[hanxku]

ever heard of the tag..."improper use of vision" ? for all my lohen lovers fellas dying under the warm weather recently, take this.

it's warm lately in mondstadt. even at night. so warm you might as well consider refreshing up in natlan.

during this warmth, lohen decided to share a bit of his coldness with you...

lohen's body radiates cryo as his hips slam against yours.

every thrust is deep and rough, making your skins slap and the bed frame groan, the sounds resonating through the favonius quarters. if one were to walk past the room, they would see soft blueish cryo air escaping from under the door.

"look at that..." his hand reaches around and grabs your hip to anchor you even deeper into the bed, his pelvis thrusting down in the same mouvement. "cold enough ?"

"yes. fuck yeah" you'd groan back if you weren't overwhelmed by the pleasure.

lohen's breath comes in ragged and shaky hitches, panting out frozen air between his teeth like a machine. his wine-red eyes are glowing slightly under the effort, staring down at you, freezing that picture of you in his mind. you try to look at him through the soft moonlight but your eyes keep rolling back under his assault. "don't try...." he pants out in a sneer, the effort making his voice shake. "just melt into it...melt into me..."

nothing else mattered. just him, his cold body against yours and his burning eyes on you.

“g…god…” lohen’s hips speeds up, going in and out relentlessly, his eyes fluttering shut under the pleasure. you hold yourself on the bed sheets to take his assault, moaning out in ecstasy. "take it all....take all of me..." his breath is ice-cold against your ear, his shiny frozen earring rubbing your cheek softly. "please...please please take it all...." his tone is shaky and manic.

lohen doesn't have time to say another thing. you grab his snowy cold hair and take his cold lips to your warm ones in a starving kiss. the knight groans and drools coldly as he melts against the it, his cock throbbing between your warm walls, releasing cold liquid, similar to cryo slime.

his moans and pants quicken as he grabs your hips firmly and raises them with all his strength, ramming himself in like a bunny in heat. “oh…god…” finally, in a last agressive thrust, he releases into you, reaching into your deepest parts, sneering out loudly in the high. your nails scratch all the way down his back as you follow him in his high, making his hips shudder against you as he takes the delicious pain.

your eyelids try to blink away the stars. glimpses of him through the moonlight. ice-sweaty, panting, muscles twitching. his cheeks, usually pale, colored in a soft red. his eyes glowing warmly.

such a pure, intoxicating contrast.

his cold hand reaches up for your forehead, brushing away your hair softly. “feeling colder ?” his tone was meant like a mock. but his eyes couldn’t lie.

ice never felt so warm.

[hanxku]

lohen.

rough. selfish. extreme.

not that he’s uncaring. he just wants it hard. he just wants you so hard it hurts. his hips moving erratically, your breath hitching when he hits your sweet spots. going deeper, and deeper with snarls of frustration, as if his body isn’t enough. as if he wants to just slide in your skin, slide in your blood and fuck your core itself.

his hands grab your flesh, wanting your bones. they go up your neck, wanting your life. squeeze, wanting your fear. he stares down at you with small pupils, printing that picture of you fucked out below him.

“more…” he pants out, throbbing inside you. he wants so much more of you. it’s never enough. it’s never intense enough.

lohen’s hips move faster, digging himself in and out of you, his cock twitching hard between your walls. “more…more more more….” so hard you can feel every throb. “i can’t get enough, i can’t…” he growls out against your ear, releasing your neck for your hair, pulling your head back. “i’ll go fucking insane…” he bends over, and bites, moaning between his teeth.

your legs spread and close tightly around his hips, keeping him in place as he ruts on you wildly.

“you’ll take everything…every…” one thrust. “single…” another one, rougher. “drop of me.”

oh, that you will. right ?

right ?

[hanxku]

i don’t need to say that lohen inspired me greatly- *coughs* so yeah hi, i’m back.

also, i take ideas. so go crazy if you may (every extreme is welcome).

[hanxku]

imagine riding scaramouche in the middle of a party with your friends group, after hours of looking at each other.

his hard hands grip your waist violently as you jump on top of him. he raises his head, panting, his eyes half-closed, illuminated by a single ray of blue neon, in the middle of the darkness of the room in which you hid. his hot breath ghosts over your lips, trembling each time you push him a little deeper into you. through the slightly ajar door, indie music resonates, as well as a tangle of voices and laughter.

“ahn--” his thighs thrust up hard, hitting your insides firmly. your lips separate, and his hand quickly presses against them.

"shut the...fuck up...." he growls between two breathes of pleasure, his thighs lifting, slapping against your ass, your intimacies meeting in a hard and fast rhythm. "you want the others to hear you moan like a whore? huh?" your eyes roll back as his thumb slides inside your mouth. you hold yourself to his bony shoulders as he continues to fuck you mercilessly, pressing down on your hips, pushing himself into you. you could feel the pleasure he felt from fucking you...his moans, the way he panted hotly against your lips, the way each of his muscles tensed under your fingers, the heat of his body, and his throbbing cock, making your insides shake and clench.

"g...god...i'm gonna..." he pants. his black nails dig into your waist, and you come hard against his body, biting his thumb and suckling on it to muffle your moans. a whimper escapes his lips as he comes too, his arms wrapping around your waist with all his might, his seed filling you hard. your insides tighten against his cock, milking every drop out of him, making him twitch and growl of pleasure.

his thumb leaves your moisted lips, a trickle of saliva connecting them, and your half-lidded gazes lock, riding out your orgasms. scaramouche smirks against your lips and whispers tiredly: "who knew you were such a slut..."

you close your eyes, and smirks back. yeah, you didn't know this side of yourself either.

[hanxku]

beeh

[hanxku]

imagine catboy scaramouche is in heat and needs you to help him out.

he's there in front of you, his body tense and plaintive meows escaping his lips. he looks up at you, his indigo cat tail wrapping around your arm.

"need...i need..."

within seconds, your body finds itself lying beneath his as he slides his tongue along your jaw. a squeal escapes your lips as your hand tangles in his soft hair. "your fangs...don't bite...scara..."

you could feel his erection rubbing against your thigh as he moans and purrs against your ear, at the edge of desperation.

“but your skin...so good....makes me want to..”

his cat ear pulses under your fingers as you feel his claw pull aside the side of your underwear, and his bare cock rubbing against your throbbing intimacy.

his fangs brush dangerously against the sensitive skin of your neck, and suddenly, he bites.

you only have time to gasp as he thrusts completely into you, growling like an animal, his instincts taking full control of his body.

your eyes roll back and you can only brace yourself against the tense muscles of his back as he moves inside you slowly, but hard, then faster...and faster...until you can't do anything anymore but moan in pleasure.

your head falls to the side on the mattress, fully offering your neck to him as he pants, mewls and moans with each hard thrust, his hands gripping your hips to keep you in place.

"It's good...it's so good...fuck..." he pants, his claws scratching the sides of your waist.

he can feel your insides throbbing and clenching around him, keeping him deep so he can never pull out again. "if you squeeze...ahn...like that..I'll..."

a trembling whimper escapes his lips as his cock twitches deep inside you, his body pressing against yours.

your thighs rise to hug his waist, feeling a ball of pleasure forming in your lower stomach. bigger and bigger...so fucking good...

his eyes roll back, his cat tail wraps around your waist tightly, and with one last rough thrust, he cums deep inside you, filling you completely as his fangs sink into your shoulder.

"..fuck..." the ball of pleasure explodes inside you, and you cum shortly after him, your hips thrusting up, milking him, making him groans and purring loudly.

he continues to thrust into you slowly, riding out both of your orgasms, licking and kissing the bloody marks he left on you...

"bad kitten...using bad language.." you whisper, still panting.

“you should...raise me better then..you are the master, aren’t you?” he purrs playfully, licking your cheek.

yeah, such a bad kitten...you should punish him for that haughty behavior...

[hanxku]

tw : mommykink, breastfeeding kink

imagine scaramouche needs your comfort like every evening after his fatui harbingers meeting...

scaramouche....a powerful man, an assertive warrior, capable of controlling entire armies, born to be a god.

a man with an insatiable thirst for power, who crushes anyone who stands before him...who was now against your chest, his eyes cloudy.

"i....i need..." he needs your comfort.

his lips kiss your neck delicately as he unbuttons your shirt. You know what he wants. what he needs.

he pushes the collar of your shirt aside, and his hot, trembling breath fangs over your hard nipples as he stares at them.

your hand gently melts into his hair as he begins to suck one of them gently, his breathing quickening with desire before slowing down little by little. he could feel your nipple hardening between his lips as he teased it with his tongue, sucking on it like milk was going to come out. you wanted....fuck...how you wanted to give him milk...feed him..

"good boy…” you breathe hotly as he raises his gaze to look at you devotedly, his hands gripping your waist a little too tightly, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

"yours..."

and no matter how much you whisper to him that you'll never leave him, his hold on you never weakens. you are his.

"mine..."

his to use..his to fuck...his to hurt...his to break...his to kiss....his to kill...

forever.

[hanxku]

imagine scaramouche making you ride his face and eating you out eagerly.

he doesnt care about how embarassed you are. he spreads your cunt, observes like he would observe pure art in a museum, and puts his mouth on you. suckling, licking, nibbling like a starving kitten on its milk. "...fuck...you taste so fucking good..." he squeezes hard your thighs between his hands, pushing your hips into his face.

you hear him humming in appreciation as you start to roll your hips against his lips, out of despair and pleasure. his warm tongue on you, his indigo hair tingling the sensitive skin of your thighs...everything feels so good. you feel like an opened wound between his hands.

"....push me...into you...go on...don't be shy..." he whispers warmly against your pussy.

you bury a hand inside his hair, tugging on them, making him moan as you pull his face even closer. he looks up at you, his expression dazed of arousal, his lips moisted with your wetness, and stares at you as you come hard on his tongue, your hips twitching between his hands. He keeps suckling on your clit, as you ride out your orgasm, swallowing your wetness eagerly.

your expression...your eyes looking down on him as he's pleasing you...he is...the reason that you feel that good. that bare thought is enough to drive him insane.

[hanxku]

imagine jerking wanderer off in the middle of a forest in sumeru, hidden in the shade of a tree.

you looked down on him, sitting astride his half-undressed thighs.

out of breath, heart trembling. those lips that previously commanded entire fatui armies, moist with your saliva...that indigo, mean gaze that terrified anyone...and now looking only at you.  you you and you.

"...touch me...I can't take it anymore..." he whispers, sliding his hands on your hips.

you raise an eyebrow.

"....p..please..." he adds between his teeth. you didn't need to insist, he must be very excited today to give up so easily. 

you lower your hand, and he automatically raises his hips, groaning as your fingernails brushes his erection still covered in his black bodysuit. rock hard.

"how long have you been like this, mh?"

he lowers his head, his hands tightening more around your hips, squeezing them.

"who fucking cares....just...touch me..!"

your hand automatically tightens around the bulge, snatching a shaky whimper from him.

"you're in no good position to give me orders, little puppet..."

the boy's breath was getting more and more erratic as you rubbed his erection fiercely. you could feel it pulsate under your palm.

"...ah...could it be when we bathed in the lake this morning? when you kept staring at me with those bratty eyes? mh?"

he lowers his head and nods very slowly.  he couldn't take it anymore. he wanted you to touch him.

"fuck...just...please..."

your hand passes over his chest, only covered by his black bodysuit, so thin that it revealed his hardened nipples.

you rub them as you pass your hands on his torso, which tenses at the contact. no heartbeat in the entrails of his doll body, but a palpable warmth that emanated from his white skin. your hand goes down...and down....and his breathing increases as you grip his bodysuit between his legs, releasing his erection from the wet tissue.

his hard member stands under your eyes, already wet and throbbing with need.

you grab it gently and start to stroke it slowly....too slow.

one of his hands grabs your wrist. he growls :  "i fucking swear... if you...don't go faster than that I will...agh!"  your hand tightens around his member. his head falls back against the trunk of the tree. he moans.

"yeah ? what are you going to do, huh?" you whisper as you lean towards him. his puppet white skin quivered under your tongue and lips as you kissed down his neck.  "you can't do anything to me, wanderer....can you ?" your hand quickens.

his eyes open wide to the sensations and his body tenses with pleasure under your fingers. his hips rises even more, with a seemingly unsuspected force, lifting you up slightly on his legs.

"oh...fuck..." he moaned, his voice thick with arousal. "keep going please...dont stop..."

his hands slide down your body, shoulders, arms, waist and legs.

his indigo hair slightly concealed his half-closed dark eyes as you watched him trembling, on the verge of orgasm. beautiful...

your hand slides down his cheek, your lips close to his without kissing them as you whisper "come for me....let go..."

he doesnt need more to come hard between your fingers, moaning and whimpering your name against your lips, his body throbbing with pleasure and his eyes rolling back as he finally let his head drop against your chest.

you raise your hand slowly and lick it gently before bringing it to his shaky lips.

"what a good boy...." you whisper softly as he hugs your waist tighter, suckling on your fingers, his body still throbbing against yours.

he gave you the power for this time....he was too weak...next time he won't let you have your way.

[hanxku]

imagine scaramouche needs a quick way to calm down and rely on you to help him.

"harder...harder...!" you beg as he pounds you senseless, groaning agaisnt your lips, his hand clenching around your neck.

"you slut...isn't that enough for you? haha...of course it's not..."

scaramouche had a bad day. harbinger meeting, boring experiences with dottore....all he was waiting for is catching you between two walls and release pressure. you tug on his longer indigo hair behind his neck and he growls of pain and pleasure before kissing you wildly.

his thrusts becomes more messy, driven by despair. he just wanted to feel good..."let it out....let it all out...." you whisper between moans as you feel the pace pick up. he presses your hips between his fingers and raises his head to look at you with a wild, needy and... almost childish expression. "fuck...I'm gonna...i'm..."

"yeah...go on....inside...."you squeeze your legs around his waist in encouragement and he pours into you in a shaky moan, his hand sliding weakly from your neck to your chest to your lower abdomen, which he squeezed lightly to feel himself moving inside you. "i feel it...moving inside you...between your guts..." he sneers softly, rubbing your belly as if you're the most precious thing in teyvat.

you catch your breath weakly as he hugs you, rubbing his head against yours like a kitten. you kiss his forehead gently and whisper a few words to each other, before going your own way, him as the 6th fatui harbinger, you as one of his devoted subordinate...as if nothing had happened....until next time...

[hanxku]

Pov : The witches are waiting for you for the daily reunion of the coven, but Kyle Spencer wants you. right. now.

"wait...Kyle... the other witches are....waiting for me !" you whisper as Kyle bites on your neck, pressing you even more against the wall of your room as he unbuttons his jeans and yours with impatience, his shirt half open. "no." a child's game was still playing on the computer. "just... a...bit... " Kyle articulates hardly, breathing like an animal on your ear as he grabs your now naked thighs, lifting you up and pressing his hard cock on your belly. he waited for you all day in this dark room. learning how to talk again so he could tell you how he loved you. how he needed you so badly. he raises his head to press his forehead against yours and you both moan of pleasure as he takes you in one hit, pressing your waist. "Kyle...please !" you try weakly as he starts to pound you senseless, eyes close, not paying any attention to what you say. "i...waited...all day... for you." he whispers in a shaky voice between your lips, trying to be as quiet as possible. his expression was almost childish. his hair was in a total mess. he looked so needy. needy of you. the pleasure went right to your head and in a few seconds, you couldn't think of anything else than his warm skin roughly hitting yours . his wild thrusts got more intense and you didn't need anything else, cumming agaisnt him in a half-muffled moan. Kyle kept thrusting roughly agaisnt your now sensitive intimacy, making you whine, before cumming in you, biting your neck to muffle his moans. breathless, he let himself gliding on the floor, holding you tight against him as he kisses you everywhere on your face while you two get back to your senses. you caress his blond hair as he put his head on your neck like a baby, breathing fast. "did i... do...p-progress...in my words ? i...i learned... "just...a bit". you let out a weak laugh, caressing his hair as he crawls on you like a cat. If that was "just a bit" to him....he'll probably eat you one day.

[hanxku]

okay hear me out again.

needy and angry tate langdon. quick fucking in a corner of the house.

"Tate...wait.. my dad is in the next roo-....gh.." you try to articulate as tate speed up his wild thrusts, his warm breath on your neck and his shaky whimpers caressing your ears. "I'm sorry... i'm sorry i need...i need it...". you put a hand on your mouth, squeezed between the wall under the stairs and tates aroused body. he was so good. he was so fucking good. you loved it so much when tate was angry. he totally let himself go and always count on you to help him. he pulls his head back slightly to press his forehead against yours, moaning in pleasure as quietly as possible. "your dad...he told me i was afraid...of rejection..." he whispers between two moans, his hands squeezing your waist. "I think he's right..." you answer, panting, your lips sticked to his. He raises his head, his dark eyes half hidden by his fluffy blond hair, staring at you as he pound you more and more. "you'll never... reject me, right ?" you grabbed his hair and kissed him wildly, stifling one of his moans. "if i dare to do it one day... i allow you to kill me" you whisper weakly against his lips, his eyes locked on yours, feeling the orgasm coming for you two. tate let out a groan as he cums with you, his seed filling your shivering body. "...then...you are warned." he says finally, breathless, holding you tightly as he catches his breath while you come back to your senses, his lips caressing your right ear with simple words . "never leave me. ever."

[hanxku]

okay hear me out

Tate Langdon submissive.

with his teary desperate eyes, begging for you to touch him. you would kiss and bite him everywhere, literally eating him out as he offers himself to you. his skin would be so addictive to you. his blond fluffy hair. his childish smile. his mischievous dark eyes. and his scent. a boy's scent. Tate's natural scent. it drives you crazy. you would leave bruises on him everyday. on the neck and the chest. Tate likes pain. he likes it when you bite him, the feeling of your teeth against his sensitive, warm skin as you ride him. he can feel the intensity of your feelings through violence. and he would bite you too. a lot. kiss you, bite you, and scratch you to express the strengh of his mad love for you. how he wants you. how he needs you more than anyone in this "hopeless world". he would totally be the type to beg. you wont even have to tell him to. begging for more contact, for more stimulation, more kisses, just more of you. you. you. you love the effect you have on him so much. and you wouldn't let anyone see this miserable lovely part of him.