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[darkchocolaine]

That running joke of scaramouche having a detachable dick or none at all because he's a puppet is so damn hilarious.

[tinymaru-archived]

buy HIM a pretty bracelet with a bell to hear it jingle when HE desperately fucks into his fist on a phone call with you

[mrskodzuken]

@xshinigamikittenx oh yes these will gonna [redacted] your [redacted] 🥰🥰🥰🥰 (also fuck you Dumblr for not letting me answer Nyx’s ask 😭🔪)

Here’s Sunarin’s skillful beautiful hands:

...and Beel’s bulging large hands ☺️

*wipes drool*

Handcanon Ask Game!

[pissvortex]

🗣 COOOOCK

[saekogun]

[noncon, implied previous noncon, drugging, slight somnophilia, short but under the cut due to themes]

if you know me n this blog, then you'd definitely know that I'm a resident """soft""" noncon enthusiast, and I avidly believe that pantalone is just utterly made for those exact purposes <3

he likes keeping his darling a little loopy (for a lack of a better word) at all times, too drugged up from some unknown product that pantalone had dottore make just for you to think straight or resist any of pantalones advances. you have a bit of a fighting spirit, which really is understandable given your circumstances, but you're such a poor little thing, you shouldn't force yourself to fight fights you'll never win, and whatever drug he's putting into your system keeps that spirit at bay. besides, pantalone is an avid fan of domesticality and taking his time loving you fully, and keeping you so placated like this helps him be able to do all of the things he wants to do with you without a hitch.

a great added bonus of the drug is that you really can't struggle against him when pantalone decides that he wants to he more intimate with you, especially after a long day of work.

you're always so cute and sleepy when he comes home, and he takes it as an opportunity to make love to you. he loves cuddling with you before gently rocking into you from behind as you squirm and cry and let out little 'no's and 'stop's that fall on deaf ears, shushing you softly as he does so, burying his face into your neck and letting you feel the way his lips are stretched into a soft little smile. "there there, honey, it's okay, it's okay, just let it happen, sweetheart." he coos, but it never does anything to qualm your tears or stop you from trying to no avail to get out of his grasps. he lets out a little laugh each and everytime, utterly in love with the way you try to fight against him as if your body wasn't drugged up and actively acting against your will.

bonus little things he loves cooing into your ear: "you're so good for me, so perfect." "it's okay, it'll be over soon, then I can give you a nice, warm bath like I always do, right?" "I know, I know, but I just can't help myself, angel. I can never resist taking you."

(@albedosangel pantalone for my beloved aria <3)

[honeykaes]

—❝ 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 ❞ 𝐢𝐢

✦ feat. albedo, xiao, itto, scaramouche, and lisa 

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, fingering (albedo), overstimulation (xiao), ahegao (xiao), possesiveness (xiao), cumshot (xiao) rough sex (xiao), foodplay (itto), creampie (itto), belly bulge (itto), size kink (itto), shibari (scaramouche), bondage (scaramouche), implied degragtion (scaramouche), impact play (scaramouche), semi-public sex (lisa), cunnilingus (lisa), squirting (lisa), unedited

You never notice, cyan eyes staring at you from behind. He tries to make sure of it, whenever his lust is running particularly rampant.

Albedo is obsessed with the way you feel under his touch. He can’t help imagining, pressing his cold, smooth hands along the plush of your thighs, squeezing it before creeping up. He could see the way your thighs would shiver and shake. 

He just wants you to sit in his lap, his fingers plowing deep within you as your cunt drools out, staining his pants and chair with your shame. He wants nothing more than to press soft butterfly kisses along the nape of your neck, shivering under his cool touch as you shift your hips and grind against the bulge tightly pressed and nudging at the fat of your ass

He wants to make you into a mess, to feel your walls squeeze and clench down on his fingers—for them to suck him in further, having that beautiful voice of yours calling out to him, for him to do whatever he desires to your body.

Albedo can only click his tongue turning around, feeling his cock pulsate to life. You truly were an experiment, testing his patience.

God, he hated when you were interacting with others. He tried to hide the more possessive parts of him, so badly—but he couldn’t hide the grunt from lurching out of his throat. 

He wanted nothing more than pin you down to a bed right now, his hands tightly weaved with yours. He wanted to hear the loud smacks echoing out, from his thrust—watching the ripples of the force move its way through the globe of your ass. He wanted to feel you squirm against him, totally helpless to press your fingers against your throbbing clit—only shifting your thighs back and forth in a pathetic attempt to satiate the burning.

And to feel you tightly squeeze against his length, plowing inside of you—your voice rising and begging as you reached your high, was a noise he would forever be addicted to.

The best part was turning you over, seeing your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth agape with drool running down the side of your glossy lips as he slowly leaves your warm hole, pumping his cock rapidly before spurting his cum on your lower stomach.

For now, he could only scoff with hot cheeks. Hopefully, this feeling of jealousy will pass…

Hopefully…

Itto absolutely loved watching you in the kitchen. It was always his favorite thing to do, chatting away the day while observing you making some of his favorite meals. This time though, the oni was uncharacteristically quiet—scarlet-slitted eyes zoned in on the chocolate sauce you managed to smear on your face.

God, you already tasted so sweet to him. He could only imagine letting the sweet, sticky chocolate sauce and smearing it across your perk nipples for hours on end. The flat of his tongue would suck, as his fingers slowly rubbed against the river slowly erupting from your cunt. 

He wouldn’t be able to stop from burying this cock deep inside of you. It always put a grin on his face as it struggled to fit, with every trust hitting your cervix again and again. The best part about it was when you would cross your legs, letting him in, even deeper if it was possible at all. 

Feeling your walls massage and milk him, it wouldn’t be very difficult for his balls to completely 

empty out of you his cum would endlessly fill you up, making a small bulge in your belly. 

And even then, he wouldn’t help to swipe his tongue against your neck, the taste of chocolate still somehow managing to penetrate his tastebuds.

Fuck…he was praying you weren’t paying attention to the boner clearly lined in his pants.

He had been staring at a piece of rope for hours now, contemplating with himself. He was aware that some couples would part take in it, but his heart always erupted in unsteady palpatations whenever he thought of bringing it up with you.

Still, the thought of the ropes intricately wrapped around your form was enough for his cock to stand at attention.

He wanted to hear you beg out to him, begging for him to finally touch you. He wanted to press the pads of his fingers against your clit, muttering how needy you were—just as he likes it.

And the thought of him holding the ropes, restricting your arms tightly—thrusting deep within you was something that always made him go wild.

Would you shake your head in absolute pleasure going crazy you couldn’t touch him or yourself? Would you whine as he slapped his palm down against your ass for disobeying him?

Scaramouche’s breathing began to get heavy as he slowly disrobed himself. Thankfully, he would be alone in his office for a while. 

The librarian was haunted by her dreams. It seemed like whenever she closed her eyes and finally rested for the night, you would be there driving her absolutely wild. Even now—watching you do something as simple as reading—a rush of pleasure burns through her.

If she could have it her way, your legs would be spread and perched onto her desk. She would smile, adding chaste kisses to your thighs before letting her tongue grace your clit. The witch could only moan imagining how sweet you would taste under her, her fingers slowly burying their way into your wet, tight cunt.

And even then, she would want to feel your legs cave in, pulling her face even deeper towards your pussy. She would want to bury her nails in the plush of your thighs, slurping up the juices leaking out and swirling circles along the edge of your clit. 

And even then, feeling you shudder and quake as you reached your high with her lower face becoming absolutely soaked from your cunt squirting out—she could feel the hearts forming in her green eyes.

With a lighthearted sigh, Lisa closed her book and walked toward you. Whenever she truly wanted something, she would absolutely have to have it.

[oriigirii]

Gamer moment, amirite fellow gamers?

[darkchocolaine]

@waka-chan-out

[dottores]

07:36 PM | sanzu h.

sanzu haruchiyo x fem!reader

summary: sanzu never really did well on his birthday but you were hoping this year could be different. your first hurdle laid in somehow confronting him about it.

warnings: implied disassociation, mentioned past alcoholism and drug abuse, implied age gap (21/22 -> 28)

notes: for @arlertslove's SELFSHIP collab <- selfship, be respectful in tags pls, i made it ‘x reader’ so others can enjoy it too if they would like to

anyway this is a drabble set before the full fic im gonna post on his birthday so enjoy

not doing full taglist but: @kxeyas @mxnjiros @thomaphoria @kisakiapologist @izxnas @manjiroscum @arozaur @semisgroupie @arlertslove @sweetsbysatori @sanoinc @tokyometronetwork

wordcount: 2.2k (ty tee LMAO)

he was staring again. it was something you had become used to over the years of your relationship—sanzu tended to zone out when he got back from a long day of meetings or a particularly grueling mission. in the beginning, you had thought it was just his way of decompressing, his way of clearing his mind and settling himself down after a stressful day.

you quickly put together that it was not, in fact, a decompressing tactic after a long day. instead, you realized, it was a sort of dissociation that he was particularly vulnerable to on days of significance to him—or, rather, days of significance that he liked to try to convince himself meant nothing. you could tell that he did not like when you asked him about it, and he certainly did not like when you disturbed him while he was in a state like that so you usually just let him be and when he snapped out of, he’d pretend it never happened. it wasn’t healthy, you knew that, but it was healthier than the alternative.

before he had met you, he had drowned himself in drugs and alcohol on those days and all of the days surrounding it. you supposed this, as worrisome as it might be, was at least, better than the horror stories that haitani ran and kokonoi hajime had told you about how he used to be, where they genuinely feared he wouldn’t make it through the night, but you still couldn’t help the anxiety that crept through you whenever you caught him like this.

especially now, because one of those days were coming up again—his birthday, three days from now, and he had been spiraling for four already.  and it would only get worse as the day approached.

you hovered at the door to your shared bedroom, fingers twisting in front of you, a cold feeling settled in your chest as you watched him stare into the mirror on your wall. his lips were tight and twisted down, his eyes were blank. there was splatters of blood staining his face and bare chest but no signs of any wounds—it was not his own. 

he had been like this for 40 minutes now—since he had gotten home.

sanzu haruchiyo did not like celebrating any significant day to him but especially his birthday. he never had, you hadn’t even known his birthday until his older brother, takeomi, accidentally let it slip. that was two years ago, before the two of you were officially together. sanzu has not spoken to him since unless mikey demanded it, no matter how hard takeomi tried. and the first time you attempted to do something for his birthday, he shut you out for a week—it was clear that the day brought up bad memories for him, and you didn’t want to push but…

but you hated it. it was always give and never take with him—he’d buy you things, celebrate all of your special days, lay you back and spend hours between your thighs spelling out his devotion to you with his tongue but whenever you tried to reciprocate, he drew back and pushed you away. and you didn’t even know why. it hadn’t been like this before your relationship had become serious, when the two of you had just been friends fucking around with no strings attached.

a part of you feared that you had pushed him into this relationship too quickly and he hadn’t been ready yet, and maybe he still wasn’t ready but he was worried that bringing it up to you would upset you, and it ate at you.

guilt clawed at your chest as you stepped into the room.

sanzu didn’t react.

you let out a quiet sigh as you walked toward him. you walked slow, as not to startle him, but you knew that when he was in a state like this he wouldn’t notice you regardless of your pace. 

it was dangerous, really, you thought to yourself as you drew closer to him. if you were anyone else… well, there really was no reason to consider anyone else because you weren’t anyone else, you were you, and for a moment, you wondered if that was the reason why he let himself withdraw into such a vulnerable state—because he trusted you, because he knew that you wouldn’t take advantage of him while he was like this and you wouldn’t let anyone else ever do it.

your throat felt tight as the bed dipped beneath you. You kneeled next to him, shifting behind him to hang your arms loose around his shoulders, chest pressed against his back, lips pressed against his hair.

sanzu didn’t react.

“haru,” your voice wavered, your arms tightened around him. 

he flinched at the sound of his name, finally drawn out of his own mind. you took in a shaky breath as sanzu turned his head to the side so he could see you, blue eyes blank and waiting for whatever you wanted to say.

and you hesitated because you had a million things you wanted to say to him and you weren’t sure where to start. 

“can i hold you tonight?” the words finally fell from your lips, and you weren’t entirely sure if that had been what you were trying to say but you supposed you could work with it.

sanzu’s brow furrowed at your words, his lips twitched and you could predict the refusal on his lips. 

“please,” you said before he could deny you, grip tightening, if only barely, around his body. 

and sanzu hesitated, he didn’t speak but his eyes were searching yours for some sort of answer and you hoped he found the one he was looking for because you weren’t quite sure what the answer he wanted was.

evidently, he found it, if the way his shoulders slumped and he leaned back into you had anything to say about it. and your heart was in your throat as you tugged him further onto the bed, away from the edge.

your fingers were shaky as you pulled him back with you. anxious that even one wrong move would have him withdrawing again. 

but he only fell with you, eyes sliding shut as he rested his head on your chest and you couldn’t help but wonder just how exhausted he might be. he was never usually this pliant, even with you.

your nails gently scraped his scalp as you ran your fingers through his hair, toying carefully with the soft strands, a small smile on your lips as you watched his long lashes flutter shut, soft puffs of air escaping his pink lips as he melted into you.

the cold feeling disappeared, replaced by a warm one that had your chest bubbly. you pressed your lips to the top of his head, bringing your hand from his hair to his face, gently wiping away the blood that staining his skin with your sleeve. 

he let out a soft, tired hum at your touch, one of his hands coming up grab yours as your free hand drifted down his chest, tracing the healed scars that marred his skin. 

“we should do something on sunday,” you said after a moment and as soon as the words left your lips you wished you could swallow your own tongue. 

sunday, at least you were careful to say, not his birthday.

but sanzu tensed regardless. he was not stupid, he knew exactly what day sunday was and you held your breath as you waited for him to get aggressive. he always did whenever you brought up doing something special for him. you had pushed, and you shouldn’t have pushed. you knew better.

narrowed blue eyes peered up at you suspiciously and once again, your nerves caught on fire. you felt distinctly like a deer in tall grass trying to slink past a panther and one wrong move… 

but instead of pouncing, all he said was, “like what?” his voice was short, you could hear the underlying defensive tone and you knew you had to be even more careful with what you said next but you couldn’t help the hope that swelled in your chest because this was progress. he had never considered it before.

“i-“ you cleared your throat as your voice cracked, tracing his cheekbones with your fingers as his gripped tightened on other your hand slightly. “nothing in particular, i just think it would be good for us to get out of the apartment.”

his eyes narrowed further, yours widened slightly, “why not tomorrow or saturday? why sunday?” he questioned.

okay, you thought, relieved. easy.

“cause i have work tomorrow and saturday, silly,” you murmured, kissing the top of his head again. and sanzu let out a long exhale, relaxing back into you, but you could see in his eyes that his guard was still up. “we don’t have to, it was just an idea. i miss doing things with you. work has kept us both so busy.”

“i’ll think about it,” he said, and you supposed it was better than no, even if he would likely end up backing out. you appreciated the fact that he still considered it instead of shooting it down right away. 

sanzu’s eyes drooped shut, his guard dropped again.

you sighed, cupping his cheek gently and turning his face up toward you so you could lean down and press your lips against his soft ones.

“i don’t even know why you work,” sanzu murmured against your lips, “let me take care of you. i make more than enough money for us. i have all of bonten’s resources at our disposal. you don’t need to work at that shitty firm, they take advantage of you.”

you giggled quietly as he repeated the same words you had heard him utter a million times over, just as passionate as he had been the first time he told you if not more. you pressed another soft kiss to his lips and then to the tip of his nose, “that’s not gonna work, baby, you know that. it’s not about the money.”

sanzu looked displeased, as he always did whenever you denied his requests to stay at home and quit your job, “they take advantage of you,” he repeated.

you shrugged, “life of an intern, it’ll get better.”

“i’ll kill them,” he promised, brows still furrowed, lips turned down, but eyes peacefully slid shut as he rested on your chest. it used to take you aback how easily he could stay stuff like that, knowing damn well he had every intention of following through with the promise but you had grown used to it over the years.

“don’t you dare,” you sighed. “if you do that, i’ll just have to start over at another firm and restart the process.”

sanzu let out a frustrated puff of air, turning his head to hide his face into your chest, “you make things more difficult than they need to be,” his voice was muffled against your skin.

“murder is not the answer to everything, haruchiyo,” you told him, absently braiding a few strands of his hair.

he peeked up at you from your chest, “it’s the easiest route, and most effective,” he argued half-heartedly but you only stared at him, waiting for him to back down. he always did, you were one of only two people that sanzu haruchiyo would back down to, nobody else had that luxury. and he did, he let out another quiet breath and let his eyes droop back shut.

you didn’t say anything else, only stroking his hair and tracing patterns on his skin as he slowly began to doze off on your chest. you could see the dark bags beneath his eyes and your chest tightened, wondering how many nights he had lay awake, unable to sleep and unwilling to disturb your rest, laying alone and in the dark, letting his thoughts consume him.

your arms tightened around him and he let out a soft noise, shifting slightly. he was already fast asleep, it must have been a lot of nights—sanzu was never one to fall asleep easily, he always twisted and turned for hours.

you supposed you would plan something for the two of you to do on his birthday anyway. even though you were all but certain he’d end up backing out as it got closer, there was still that off chance that he did decide to try to do something with you and you didn’t want him to be disappointed if he did.

you watched him carefully for a moment, feeling the even puffs of warm air against your skin as he turned his face into you. and you were glad that you could at least give him a little bit of peace in his hellish life. you had known since that day you met him in the cafe near campus that associating with sanzu haruchiyo was bound to bring chaos and stress to your otherwise peaceful life. more than he was worth, your few remaining friends would tell you whenever he wasn’t around but you disagreed, and you always would—sanzu has plenty of hurdles to overcome in regards to relationships, and you knew it would be a long time before he was able to work through all of them, but you knew he was always trying his best for you, tonight was proof enough of that.

and once you were sure he was fully asleep, you leaned down, pressing your lips to his forehead before speaking the three words that you didn’t dare yet say aloud while he was awake.

[honeykaes]

—𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

pairing: half-dragon emperor!zhongli x afab!reader

w/c: 2.9k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

disclaimer: there is no pronouns for reader but they are afab, reader is a concubine, emperor au, slight angst, some guizhong x zhongli, monster-fucking, zhongli has some patches os scales, horns and fangs, tongue fucking, zhongli’s tongue grows, cunniligus, breeding, dick bulge, zhongli has a unique dick, marking, mention of blood, size kink, full nelson, overstimulation, dacryphila, implied size kink, reader passes out, unedited

summary: after being gifted with immortality after being exchanged to becoming one of the emperor’s concubines, you noticed he is acting very strange this springtime.

a/n: this is my first submission for my monsterfucker may collab! I hope you guys enjoy it

The empire known as Liyue was an extremely prosperous nation, holding many luxuries as trade seemingly thrived. The emperor, Zhongli, was always celebrated, triumphing and gaining more land, more gold and more commodities for his people.

He was ethereal, untouchable to so many people. People couldn’t believe he was human, but only a few people on the other side of the large pearly gates of his palace knew otherwise. Regardless of his humanistic face and body, a dragon lay underneath it—strong, powerful, and unforgiving.

“Pardon, the emperor, has requested to see you. He’s currently in his chambers,” a servant murmured towards you. His esteemed secretary, Ganyu, gave you a small smile. She was always timid and reserved, doing her tasks to perfection regardless of whatever ridiculous request other concubines would ask of her. As a sigh escaped your lips, you nodded your head getting up from your place at your desk.

Although the emperor has thrived for years, the blood staining his hand had known heartbreak and hurt. The emperor once had a wife—the beautiful, kind, collected Guizhong. She did her best to let the culture of Liyue thrive as Zhongli focused on his countless battles. Art, calligraphy, music, dance—Liyue owed a lot to her.

The sweet white-haired empress fell ill though, a disease unknown and incurable despite the many doctors Zhongli commissioned from around the world. It was said, he refused to be there when she took her last break, soft ruby eyes of her going dull.

In order to get worried nobles and artisans off of his back, Zhongli soon created the concubine system. Beautiful women from the various regions of Liyue soon flocked and decorated the once barren palace. Still, Zhongli did not indulge them—hiding away in his studies. It had been a millennium since her passing, and yet he closed the world and his heart off.

You were sure why you were chosen as a concubine either. You were from Liyue, only a traveler that was down on their luck. As you were on the ground, trying to recover some strength from walking hours—golden laid down on you. His expression was unreadable, his hand reaching out towards you.

And you took it without a second thought, not once fearing the monster in a human disguise.

Instead of rags, lay fine silk covering your form. Instead of dirt, jewels decorated your body. Instead of mortality, you were blessed to be immortal. You even had specialized servants there to listen to your every need.

And like the others, he did not touch you once in all these years.

“Thank you for letting me know Ganyu, I’ll be on my way,” you replied. As you left your abode, the halls of the palace seemed more deserted than usual. It always seemed to have someone hanging out there, drinking wine, chatting, etc.—yet none of that could be seen. Your stomach churned as you headed towards the east wing of the estate.

Something just didn’t seem right.

Your face felt warm when you finally discovered where he was in his chambers. The emperor was in a bath. His eyes were closed, long hair drifting down the milky water like a stream. Flowers floated among it as the smell of glaze lilies drifted heavily in the air.

“...Please join me in the other tub. The servants have already added milk, honey, and flowers. I hope it is to your liking,” his deep voice reverberated. Your eyes drifted down momentarily, your heart throbbing in your chest. Zhongli had not touched you once, and now he wished to see you bare in a tub next to his.

The contract you signed in mystic golden ink flashed in your head.

You chose this title. You accepted being his concubine for his luxuries and royalties. He must finally want his share of his agreement.

You slowly took off the sash of your hanfu, letting the various expensive fabrics fall on the tile floor. A shiver took over your body as it tried to adjust to the sudden temperature. You swiftly headed towards the bath, sinking into the sweet water with a loud plop. Water sloshed around before it finally calmed and adjusted to your sudden change.

The water was warm, as it tried to tempt your body to relax. You couldn’t though, not when the emperor was in the tub next to you—eyes still closed.

“You wanted me, my lord,” you murmured. He let out a deep sigh, nose slightly whistling before finally letting his eyes open. Those pupils of his always pierced your own—golden like the sun shaped as if it were a citrine gemstone on top of honey-hued irises.

Your eyes narrowed gazing at a patch seemingly glowing from the light of the window. A patch of golden scales lay on his cheek. Was he beginning to shed his human disguise? You have not once seen the scale on his skin before. Even though you knew of his status, he never showed any of those traits openly like this.

“Zhongli, are you alright? I apologize if I’m speaking out of term, but you don’t seem to be acting like yourself,” your murmured. You caved in to the water hearing him chuckle, almost amused at your statement.

“Do you think so, I think I’m actually beginning to act like myself, my dear,” he replied. My dear? That was new too…

Zhongli rose from the tub, letting his nude form be free to your gaze. As much as you were tempted to turn away, your eyes lay focused on his cock. He was big and so thick. He was fully erect as well. Patches of various scales were scattered at different parts of his body too.

“M-Zhongli!” you stammered out, getting up from the tub as well. Zhongli could only smile, gaze darkening in lust and desire at your form. He slowly got closer to you, large hands holding your side on the base of the bathtub. You could feel sharp nails poking where he felt you, as he leaned in closer—lips whispers away from yours. Your lips quivered at the anticipation, feeling his soft lips hover on top of yours.

“Are you still alright with this, I didn’t clear you from your busy schedule did I,” he murmured. You nodded your head

“N-No…but, I don’t mind. This is what I agreed to when you saved me that day Zhongli,” you whispered back. Zhongli only grunted, capturing your lips finally. As your eyes fluttered closed, you noticed how rough he was, almost taking your breath away in the process. His lips parted, letting his tongue come and savor you. His hands had begun trailing up and down your curves as well, as if memorizing the way your skin felt underneath his touch.

You felt something slightly painful beginning to poke at your bottom lip. The familiar taste of iron hit your tongue. Zhongli leaned out, letting you get a glimpse of the long canines protruding from his teeth. Your eyes widened, noticing the horns that also materialized on the sides of his head.

His human disguise was really beginning to dissipate.

His lips only curled into a smirk, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek before littering them slowly and slowly to your form—your neck, your shoulder, your breasts, your naval, your thigh—letting that sweet taste of honey and milk stain those petal-like lips of his.

He moved your legs wider, getting a better look at your entrance. Your body shivered, feeling his lips connect with your clit, the familiar sensation of pleasure was beginning to burn inside of you. His tongue prodded out, beginning to swipe his tongue along the bundle of nerves, groaning as he could feel your juices beginning to leak out and coat your folds.

“Mmm. I don’t know whether this is from the bath but you taste so sweet my dear,” he murmured out as a moan coaxed out of you as your hands darted up to reach his horns, tightly gripping them to stay steady. His eyes flickered up to you momentarily in surprise only to close once more to properly savor his meal.

Zhongli sucked hard on your clit, lifting it up with the amount of fervor he had, watching it jump back into place once he finally let it go. His tongue maneuvered around the bud too, only drifting away at times to go back and flicker along the actual nub.

His fingers traveled to both of your folds, stretching you out wider for him to continue his abuse on your clit. His tongue slowly drifted down to your puckering hole, pushing it inside as his fingers replaced where his lips once were.

“H-How is this possible. F-Fuck!,” you moaned out. Your eyes blew wide, squirming under his grasp as you felt his tongue reach deeper and deeper inside of you. Your walls fluttered, clamping down at his inhumanely long tongue hitting the deepest parts of you. Your body shook as the pleasure began getting overwhelming for you. With slow, meticulous circles rubbing along your throbbing clit and his tongue somehow curving up and hitting that other sensitive part inside of you.

Your legs caved in his heavy, pushing his face deeper in your crotch with your grip still on his horns. You could feel his lips forming a smirk, as his factions began going faster and faster. His tongue drilled in and out of you, fingers rapidly rubbing your clit. He was slurping loudly, your essence dripping down on the tile.

“M’gonna. M’gonna. Zhongli!!!” you screamed out, back-arching as you finally reached your peak. With your tear-pricked eyes rolled back, your body convulsed trying to recover from the immense orgasm that just rocked you.

When Zhongli finally raised his head away from your hole, your half-lidded eyes noticed his tongue was normal, swiping your slick coating his fingers. His cheeks held a rosy hue, almost as if he was shy all of a sudden. As you let your back fall backward, Zhongli quickly held an arm out, cradling you in them.

“Are you alright?” he murmured out. A flash of confusion hit your expression. You wondered why he was being so attentive and caring, for someone who seduced you not even 10 minutes ago.

“Y-Yeah…” you croaked out. Zhongli sighed once more, eyes drifting down to the floor. His gaze hardened, grip on you getting tighter.

“...I want to apologize. I lost my composure and ended up dragging you into this. I did not wish for you, or anyone to see this side of myself,” Zhongli murmured. You didn’t respond, only drifting your hands up and pressing it on the patch of scales on his cheek. His eyes momentarily widened but softened as he leaned against your touch.

“Spring is a beautiful season for almost everyone. The bitterness of the cold is gone, there is a new harvest and treats to eat, even the glaze lilies I adore so much bloom beautifully at this time,” Zhongli hummed with a slight smile. His lips soon after curved down, eyebrows furrowed in frustration and sadness.

“But it’s a reminder that as much as I’d like to be human, I’m not. Humans don’t go through ruts. Humans don’t lose themselves in lust. Humans don’t have an unbeatable desire as I do,” he sighed.

“Most years I have managed to close myself off and deal with my…issues alone, but I noticed you outside walking around the garden in the window and I completely lost control. I sincerely apologize from the bottom of my heart for putting you through that. Let’s get you up and hydrated. I’m sure Ganyu is already worried and will gladly take care of you—”

“But who's going to take care of you, my lord?” you whispered. Zhongli flattened his lips, not answering your question. The patch of scales under your touch was jarring, they were rough and juxtaposed against the rest of his soft smooth skin.

“...I don’t mind assisting. I agreed to take care of your needs when I signed that contract years ago Zhongli. Let me do this for you for everything you’ve done for me…” you murmur back to him. Zhongli gulped, fighting a subconscious battle with himself, before pressing a kiss on your thigh.

“You know I won’t be this calm and gentle when I lose myself again. This is a temporary moment of tranquility…” he replied back. You chuckled, lifting your lips to his forehead.

“I figured as much…”

His lips captured your once more, as you laid in his bed. His hips were grinding into your core, you could feel just how hard he was rubbing it along your glistening folds. As he lifted his head from your bruised lips, you noticed his eyes had changed—diamonds becoming slits.

Even his dick had transformed as well, looking more monstrous than before. It now had a gradient, his pale skin turning into an obsidian hue. The symbol of Liyue, of his element, of geo glowed. Even his muscular arms favored that obsidian color, with golden geometric lines decorating the sides of it. Translucent precum formed at the black head, ridges now decorated the base of his cock.

“I’m going to breed you…fill you up again and again. Remember, you’re the one that decided to stay and deal with this side of me,” he growled lowly in your ear. He leaned in close to you, hands clasping tightly at your hips.

The head of his cock pressed into your entrance back and forth trying to find a way for it to fit in. Your body jolted as he slowly entered inside of you. You sucked a breath in, feeling him stretch you out wider and wider as he slipped in deeper. Tears pricked your eyes once more, you weren’t a virgin but he was too big for you not to experience some kind of pain and discomfort.

Sensing the pain, Zhongli growled once more letting his fingers swirl against your clit once more trying to distract you from the pain. A moan escaped your lips as he eventually bottomed out, tip hitting against your cervix. You never felt so full in your life, your hand pressing against the new bulge on your stomach.

Not even giving you time to get used to him, Zhongli began thrusting hard inside of you. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, fingers digging into the silk. The bed squeaked and moaned, wood hitting against the wall with the rapid pace he had set.

His lips connected with your neck, sucking and nibbling the skin. His fangs had returned once more, poking you every so often. Your gummy walls squeezed tight feeling the ridges of his cock rub against that mouth-watering spot inside of you. Your legs wrapped around his waist in a futile attempt for him to get even deeper.

“M’M-Zhongli,” you moaned. Your body quivered once more, reaching an orgasm. His jaw clenched firmly, heavy balls slapping against your ass. A low groan came from him as his warm, thick cum spurted inside of you. A ring of white decorated his cock as he continued fucking the cum deep within you.

“More. More. I need more…” Zhongli groaned. Your tired eyes widened as you were flipped over. He now laid under you, his forearms lifted up your legs lifting up your rapidly pounding into you. Your walls only squeezed tighter, as his previous cum began slipping out and falling on his sheets.

Your hand pressed against his own that was rubbing his clit before you found yourself reaching another high. Tears were cascading down your cheeks as how overwhelmed and overstimulated you were. Your clit burned, still being rapidly rubbed against as a wave of pure exhaustion hit your body. You were becoming so tight that he could barely thrust inside of you. Zhongli growled, letting himself cum inside you once more.

Things began drifting after Zhongli came again. You were repeatedly flipped, handled, and fondled in different positions—with him cumming inside of you again and again. You started losing count of just how many times he had done it.

Gold that once enveloped the room turned to navy as you finally got a barring of your surroundings again. Lips were pressing against the various marks and bruises that now adorned your body and your lower half burned in dull pain. As you tried to move, you whined as the dull pain became much sharper.

“Shhh…easy there. Let me just clean up the rest of this on your legs and I’ll get you some water alright?” Zhongli murmured. That sweet smile was on his lips again, as a damp rag wiped off the leftover cum staining your body.

“Z-Zhongli?” you whispered out in confusion. Zhongli only chuckled, reaching over to a glass of water and placing it on your slightly chapped lips. You slowly drank the water, letting the cool liquid lubricate your once dry throat.

“I told you when I’m like that I lose all sense of myself. Still…thank you for sticking by me. No one has done that for me before,” Zhongli murmured, pressing his lips against your forehead. You leaned your head against his, eyes feeling heavy once more. Zhongli’s hand placed itself on your lower stomach with a small smile.

“...I think it may be time this nation sees a new Empress anyway. How do you feel about that?” Zhongli murmured. You whined, closing your eyes again as exhaustion took over you. Zhongli could only chuckle, noting to get you properly fed and checked out once you wake up from his arms. He could only play with the strains of your hair, bringing it up to his lips.

“...Because I think that’s a splendid idea…”

[hiraya-rawr]

suddenly — diluc

synopsis !! in which he can't find you anywhere until he does

contains !! gn!reader, horror themes, mature content, angst drabble but with cute content? im bad at genre identification ://

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One step. Two steps. Three steps. Diluc makes his way through the rooms of the manor, ears strained to hear you— but he can't.

He can't hear you at all.

You weren't downstairs; not in the salon perched on a loveseat, waiting for him while reading a book; not by the fireplace, cozying up with your shawl wrapped over your shoulders and tea cupped between your palms; not in his study, doing his extra paperwork or allocating the household budget— where were you?

When he checks the bedroom —eyes scanning the bed and pulling away the covers to still not see your familiar form— his heart starts beating a little louder.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

His boots fall flat against the hardwood as he retraces his steps to check on the rooms again. He's calling your name, calmly at first but it grows louder and more desperate with each silent response.

He goes through the salon, the fireplace, his study, your study, the bedroom, the bathroom. He goes to the servants quarters, checking the vineyards as he hurries. 

Four steps. Five steps. Six steps.

He rapidly knocks on Adeline's door and looks side to side, pacing as the head maid appears still in her nightgown.

"Master Diluc, wh-"

"Where's (Y/N)? I can't seem to find them anywhere. They're not here– not in the bedroom, not in the manor, I- . . ." He pauses, giving himself time to breathe but the thumping in his heart continues.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Adeline looks at him in alarm, "Why, they were in the manor when I left an hour ago with Elzer." No words were said as she quickly grabs a lantern next to her. Diluc lights it up with a glance to the wick. His vision resonating too well with his emotions.

The fire flickers and dances, as if in panic.

"I will wake the other servants–" And off Adeline goes. Two steps. Three steps. Four steps away.

Diluc leaves the servants quarters. He checks the shed, the wine reserves, he glimpses at the long road heading to Mond. His father died down that road, Ursa the Drake was once down that road, Fatui agents could be down that road, where were you? Where did you go?

Thump. Thump. Thump.

It's the sound of his footsteps and his heart. But there's something else quietly thumping– or falling? Like the dull sound of water dripping on grass. In the distance, he hears the servants calling out your name.

A crystalfly flutters past him and he couldn't help but allow his eyes to follow it. They always calmed him (Him on his father's shoulders, reaching high up. Him running with Kaeya, swinging bug nets in their hands. Him on one knee, crystal ring reflecting the crystalflies).

Thump. Thump. Thump.

It's louder now. He follows the glowing creature, a child of wind and chime, as he navigates the dark vineyard.

One step. Two step. Three steps.

The ground is damp and wet, it sloshes under his boots. He doesn't remember it raining.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The grapes in this section smells putrid. He leaves the vineyard into the woods, and the smell doubles in strength.

Thump. Thump.

He holds up a gloved hand to his nose, only guided by the low light of the crystalfly.

Thump.

Four steps.

Thump.

Five steps.

Thump.

Six st—

He freezes, looking forward.

A pair of barefeet stare straight back at him. Only a few inches from his face. Water drips from it. It's not water, it's red. It's a really dark, thick red. It's red water. Red water drips from it.

He looks up, slowly, and sees how the red water cascades down the legs to the tip of the toes to the damp ground. It drips.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

The ground is damp. The water is red. The forest is dark but as the crystalfly flutters to rest on the glow of a ring— your wedding ring, his breath hitches.

Three years ago, he proposed to you. He planned the perfect proposal for months –dinner, stars, music– but it only took a casual walk and your laugh to rid him of his patience and to get down on one knee. He's flustered and it's rushed and he really should have waited but the words are spilling out of his mouth and you're shrieking a "Yes! Yes!" already with arms wrapping around his neck— The proposal dinner turned into the celebration instead.

Diluc tries to hold back the blood– somehow. He tries to cover the wounds with his hands, but there's too much and the wounds were too big. Much too big and too many for any hand to cover. There are ropes wrapped around your neck. He needs to get you down. He needs to hold you.

Two years ago, the traveler had saved Teyvat from devastation. The twin siblings finally meeting up to continue their journey. The archons stepped down, secrets were revealed, and sinners were given their justice. He reconciled with Kaeya, he made the Fatui pay, he continued loving you and you moved into the winery and called it "our home".

Diluc brings you down from the tree. He knicks himself with chopping down the rope that tangles around your mangled form. He realizes his hands are shaking, but he holds onto you for dear life anyway. There's a sobbing sound, an anguished crying noise, something pathetic. He wants to go home with you but his legs shake.

One year ago, he finally married you. A small but lavish wedding by the winery with all your loved ones. Klee and Diona were little flower girls, Kaeya was the best man, and Bennett was elated to carry the rings (although he tripped halfway and everyone had to look for the ring). Despite not being fond of public displays of affection, Diluc kissed you with a yearning that left you redder than his hair.

Diluc doesn't want to kneel on the ground. It's damp with blood but he finds his legs failing him. The red seeps into the cloth of his trousers, it smears his vest, it's all over your face and when he presses his lips to your forehead, it's on his as well. He hears Adeline screech and Elzer gasp. There's a commotion behind him as servants either cover or peek through the scene. The crystalflies are gone now but torches illuminated the forest in red– red– red–

Diluc doesn't want to think of a life without you when it has only just begun. Diluc doesn't want another 4 years of grief, of facing himself, or losing his family— but suddenly, you're gone.

Through his choked sobs and trembling arms, he could only think of one thing that burns as much as his pain:

Who did this?

note !! I don't usually make pure angst but here u go. and diluc's pyro resonating with his emotions is further elaborated in this post!

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We Can't Do Just Plain Love | Tada no Renai nanka de Kikkonai – Chapter 3

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Yummy…

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

Remove the damn emoji

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𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 ⋮ 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍).

“excuse me, sir,” you stifle a giggle as you enter the shop, making draken roll his eyes. “i seem to have lost my way. would you be so kind as to give me a lift home?” you motion at his bike, and he fights back the small grin that threatens to tugs at his lips.

it’s getting dark, and draken has half a mind to scold you for showing up to his shop all by yourself, but he can’t really find it in him when a small little giggle escapes you as you hide your smile behind your hand.

“that’ll cost you for my services,” he shoots back, packing up his tools as he gets ready to close for the night.

the bike shop’s been busier as of late. and it’s a good thing, really—it’s not as slow as it once was, not a small worry in the back of his mind that things won’t end up working out. it means he doesn’t have to live in the storage room of the brothel anymore, means he can get a place with you now—however rundown and small it may be.

but it also means less time with draken, means later nights of him tinkering away and working on messed up engines and faulty brakes. so you decide to squeeze in a few extra moments where you can.

“how’s your favorite for dinner sound? that should cover my total,” you hum, arms looping around his neck. a low chuckle rumbles through his chest before his hands find your hips. he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, longer than it needs to be, longer than he tells himself—but he can’t really pull away once the warmth of your skin hits his.

“we only take cash or credit, i’m afraid,” he teases. you pout, swatting his chest playfully as you huff.

“you’ll never grow a business that way,” you argue, “there’s lots of potential regular customers you’ll be missing out on.”

“that so?” he raises a brow, sighing softly as you press a few kisses along his jaw, stopping just as you reach below his ear. he closes his eyes, lets the soft pad of your finger as it traces his cheek soothe the long day’s ache in his muscles.

“yeah. i think you should add kisses to the list of payment methods. you’d be rich if i was your customer.”

“well, too bad for you, i gotta split the profit with inupi. he’s not gettin’ none of those,” he flicks your forehead, one arm curling around your body and pulling you closer against his chest.

“i’ll give them to you as a tip, then,” you offer.

“kay, tip me then,” he taps his cheek with his finger. you lean in to press a peck to his face—and then you pull away just before your lips touch his skin.

he scowls, hand cupping the back of your neck to keep you from pulling away any further.

“nuh uh, you gotta pay me for my services,” he grunts, “where do ya think you’re goin’?”

“i don’t know if you’ve noticed,” and now it’s your turn to flick his forehead, laughing as his lips form a frown—and really, it’s more is a slight pout, but he’ll never admit it, “but we’re not at home yet. you’ve gotta give me a lift first.”

“you bring a helmet?” he purses his lips. you glower at him as you shake your head.

“no,” you mumble. he grunts unhappily. “but that’s not fair,” you whine, “you ride a bike without a helmet all the time, kenny.”

“and that’s no reason why you shouldn’t,” he says firmly, grabbing your hand and pulling you to follow him out the door so he can close the shop. “lucky for you, i got an extra just in case.”

his palm is callused and rough against your soft one, and for a moment he wonders how someone as hard and sharp as him can fit with someone as gentle and delicate as you—but he supposes your fingers entwine perfectly, and your hand fits in his like a glove.

and then you squeeze, and he squeezes back, and it doesn’t really matter anymore.

“you’re no fun, kenny,” you grumble, lips curled into that soft pout of yours—the one that almost, almost makes him reconsider.

but then he remembers things he really doesn’t want to, and his hand tightens around yours the tightest it ever has—you glance at him in concern, and he loosens his grip just a little.

“you still look cute in a helmet, baby,” he assures as he shoots you a tight-lipped smile, one that really doesn’t reach his eyes. and you understand, just like you always have, so you stop him in his tracks and cup his cheeks before pressing a few tenders kisses across his face, stopping just above his lips.

“do i look the cutest ever?”

“the cutest ever,” he agrees, snorting as he shakes his head in amusement. the tension leaves his shoulders as you smile softly—and then your lips touch, and your arms find his neck as his find your hips, and everything’s fine again.

and he lets himself hold onto a little faith that it always will be.

“fine, i’ll wear one,” you mumble against his mouth, “but consider this your tip paid in advance.”

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[alicemitch09writes]

hiding and seeking (i'll take what i can get)

pairing: Hirugami Sachirou x fem!reader

SUMMARY : yearnings of two confused souls, linked together by a promise that was way deeper than he made at first.

AUTHOR’S NOTES : this is a sequel to enigmatic kalopsia. Please read that first, because there are some things you might not understand if you read this first. This was a surprise sequel, or a sequel I didn’t expect to make lol

surprise, i guess (especially if you’ve read the first)

fanart by dzkrin.

Read on ao3.

Contrary to what you think - no, Hirugami and (L/N) didn’t date after everything that happened.

For after everything she’s been through, finally seeing the cracks built by her weakened state, Hirugami realized that even if he acted on his feelings then, knowing full well that their feelings were mutual, it wasn’t what she needed.

To impose on her at her most fragile state would be a disservice to her being more than anything.

Sure, he held romantic feelings for her, but the timing just wasn’t there.

He felt something for her alright but decided to just leave it at that.

It was the worst.

He had just told her he liked her and then what, leave her hanging?

But strangely enough, she acknowledged his feelings.

It was a long time coming of reciprocated feelings.

Their mutual feelings for each were acknowledged. But it was just that - acknowledged.

Never acted, explored, developed.

Keep reading

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HOW THEY WORSHIP YOU (Lite)

Warnings: Yandere themed, NSFW.

-THE ARCHONS AND THE TRAVELER, are the first to know of your arrival. It is simply in their nature, as one of your most...valued creations. Whether you choose to praise them for their efforts to help mortals, or shame them for their greed and bloodthirst, it is completely up to you.

VENTI is proud of his worship yet weak in your praise, as he grows little more than a needy puppy, hungry for your approval.

Share a pie, sit with him by the edge of a wall and stare at a sunset, let him drink wine from your lips, he'll do it all with the fervour of a first-time. It's sweet, and soft, and he'll love it all the same.

Venti will adore you all the same.

Touch him, pet him, compliment him, you hold his heart in your hands after all. To love him is to love yourself for creating such an obedient, such a loyal little thing.

He draws breath for you. Venti lives in your name. He'll make merry, and dance, and sing for you until his throat bleeds and his feet fall apart. He'll touch himself, grinding against any cloth fortunate enough to have fallen in your grasp.

Maybe...if he's good enough, you'll let him rub against your leg?

He is loud and cheerful, and everything you love him to be. Unlike the other archons, he doesn't wish to be someone to...add weight on your shoulders. This is to say, he wants to make you as happy and carefree as he. You've already created this wonderful world, full of beauty and stories he can sing about! Why not take the time to live one of them? And, can he be a part of your story too?

ZHONGLI, Lord of Geo. Groundbreaker. No matter how many titles he holds, he strips himself of all glory under your gaze, for what glory could ever compare to yours? What could he teach you, when you carved every crevice of the the soil he cherishes with your own hand? Fortunately, your memories are at fault for some smaller things, details you couldn't bother to cram into your head, or things that were simply made in the time you'd left. And, well, to say he sinks his teeth at the opportunity of dazzling you with his knowledge, is to say the sun bright. Needless and obvious. He's the shadow in your step, the tail to a blazing comet, just a second away if you were to ask his name. Zhongli prides himself in being there for every step of the way, to make up for his inexcusable absence in your arrival, something that will gnaw at his insides for the rest of his existence.

Perhaps, if he's respectful...if he proves himself to be good enough...you'll touch him? Or you'll allow him to kiss at your feet?

If only you had fallen, just a little closer. Just closer to him, close enough to be the first to grovel...

Only that this time, he's been given a second chance.

EI, Her Eternal Exellency, how fleeting her existence seems compared to yours.

It unsettles her at first, to be in your presence. Why, is this what she aspired to? Someone like you? Timeless, ageless?

You take her by the hands and shake your head . She understands. Everything is bound to change. Even you.

Even her.

And so, she gives in. She gives in to you, to your boundless love, to her raging hunger, until all is left in ashes. You will be the one to break her from chains she had created, to open her eyes, even if unwilling. She'll fall to her knees for you, grasp at the edges of your cloak and beg for attention until her fingers are sore, until she forgets her name. She's already given it all to you, hasn't she?

It's been long since she's come out of her paradise, out of hollow contemplation. Would you take her hand, and discover this world with her?

Just the two of you?

THE TRAVELER. The very first body you allowed you light to shine through, unhibited and pure. And this fact, they wear it on their smile, on their gait. They stand tall beside you, tall and proud. They are protective, moreso if they haven't reunited with their sibling yet, to a point were it is best to avoid them if they're seen by your side.

Attentive and helpful down to the bone, each one as different as day and night.

AETHER is syrupy sweet, if only to cover just how much you make his skin burn. LUMINE hides the heat under a cool facade.

AETHER is more upfront in his devotion, does little, next to nothing to hide just how eager he is to serve you. It's a sickening pride, one that leaves him blushing, flushed and limbless, trembling in your touch--most likely to dissolve into a puddle if you cover him with tender touches or sweet words, and the worst at hiding the rise in his pants. The one willing to go at any length for you approval, even if it means laying down his life.

LUMINE, while she seems more indifferent, make no mistake. The red dusting her cheeks will remain for as long as you're in her presence and she'll be restless; fidgeting under your gaze. She adores kissing your hands, locking your fingers together, leaving pecks at each fingertip as you see stars shine in her eyes. It's...sweet, would be sweet, were it not for the hand sliding up your thigh.

She cherishes your hands, always searching for any excuse to hold them in hers, even if the archons send her the nastiest of glares, she sneers in answer.

They wish they were her.

[enden-k]

there we goo