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ꕥ I mainly write for HSR and Genshin with a female reader in mind, but I also write for GN. Feel free to ask me if I write for anyone/anything else! I rarely dabble into darker topics such as yandere but feel free to send in a request for that too if you've got an idea.
ꕥOther fandoms I write for: GoT, HOTD, Middle Earth, AKOTSK.
ꕥ I do NOT write: incest/stepcest, pedophilia, vore, male!reader, cc x cc, cheating tropes, diapers and age play.
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-where the loser of the round has to strip away a piece of clothing.ᐟ.ᐟ
Contents: Jing Yuan x Reader, MDNI, no smut but heavily suggestive, reader has woman's body(wears a bra), I did not properly proof read this so beware of that, I just wanted to share the brainrot.. I may continue this or try writing again the same theme, who knows
A/N: Been a while since I wrote anything, have y'all missed me? I missed writing.. I miss Jing Yaun too. Anway, I do hope y'all enjoy this! <3
Words: 1616
The aroma of heavy incense clung to the ceiling and the walls while the sound of running water from the bird fountain outside represented something you so desperately yearned for - movement. Your cheek rested in your palm, your finger tapping against your cheekbone as the yellow chess pieces in front of you taunted you with their odd placements across the board. You were well aware of how they all got there, of course, but the risk of losing made even the smartest actions feel redundant, especially considering the fact you were the player with the less amount of pieces now.
Across from you sat Jing Yuan in all his leisurely glory, sitting down with one knee propped up and his elbow on it in order to make himself the perfect arm rest for his head. He was missing his coat and boots, while you were out of your shoes and pants. The honey gold gaze was never too far from your parted thighs as you sat criss-cross before the Kang table.
“Good fortunes come to those that wait, is that not how the saying goes?” he had hummed out during your previous action round, where you were taking even longer to think about your next move before finally moving your knight across the board. It was reminiscent of something backhanded, if only he didn’t mean it in a teasing manner you would have taken some offense, since he was the one waiting, and you weren’t keen on the idea of letting him win. His fingers flex before he grabs for his piece, making it dash across the board in a diagonal line until he is effectively threatening two of your pieces.
“You know.. you really can be so infuriating sometimes. I mean- Strip Chess, really? For a General I’d expect a more refined taste in these kinds of…courting” you muse, half in thought and half present as your eyes move over your available pieces and possible sacrifices.
“My, my.. You forget that a General is human after all” Jing Yuan chuckles, that deep sound that makes your head feel as if it’s filled with cotton late at night, “And I am certainly not above the ways of human whims and flights of fancy, especially concerning such a lovely presence. Besides, when have I ever refused to play chess with you?” His focus has turned to you, observing you gently, his expression yielding little to his true feelings hiding inside those golden eyes.
“You’re the one who proposed this game this time around, not me.”
It proved a bit hard to focus on the board alone, and your eyes kept glancing from the board up to him and back to the board again. Then your eyes caught something you failed to notice beforehand - the perfect opening to pin his King. Your eyes must’ve given something away - perhaps the rising of your eyebrows in surprise or the glint that flickered across your eyes - since Jing Yuan’s sights were going down to the board again.
Before he could comprehend what got you to react in such a way, your hand snapped forth and rushed to move your queen piece in position, your heart hammering in excitement and triumph as the piece slammed down, the room echoing with the words “Check mate!”
The General stares in shock, the corners of his features and his eyes softening to let in genuine curiosity and surprise seep through. For the briefest of moments there was no sound of the fountain or the birds or the wind, only your bated breath.
Then Jing Yuan shattered the silence and set everything in motion once more with a hearty laugh that showed the subtle canines in his mouth, his eyes squinting and closing shut in mirth at the realization of what your victory meant.
“What a surprise. And here I thought I surely had you cornered. How did you manage to escape so narrowly…” he tuts and clicks his tongue, a small shake of his head makes his lovely thick mane move side to side, a stray piece falling over his eye. “Well, what will it be?” He looks your way again, as if he hadn’t been ogling you all throughout the game, giving you the choice in what he removes next.
Your reply comes swiftly, carrying on the still drumming heart which emboldened your mind. “Your shirt has gotta go, General”- you said in such a sing-song way, devoid of shame or doubt.
“While I have no objections to your decision -” he began, reaching for the hem, pulling it up in a way that was way too slow in your opinion, agonizing, and for a split moment you had half the mind to call him out on it, “-but would that not impede your…judgement in the next round, hm?”
“I don’t think that should be your concern. What’s more, it could very well be in your favor” you tell him as you began organizing the pieces, trying to district yourself, even momentarily, from the view of his delicious pecs as he slid his shirt off and set it aside. “And what do you take me for, anyway? I am not too easily swayed”... what a lie. You knew it, he knew it.
Jing Yuan only smiled at you, motioning for you to open the round this time.
What would have gotten rather dull by the third round only became more enticing by the fourth to you and your General. The delayed satisfaction and the chase of getting the other to a state of undress first did wonders to have you both pent up, hurrying your movements, letting pieces succumb to defeat quicker and quicker than the last rounds. Jing Yuan was down to his undergarments and so were you.
A part of you did wonder whether the General was letting you win at times, only to sate your own desire, or perhaps to see the triumph sparkle in your eyes, or the triumphs you got so far were truly yours.
It mattered little as the round ended abruptly when Jing Yuan slid one of his knights forth, putting it in line with your King. Your Queen was on the other end of the board and your King had nowhere else to run. Your hand awkwardly hovered over the King piece, your mouth opening and closing like that of a fish out of water, your mind too far ahead with imagining what his reaction would have been to you moving your bishop half way, failing to catch up to the fact you just lost the round. A sudden flush came over you when it dawned upon you.
A feeling comparable to that of a balloon full to bursting filled your chest, tightening around your throat as you looked at your man across the table, ignoring the obvious signs of arousal that strained against his underwear. He looked too calm for his own good, you thought as your eyes swept over his features, thinking how good it would be to wipe that handsome smirk off his face.
“What is it now? Don’t tell me you’re chickening out now.. We’re so far in, my sweet.”
“..I am not chickening out…” you said with a huff, a nervous smile stretching your lips to your cheeks, frustrating you in the ways your body didn’t want to listen to you.
“You’ve become shy then?”
“Absolutely not. I have nothing to be shy or embarrassed about-”
“How about you accept my offer to help you out then? The General, in the end, is more than willing to lend a helping hand to those in need of aid.” A wink accompanies his words and you feel like you’re melting, your heart having become a furnace and your body a forge of desire. You watch as Jing Yuan leans back on his hand, his thighs spread in such a fine way it would make a blind person drool, and he pats his thigh, beckoning you over wordlessly.
And who are you to deny?
You pad over on bare feet, sinking down to your knees to straddle his thigh, the warmth of it beneath you sending hot thrill through your veins. Jing Yuan is on you in no time, leaning forward and nosing at your neck while his large hands, calloused from centuries of handling the hilt of a blade, find your waist and hips. One hand slides to the back and glides up your spine with a delicate touch that leaves goosebumps in its wake.
The hand on your hip goes downward, grabbing at the back of your thigh to swing it over him so you are straddling him completely and he relishes in the hitched breath and the flush, warm skin beneath his teeth. His fingers find the clip that holds your bra,struggling with it and pawing at it lazily until it gives out, going slack on your form - but he doesn’t remove the garment right away.
His lips find the pulse on your neck and he abuses the way it makes you squirm and gasp, your hands threading through his silvery hair. You feel the sliding of his fingers on your spine again, this time going downward, coming to the point of your underwear, his fingers slipping underneath and then his whole hand, cupping a healthy amount of your ass in his palm.
Suddenly, he is flipping you both over and you find your back pressed to the ground, his warm body above you, his hair tickling your cheeks while he gazes down at you with hunger and love in equal measures. The balloon was about to burst.
“Let’s get you out of these confinements now, then. It is well overdue..”
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A gift for a friend's bday who allowed me to share this with the starved Ashveil nation. Come and get y'alls food!! And everyone say happy birthday to my pookie
I want Mydei to fuck my throat while he’s on his throne. <3
That’s it, that’s the request.
A/n: yes. I agree anon.. I need that kremnoan so bad bro. Anyway, hope you like this little thing! I think I've become a bit rusty with smut or writing in general.. </3
Contents: NSFW drabble, MDNI, Mydei x GN! Reader, use of you/yours, giving Mydei a bj on his throne teehe, not proof read
Words: 833
The ground has never been a more welcoming place to land on. The buckling of your knees that showed no hesitation or second thought as your hands mapped their sinful way upward towards Mydei’s belt, brushing aside the hanging cloth, all while watching his legs spread apart to make room for your body to slot itself in between.
The bounce of red light across his features made him all the more striking, making him look flushed and imposing all the same and with the glint in his golden eyes failing to hide his own twisting hunger. It seemed as if the crystals hummed beneath one of his armored fingers, like a rim of a glass. But to your ears only one source of sound mattered - his mouth.
His free hand had slid down his thighs, waiting as he observed you fumbling with the buckles of the belt and huffing a low chuckle when it took you too long, in turn making your brows twist in frustration. The fresh air hit him on the newly exposed skin like cold ointment and quickly after he was suppressing a groan, feeling your tongue on the underside of his cock. Gleaming eyes and desperate hands and even more eager lips made for a sight Mydei could not resist. His lips fell ajar and breathed out, shuddering as you licked up to the tip and suckled on it, his cock giving a twitch at the sensation rippling through him and firing up the ends of his nerves. The caress he delivers to your head, brushing back hairs and encouraging you to look up at him, nearly feels innocent, like a flutter of a moth’s delicate wings. Yet, the following, sinful sounds that spill from his mouth are anything but.
Mydei’s hips bucked into your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat as you struggled to take in any more, but the dizzy desperation made you all the more stubborn to ever part, or to give up from giving this man the best head he’d ever get in any lifetime.
You shoved yourself closer, knees hitting the foot of the throne he sat on, your hands all over him while you worked in a tandem with the bucking of his hips. The delectable groans and moans you coaxed out of his lips, the ones he did his best to suppress with gritting of teeth and biting of his lip, were only fuel to the fire you wished to swallow you both.
The once gentle and caressing hand on the back of your head had turned into an anchor of his fingers tangled in your hair, pleading and pulling and guiding you up and down his throbbing length as his high tightened something within him. A small part of you thought about pulling back just in time before he spilled across your tongue, to tease him, rile him up to the point of him turning you onto his throne and bending you in half to give it to you, but for once you decided to play fair and reward him with the tighter press of your tongue against his underside, feeling the one prominent vein trailing from his base and up. He shuddered and croaked a hoarse sound, his chin tipping up and his eyes screwing shut as he chased pleasure so readily given.
You hummed, observing him with half lidded glassy eyes, one of your hands settling at his base and giving his jewels some well deserved love. He cursed under his breath, the prominent kremnoan words familiar to your ears, yet so far away in the moment, their significance erased by the feel of desperation radiating from the tightening of his fingers and the sloppy pace at which he began bucking his hips. He sank as low as you could, taking him in your mouth until you were sure you’d gag, and again and again, the wetness siding down to his base and making his cock glisten every time you’d pull back.
Finally, Mydei’s mouth opened in a soundless groan, his body going stiff while his cock spilled the salty reward in your mouth, which you swallowed eagerly until not a drop remained in him. You pulled back with a wet pop, a thin trail of saliva connecting your lower lip to his tip which soon broke away. You panted, watching him heave and flutter his pretty eyes as he collected his bearings. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed before tipping his head down to look at you, licking your wet lips clean as a satisfied smile spread across them. His fingers massaged against your nape, sweet motions of the cool metal claws against your skin sending goosebumps to bloom across your skin.
“Come on here..” he whispered, voiced deep and alluring, gravel wrapped in velvet. And with a pull of his hands he pulled you into his lap, now watching you with a dazed smirk that only promised to give more.
Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
Been feeling not so positive about my own body and my trick to healing thee pesky insecurities is to draw Jien. She's gorgeous man :(
Mydei can't get enough of her
This was a nice little anatomy practice too tbh I hope to do more of these. I've been really doing lots of nude art lately and I really do love it. It feels really intimate
A/n: Request for this anon. I'm very funny with the title, I know.
Contents: 18+, minors do not interact, Mydeimos x F!Reader, Mydei eating you out.
Words: 542
The cold darkness outside was forgotten and swallowed by the overbearingly warm, orange glow of the dozen candles burning within your chambers. The stone walls gained a brush of red and orange glow to them, and from behind your hazy, fluttering eyelids each stone seemed to merge into the one next to it, dancing a watery dance as your back arched against the plush sheets of the bed with Mydei’s disheveled hair pulled taut between your fingers.
His tongue pushed flat against your folds before making a long trip up to your sensitive clit. His eyes were burning along with the candlelight, boring into the rising and falling of your chest and the plump mounds on top, one of which he was fondling with one hand, pinching at the hardened nipple and drawing a filthy sound out of your shy mouth.
Mydei had been over you the entire evening, lounging on the sofa with you tracing his hands all over your curves, along your legs, his lips brushing against the side of your neck, nosing at your hair. You had giggled at him, touched him back, but as night crept in and your lips met together, the fire in him burst up sky high, setting you ablaze in the process. He had mouthed at your neck, a goosebump inducing mix of tenderness and haste as he undressed you with calloused hands. In his wake he left blooming red marks and your hand standing on the ends as he kissed his way down your stomach and between your legs where you were already soaked.
One hand held onto the side of your thigh. The fingers were digging into flesh and were sure to leave marks come morning.
With the flat of his tongue he drove his tongue up from your hole again, now pausing to suckle at your clit and treat it to a succession of quick licks and kisses that left you whining and begging for more. Usually Mydei would have said something at that, teased you, praised you, but now he didn’t even do that, only dedicated himself further to the craft of unraveling you. The hand on your breast disappeared and brushed down your sides, cupping your ass briefly before his fingers brushed at your entrance, collecting the slick and pushing in slowly.
And when you began to keen and push back against his mouth, needing more and more, more, more - Mydeimos did not stop, just as desperate to feel you crash and burn, desperate to taste you on his tongue. His hips rutted senselessly into the mattress, his cock hard and throbbing. But his mind was swimming. He couldn’t think.
Only he loves you, he needs you like a man needs air. He groans against you like an animal as he feels your walls clenching around his two digits, your thighs shaking as you gasp for breath amidst the senseless sounds of your moans. One more tug at his hair, the pressing of your thighs at the side of his head muffling his hearing, the throb of his cock - it is all so overwhelming, so intoxicating.
Oh how he loves you when you finally come, whining and crying, panting for breath and he just can’t get enough of you.
Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
ꕥ Not overly active but this is a place where I'll be posting NSFW content about my favorite characters
ꕥ This is an 18+ blog, Minors Do Not Interact
ꕥ I mainly write for HSR and Genshin with a female reader in mind, but I also write for GN. Feel free to ask me if I write for anyone/anything else! I rarely dabble into darker topics such as yandere but feel free to send in a request for that too if you've got an idea.
ꕥOther fandoms I write for: GoT, HOTD, Middle Earth, AKOTSK.
ꕥ I do NOT write: incest/stepcest, pedophilia, vore, male!reader, cc x cc, cheating tropes, diapers and age play.
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A/n: Request for this anon. I'm very funny with the title, I know.
Contents: 18+, minors do not interact, Mydeimos x F!Reader, Mydei eating you out.
Words: 542
The cold darkness outside was forgotten and swallowed by the overbearingly warm, orange glow of the dozen candles burning within your chambers. The stone walls gained a brush of red and orange glow to them, and from behind your hazy, fluttering eyelids each stone seemed to merge into the one next to it, dancing a watery dance as your back arched against the plush sheets of the bed with Mydei’s disheveled hair pulled taut between your fingers.
His tongue pushed flat against your folds before making a long trip up to your sensitive clit. His eyes were burning along with the candlelight, boring into the rising and falling of your chest and the plump mounds on top, one of which he was fondling with one hand, pinching at the hardened nipple and drawing a filthy sound out of your shy mouth.
Mydei had been over you the entire evening, lounging on the sofa with you tracing his hands all over your curves, along your legs, his lips brushing against the side of your neck, nosing at your hair. You had giggled at him, touched him back, but as night crept in and your lips met together, the fire in him burst up sky high, setting you ablaze in the process. He had mouthed at your neck, a goosebump inducing mix of tenderness and haste as he undressed you with calloused hands. In his wake he left blooming red marks and your hand standing on the ends as he kissed his way down your stomach and between your legs where you were already soaked.
One hand held onto the side of your thigh. The fingers were digging into flesh and were sure to leave marks come morning.
With the flat of his tongue he drove his tongue up from your hole again, now pausing to suckle at your clit and treat it to a succession of quick licks and kisses that left you whining and begging for more. Usually Mydei would have said something at that, teased you, praised you, but now he didn’t even do that, only dedicated himself further to the craft of unraveling you. The hand on your breast disappeared and brushed down your sides, cupping your ass briefly before his fingers brushed at your entrance, collecting the slick and pushing in slowly.
And when you began to keen and push back against his mouth, needing more and more, more, more - Mydeimos did not stop, just as desperate to feel you crash and burn, desperate to taste you on his tongue. His hips rutted senselessly into the mattress, his cock hard and throbbing. But his mind was swimming. He couldn’t think.
Only he loves you, he needs you like a man needs air. He groans against you like an animal as he feels your walls clenching around his two digits, your thighs shaking as you gasp for breath amidst the senseless sounds of your moans. One more tug at his hair, the pressing of your thighs at the side of his head muffling his hearing, the throb of his cock - it is all so overwhelming, so intoxicating.
Oh how he loves you when you finally come, whining and crying, panting for breath and he just can’t get enough of you.
Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
Hi i actually want to submit a request but after seeing you do not write cc x cc is it also applied to polyamory?? Just wanted to ask if you do not write it then it's ok!! 🫶🫶
I could write poly relationships tbh! But most focus will still be on those reader x ccs relationships, not so much between ccxcc themselves, if that makes sense.
A bit of an odd request but could we get a nsfw threesome fanfic with both Kaveh and Veritas? If you're not comfortable doing so, either of them on their own would be fine!
A/n: Thank you for your request! We are crossing the multiverse with this one >:) I missed writing anything Ratio related tbh. Anyway, didn't write a threesome in a while so I hope you like this little drabble! Enjoy!
Contents: Kaveh x Reader x Dr. Ratio, you/yours used, reader has female anatomy
Warnings: 18+, MDNI
Words: 687
The firm squeeze of your walls had Kaveh groaning, leaning over your back as his hands gripped your hips, his mouth falling open in a heavy huff. “Goodness, look at how desperate you have gotten- I won’t go anywhere” came his voice full of desire, a soft purr in your ear as a chuckle falling from his lips as he adjusted himself behind you, hips flush against your rear.
You would have responded, were it not for Veritas’ cock stuffed in your mouth. A moan vibrated through your throat, brows furrowed and pupils dilated as you looked up at the man in front of you, one of his big hands coming up to brush the hair from your eyes, the fingers carding through to the back of your head where he gripped you tight.
“What a needy little thing you are..” Veritas clicked his tongue. With the hand in your hair he pushed himself further past your lips, adjusting the rhythm to a more appropriate one. “Doesn’t help you are acting so distracted…” Despite his words, his lips held a ghost of a smirk, his eyes darkened by something you could not quite name in the moment with your mind a mush of swimming thoughts and primal needs.
Kaveh did not waste much time in collecting himself again and pulling out and sliding back in, your slick heat enveloping him in a hug that made him whine again. His hand traveled underside to stroke you right where it mattered once his thrusts began to spiral, rutting into you chasing his own high. You could almost see him, imagine him in your mind’s eye with his flushed cheeks and messy blonde hair, a bead of sweat running down his temple. His actions made you keen, eyes shut in pleasure as the tightness in your belly began to form, your legs hardly cooperative on the mission to keep you upright.
Ratio’s mouth hung ajar, his own cheeks dusted with faint traces of pink, his eyes narrowed as you took him in, your tongue swirling against the underside of his cock while your hand stroked him at the base. He had gone unusually quiet, his fingers curling tighter in your roots.
“That’s it..” Kaveh groaned, feeling your impending orgasm with how your walls squeezed at him, his hand holding onto your hip. “Let go, love, you can do it.”
Veritas groaned at the sight of you and at the feeling of your mouth closed around him. His head tipped back while his hand continued guiding you, his hips bucking up to meet your mouth half way. Huffing, his chest heaving, ears redder than before - he was close too.
Another moan, another lick to his underside and the tightening of your hand around his shaft and he spilled his seed on your tongue with a barely kept sound of a groan mixed with a whine. He pulled himself out from your mouth, holding you by the underside of your jaw now and making you look up at him, his eyes dark and lost within yours. “Be good and swallow, we don’t want to make a mess.”
It didn’t help you were so close, Kaveh’s thrusts rocking your body and his hand working diligently between your legs. You stared up at Ratio with big, pleading eyes and obeyed, feeling his warmth slip down your throat before showing him your tongue. “Well done..” Came a purr from him, his hand caressing your cheek in such a sweet manner that it rivaled the previously tight grip on your hair.
His hand then dipped lower, down your throat until it reached low enough to play with your chest, rolling the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger until you arched your back and cried out, your thighs shaking with your release as you clamped down on Kaveh, who pushed his forehead between your shoulder blades. Even as your orgasm was washing over you he kept thrusting, chasing his high at an even faster pace until he was spilling inside, making you feel ever warmer, now sandwiched between two handsome men who made your mind blank from pleasure.
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