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Sangonomiya Kokomi, Genshin Impact, underwater - 无题 - pixiv

[goroushis]

my fav thing about childe is his voiceline saying how boring it is that there’s nothing to fight but when he DOES fight he does like .. 15k on his burst

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⑅ ۫ . ෆ ˟ ໒꒱ KAMA SUTRA: PRINCIPLES OF LOVE it’s silly, al haitham thinks, how madly in love with you he is, how that love defies all sense of logic in his mind.

al haitham x sub!f!reader ౨ৎ . . . nsfw — mdni ໒꒱ ⋆˚✩. established relationship / clit kissies + dry humping / foreplay heavy! / praise + petnames / cervix fucking / creampie / al haitham is only a teeny bit teasing + vewy sweet / 2.7k wc. feedback + comments supa appreciated!

“you’ll never hear the end of it if kaveh catches you with that.”

you paw at the thick book al haitham has laid over the thigh that you aren’t occupying, shying into his neck at the image painted on the cardstock page he’s flipped to— one of a man and woman adorned in fine jewelry, gold silks tumbling off their limbs as they embrace each other in what appears to be a rather compromising position.

truth be told, you’re not exactly sure what led your lover— someone who has rarely ever indulged in the pleasure-oriented faculties of life— to pick up such a text about sex and eroticism as the kama sutra, but the mere thought of it is enough to have heat swirling in your tummy and your legs squeezing around the thigh you’re straddling.

“there’s far more to the kama sutra than just… fornication. it’s more so a guide to living well and the nature of love. a whole section is dedicated to finding a life partner—”

“awh, does that mean you’re gonna…?” you giggle, wagging your ring finger in front of his face playfully.

al haitham’s ears tinge red at your insinuation, but he carries on with the faintest of smirks on his lips that he’s trained to remain invisble. “— and there’s another chapter solely demonstrating when and how to commit adultery.”

and just like that— your toothy smile turns to a frown, nose twitchy as you anxiously toss your hair. “better not be reading that chapter, hmph.” you mutter into the warm skin of his neck, lips curving into a weak, half-hearted kiss that you lay over his pulse.

it’s almost amusing to him, the prettiest pout on your lips and brows knit cutely as you try hide your disappointment from him, turning your head away from his when he attempts to face you. he blows out a sigh, chuckling sweetly when he catches you and lays a delicate kiss to your cheek. “never said i’d be paying that part any mind, sweetheart.”

when you respond by wrapping your arms tighter around his neck and bury your face in his shirt, he can only bring himself to smile and shake his head as he feels himself enter a bit of a daze that’s full of yearning and craving. unnatural, for someone like himself, but fitting, for someone madly in love.

and so, he gently spreads your legs to slot his hips between them, hiking a thigh over his shoulder before lowering his face to the crotch of your panties, skirt pooling flimsily at your hips. “when a woman reproaches a man, but at the same time acts affectionately towards him, she should be made love to in every way.” he quotes from the book.

the warmth of his breath reaches through the thin cotton and your cunt begins to weep, clenching and oozing out slick in a silent plea for his fingers, his tongue— anything to relieve the weight of desperation that settles heavy on your stomach. and before your hips can involuntarily wiggle against his face in search of respite, alhaitham is already tugging your panties to the side to place a sweet, lingering kiss on your clit. 

you tremble at the sudden warmth, soft features overcome with a dazed expression as if that alone is enough to knock all the thought out of your pretty little head. “‘h-haitham, what’re you doing…”

“putting theory into practice.”

and then he’s licking up the length of your slit, collecting your sugary slick in the dip of his tongue before letting it dribble past his lips in a mix of saliva onto your swollen clit— giving it another kiss, and another, and then some— until your chest begins to heave with pitchy whispers of his name, candied with a burning behind your eyes from how badly you need more of him.

“patience, darling …” lips are replaced with a growing bulge as his face levels to meet your own, sapphire-tinged emerald dancing across your features, from the delicate pinch of your brows to the flex of your neck. alhaitham presses into you deeper, your bare and puffy folds molding to the shape of his cock through his slacks, drenching the fabric with your milky cream.

his crotch catches onto your clit and in an instant, you’re curling your fingers woefully into the linen of his shirt, puffing out hot air against his jaw as you sweetly keen into him— f-feels good, ‘haitham, feels s’good.

oh, what a pretty, tender, needy thing you are— clinging onto his bicep and painting his ivory skin with crescents of red, every slow grind of his clothed cock against your achy cunt drawing another eager, desperate whine from your throat. and you only fall more lightheaded as he nuzzles into your ankle dangling off his shoulder, kissing the bone before making quick work to remove the noisy anklet adorning it, because all he wants, needs to hear are the sounds he coaxes out of you; all the pitchy moans and cute little hums are the sweetest sounds to grace the earth, he’s absolutely sure of it.

“w-wan’… kiss…”

“what’s that?” he whispers against the inside of your knee, the swell of your breast, the hollow of your clavicle as he travels lipwards— covering every inch except the place you need to feel him most.

“i wanna kiss on my lips, ‘haitham!” you throw a tiny fit, and it’s nothing short of adorable when your tongue does a poor job of biting back your impatience. the uneven pout of your lips and the twitch of your nose have his veins aching with such a strong need to dote on you, tend to you until he rids you of the pain of your burning desire and all you’re able to voice is 50 different whimpers of his name.

“but if i kiss you here,” al haitham teases as he runs a thumb over the dainty curve of your mouth, stopping it at the swell of your bottom lip before releasing a strained laugh, chest knotted up with half-pleasure and half-pain, for all he wants to do is kiss and suck and lick and nibble the soft flesh— feed on it, even— and with a generosity wherein you’re ready to offer anything, everything, he’s almost positive you’d let him. “i’m afraid i won’t be able to stop.”

“don’t want you to stop… never ever.” your eyes are hazy with the light of the stars and you’re looking up at him with so much ardour, busying your lips with soft suckles on his finger while he hastily frees his cock from the confines of his slacks. and his gaze stays on you all the while— because you look so pretty like this and your words settle in the deepest depths of his soul and he thinks he could just devour you whole.

“never ever, hm?” he muses, eyes warm with mirth. you shiver and twitch under his gentle hold, where he kisses the corner of your parted lips, nosing along your cheek to place another on your brow, a final one against the hot lobe of your ear. his breath fans over your neck as he teases your little cunt open with his leaking tip, and you feel him smirk against your skin when you obediently spread your legs wider to accommodate his size. “you wouldn’t be able to eat or drink anything ever again.” 

it’s almost tragic— the soft, dreamy lulls of your head, the cute whimpers of his name, the saliva that pools and spills around the thumb he pops out of your mouth— he’s barely gotten the flushed head of his cock past your tight ring of muscle and you’re already so complacent, pliable, perfect for him. 

“don’t care… s’long as i have you,” you sniffle, fingers grappling weakly at the tufts of platinum and sage that curl around his neck, trying to lean up and bump your nose against his. “please, kiss me?”

and it’s in the way you ask him: with dew clinging to your lashes and a timid quiver to your breath that makes him submit all at once, because what kind of a person would he be to deny his lover when she asks so sweetly?

and just as al haitham’s lips meet yours, he’s reprimanding himself for not giving you a kiss sooner. because on your tongue he tastes the spice carried through the sumeru wind and zaytan peaches and all the fluttering pieces of romantic prose you eat and gosh— alhaitham is the furthest thing from a poet— but surely, he doesn’t need any kama sutra to teach him about the love he holds for you in his heart.

he kisses you and kisses you and kisses you some more— smirking against your lips when you sigh happily and melt into the palms that smooth up your waist, molding and shaping you into the pretty princess of his that you are. “pretty little thing, aren’t you?

“uh huh, wanna be everything for you,” bringing your other leg to rest atop his shoulder, you respond wetly through the spit bubbling at your mouth and the blood that flows straight to your brain as he begins to fuck you languidly with his tip, watching your slick drip and ooze around the bulbous, red head.

he shushes your sobs sweetly, the pads of his thumbs dipping just at the edges of your eyes to collect any tears before they have a chance to be shed. “shhh— f-fuck— s’okay, you’re doin’ so well— doing so well for me.”

you begin to pant against the hollow of his neck as he eases his full length into you, all the ridges and veins decorating his cock that you’ve come to memorize over the months perfectly snug against the tightness of your delicate walls. his head falls forwards and his forehead bumps against yours, a harsh, erotic groan escaping him when your little cunt begins to squeeze and clench around his cock, sucking him in further, further, all the way until he’s knocking at the sponge of your cervix and his pubic bone is flush against your clit.

your hips jerk at the sharp pulses of pain and pleasure that build in your abdomen as he grinds into your womb— the sweetest, breathiest whines of ‘h-haitham, ‘haitham, s’big flood his brain because he’s deeper than he’s ever been, with the backs of your knees sticky against the bridge of his shoulders and your body quivering under him from how full you feel.

he does all he can to wash away the aching pinpricks in your tummy— sliding a palm between the couch and the back of your head to cradle it, pressing hot kisses over the apple of your cheek as he continues drawing his hips back and forth, back and forth, maintaining a steady rhythm with his cockhead as it slides against the sponge of your cervix.

and he continues fucking into your womb like this, thumb sliding in the thin space between his crotch and your clit to rub sloppy stars on the puffy nub, and— oh, it feels like heaven.

“feels like heaven?” he’s asking, charmed by your guileless wonder as you wrap your arms around his neck and meekly tug his face closer to yours, rubbing your nose against his cheek like a puppy endeared to her owner.

“mhm, feel you here, ‘haitham… in my tummy,” you giggle in ecstasy, at the thought of his cock twitching wildly in you and his cum filling you up there, hot and sticky and oozing like sweet milk down your thighs— you want it so bad; you want it everywhere— in your womb, dousing your skin and in every crevice, in your brain. to have him mark you with his seed as a physical manifestation of his love, fuck, you think you might cry.

and you do, because you want him— all of him so, so bad.

you sniffle when you feel the tears rush down your face and alhaitham can only groan at how overwhelming everything is: the wild pounding of his heart against his ribs and the starry night reflected in your eyes and your walls hugging his cock so tight like it loves it. 

“h-hey now, ‘m gonna cum if you keep sucking me in like that— f-fuck.” 

he’s worked you up to that soft, dreamy headspace— where you’re hiccupping on shallow breaths and your bambi eyes are glazed over with honey and the words come tumbling out of your pretty lips before you have a chance to think them through. “cum in me— pretty please, wan’ your cum in my tummy, wan’ it everywhere—oh!"

it’s all so much, and it’s all too fast, because it’s only been a short while but your words send a glow of mind-numbing pleasure through his head, down his chest to his cock— and then he’s cumming— thrusts jerky before he plunges into you completely, spurt after spurt of thick white ribbon filling your womb, flushing your limbs full of warmth. and you’re right there with him, as the head of his cock twitches and drags over that spot nestled deep in your cunt and his thumb continues its assault on your clit, gravelly voice spewing sweet nothings into your hair while you keen for him sweetly.

and it’s so pretty— you’re so pretty when you cry, so pretty when you cum— he tells you as he clears your face of any stray hairs before thumbing your tears away. the next few moments are silent and he takes them to admire you, the heave of your chest as your breath steadies, the almost doll-like pout of your lips, the precious way you suck your cheek in between your molars to defy the flustered grin that forms under the curious gaze of your lover.

“don’t hide from me.” he speaks to your lips as he gently tugs the skin free from between your teeth, the most tender smile gracing his face when you begin to giggle shyly, eyes beaming with starlight and mouth curved up like the softest of petals. “so long as lips shall kiss, and eyes shall see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”

another passage from the kama sutra, you presume. the delivery of the line, words thick and dripping affection like molasses would’ve made you swoon if it weren’t for the mere fact that it was al haitham saying them. in a failed attempt to suppress the onslaught of laughter, you suck you bottom lip into your mouth, only for al haitham to tut you with a playful roll of his eyes and a shake of his head.

“i suppose such poetry is unbefitting for me, huh?”

your legs slot under his arms to wrap around his waist more comfortably, heels resting against his back dimples and fingers tracing hearts over the dips and grooves of his biceps. he’s picked it up as one of your habits— something you do when you feel particularly endeared to him. “you should leave the lovey-dovey stuff to me.”

perhaps you’re right, he tells you through bated breath— perhaps he’s the furthest thing from a poet, a romantic, but there’s no denying how you make him feel like he could compose the greatest love story in all the universe— and it’s silly, he thinks, how madly in love with you he is, how that love defies all sense of logic in his mind. 

perhaps al haitham is the furthest thing from a poet, but if you were to tell him he was your world, he would tell you that you’re everything that makes the world good and beautiful and pure. tell him you’d die without him, and he’d tell you that he could still exist without you, but that’s all he’d ever manage to do. you can say that every day spent with him is like a story, and he’d tell you that you make him feel like he’s living in a fairytale— every second of every day.

but al haitham is a scholar, not a romantic, and such poetry is unbefitting for him. right?

from coco ๑‧₊˚ ෆ i squealed a whole lot while writing this .. my littl baby boy my prince my moon my sun my stars my everything ! i lov u so much so much so much so much foreva n’ eva n’ eva ;;n;; ! comments + reblogs + feedback of any kind ! r supa ! dupa appreciated !! thankies a billi for reading ໒꒰ྀི∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩꒱ྀིა

[goroushis]

happy holidays from cyno(s) !! I HOPE THEY WERE SOOO FUN FOR EVERYONE 😋 i had some family issues pop up this christmas so im delayed on the kinkmas fics im sooo sorry 🥲 BUT I WILL FINISH THE MASTERLIST ASAP !

[goroushis]

@bbiemilk + moshi adventure !!!

[syscardinal]

Happy Birthday Dori!!

-forgot to post this in her bday im sorry;;;

[goroushis]

going crazy over whatever this belt.. harness thing is oh god

[goroushis]

invest invest invest in ayaka !! i SWEAR SHE IS SOOO WORTH IT 😋

[goroushis]

EEEK i am sooo sorry kazuha’s piece may be delayed into tomorrow snifle !! stuff came up but i promiseee i will have it up for u guys tmr ! 🤗🤗

[goroushis]

have sum cute pics of my team !! in honor of 300 of u guys snifle ! its been like not even a week 🥲🥲 GIVING U ALL SNUGGLES N KISSES N LOTS OF HUGS ! 😋 i hope u are all sooo cozy n warm 🤗

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MOSHIIII M WAILING URE SO RIGHT ABT HAITHAM BEING ACTS OF SERVICE OHHHHHH HE LOVES IT HE LOVES IT SOOOO MUCH …. his heart flutters a littl (against his own will >v<) when you stop by his office to bring him coffee or buy him books to read or make him his favourite dish or or or T^T !!! being cared for n thought about by da one he loves probably makes him SOOOOO hard i cannot !!!!!!!

YES OG MY GOD N HES THE SAME FOR U ! STOP COCO OWJAKQKALAKA OGNOGMGOGK ! listen listen he doesnt rlly know how to articulate his feelings in a non-scholarly way, like being raw and open might be a little hard for him since everything is so matter-of-fact for him! SO !!! all he can rlly do is send u little messages or buy you things he notices you need at the house without asking, or he’ll remember you like a certain flower and he’ll stop to pick one just for you … snifle haitham is so sweet ! BUT ON THE HORNY SIDE OF IT OH MY GOD YEAH IF YOU TAKE CONTROL OR SMTH !! HE WILL LOSE IT ! TELL HIM THAT YOY WANNA MAKE HIS STRESS GO AWAY N FUMBLE WITH HIS BELT HE’LL FUCKING CRACK ! HE’LL LOSE IT COCO I STG !!(!5$5&5&4

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slipping littl heart-shaped love notes into the pages of whatever book alhaitham's reading ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝o̴̶̷̥᷅﹏o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝꒱ྀི১ him sniffing them and smelling your perfume on them and falling dizzy and getting hard almost instantly ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝o̴̶̷̥᷅﹏o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝꒱ྀི১ him fucking his fist in his office to your scent and thoughts of you after he realizes just how much he misses you and your warmth and all the pretty ways you tell him you love him ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝o̴̶̷̥᷅﹏o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝꒱ྀི১

[goroushis]

⌦[ KINKMAS DAY FOUR : ITTO! ]⌫

⌦[ SUMMARY ] itto likes to see how dumb he can make you!

⌦[ WARNINGS ]

fem reader ; size kink ; dumbification ; praise ; fem pronouns [atta girl, my girl] ; creampie ; mentions of multiple orgasms ; minors dni!

itto's not sure of it himself - whether it's the fucked-out look on your face from how deep he's buried inside of you, or if it's the broken whimpers of his name that makes his ego boost so much. but all itto knows is that he's addicted to it.

"hah- sucks me in so much when i fuck you like this, huh?" the words come out in a grunted chuckle, his brawny hand pressing the back of your head into the mattress. your mewls muffle into the pillow with each heavy rock of his hips against your ass, jolts of pleasure driving up your spine and pulling out moans from your chest. "mmph- love fuckin' your pretty pussy like this..."

"ha- so, fuck- big, 'to," you mutter out drunkenly with only glimmers of pleasure in your eyes and nothing else behind them. maybe it's the sheer stretch of your walls around his cock that's making you so empty-minded, or maybe its the rhythmic smacks and grunts he lets out that has you falling into dumbness - all you can repeat in a chanted succession is just how fucking good it feels.

"atta fuckin' girl, there ya go. takin' me just how i like it," the words are rasped and grunted, his fingers instinctively digging into your ass from the way you clench around him so entrancingly. itto gets so lost in the wet sounds and the sheer effect your body has on him, his cock twitching as his brawny frame shudders above you. "take a lil more for me, yeah? not- done yet..."

itto's heavy thrusts start to turn sloppy as he pants in ragged heaves, but all you can think about is the tingling burn of euphoria coiling in your stomach with every deep push of his cock. your babbled murmurs of 's-so close, close for you' have itto chuckling between groans and kicking his ruts into high gear - maybe it's to see just how fucked out he can make you look when you cum, he isn't too sure himself.

"yeah- that's it, lemme have it... show me how you cum for me," itto rasps out heavily with furrowed eyebrows and a gaped mouth, and he swears that the slick burgeoning on his shaft along with your pussy getting so tight has him dragging himself into dumbness with you. "ho- holy fuck, that's my girl. cumming all over my cock like that... might fuckin' cum, too."

your pleads and begs for him to cum inside of you are maybe out of greed, but maybe because you don't think you could possibly take any more of itto's rough thrusts - either way, he's snapping his hips faster and promising to give you a big load right where you want it.

"hah- mm... want me to cum right in here? yeah?" itto wants to hear you say it, and the mewled words from your lips alone are enough to send him tumbling over the edge. it's with his fingers digging into your waist that he finally cums, shuddering and grunting out in ragged pants as ribbons spill between your walls.

you swear you can see stars, your body throbbing around his shaft as the milky white spills out over your skin. itto can't help but be entranced by the sheer prettiness of the mess, wondering how many more orgasms you might be able to handle before he's done.

"you can take some more cum in there, can't you? lemme see..."

2022 GOROUSHIS. please do not copy/repost this work.

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[goroushis]

⌦[ WELCOME TO GOROUSHIS' KINKMAS WEEK! ]⌫

⌦[ ABOUT ]

welcome to the first kickoff event of my genshin blog! a new fic will be posted each day of the week from dec. 18 - 24th! this event will contain mature content, so please read warnings accordingly. minors do not interact!

⌦[ WEEK MASTERLIST ]

[01:00] dec. 18th : tighnari + dry humping

[02:00] dec. 19th : gorou + spit kink + biting

[03:00] dec. 20th : ayato + brat taming

[04:00] dec. 21st : itto + size kink + dumbification

[05:00] dec. 22nd : kazuha + cockwarming to fucking

[06:00] dec. 23rd : al haitham + shower sex

[07:00] dec. 24th : scaramouche + degradation/praise

2022 GOROUSHIS. please do not copy/repost this work.

[goroushis]

⌦[ KINKMAS DAY FOUR : ITTO! ]⌫

⌦[ SUMMARY ] itto likes to see how dumb he can make you!

⌦[ WARNINGS ]

fem reader ; size kink ; dumbification ; praise ; fem pronouns [atta girl, my girl] ; creampie ; mentions of multiple orgasms ; minors dni!

itto's not sure of it himself - whether it's the fucked-out look on your face from how deep he's buried inside of you, or if it's the broken whimpers of his name that makes his ego boost so much. but all itto knows is that he's addicted to it.

"hah- sucks me in so much when i fuck you like this, huh?" the words come out in a grunted chuckle, his brawny hand pressing the back of your head into the mattress. your mewls muffle into the pillow with each heavy rock of his hips against your ass, jolts of pleasure driving up your spine and pulling out moans from your chest. "mmph- love fuckin' your pretty pussy like this..."

"ha- so, fuck- big, 'to," you mutter out drunkenly with only glimmers of pleasure in your eyes and nothing else behind them. maybe it's the sheer stretch of your walls around his cock that's making you so empty-minded, or maybe its the rhythmic smacks and grunts he lets out that has you falling into dumbness - all you can repeat in a chanted succession is just how fucking good it feels.

"atta fuckin' girl, there ya go. takin' me just how i like it," the words are rasped and grunted, his fingers instinctively digging into your ass from the way you clench around him so entrancingly. itto gets so lost in the wet sounds and the sheer effect your body has on him, his cock twitching as his brawny frame shudders above you. "take a lil more for me, yeah? not- done yet..."

itto's heavy thrusts start to turn sloppy as he pants in ragged heaves, but all you can think about is the tingling burn of euphoria coiling in your stomach with every deep push of his cock. your babbled murmurs of 's-so close, close for you' have itto chuckling between groans and kicking his ruts into high gear - maybe it's to see just how fucked out he can make you look when you cum, he isn't too sure himself.

"yeah- that's it, lemme have it... show me how you cum for me," itto rasps out heavily with furrowed eyebrows and a gaped mouth, and he swears that the slick burgeoning on his shaft along with your pussy getting so tight has him dragging himself into dumbness with you. "ho- holy fuck, that's my girl. cumming all over my cock like that... might fuckin' cum, too."

your pleads and begs for him to cum inside of you are maybe out of greed, but maybe because you don't think you could possibly take any more of itto's rough thrusts - either way, he's snapping his hips faster and promising to give you a big load right where you want it.

"hah- mm... want me to cum right in here? yeah?" itto wants to hear you say it, and the mewled words from your lips alone are enough to send him tumbling over the edge. it's with his fingers digging into your waist that he finally cums, shuddering and grunting out in ragged pants as ribbons spill between your walls.

you swear you can see stars, your body throbbing around his shaft as the milky white spills out over your skin. itto can't help but be entranced by the sheer prettiness of the mess, wondering how many more orgasms you might be able to handle before he's done.

"you can take some more cum in there, can't you? lemme see..."

2022 GOROUSHIS. please do not copy/repost this work.

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[goroushis]

hiii hello i just wanted to say WOW!!!!! i love your writing <3 and you writing for itto AND gorou??? thank u thank u🧡

OMGOMGKG !! thank u so much snifle !! 🥲 I LOVE GOROU SM ITTO N GOROU ARE MY FAVE DUO ! and i will cry omg ! im SOO GLAD u like reading my stuff !! makes my heart all fuzzy 🤗🤗