i just love fantasizing about dottore’s segments and how they would enjoy their time with you !! With permission from the original of course !
warnings: mentions of blood, knife play, degradation, Dacryphilia (lmk if there are others you see !!) || heavily unedited
characters: segments 18 and 25 || part 2 || part 3
18
The youngest of the adult segments. Often others would taunt him and say he has no idea what he’s doing… which is not far from the truth. Poor 18 who was too obsessed with school that he was unable to form any sort of relationship or friendship with his peers.
He definitely has the most obvious wandering eyes compared to the others. Eyes laced with hunger and desire drink your appearance in the lab whenever you stood closer to the original. Sometimes he wouldn’t even notice the way his tongue came out to lick his lower lip or the hardening bulge in his pants when you bent over to pick something up. Sometimes you did notice his staring but brushed it off as him being… well himself.
When Zandik gives 18 permission to use you (for an experiment of course — to see how much you could handle, what else would it be?), he goes wild. All those nights having to jerk off alone with a pair of your panties pumping his aching cock where he had to use his imagination. Imagining you on your knees, one hand gripping his balls and the other holding the shaft as you run your tongue from the tip to his balls and back up, or you on your hands and knees on his bed, back arched so deliciously that your ass is enhanced even more. Oh yeah, he was gonna devour you.
His movements are definitely rushed. Poor baby doesn’t know what he’s doing. His grabbing at your breasts quite roughly and sucking so much. Your entire neck is covered with adoring bites. When he goes down on you, he can hardly contain his excitement. At first he gives experimental kitten licks on your clit, red hues gazing up from blue eyelashes as if waiting for your approval. Your soft moans is all he needs before he eats you like you are his last meal.
He hooks your thighs over his shoulders with a firm grip to keep you from moving. His tongue moves frantically, from your clit and down your folds before slipping inside your cunt, moaning against your pussy. He’s so messy but it feels so good !! He replaces his tongue with two fingers and pumps in and out and attacks your clit, sucking and nibbling just enough and loves how you writhe from his touch alone. It makes him feel proud and he wishes the other segments can see this act.
He’s so desperate it’s almost pathetic. His hips grind against the mattress in a weak attempt to pleasure himself and small whimpers emit from his lips. His moans alone as he devours you is enough to send you over the edge.
When it comes to the official act and he finally gets what he’s been longing for, he almost finished on the spot. Choked gasps leave his pretty mouth as he stares down at you in almost disbelief. He can hardy contain himself at this point. Your cunt squeezes around him graciously and continues to swallow him until he bottoms out, his flesh against yours. A small “Zandik” leaves your lips and its enough for him.
His thrusts are fast pace, his hands are roaming everywhere on your body, from circling your overstimulated clit that causes you to cry underneath him, to your breasts where he rolls the mounds between his fingers, to your neck where slender fingers grip the sides in attempt to cut off some air.
Your pussy is so warm and welcoming, as if you were designed perfectly just for his cock, a complete opposite of his hand and a spare panties that barely had your scent on them. You just take him so well and he lets you know how much of a good girl you are, and oh don’t forget he thinks you’re the prettiest woman he has ever seen in his life, especially when you’re begging for him to fuck into you harder. Despite being inexperienced and fast with his movements, he will make sure he tastes every inch of you before its the next segments turn.
25
Probably the most stuck up one besides Omega. In fact, he was probably the meanest one who thought he knew everything. This was the stage of Zandik’s life after being expelled from the Akademiya and pursuing other research with the Fatui, so it would make sense in some twisted way that he was mean and stuck up.
Unlike 18, this segment was more sneaky with his gestures. You’d often come and help inside the lab with the other segments or Zandik and 25 would be incredibly jealous. If you were beside him, he might accidentally knock over vials near you, and of course he would immediately blame you for being so careless and stupid, he’s just so mean to you. But as planned, you’d get on your hands and knees to clean it and would never notice the way this segment would stare you down.
Like 18, he would desperately jerk off but this time to the thought of you crying and it turned him on so much. He wondered if you would cry from physical pain or emotional pain (which he could do both) and that would make his desire for you grow. Sometimes he would sneak into your room when you are sleeping and just watch. He wanted nothing more than to strap you down and use you there but even he knew his limits with Zandik around.
After 18 had his fun with you and it was 25’s turn, you were definitely in for some form of torture (or pleasure)
Instead of the comfortable setting in 18’s room, this segment takes you to the lab as if you were his patient. At first he does a general assessment but don’t mind his wandering hands in between your thighs that graze against your cunt and flick at your clothed clit. The doctor is working of course ;)
He definitely loves to tie you down to the table completely naked. It’s so humiliating to be the only one nude while he is still dressed, but the way he looks at you behind glasses is enough to slightly wash away that shame.
At first he teases you. He blows hot air on your pussy and watches you squeeze around nothing. “Wow, you’re practically begging for me already and I haven’t done anything. Aren’t you a slut?”
He looms over you and leaves so many marks on your skin, sometimes even drawing blood but would lick it clean as some sort of apology. He’d stare at you and lick his lower lip to wipe off the little but of blood.
Besides his fingers, his scalpel is probably his tool of choice when playing with you. The sharp tip drags ever so slowly against your skin and the coolness of the blade causes your breath to hitch. Excitement or fear, you weren’t sure what you were feeling. Occasionally he might accidentally dig in ever so slightly to see the beautiful crimson color you produce and enjoys the face of pain you make. But don’t worry, the doctor will make you feel all better !!
Whenever he was satisfied from examining you, he fucks you without care. This segment really only cares for his own pleasure and doesn’t care about yours. He could go about his day even if you didn’t finish. He just wanted to use you to his heart’s desire.
He still remains fully clothed while fucking you. This gives him some sort of ego boost, that he was the one in charge and you were just something below him (figuratively and literally). He taunts you and degrades you and his hands are quite rough. You cry and tell him its too much, but oh dear you really shouldn’t disrupt the doctor while he’s at work. He stuffs two fingers in your mouth, practically almost all the way until he touches the back of your throat and you gag. 25 fucks you like the whore he calls you. He’s just so mean but you can’t deny the amount of pleasure flowing through your veins.
“It’s not exactly a secret—” well, at least not anymore… [Qin Shi Huang x Reader]
Summary: You might not be in trouble but oh are you in for it. Your lie isn’t the only thing that’ll get messy…
Warnings: SMUT, of the filthiest kind my word😭, I’m sorry, also this is long, I ran my vibrator out of batteries with this one, cursing, fem!reader disguised as male, misgendering, anxiety mentions, intimidation, painful realities women face, some manhandling, you like it tho don’t worry, Qin Shi finds out ur actually a baddie and gains like + 100 rizz, petnames, “baby” “pretty girl” “sweetness”, bath s*x, unprotected too, oral (f.rec), he’s HIGHKEY a pǔssybully, dacryphilia, multiple ✪rgasms, size k|nk, size difference, kissing, looottts of kissing, nobody here has self control, whoops, he’s got the fattest of fat coc—, he’s so nasty about fucking you through your spine for some reason hmm how odd :/, choking, biting, creampies, dirty talk, they really go at it, fainting, everything is consensual, kinda rough but everyone is having a very good time I assure you :), squ!rting screaming creaming and more we’ve got it all at the hardware store 😂
A/N-> this is a continuation of the end of part 2 so go read that. English is not my first language and enjoy.
My cuties ^///^ -> @kainnnee + @thulhu ♡꙳°✿
‘Attractive’ wasn’t enough to describe him.
His eyes are black with hazy light pupils but somehow they seem to have a gleam about them, the centipede tattoo runs down his cheek stopping next to a deliciously pink mouth. Pinching your lips in, you gulp— keeping your eyes on anything else but his broad shoulders and handsome face framed by short eyebrows.
Fuck, he’s so built. Need that, really.
“And not a moment too soon I see”, he continues, trailing his gaze over your form. “Undress and get in. You look unwell but I believe this should help.” He raises an eyebrow as the fidgeting on your feet becomes incessant. It’s something you do a lot when it’s just the two of you he’s noticed. The corner of his mouth tilts up as he watches your toes take turns covering each other.
How curious.
Your hair is still tied behind you in the low bun you always wear, shoulders slightly hunched in your baggy clothes. Being fed steadily along with the others in the year you’ve been with him, he’d hoped you would gain some muscle or weight but you don’t seem to. Maybe it’s connected to the stress caused by your former peers? Either way as one of his favorites he’d like very much to help you feel better. Smiling in what he means to be comfort, Qin Shi gestures to your clothing.
You hesitate— moving to step back before a large hand wraps around your ankle, lightening fast as he holds you in place.
“I-i..”, you stammer, acutely aware of the heat from his wet hand bleeding through your skin.
“I can’t…” You finish lamely and he huffs mainly in confusion but also annoyance. He’s trying to help so why must you fight him at every turn of it?
“And why not?”
It’s straightforward— not something you can talk your way around and fuck if it doesn’t make you sweat. For once you wish his blindfold was on as his eyes bore into yours even as they actively avoid him.
You’ve been acting strange…why? He’s been suspicious at times but now he’s sure. There’s more you’ve been leaving out, the question is what?
Without so much more as a warning than the sound of suddenly disturbed water, Qin Shi hoists himself out of the bath to stand before you completely naked— water dripping generously from every thick, delicious muscled curve. Gasping, you try to step back but a thick arm shoots out, hand closing around your shirt in a tight fist, dragging your face close to his.
“What are you hiding, boy?”
He growls against your face, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Qin Shi watches your face drop— something like panic setting in as you gulp so hard you almost choke.
“N-nothing! My Lor-“,
“Bullshit.”
Your heart beats so fast and thudding that he can hear it. The words leave your mouth too quickly, furthering his suspicions. Dark eyes search your pretty face wildly for any hint of what it could be. He doesn’t believe you to be a threat but he doesn’t believe in taking unnecessary risks with just the two of you— mind racing from least to worse scenarios for your secrecy. And he so irritated for some reason though he’s not entirely sure it’s all on you. At this point he’s prepared for pretty much anything.
“It’s a bath— take your clothes off.” You shouldn’t be— especially with him being so rough but that’s precisely why you are.
Wet.
You can’t help it. Briefly you wonder how different things would be if you told the truth from the start. Would you be where you are right now? Would he treat you gentler? You find that you don’t want him to. A firm hand suited him too well.
Apparently, you take too long— a stark contrast to your usually instant initiative. Leaning down so his nose almost touches yours, the gesture is meant to be intimidating but all you can think is how good he smells and looks even better. It’s hard to focus with him so close and you slowly shake your head.
“Um…I- forgive me my lord”, you squeeze your eyes shut. Bracing for impact, “but no. I truly cannot.”
“Oh?” He scoffs, minutely indulging you, “But I wasn’t asking.”
“B-but”, you try feebly, “but why?” For a second he’s caught off guard by how cute you sound.
“You’ve piqued my curiosity,” your heart stops at that. “Whatever it is, I’d very much like to know. Besides, keeping secrets from your Lord just won’t do.”
“I’m…shy?” You can’t help but try one more time— one last ditch attempt to dodge the hangman.
He’s quiet for a beat, thoroughly looking you over with an expression you can’t read before stepping back…
and pushing you into the water.
Gracelessly you fall into the hot bath, flailing around until you resurface. You could swim but that wasn’t your main concern— your clothes are sticking to you. Your eyes blink the water away furiously as you wade to the edge like a wet cat. Hoisting yourself up, you jump only to feel your pants be yanked down as soon as you hop up, pulled clean off you.
Immediately you try to drop back into the water but muscled arms hook under your ass and push you back up. With a speed to rival his own, you slam your legs shut. You even go so far as to cross them at your calves, effectively blocking his view.
Is this the big secret? You weren’t a eunuch? Still, he’s too curious to just go off his own assumption. He needs to hear it from you,
“Open.” Voice deep and stilling as he commands you. Looking at him with wide pleading eyes, you open your mouth to stutter out what he knows is another excuse or distraction but he cuts you off before you can even start.
“Now.” A thrum of heat pulses through you. The dominance in his order has you trembling, natural instincts begging you to just submit. Impressively enough, you don’t.
He’s out of patience.
Yanking you to the edge like he’s making to drag you back underwater, you flounder to catch yourself, unhooking your legs in the process.
You only realize your mistake when you feel him suddenly freeze. Hurriedly, you look down with a wince and certainly enough…
His eyes are locked right on your pussy.
Qin Shi blinks once, then twice— wordlessly hooking his arms around your thighs before you can hide again. Heart in your throat, it still manages to race out of control, making your voice shake.
“Please— I- I can explain”, you speak clearly now, he notes. Not that hoarse whisper you always seem to have and now he understands its reason. While lovely, your voice was undeniably that which belonged to a woman. Huffing out a weary sigh, he flicks his eyes off your snatch when it twitches at the feel of his breath and shakes his head. He said he was prepared for anything? How wrong he was.
“It”, you swallow, “It’s not exactly a secret—”,
Cutting off your appeals, he asks the first thing that came to mind when he saw your naked sex.
“What’s your name? Your real one.” Since the cat was out of the bag, you suppose there’s no need to hide it; whispering it to him so softly that the steam almost carries it away.
He repeats it, looking into your eyes as you nod before he continues— this time as a request.
“Can I? See the rest?” He doesn’t have to elaborate, you know what he means. Wriggling atop the warm limestone, you lift your waterlogged top off you; revealing your bound chest before undoing that too. Letting your breasts bounce to their natural state and immediately, it all begins to click.
You weren’t all stick and bones, the oversized clothing was to hide your shape, he realizes trailing his eyes from your now loose hair with you propped up by your elbows down your body. And what a shape you had— all soft and pretty.
He’s not mad which is good because that means your life is no longer in danger. But he still needs to know—
“Why did you lie?”
You sigh, the sound heavy with weight of your truth. “It was just safer.” His eyes widen as yours slip shut. “I needed work without the high chances of being kidnapped and sold.” Ah. The life of young women wasn’t exactly a relaxing or safe one. You just needed work. Work meant money and money meant food and housing but you lucked out. Working at the palace under the guise of a man meant you didn’t have to worry about any of that.
Qin Shi now knew of that painful reality.
Shaking his head again, he lets his forehead drop against your tummy— your startled squeak making him chuckle. All this excitement after an already draining day has him feeling more over it than usual.
“Sorry for being so rough with you earlier…”, his muffled apology vibrates your skin as warmth creeps up your body, pooling in your face.
“S’okay…”, your shy little reassurance has him giddy as he lifts his head, wading backwards further into the bath, offering his hand to you.
Trying to shrug off your embarrassment at being completely naked in front of The Emperor of all men, you take it, following him in. You knew your luck was shit but damn. Slipping into the water, you dip your body deeper, leaning your head back with a pleased sigh.
Amiable silence fills the space as you slowly relax, getting used to being who you are so openly while Qin Shi struggles to adjust. To the point where it’s hard to relax with the weight of his eyes on you as the puffs of your nipples peek through the water from you floating lazily on your back.
The hot water is absolute heaven on your aching body and the oils in it have you feeling oh so smooth as you let out another breathy sigh. You feel his movement by the rippling of the water as he wades closer to you. Breathing in some of the steam, you peek your eye open at him.
“Is there something troubling you, my lord?” He shakes his head, flowing around you as he grins.
“Not at all, I just wasn’t expecting to have such lovely company tonight is all.” Both eyes pop open at that, hot cheeks dimple softly as you stifle a flattered giggle, glee rushing through you and you stop floating to face him. He called you lovely.
“Lord Qin-“,
“Ying Zheng,” he corrects you. If you were going to be a man who was actually a woman then you could use his birth name. It sounds just as sweet as he thought it would coming from a beauty like yourself.
“—are you flirting with me?” You try to keep your tone neutral, unaffected but you sound too tickled, voice light and teasing as you swim around each other. He hums in contemplation,
“Should I not? Are you wife to anyone?” He keeps his voice even, breezy while he waits eagerly for your answer. Much to his delight, you shake your head no.
His grin spreads into something that makes your thighs clench, excitement making you jittery as you tease, splashing him lightly before you go back to floating on your back.
“Any more questions?”
Qin Shi laughs, low and pleased in his throat, nodding slowly. “Actually I do..”, you make a sound for him to continue.
“Does anyone else know-“, you cut him off with a dry snort. “Absolutely not.” He hums again, eyeing you all over and his intensity makes you shiver, nipples hardening.
“So all this time I should’ve been calling you pretty girl, no?” You’re positive that your flush has spread all the way down to your chest, not expecting him to be such a sweet talker.
“You could— but then you’d give me away.”
“Ahh. Then only when it’s just us two…”, his low voice trails off as you give a delayed hum not even surprised that you weren’t fired.
What an interesting night this was turning out to be.
Tapping your thigh from beneath the water, Qin Shi pulls you to stand before answering your confused look.
“I still need to check you over— see to your wellbeing and all that, remember?” Your heart skips a beat. Fuck, you forgot about that and the circumstances now compared to when he said it are completely different. Still, you can’t help the anticipation that wells up inside your chest.
Wading backwards, Qin Shi follows; helping you hoist yourself up on the warm stone, eyes following every drop of water running down your curves. Bringing your knees in and out the water, you go to stand up when he stops you with a hand around your calf.
“No need to strain yourself, I can check juuust fine from here.”
He’s eye level with your pussy and you both know that. You stifle a shiver, remembering how his breath felt against your exposed pussy.
Taking your silence as hesitation, he comforts you by massaging your legs— rubbing up and down your soft skin warmed by the heat of the water. “Is that okay, pretty girl?”
Fuck yes.
You nod vigorously, gasping at the bolt of electricity to your core as he firmly kneads up your calves to your thighs, asking here and there if anything hurt.
The pressure of his large hands feels so good that you feel yourself slip, moaning weakly as you point to your knee. “..hurts there.” The discolored bruising from all the times you caught yourself after being pushed by your childish peers. Poor girl. Cooing softly, he hooks his hands under your knees— making you lie flat on your back as he brings one to his mouth, kissing the skin tenderly before laving his tongue across.
You jolt, hand flying up to cover your mouth from what you don’t doubt to be a whorishly desperate moan as he does the same to your other knee before sucking hot kisses up your inner thighs. Defined jaw working hard while he slurps at the hypersensitive skin next to your drooling cunt.
Now, in his defense, Qin Shi really did plan on holding back it’s just… he’s always had a strong preference to you. It’s why he kept you so close. You were competent and funny and soothing— pretty too and he was more than content just keeping you around as he wasn’t sure a relationship would be suitable with a man since he was expected to produce heirs but now? He wants to keep you under him, full of him, dripping off him and whatever else.
Spreading your thighs even further, he takes his time kissing everywhere around your folds. You’re so sensitive the anticipation makes you restless, squirming as you switch between looking down at him and the sparkling ceiling. Looking up your soft stomach to the swells of your chest, Qin Shi wonders how the hell he could’ve missed it.
Your breathy sigh bursts into a sharp moan as he lets his tongue fall out, lapping a firm strip through your wet pussy lips. The muscle hot and greedy as it laps from your slippery hole up to your throbbing clit. Qin Shi groans deep in his chest at your taste, so gushy that each time he licks his palette is replaced by another wave of your honeyed slick as you cry for him.
Seriously, how the fuck could he have missed it?
Your keening voice makes his blood simmer, sharp and restless under his skin making him hungrier with each dulcet whine from your pretty mouth. The cute nub at the top of you pulses erratically and he spits on it, making you gasp at the depravity of it before he’s slurping it into his mouth— scorching tongue stroking hard beneath the hood and your skin just about vibrates off your skeleton. White bursts behind your eyes, raw pleasure making them roll back into your skull, hips bucking wildly while you scream.
Fuck.
His cock throbs in response to you, hooking his beefy arms around your thighs to still you. The sounds of him sucking you off are obscene at this point— wet and messy as he hums; popping off your overworked clit to fuck you with his tongue.
Your chest caves from how hard you gasp, hands shooting down to pull at the wet strands of his hair, struggling with everything in you not to break under the spine tingling pleasure.
He’s in his own little world as he drinks in your pussy like it really was the last thing he would taste, curling the thick muscle against your walls— mouth suctioned over the entirety of your cunt as his tongue puts you through hell with every delicious ‘schlick’.
“O-Oh god-!”
Mmm, he’s preening at that. You’re so sweet, calling out to him— your god. Hiccuping wails turn into bleating sobs as you undulate your hips into his face, big hands sliding underneath your ass to help you fuck yourself on his mouth.
The air is heavy not just from the steam but the suffocating heat of your shared desperation. Your sweetness making him a little insane as he curves his thrusting tongue towards your bellybutton, slick thumb coming up to roll your clit in mean, thorough circles…
You go slack, head and body dropping against the ground as you cum violently.
Qin Shi moans at the first spurt of cream from your cunt, doubling down to pull you through every debilitating wave of ecstasy; slurping filthily as your release floods his mouth— coating his lips and tastebuds.
When he finally decides to pulls his mouth off you, you’re boneless. Staring listlessly up at the ceiling as you try to catch your breath through the cotton filling your ears.
You never came that hard in your life— not even from your own hand and maybe that’s a good thing because you’re positive you pulled something. Qin Shi kisses up your body, burying his face in your neck as he sucks his marks onto your skin; sharp canines tracing the area before he’s licking up your jawline. Ravenous and primal which is exactly how he kisses you.
His mouth is wicked as your tastes mix together. You’re warm, and so soft. The plush skin of your lips impossibly tender under his mouth and he growls, forcing himself to pull away before he really loses it.
The sound your lips make when they part is luscious and full, stirring heavily at that ignited something in his core but gods the way you look at him… rushing back to your mouth is all he can do— sucking your bottom lip between his and you make that needy little noise dragging his most primal instincts to the surface.
Groaning raw with the promise to ruin you, he coaxes your head to the side so he can kiss you deeper, taste you deeper.
Even though he already did but he needs more.
He can’t get on top of you fast enough.
Deliriously he swears that he must be drunk, must be high— moving his head to the rhythm of your languidly deepening kisses like a man hypnotized. But stars above, he can’t stop, he just can’t. The air is so hot as your kisses grow thick and sticky and so goddamn needy. The rise and fall of your chests quickens as your lips become wetter and raw. Your fingers tighten in his hair, triggering a hail of shivers along his neck. There’s no time to choke his soft groan and so you take it for yourself with hot suck to the corner of his mouth.
Hissing, Qin Shi presses the contours of his beefy muscles flush against you, feeling your softness yield to his hardness as he chases your tongue with his own. A hungry hand squeezes at your ass, making you squeal in delight. He can taste you even better now, savoring the sweetness on your tongue.
You absolutely overwhelm his system with your nails against his scalp, your other hand grabbing and caressing all over him as you thoroughly enjoy his body— your own writhing one pressed to his. The enthusiasm you return with each simmering kiss is fucking him up in the best ways, your noises melting like candy in his mouth.
So, when you slip your hand between your bodies, taking his girthy length in your hand as you position it at your entrance— he doesn’t hesitate to thrust right in, pulling away so he can watch your face melt in pleasure.
He’s big. Dizzyingly so.
You go a bit brainless at the full stretch of him stuffed snug up your dripping pussy, brows drawing together as your jaw drops, a weak punched out moan escaping your lips; staring dead in his face. He cooes at you, at the dazed little look in your blown pupils— sliding out then thrusting back in with a wet slop. Setting a back arching pace.
“Feelin’ good, baby?”
You nod slowly, cunt tightening around him at the sound of his voice. It’s like you’re blissed out all over— moaning prettily as he starts to speed up now that he knows his size isn’t causing you any pain. The way he rolls his hips as he fucks into you has you feeling feverish from the inside out.
He doesn’t even need to actually try to hit those spots in you that make your toes point because he’s just that big. Fucking you so good and so full as the fat head of his cock smacks against your g spot in hot, leaky kisses.
The room fills with the lewd sound of your coupling and distantly you’re grateful for the fact that nights are specifically reserved for his private baths because if anyone were to walk by the door— the evidence would be damning. Jostling your body with every harsh thrust as he fucks you right out of your mind. You cry his name and his eyes roll back at the want in it, moaning down at you.
“Yesss”, he hisses around the concentrating heat curling in his gut while he rearranges yours, “Know it feels reeaaal good…so wet f’me, pretty..” and you were— dripping all over his balls every time he buried himself in your syrupy cunt.
Unable to take any more of your tits bouncing in his face, Qin Shi cups the fat of your chest, squeezing them together and bringing his head down as he sucks both your nipples into his mouth. Back arching, you wail, raking your nails down his incredibly built back but the sting only pushes him more; tongue swirling around the stiff peaks in his sloppy mouth before he bites down on the puffy nubs.
“N-nghh! Fuucck!”
The sound of him inside of you changes— sounding a little less wet and a lot more creamy. It makes his spine tingle, teething off your nipples to look down.
White rings cling to his cock with every deep slam into your pussy and the sight knocks the air out of his chest as he’s abruptly flung closer to orgasm. He can’t cum though because he needs you to cum first. His pretty, clever girl.
Drooling, you’re totally useless to the way he folds you, hands sliding down his back to grab his ass while he’s railing you stupid with how the angle puts him even deeper.
Ruthlessly fucking you through the stretch with everything he’s got, he brings a hand down to strum your twitching clit until that burning chasm in your stomach sucks you in crushing you in the pressure and intensity of your brutal orgasm.
So overstimulated, you sob through it and that combined with the way your wet cunt sucks his cock— hurtles Qin Shi off to his end as he flounders to hold onto something to ground himself in the storm of euphoria. Blindly, his hand clamps around your windpipe in a tight grip.
Choking, your pussy gets even tighter from the sudden cut of airflow, sharp arousal prolonging your high as you get fucked through both your orgasms. Grappling at his thick arm, you squirm— trying to fight the pressure that’s right there but one last hump to your clit as he empties himself in you and you erupt.
Liquid bliss jets out against his lower abs with surprising force as you cum until you black out, jaw going slack as your eyes roll back, tears streaming down your face.
“Thaaat’s it, sweetness… lemme have it..”
Groaning throatily, he watches the erotic display lodged deep in your overstuffed pussy, rolling against you until the stream eventually stops.
Kissing softly at your cheeks, he cradles your unconscious body gently as he slowly slips out of you.
Taking a deep breath, he tries to settle his heart from all the adrenaline pumping while he busies himself by guiding you back in the water, laying your back to his chest, your lower half floating in the water as he wades you both through the large space.
He hasn’t felt this good in a while. Relaxed and tingling, he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, tightening his arm around you, mind full of all the precautions you two would now have to take. You didn’t want anyone else to know you’re a woman and he’s more than okay with respecting your wishes. Also, he knows he’ll have to at least try to treat you the same for appearance’s sake but he already sees the list of rules you two are bound to stay breaking.
Eventually, consciousness returns to you in a dawn of lights. Blinking blearily, you feel lips press into your cheek and you snuggle deeper against the firm body holding yours in the heated water with a pleased sigh.
Qin Shi smiles at your contentedness, leaning down to kiss you again because he can’t help himself.
“How do you feel? Sore at all?”
His worry is sweet. You don’t hurt anywhere right now but you’ll definitely feel it in the morning, more than anything though you’re tired. Being put through the floor will do that to a girl.
Smiling softly, you shake your head, closing your eyes as you let him shift you through the water. You’re almost too relaxed— suddenly remembering something and your eyes pop open, gasping as you grasp his biceps.
“I need to get back to my room! I’ll be late for roll call in the morn—“, your panic is cut off by the face lovingly nosing up your throat.
“Nonsense. You’re staying with me tonight”, he whispers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
You’d argue, really— it’s just you’re so tired and it’s such bliss finally being in the arms of someone that you’ve had your eye on that you find yourself shrugging.
Tilting your head back onto his broad shoulders, you give into his distracting kisses with a breathy hum.
“I guess I can, if you say it’s fine…”
“Mhmm”, he hums, audibly occupied by the luscious feel of you and you whine for his more focused attention.
“You— ah! You just can’t keep me up all night, okay?” Since you still had duties to attend to in the morning and all day after which he should know considering half of those duties involved him.
But it seems luck won’t stay on your side when he cups your chest, rolling your nipples with a hot lick up your ear.
Thinking about subby cloud who lets you do anything to him. No matter how filthy it is. Only whining in protest.
Ontop of him. Body’s molding,clothes still on. Blonde locs stuck to his forehead as you rubbed yourself against his painful hard on. Not giving him fully what he wanted.
Your hands everywhere. One on his chest and another sliding up his shirt. Lips working on his pretty pale neck leaving bright hickeys.
His pretty mako eyes squeezing shut as he tried holding in a small sound. Hips involuntarily bucking into yours.
“Please…” he begged you opening his slightly watery eyes. Not even knowing what he was begging for.
“What do you want cloud?” You said as you pulled back looking at him. Playing coy.
“You know what…” he softly grumbled ever so slightly stubborn. As always. But you only grinned palming his crotch making him grunt.
“Here?” You asked undoing his zipper letting his length spring free.
“Y-yes….” He said already panting. His head rolling back as you grasped his cock in your hand. Tip leaking,flushed angry and red as it jumped in your hand.
Cloud whined as you gave him agonizingly slow strokes. your fingers lifting jerking him off with only your thumb and pointer. And it made his head spin.
“Faster..” he begged. You only cooed at him keeping that same slow pace.
“Relax..we have allllll the time we need” you smiled.
imagining a touchstarved cloud who's entered a relationship, but doesn't know how to communicate what he wants from you, what he needs from you.
he does try, he hints and tries to make you understand his needs, but he simply can't do it, he's not used to it.
he doesn't know how to tell you that he wants to be selfish, that he wants you to touch and love him.
once you finally caught onto his silent plea you confided in him and offered to give him a hand. he cancelled his plans and cleared his schedule which lead to the two of you in his room, his back pressed against your chest as your hand slowly jerks him off.
his head lolls back, resting on your shoulders as your slick hands slowly stroke up and down his throbbing cock. he groans and twitches, shirt between his teeth as his eyes flutter shut.
his fingers grip onto your thighs, the sounds of his wet clock slipping through your palms sinful. he arches his back whilst eyebrows furrow at the feeling of your lips pressing against his ear.
"look at you..fuck."
he lets a small whine leave his plush lips, pink and raw from biting it whilst your other hand trickles down to the leaking tip of his dick.
your hands swirl around the tip, fisting over the top before dragging down. you coo in his ear, your spare hand trailing down his chest and under his shirt, your thumb finding and rubbing against his pert nipple which evokes a groan out of his mouth.
"you're such a good boy hm."
he writhes, cock twitching in your hand as he ruts his cock against your hand, eyes shut tight as he chases his high. his hand grips your thigh again at the feeling of his core tightening up.
your hand leaves his chest, cupping his balls as you jerk him off quicker, your lips kissing down his neck as he loses himself at the feeling of your wet hands.
his hips move faster, the curses leaving his mouth getting faster and faster, climbing octaves before his body shudders. he cums into your hand, his thick cum dripping off his cock and onto his stomach as he struggles to catch his breath.
his breath hitches, hair stuck to his forehead as he babbles out,
"'m gonna cum c 'm gonna fucking cum baby—"
he looks down at your hand, face flushed as he lets out a quiet "fuck" before throwing his head back against your shoulder.
hiss cock twitches up brushing against his stomach, his eyes flutter open as your palm brushes past his tip, where a small flow of precum dribbles out.
im genuinely so freaked and geeked out over lohen these past few weeks ever since he came out as an npc and he's finally gonna be playable soon... i have so much shit that im thinking about when it comes to him that its not even funny anymore
i bet lohen's into getting tied up and used by you like some pathetic, whiny bottom you think he is until he skillfully undoes the (very pathetic) knots you created. he's practically pounced on you already by the time he undid the last knot, pinning you down with some huge, sadistic grin on his face and maybe even grabbing his blade from who knows where to slowly tease you and make you squirm. i mean, hey, maybe lohen even fucks you hard with its handle, only to coo mockingly at you and call you pathetic.
"aww, look who's crying now. naughty, naughty little bunny. go on, cum on my blade like the dirty little animal you are." you bit down on his shoulder hard to muffle a moan and he let out a hiss followed by a small groan. god he was so fucking hot, all messed up with that slightly crazed expression on his face. "hngh... a-are you done yet...?" you whined, hearing his signature slightly crazy laughter.
"done? oh, we've barely gotten started."
oh, you can't take it anymore? don't worry, he'll overstim you until you cry for mercy. and even then, he wont stop until he's really got you spent.
Primal play with Toby, you're hiding in a closet as he looks around the house for you. You hear his shoes heavy against the floorboards, he's softly calling out to you, to show yourself. "Honeyy... I-if you come o-out I'll be gentle..." You knew damn well that was a lie, the second he found you he'd be manhandling you into whatever position he wanted. You hear him walk into another room, and you quietly push the closet door open and full on sprint to the back door. You're jiggling the handle, making a lot of noise, the doors locked. Then you hear footsteps, heavy and coming straight for you. "F-found youuu!!" He cooed as he entered the kitchen. You braced yourself just in time as his arms wrapped around you, picking you up bridal style so he could take you to the living room. He tossed you on the couch, his hands feeling you up instantly. You moaned as his fingers brushes over your breasts, that hot him excited. He impatiently tore your clothes off, your favorite shirt being torn to shreds so he could worship your boobs. "took a w-while to find y-you.. t-time for my well deserved reward."
Tamsy is unforgiving, especially in bed. He convinces himself that he wouldnt want you to act like a brat around him, but deep inside is a gnawing feeling that he wants to make you regret all those actions. He’s a natural born brat tamer, wouldnt it be obvious? He lets you purposely lose yourself in public, and once he finally has you behind closed doors? He’ll make you regret those attitudes of yours.
petition to have Lohen overstim himself masturbating to the thought of you, smiling all dazed and feral, tears rolling down his cheeks, imagining himself as your submissive power bottom as he whimpers and whines pathetically over fucking himself stupid ramming into your cunt. maybe hes panting and begging and rambling mindlessly about the filthy things he wants you to do to him, all while shaking and covered in his own cum, yanking at his choker like a collar to restrict his airflow
Striding down the hall with an irritated expression Tamsy followed the sound of blaring rock music. You’d been with August all day assisting with a new supporter mock up he wanted to work on. That in itself was already irritating. If there’s one thing Tamsy can’t stand it’s the other loud blond’s insistence on monopolizing your time. Tamsy had requested this day off specifically to bask in your undivided attention so naturally he’s going to give the stylist a piece of his mind.
When he barges into the workshop however, the last thing he expected was for you to be splayed out on the workbench. August was working his hand in between your legs with fast and erratic movements. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your breaths are coming out labored, high pitched moans keep coming in between. The excitable man also has your shirt pulled up so your chest is fully exposed. Tamsy can see a mosaic of kiss marks littering your pretty skin which only serves to tick him off more.
Turning off the nearby radio and closing the door with a loud slam he watches the two of you startle. When your teary eyes shift to him at the door you offer a weak waive, clearly exhausted. August cuts in with his loud speaking voice. “Sup Tam-Tam! You came just in time! I was just testing how much sweat resistance this fabric has!” August grins in the other man’s direction, oblivious or uncaring of his sour mood. He watches August pull his fingers from you, making you whine as your building orgasm fizzles. Your back slumps against the sweat slick metal as you try to catch your breath. August has been at it for the better half of three hours, making you cum several times and all just to see how well the fabric whisks away sweat and other fluids.
“You’ve been hogging them, August.” Tamsy crosses his arms as he comes to the other’s side. The other man just grins like he usually would when finding something extremely entertaining.
“Oh yeah?! What are ya gonna do about it?!” His smug tone and daring eyes only dug his hole dealer with the more serious man. Tamsy was quick in his reaction, more than happy to put August in his place.
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“You just don’t know when to shut up do you?” Tamsy’s voice was low, authoritative. August could only whine and make intelligible noises around the thread ball in his mouth. After August got too bold in his teasing, Tamsy had no choice but to use Tokushin to keep him quiet. He also restricted August arms behind his back as well as using threads to secure his thighs flush with the workbench. He stood against it naked and hard, while you were strung up to the ceiling to keep you restrained but still movable. This allowed Tamsy to control your swaying and drive the energetic stylist absolutely nuts by bouncing you back and forth on his cock.
Each slow rock causing August to whine and groan because, while it felt good, he so desperately wanted to move and fuck you like he usually would. At his own rabbit-like pace. Unfortunately for him Tamsy was enjoying torturing him far too much.
“If you want something…” Tamsy whispers close to the other man’s ear. “You should really speak up.” August glared over his shoulder at the scarred man’s smug face. Straining against the threads only served to tighten them more. Tamsy laughed at his misfortune while curling his fingers around the threads securing you. He pulls at them harshly making your hips slam into the other man’s abruptly. You moan out at the quicker intrusion before sighing out Tamsy’s name, begging him to go easy on you.
“Sorry baby, maybe if August was being good you’d be getting fucked properly by now.” His tone is still mocking as he leans his cheek into August’s shoulder. In turn August made more noises hoping to argue with Tamsy’s words but it wasn’t understandable which made him even more frustrated. Tamsy in response just swayed you back and forth slowly, like before. Each slap of your skin to August’s making you moan low as you focus on the feeling of each slow glide of his cock on your insides.
Tamsy is patient unlike the two of you. He’s hard but he can still last a while before he has to deal with it. Right now he’s just enjoying watching the two of you squirm under his control. Every moan and every slick sound of sex is savored, helping him build tension until he can’t take it.
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“Cmon! Put it in already! You’re gonna make them cry!” August is only half kidding, if you wait any longer to finally be able to cum again you might actually start bawling.
“I’m gonna put the gag back on.” Tamsy snaps.
“Ha!” Is all August replies with but he does himself a favor by leaving it at that. After Tamsy finally let him go so they could make you feel good together he wasn’t eager to be restrained again. The position has changed, you’re also unbound and are now being propped up by August while Tamsy traces your entrance with his tip.
When he finally slips in you sigh at the relief and slowly rock your hips down into his. He thankfully doesn’t keep a slow pace. His hips snap into yours eagerly, hands helping you keep up while August lets you rest your back against his chest. The ladder watches closely as Tamsy’s dick disappears into you. He’s biting his lip and fisting his own cock along with each thrust. He couldn’t cum from the slow pace from earlier but now that he’s in control of his own stimulation he’s coming up on that peak fast.
Leaning into your neck he nips at the skin and trails open mouthed kisses along the already marked skin. The younger man has always been the kind to leave marks, Tamsy too, it’s one thing they can always agree on. Your thought is proven correct then you feel Tamsy’s nails digging crescents into your hips. The small bit of pain makes you keen as you stumble closer to your release. “Tamsy, August I’m gonna cum.” You whine out as you struggle to keep your words steady between quick moans. “Please! I-I’m so close!” Your voice devolves into rapid pleas as you close in on your orgasm.
August is happy to give you just what you need and brings his hand down to play with you while Tamsy thrusts even faster. August can even tell that Tamsy is getting close by the expression on his face and the way his breathing comes in fast shallow huffs. Being the giver he is, he also decides to help Tamsy out too. Leaning over you he pulls the other man into a kiss, pushing his tongue into Tamsy’s mouth easily. The overwhelming feeling of you clenching around him and loudly cursing as you fall over the edge distracts the older man and makes him submit to August’s lead in the kiss. His hips stutter as he also finally managed to reach his high, groaning into the kiss.
August leans out of the kiss after and shuffles back, guiding you onto your back again. He starts fisting his cock faster and harder as he replays each moment from the session in his head. Each moan, each blissed out expression. All August can do is let out a choked out moan as he cums in long spurts onto your chest. He thrusts into his hand lazily as he milks the last of it, dripping a bit on your neck and face as he finally finishes. Taking a moment to catch his breath he uses his thumb to wipe his release from your cheek. With an airy giggle he presses his thumb to his tongue with a heated look in his eye before winking at you.
Tamsy huffs as he leans back himself, he’d love to rest against you but now that August made a mess he isn’t so inclined. “You’re actually the worst.” He huffs, pushing his long hair behind his ear with a pout. August just hums smugly at the other man.
“You came when I kissed you. Admit it, you actually liked it huh?” Tamsy is half tempted to string August up naked in the workshop and leave him overnight. Instead he just scoffs and turns his face away. Watching him you notice the tinge of red that creeps up on his neck and tips of his ears. You’d laugh at how cute he’s being if your mind wasn’t still in the clouds.
“Be nice August.” You whisper tiredly as you rest your cheek on the loud man’s thigh. August giggles but relents and starts playing with your hair instead. “Tamsy you wanna cuddle in your room after we clean up?” You ask with half lidded eyes. Tamsy blinks back at you, lips upturning just faintly. Leaning in he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. When he pulls away he sighs dramatically. “I suppose the both of you can sleep in my bed tonight.” He’s really not fooling either of you but you’re content to let him believe he is.
(I hope I captured the black and orange cat energy okay lol I was struggling a bit! I feel like as opposed to an established romantic dynamic between Tamsy and August this plays out as more rivals but trust I sprinkled in the pre poly relationship vibes)
A/n:i was brain storming ideas for a modern au so i came up with this mess while trying to cope if you know you know.
warnings:smut under the cut,afab!reader but no specific pronounce for the smut part
A/n,2: this is a mix of before and after the 6.6 update since i based it off of omega.also if this does well i might do more.
Minors do not interact
Even though Dottore works at a high paying job at a private clinic and being the head doctor there.You would expect him to have his own place to live like a grand gothic manor or some cottage with a hidden lab underneath it but no he lived in a normal appartment complex,spending his days by eating insta meals and drinking cups coffee while the whole place looked like an organized mess only he could navigate.He lived there for years,never having an issue with any of his past neighbour.He minded his business and they minded their's.Up until you showed up.
A young soul full of energy who decided to rent the apartment next to him.That's when all went down hill from there.You with your loud music and abnoxious parties that went all the way until the early morning.Keeping him awake through the whole night.Zandik already has insomnia barely getting 3 hours of sleep each day and having to live off of coffee to get him through the day and with the loud music it doesnt make it any better.
Not when the walls of his appartment tremored along with each beat of the music.He has scowld you before well it was more of a threat when he showed up at the door step of your apartment in the middle of the night.Even though he looked like a tired old man at the rapid age of 35,his red eyes stared into your very soul,making a chill run down your spine that kept you from partying for atleast a couple of days before the cycle continued.
Zandik is a very private person who values his privacy greately,you will barely be able to learn anything about how he feels or what hes doing in his life.So when you approached him trying to make some small talk like a good next door neighbour,he will straight up dismiss you with a simple word or if you keep presisting he will say something that will probably creep out the average person just to get you off his back.it will go something along the lines of ''today i replaced a patient's lungs''
This went on for months when all of a sudden there was no more loud music and parties,nothing only peace and quiet and you no where to be found.At first he didnt put too my energy to it,making jokes that maybe all the alcohol and drugs finally caught up to you.At the very least you were gone and he was glad to have his silence back.
one day though when he was returning after a late night shift.He found you crying outside your apartment,face hidden inside your palms unaware of the world around you.You havent noticed him yet and only doing so when you heard the clicking of his shoes.He marched closer to you and stopped right infront of you.His tall figure hidding the city lights,making you wipe your tears and act normal.
''locked yourself out of your own appartment? then again i did not expecting anything better from you''his tone is flat yet has a slight condecending edge to it,underminding your intelligence as he passed by you to reach his door.
''no i got evicted....today was the last day of the deadline to find a new place''your voice still quivering from all the crying you did,not seconds earlier.looking up at him defeated and putting on your best puppy dog eyes to convice him to be your saviour at least for tonight.Until you realize for someone who was a doctor he looked like he missed the prime component of what it takes to be one,empathy.He looked like you were nothing,his nose held up high as if he was a god amongst mortals,sure you did piss him off but never actually did anything bad to him to be treated so poorly.
''sooner or later it was going to happen.i do not know why you are so surprised.i did warn you out of the kindness of my own heart but you did not listen,did you?''he dismissed your predicament with simple words and move to enter his appartment.Taking the keys from his pocket and unlocking the door.His back was turned at you,leaving you to your own choices on how you were going to get out of this.
''Come in do not waste my time with anymore of your melodramatics''his voice snapping you back to reality,he stepped to the side,allowing you to enter his appartment.You waste no time running inside even if the man was surrounded by red flags,your desperation for survival got the best of you and ignored them.
''i am only letting you in because i do not want to see your organs in my clinic in the morning''he closed the door behind you and move to set the bag of groceries on the kitchen counter.
As soon as you stepped your foot inside,the strong smell of sanitizer hit your nostrils.His whole appartment smelled like your were in a hospital instead of a complex.
What followed was an hour long conversation between you and Zandik who set up some rules for the time being,you had to earn your stay to keep you in his house.The rules were simple while he was gone,you will be taking care of the appartment,that included cleaning and making all the meals.That also meant no more parties or loud music.if you wanted to listen to music there were only classical songs.He even made what seemed to be a small book for you to follow,describing everyday with its own unique routine to be performed including special days during the week.
Simple right? well not when it comes to Dottore.He wants everything to be at a specific places and angles.Everything in his appartment needs to be squicky clean to the point where it shines and most importantly he never wants you to touch his medical journals no matter where they were placed.
The only time you were allowed to touch them to some extend were when his coworkers came to pick them up,who they uncanningly looked exactly like him but in different stages of his life.You never dared to question him about them and prefered to mind your business even if your curiocity was killing you.
Even though you did what you were supposed to exactly as described ,he will always spot the imperfection,the mistakes that were made.Telling you with clinical presission where your errors in the process was but not without hearing an earful on ''how you could do it better next time'' accompanied by a threat of what will happen if your performance didnt meet his standards.
After he came back from work the first thing he checked were your cleaning skills.He will use two of his fingers and swiping them across surfices to check the dust volumes and have you clean the place again if he found any
His perfectionism about everything wasnt even the worst part of him.He will always use fancy words just to degrade your intelligence when you didnt know what they meant.
He grew to admire your courage for putting up with him and his constant demands towards you,no matter what challenge laid out for you.You were able to complete it.Because of this Zandik didnt expect you to stay with him for so long.He estimated that you would break within a week but then again you were probably holding on due to not having another place to stay.
He never failed to remind you that this arrangement was temporary until you were able to get on your feet again and stop leeching off of him but unfortunately for him,fate has a way of bringing people together and this arrangement he so much tried to ignore lasted for months.So much so that your presence started to grow on him,more than he wanted to admit.
He tried to remind himself the truth of the arrangement,that was only made out of convinience for the both of you but he increasingly grew more distructed in his every day life including his work.No matter how much he tried to push those thoughts away they always came back stronger.The image of you cooking and taking care of him.The way you looked at him waiting his approval with each bite of the meal he took.In truth he was afraid to admit that he didnt want to let you go.He wanted you to stay,he loved coming back to his home after a long tiring day and getting greeted by the smell of cooked food from his homeland.
Zandik only worsen from there when one day he came back exhausted his legs barely moving as he dragged himself inside.He plopped himself besides you on the couch and before he knew it he dozed off,his head falling on your shoulder.
Instictively you wrapped your arms around his frame and pulled him closer to you,your arms cradling his head against your chest.His own arms wrapped around your waist.First time in his life where he slept peacefully and his sleep lasted more than 3 hours.
when he woke up,he tried to play it off as a lapse in his judgement and tried to reassure you that it will never happen again.Its true,it never happen again but not in the traditional sense.
Zandik always had a hard time expressing himself and his constant yearning to be close to you didnt help either.He made excuses just to stand close to you when you cooked,leaning against the counter or sitting down on the table behind you,observing your movement quietly.
The only way he expresses his interest towards someone is by talking about his day at his clinic and all the bizzare cases he had.Even if you dont understand half of the methodology and words he says,its always nice to hear him talk about his interests.
To his luck you also grew quite close to him.At first his constant criticism about everything even life itself pissed you off.Who does he think he is? but you had to hold your tongue or else you would end up in the streets.Though as time passed on you have grown accustomed to his presence in your own weird way.It would be a blunt lie if you said that Zandik wasnt an interesting man and the topics he brought to the table for you to discuss together just to test you,opening parts of yourself to him without even realizing it and enlightening you in his own way.
His thoughts continued to spiral until they turned lustful catching himself fantasizing about your body,your lips,your cunt,your breasts.He yet again tried to knock these thoughts off his head.Telling himself to focus on his work as it was more important.He was no mere beast to fall for such base desires but deep down he knew he was just a man no matter how much he denied himself and seeing that you didnt recoil away from his touch,only spurred him on.
Zandik was never someone who had the need to masturbate but as it was already established,your presence has changed many things in his life that included his sex drive.He never masturbated inside your shared appartment,knowing you were there and he could get caught really easily but sometimes in the late nights you could hear him rut in his pillow,thinking its you instead of the soft cushion.Instead he prefered to do it at the privacy of his office at his clinic.Especially if the two you exchange playful bordering to teasing banter before he left for work.
He has been caught staring at you multiple times but always passed it off as one of his usual observation he so called.You would expect him to be staring at you,especially during summer due to all the skimpy clothing but no he stares at you more when you were fully clothed.He was a man that prefered to paint the picture with his mind than having it served to him.
You have done your fair share of staring too.Mostly in his forearms and hands.You feel like a victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time every time he roles up the sleeves of his shirts,all thoughts seem to vanish from your head and your ear plug no longer hearing to his words.As for his hands,you couldnt stop staring when he gesture while he talked to you.It has been more than one time where you have fantasized about how those slender fingers of his would feel inside you.
His praises were most addicting.Lets not touch on his degradation and how efficient they were on making you put more effort on what you were doing.When you first started doing your assigned tasks,you didnt really care about getting praised or degraded by him.The only thing that mattered to you was to keep the roof over your head by any means but some of his praises started to work on you,each time you completed his task to his liking of course,you waited for the word.At this point with how observant he is,he might have noticed the effect he has on you.
One peticular rough day where he came back home after having his ''coworkers'' make it their mission to spend their whole day arguing instead of doing actual their work.His gaze immediatelly falling on you, who were sitting on your usual spot watching TV.His self control already thin as a string finally snapped.
It was a blur on how it happened,one minute he was at the door locking it and the other he had you spread open on his couch.His face buried in your cunt as his tongue worked wonders on you.
Zandik's arms wrapped around your thighs,keeping them wide open for him to feast upon you to his heart content.Long gone was the stoic man you knew now replaced by someone who was completely pleasure hungry
Your hands gripping on the couch,holding on for dear life.Dragging your nails along the soft fabric.The background sound of the TV covered the wet noises that his tongue and your cunt were producing but it was not loud enough to completely cover your loud cries of pleasure that echoed through the whole appartment.You couldnt believe the man who supposedly hated your guts and wanted to kick you out of his home the first chance he got is the very same person who is eating you out right now.
Every one of your moans started to grow louder than the last one with each broad stroke of his tongue as it moved up and down along your labia.His long crooked nose hit your clit each time and sending jolts of pleasure down your spine.Your hips backing against his face.His name spilling like a prayer from your lips,you didnt care about formalities anymore it was too late for that now,not when his face was buried between your thighs and ate you like you were his last meal.
You look down and lock eyes with him.Those ruby calculating eyes were stripped off of their usual element and got replaced with pure lust,lost in the taste of you on his tongue.The man is a doctor and he knew how to use this advantage on biology very well,pressing all the right buttons that made you squirm under him and coaxing sounds out of your throat you didnt even know you could make.You were already grinding your cunt against his face and he hasnt even touched your clit yet.
He licked his way up from your hole to your clit,sucking on your folds here and there along the way.Now solely focusing on it,he flicked and swirled his tongue on the sensitive bud.Those soft lips of his,wrapping around and sucking on it gently.He unwraps one of his arms from your thigh,letting his hand trail down the soft skin of your inner thigh with feather light touch,trying to build the anticipation.The touch was simple and yet it made your stomach flutter.His hand continued its slow descend and finally reaching your cunt.
Zandik run his middle finger along your slit,coating it with your juices.He stopped right before your hole,pressing the tip of his finger gently,just enough to see if you were ready for him to push it inside you.Your body though had other plans,accepting it without too much protest.It was a natural reaction,your velvet walls trying to instictively pull him deeper and deeper.
He starts to pump the single digit in and out of you at a slow pace.Your fingers gripping onto the plush couch tighter until they turned white.The combination of him sucking your clit non stop and the tip of his finger getting angled in such way where it brushed your g-spot each time he thrusted his finger,made you squirm uncontrollably,he was way too good from any lovers you had in the past and Zandik surpassing them by miles.
Your mind going blank and your body becoming a slave to the pleasure he was giving you.The movement of your hips hand no thought behind it,your body naturally chasing after the need to release.This became the perfect opportunity for him to enter his middle finger inside of you.He picked up the pace of his fingers into a franctic one.Your back arching when he scissored his fingers inside you.The movement of your hips matching the same speed of which he finger fucked you.
The knot in your stomach that has been long forming is ready to snap at any moment giving you what you are chasing after.It didnt took long and after a few pumps of his fingers,a loud cry signaled your climax.Your body shook violently when the knot snapped,your hips lifting before slumping back down when your climax washed over you whole.
He gentled his his touch just a bit to help you come down from such extreme release,your walls twitching from being overstimulated.eventually he pulled his fingers from inside you and his mouth let go of your clit with a loud pop.
He gets up from his position,reaching for some paper towels to wipe his chin and fingers that was stained by your juices.The gesture was casual as if he didnt gave you a mind shattering orgasm minutes ago and leaving you incapacitated as you try to recollect your thoughts of what just transpired.Zandik fixed up his clothes making himself presentable again,letting you all alone to dress back up while he went to the kitchen that was connected to the living room to make some tea and coffee for you and himself.He gave you a day off from your task as eating you out wasnt the only thing he had on his mind.
The Lohen fanbase is certainly unquenchable… within a day I already had so many requests for reader to peg him. So here I am to serve.
Kind of hard to see him as a sub though, so even if he’s technically receiving, he retains his crazy/freakish nature. And he’s in it for the pain, for the most part. I’d totally write dom Lohen, but I don’t have any ideas for it rn so I’d need suggestions.
Warnings for smut, slight violence, stalking reader has a strap
~4400 words
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It’s been a week since Lohen’s encounter with you in Dragonspine.
He thought about it constantly, even while he was training the members of his company. He tried distracting himself by fighting hilichurls and ruin guards, but nothing worked. No one had ever made him feel like that before; he’d never gotten pent up in a romantic sense.
The only time Lohen had been, well, hard, aside from random occurrences, was when he was fighting someone. But now, this Fatui captain had stirred up something inside him that he had never experienced — the same adrenaline and danger that he loved in a fight, but now in a romantic way. He crossed his legs even thinking about it.
He knew that you were gone already. The way that he had seen you leave was through Liyue. As he stayed in Mondstadt, waiting to feel that same gripping feeling in his chest, Lohen realized that he needed to find you again.
Quill in hand, he scrawled his request for leave, brought it to Varka’s office, and slammed it on the Grand Master’s desk.
“I need some time off,” he demanded. “A week, maybe two. It’s my own personal mission.”
Varka took the piece of paper skeptically. “I’m surprised you’re even delivering this to me in person. Will you clarify why you’re leaving?”
“… tracking down a band of Fatui members. They passed by and I’d like to know what they’re doing… maybe rough ‘em up a bit if they deserve it.” It technically wasn’t a lie. Varka would be more likely to believe him if he was still acting as his bloodthirsty self.
“Don’t sour our truce with the Fatui,” Varka said. “Besides, who will train the Fifth Company while you’re gone?”
“You can find someone else. I wasn’t asking for the time off, I just needed to let you know because that’s what I got scolded for last time.”
“Lohen-“
He was already leaving the Grand Master’s office by the time Varka called out to him.
Lohen already had all of his supplies packed. The clueless Favonius guards at the Mondstadt gates waved goodbye to him, allowing his to leave the city. Trying to catch up with you proved extremely boring, because he had to skip fighting almost all monsters so he could save time.
The foliage slowly changed from a verdant green to a gold color, marking that he was in Liyue. There were several small villages, all seeming friendly and welcoming, but none that he stopped at.
He found himself trudging through the Guili Plains two days later when he saw the telltale Fatui coats up ahead. The one in the front was you.
His voice failed him. All of a sudden, he didn’t want to call out to you; not out of nervousness but out of a deep need to watch you.
Lohen’s hands pressed against the bark of the tree he was hiding behind, the yellow ginkgo leaves concealing him. Staying fifteen or twenty meters back seemed like enough that you wouldn’t notice him.
You were unaware of his presence, chatting with your comrades to pass the time. He found great delight in the fact that he had tracked you down.
For the entire day, he followed you. He stayed nearer and nearer as it turned to night. By now he could make out your conversation by the fire and the way the warmth lit up your face.
A memory of your time together flashed through his mind — the feeling of the knife pressed against his neck. He loved it.
Lohen didn’t understand exactly what he wanted either, because he had never felt this before, but he knew that you’d give it to him. You’d press him down like you did the first time and make a mess of him.
One of the Fatui recruits stamped out the fire, recapturing his attention. The Fatuus, six including you, all retreated to their respective tents except for one which remained on guard. If he could get past that guard and into your tent, maybe… maybe he could continue the moment you were having last week.
Once he was sure everyone in the tents was asleep, he threw a rock somewhere in the distance. The lone guard got up from the post to investigate the noise.
This is too easy, Lohen thought to himself.
Taking light steps, he snuck into the tent you entered before and smirked to himself when he saw you were dozing peacefully. He took a second to watch your chest rise and fall, and stare at your bandaged arm that he cut not long ago. On your left was your bag with all of your supplies.
As much as he wanted to, maybe it would be better to not wake you up. It would cause too much of a scene. He looked at your bag a second time, considering taking something to hold himself over.
“Sleep tight.” Lohen’s hand hovered over your hair as if he were about to pet it. Then, he rifled through your supplies.
Most of them were clothes. They all smelled like Snezhnaya, like you, as pine needles and mint. His hands clenched in the fabric possessively.
That was, until he heard the sounds of the guard returning. Lohen muttered a curse under his breath and took the first garment he got his hands on and slipped out of the enemy camp.
He settled far enough away from the camp that no one would find him during the night. He sat on his knees even if the dirt would make a mess of it. What he grabbed was a thin shirt, probably one that went under your Fatui coat. The stirring in his gut returned, the same feeling when he chased you down.
Well, he would say he’s gone crazy, but he’s been like that for quite a while.
As he held the shirt against his face, he took a deep breath of the fabric. It made him feel dizzy. Just that made him let out a noise into the cloth. “You’re really gonna do this to me…”
Lohen lowered the shirt so that it was squeezed between his thighs. He clenched them, the strange feeling spreading through his gut like poison. His hips bucked forward once, then over and over, falling into a rhythm. His mouth hung open, taking small, quick breaths with his tongue out.
He was in his own world, totally disconnected from the Fatui camp that wasn’t far. Hopefully the guard wouldn’t hear his panting and whines.
He leaned forward, hands buried between his legs like a pathetic rabbit in heat, letting his forehead rest in the dirt.
Your voice wafted to his ears as some sort of cruel hallucination. “Look at you, Lohen, so desperate for this. I bet you’ve never tried this before. Am I making you think dirty thoughts? Am I making you touch yourself?” It was more scornful than the you he knew but it made him force the shirt against his clothed crotch harder.
“Yes- yes you are,” he whispered against the dirt. Drool trailed past his lips and dotted the ground. “I couldn’t h-help myself.”
He imagined you laughing — laughing — at him because of his predicament. All the while, his pants were feeling so restrictive.
“You’re more needy than I thought. Why don’t you take care of yourself?” the fake-Y/N asked.
There was nothing stopping him. One of his hands trailed down and unzipped his pants, while the other kept a tight grip on your under shirt. There wasn’t much longer before he’d lose his grip.
“I really want to. Really, really… mmgh. I need the same feeling as before; I’ve never…” Lohen’s hand moved faster. If the Fatui on guard heard him and came to investigate, he wouldn’t be able to hide the arousal he was feeling.
“Ngh-!” He gritted his teeth to avoid being louder still. The feeling was addictive; foreign to him. Maybe this wasn’t really love, rather more of an obsession, but it made him feel drunk on it like the Dawn Winery’s finest drinks. He wanted the same experience as before, he wanted to struggle with you and see who would come out on top.
He squeezed the tip just to relish the pain that spiked up his body. Oh, how he wished it was you doing that. And when he tried imagining it as you, he could barely sit on his knees without falling over.
Archons above, he thought. Lohen always knew that he loved pain and injury in battle, but with his inexperience in this department, he had never considered the word masochist. He didn’t feel any shame in admitting it, he just wanted to present it to you and… well, do with it what you would. You’d know the answer. You could ease this burning inside him.
All of the feelings became more and more overwhelming until his legs were twitching and he was burying his face in the ground. Thighs trembling, Lohen gave way with a muffled whine, his sticky hand slowing to a stop.
The ground was sticky with his release, and… the shirt was not in a state he could return it to you. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed. He never did care about what someone would say about his crazy behavior.
Lohen loosened his grip on the shirt and stared at it. A sick smile tugged at his lips.
He really, really needed you.
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Days passed. Lohen tailed the Fatuus through the rocky Liyue paths, traveling south day by day towards Liyue Harbor. You still hadn’t noticed him, though you had noticed how some of your clothes disappeared at random.
Your goal was to get to the Golden House. That was the Fatui’s bank in Liyue Harbor, a place that you had been a few times for missions and also had a few rooms for your comrades. You hadn’t had a real mattress to lay on since you left Snezhnaya, so you were eagerly awaiting that.
Some of the residents of Liyue Harbor looked suspicious of your group while you passed. Connections here were positive but fragile.
You reached the Golden House when the sun was highest in the sky. The lobby was fairly busy, with all sorts of Fatui milling about and attending to bank customers. A few turned their heads and nodded in acknowledgement, but most were busy on their own. A lantern acted as a chandelier, spreading warm light throughout the room. The faint scent of incense reached your nose.
The front desk had a spot available. You delivered some documents from your mission to the secretary there; it was a few documents from the Harbingers back in Snezhnaya. They looked grateful to see someone so high ranking and competent with the orders they were awaiting.
“There are some rooms with two beds for your comrades.” The lady attending you at the desk waved her hand at them. “There’s also a single bed room for captains such as yourself.”
You put in a “thank you” and returned to your soldiers, telling each of them the room they were assigned. They shuffled over to the stairs.
A hand suddenly tapped your shoulder and you spun around, expecting it to be someone at this post. But no. It was a familiar green-haired Favonius vice captain Lohen?! As much as he would’ve liked to, it seemed he had the common sense to not hold any of his numerous weapons at the ready… but this was still basically enemy territory for him.
“What the-“ you spluttered. You were instantly at the ready, covering his mouth because it looked like he would talk (which probably made things look much more suspicious to outsiders, but whatever).
Lohen followed along when you dragged him out of the Golden House and into the alley beside it, although he licked your hand to get back at you.
“What is wrong with you? Why are you showing your face here of all places?” You forced his shoulders against the wall, wiping your now saliva coated hand on his shirt. He grinned.
His eyes were dark with only a glimmer of magenta at the bottom. Your anger didn’t bother him in the slightest. “Because I can’t get you out of my mind. I can’t stop thinking about what happened in Dragonspine.” The scar on his neck — the one caused by you teasing him with his dagger — was still healing, and it brought back your memories much more vividly.
“So you followed me here, all the way to Liyue Harbor?” Your brows raised in understanding. “Wait, are you the reason why some of my things went missing? How long have you been…”
“I stayed in Mondstadt for a week after our encounter, but I knew you were headed south. Only then did I start to give chase, because I knew I’d only ever feel that way about you.”
Your riling him up had worked a little too well. Now, he had followed you across a country just to… what, experience that again?
“What do you want? I don’t have the time for this,” you said.
He grabbed your hand that was pinning his shoulder and held it between both of his, leaning his cheek into it. It would be sweet if you couldn’t feel the trembling of his fingers, the way he was barely holding himself back. “I want to do what we did before. I want to bite you and fight and draw your blood and get pinned down.”
How can he say all this with a straight face? Your mind raced. “I don’t feel like becoming prey again. Though it was fun once, I….”
“That’s not what I was looking to do,” Lohen interrupted, trying to pull you in by your waist. He relished the way he had to crane his neck back to look at you. “I’m interested in trying new things. Like training with the knights, I can’t only teach them one way to fight. I know so many different ways to kill someone and I try something new every time! So it’s not just one thing I want to do with you. I need to be good at all of it.”
“Then what are you interested in?”
“I want you to peg me,” he said calmly.
You spluttered so hard you almost started coughing. “I’m sorry, what? I either heard wrong or you have no clue what that means. You said you’ve never gotten turned on like that, right? So it’s probably a misund-“
“No. I said what I said, darling. Peg. Me.”
Lohen’s hand trailed along your side as if trying to visualize the skin underneath. How insatiable was he? You didn’t think he’d be the receiving type, but then again, he did quite enjoy having pain inflicted on him and then retaliating… And it wasn’t like you knew the way he touched himself when he was stalking; the full extent of his depravity.
“I’m still on my trip for work, you know that. I can’t just take a break and peg you.”
“Oh, sure you can!” Lohen beamed. “You already have a record of leaving your squadron just to tease me-“
You glanced around in paranoia even though no one was around, your voice hushed. He loved your reddening cheeks. “Don’t say that! I did not leave them on purpose, and being with you was just an… accidental thing…”
“I can’t believe you’d wound me with your words so harshly. Captain, I thought we were closer than that.” He leaned against your body, mixing your breaths and batting his eyelashes in a pathetic attempt to win you over.
“You really want it that bad, huh. I’m gonna have to leave you hanging because, unlike you apparently, I have work to do for my alliance.” Maybe if you weren’t on such a long mission, you’d entertain the thought. But the Fatui came first, that’s what you told yourself.
You stepped away from Lohen and the wall, breath caught in your throat. You hated that you wanted to try those things with him again.
“Okay. I’m off. And please, for the love of the Tsaritsa, don’t follow me again…”
He smiled when you flicked some of his hair strands. “I’m swooning.”
Don’t look at his face, you thought, going back into the Golden House with your head held up stiffly. Don’t look or I’ll want to try what he suggested.
So you didn’t.
That night, with your head lying back on the silken pillow, resting in a room that didn’t feel like home, you thought about that conversation. Those dead eyes, that knowing smile, the way his voice lilted playfully. Eventually you were able to shake off the thoughts and get some sleep. It was actually quite easy, since you hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in the past few weeks.
You were already asleep when a figure slid in through the window, pulling himself over the railing and landing on the ground with light feet. He kicked off his boots near the exit.
Lohen stared at you, his face only illumined by a small bedside lantern.
You were peacefully sleeping in loose nightclothes. “Well aren’t you just the cutest thing,” he mumbled. He said it loud enough so that you’d stir.
Upon opening your eyes, you scrambled back in alarm. A wave of fighting adrenaline hit you; nothing to blame but your Fatui training. “Wha… whaddya want?”
He twirled his dagger in his hand. “Didn’t we talk about it earlier? I’m stopping by for some time together. And besides, it’s not like I live in Liyue. I don’t have anywhere else to stay~”
Lohen grabbed your wrist, but in your panic, you were faster. You wrenched free and shoved him down on the mattress, pinning his dagger hand above his head.
“Whoa, how forward of you.” He grinned, arching his back in a little extra show of teasing. Seducing you would be easy.
“That’s not what I was trying to do, pervert.” You snatched the dagger from his hand. It came easily enough that you guessed he was letting you.
Lohen wrapped his legs around your midsection and used it as a way to flip you both over. His hand covered yours on the dagger.
The metal grew cold so quickly that it made you gasp, frost spreading on your fingertips. You forgot that he was a Cryo user. In a panic, you flung the dagger across the room so that neither of you could use it — you couldn’t cut him up, but Lohen also couldn’t infuse the weapon with elemental energy.
“Scared of my Vision, hm? Guess we’ll have to fight without weapons.”
The two of you struggled on the bed, making a mess of the sheets. Lohen’s face was flushed with the effort. He took pleasure every time you grabbed him with your nails dug in. “Mmmgh, yeah, harder,” Lohen moaned theatrically. “Use your nails.”
He always meant to lose, though. To see what you’d do when you caught him slinking into your room at night, that’s what turned him on.
You finally managed to subdue Lohen by pressing your knee on his sternum, close to his windpipe.
“What do you have on you,” you muttered to yourself, reaching for his gear to find any hidden weapons or traps.
Then you froze.
“You really weren’t kidding.”
Eyebrows raised, you took the strap out of one of his bags. He had actually meant it when he said he wanted you to peg him.
Lohen squirmed in your grasp, already feeling himself grow much harder. “Why… why else would I say I wanted that?”
“To mess with me, I don’t know. Seems that me teasing you in Dragonspine revealed what a freak you are.” You unbuttoned the top few buttons on his shirt.
He didn’t really look embarrassed; you had never seen him with any sense of shame. But he did throw you off him and move away from the bed to get some sort of control back. “I’ve always been a freak. I just am learning new ways to be one, courtesy of yours truly.”
You followed him across the room until his back hit the wall.
He did shudder when your hand reached for the front of his pants. A quiet sigh left his lips when it was open — the restrictive fabric was driving him crazy. Your light nightclothes were easy to move out of the way for you to put on the strap and do all the needed prep.
You pressed Lohen more harshly against the wall, lifting up his legs around your waist so that you could get close enough. Lohen gritted his teeth when his now exposed length was squished between your stomachs.
“Hah… don’t be gentle at all.”
“Really think you can handle that much on your first try?” you taunted.
“Pff. You know I can.” Lohen’s hand rested on your shoulder, tensing when the strap pushed in for the first time, and the other (at least tried) to undo the rest of his shirt.
You pulled his uniform off for him without care, all the while slowly pushing inward. His breath went shaky.
“Is it affecting it more than you thought? Do you enjoy the pain?” you asked. Your hand went to his member, which was still being pressed between the two of you. It was slick with his arousal already, though you hadn’t done much yet.
The pace of each thrust was quick; you felt a sharp sting in your shoulder as you sped up. Lohen’s teeth were embedded in it. He made your skin his own personal canvas, biting harder the further you went in.
“Hahh-“ He breathed heavily as his tailbone hit the wall harder. He seemed extremely excited by all this, probably wanting to go until he collapsed from exhaustion. “That’s it, keep going keep going keep going…”
Blood beaded up on your shoulder, which Lohen licked up. He moaned at the coppery taste.
“What a freak… don’t suck me dry. Are you sure you can handle all this though?” You pulled out just enough to ram him into the wall again, drawing a whine from him.
His nails dug into your back, using your shoulder blades as a way to keep himself anchored in place. “I am. Hu… hurt me; it’ll feel good.”
Now that he was holding onto you, you pulled out and carried him over to the bed, dropping him unceremoniously. He landed on his messy stomach with a sigh.
You climbed over him and gripped one of his thighs from behind, digging in your nails the same way he did.
“Y/N, nghh-“
The only thing he could see of you now was your shadow on the sheets.
Lohen rolled onto his back in an attempt to face you. He never liked facing away from his opponents, especially now that you had the upper hand.
You steadied yourself with one hand beside his head. Lohen was a mess, but he honestly looked the same as he did when you were in the midst of battle in Dragonspine — pupils blown out, hair slicked to his forehead. And you still wanted to mess with him the same way as before.
He cut off his voice to avoid making an embarrassing noise while you grabbed his length. Your hand pumped up and down, too quickly for just starting off. At the same time you lined up the strap with him and started moving.
“Should I tie you up too? I bet you’ll look pretty like that,” you commented, voice breathy from the effort.
Lohen shook his head quickly, a competitive nature flaring up in him. Being so vulnerable already, he didn’t want to just let you take it further.
“But I thought I remember there being a rope in your bag!” You reached for the supplies he had in his belt.
Lohen squirmed across the sheets, trying to pull himself out from under you. “Haha, don’t you dare-“ He grabbed your wrist. But his voice cut off immediately, getting stuck with his jaw dropped in ecstasy when you slammed your hips against him. His hands dropped to the bed — perfect position for binding them now.
Any time he tried to keep you from tying his wrists together, you set the pace faster to keep him busy. He couldn’t control his facial expressions so his mouth remained ajar.
You pulled the rope into a knot, not tight enough to hurt him but secure enough to keep the freak in place. Lohen stared up at you while you eased the pace, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“How’s that feel?” One of your fingers ran along his v-line, making him move his hips.
The way he trembled just made him even more horny. “You little… hah… are you talking about my wrists or the fact that you’re still inside me? Because I’m sure… that you could go harder.”
“While I’m sure that you could, I’m not sure you could take that much on your first time.”
“Try me, Captain.”
Three minutes later, the overconfident Lohen was lying on his stomach with his face buried in the mattress, tears building up in the corners of his eyes. The sheets were between his teeth to try and hold back the whimpers unbefitting of someone of his status, but it didn’t do much for the drool soaking into it. He was a complete, shaking mess.
Once Lohen finally went limp from finishing so hard, you pulled out. He shuddered weakly. The strap was taken off and soon forgotten; you were still pent up.
“Who knew the Favonius’ fifth vice captain was such a princess?” you teased.
He sat up with great effort, making the arousal smeared on his stomach much more obvious. “I’m not a princess. Just give me a chance to take care of you and you’ll see.”
“You’re gonna help me out, then? I hear you’re great with aiming your crossbow, so I’m sure your hands are skilled.”
“Hmm… first, will you let me stay the night here?” His slender fingers hovered deceptively close to you.
You sighed, brushing a hand through his minty green hair. “Fine. But you have to be out by eight so that no one will see you here.”
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