her arms above her head, giving you the signiature view of her smooth armpits, and letting her unrestrained tits spill to the sides, free of any pesky bras; you can tell by how tight her buds are that she's enjoying displaying her arguments. Her plush thighs cover anything below her slim belly, but your imagination is working hard to fill in the blanks. As your cheeks burn and your eyes feast on her wares, your pants begin to feel increasingly tight and inconvenient.
Her lips, decorated with a special, rosy lipstick, move slowly when she speaks. "I told you how it goes. You scratch my back, I scratch yours..." Yelan smirks when her eyes fall below your belt. "And it seems you've got an awful itch to scratch, mm?"
Your mind is forced back to action when she throws something to you; one of her Hydro dice lands in the palm of your hand.Â
âWe're partners, you and I...â Yelan purrs, tracing her hand around her navel, fingertips touching something hidden just behind her shapely legs. âBut we could benefit from each other in more ways than just business...â
âYelanâŚâ You whisper, shamelessly eye-fucking her. A glance at her delicious body makes your head spin - if she uncovered what parts she concealed, you'd likely collapse right there, with a hot, wet stain on your pants... âDamn, I think I'm dreaming...â
âIf you are, it's a nice and wet one, no doubt~â She strokes her left thigh with slow, sensual motions. Her fingers sink slighty into her soft, supple curves. âLet's make a deal. You stuffed my sack full of Fatui Mora, so I'll help you empty the one dangling between your legs~ Let fate decide how.â Her composure wavers with every word, every promise of dirty fun. She smirks, but the blush betrays her. "You in?"
âAll in!â You never responded faster.
Yelan's lips part with excitement. âThen let me tell you what's on the menu, hm~?â
âIf you roll a one, you'll get a kiss for your troubles. But don't go frowning, because it won't be just a kiss. I've seen how you stared at me, how you always just barely grazed my lips when we kissed..." She bites her lip. "I don't want you to hold it anymore. I want you to shove your lips against mine and tongue-fuck me like you mean it~ As for your fingers, well... Everything is fair game~"
"Enduring my teasing all these days, while seeing my fuckable body battle those tight clothes of mine must have been torture... If fate treats you to a two, I'll clear that backlog of dense cum glued in your sweaty nuts with my hands. You know how agile they are, don't you? I know my way around a stud like you, I promise you'll be shooting dust by sunrise~"
"I've caught you staring down my bra more times than I can count - just as I wanted, why else would I adorn them with an eye-catching dangle? For a three, I'll lube my girls up and make you a nice, warm cocksleeve~ I can't wait to feel your tip rubbing across my fat tits~ They can't go unpunished for tempting good boys like you to think dirty things..."
"Fuck..." She is blushing brightly now, and her legs rub together in anticipation. "I can't wait. I've seen that poor, fat cock stuffed into those nasty pants, getting all sweaty and dirty, with no eager lips to give it a bath... That'll change if you roll a four. I'll get on my knees like a good slut and kiss, lick, suck and swallow whatever you tell me to~ Don't go easy on me either - don't you think I'm overdue for a rough throatfuck for all those things I whispered into your ear? Please, don't leave a girl with an empty stomach, baby~"
"Tell me, Y/N, do you think something's missing when you see my stomach?" She rubs it intently. "That's right - a nice, big bulge from a real cock ramming my defenceless womb. A five will let you wet your whistle between my fertile folds and rearrange my guts however you see fit... You can't imagine how many times I fucked myself with a fake cock, imagining it's your throbbing monster breeding me like I'm meant to..."
"I bet I'm gonna regret this tomorrow, but fuck it - no risk, no reward. I should charge you hazard pay though, because if you roll a six and hilt that bitch-breaker in my ass, it's gonna break... I'll be damaged goods, there's no way my hole'll go back to normal after you have your way with it... Mm~ Get it, and make me scream~!"
"So... Are you feeling lucky?"
"Roll it!"
⤠⥠⧠â˘
You rolled â!
[If this post gets 50 notes, you'll get to see what happens! Share your wishes with Yelan, I bet she'll think about them~ (applies to all of these, of course)]
You rolled â!
[If this posts gets 75 likes and 5 reblogs, Yelan will give you a very helping hand.]
You rolled â!
[If this post gets 100 likes, you'll get to feel the softness of clouds... Warm, wet, comfy... A man's paradise.]
You rolled a â!
[If this post gets 125 likes, you'll get Yelan her daily dose of dairy. It's good for the bones, you know!]
You rolled a â!
[If this post gets 150 likes, you'll make Yelan's fantasy come true. Celestia forbid a girl wants to get railed!]
You rolled a â !
[If this post gets 200 likes, you'll show Yelan who's boss, and make her feel things she never even imagined. Also, as a bonus, I'll share point you to the image that inspired this fic!]
Thanks for reading! This is the first "interactive" post I came up with, so let me know what you think!
So... It's turned out to be more than "little". I always wanted to make an interactive post, and this is my first attempt. I know it's kinda cheap to use likes/reblogs/comments here, but it's a step towards the right direction. Everything is normal - I'm still writing - but now you get to make some sort of impact and see it develop over time. The unlockable rolls will be short (maybe up to 500 words max? Dunno) descriptions of what happens after you roll the specific number. All include a happy ending, besides 1 - but Yelan won't leave you hopeless, trust me. You'll get a chance to bounce back.
I'll definetely make more of these - as in, themed around characters. But it's a bit difficult right now to conceptualise interactive mechanics for other characters. The other one I have is simple - you, the Reader, will get a selection of toys to use on your beloved. Maybe decided by a poll? I can also picture one where you gotta solve three difficult math equations to get a reward from Shinobu. Who knows what will be next. I'll definetely make a pick-your-poison one where she holds you in her dungeon and lets you choose what she uses first and cough cough one with cbt cough cough
Anyway, the meds I'm taking make it really difficult to actively write smut, I can think only half as good as before. You know how it is on SSRIs. I'm crawling through the CoLumiReader, it takes more effort as it's one long continuous scene. I have it planned, but I know you don't like spoilers.
The night after a big score is perfect for a guy to get lucky, isn't it? Well, she has a surprise in store. Don't keep her waiting, and do cross your fingers~
Tags: NSFW, Male!Reader, Sub!Yelan, friends with benefits. Author's notes and some context in the reblog.
You're frozen in place, eyes all over the treat right in front of you.
Yelan greets you in all her glory, with nothing but her trophy jacket cascading over her bare shoulders for decency; shamlessly splayed out on the green poker table...
She rests her arms above her head, giving you the signiature view of her smooth armpits, and letting her unrestrained tits spill to the sides, free of any pesky bras; you can tell by how tight her buds are that she's enjoying displaying her arguments. Her plush thighs cover anything below her slim belly, but your imagination is working hard to fill in the blanks. As your cheeks burn and your eyes feast on her wares, your pants begin to feel increasingly tight and inconvenient.
Her lips, decorated with a special, rosy lipstick, move slowly when she speaks. "I told you how it goes. You scratch my back, I scratch yours..." Yelan smirks when her eyes fall below your belt. "And it seems you've got an awful itch to scratch, mm?"
Your mind is forced back to action when she throws something to you; one of her Hydro dice lands in the palm of your hand.Â
âWe're partners, you and I...â Yelan purrs, tracing her hand around her navel, fingertips touching something hidden just behind her shapely legs. âBut we could benefit from each other in more ways than just business...â
âYelanâŚâ You whisper, shamelessly eye-fucking her. A glance at her delicious body makes your head spin - if she uncovered what parts she concealed, you'd likely collapse right there, with a hot, wet stain on your pants... âDamn, I think I'm dreaming...â
âIf you are, it's a nice and wet one, no doubt~â She strokes her left thigh with slow, sensual motions. Her fingers sink slighty into her soft, supple curves. âLet's make a deal. You stuffed my sack full of Fatui Mora, so I'll help you empty the one dangling between your legs~ Let fate decide how.â Her composure wavers with every word, every promise of dirty fun. She smirks, but the blush betrays her. "You in?"
âAll in!â You never responded faster.
Yelan's lips part with excitement. âThen let me tell you what's on the menu, hm~?â
âIf you roll a one, you'll get a kiss for your troubles. But don't go frowning, because it won't be just a kiss. I've seen how you stared at me, how you always just barely grazed my lips when we kissed..." She bites her lip. "I don't want you to hold it anymore. I want you to shove your lips against mine and tongue-fuck me like you mean it~ As for your fingers, well... Everything is fair game~"
"Enduring my teasing all these days, while seeing my fuckable body battle those tight clothes of mine must have been torture... If fate treats you to a two, I'll clear that backlog of dense cum glued in your sweaty nuts with my hands. You know how agile they are, don't you? I know my way around a stud like you, I promise you'll be shooting dust by sunrise~"
"I've caught you staring down my bra more times than I can count - just as I wanted, why else would I adorn them with an eye-catching dangle? For a three, I'll lube my girls up and make you a nice, warm cocksleeve~ I can't wait to feel your tip rubbing across my fat tits~ They can't go unpunished for tempting good boys like you to think dirty things..."
"Fuck..." She is blushing brightly now, and her legs rub together in anticipation. "I can't wait. I've seen that poor, fat cock stuffed into those nasty pants, getting all sweaty and dirty, with no eager lips to give it a bath... That'll change if you roll a four. I'll get on my knees like a good slut and kiss, lick, suck and swallow whatever you tell me to~ Don't go easy on me either - don't you think I'm overdue for a rough throatfuck for all those things I whispered into your ear? Please, don't leave a girl with an empty stomach, baby~"
"Tell me, Y/N, do you think something's missing when you see my stomach?" She rubs it intently. "That's right - a nice, big bulge from a real cock ramming my defenceless womb. A five will let you wet your whistle between my fertile folds and rearrange my guts however you see fit... You can't imagine how many times I fucked myself with a fake cock, imagining it's your throbbing monster breeding me like I'm meant to..."
"I bet I'm gonna regret this tomorrow, but fuck it - no risk, no reward. I should charge you hazard pay though, because if you roll a six and hilt that bitch-breaker in my ass, it's gonna break... I'll be damaged goods, there's no way my hole'll go back to normal after you have your way with it... Mm~ Get it, and make me scream~!"
"So... Are you feeling lucky?"
"Roll it!"
⤠⥠⧠â˘
You rolled â!
The dice rolls silently on the table and you feel your heart drop as a single dot turns up. Yelan, who has been watching your every move, seems equally disappointed.
âAwwâŚâ She sighs. âLuck is fickle, you know that, and so do I. ButâŚâ She cups her breast with her hand, rolling the juicy globe while looking straight into your eyes. âItâs not like I said kiss and nothing more, hm? Come on, get your prize~â
You step towards her, the bitterness of bad luck quickly forgotten as you remembered that it comes with touching that fine piece of Hydro gear all you want. She hooks her finger and gestures to hurry. Finally, you walk past her legs and get a clean view of the crown jewel of Yelan's body: a noticeable mound raises beautiful, thick pussy lips, hiding her hooded clit and the doorway to heaven a bit south. Her skin crawls with excitement as you brush your fingers through the cute little bush of trimmed, dark blue pubes. She looks so plump, so delicious that you just want to part her lips with your tongue, shove it as far as you'll reach and lap up her juicesâŚÂ
âBaby~â She brings you back to delightful reality with her velvety voice. âCome closer, I'm waiting~â
You quickly unbutton and toss your shirt to the side; Yelan shuffles herself closer to the edge, just far enough to align her holes with the tent in your pants. Fuck, one more jiggle of her boobs and you're going to punch a hole through them⌠Impatient, you grab her thighs and lift her legs, placing your caged erection against the inviting hole. You can feel her lips twitch at your warmth, your weight. She wants it too. Why did you have to roll a oneâŚÂ
She gracefully wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you closer; you fall over her, propping yourself just centimeters from her face. Yelan looks into your eyes, mouth slightly open: unable to contain her lust. She's helpless there, hands left over her head, giving you unrestricted access. Her lips are adorned with a vibrant pink lipstick - so elegant, so tasteful, so Yelan.Â
The tension snaps like a strained rubber band and your lips crash against each other. Your hands clasp over her fat tits; you begin kneading them, all the while flicking her perky nipples. She moans pleasantly against you, doing nothing to defend herself. Like she said, she's yours. Yours to eat.Â
âWh-â She doesn't manage to get a word in when your hands hold her head in place. She's a squirmy one. âMhmf!âÂ
Her hands, ever obedient, grip the edge of the table as you smother her with a deep, ravenous kiss. There's a brief moment of resistance, an attempt at showing dignity, but it takes just a moment for your tongue to shove past hers and explore her mouth. With two fingers you plug her nose, earning yourself a helpless whine. Yelan's body comes to life: her hips twitch against your cock, moving ever quicker up and down, up and down. She seems panicked as you lap every bit of air from her sloppy mouth, but refuses to pull away - her cuntâs the one in charge right now. Through your pants your enslaved cock feels the dampness of her juices, slowly leaking through your pants. How could she be so cruelâŚTo show off her dripping, eager fuckhole and leave with nothing but a kiss!
Yelan gasps a desperate breath when you pull back, only to find her windpipe quickly squeezed by your hands; her arms fly to grasp your wrists. Lightly. You throw your leg over and climb onto the table with her. Yelan's legs are pushed up in the air when she ends up in a mating press. A dry mating press. She tries to push against you, get some friction on her slit, but you pull away juuust far enough to be out of range. A pleading, choked whine leaves her lips. Holding her there just a moment longer, until she starts struggling under you, her throat is eventually released from your grip.Â
You admire your work - Yelan, the seductress, the tease, the femme fatale - now sputtering, red faced and leaking grool all over the table, denied even the privilege to hump your cock like a bitch in heat.Â
âLook at you. First, walking around with your ass in tight pants and your tits out while we work, then offering your body on a dice, and now?â Her breath shudders when you drag your fingers along her cunt, bringing them up coated in sticky girl-cum. You part them and the rope slowly descends, thick like resin. âLook at this fucking mess. Just from a kiss and some grinding, huh?â
Yelan clears her throat, still gasping for air. She's flushed, weak and completely drunk on lust. âYou don't get it, do you? You're so cunning, but so fucking stupid. Proper guy right thereâŚâ
Lip, huh? Not gonna happen. You shove your hips forward, sliding your hard-on across her pussy. It's so hard it genuinely hurts. You can tell from her face that she's thinking the same - imagining your belt letting slip your cock and gliding balls deep inside her. It was wonderful to see your Yelan, now with nothing but fat, twitching cock on her mind.Â
You like that... Hah, maybe you'll keep her.Â
The promise of dick brings her right back into line. âYou think⌠Think I don't know what you've been spending your cash on, Y/N?â Seeing your suddenly furrowed brow, her pussy clenches around nothing. You're so fucking hot when you're serious. âYeah, yeah, I stalked you⌠Don't blame me though, you're such a stallion that I couldn't resist!â
Her hands go to your chest; you allow them to roam on your breast, your nips and stomach. The touch is gentle, as if she was coaxing a wild beast. âI saw you go to Scent of Spring. I saw what you did there. And I couldn't take it. I couldn't take it that you've been taking Yingâerâs whores to heaven while the tightest cunny in the Harbor was sitting outside, in the cold, with nothing but her fingers and a fake cock to keep her company!â
You don't realise what she's doing in time, and - summoning one of her ropes behind your neck - Yelan forces you closer, so close that the tip of your hard-on is parting her hungry lips. âI couldn't stand it, I couldn't stand that your bitch-breaker ended up there, and not between the legs of a girl that could appreciate it. It should be raping open my holes, not theirs!â
A few uneasy breaths pass; you can feel your dick pulsing against its prize. She speaks a bit quieter: âBesides, I love you, you moron.â
Her lips don't slam against yours this time: she entices you gently, carefully, inviting you into a soft, proper kiss. It would be romantic, no doubt, if she weren't naked, folded in half on a random table with your fuckpole poking her through utterly drenched trousers. She confessed, no doubt about it, but now is not the time for roses and chocolates. Yelan wants to fuck. She wants to fuck now.Â
Something is shoved into your hand after you part lips: another dice, this time noticeably heavier.Â
âRoll it! Roll it, asshole, and get that filthy, smelly whore-fucker inside me!âSomething tells you the next roll won't be anything but amazing.
You rolled â!
[If this posts gets 75 likes and 5 reblogs, Yelan will give you a very helping hand.]
You rolled â!
[If this post gets 100 likes, you'll get to feel the softness of clouds... Warm, wet, comfy... A man's paradise.]
You rolled a â!
[If this post gets 125 likes, you'll get Yelan her daily dose of dairy. It's good for the bones, you know!]
You rolled a â!
[If this post gets 150 likes, you'll make Yelan's fantasy come true. Celestia forbid a girl wants to get railed!]
You rolled a â !
[If this post gets 200 likes, you'll show Yelan who's boss, and make her feel things she never even imagined. Also, as a bonus, I'll share point you to the image that inspired this fic!]
Thanks for reading! This is the first "interactive" post I came up with, so let me know what you think!
About the (Columbina)LuminexReader thing I'm writing. I know that, in her limbo state, she couldn't really interact with anything else reality destabilises and throws her back into the void, but wouldn't it be fun if she could, at least, touch things? Not like people, but other things. Goes with the team of Lumine being a bit of a freak. In the good sense. I hope you have nothing against it.
Yes, this post is an excuse to share that I'm writing it. So far it's a perfect 1234 words, coming into the first point of the programme. I've planned two.
If there was an AI version of you, Iâd be able to request what it would be like to play the critically acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV with an expanded free trial which you can play through the entirety of A Realm Reborn and the award winning Stormblood expansion up to level 70 for free with no restrictions on play time, but with Furina because I love her.
The price is too extreme for me. To get all content (I don't play games that I can't play the entirety of) I'd have to lay down 650 PLN. I rarely spend more than 60 PLN on a game. Are the achievements, at least, doable solo?
So I was planning, as I do, for the foursome fic I've announced a long time ago. I had an ordinary scene in mind, but what if... Hear me out. Since I have free will and I can write whatever I want, without constraining myself with reason and believability, how about the following premise (obviously NSFW):
Reader (you) is so liked by one character that they create a teapot/pocket dimension for him. It's a beautiful scenery - say, a tropical island with sapphire water and beautiful sunsets; everything you need is provided for. You have springs of fresh, clean water, varied, healthy and delicious food, a lot of space for training and doing whatever you like. You have accepted to live there under one condition.
You're game for any and all girls that enter. They might do whatever they want with you, dress you up however they like, touch each and every crevice on your body... You're their pet boy.
The headcanons would describe how they shape the teapot and what they make use of you.
Assumptions include: They love you and, unless stated otherwise, are your sole mistress. There are no bugs, diseases, bad weather, your body is much more vigorous and prepared for free use. There's no need for waste disposal or cleaning up (applies to toys as well). Injuries heal rapidly. She can freely change the scenery, choose your clothes and body hair, set the mood, use any item or toy she can think of, always consensually. She never abuses her power. When she's not there, you have lots of things to keep you busy.
Oh, and some of them might ban wearing clothes. Just saying.
So basically a free-use paradise (?) for her with her beloved at her disposal. A perfect occasion to show just where the gal's imagination will take her, and what kind of paradise she envisions. Of course lots of smut. I won't waste any time on introductions or explanations, just straight to the good stuff.
If you're interested, send in the character and, if you feel like it, what her scenery would be and what she will do to the Reader. You know, just some ideas for me to consider. Characters that will end up in the first bunch will be Dehya, Shenhe (no red ropes too) and Eula as they were by far the most popular picks. I don't blame you, I could die between these muscular thighs too.
Other projects - I have done some work on Lumine x Reader smut oneshot with a guest appearance of Columbina. In short, she explores the memories of Lumine and stumbles upon a scene where Lumine, after teasing you all day, devours her meal.
PS:I don't want to talk about my birthday. It was awful. Nobody bothered to spend any time with me and I got only a duvet as a gift; I made a poor choice of cake and it's very meh too. If not for nosleepbelike's sketches, I would have probably fallen into another trench of despair. At least my family/friends could have given me something even symbolic, like a 20 PLN Google Play giftcard... Or a cup with foxes... Anything. It's one of two times in the year when you're meant to get gifts. I think it's not greedy of me to want to get something... Ofc I don't expect anything from internet people. Thanks for reading this mini rant. I'll share the art by nosleepbelike in a separate post as stapling her stuff onto a smut discussion would be disrespectful.
Ok I don't know if you still take requests but I have an Arlecchino and make reader Idea that I have been thinking about for months and I know you do Fic's about her and I eat them Up like a crack addict taking crack, So if you ever see this would you please make it?
Anyways back to the main topic at hand, Male reader and Arlecchino are married and they've been married for a few years now and have been going steady, so steady in fact that they had a kid, anyways the kid was born (The Baby's gender is whatever you want) and is around a year old and Reader and Arlecchino are having a wonderful married life... Until recently a few weeks ago, Arle has been noticing that Reader has been leaving the bed in the middle of the night, She Obviously doesn't like that and so she secretly follows him... Only to see that he's been going into the baby's room and has been trying to get them to say "Mama".
How she reacts and confronts him about it is completely on you.
Thank you for the kind words; I saw your other request for a yandere Arlecchino, don't worry. Anyway, enjoy - I hope you like it.
