ꕀ tags: teasing sub fem!reader, beefy daddy!yhan, age gap (15yr difference😵💫), daddy kink unlocked, unprotected sex, fucking in full-nelson, creampie
ꕀ more nsfw under the cut
ꕀ part 2 here
ꕀ m!list here
ꕀ a/n: @glitteryshlong not me having Older by Isabel LaRosa on repeat while writing this😮💨
Yhan knows this is wrong. He shouldn't be doing this with you, but the way your pretty cunt squeezes around his cock is way too enticing to quit now. His hips thrust up into you, pushing his girthy cock even deeper inside of you as practically go limp in his hold, babbling senselessly about how good his cock feels and just how how badly you need more. Oh, how he got much more than he ever bargained for…
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You were always such a sweet and fiery little thing, always determined to push past your limits. Always toeing the line between what was right and wrong. Yhan couldn't help but be drawn to you, even though he was easily 15 years older than you, not that you ever complained.
You were the one always flirting here and there whenever you'd come to the training simulator, throwing out compliments about his rugged features and the grey strands in his black hair; strutting around in skirts he thought were ridiculous to wear while you trained.
At first he just rolled his eyes and told you to quit wasting your time talking to him when you should be training. But after a full month of your relentless, teasing flirtations, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he wanted to know what you would do if he acted on his impulses.
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Yhan watches as sweat drips down the sides of your face, your breathing all ragged as you finish your training session in the simulator. Your sweat-drenched body glistens under the lights, showcasing every curve and valley.
Your arms are sore from testing out your new gauntlets on the simulated tacet discords, but you weren't ready to stop yet. You approach Yhan with a determined look on your sweet face, "Adjust the difficulty to a higher setting."
Yhan raises a brow at your request, trying to keep his eyes from trailing down to the swell of your breasts that rise and fall with each heavy breath. Before he can properly think about granting your request, you sway on your feet, barely able to stand upright.
Quickly, he reaches out, placing a steadying hand on your waist. The surprised look on your face did something to him. The way your pretty lips parted and your eyes widened had him tightening his grip around you, pulling you closer to him. His bicep flexing as he does his best to restrain himself as he holds you against him.
Feeling his firm hold on your waist as he held you close, you can't help but let out a shuddering breath. His musky scent and a hint of cigarettes floods your senses, making your head spin and arousal pool between your legs. Yhan's thumb rubs lightly against you hip bone, sending jolts of electricity down your spine. The tension between you crackles like electricity in the air.
"Th-thank you...", you stammer out, trying to maintain focus despite the growing heat between you. Your eyes flit between his rugged features to his muscles rippling beneath his tight shirt. There was something primal and exciting about him, so different from any other man your age.
Yhan can't help but smirk as he caught your eyes drifting. Taking advantage of the close proximity, he leans down, his voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper, "You doing okay, sweetheart?" Your eyes snap back up to meet his as a blush falls over your cheeks. You nod, trying desperately to suppress the fluttering feeling inside of you.
"I'm fine...", you reply softly before biting at your plush lower lip. Yhan feels a surge of arousal at the sight you, his cock hardening in his pants. Your gaze flickers downwards, noticing the bulge before quickly averting your gaze.
Yhan chuckles softly, finding your reaction to be quite endearing. "Relax, sweetheart", he smirks, taking your chin in his grasp and redirecting your gaze back up to him, "I just wanted to make sure you were doing alright." His voice is low and gravelly, filled with raw desire.
With your gaze firmly locked on his, he releases your jaw only to trail his fingers down your neck. "Don't be shy now", he murmurs, leaning in even closer til his lips almost graze yours, "Where'd that fiery little tease go, hmm?" Your heart pounds wildly in your chest, tingles rush through your body and straight to your aching clit, desperate for his touch.
Yhan's thumb grazes over the hollow of your throat, drawing a soft moan from your lips. With a low growl at your reaction, he closes the gap between you, crashing his lips against yours in a rough, demanding kiss. His large hands grip your hips as he pulls you flush against his muscular frame.
The salty taste of your lingering sweat mixed with a subtle sweetness he can’t quite place is so intoxicating, fueling his primal desire for you. Yhan's tongue licks at your lips, begging for entrance, to which you grant. His tongue explores your mouth as his lips meet yours in a rough, yet deliberate rhythm.
Despite the roughness of his actions, you find yourself melting into him. Your tongue dances with his in a silent surrender to his dominance over you. Yhan pulls away after a few moments, panting heavily. His heart pounds in his chest, matching the rhythm of his throbbing cock.
"You're really something else, sweetheart", he whispers hoarsely, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair, "You've got me all worked up..." Your eyes shimmer with unspoken desire as you meet Yhan's intense gaze. You lick your lips, his taste lingering there.
You place a hand on his broad chest, letting your fingers trail lightly down the tight-fitting material of his shirt. "Is that so?", you speak back softly, but the slight teasing lilt of your voice is not lost on him as you begin to regain your usual demeanor. Yhan captures your wandering hand in his with a slight smirk, "There she is... Thought you were gonna stay all shy on me."
You give him a pointed look that just looks way too cute to him, "I'm not shy." With a hoarse chuckle, Yhan releases you hand only to slide his hands down over your ass, squeezing firmly as he lifts you off the ground. The loss of balance forces you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist with a sharp intake of breath, your pretty little skirt now all bunched up around your own waist.
The tip of his nose brushes up against yours as he speaks in a murmur, "Then prove it, sweetheart." His hot breath sends another wave of tingles down your spine, "Show me just how wild you can be..." Without hesitation, you lean forward and capture his lips in another passionate kiss. Your tongue darting out to meet his in a risky pursuit.
Your hands move up to cradle his head, fingers tangling into his grey-streaked hair, holding him in place while you pour all your pent-up desires into this moment. The taste of him and your body pressed up against his large form has you reeling. Yhan groans deeply into the kiss, his own body trembling with desire as you keep him close.
His hands squeeze your ass tighter, rutting his hips up into you as his cock throbs wildly with need in his pants. Yhan can feel himself losing control, all rational thought flying out the door, but the sensation of you is too damn good for him to care.
Breaking away from the kiss, he trails his lips down your jawline to your neck, nipping and sucking at the flesh, his facial hair scratching the skin softly. "Fuck, you're driving me crazy....", he growls against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. You can't contain the sweet moan that falls from your lips as he continues to tease your sensitive flesh with his lips and teeth.
You squirm in his hold, feeling your arousal pool between your legs as he rolls his hips up against your clothed core yet again. "O-oh gods... Yhan... I need more", you plead desperately as you tug at his hair. Yhan grins devilishly as one hand moves from your ass, sliding between your legs til his fingers make contact with your covered pussy.
"Something like this?", Yhan teases, his finger sliding over your covered clit in slow circles, feeling the wetness seeping through the fabric of your panties and onto his fingers. You gasp sharply, your body arching involuntarily as Yhan's finger finds its mark. The sudden touch sending jolts of pleasure straight through you.
"Oh fuck... Yes... Just like that", you whimper, biting down on your lip to suppress your lewd noises. Despite the risk of this situation, you can't help but grind against his fingers, desperate to feel his touch without the barrier. Yhan lets out a low chuckle at your desperation, his finger continuing to trace over your clit.
He can feel the heat radiating from your pussy, making his own arousal twitch painfully, begging to be let out. "You're so fucking wet.... Does this turn you on, sweetheart? Having an older man touch you like this, hmm?", Yhan's voice is husky with lust as he speaks.
His words have your eyes rolling back as you hump against his touch. Just the fact that this gruff older man, the object of your dirty fantasies, was touching you so intimately has you more turned on than you cared to admit. "Ngh... Please.... Need you inside me...", you beg as your cunt clenches at the thought.
Yhan's smirk grows wider, halting his touch only to brush his fingers against the side of your soaked panties. He moves the fabric to the side, the tips of his calloused fingers find your soaked hole, letting the juices drip onto his digits. He eases two fingers inside your tight, wet walls, immediately curling them up against that sweet spot inside you that has you moaning so lewdly.
He gives a low groan of satisfaction at the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers as you whine for him. "You like that, pretty girl?", he whispers huskily into your ear, nipping gently at the lobe as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of your needy cunt.
You moan loudly, you head falling forward against Yhan's shoulder as his fingers plunge into you. You body instinctively bucking against his hand, seeking more friction. "Oh gods... Yes, yes... Don't stop", you pant, grinding against his hand desperately.
Your legs tighten around his waist, your clit rubbing against the fabric of his shirt. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum if you keep going", you warn breathlessly, already feeling the familiar coils of pleasure tighening in your lower belly.
Yhan lets out a strained groan, his fingers working overtime to bring you over the edge. "Then let go, sweetheart... Cum for me", he coaxes, his cheek pressed against the top of your head as you continue to lean on him in his hold with your cunt clenching around his thick fingers.
Your body practically convulses as an intense orgasm washes over you. Slick juices soak his fingers as your walls pulsate around them as wave after wave of pleasure courses through you. You cry out for him, but instead of his name, you call him something else. Something that has him almost cumming in his pants like some virgin teenage boy.
"Ngh fuuuuck, daddy!"
Yhan freezes momentarily, your words sending a jolt of arousal to his throbbing, aching cock. "Daddy...?", he repeats softly, pulling his soaked digits out of you. At the sight of your flushed cheeks and wide eyes, he smirks, brown eyes full of pure lust. He brings his wet fingers to your lips, pressing against them to get you to open up.
You comply, taking the soaked digits into your mouth as you suck on them obediently, tasting yourself on your tongue. Yhan huffs out a dark chuckle, "You want daddy to fuck you, sweetheart?" You nod, taking his fingers deeper into your mouth, humming appreciatively around the digits before pulling off with a wet pop.
"Please...", you beg quietly, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. Yhan raises a brow, speaking low, "Please, what?" You bite your lip, heat coursing through you as he coaxes you to say that cute little title again, "Please...daddy..." His lips twitch up when you comply, "Good girl… Now hold onto me tightly."
You do as you're told, clinging to his muscular form as he releases his hold on your ass to quickly undo his thick belt. The belt clatters to the floor, the sound echoing in the empty training room. Yhan makes quick work of the button and zipper of his pants, tugging them down just enough to free his aching length.
His leaking cock smacks against your ass beneath you, twitching in anticipation. The sight of the trimmed black hair on his pelvis makes you wish he was fully stripped down. Gods know how delicious that happy trail must be on his lower abdomen, let alone the hair you bet covers his huge chest. Yhan grabs hold of your thighs, making you raise your legs in his arms as he folds you against him, allowing your slick heat to be fully exposed to him.
He adjusts his hips so his hard cock aligns with your entrance before pausing, looking deep into your eyes, "There's no going back from this, sweetheart. Tell me you want this...." You swallow hard, thinking back to all those restless nights where you relentlessly rubbed your clit to the thought of Yhan taking you. Your lips graze his as you lean forward, "Please fill me with your cock, daddy..."
Yhan's eyes almost roll back at your words as he groans. Not wanting to waste any more time, he plunges into your tight, welcoming heat, making you cry out so beautifully in both pleasure and surprise. He growls through gritted teeth, his features scrunched up in intense pleasure as he savors every bit of your hot, velvety cunt around his shaft, "Fuck.... My sweet girl... So fucking tight for me..."
Your pretty, kissed lips part in a delicious moan, the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out drives you insane. Your juices coating his length as he bottoms out inside of you, "Nghhhh.. Daddy.." Your walls tighten around his shaft rhythmically, milking his dick as he stays buried inside you.
Yhan grunts as he begins to thrust up, keeping your legs up in his arms. Each powerful thrust drives him deeper into your tight, wet hole, eliciting husky moans from both of you. Primal lust paints Yhan's features, his nostrils flaring as he drinks in the intoxicating scent of sex and sweat that filled the air.
"You love my cock, don't you, babydoll. Come on, I wanna hear you beg for more", he growls, thrusting up with harsh force as his heavy balls slapped against your ass. Your nails dig into his shoulders, only the fabric of his tight shirt keeping them from piercing his skin as you cling to him.
"Please... More, daddy. Fuck me harder-ngh!", you mewl as he fucks up into you. Yhan grunts in satisfaction, his thrusts becoming even more aggressive as you beg for more. "You're taking all of it, aren't you sweetheart...", he pants, his voice hoarse with lust and admiration.
You nod feverishly, cute mewls falling from your lips. Feeling Yhan's cock throbbing inside you, coupled with the intense pleasure building within her, you can't hold back any longer. Your gummy walls tighten around his shaft as you cry out in ecstasy, your whole body trembling, "Fuck, daddy! 'm cumming!"
Your inner muscles spasm, milking his cock as waves of pleasure consume you. Yhan knows he can't last much longer as his balls tighten up, his eyes rolling back as gruff groans crawl up from his throat. "Oh, fuck... That's it, babydoll... So fucking good...", he moans, body shuddering as his grip tightens.
His entire body tenses as he hits his peak, his voice growling out all low and gravelly, "Shit, gonna fill this tight pussy..." Yhan's hips jerk erratically as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss ripples through him, shooting his load deep inside of you.
Panting heavily, Yhan moves his hips back, withdrawing his spent cock from your quivering pussy. The combined juices leak and drip out onto the floor of the training room, tainting the place with their forbidden sin. Carefully, he lets you down, keeping a firm hold on your waist as you stand on shaky legs.
Your skirt falls back into place and your panties slip back over your well-fucked cunt, the remaining liquid soaking the material. Despite your dazed look, you manage a tired smirk, "Didn't think you had it in you, old man~"
Yhan scoffs a laugh as he tucks himself back into his pants, amused at how fast you were bouncing back to your teasing attitude, "Old man, huh? That's some tough talk for a girl who just got fucked into oblivion by this old man. Guess you really needed someone older to make you feel this good~" You huff out a breath, acting annoyed but unable to hide the amusement on your face as he teases back.
He reaches out, capturing your jaw in his hand, his brown eyes locked on yours with a smirk, "Besides, I thought my title was daddy now, babydoll~" Heat rises to your cheeks, this all felt so wrong but so fucking right... Your lips curl up into a mischievous smile, gripping his wrist as he lets you pull his hand from your jaw.
You bring his fingers to your mouth, tongue licking slowly up the digits before sucking them between your pretty lips. His eyes flash with desire at your lewd display, feeling his cock stir again in his pants. You pull away, smirking as you go up on your toes, you breath fanning over his lips, "Next time.. Make me scream for you... daddy~"
Stepping back from him, you turn and walk towards the exit of the training room, hips swaying in an enticing display. Yhan's gaze trails over your retreating figure, running his fingers through his hair and letting out a breath as he contemplates everything that had happened. His cock twitches again, there was no going back now, "Next time... Fuck...."
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a/n: great googly moogly, when will it be my tuuuurrrrnnnn😵💫
| SYNOPSIS;; Teyvat University’s popular radio personality, Y/n L/n, has only one gripe with her life. Her classmate, neighbour, and all-around nuisance in her life, Tartaglia. Their rivalry extends just past academics and, to her horror, into her work. He becomes the music director and co-host for her radio show, working alongside her most nights and forcing himself even deeper into her life. But is he really trying to just be friends, or is there an ulterior motive to his actions?
GENRE ;; modern!au, college! au, crack, angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to fwb to lovers, ‘it was all a bet’ trope.
WARNINGS;; lots of swearing, sexual innuendos, incorrect information about being a radio host / radio work in general, childe goes by tartaglia and ajax, alcohol use, drug use, smoking, violence jokes (potentially a few kys jokes but nothing too graphic), bad humour, potential smut (will be marked minors DNI), childe and y/n call each other names A LOT in this, timestamps and dates dont matter, pictures used for y/n or any characters Do Not represent you and are meant to show outfits or vibes of a picture ONLY, unedited writing, written chapters will be marked with a (w), more tba as necessary.
| STATUS;; updates frequently, but inconsistent.
| TAGLIST;; open ! pls reply to this post or send in an ask to be added !
CAST !!
y/n and friends | childe and co | misc / extra profiles
“Goodnight Belobog!” Serval cheered into the mic. The crowd roared, making you smile as you looked out at the sea of people one more time before walking off stage.
The crowd was huge, filled with people you recognize from previous shows. It warmed your heart to see familiar faces, until your eyes stopped on one that wasn’t.
There was a man in the crowd, tall and wearing a black privacy mask, staring right at you with piercing red eyes.
Your blood ran cold and you immediately turned to walk off the stage.
It was Blade, it had to be. No one else would stare you down like you were their next victim!
Setting your guitar in its stand you quickly fled the stage, much faster than your other band mates, and made your way back inside the shop. Fear sat in your stomach like a weight and you just knew those eyes would haunt your nightmares tonight.
And yet, deep down, you couldn’t help but find them beautiful.
SYNOPSIS: There’s a line Childe knows he shouldn’t cross; A line built on years of friendship; A line that happens to cross you, his best friend’s younger sister, grieving her first love; A line where he plays savior, wears a halo, then feign ignorance, because love is a game for fools—and he happens to be the biggest idiot when it comes to love.
When a new stranger invades your life and an old poet writes back.
STATUS: started on 08/25/24
GENRE: older brother’s best friend, smau, college au, fluff, angst, crack, strangers to lovers, slowburn
WARNINGS: excessive use of profanity , ooc!childe (probably)
NOTES: 💌 means it’s a written chapter
TAGLIST (OPEN!): feel free to comment or send an ask!
SUMMARY —
you find plenty of guys around you attractive, but there is only one you’re willing to make the first move on: the guy you first saw during your older brother’s soccer game. spoiler: he's a player from your rival university.
status: on-going | taglist: closed
genres: social media au, college au, strangers to lovers, crack, fluff, a sprinkle of angst (?), modern au, i wanted to do smth chill haha
extras: kmh playlist is still a wip, but if you're interested in checking it out, [click here] 🤍
author's notes:
omg 2nd smau is here!!
updates may be inconsistent, i don't have a posting schedule
again, idk what i'm doing haha
english is not my first language so expect grammatical and typographical errors (bear with me please :"D)
will contain swearing
PLAYERS.
— SL4YERS — the reds — the blued
SCOREBOARD.
game start ! (prologue)
— FIRST HALF
goal 01. i feel something ¬ goal 02. live a good life
goal 03. let's play chess ¬ goal 04. do you like cats
goal 05. a proof to your claim ¬ goal 06. am i being rejected
goal 07. my baby ¬ goal 08. happy birthday
goal 09. do you like sweets ¬ goal 10. i'm loyal, sir
goal 11. my name ¬ goal 12. ghosted
goal 13. unbothered ¬ goal 14. stupid is the new sexy
goal 15. call me baby ¬ goal 16. i'm taking you out
goal 17. kuni
— HALF TIME
goal 18. i can teach you ¬ goal 19. one thing
goal 20. home ¬ goal 21. available for sale
goal 22. welcome ig ¬ goal 23. note to self
goal 24. tba ¬ goal 25. it was boring
goal 26. tba ¬ goal 27. tba
It would be a multi chapter fic which is why I haven’t written it
Reader is a medic in Mondstat and has always wanted to travel so when the traveler and Paimon arrive and save the day she convinces them to let her join them on their journey, she can patch them up after fights and help them look for their sibling and all she wants in return is to see Tevat
And when they get to Liyue harbor and meet a tall redhead man with lots of money and a charming smile maybe another reason keeps reader traveling with the Traveler
(Basically just a sheltered Monstat girl falling in love with a Fatui harbinger just a little more after each encounter)
Anyone ever have a character in a piece of media that you don’t really have strong feelings about but you also have an idea for a fic for them?? That’s me with Childe
Someone explain what is happening in Identity V because I’m CONFUSED THE STORY GAVE US NOTHING
I understand that the games we play are possible outcomes of the ACTUAL games that the survivors played in the canon story but WHY
I know that Alice is the Little Girl but what does that even mean?? And her and Orpheus are childhood friends right? And they got separated after some fire?? But also BOTH of their parents owned the manor at some point??? WHAT TF
NOT TO MENTION THERES LIKE 2 DIFFERENT ORPHEUS’???? THE ONE IN THE STORY AND THE ONE IN THOSE FILES WHO WENT INSANE????
AND SOME OF THE SURVIVORS TURNED INTO HUNTERS???? THE WEEPING CLOWN > JOKER NORMAN (prospector) > FOOLS GOLD LIKE WHAT IS GOING ON???????
You hug your guitar to your chest like an uncomfortable pillow as you pace the back of Serval’s shop.
“You are way too Paranoid for someone who has like four friends.” Serval hummed, watching you create a dent in the floor.
“Well you’re one of those friends so what does that say about you?” You huff, turning around to pace back towards the blonde, shooting her a glare as you did so.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine, and if not, we’ll be there the entire time,” Pela said, trying to comfort you.
“Is Gepard coming? You know, to support his sisters.” You asked, making Lynx chuckle from her place perched on top of a workbench.
“He wasn’t able to get today off, sorry,” Serval told you, and you whined loudly, “Hey it’ll be fine! I highly doubt that guy will be here, okay? Now look alive it’s show time!”
You felt like you were going to throw up as your friends pushed you towards the stage.
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Aeons Blade hated crowds.
The amount of people surrounding this workshop was surprising. Honestly Blade didn’t think there would be this many people on this planet, with how much snow covered it. Yet here he was, standing in a large crowd, in a heated city, waiting for a local band to come out so he can potentially kill one of their members.
Suddenly the lights on the platform stage turned on and the crowd erupted into cheers. Blade looked up at the stage, privacy mask securely in place, as he watched the band walk onto the stage.
Blade’s eyes landed on you immediately, recognizing you from your profile picture on twitter. You seemed nervous as you got in your place, clutching your guitar.
“Hey everyone!” A tall blonde woman greeted, and he recognized her as well but never bothered to remember her name, “Thank you for coming out tonight! Let’s kick this show off right!”
They immediately began playing a song and Blade supposed they sounded good, though he was never one for music.
Blades eyes never left your form, watching as you got lost in the performance and completely forgetting your nerves. You jumped around, getting hair in your face as you smiled wildly, playing your guitar rather well.
If he were a different man, he’d might call you beautiful.
Hi maybe for welt, svarog and luocha (seperately ) where fem reader is oblivious to guys flirting with her and they get jealous and possessive ?
Fluff to nsfw
Gonna do the same headcanon format as I did for your last request love hope you enjoy🫶
{ sorry this took so long }
How they would react to someone flirting with oblivious fem!reader — Welt, Luocha, Svarog
Welt Yang
He doesn’t really mind it if the guy is being respectful
Honestly he finds it amusing watching you completely ruin a man confidence unknowingly
But if the guy trying to flirt with you gets too aggressive about it, Welt almost becomes unrecognizable
He’s instantly at your side, hand on your waist with a dark look taking up his usually kind face
Normally his sheer presence will make the man back off, stuttering out apologies as he flees
But if the guys hitting on you stay to try and brave your boyfriends scary look, he’ll quickly fix that
“I suggest you walk away before you find out the real reason I carry this cane around.”
Afterwards he’ll gently explain to you why he’s threatening men trying to talk to you
Luocha
Imma be so real with you, I genuinely think Luocha would scare off the guy by flirting with him and suggesting a threesome LMAO
But if we talking jealous and possessive?
Luocha will dead stare any man who comes up to you, letting them squirm uncomfortably under his glare
Some will get the hint, or just get plain scared, and back off you
But others will glare back and ask him what his problem is
His response? Looking at you with a sweet smile and saying,
“Dear, I’ll be right back, I have to go grab my coffin.”
That does the trick
And when you turn to him and ask what that was all about, he’ll just smile and say it was nothing to worry about
Svarog
He doesn’t really care tbh
Svarog knows you’re serious about him and he can scan both your levels and the guys
So he knows when to step in if necessary
That is, until this random human touches you
The guy flirting with you could either bump your hand with his, or straight up grab your thigh, doesn’t matter Svarog will immediately see it as a threat to you
He will grab the man’s wrist in his large grasp, not watching his inhuman strength
“It is impolite to grab strangers, mind your hands.”
And one look at who (what) Svarog is will have the man running
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