Nameless Simp

she/her/they/them 20 years old I'm a fucking SIMP and I'm unashamed ab it

[chai-writes-stuff]

crimson [1/2] — lohen x reader, NSFW, twoshot

summary — at this point, you were starting to think that lohen was looking forward to your time of the month.

themes — established relationship, period sex, missionary, porn with super light plot, creampie and orgasms, they're in love your honor ♡

WC: 1.3k | ao3

At this point, you were starting to think that Lohen was looking forward to your time of the month.

“What do you want me to do this time?” he asked, grinning so hard that you knew he could barely contain himself. “Eat you out? Fuck you? Finger you? You tell me, Bun.”

“Uh,” you said, giving him a smile while your hand pressed to his chest. “You’re pretty excited.”

“Well, it’s not every day I get to see you bleed,” Lohen chirped. “You look so pretty when it’s all over you.”

An odd compliment, but a compliment nonetheless. Rubbing his chest, you let out a soft laugh.

“I don’t really care for how it looks,” you said, “but it does feel good. I’m cramping, so…it helps.”

“Which is exactly why we do this. Primarily to alleviate the pain and suffering of my fairest lady.”

He kissed your brow, making you giggle again.

“Primarily,” you echoed.

“Uh-huh. The blood and sex is just an afterthought. Promise.”

Those hands of his were already working at your hips. He grabbed your ass with a firm squeeze, and when you shifted somewhat, you felt a gush of wetness between your legs. It was a bit embarrassing, but in the back of your mind you knew that the more blood there was, the better a time Lohen would have. It was a symbiotic affair—your cramps were eased and Lohen’s bloodlust was fed. When it came down to it, you could both reap the benefits.

“What do you want me to do?” he murmured, his voice low and rumbling into your ear. With another groping, tight squeeze of your ass beneath his palms, pulling your body further into his, he purred, “Tell me, pretty girl.”

You closed your eyes, smiling.

“Let’s get in bed,” you whispered.

The way he giggled made your face flush with heat.

“Ah, yeah,” Lohen whispered, his hands stroking the curve of your hips. “Look at that, Bun. Look at you all over me.”

Amidst your soft, breathy gasps, you turned your eyes to your pelvis. Lohen’s hips smacked into yours, wet and squelching with each plunge of his thick member. With every meet of your skin to his, a crimson color splattered itself further across his pale skin, staining him red with you.

“So pretty,” Lohen murmured, his blush nearly as red as the blood on his stomach. “Do you like it?”

The way he grinned made you whimper. Your brows arched across your forehead as you desperately nodded, pressing your hand to your lower abdomen. Not only were your menstrual cramps now nonexistent, but the rub of Lohen inside of you was making you weak.

He laughed, giving you a firm squeeze. With his red eyes trained on yours, he purred, “You’re turning me into a fuckin’ masterpiece, Bun.”

“Lohen,” you whispered back, your nails scratching across the surface of your stomach. Forming a tight fists right above your pelvis, you said, “That feels so good.”

“Oh, yeah?” he said, matching the softness of your voice with a hushed whisper of his own. “Would it feel better if I went faster or slower?”

“Faster,” you answered instantly, your face blazing with heat. “Faster, please.”

“No need to say please, Princess. You know you can get whatever you want from me.”

When he thrust into your harder, his skin smacking against yours in hot, wet bursts, you let out a shocked gasp. Lohen grinned at you, and with pleasured tears budding in your eyes, you whimpered, “Kiss me.”

No please from you, and no delay from him. He all but lurched over you, his hot mouth coming down onto yours like he was your only chance of salvation. Like his kisses were the only source of sustenance that could appease you, like the movement of his tongue across yours was your panacea. You furled yourself around him, hooking your arms and legs against his warm skin, and felt a hot tear roll down your cheek. Something about Lohen’s love for you always managed to grab hold of your emotions in these heated moments, and remind you of just how lucky you were to have him.

Lohen breathed hard through his nose. The way he fucked into you, stopping curtly afterwards, told you all you needed to know. When his mouth parted from yours, long eyelashes parted to reveal the lower half of his smoldering crimson eyes. He stared after you like he was in a drunken daze, giving you short, deep, and separated thrusts. Within you, you felt him twitching.

“You feel that?” he whispered, blinking lazily. “You did that, Bun. That’s yours.”

“Oh,” you whimpered, your nails digging into his back. “Lohen, please keep talking to me like that.”

“You don’t have to say please.” He lifted his hands to your face, continuing the motion of his hips as he throbbed within you. “I already told you I’d do anything for you, yeah? Just tell me to do something, and I’ll fuckin’ do it for you, Bun.”

“O-okay,” you answered shakily. “T-talk to me, then.”

“I’ll talk to you all you want,” he murmured, soft and slow. “Tell you about how you’re such a good girl. So warm…” Plap. “And wet…” Plap. “And tight for me.”

“Oh, God,” you sputtered, feeling the instinctive twitch of your hips up into his. “Lohen, I’m gonna cum.”

“Well,” he laughed, “that’s kind of the point, Princess.”

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, blinking rapidly as tears streamed down your face. Strong contractions wracked through your core—stronger than you usually felt when you weren’t menstruating. You could hardly even speak properly when you felt so euphoric, but there was always one word you could repeat like a mantra.

“Lohen,” you breathed, high-pitched and strained. You tucked your legs around his hips, pulling him into you. “Lohen. I feel so good.”

“Mm, yeah?” he murmured against your chin. “Do I make you feel good?”

“Yes,” you gasped, clawing at him. “Yes, Lohen, you do. I love you.”

He chuckled, saying, “I love you too, Bun.”

The sounds you made when you arched your back and tried to fuck back into him made the strength of your orgasm all that stronger. Lohen gave your jaw a playful bite, his teeth rubbing along your skin before being replaced by his hot tongue. You reached for a fistful of his hair, pulling it, and whined, “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much more,” he murmured, his breath rumbling against your chin. “You’re always so good for me, pretty girl.”

“Ah,” you gasped, “fuck.”

“You always look so pretty when you cum.”

“Fuck,” you repeated, your fingers in his hair grasping hard. “Lohen, don’t stop.”

The way he giggled was perverse—one of your favorite sounds when you needed it most. As you rode the wave of one orgasm after the other, practically fucking yourself on his half-hard dick, Lohen said, “Feels a lot better when you’re on your period, huh?”

“Yeah,” you sputtered, blinking rapidly. “It really does.”

He giggled again. “Maybe ‘cause your body knows it’s safe. Gotta make you feel extra good when you know you won’t be having my babies, right?”

With a hot moan, you fell back against the mattress. Your hand slackened against Lohen’s head, and as hot breaths entered and exited your parted lips, you stared up at him. He looked down on you with a toothy grin, but that blush of his told you all you needed to know.

“I wanna have your babies,” you whispered.

His eyes widened, the smile on his face turning a touch wider. Laughing somewhat nervously, he murmured, “It sounds so hot when you say it.”

You cracked a smile back at him. His lips parted for his bright grin.

“Wanna keep going?” he murmured. “Maybe roleplay a little bit? Like we’re actually trying?”

Coyly, you stroked your fingers along the hair at the nape of his neck. Giving him a playful look, you nodded.

“How about we try a more appropriate position?”

a/n: wrote this a while back when i was on my period lol. i will be writing a second part to this, though i don't currently have plans for when that may be! anyway, if you liked what you read, please consider leaving a me a heart! (˶>⩊<˶) ♡ reblogs and comments appreciated! if you would like to be tagged whenever i post lohen x reader, please check my rules here! thank you! icymi! chai's last lohen post: spidey senses, lohen suggestive oneshot, spiderman au (280+ notes) masterlist

⊹ ˖ fellow authors, i do not mind if you are inspired by my works to write something similar, but please credit me if you are. these concepts mean a lot to me, so i would really like to be credited for any of my personal ideas that inspire you. thank you!

[erk198p]

clicker training with lohen anyone?!???!?!?! or have i flown too close to the sun

[dolliestvirgin]

list of genshin men (not all) that fell into two categories of porn content creator. 「drabble NSFW」

Alhaitam, Baizhu, Kaeya, Diluc, Zhongli, Venti, Gorou, Heizou, Kaedehara Kazuha, Wriothesley, Childe and Thoma are the type of OF creators who mostly preferred their face to be blurred or unseen. LIKE i can literally imagine it. They're those types who would make 'POV' spicy adult contents. Eating pussies from their perspective, penetrating your pussy or anal while showing their great goggly oggly body .. They knew what their audience target wants and what they themselves want. Also i think they would be one of those kind of creators who would be so much more pleased when they found out that their audience's target demographics were mostly women. They'd definitely be into things like reverse cowgirl, mating press, missionary, doggy or a standing-pose sex. Will definitely move the camera right to your face if you do things like Ahegao 😵‍💫

bonus (twt link, for reference): ♡

Cyno, Tighnari, Xiao, Lohen, Pantalone, Tartaglia, Capitano, Arataki Itto, Dottore, Neuvilette, Kamisato Ayato, and Scaramouche are a completely diff breed of nasty. They would be those type of OF content creators whose content is so dang morally corrupt that they would get BANNED from the porn platform and no i am not making shits up, i need you to stay with me. These types of genshin impact men would do content that would immediately listed as the most brutal, sadistic, hardcore, inhumane, and full-blown deranged, and ruthless BDSM the humanity has ever granted of. Im talking slapping, choking, free-use, gagging, spitting, roleplay shit — even cutting or period sex, piss, cnc, full blown dubcon (or worse) and all sorta stuff. Honestly? good luck if you're in a collaboration with them lmaoo

bonus (twt link, for reference): ♡

[starrunez]

hi~ i saw your requests are open so👉🏼👈🏼 if you’re interested in this idea maybe u could write Venti x fem reader; aka first meeting and Venti is a lil bit of a brat x perv and is OBSESSED with tits

if you’d be up to them actually having sec after i’d be delighted but anyways! thanks for hearing me out

Hi there~ quite sorry for the wait, time moves strangely in the spaces between fanfics. But the final door is open now. It's done and atlas, the constellations has realigned. The ink (figuratively) is dry. Anyways, this was a fun write, thank you for giving it a voice

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The wind in Mondstadt always borne a certain kind of… vagary. It whisked across the cobblestone streets, brushed the ever aging leaves of the great oak tree in the plaza, and frisked with the hems of skirts and capes. It was a playful wind, not to mention unbearably teasing at the wrong times.. and today atlas, it seemed particularly interested in you.

You were sitting on the edge of the fountain in the plaza, a book resting open on your lap, bare thighs receiving a pleasant burn against the heated stone of the wellspring. You were bracing the sentimental regard of the sun on your skin and the almost apologetically gentle current, flowing towards you, balancing the heat waves, keeping you from boiling over. It was a peaceful day . Until it wasn't.

A shadow fell over you, blocking the path of sunlight, You glance over, squinting, to see a sillouette in green leaning over you. He was small and slender, with a messy mop of teal hair and a smile that was far too bright and just a little bit wolfish. A lyre was slung over his back.

"Hello there, fair maiden!" he chirped, his voice light and musical. "Mind if I share this sunbeam with you? The view is simply exquisite from here."

Before you could answer, he plopped down on the fountain’s edge, close enough that you could smell the faint scent of apples and cider on his breath. He was close. Really close. His eyes, a breathtaking shade of sky blue, roamed your face before deliberately, pointedly, dropping to the neckline of your top.

His grin widened.

"What's a beautiful flower like you doing all alone in the city of freedom? Surely you're here to attend a grand performance, or perhaps a tryst with a dashing, handsome—" He paused, gesturing to himself with a flourish. "—bard?"

You closed your book, raising an eyebrow. "I was just reading."

"Reading?" He gasped, feigning a dramatic swoon. "On a day like this? The poetry of the world is meant to be lived, not read! Why, the breeze itself is composing a sonnet just for you."

He leaned in again, and you caught his gaze dropping. A small, impish smirk played on his lips. "A very profound sonnet, at that."

His name was Venti. You knew who he was, of course. You’ve heard the strum of his lyre matched the sound of the heavens, rumours spread quickly among the city, though the people of Mondstadt mostly knew him as the beloved, drunken bard. You hadn't expected him to be so… forward.

"And what sonnet is that?" you asked, playing along, a little intrigued by his audacity.

Venti hummed, tapping his chin. "It's a melody of round, soft hilltops. A perfect, alluring crest that promises comfort and warmth…" He put a hand over his heart, his expression a comical mix of reverence and mischief. "I fear I am but a humble bard, lost at sea in the gentle swells of your… bountiful presence."

You couldn't help but laugh, a little flustered. "You're terrible."

"Terribly in love, perhaps," he said, his grin turning even more mischievous. "Or, at the very least, terribly captivated." He wiggled his eyebrows. "It's a hard-knock life for a bard whose gaze is constantly drawn to such… magnificent inspiration."

He didn't even try to be subtle. He literally tilted his head to get a better look. He let out a long, dreamy sigh. "Ah, Mondstadt's true treasure. Not the dandelion wine, no. Not the thousand-year-old architecture. It's this. This perfect… piece of art."

"You're a pervert," you stated, but you were smiling.

"A devoted pervert," he corrected, pulling his lyre around. "Allow me to serenade your… unparalleled beauty." He strummed a chord. "My dearest friend, your gentle chest, grants weary souls a moment's rest…" he sang in a high, lilting voice. "From all their care and worldly strife, they long to rest there for a life!"

You swatted at him with your book, and he let out a bright, musical laugh, dodging the blow with surprising grace. "My muse is so violent! How it wounds my delicate artist's soul!"

"Your soul seems pretty robust," you retorted. "And your eyes are wandering."

"Can you blame them?" he asked, his voice dropping to a stage-whisper. "They are the bards of my heart, always seeking the most beautiful sights. A sunrise, a full moon, a… well, you get the picture."

He strummed another chord, a soft, slower melody this time, and his gaze softened for just a second. It wasn't the lecherous, playful look from before. It was almost reverent. "Truly," he said, his voice quiet, "you are a blessing to this world. A breath of fresh, sweet air in a city of constant wind."

Just as you were about to respond, he perked up again, the mischief back in full force. "Say, can I get a closer look? For artistic purposes, of course. A great artist must study his subject with the utmost intimacy."

He leaned in, his face inches from yours, his eyes wide and pleading. "Please? I promise I'll only be a little bit of a brat about it."

"Absolutely not," you laughed, pushing his forehead with one finger, keeping him at bay.

He pouted. "You're so mean to your biggest admirer! It's a travesty! A tragedy! A tale for the ages! The cruel mistress and the devoted, chest-obsessed bard!”

Despite his pouting, the wicked glint in his eyes, gives the look of someone who has already won at what they so long wished for.

Only then you realize the weight of his hands, bracing both of your shoulders.

Before you can rise and speak up, he tugs you up, with an almost suspiciously vast amount of ease. And guides you the back of the plaza, one half is hidden with a blanket of shadows the other is inches away from the broad sunset, shining over the public.

You look above the red, orange skies and surprise takes over you, how long have you been speaking for? And how long has he been staring… you grimace at the absurdity of it all.

You try opening once more, to tell him what? That this isn’t the right place to fuck? That you just met each other? But your quickly shut up by a smart mouth against your own.

“Ah- ! Venti! Are you crazy?!” You speak up in a hushed whisper, as this foolish freak of a bard, embraces you warmly, and quite shamelessly enjoying the soft pressure of your breasts squishing against his body.

“Shh, sweetheart. If anyone comes, I'll just serenade them until they wander off. They'll never even glance this way. “ he comforts you,all while peppering reverent kisses across your neck down to your cleavage, leaving marks that would either bruise or ache the morning after.

You can’t believe your letting him hold you, let alone that your letting those musically practiced hands of his slither beneath your dress and unclasp your bra with dangerously little difficulty. He’s nowhere and everywhere at once. He’s fondling with your overtly claimed breasts, and sliding his other hand across your body from your hair, lower and lower all the way down between your legs.

“Ngh~ “ you let out a little moan, though it’s muffled against his scarf, “ah, w-wait!” Heat rushes to your cheeks, he can’t know that your already so -

He feels your dampness, as he rubs the core of your cunt, a mischievously smug grin plastered on his face, as he sinks his fingers further into you.

“Aww, you're blushing and dripping. Pick a struggle, dear heart." He whispers against your ear, his hot breath trickling against your reddened skin, you can practically hear his smirk.

“If I knew a few whispers would get you this worked up, I'd have started singing hours ago”

He curls his slender fingers inside you, sending what feels like, bolts of electricity coursing through your nerves. He starts pumping them in and out of your slickness, your face only gets redder at the soaked sounds it’s making.

Venti notices and kisses your cheek fondly,

“don't blush. That just means your body trusts me more than your head does."

His sweet smile manages to convince you to comfort, and you try to ignore the way his gaze lowers to your chest as he can’t take his eyes away, giving them appreciative glances.

Venti has found himself adoring all of you, but something about the way the soft swell of your breasts, curve justtt right over your body, so plump and tender, reallyyy gets him hard.

He can’t look away, he can’t take his eyes off you, and the unfathomable beauty you carry, his expression full of longing and desperation, “ngh~ venti I’m gonna!”

Your release is a rush of white flashes, you can barely think straight, the only thought in you could recall was him licking his fingers and attempting coax another out of you.

“Mm, you taste like you're almost done. But I’m not dove, You worked so hard, and came so pretty. Now let me kiss your chest until you forget how to count. Again."

Looking back at it, It’s questionable to think that was your first impression of the anemo archon, not the mention the lust he put upon you, or the hours worth of orgasms he so fragrantly pulled out of that.

Expect to feel him days. ♡︎♡︎♡︎

[meabh-mcinness]

A Holiday Treat 18+

Main Masterlist

Warnings! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! This is an 18+ piece whose entirety is just smut.

Now that that's out of the way, time for the second half of the warnings. This fic includes: Dom!Opera, Switch!Reader, Sub!Kalego, voyeurism, bondage, holding down, teasing, clawing, biting, hair pulling, oral both giving and receiving, fingering, vaginal penetration, pet names, knife-play, blood-play(but not really), cock ring, knotting, aftercare!

Summary: Me and my friends are spiritual whores. Happy late holidays. Enjoy this filthiness.

Kalego x Opera x Chubby AFABReader

Kalego squirmed as your hands ran down his thighs. Legs pulling helplessly at the restraints tied around his limbs, hands and ankles not even moving a millimetre despite using all his strength against Opera's. Whimpers and pleas spilt from his mouth for more. To touch him where he wants it the most.

You both ignored him.

Instead, you focused on tracing the femoral artery in his thigh with your nails before leaning over to lick and suck your way from his knee back up towards his pelvis. Once again, you avoided the one area he wanted the most attention, coming up at the last second to repeat the same action on his other thigh. It wouldn't be as much fun if he got what he wanted, and you all knew it.

Looking up when you heard shifting, you saw Opera moving so that they were using their legs to hold down Kalego's arms as they leaned over themselves to kiss him. Their hands gently held his head in place before reaching up as far as they comfortably could down his abdomen -- reaching either side of where his cock bobbed just under his navel -- and lightly dragged their nails back up towards them. Thin lines appeared in their wake, slowly welling with the thick red liquid that gave Kalego life. The groan Kalego let out was swallowed by Opera as they took advantage of Kalego's open mouth.

You, in turn, brought your attention back to his thighs. Unlike your demonic lovers, your nails weren't built as well for tearing into skin -- cleanly, that was. You could certainly gouge flesh out if you wanted, but this was neither the time nor place for such acts. Instead, you reached down to your garter and pulled out a shiny dagger, the hilt carved from a Netherworld gem called Hemolite -- which looked like a beautiful swirling mixture of amethyst and ruby -- a courting gift from Opera. You brought the cool metal and ran it along the femoral artery, tracing the many branching paths that it took, careful to never nick any of them.

You watched as his muscles seized and grew taut with each pass you made. Waiting, anticipating, for when the blade would press into his flesh as well. You took your time choosing. Would you do it here, you pressed the metal harder into him, just barely avoiding splitting his flesh open, directly down the middle of his thigh. Or perhaps here, along one of the many branching paths of smaller veins that your dagger twisted and danced across. Or, as your eyes flicked up, you could do it somewhere else entirely.

With a smirk on your face, you climbed up slightly higher, letting the knife trail from back up his thigh until you reached his throbbing member. The blade moved just above the metal ring wrapped around his cock before slowly grazing up to the tip. You let it circle around the head, just barely letting the metal graze him until you made a quick shallow cut along the edge. Kalego let out a choked gasp as blood welled to the surface of the cut and dribbled down, mixing with the pre suddenly leaking from his cock, turning a light pinkish colour.

Your eyes watched it trail down before you leaned down to drag your tongue up his cock, catching the liquid as you followed the path back up to the tip. Kalego's thigh tensed around you and you heard him make a deep guttural moan from above you as your tongue worked to clean the mess you had made. Your hand dropped the dagger and moved to grip the base, using your saliva as a lubricant to smoothly move up and down slightly. Your tongue making kitten licks and tiny swirls around the tip of his head, listening to his groans and pants into Opera's mouth and the rattling of the chains around his legs as they twitched.

Deciding you had teased him enough, you opened your mouth further, flattening your tongue and engulfed the entirety of the head. You heard Kalego shout the sudden change, felt his hips lift as much as they could to try and force you into taking him deeper, chasing the feeling to spread to his entire cock. The resulting act caused you to choke a little and you heard Opera hiss in warning as your hand moved from his member to dig your nails into the line where his thighs met his pelvis for your own threat. Kalego whimpered but reluctantly listened and lowered his hips back down.

With Kalego tamed for the moment you turned your focus back to the thick piece of meat pulsing in your mouth. Raising your head, a little again you gave the tip another swipe of your tongue before lowering again. Every time you raised your head you would drag your tongue along the underside of his shaft before swirling around the head and going back down again, taking more and more of his dick in your mouth with each pass. Over and over again you bobbed your head, pre and drool leaking out of your mouth and down his throbbing member, taking more and more of him in until eventually you felt the head hit the entrance to your throat, with still a few more inches of him left to go.

You had a sudden decision you had to make now. You could just continue as you had been, simply bobbing your head and listening to the mewls and whimpers coming from Kalego, or you could take it a step further. Well, you had never been a coward.

As you came back up this time, you took advantage to rearrange your body. Throwing both of your arms so that your elbows were perched on his hips it was easy to place one hand to wrap back around the base of his cock and the other underneath to cup his balls that were so desperate to blow a load but couldn't do so due to the cool metal rings looped around them. With a devilish smirk on your face, you lowered your head once more until you felt the head bob the back of your throat again – and then you swallowed.

You felt the head pop into your throat, heard Kalego give a deep snarl and felt his balls tense in your hand as you roll them around. Could feel as they tried so hard to empty themselves into your stomach but were stopped by the cock ring even as Kalego bucked and whimpered underneath you. Begging the both of you to just let him go, to please let him cum. You almost choked as he moved underneath you, not fully expecting his throbbing member to force itself further into your throat but swallowed around him again just in time.

You nearly choked again, this time in surprise, around Kalego's cock at the sudden pulling sensation of your hair, light pain pulsing where the strands attached to your head. For a second you thought Opera had let Kalego go, only to pull up, drool and pre-cum dripping from your lips, to see Opera's face in front of your own. Kalego whined at the loss as Opera pulled you closer. Their tongue darted out to lick up the mess on your chin and lips before drawing you in for a deep kiss, the rich taste of Kalego's blood mixing in with the saltiness of his pre and Opera's own unique taste. You moaned at the taste, hands reaching out to cup Opera's face as you both fought for dominance. Opera always won, but that didn't mean you wouldn't try.

The prize, while running along the same veins, was always different. This time it was you, as their arms circled your waist, digging into your soft flesh before lifting and turning you in one smooth motion, before dropping you on your back right next to Kalego. A short squeal left you as you fell, followed by an 'oof' when you landed.

You felt the mattress dip below you and spread your legs as you looked up to see Opera towards you from the bottom of the bed. You blinked in confusion before glancing over at Kalego to see his arms had now also been restrained by the same cuffs and chains that held his legs down, his eyes, lidded and glazed over, but still sharp as they never left Opera's form as they came closer to you. You had know Opera was fast, but this speed bordered on ridiculousness.

Your own eyes trailed back to Opera as their shoulders nudged your legs further apart, tongue darting out briefly to lick their lips as they stared directly into your eyes. It was unfair how unfazed they looked despite the slight flush to their pale cheeks and loosely tussled hair. You already knew both you and Kalego looked super flushed and dazed out. And it would only get worse you concluded, as Opera lowered the front half of their body down so that their arms braced under your upper thighs and hoisted your lower legs up so that your feet rested on their back.

Their eyes stayed locked on yours as their face lowered even further, the feline demon's eyes just barely being seen over the chub of your stomach where their clawed hands rested. Hands which were gripping and releasing your flesh over and over again like an actual cat kneading. They were far more careful with their nails on you then either of you had been with Kalego. Not once did they draw blood or even leave angry trails behind. Their hands trailed down your gut before settling themselves around the flesh of your thighs.

Their long digits pressed themselves into skin causing your fat to ident and overlap on itself around them as their claws threatened to rip it open and expose your lifeblood that was the same colour of their hair, forcing your legs to stay open as their head dipped low. Their fire like eyes stared into yours, never wavering even when yours closed with an accompanying gasp escaping you as their tongue poked out and ran along your slit.

You couldn't help squirming at the feeling of the rough bumps along their tongue scraping against your flesh as it ran up before soothing out the pain by running the smooth underside of their tongue back down again. Whimpers fell from your mouth as they repeated the action over and over again before you suddenly jolted at the sensation of pleasure that ran through your veins as that rough tongue scraped itself over the bud poking out of your slit.

Mewls and pleads tore from you as you begged them to do it again, hands pulling at their horns as you tried to direct them towards it. Considering the differences in strength between the two of you, they hardly even moved beyond their tongue continuing its original path. Never mind that you were pulling as hard as possible, they didn't budge an inch and simply continued in torturing you slowly, always just barely brushing the edge of your clit but never fully touching it.

Briefly your mind considered simply ordering them to do it, but you had long since learned that despite being Opera's mistress, it was them who was in control of these sessions.

Finally, after dozens of pleas left your lips for more, Opera's fingers repositioned themselves to reach past your stomach and hold your lower lips open. The sudden full exposure against the cold air coupled with Opera's warmer breath sent shivers down your spine until your entire body seized as their tongue made its first swipe up your clit. It was nothing much really, just a little kitten swipe up but it had sent floods of pleasure through you and wanting more. Even voicing as such with whimpers puncturing your every word until Opera deigned to give another swipe. An then another, and another until they were focusing all of their attention around playing with your bud with their tongue.

Poking, prodding, and swiping this way and that around your clit and never once letting up now that they had decided to go for it. After going so long without any touch the sudden onslaught was almost to much for you. Tears pooled around your eyes as your body squirmed at Opera's ministrations, pants escaping your mouth every second you were trapped beneath them. Your body was coiling tighter and tighter, a warmth in your core flaring so bright and you were so close –

Opera pulled away suddenly.

The wordless cry you let out at the lack of feeling almost made you actually cry. You supposed it was karma for what you had pulled with Kalego, who you could see watching the both of you with rapt attention from the corner of your eyes, but that didn't mean you felt it was fair. Your hands clutched at Opera's horns in desperation to let you finish. You had been so close and you wanted that orgasm to flush through your body so badly.

Whimpers and pleas fell from your lips until you felt the tongue swipe return, except it was far lower than you had been expecting and your entire body jolted at the sensation, eyes going wide in surprise. Their tongue once again lowered itself to the bottom of your lower lips and ran up its length before giving your clit a little flick at the end.

A low groan left you as their appendage forced your lips open and snuck its way inside. Forcing your core to spread and stretch itself around the muscle. A muscle that was far longer and more prehensile than it had any right to be, you concluded, as it moved this way and that inside of you. Wiggling and writhing and somehow managing to hit every spot that needed to be hit until you were once again a squirming and panting mess above them.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream as warmth rushed through your veins. Your back arched, fingers and toes curling in tandem with the clenching of your cunt, trying its hardest to milk Opera's tongue for something that would never come. Your hands, clutching their horns in what would be a death grip for anyone else, but didn't present even the slightest bit of a challenge to them as they lifted their head back slightly to be able to clean your lowers lips with their tongue. The ruff bumps adding an extra sensation that your body couldn't decide if it was too much or just right.

It was your turn to whimper as Opera moved away, their tongue doing one last swipe up your overly sensitive clit as your body wracked and shivered in the aftermath of your orgasm. You laid there dazed and floating, barely registering as Opera nuzzled into your neck with anything more than mewls. It even took your brain a few moments to realize they were also contorting your body into a different position, not fully realizing until your face was smushed into the pillow, your hands weakly grabbing at the soft fabric. Your back was arched and knees bent so that your arse was presented to the world.

You squeaked in surprise as large hands suddenly grasped your hips and felt something thick swipe along your entrance and heard Opera hiss again along with Kalego's yelp and the hands were gone just as quickly. Daring a glance back you saw Kalego sitting up on his knees behind you, Opera towering behind him with their hand wrapped in his hair and forcing his head back so that his neck was exposed to Opera's sharp claws. Opera's mouth was bent close to Kalego's ear and appeared to be hissing something in his ear. Forcing your way through the fuzzy headspace you caught the end of it, "-t slowly Kalego-kun."

You saw Kalego's throat bob and watched as he tried to nod his agreement before gasping out a "yes senpai." You could only assume Opera had tightened their grip on Kalego's hair to cause the gasp. Suddenly Opera let go and Kalego was forced to catch himself by clutching your hips again, the thin digits grasping harshly into your plump flesh and sharp claws even nicking your skin a little. You couldn't help the little 'oof' you let out as your body was forced forward slightly and the side of your face was smushed against the pillow. Even with your face in this position, you could still glance back behind you, only to widen your eyes at the sight.

Kalego had managed to straighten himself back up, though he was still folded inward slightly, likely due to Opera, who was curled flush around his back. One of their hands was around Kalego's chest fiddling with his nipple and leaving more claw marks around the areola as they circled it. One claw even nicked the nipple itself, leaving blood to well up and drip down his chest. Opera's other hand, however, was wrapped firmly around the based of Kalego's cock. It took a moment to realize that their fingers were also deftly moving, only fully registering when you saw a flash of metal fall before feeling the thump of it hitting the bed.

Opera had removed the cock ring.

You unconsciously bury yourself deeper into the pillow and spread your legs wider at the knowledge, consequently raising your arse higher, catching both of their attention. With half-lidded eyes you watched Opera's hand leave Kalego's nipple, a small amount of blood dripping from their claws before it lowered to out of your view. You gave a small jolt as you felt said claws run down your sensitive slit before spreading you back open again. A shiver ran through your body as you felt run up and down over and over again before you suddenly bit down into the pillow at the feeling of being punctured.

Opera's slim finger squeezed inside of you slowly but surely, your cunt clutching onto it easily and eagerly sucking it in more despite still quivering from what their mouth had down to you just moments before. You mewled in both pain and pleasure at the feeling of oversensitivity as the finger inside you started making a come-hither motion before it was joined by a second. Your hands gripped the pillow harder, your body shivering as Opera's fingers continued spreading you open, and apart. Constantly flicking and moving about, stretching you out and preparing you for what was coming next.

Then just as quickly as they had entered you they were gone. Leaving behind a feeling of complete emptiness in you and half a mind to beg them to come back. To enter you again and take the hollowness away once more. You were even about to open your mouth to do so when your words were replaced with a startled gasp as something far larger drug itself up and down your slit, coating itself in your juices and teasing you with what you wanted.

You turned your head slightly so that you could see behind you better and sent a glare towards the two demons behind you. 'Quit teasing me,' you tried to say with it, 'or I'll take matters into my own hands.' Kalego simply lifted an eyebrow, his mouth smirking in response from around Opera's fingers. It was his turn to you it appeared.

Greedily licking each digit thoroughly to clean up any last traces of you as his hips once more shallowing moved. With a huff you settled back in, knowing Opera wouldn't allow either of you reprieve until they felt their fingers had been cleaned of every last trace of you.

But you had a trick up your non-existent sleeve.

Clutching your hands into fists, you looked back over shoulder with wide eyes and a pout on your lips as you watched Kalego's tongue dance around Opera's sleek fingers, chasing every last drop of your juices that he could. When at last Opera's digits were cleaned of all traces of you and replaced with only Kalego's saliva they withdrew from his mouth, a small stream of spittle stringing itself along to follow the path and leaving you gulping at the sight.

Seeing Kalego suitably distracted, you caught Opera's eyes over his shoulder and watched the almost imperceptible nod. Always five steps ahead that Opera.

As Kalego went to tease you again you forced your hips backwards, just enough pressure that it forced the bulbous head inside and stretched you apart even further that Opera's fingers had. You whimpered at the feeling, but let out a strangled yelp as Kalego snarled and clasped your hips even tighter, claws almost breaking skin as they sunk into the plumpness of your flesh.

You whimpered and whined as Kalego continued to fill you up slowly, your flesh still sensitive from Opera's onslaught earlier, but still greedily wanting every inch he could give you. Suddenly the feline demon was beside you, hand brushing through your hair and whispering reassurances.

You're doing so well.

Look at you take him perfectly.

Such a good girl.

Just a little more to go darling.

Finally, when you felt so full and as if you could take nothing else, Kalego bottomed out. Hips flush to your arse and hands gripping right above your plush hips as he patiently waited for you to get use to him. You shivered and shook at the slightly overwhelming feeling of being stretched so pleasantly, Opera still whispering in your ear and claws untangling the knots in your hair as they brushed through. Eventually after a minute, or perhaps two, you felt your body finally give up its tantrum and give in to receiving more pleasure. Giving your hips an experimental wiggle -- Kalego letting out a moan at the feeling but obediently staying put until either you or Opera gave the okay -- you found nothing but a twinge of pleasure. Doing it once more to make sure you were truly OK, you let out a low moan as you accidentally hit, what you thought was your cervix, dead on. With a nod to Opera, you braced yourself. Opera may be the powerhouses of the group, but Kalego was no slouch either.

And this fact was quickly proven true as Kalego slowly pulled out, your body shivering at the feeling and your core walls clutching him tightly, refusing to give up their prize even when he was almost all the way out and then suddenly you were full again. A gasp tearing from you abruptly as you were pushed forward slightly from the strength of it. You barely had time to wrap your head around it as he set a fast and brutal pace to your innards. All of your and Opera's teasing had clearly affected him as he seemed to desperately chase the both of your climaxes.

You were already both so sensitive that it hadn't lasted long, not that you were disappointed. As much as were willing to have your insides pummled all night long, you could already feel your body tightening again and when Kalego paused for just a second to angle himself to hit that spot inside you, could feel as he found it harder and harder to fit all of himself in you as his knot swelled further until he gripped your hips tightly, and it was certainly going to be bruised in the morning with that strength, and forced all of himself into you – knot and all.

White spots scattered against your vision and your cunt clenched rhythmically around him. A feeling of warmth settled deep into your gut as came inside of you and you couldn't help the groan at the feeling. All you knew was pleasure. Pleasure racing through your veins, pleasure spanning its way from your cunt outwards and toes and fingers clenching at the overwhelmingness of all of it. You were so distracted by your orgasm that you almost didn't notice Kalego's hands moving from your hips to wrap around your shoulders as he laid out his entire body of yours and forced you to lay on your side, tucked into his arms.

Your body racked itself with shivers as the euphoric feelings of an orgasm left you. You were overtly aware of the feeling of being stretched out by Kalego's knot, of his long arms digging into your soft stomach to hold you taunt against his warm body. You jolted a little in both surprise and sensitivity at the feeling of your hair being pushed back from your face. You let out a quiet mewl, as if to say no more – even weakly trying to push the hand away with your own. You sighed in relief as the hand left you alone. In the long run of things, you hadn't done much, but it was amazing how much these two demons could overwhelm you and your body by having you do very little.

So much for human stamina.

Suddenly the hand was back, pushing your hair away again as you groaned in protest only to sigh in relief as it was replaced with a cool cloth. The cloth brushed against you in small gentle strokes, brushing away all the sweat, blood, and other things that had collected on your body. The icy coldness of the cloth felt so good against your overheated skin that if you had the energy you would lean into it. Cracking open your eyes just barely, you could see the blurry image of a pale being with red hair and a black blob moving with them.

Closing your eyes again you settled back in as Opera continued rubbing your body down. Methodically moving up and down your skin with the cold cloth and leaving nothing but a pleasant cooldown in their wake. A soft sigh left you as your body and mind started shutting down and getting closer and closer to falling asleep under Opera's careful movements while being wrapped in Kalego's arms.

You let out a whimper of pain as Kalego suddenly jerked from behind, the resulting movement of the still hard cock inside you causing more pain than pleasure for once. His arms squeezed you tightly and he nuzzled into your neck, whispering apologies into your ear as his hands rubbed in methodical movements around your stomach, tracing random patterns into your skin as he calmed you back down. Under the watchful eye of your two demonic partners your eyes closed for a final time that night, wrapped and filled in your two favourite demons.

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ tagging: @mlop5iop

Platonic headcanons

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ Sullivan brought you along with Iruma to the Netherworld. And while Opera warmed up to you and Iruma pretty well, it was you who got their immediate attention. Something about you and your courageous persona in the face of the unknown called for their attention. Opera tries not to baby you or sugarcoat the things they have to say and teach you, because it would be unwise considering how they won't be there for you forever. They kept repeating that till it was drilled into their brain; you could take care of yourself because they had given you the necessary tools and explanation. Yet, another part of themselves found it hard to just let you be. You were their kitten, their cub. While Sullivan doted on Iruma, they doted on you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ Opera likes to style your hair, doesn't matter if shorter or longer than theirs. They're well-experienced in the art of taking care of it. They also used this as a way to bond with you after you get home from school, while you talk to them about your day and the things you saw and studied, even more so because they are pretty reserved with their affection, and the way they demonstrate it is in the simple, meaningful acts. They also make you their special Hell Grey Tea, throwing little party teas in your room. Sometimes Iruma comes along to keep both of you company, most of times it's just you and Opera, as Iruma is busy with his friends.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ Opera likes it when you ask for advice navigating this different world, it makes them feel seen somehow. Sullivan usually ignores what they have to say while he does his own thing the way he wants. So it's nice to have someone hearing them and actually taking into account the things they say. Or how you seem to remember the things they mentioned and inquire about them.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ Their eyes are soft when they take you to the local market, letting you roam around and take whatever snack you want, even though they're going to pretend not to notice you slipping it into the shopping cart. Money isn't an issue, so if they notice that you're abstaining from fear of getting something expensive, Opera will place all your favorite snacks and drinks into the shopping cart, in large amounts, mind you. You can whine all you want, but they swat your hand away everytime you tried to take them out.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ Physical affection is something they don't initiate first, because they don't want to make you uncomfortable. But if you, like me, are a cuddlebug, Opera lets you cuddle up to their side or chest whenever they're free from their duties. This also includes forehead kisses!!!! It's quite comforting for both of you, even if for different reasons. They like the warmth and height, it keeps them grounded and makes something soft blossom on their chest. It's a different feeling from what they're used to.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ On the other hand, if you're uncomfortable with physical affection, Opera relies more on clear communication of how proud they are and how they're always available to help you or hear you. Secretly they're always helping you from the shadows, keeping the bad, unruly demons away from you, or sending the right demon to invite you to their club. Sullivan isn't aware of their behavior, or, at least, he pretends so, so Opera takes this as a sign to keep watching and manipulating things from behind the stage, even though they reprimand themselves for being so overprotective.

Romantic headcanons

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ They had known you since you were studying at Babylls. Despite having quite a reputation back then, Opera had a soft spot for you and so they protected you from bullies and let you play with their hair. They turned into a different demon when you were near, letting their tail curl around your arm as they affectionately scented you, rubbing their face against your neck, and letting a loud purr. Anyone who got too close to you would get a taste of their claws, because they're claiming you, even if you don't yet realize it.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ Opera is a rather composed demon, but they usually can't resist your smell. Just the smell of you would make them go crazy as they paw at you to hold your waist or put their arm around your shoulders. Shares their coat with you, shares their food with you, even if you're a different rank than them.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ Opera keeps doodling you and them in notebooks and drawing hearts between your names. They would never live down to this if you saw it, but they're lucky that they're quick to swap pages and pretend they're doing something when you turn around to look at them. If you comment and tease them about their red cheeks, Opera has excuses prepared to use. They aren't convincing nor do they work, but they do keep you entertained.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ Loves to prank and tease you, and nobody believes you when you tell them. It's only harmless pranks, but still, it's enough to fluster you and get you annoyed with their antics. Opera likes living on your head as much as you do in theirs.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ While your friendship progresses, Opera molds you to be a little more dependent on them. They help you pretty much with anything, because they're strong and capable and like having you gush over them. Simultaneously, they change things in them to appeal more to your eyes.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ They're definitely the first to say I love you, because they can't contain their feelings inside. There's too much of it on their chest, too much of affection and validation, and respect and love for they to simply wait. Time doesn't matter for them, it doesn't matter if you're only dating for a week, a month, or a year, when they feel ready - they were always ready, they were just waiting for the perfect moment - they say it. Same thing happens when they ask your hand in marriage, by the way.

[thebluester2020]

[ZZZ] Kinktober Day 1: "Praise Kink"

Summary: For recently completing a job to near perfection, Lycaon decides that praise and a good reward are in order.

Warning(s): Heavy focus on praise kinks here lol, Lycaon being typical wolf daddy here, Knotting (towards the end ofc).

Side Note(s): Not my ass forgetting to put warnings— sorry y’all 😭. That’s what I get for thinking it was a good idea to post this early while I was half-awake 🫠

Your heart was in your throat as you stood a short distance from your boss, his eyes scanning over the report you had just written after completing a job a few days ago.

One that wasn't easy in the slightest you might add.

Your client had contacted the Victorian Housekeeping Co. in order to seek help finding a lost relic that had apparently been passed down through his family for generations upon generations! Why the family would forget such an important relic? You wouldn't dare ask the question for fear of seeming rude.

But you took the job nonetheless.

After battling through hordes of Ethereals throughout the Hollows, having to contact Wise and Belle to make sure that you got through the areas safe and soundly. You had found the relic, the item accurately matching the description!

Although you appreciated how your client thanked you a million times over for finding his family's relic, you admittedly weren't interested in his praise.

The person you really wanted praise from...was Lycaon, your boss.

It was hard enough to get the wolf thiren to crack a smile, much less get him to praise someone verbally. With the completion of this job, you hoped that you would obtain both in one sitting—

"Hmf." The gruff sound snapped you from your rambling thoughts swiftly, quickly making you straighten yourself up as if you were a soldier. "You did good."

Your thighs clenched at the praise, your cheeks quickly flushing red at his praise. "T-Thank you!" You squeaked out.

"The client was happy, he praised how professional and timely you were with his request. Not a single scratch was on his relic, even after fighting off so many Ethereals." Your eyes were trained on him as he pushed himself away from his desk, walking around the wooden object to come closer to you. Each metallic step was piercing to the ears in comparison to the overall silent room, beads of sweat beginning to drip down the back of your neck out of nervousness whilst your needy cunt told a different story.

You didn't lie to yourself and say that you weren't attracted to your boss.

In fact, you were very attracted to him. So much so that a single line of praise had you nearly falling to your knees while the sheer fact that he was so close to you almost creamed your panties on the spot from how aroused you were! An arousal that your boss could definitely smell.

Not that he'd let you know that just yet, of course.

"For such good work, you deserve a reward. Don't you think?" A quiet gasp left you when he placed a hand on your shoulder. A smirk steadily crept onto Lycaon's face at your nervousness, one that didn't befit you with how potent the scent of your arousal was.

Finally, however, you nodded your head. "Y-Yes...?" You mentally cursed yourself at how your response sounded like a question.

But... thankfully, Lycaon didn't comment on it as he led you to a room that was more...secluded.

. . .

"F-Fuck—! L-Lycaon...!" You moaned wantonly as you were bounced up and down on your boss' lap in a full nelson, your hand wrapped around the back of Lycaon's neck as you grabbed at his fur in an attempt to ground yourself.

However, that proved to be an impossible task with the way his cock was drilling your insides, his cock filling you in such an addictive way as he pressed every pleasure spot inside your soaked cunt. For such a serious-looking guy, one who looked so kept together as if nothing disturbed him...he fucked you as if he were releasing pent-up tensions. "Gods..." He panted in your ear as one of his clawed hands reached for your aching clit.

"L-Lycaon!" You cried out as his fingers carefully but expertly began to flick your clit, a hiss leaving the wolf thiren's mouth as the rapid swiping of your nub elicited in you further clenching around his cock. "G-Gods..." You continued to squirm and moan much to your boss' amusement.

"Be still little maid," He whispered in your ear. "Let your boss reward you." He continued with a deep chuckle, the noise going straight to your cunt as his breath fanned over you. You let out a shaky breath as you felt your orgasm approach you, your eyes began to flutter as your thighs started to shake in Lycaon's clawed grip.

"C-Close..." You hakily whispered out.

Silently, he increased his pace, squelching and the rapid slapping of your two bodies meeting filling your ears and nearly drowning out your moans. As Lycaon fucked you, his fingers beginning to gently pinch at your clit in addition to starting to increase his rapid circling of your clit, a groan escaped him as he stuck his nose in the juncture between your neck and shoulder. He'd been wanting you since the day you waltzed into his office all those months ago.

Pleading and begging him for a job even if it was something so menial such as being a janitor.

Usually, he wouldn't let personal feelings interfere with work but...you, you were a special exception. Especially with how obvious your body was when you were around him, every night, he'd have to go into his private quarters to fist his cock whenever he'd catch a whiff of your arousal, panting and moaning out your name into his hand while the lewdest scenes imaginable would play out in his mind.

A growl rumbled from his chest as he felt his climax quickly approaching. "So good for my cock...just want to keep you here forever—" You tightened at his words, a toothy smirk crossing his face immediately. "You like that?" He began to thrust up into you harder. "Being my cute little toy for me to sheath my cock in? That could be your new job..." He suggested, his tongue lolling out to lick the side of your face messily as his smirk only grew at the idea.

And as your cunt wept out more of your slick, white dots began to appear in your vision as your moans increased in volume.

The idea of being your boss' own personal pleasure toy... didn't sound too bad. "You'd look so good being filled every day, wouldn't you Miss Y/N?" Lycaon continued to tease and talk in your ear. "Then again, it'd be so hard to get anything done knowing I have a tight sheath waiting for me so patiently back home..."

Being fucked on his thick dick day in and day-out, hearing his praises about how good he felt as he used your body, and receiving kisses from him on the daily. Oh, it was a dream come true for you! And that very dream plus the slight pain of Lycaon's claws beginning to dig into your thighs as he neared his orgasm, is what gave you that final push over the edge as you screamed out his name.

Your back arched against Lycaon just as his thrusts began to lose rhythm, his jaw falling slack, and his moans and growls of pleasure being replaced with panting as he fucked you through your orgasm, all before he suddenly stilled as quiet whines left his jaw as you suddenly felt his hot cum shoot deep inside of you, filling you to the brim as he did his best to keep from digging his claws too harshly into your thighs.

"S-So much..." You said, breaking the comfortable silence as you came down from your high.

Behind you, Lycaon gently removed his hand from your sex before he reached into his breast pocket to pull out a handkerchief. Not even to wipe away his cum oozing from your sex but, enough to tide you over until his knot died down, rubbing his fingers along your thighs as he tried to soothe and massage your sore muscles. "Are you uncomfortable—" His words choked up with a groan when he felt you move.

"No," You responded tiredly as you leaned back onto his chest.

Good, he thought. Because even when his knot died down...he planned to reward you soooo much more for your efforts.

[sspiderlilyz]

More of my Nsfw Headcanons of Venti -M4F

A/n: Ownership, Foodkink, Whimpering, Hairpulling

Ownership- Fuck just imagine Venti owning you. His slender fingers tightened their grip on a chain leash, his cock taming you with vigorous thrusts. or in another scenario, he's sitting on a chair, legs crossed over the other while he's holding your leash, yanking every single time you didn't give him the answer he wanted.

Food kink- laying you on the table of the kitchen and pouring a vintage wine over your precious body, a small pool filling over your stomach before he drinks it, licking your skin, his tongue dragging to taste all of it on your body.

if you spread peanut butter or any sort of food he liked, he'd eat it off you eagerly. Lapping it up off your skin like some sort of dog.

Whimpering- hear me out, Venti pulling you closer by the hips while he's eating you out, desperate to hear a moan as you pretend you don't feel it. He wants to hear you moan his name, taste your cum, Any sort of sound that validated his efforts, that gave him credit. His clean nails digging into your tender skin as he's practically devouring your pussy. Tongue flicking on your clit, sucking on that nub, god if you don't praise him or Moan... at this point, he's resorting to fucking you, he'll play dirty. He'll Pin your hips down and slam himself inside, rocking his hips harshly against yours with fearless, reckless abandon, almost to the point his tip is kissing your cervix deliciously, Whimpering as he's desperate to hear you moan He wants it so so badly. He won't stop until you've become a moaning mess,

Hair pulling- Either you're doing it or he's doing it, He'll fuck you from behind against his desk, digging his throbbing cock inside you further, letting stray papers of sheet music fly off the desk and to the floor. You're bent over the desk and his fingers reach, getting a good fistful of your hair and yanks your head back, making you give him eye contact while he's pounding your tight walls. Moaning as your eye contact is only fuel to the fire.

Please don't hesitate to make a request, even if it's not for Venti <3

Oh and If you have Quotev, come find me on Quotev! I intend on making other types of content like Hogwarts Legacy :)

Sspiderlilyz

Sebastian sallow needs to exist irl or i swear, i&#39;ll explode

[lepus-miles]

Anon who brought up hare Lohen X fox reader here!

Wanted to point it when I describe the scene, what pops up in my mind is literally just the scene cutting from Lohen standing by the door with an eerie smile, ears flicked up and everything (bc he knows you were trying to avoid him so here he is having outsmarted you quite easily) to him fucking you into the bed. He's supposed to be sensitive and meek no? So how is he going at it without a care even if you claw at his back or try to push him away. It seems to get him harder somehow whenever you do because he finds the idea of the big bad fox being helpless enough to whimper about him going too deep or it hurting from having just cummed and trying to push him away with shaky hands so delightful.

His ears perk up at you sobbing about something gibberish and leans in, "hm? Oh don't tell me I fucked you dumb already. Wasn't it you who thought I was a dumb bunny and you a sly fox? Shoes on the other foot now, right cadet?~"

What makes it worse is the only way your heat would pass is if you mated with someone properly which requires them to bite the nape of your neck hard enough to dig into skin and viola, heat gone. Although you may feel relieved that Lohen is here, very eager to bite by the way for a bunny, he's not a predator and as such he doesn't have sharp canine teeth like yours to dig as deep. This works in his favour though unironically enough, you're stuck needing him with your heat unending until it blows over in a few days and he only goes on to overstimulate you while biting the nape of your neck as if to mock you. You're dependent on him for something you won't achieve.

Bonus: The next day, you try to get him to touch you again because you can't think of anything else only for him to flick at your fluffy ears and get up so casually. It's not like you can go out in this state, you'll wait pitifully at bed for him as he goes to work, won't you?

Surely a fox who's superior to bunnies can wait a few hours...

is this a safe space to say i've kept this in my inbox to look back on in pure fear for days

god. GOD!!! like. you're a fox! you're supposed to be fucking him, so why is it that a 'meek' little rabbit is currently putting you through the mattress??? it's humiliatinggg. and every time you start to get pissed at his taunting, trying to lunge at him, you get pinned sooo easily it's laughable. his hand on your throat, sneering down at you, pressing the sides of your neck and making fun of you when you almost black out. "oh, wow. you really can't fight me off?? ha! what kind of a predator are you??"

him taking full advantage of what would ordinarily be a 'shortcoming' is also.... fucking insane and so hot i'm gonna die. him leaving you there for hours for the heat to get worse and worse... maybe you're sort of coherent by the time he first leaves for work, a little bit combative again. and he's sooo excited to come back home and find you desperately humping a pillow, a complete mess and unable to say anything that isn't some semblance of "please, lohen, fuck me, it hurts, please."

[corpus-archon]

𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖒 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖔𝖉! -𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎 𝖊𝖉.

He's too eager, his smile is too sunny, and you're giving him ten minutes to get you off, or he walks out the door. Slight problem: you end up wanting him to stay so much, you end up choking him out with your thighs… he should be cool with this, right?

Next part of this series is the last! Every Genshin player ends up using this guy as their first DPS/support. But how is he at eating out? Does the battery last? Find out with our favourite Cryo prince in the next installment!

TW: sexually explicit, Venti giving AFAB!reader oral, Venti fingering AFAB!reader, praise, undernegotiated kink (accidentally choking him with your thighs), bratty!reader, ahegao, switch!Venti (sub to dom)

Happy late birthday to our beloved Anemo archon, sorry the only thing I'm posting is this heinous piece.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics. Header by the wind in my wings and the floral scent on the breeze, @slutreputation (check out their work!)

You’re convinced this guy watches too much porn. He smiles too giddily, comes up with entirely impractical positions to try in bed… and he hasn’t brought a condom.

You sigh irritably as he blathers something like “I could’ve sworn I had it when I left the house!” Again, it falls on you to remedy this situation. Sheepishly, he agrees to your subsequent vindictive measure: he’s going to eat you out. If you don’t cum in ten minutes, he’ll walk out of the door. 

He settles himself between your spread legs as you matter-of-factly remove your skirt, gaping in awe at your panties. “Those are so cute—”

“Hurry up!” you bark. His back straightens hard. In one fell swoop, he tugs off your underwear, biting his lip as he stares at your pussy.

He has a nice face, and he can strum a lyre… maybe this won’t be entirely pointless. Tentatively, he kisses your inner thigh. When you don’t react, he continues peppering soft, sweet little nothings onto the skin. Your clit twitches.

You need more, though.

Three minutes, utterly wasted by the time he manages to work his way up to your pussy. You check your nails as his lips barely brush against your folds. Sure, your core is pulsing… but it doesn’t mean he’s going to make you gush. He nibbles at you, touch reverent when you prefer filthy, gentle where you prefer rough.

By the time he crawls to your slit, it’s been five minutes. Five minutes until –

With little preamble, he pulls your folds apart and spits.

You gasp, a glob of saliva dripping down towards your hole. Using the pad of his thumb, he drives it back up to your clit, as a nimble finger situates itself at your entrance. At the first roll of the pad of his thumb against your pearl, he drives his finger right into that spongy spot nobody finds the first time.

No sugarcoating it: you wail.

He doesn’t let up, the singular digit massaging your G-spot as his tongue replaces his thumb. He’s only kitten-licking at your clit, and you loathe how your stomach twists into knots.

Seven minutes. You don’t know how much of this torture you can take.

Venti has now uplevelled from gingerly lapping to slurping your clit with abandon, drool leaking onto the sheets below you. Conveniently lubing up your stretched hole, currently taking three fingers and still sucking them in like she wants more.

“Oh, she’s so good,” he moans. Even now, his voice lilts, like he’s not here in this moment, contorting himself for your pleasure. “So pretty when she’s dripping on my fingers. My wrist’s soaked, love. Your cunt's gonna squeeze the life out of me.” Fuck, you hadn’t expected him to be good at dirty talk. His voice vibrates against your cunt. He can’t mean to…

He pushes his head between your thighs like he’s trying to fuse with you, and groans.

You bite into your palm as you clench, only to be faced with the sheer friction of your fingers. Nine minutes, and your eyes are squeezed shut as you see blinding white. Your hips buck into his face as your thighs clamp together involuntarily.

Underneath you, Venti breathes raggedly. Your thighs press against his cheeks, his neck… nowhere for him to go but your pussy, even as he can feel his breath wavering as he exhausts his lungs. He’d die happy, right here.

You sob as his fingers fuck into you ruthlessly, as he laps and sucks and bites. His fingers dig into your hips, his marks imbued against your skin as his tongue laves you up. When you glance at him, the lewdest sight greets you.

His eyes roll back in his head, cheeks stained with your juices. His tongue lolls out, barely managing to lick at you before he shudders and gasps softly. His knees give out, your thighs the only thing holding him upright as he loses himself in an asphyxiating orgasm.

Did this man ahegao from a woman choking him out?

Brushing off his knees, he stands, wobbly on his feet. “Damn, I almost came from that. See you around, sweetheart!” He licks your syrup off his fingers as he waves you bye, making a soft pop. “Hope you learn to take it slow!”

You blink after him, teeth gritting in rage. Oh, you have to delete his number.

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╭﹕ღ﹒𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘆!𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘄/ 𝗳!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

⤷ 𝐓𝐖: period sex, pussy eating, pounding, creampie, p in v, no protection, obsessive tendencies. mentions of the word “sex doll”, this is period sex so mentions of blood. This is quite the old work from me so pls bear the writing style differences alr.. Subtle DDDNE.

• You have read the warnings, you know what you are getting into; if you choose to read it and get upset, don't say I didn't warn you.

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈!

imagine having a pretty!boyfriend who's extremely, almost unfairly attractive that he looks like one of those game main characters with their intricate features and perfect ratios.

imagine having a pretty!boyfriend who's so handsome, he'd have all types of gender of people throwing themselves at him just to get his eyes on them.

imagine having a pretty!boyfriend, who looks so striking that in every picture or occasion he's in, he always stands out. He's extremely well loved by his surroundings, even when he does something...... borderly illegal.

imagine having a pretty!boyfriend, who despite having people literally fawning over him, and sees him as this divine man that fell down from heaven, he infact has some of the most nastiest kink and fetishes you could possibly ever think of.

imagine having a pretty!boyfriend, who has a thing for period sex. Where his pupils would visibly dilated the second he's aware that you are on that time of the month.

imagine having a pretty!boyfriend, who'd look down at you curling yourself in bed, on 2nd day of your period, worst of the worst. And as you were trying to toughen yourself for the cramps, he'll ask you if theres anything he could do to make you feel better.

imagine—your pretty!boyfriend, calmly slipping his two slim fingers inside your folds, his undernails started to bloom with reddish tint as the blood pouring, reeking through corners without a sign of stopping.

“dont you think its.. a bit gross?” you asked him, hesistantly.

“pftt, seriously babe? You literally just serve me some..” he dragged, as he placed the already covered two fingers inside his mouth, his tongue circling the tissue as he sucked in your blood from his hand. “Five star fuckin’ michelin food right here..”

imagine—your pretty!boyfriend, whose eyes—once are hold as the gem, now looks maddening as he's way too eager to put his already rock-hard cock inside your direct fold. His length slipping slowly against your sensitive walls, before he accelerated his speed and slammed his hard cock into yours. Eyes rolling backwards as his uncontrollable arousal became the excuse of how loud your moan is. The feeling is heavenly. Your cramps were slightly loosened and the way his cock made their wet slapping noise against your skin makes your entire body trembles beneath him. You can hear him panting, loudly, like a dog. Muttering deranged things that even those people who admire him from the outside wouldn't imagine him as a man...capable of something like this.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—you have the sweetest fuckin’ blood... and the— ugh! drunkening pussy ever.. fuck.” he said, as his panting became louder, before he releases his gushy, hot cum directly into your actively bleeding womb, it was so warm—you could practically feel him even from your own uterus. “Keep fuckin’ gushing your walls onto me, ‘m gonna fuckin’ shift your womb like the sex doll you are, swear—”

Your pretty!boyfriend, who's now with his hair messy, and his fingers trembling as he squeezed your thick hips—looked down at the way his length, now already covered with your ‘monthly’ blood between your red-painted folds. And instead of seeing any disgusted look from his vampire-esque face, he instead tugged his lips upward as he took deep pleasure seeing the way you pleasurably bled beneath him.

“Fuckin’ hell.. your pussy — she really never fails me.” he says, letting out a deep and clearly satisfied chuckle, before the urgency of sleep finally overtakes you.

♥︎ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑: SUNGHOON (enhypen), Heeseung (enhypen), NISHIMURA RIKI (enhypen), SOOBIN (txt), Yeonjun (txt), Anton (riize), SEUNGHAN (riize), GOJO SATORU (jujutsu kaisen), Geto Suguru (jujutsu kaisen), MAHITO (jujutsu kaisen), HIDAN (naruto), Momoshiki Otsutsuki (naruto), Uchiha Madara (naruto), KABUTO YAKUSHI (naruto), MALLEUS DRACONIA (twst), FLOYD LEECH (twst), Kanato Sakamaki (diabolik lovers), LAITO SAKAMAKI (diabolik lovers), AZUSA MUKAMI (diabolik lovers), Tom Riddle (harry potter), Leon Kennedy (resident evil), LORENZO BERKSHIRE (harry potter), CHILDE (genshin impact), PANTALONE (genshin impact), Lohen (genshin impact), BRANT (wuthering waves), KUROO TETSURO (haikyuu), Suna Rintaro (haikyuu), MIYA ATSUMU (haikyuu), ++

[thebluester2020]

[ZZZ] "How To Recieve An A+ In Housekeeping!"

Summary: Attempting to get a job in Victorian Housekeeping Co. is a very strenuous process! One must show a wide variety of skills, good vocabulary, and excellent manners— all three were skills that you were failing at but, luckily the leader of the company had the perfect method to teach you these skills and it all starts with a program! Warning(s): Dom! Lycaon / Sub! Reader, Brat-Taming [Reader's a bit mouthy at best tbh] Spanking, Slight Edging, Cum Denial [Kinda? Lycaon encourages reader not to cum but doesn't do anything to enforce it tbh], Lycian being gentlemanly as hell. (Feel free to tell me if I missed anything!) Side Note(s): I won't say I am/am not a furry. But I will say that my taste in dudes will always favor them where they're stoic and serious but have a secret soft side. Respectfully, those types of men make me want to do the sexy splits on them.

Anyway, hope y'all enjoy this <33

"Your manners are terrible"

When those words left the wolfman's mouth sternly as you sat before him, only a desk separating the two of you, you could've sworn you felt a metaphorical anvil drop into your stomach. You had been job-hunting for a couple of weeks now, after your last gang had disbanded due to the leader getting caught up with the law. You no longer had a steady flow of cash (albeit a little illegal ) coming in!

From gang member to attempted housemaid...it was laughable. Even to you.

And clearly, the leader of the Victorian Housekeeping company thought so too from the way he looked at your resume with a strict gaze once more before resuming looking at you. You were fully expectant of another harsh sentence to slip from his sharp-toothed youth until...you heard a heavy sigh escape him.

He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, the very room seeming to react to the movement by the way the single light above you two flickered. His then he huffed. "There is a way to improve to improve your manners, however, you'll be learning from me personally."

You gasped. "Really?! Thank you so much, man!"

His ear twitched at the casual "man" you threw his way. "...Sir or mister is a more proper way of speaking to your male superiors."

You cleared your throat and uttered a 'sorry'. "The program will be for three weeks. Each week will be dedicated to a specific set of manners that you are to master if you wish to join the company."

"Which are?" You responded.

"The first week will be vocabulary, communication with clients, and the correct words to address people by," As Lyacon said this, he opened a drawer on his side before pulling out a piece of paper and sliding it to you. You slowly began to read over the paper, one that seemed like a contract of sorts as the wolf continued to talk.

"The second week will simply focus on posture."

You scoffed as your eyes flicked back up to his. "Posture? Ain't that just walkin'?"

"Proper posture is harder to achieve than one may assume Ms. Y/N." He said. "The third week will be—"

The sudden clearing of his throat made him stop immediately, your face suddenly but quickly turning red as you reached a section on the paper that caught your eye.

Complete submission is expected by those who train under Von Lycaon, especially those he offers "favors" to.

"F-Favors...?"

"Favors hint towards a sexual nature, if I'm to assume that was the inquiry to your question?"

In your former gang, you had heard about Von Lycaon and the whole attitude of the white wolfman. He was a pinnacle of perfection in seemingly everything he did! There didn't seem to be a single thing he half-assed, to put it crudely, and what's more? He didn't get distracted. So...for a document to suggest that he wanted submission during sex?

You didn't know if it was shocking or expected.

"I didn't expect the Lycaon to need a document to garner sex." You said.

A rare chuckle left him. "I don't," He answered. "But everyone learns quicker and better when praise and pleasure is included, correct? This is merely a suggestion for you to learn faster. You are more than welcome to opt out of this."

"And if I accept?" Upon that question, the corners of Lycaon's mouth curled up slightly as he slowly leaned in until you could just barely feel his breath.

"Then you will learn fast. On my honor, I promise you."

You should've said no to this optional part of the program. All you needed was a job and Lycaon made it clear that there was a sexless version of the program where you'd simply learn the old-fashioned way! No pleasure or sex included but...as your eyes steadily trailed over the thiren, you couldn't deny he was a handsome individual. It wouldn't be unpleasant in the slightest to have benefits while completing your training under him. And as you steadily came to that conclusion, your thighs beginning to clench underneath the desk.

The thiren briefly sniffed at the air before he closed his eyes and exhaled. He was as still as a statue for a brief moment before he cleared his throat and offered you a pen from his breast pocket.

"I didn't give you an official answer—"

"Your scent gave me a suggestion." His raspy voice in combination with the sudden feral look in his eyes...you all too quickly shooed away any doubts you may have had before you began to sign away on the line at the bottom of the paper. And once you did, sliding the paper gently back to the wolf, he read over it briefly before he folded it neatly and placed it back into a drawer.

"We shall begin Monday," Lycaon said. "Please be prompt and on-time, I don't tolerate tardiness."

"Yeah, yeah." You scoffed.

And thus, your training as a potential housemaid for the Victorian Housekeeping Company has officially begun.

. . .

| Week One |

You had slept in, you had forgotten to set a timer over the weekend, too engrossed with the fact that you had basically agreed to have sex with Lycaon during your three-week training! The second you arrived home, it was a struggle to not touch yourself to the thought of what he looked like underneath his kept-together appearance.

You imagined he'd be soft to the touch judging by how much fur he had.

Would he be firm with his gaze, demanding you to be perfect even in the heat of the moment? Or would be he gentle and accommodating with you?

No matter how much your body cried out for you to indulge yourself a little, you saved it until you experienced it for yourself.

But right now, as your head was bowed down in apology to the wolfman for making him wait over forty minutes to your first day. You had a strong feeling you wouldn't be experiencing anything pleasurable today. "Once again dude, I am SO sorry!" You said.

"I forgot to set a timer, then I wanted to stop and get some breakfast along the way—"

"Stop," He snapped his jaws with a growl seeming to bubble just underneath the surface, the sight of his fangs making you shudder out of fear and...the slightest hint of excitement.

"First appearances are important, the most important out of any interaction and you sullied it on your first day of training? How do you expect to work for the company with such a flippant attitude?"

"I said sorry—"

"Sorry does not cut it Ms. Y/N. Excusing being a minute or two late is another matter but forty? Punishment is the only fitting way to solve such blatant disregard for other people's time." At those chilling words, Lycaon took a single step toward you before he took your chin into his hand, his eyes scanning over your nervous form with a critical gaze before he eventually sighed.

"I have a punishment in mind, please see to it that you are undressed in my office within' five minutes, and be on time."

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers before you huffed defiantly. "I'm not doing that!" You yelled.

His ear flicked, to him? You sounded like an impudent child, screaming and doing anything to get out of being scolded by their parent. "No?" He tilted his head.

"No!"

A wolfish smirk crept onto his face. "Every minute you stand here is an additional minute to your punishment Ms. Y/N. Do take care to remember that."

And so, there you stood.

| + | + | + |

You wouldn't be able to claim that he wasn't patient for the entire duration you had a fit about being punished on the first day of training. For about ten whole minutes, you stood there staring at the thiren until you eventually got bored and decided that "your punishment wouldn't be that bad" and simply went to his office!

You sat on a black couch and waited and when Lycaon came in?

The way he so quickly got his hands on you felt like you were being thrown around by an uncouth beast, a complete switch from the gentlemanly wolf you were talking to just a few minutes ago.

Slap! "Count." He ordered.

"O-One—Ah!"

He tutted his lips with a shake of his head as his hand slapped against your ass again, your maid uniform tugged up to your midsection as he pinned your hands down with his free hand. "Proper communication is most effective when you're speaking clearly Ms. Y/N...also, it's "one, sir"."

Another slap against your red behind rang out in the air, your body jerking forward a little at the movement. "At this rate, you'll never reach fifty." He sighed.

"W-Wait...!" You begged. "J-Just give me a break...so I can c-catch my breath—" When he slowly inched his hand upward again, your eyes widened as you quickly remembered your manners. "S-Sir! J-Just let me catch my breath...please."

If your eyes weren't blurry with tears, your mind getting fuzzier and fuzzier as you tried to ignore the ache in your cunt. You could've sworn you saw his tail move a little. After a minute, however, a sharp gasp left your swollen lips when you felt a finger graze against your sex, the featherlight touch making you shudder as you whipped your head around to look at the Lycaon.

Unconsciously, his tongue poked out to sweep against his upper set of canines as he focused on how your slick oozed out from your pussy so shamelessly. But at the same time? He figured he shouldn't have been shocked at the lewd sight, his keen hearing didn't miss the way a tiny moan would escape your lips at each slap. It was as if you wanted him to keep going and didn't want your punishment to end anytime soon.

Such behavior wasn't befitting of a potential future employee at the company. "Are you done recuperating? If so, then let us continue."

"W-Wait..." You begged. "J-Just a little time- Ah!"

"Now, now—" He pressed his hand down on your wrists a little more, lightly pinching at your thigh with the tip of his claws to calm your squirming. "—If you focus and count Ms. Y/N then your punishment will be over very soon, please remain focused."

After a final warning, he was quick to resume his smacks against your ass. The pain and pleasure eventually blurring into one another enough for your brain to somehow find a way to "center" itself. And, after around twenty minutes...Lycaon finally released you from your bent-over position over his lap and got up.

A lingering rebelliousness in the back of your head wanted to curse out the wolf as he stood, fixing his cuffs until they were neat again as if he wasn't rocking a blatant boner in his trousers! Yet as your mouth began to open as he walked further away...it quickly shut when he started walking back to you after grabbing something from a bookshelf behind his desk.

"What is that?" You asked.

"Aloe cream, it should help with the burn and any burning sensations."

Oh, you thought.

How...nice of him.

At your silence, his head tilted as he sat down next to you. "Are you alright?"

"Huh? Oh, y-yeah...I just wasn't expecting aftercare." You blushed.

"Your work would be even more affected if I didn't do this, I wouldn't want that." Suddenly, your heart skipped a beat.

. . .

| Week Two |

You didn't want to admit it to yourself at the time but you knew full well as to why your heart skipped a beat that day. At first, you tried to joke and claim that you were a masochist starting to bloom! Von Lycaon was handsome, yes but you knew how to distinguish between work and personal lives! Besides, you wanted money more than you did romance and if the latter interfered with your money...you weren't in any shape or form interested in it.

But, at the second week's coming, this week focused on posture if your memory served correctly. You couldn't lie or joke to yourself anymore.

You developed a crush on your future boss.

And it grew harder and harder to deny that fact in your...current position. Naked aside from your short black heels, you were standing right in front of Lycaon with his pants pulled down just enough to reveal his leaking dick. The tip seemed to turn increasingly into an angrier red as you continued to stay frozen in place. "Are you uncomfortable?" Lycaon's words snapped you out of your thoughts before you shook your head.

"N-No sir! It's just..." You went quiet for a second. "How...how is this going to teach me posture?"

"If you would come closer, I will show you." Like a siren's song, the beckoning of his clawed finger made you take small steps forward until you were finally in front of him. "I'll be letting you take control of me for some time," You could've sworn you caught a smirk on his lips at his words. "If you manage to fuck me until I cum with the correct posture then consider your training done, and welcome to your new job as a new maid to the Victorian Housekeeping company. I'll be generous and not even include the third week of training."

"But—" As his hand found its way to your hips, he gently tugged you forward until he slowly maneuvered you to straddle him on his lap, his cock throbbing against your stomach as beads of sweat started to appear at the back of your neck. He reached the middle of your stomach, easily! And that wasn't even considering his girth. "—If your posture fails, you will unfortunately stick to the original training program. And I must warn you, most do not manage to get through week three."

You jumped a little when you felt Lycaon's hand move down to your pussy. "What are you doing?" You voiced out shakily, your clit throbbing at Lycaon's touch as one finger alone was enough to cover your entire clit.

"Preparing you of course," He said with an "obviously" tone. "No matter how much I can smell your eagerness in the air—" A sharp moan escaped your lips when his finger started to slowly move, your cheeks burning at the fact you let out such a noise from such little stimulation. "—I doubt you will be able to fully take me without a little prep."

"Y-You..." You bit your tongue to keep a curse from flying out, your hands quickly moving to his shoulders as you tried to ground yourself and not lose yourself too quickly to the pleasure. A task that you were quickly failing at as you felt a knot slowly begin to form in the pit of your stomach, scorching hot tears brimming your eyes as a single line of drool fell from the corner of your lips.

And Lycaon was enjoying every second of it.

If he were to be honest with himself.

He didn't want you to succeed this time.

After having so much fun with you last week, he would say that he had gotten a bit greedy. As entertaining as it was to tame your bratty behavior and mold it into something more palpable as someone who would be interacting with clients often, it was torture all the same to him to not shut you up with his cock instead! It wasn't enough to rut into his hand at the end of every day, heated pants leaving his lips as his tongue lulled out of his mouth like some common dog begging for a slip of meat.

To say that it was unbecoming of him to set you up for failure was an understatement, rubbing your needy bud until you nearly squirted on him wouldn't make you last very long when you were actually seated on his cock. And as cruel as it was for him to say...how unbecoming and un-gentlemanly it was...

He was so fucking eager for you to fail.

"S-Sir..." His ears perked to your whining as your head fell his chest, his ears then moving to the sound of lewd squelching coming from your pussy. "Please...I-I'm so close..." You whined.

He allowed himself to play with you a minute longer until...he took his finger away.

He struggled to withhold a laugh at your state, your eyes seeming to be confused and stuck between wanting to glare angrily at him or beggingly like a wanton whore for him to continue. "Don't look like that," He said. "If I were to make you cum now, you would be too shaky to fuck me."

You were too shaky now.

But, you'd first kiss the seat of a toilet lid before admitting defeat.

"I-I won't fail this..." You said with determination, although breathlessly.

His tail wagged ever so slightly at your determination. "We shall see," He responded before he relaxed against the couch with a deep sigh. "Please begin at your leisure Ms. Y/N." When you took him into your hand, you felt a surge of confidence at Lycaon's not-so-quiet sharp inhale of breath. You prayed that he was just as needy as you because as you lined him up to your entrance and started to slid him into you, every inch that sunk further into you made your mouth gap wider and wider until you were certain you looked like a gasping fish.

He rubbed against your walls so nicely too, his girth stretching you out just enough to where it made you drool as it touched spots inside of you that you hadn't had a clue existed until today!

"F-Fuckkkkk..." You moaned out once you were fully seated on him.

You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, desperately trying to ignore that burning feeling in your core as you began to move.

"Shit." Oh, how you just wanted to just shove a hand over his snout to keep him from letting out such sexy noises. His raspy voice and the way his thumbs rubbed encouraging circles into your hips...it wasn't good for you. You'd cum faster at this rate.

"Faster," Lycaon suddenly ordered, opening one of his red eyes to look at you.

"I...I can't- Oh!" Your words caught in your throat when he suddenly fucked up into you. A squeal nearly leaving your throat as you shut your eyes tightly to try and force back that urge to cum.

"Disobeying a superior now Ms. Y/N?" One of his hands slowly dragged up your back before it gently shoved you forward a little. Immediately, you fixed your posture although you nearly fell back over a couple of times. "You should watch yourself, my type of punishment for this act won't be very fun."

You doubted that.

But, as your hands tightened on his shoulders and you fucked yourself more quicker onto him. Tears started to flow down your cheeks more easily as you couldn't deny the burning feeling in your stomach anymore, how the way Lycaon's dick throbbed inside of you and pressed against your most sensitive spots...the urge to beg him for the chance to cum, just once was on the tip of your tongue but you tried to stay focused. "Oh my God..." He moaned deeply.

"Fuckkk..."

"A-Are you close?" You whined.

He scoffed. "Not even close," You felt your hopes nearly crash and shatter at those words. "But...your pussy feels so good on my cock," He praised, his tail thumping against the couch unabashedly as he stared up at you with hooded eyes and a feral gaze. "Perhaps, instead of a maid, you should be my personal breeding toy."

His smirk grew when he felt your pussy tighten around his cock.

"Yeah?" He asked. "You like that?"

You shook your head, shutting your eyes tightly as if not seeing him would help your situation anyway. However, as you felt a furred hand cup the side of your face, the feeling of breaths hitting your face. Your eyes slowly cracked open to the wolf thiren's face right in front of yours, panting and moaning with little to no shame before he smiled. "So pretty like this Y/N..." He said before his leaned down to begin pressing kisses to the side of your neck.

Briefly, the thought of whether or not this was a part of the training flashed in the front of your mind. But...as quick as it came, it was gone. You wanted to believe that...he wasn't following some manual when it came to his actions, that they were meant just for you and you alone. "You're so wet, making so much noise...I think I was right in my earlier suggestion hm? Maybe you will do better as my toy."

You shook your head. "Don't lie." He lightly nipped your shoulder, the sharp sudden pain being just what you needed to throw you over the edge before...Lycaon's ears moved to the sound of gushing and the feeling of wetness splashing against his pants and a bit of his thighs.

Without a second thought, his fingers shot down to gather some of your cum onto his fingers before he tasted you, a groan rumbling out as he almost shocked himself with how fast he got hard again. But before he could mention it, much less suggest it, when Lycaon returned his gaze to you. He saw you passed out against his chest, the very sight making him laugh ever so quietly before he sighed.

He supposed he was feeling a touch bit generous...he expected you to cum within seconds of fucking yourself onto his cock but it took you longer than that! To the point, he actually began to worry about cumming first or not! Although he had a mind not to be, he decided to be generous and forgiving seeing as you fucked him until the point of total exhaustion on your point.

He'd give you a passing A+ for effort.

[starrunez]

Freminet x reader: boyfriend head-canons

You thought it was funny at first, teasing your quiet, blushing boyfriend about how thorough he is. How he keeps a little leather-bound notebook in his toolkit. How he mumbles measurements under his breath

like a prayer.

Then you commissioned him to make you something personal. And Freminet? He treats it like a dive. Methodical. Obsessive.

Beautifully focused.

He measures you with his fingers first. Calls it "calibration." His thumb presses slow circles while his middle finger sinks knuckle deep into the trove of your pussy. he's counting seconds under his breath like you can't hear him. You can. You want to hear him.

"Three point two centimeters to your clit," he murmurs, forehead pressed to your thigh.

"Seven minutes forty-one seconds average to first orgasm."

You laugh breathlessly-and then he holds you right there on the edge for twelve agonizing minutes just to test your refractory window.

And he takes notes after.

The Repercussions

Here's the thing about Freminet. He's shy.

He stumbles over dirty talk. He goes pink when you grab his belt loops.

But his hands have memorized you.

Every ridge. Every flutter. The specific angle that makes your vision white out. The exact pressure that pulls those pretty little gasps he pretends not to collect like seashells.

He doesn't need to be bold. He just waits.

One night you're teasing him about being too gentle. "Come on, Fremi-"

He doesn't speak. Just slides two fingers inside, crooks them that way, and watches your mouth fall open. No movement. Just pressure. Just knowledge.

You cum in six seconds flat.

He blinks at you. "You were saying?"

The Bullying Tax

You learn fast: every time you tease him in public, he repays it in The Bullying Tax

You learn fast: every time you tease him in public, he repays it in private.

Pinch his cheek at the café? That night he's pulling orgasm four out of you with just his thumb on your clit and his pinky barely inside you, whispering "Are you going to be good now?" in that soft, devastating voice.

Call him "cute" during a fight? He'll edge you until you're crying his name, then stop completely and ask "Who's cute, again?"

The worst part? He looks sincere. Like he's genuinely asking. Like he hasn't already calculated exactly how many seconds until you break

Message or hold to speak

He builds you something eventually. A toy shaped from silicone he hand-poured, weighted perfectly, curved exactly to that spot he found on the third test run.

But you barely use it.

Because why would you, when Freminet already knows-when he can make you cum with two fingers and a look? When he can map your pleasure like the ocean floor he loves so much, every trench and current memorized?

He's not controlling.

He's just so thorough.

The sweet spot he found on the third test run.

But you barely use it.

Because why would you, when Freminet already knows-when he can make you cum with two fingers and a look? When he can map your pleasure like the ocean floor he loves so much, every trench and current memorized?

He's not controlling.

He's just thorough.

And you? You've stopped teasing him.

Mostly.

(He's got a new notebook page ready for when you slip.)

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╭﹕ღ﹒𝗫𝗶𝗮𝗼, 𝗧𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶 & 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶 𝗮𝘀 𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 (NSFW)

⤷ 𝐓𝐖: dead dove do not eat: obsessive tendencies, noncon/dubcon, forced impregnation, kidnapping, exhibiotism implied (venti), hung!venti, sado-masochism, noncon somnophilia, manipulation, blackmail, unhealthy relationship, unhealthy dynamic, noncon/dubcon relationship, marking, omorashi, spitting, perverse behavior, choking, drugging implied (tighnari), babytrapping (tighnari), abuse of power (tighnari), mentions of murder, f!reader, lmk if i miss any<3

• You have read the warnings, you know what you are getting into; if you choose to read it and get upset, don't say I didn't warn you.

♥︎ PART ONE

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈!

— THE DUAL REJECTER (Xiao)

Xiao is probably one of the most inconsistent dude in list like this. He had a very 'double' like personality. On one hand, he likes to act cold-shouldered, nonchalant, and yet at the same time he looooves to stare over your figure, taking a stare at the way your body moves. He's like a silent pervert. Like he has this tendencies where he would say things that are contradictionary: that he doesn't desire you but the way his eyes move, his body language, it seems like it does the opposite.

That said, i think Xiao would be a guy who would've prob be.. more attracted to a reader who's open minded. Not open minded as in political field but more so that, they're more — gullible. He can feed you lies and excuses of why he kept staring at your thicc ass or the way your hips sways when you walked upstair without risking a part of his ego or his reputation, i mean he's this legendary warrior! theres no way he'd kneel down for someone — let alone a mortal like you. On the other hand, he'd def try to force himself upon you when you're asleep, tearing your walls with no mind of what you're feeling — he's probably doing it since thats the only time he can do his action without having to hear you yaps about all sorta criminal stuff, though he lowkey don't care. He'd wrap his arms around your mouth if you started to yelp or choke you out just to send you to lay unconscious, not fully dead but just to keep you passive for a bit.

He's definitely gonna blackmail you the second you started having another partner because there's no way he's gonna let that happened esp after he had felt, and utterly got addicted with your pussy. He's probably already killed whoever that fucker is before going to blackmail you. He'd promise you he'd kept you safe for eternity if it means you'd be his and his only forever. At the cost — you're not gonna see another sky again.

— THE DESPICABLE WISE (Tighnari)

Tighnari, is definitely a little bit similiar to Xiao, but also different. The thing is, he also has a thing if you're somewhat of a gullible, naïve type of person. But on the other hand, he's not gonna hold back his feelings for you, at least not in a 'nonchalant wannabe' type of way, no. He'll coats his action in concern over you, i mean why else would he, THE Tighnari, kept his eyes off of your abdomen like he's about to knock you up one or two babies? it's because people are sick! who knows you'll get impregnated or taken forcibly by whom?

One thing that makes Tighnari a terrifying dude to have as a yandere is because he fully knows the extent of his knowledge and power, and authority to that matter. He's damn smart, intelligent and experienced. Because of such skills he can sometimes exploit them in order to gain you, your trust or in other ways around: tearing you apart using just those skill traits he had. He's also the type to murder someone using social pinning rather than full blown physical brute. Not that he's unable to, he just hates the dirt that it gets on him, especially because he always get so pent up after doing all of that he just wants to pump you full, and he will NOT do that when his entire body is covered with someone else's blood, dirt and shit.

Def will kidnap you, and will reason it as another concern that he expressed or felt towards you. Whether you fell for his bullshit or not doesn't really matter since the second you're in within his cage, man — you're not gonna get out once again. Also, lets keep in mind you're probably gonna have a couple of babies coming in. Don't ask me how but it may be answered from how much drugging pills he had around the place he hold you in. So uh, is he still your dream yandere?

— THE HELPLESS ARCHON (Venti)

Venti — is an entirely different kind of breed out of the two. And hear me out on this one: he'll be a massive sado-masochist. And no i'm not joking, i need you to stay with me for a sec. Think about it, this dude is arguably one of, if not the weakest archon in teyvat. He's weak not just to his enemies but also to his own desire, like lets not forget this femboy-looking god is an alcoholic beer maniac.

The same weakness of desire also applies to you — bro the second he gets attracted to you, you're gonna get a one slime stucked onto your hair because he WILL NOT leave you alone. He's not the type to force himself upon you brute by brute like Xiao or Tighnari. He'd force you on edge by demanding so much that you can't help but just obey to let him leave you alone later on. He'd ask you to jump on top of him, rides his dick which i hc he'd have a very massive-in-length dick — he'd have you felt like as if you were being penetrated by a wooden stick or something, didn't even matter if you're bigger than him cus he's gonna rock the fuck out of your thighs. He'd demand you to spit on him, and in return he's gonna spill some piss inside you. He'd marks his name onto you and also — demands you to do the same to him. Def the freakiest shit in the entire show, arguably. Aside from someone like Childe definitely. Despite his small body he'd have his stamina pumped out especially after he just drinked a beer, you'd feel like you were fucking with a straight on straight up sex addict.

Also very possessive, like very very. He'd clings on you all the time, anywhere and with anyone. If you tried to break up with him in whatever nonconsensual relationship y'all have in hushed and whispery voice he'd straight up yelp at your ears and everyone's within a certain radius to not leave him alone when y'all in the literal market. Also, he'd have you fuck him straight on top of the hand statue of his own self lmao, doesn't care if anyone ever noticed because he just wants to show the world of how much he loves and obsesses over you. That's just how he shows it, i guess?

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Sweeter than Wine

"please, beloved..- just one more okay? i know you can handle it, just a little more- hah.."

after spending most of his time practicing new songs to play at the tavern, writing poems, and letters of his love for you; venti was a bit exhausted. so as soon as you came back home from commissions, venti was all over you already.

his thumb tracing small little shapes on your skin while thrusting up into you for the third time, or was it the fourth?

ventis lips were parted, and swollen, hair messy, his grip on your hips slightly more shaky and loose than before. he started to get slightly overstimulated, his hips stuttering with every sloppy thrust, each at a fast pace but barely going deep enough.

he just wanted to hear you one more time

"mh.. your moans are so beautiful- so sweet... m-may i hear that sweet voice of yours more, my muse..? i wanna hear you- r-right there yes? mngh..!"

i wrote this at like 4am then fell asleep 😥 i had to write something lmao (i have like 5 requests in my inbox rn)

ive never written smut in my life before ts is so ahh

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lord... saw someone mention babytrapping with lohen and can't stop thinking about mutually obsessed weirdos lohen x reader 'fighting' over whos trapping who here like they arent both way too into it 😭 everyone in mondstadt has CONCERNS about the idea of either of you reproducing let alone together

Hi Anon,

I'm not sure why, maybe I forgot English, but I feel like I didn't really write this correctly? I wanted to post this earlier, but I kept getting ideas, so I might have lost the narrative. Regardless, Reader/Lohen really want that baby, and they will get it by any means necessary except for actually sitting down and having an honest conversation about wanting kids.

It’s not as though this is the first time you’ve gone along with Lohen’s whims, all while working toward your own hidden agenda. Somewhere along the way, you stopped asking whether this was a good idea and started asking what would work. Like that time during a celebration with the Knights, when everyone started dropping like flies except for the Grandmaster. A new batch of wine and a surpringly low tolerance to alcohol from knights who drink rather frequently. Who would have thought? You had been sprawled on the ground, staring up at the night sky, by the time Lohen hauled you into his arms and carried you back to your shared tent. It was nice being lifted so effortlessly, tucked securely against his warmth, that you forgot to mention you'd swapped your drink for juice before the festivities had even begun. Varka had been there the next morning and looked far too concerned about the whole situation, but you told him it was fine. It had been easier than explaining why you hadn't done anything to stop it.

In hindsight, maybe you could have sat down with Lohen and had an honest conversation about your relationship. Unfortunately, you'd already committed to a much worse idea, and there was no backing out now.

"Gonna' cum-" Lohen groans into the curve of your shoulder, his face tucked against your neck. Bloody bite marks litter your skin, sitting far too high for your clothes to hide, and you know he did it on purpose just to be a brat. You're going to get so many pained looks tomorrow. The entire city is going to know exactly what the two of you have been up to. Again. Though you suppose you cannot exactly play the innocent card. Not when you spend far too much time standing in front of the mirror, absentmindedly tracing the indents and bruises scattered across your skin. Not when your nails are stained red from how often you pick at the scabs, never quite giving them enough time to heal properly.

"Y-You need to- ah! You... hah-You need to pull out," Your words cut off in a whine as Lohen jostles you higher in his arm. His fingers dig into your thighs as he adjusts his hold, folding you closer against him. Your stomach clenches, both because he's attempting to carve a space for his dick there and it's working, and the weightlessness now that your back isn't supported against the wall anymore. Everything but your shoulder and head is relying entirely on Lohen's strength, and your heart flutters at the display of strength. It's your second-favourite thing about him.

"Yeah, yeah, 'heard you the first time," Lohen is infuriatingly blasé about your stipulation, too busy making the most of you finally letting him fuck you raw. He's been away for weeks working on a solo mission. Something about an auction, though you cannot be entirely sure those were the exact words when you had been too distracted by sucking on his tongue. Regretfully, your gaze drifts down to the floor, where two broken condoms lie discarded nearby. Two failures in a row seem unlikely enough to be bad luck rather than anything else. Probably just a bad batch. It would be a shame to end the night over so soon, so as long as he pulls out, everything will be fine.

He's surely wasting no time making up for the weeks he spent away, returning all of his pent-up desire tenfold as he fucks into you mercilessly. His hips never stop moving as he holds your thighs apart, keeping you pinned between him and the wall. It feels deliriously good, enough to leave you dizzy with it, your body clenching around his cock, sucking him in deeper. In, out, in, out, in, in, in-

"Hey."

Your hands fly to his face, pulling him down until he's forced to meet your gaze. It's the clearest your eyes have been all night. You draw him closer, your lips brushing his as you whisper the words directly against them.

"If you cum in me, I'll get pregnant."

There is nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and the sting of nails digging into each other's skin as Lohen stares at you with half-lidded, clouded eyes. Then, like the stupid little pervert he is, his cock twitches inside of you. Warm thick cum floods where it shouldn't, and you're too stunned that Lohen seriously just came at that. Only when you feel yourself being lowered gently to the ground does he let out a quiet grunt, pulling out to watch your combined slick and cum ooze out of you, little wet sounds splattering onto the floor.

"You-" you're about to bitch and cry, ready to find the nearest object to break over his head because this isn't fair! If you seriously get pregnant from this, you're going to drug him and ride him until his hips snap in half! Your murderous thoughts come to an abrupt halt when you hear giggling. Lohen has a hand clamped over his mouth in a pathetic attempt to muffle it, but with how hard he's trying and failing to hold back a full laugh, it isn't working. His head tips low enough that his bangs fall across his face, and his other hand scoops the cum that leaked onto the floor. Lighting his hand, he slightly spreads his fingers before dipping them into his mouth to suck clean, and you frown at how gross he's being again. The cum is supposed to go into you; has he never attended a sex ed class before?

A soft pop sounds when he pulls his now-clean fingers from his mouth. He pushes his sweat-damp hair back, finally giving you a clear view of his face, and you shiver at his expression. That same deranged smile still plays at the corners of his lips, but his eyes look almost blown wide, so dark you could swear they're glowing red. He plants his hands on either side of your head and leans over you until his shadow swallows you whole, until all you can see is him.

It's hot. You're breathing each other's air, neither of you making any effort to pull away. Your legs remain locked around his waist, and he doesn't move back to give you space. You can feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest just as surely as he can feel yours. Occasionally, you wonder how you let it get this bad. How someone could have such a monopoly over your life to the point you'd find any reason to keep them with you.

"You still think I'm the one being trapped?"

Before you can answer, his hands fall back to your thighs, and with a single pull, you're flat on your back again, your knees bent so far they nearly brush your head. He cracks his neck, then proceeds to slam in so hard you can feel him in your throat. So hard that you see stars behind your eyes. Hard enough that every coherent thought scatters, dissolving into nothing but a barely intelligible string of Lohen, baby, Lohen, baby.

When you manage to look up at him, you find his gaze already fixed on your face. You can feel the intensity of it as he takes in your parted lips, the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, the fresh bite marks blooming darker against your neck. You see the tenseness of Lohen's mouth, still smiling but undeniably strained from pleasure, pleasure that you're giving him, drowning him in-

Lohen grunts under his breath, closing his eyes, enjoying the feeling of you swallowing every inch of him. He looks like a man on a mission, teeth grinding together, you can almost hear them crack from how tense his jaw is. His fingers bend at odd angles, lifting you and slamming you down that nearly gives you whiplash at each push and pull against sensitive nerves. At this point, you're more of a sleeve than an actual human being. You couldn't imagine anyone touching you like this, let alone fucking you. Thank the Archons, you hadn't done this on a table. Jean might actually kick both of you out if you showed up asking for another budget increase to replace broken furniture. Considering the look she'd given you after the bookshelf incident, you'd be lucky if she didn't start assigning the two of you retraining orders.

"S-Slow- slow- down-! You promised you- you wouldn't!!" You sob, fat tears slipping from your eyes. Despite your words, your nails dig into his skin, your ankles digging into his back to pull him closer. You'll fucking kill him if he doesn't cum in you again.

"Shut up-" Lohen rarely curses, so it's always a treat to hear him lose that princely appearance. Not that you have long to relish in your small victory when his hand slams beside your head, cracking the floor from the strength of his fist. With half your support gone, you feel yourself tilting to the side, the sudden movement making you tense up, clamping down on him. He lets out a low hiss, leaning forward to fully pin your body to the ground, as he buries himself deep on one last particularly bone-shattering thrust. You let your head drop harshly onto the floor as he cums, a burst of warmth that fills your stomach. You're shaking in his arms as his hips instinctively grind to ride out the waves that went on far longer than usual, throbbing in heavy pulses as he somehow dumps even more cum into you. It feels so good that you can't help but follow him, finally letting that wire inside you snap free.

You both don’t move for a while, just taking the time to catch your breath and settle back into each other’s presence. It has been getting increasingly lonelier each time Lohen gets sent halfway across the world. While you can understand his role as vice-captain, you don't appreciate seeing him fewer and fewer times. You move your hand to settle over your stomach, hope in your eyes, that hopefully now he'll have a better reason to stay.

“Sorry, I know I promised, but I couldn’t resist,” he says easily, voice soft as he presses a few lingering kisses to your cheek, yet making no move to pull out, “I’ll get you something for it tomorrow morning, alright?”

With your body fully caged in by Lohen, there's no wiggle room for you to kick him away or knee him in the gut to let you go. It's almost as if the past few minutes never existed. That same deceptively gentle smile sits on his lips, eyes catching faintly in the low light as he moves his hand on top of yours, lacing your fingers together. He raises it, pressing a small kiss on the back of your hand, whispering, "Don’t worry, nothing bad will happen."

Tomorrow morning, when you are still sleepy and woozy, Lohen will coax you into opening your mouth so he can slip in the same two white tablets, and you will groan and complain the entire time. They're oddly sweet for morning-after pills, and you've never been fond of sugar.

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Spare some venti smut for his birthday to the poor? I don't know how to write for shit and I'm desperate for this man💔

I'm even willing to do tiny doodles in exchange 🥹