perverted old man dottore whose physical body is somewhere between his 50’s and 60’s, with loose, aged skin, a cute belly, lots of body hair on his chest, arms, legs, stomach, etc, muscles that are softened but still functional, wrinkles here and there, and lots of scars.
perverted old man dottore who hired you In the lab both because you’re competent in your field, and you’re quite easy on the eyes. He was practically ogling you the entire interview, wearing a smile that told you you got the job.
perverted old man dottore who has very little concept of personal space around you. He’ll stand very close behind you while you test samples, or assign you to tasks that are almost always directly near him or in his line of sight.
You notice the pattern quickly because you are one of a decent amount of lab technicians that he doesn’t really care about, but he keeps calling on you for every little thing.
perverted old man dottore who puts your quarters closest to his, practically wall to wall. The other lab workers live a few floors below you in converted storage closets. You have the nice room with the window, heating that actually works, and a decent view of the snowy caps of Snezhnaya.
perverted old man dottore who installed a large mirror in your room shortly before you moved in, and you never thought twice about it. You especially never bothered to press your finger against the glass to check for a gap..
Though, when you’re changing or lounging around in little clothing, you swear the mirror makes noise.
perverted old man dottore who is on the other side of the mirror, gazing hungrily at your exposed body through the window on his side of the wall as he pumps his leaking cock, the flat of his palm pressed against his mouth to muffle his moans.
perverted old man dottore who cums all over the glass on his side where your body is visible, the liquid streaking down in rivulets.
You checked outside your window to see if it was raining.
perverted old man dottore whose back and joints aren’t quite what they used to be, and he often tasks you with massaging out the soreness while he takes off his shirt. You pretend not to see him getting hard when you press on his spine or shoulders just right.
perverted old man dottore who sneaks into your room when you’re gone and swipes a pair of your panties. He’ll wrap them around his cock or place them over his face to inhale the scent of your cunt as he fucks into his own fist, groaning pathetically into the fabric.
perverted old man dottore who constantly fantasizes about you on your knees in your lab uniform, choking on his cock while he pushes your head down further onto him. He’d much rather fill your mouth with his release than splatter it against his stomach (or the window ;3)
perverted old man dottore who gets bolder in his presence, brushing his hands against your waist or the back of your neck or pressing his nose into your hair when you’ve done well. His hands, greedy as they are, wish to do so much more to you. He loves to look down upon you and see that flush creep into your cheeks that just turns him on more.
perverted old man dottore learns that you have a fear of thunderstorms when a rare one passes through the area, prompting a soft, enticing knock on his bedroom door one night. He decides it’s go time.
perverted old man dottore will bring you in and wrap a blanket around your shoulders and reassure you that it’s all right, watching you tremble and whimper at every boom of thunder and eventually cling to him for comfort.
perverted old man dottore will run his hands soothingly up and down your sides to calm you down, slowly sliding lower and lower with each pass until he’s practically cupping your ass.
“Do you like that?”
perverted old man dottore who starts openly groping you when you ask him shyly not to stop, kneading your hips and ass and chest between his fingers as his hard on starts pressing insistently against your stomach.
perverted old man dottore guides you to sit between his legs at the edge of his bed, watching your smaller hand wrap around his aching cock and take the tip uncertainly between your lips.
perverted old man dottore who lives out his fantasy, watching you struggle for breath and tears well up in your eyes as you gag on his length. He’s gripping your hair in one hand and using it to push and pull your head just right as your warm mouth makes him cum, pushing you completely flush to him until your nose hits his pubic bone as he pumps his load directly into your stomach.
perverted old man dottore who is, admittedly, still just an old man, and needs some time to recharge before he can get hard again. He opts to devour your pussy while he waits, moaning into your folds as he shoves his tongue into your hole, hearing your sugary sweet cries and whimpers fill his ears.
perverted old man dottore who isn’t satisfied with making you cum just once, but wants to see you put in the work yourself, using his bad joints to get you on top. He’ll lean back against the headboard and pat his lap as his dick stands proud and leaking between his legs.
perverted old man dottore who uses one hand to guide your hips when you finally sink down onto him, feeling a slight bulge in your tummy from just how deep he was inside you.
perverted old man dottore let’s out huffs and groans and chuckles when he sees your thighs shake from the burn, impressed that you’re still pushing through, hands on his shoulders and hips slamming determinedly down onto his own.
perverted old man dottore will meet your blows with his ow upward thrusts, rubbing at your clit and calling you a good girl for taking his cock so well, for pleasing him so thoroughly.
perverted old man dottore doesn’t have the stamina he once did and cums pretty quickly inside you, but makes sure you get there too, able to make you come undone just as quickly with the years of experience he has behind him.
you lay on perverted old man dottore’s chest as you catch your breath, his hand running through your sweat slicked hair and praising you for doing so well. As you zoned out, your eyes finally caught view of the strange window at the far side of the wall…
tags: lots of possessiveness, manipulation (?), power dynamics, dom capitano, vulgar, explicit, fingering, facefucking, begging, degradation, penetration, creampie, you get the gist
wrd cnt: 2.5k
a/n: doja cat pls release generous ( lyrics from the song as title) and my life is YOURS… also partly inspired by the azeru audio….
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Droplets of a custom blend of his favorite drink, warm and slightly sweet hit the bottom of a porcelain cup.
It was just something you did, something you knew The Captain liked and as his assistant, routinely did.
This particular evening it was as if everyone in the nation needed you. A task, an errand, or just had to stop you in your tracks to his quarters for some idle chat.
It must have been several minutes longer than when he was expecting you, which was far too long to keep the Captain waiting; occupied against your will.
His tea was cold by now.
Finally, you ran over to his door. The runway-like carpet ending and small tiles lining the entryway to his office, guarded and sealed.
But you were a regular.
The guard knocked on the door, “Sir, your assistant has returned” he announced, waiting for an answer.
It took a few seconds, but you could hear a faint “Let her in”.
You sigh deeply and watch the giant doors open and shut behind you as you walk into the dimly lit room, only candles and small lamps lit across the table and crackling fireplace that remained behind The Captain’s seated body.
“Over and Over. I must have called you a thousand times? More or less.” He spoke, his voice clear even through the steel mask that adorned his face.
“I’m so sorry-“ You quickly respond, placing the cup on the edge of his desk and folding your hands together. “I got caught up with some others- a few harbingers as well needed my assistance.”
He straightened his legs, now standing in front of you, making you back up just slightly due to his large frame.
“It’s as if you’ve forgotten who you serve.” He said, the point of his gauntlet nail scratching the edge of your jaw and trailing down to your chin.
“Who kept you so long?” He asked, quickly adding “Never mind. Don’t tell me, I’d rather not know.”
You have trouble knowing where to look. Not wanting to cause any more trouble for yourself.
“Now that you’re here…maybe we should get started. You’ll probably need to stay overnight.” He mentioned.
You nod, agreeably to not seem like you’re eager to leave.
You sorted out all the intel Capitano had been collecting. There were piles of data, equipment, maps, and so much more. You were the only person he’d let touch them. It was common for you to stay late, as work never seems to dry out. It was also common for you to be whatever he wanted you to be. Errand runner, liaison…or his toy to let out his frustrations.
Everyone sees The Captain for what he puts on. Respectable and professional.
Most of the fatui honestly confess to enjoying working for him, as he has been much kinder than the others.
He can be, but he has his limits.
How can he be so kind to you when you’re late? You dared to keep him waiting.
“This is unlike you.” He says, noticing you yawn as you flip through the pages.
You blink your eyes a second too long, “Oh- I’m sorry I haven’t gotten much sleep, but I can keep working! Please don’t worry”. You assure.
“ I’m not worried, not for myself anyway.” He adds, kicking his feet up on the edge of the desk.
“Come here.” He urges you, forcing you to get off your small little table in the corner to his desk.
He flicks just one finger and you follow, taunting you to his lap.
“Yes- Captain?” You feel your throat get dry as you sit on his thigh, big enough to count as a seat.
“Is there anything…you need from me?” You ask, insinuating a more personal form of assistance.
He hikes his foot up higher on the table, creating a steep slope of his legs that drags you down and forces you into the crook of your lap, hands instinctively hitting his chest for balance.
“This isn’t for me. I think we need to wake you up.”
You felt a small shiver run up your spine when his hands landed on your hips, “How else will you finish all your work?” He adds.
You let out a small sigh as you felt his steel-clad fingers wrapping around your sides as if your ribs were now armored.
He slowly dragged them down your stomach, small points sliding down the sides of your thighs making you arch your back and grind onto his lap, earning a chuckle from him.
With swift motion, he grabs your throat; dropping his mask on the floor and letting it roll off somewhere.
Your body tenses, and you can see the most faint glimpses of his face; still hidden under the darkness of the room.
Deep and rich, he speaks to you, “Take off your clothes.”
Almost as if he’d conditioned your mind, you do so with no complaints.
He even helps, tugging up your shirt with the finger tip of his gauntlets as you pull it off. As your shirt falls to the floor, you stand before him in just your bra and skirt, your heart pounding in your chest. He doesn't waste any time, his hands moving to your back, deftly unhooking your bra with practiced ease. The straps slide down your arms, and your breasts spill free, bouncing lightly as they are finally released. His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you, exposed and vulnerable.
"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice dripping with approval. "Now the rest."
You slip your skirt down, letting it pool at your feet, and step out of it.
You stand there, naked and vulnerable, your breath hitching as Capitano's fingers trace the curve of your hips. His touch is firm yet deliberate, each movement sending shivers down your spine. Shadows play across his muscular frame, making him appear even more imposing as he pulls you back onto his lap, each leg now dangling off his sides.
"Spread your legs," he commands, his voice low and gravelly. The steel in his tone leaves no room for disobedience.
You hesitate for a brief moment, but the intensity in his dark blue eyes compels you to comply. You part your thighs, positioning yourself in his lap. The heat between your legs is almost unbearable, a stark contrast to the cool air brushing against your exposed skin. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your folds, another hand squeezing your breasts between his thumb and forefinger. You gasp, arching into his touch, your body betraying how much you crave his attention.
"Please..." you whisper, your voice barely audible, but he hears you.
He leans forward, his mouth closing around your nipple, suckling hard enough to make you cry out.
His teeth graze the tender flesh, sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through you.
You grip his shoulders, your nails digging into the tough material of his armor, as he moves to your other breast, repeating the process. Each pull of his lips, each scrape of his teeth, makes you shudder, your body responding eagerly to his rough ministrations.
"Captain..." you moan, your voice breaking as he continues his assault on your senses and his gentle strokes around your inner thigh, purposefully ignoring your sensitive pearl.
He pulls back, leaving you panting and desperate for more. His eyes glint with satisfaction as he watches you struggle to catch your breath. "Turn around," he orders, his voice firm and commanding.
You obey, swinging your leg over and turning your back to him…well, it’s more of him picking up your entire weight and shifting you into position.
As you automatically reach for the edge of the desk to steady yourself, he lifts himself off his seat, stepping close to your body, his presence looming behind you, his heat radiating against your bare skin. You feel his hands on your ass, squeezing the globes roughly, spreading them apart to expose your most intimate parts. Your breath hitches as you anticipate what's coming next.
"Look at you," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "So ready for me." He adds, flicking his arm down to release his hand from the gauntlet, thudding on the floor just as his last piece of equipment.
“Is this what you were thinking about in that little corner of yours?” He teases.
His fingers trail down, skin grazing the crease where your thighs meet your ass, dipping lower until they brush against your wet folds. You gasp, your knees buckling slightly as he slips one finger inside you, probing deeply. You clench around him, your muscles instinctively tightening, drawing him deeper.
"You're so, so wet," he murmurs, his finger sliding in and out of you, slowly building up speed. "Such a good girl."
Your head falls forward, your forehead resting on the cool surface of the desk as you ride out the sensations he's unleashing on your body. His cold finger flicks against your clit, making you jerk and whimper, your hips swaying involuntarily as you try to get more friction. "Beg for it," he demands, removing his finger and resting it on your hips.
"Please... Captain, please," you beg, your voice shaking with need. "I want more... I need you..."
He chuckles, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh. "Not yet," he says, "But soon."
You whine in protest, your body aching for release, but he grabs your hips.
"On your knees," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.
You drop to your knees, your hands trembling as you reach for his belt, unbuckling it quickly. You undo his pants, pushing them down to reveal his hardened length, already glistening with pre-cum.
You lick your lips, your mouth watering at the sight of him.
"Take me in your mouth," he orders, his hands gripping your hair tightly. "Show me how much you want it."
You obey, wrapping your lips around his throbbing cock, sucking gently as you take him deep into your throat. He groans, his hands tightening in your hair as you bob your head up and down, your tongue swirling around him with each pass. You can feel him twitching in your mouth, his hips thrusting gently to meet your movements.
"Fuck... yes," he mutters, his voice strained with effort. "Suck it like you mean it."
You redouble your efforts, taking him deeper, your throat convulsing around him as you gag slightly.
He tastes amazing, salt and iron, the essence of his power and dominance filling your senses. You hollow your cheeks, sucking hard as you stroke the base of his shaft with your hand, listening to the sounds of his grunts and moans above you.
"That's it," he praises, his fingers digging into your scalp. "Just like that... almost there...you’re working so hard"
His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his breathing heavy and labored. You know he's close, can feel the tension building in him, and you work harder, your jaw aching from the effort.
Suddenly, he lets out a low growl, his fingers yanking your head back as he comes, his hot seed flooding your mouth.
You swallow dutifully, licking him clean as he pulls out of your mouth, his chest heaving with exertion.
He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust, and smirks. "Up," he commands, his voice still hoarse from his orgasm.
You do as told, standing up and facing him, your legs shaky from being on your knees for so long. He grabs your wrist, yanking you towards the desk, and pushes you onto it, your chest pressing against the cool wood. You gasp, your nipples rubbing against the rough surface, sending jolts of sensation through your body.
He kneels behind you, his hands roaming over your ass, squeezing and caressing the flesh before diving between your legs once more. His fingers find your drenched entrance, slipping inside with ease, pumping in and out with increasing speed.
You moan, your head falling back as his other hand circles your clit, rubbing it furiously.
"That’s it…keep making those sounds," he whispers, "So fucking wet for me. You need more, don’t you?”
You nod, unable to form words, your body consumed by the pleasure he's giving you. His rough hands continue to pleasure you, painting your ass red with just a single slap.
“Answer me.” He says, waiting for your begging voice before pressing his hard length into your ass.
“Yes- please….please Capitano.” You whimper.
You can almost feel the smirk that’s plastered on his face behind you. He lines himself up, his tip teasing your entrance, dipping just enough to coat himself in your slick arousal. You shiver at the contact, your body tensing in anticipation. Then, without warning, he presses forward, his cock sliding partway into your tight channel before pausing.
"Relax," he commands, his voice firm. "Give yourself to me completely."
You try to relax, breathing deeply, but the stretch is overwhelming. His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you steady as he begins to push deeper, filling you inch by agonizing inch. You bite your lip to stifle a cry, your muscles clenching around him as he forces his way inside.
"That's it," he whispers, his voice strained. "Take it all, my little slut."
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he's buried deep inside you, his balls pressed against your ass. You gasp, overwhelmed by the sensation, by the fullness, by the sheer dominance of his presence within you. It's almost too much, but somehow, it's exactly what you need.
Capitano doesn't wait for you to adjust. With a low growl, he pulls back until only his tip remains, then thrusts forward again, his hips slamming into yours with bruising force. You cry out, your hands clutching at the desk for support as he claims you over and over again. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making your head spin and your vision blur.
"Fuck, you feel good," he grunts, his voice rough with exertion. "So tight, so perfect."
His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. He fucks into your at a monstrous pace, your body going limp. He picks you up, holding your neck firm from behind.
“Arch your fucking back.” He growls, roughly handling you into position. You can feel the tension building in him, the same tension that's coiling inside you, tightening with every thrust, every caress. You're close, so close, but he's not done with you yet.
He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back, his lips brushing against your ear. "Look at me," he commands, his voice a low rumble.
You obey, turning your head to meet his gaze. His eyes are wild, filled with lust and possession. He looks at you as if you're his world, his everything, and in this moment, you believe it.
"You're mine," he whispers, “Anytime another person- another damn harbinger calls for you- shit” He groans, “…tell them to fuck off. Captain’s order?” his voice thick with emotion. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, I will-!" you breathe, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
His hand slides down to your clit again, his fingers rubbing in fast, desperate circles. The added stimulation pushes you over the edge, and you scream his name as you come undone, your body convulsing around his cock. He follows right behind you, his release crashing over him like a tidal wave, filling you with his warmth.
You’ve never served Capitano with a cold cup of tea again.
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heey love your writing!!! What about Pantalone POV taking care of a sick shy (y/n) who doesn’t understand why Pantalone is taking care of them and the Harbinger tells them cause he loves them??
Pantalone's Taking Care Of Sick Shy Reader
Pantalone x reader (Romantic)
Warnings:Sickness/Mentions of a toxic work environment/ Lot’s of physical affection
Pronouns:He/him (Pantalone) You/your (Reader)
Fluff/Comfort
Explanation:Pantalone taking care of sick shy [Name]
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You walked through the fatui headquarters sniffling slightly as you do. Your scarf and kept your head down to cover your runny nose and flushed face, not wanting anyone to see that you were sick, not that they would really care anyways, the life of being a fatui member was harsh, the pay was well, but you couldn't get out once you got in, and they don't exactly treat their workers well, no matter the rank, even the head harbinger Pierro the jester found himself being dragged down by the fatui's harsh conditions, it was fight to survive here.
"Wait just a second!" A voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you whipped around, only to be ment with the 9th harbinger, Pantalone, caressing both of your cheeks, inspecting your face. He placed a hand on your forehead and his eyes narrowed. "You're sick!" He exclaimed, a bit too dramatically for your liking. "Yes but I'm fine..." You mumbled, your face was the color of a cherry due to Pantalone's touch. "Unexpectable." Before you could say anything else, Pantalone was dragging you to the fatui medical bay by the back of your coat.
Pantalone practically barged into the fatui medical bay, you blushed in embarrassment and looked down at the ground as you felt eyes on you. Pantalone walked up to one of the medics. "I need antihistamine and vapor rub, now." Pantalone demanded. "F-for what?" The medic asked. "[Name] has a cold." Pantalone responded. The medic now looked confused, but still scared. "A common cold? [preferred pronouns] can walk it off, can't [preferred pronouns]? Common colds happen every-" Pantalone's expression shifted into a more angry one, and the medic immediately knew they shouldn't be asking questions and dashed off to get the stuff Pantalone demanded.
You were sitting in Pantalone's living room with a blanket wrapped around you, and on the table in front of you was your favorite food. Pantalone exited the kitchen with freshly brewed tea, sat it on the table, and sat down next to you. He bushed some hair out of your face and you shyly looked at him. He smiled warmly at you. "You look like you have something on your mind [Name]." You sighed and looked back down at your feet. "It’s just...I don't get it..." Pantalone's head tilted to the side. "Get what?" "Why you're making such a big fuss over me..." Pantalone chuckled and also looked down at his feet. "Can I be completely honest with you?" He asked. You looked back at him. "Of course." Pantalone's grin faded, and he looked a bit afraid. "Well...I'm in love with you..." Pantalone looked back at you, he was clearly scared of rejection. You felt a blush form on your already red face. "Wait, really?" "Really." Pantalone reached out and took one of your hands in both of his. "Do you feel the same?" You couldn't help but squeeze his hand back. "I...yes..." Pantalone's look of fear turned to a look of shock and happiness, he started to laugh, and he embraced you. "I thought you'd say no!" He said between laughter. "Oh, archons." He pulled back, his hands still on your shoulders, looking at you with a sweet smile. "I love you so much."
Childe is a family person. Its canon that he has alot of siblings. If we go after him he would want five or six. But it also depends on you. He would also be happy with one but for him its the more the better.
Pierro would want children more because of legacy reasons. Wanting to 'rebuild' Khaenri'ah. So if it went after him, he would make sure that you get as many as you can carry. He would also be happy with just one or even none. It depends on you.
Would be ok with Children:
Pantalone would probably prefer no children but if you want he wouldnt say no. He would spoil his children but also be strict.. he would prefer only one or two.
Capitano is afraid of scaring his children and he is afraid that you would have to explain to your children that theire father will never come home again. So he rather nit have children but if you really want children he would agree to one.
No children, absolutly not
Pulcinella is already old and probably already has children when not even grandkids. So he would be happy without his own children. He has grandkids he can take care of.
Scaramouche is a puppet. The question is if he could even have his own biologically children. If he could he wouldnt want them. He hates children. They are noisy and dirty. Alone a child in the same room makes him leave.
Dottore also hates children. They are disgusting and a waste of time in his eyes. He will kill you with his look if you even bring up the idea. If you stay stubborn you mighr get a seagment version of him as a child.
Me and @clavdere cooked again. That was very random and silly idea and the final effect is just so goofy and sweet as if it was a birthday cake. I want to kiss Omega's lips on this drawing (I have no shame).
I have whole headcanon about Web drinking something he wasn't supposed to and getting so small as if he was a mouse. What a shame for a segment of Il Dottore... Or maybe it would be a great crack!fic if it was new version of Thumbelina?
Ending my rabling, I'm putting reference for this collab under spoiler (Claude searched it).
Credits
Omega Build part was drawn by Claude. Webttore part was made by me!
Don't repost this artwork, please! I'll appreciate likes, comments and reblogs. ♡
I've been a bit h*rny lately so I couldn't resist imagining certain Genshin men and their way of... Physically expressing their love to you (or you to them, depends on the character) 👀
How Genshin men would make love to you
Feat. Kazuha, Gorou, Ayato, Scara, Pantalone, Cyno and Tighnari
Kazuha
Loves to let you do most of the work because he enjoys watching you in pleasure. Therefore it's mostly you sitting in his lap riding him while he sometimes adjusts the pace or tells you how beautiful you look and that you are his everything. He loves to fondle your breasts and observe your reaction as he wants to learn everything to give you pleasure in return for doing most of the work ~
Doesn't initiate but rather let one thing lead to another or prefers if you make the first move. He not only finds it adorable but also very enticing when you start to seduce him. Always tells you that you are the most beautiful woman in this world even though you may not have a perfect body and that you are gorgeous just the way you are <3
Soft kisses aaall the way! If he takes the lead it's missionary 99% of the time because he wants to look at you all the time and especially when you finish. He takes you slowly and he tries to go in DEEP. Always entangles his fingers with yours and between slight moans and panting he whispers sweet compliments in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
Pantalone
Let's be honest: Pantalone isn't a man that has great interest in sexuality or any kind of romantic relationships. But sometimes even the Regrator needs to relieve his stress and clear his mind and if you are already willing to do anything for him he surely won't complain.
So you find yourself underneath his desk, your head between his thighs sucking his d*ck. That's the only thing he finds acceptable in terms of sexual intercourse and you are being such a nice subordinate to help him out. Pantalone doesn't put much effort into it, instead he let's you have your way with that and simply enjoys your warm and wet mouth. There is no limit to his self-control, sometimes he even discusses business with other Fatui members with you sucking away his mental strain. Once he finishes he pats your head and tells you what a gifted subordinate you are.
Scaramouche
Won't let you take the lead even for one time - he never wants to lose the comfort and security of control again in fear of being toyed around with. That being said he definitely won't go easy on you once you start making out. Scaramouche will claim you his all the time to make sure you never forget who you belong to. In fact it's more his desperate fear of abandonment speaking, forcefully trying to make you stay at all costs since it would be unbearable for him to be betrayed once more.
Loves to take you from behind when you are completely at his mercy. He digs his nails into your hips to make you feel him even more intense, going in a fast and strong pace. Scaramouche often calls you his obedient slut and such. "You like it like this, don't you?" Hell you do!
When he's not having it he doesn't wait for you to finally reach your climax; instead he blames it on you for being too slow. But! This will change the longer you two stay in this relationship as he develops a faible for teasing (or torturing) you. Letting one finger slide inside you, then two, three, skillfully massaging your insides until you almost reach your climax - but letting you come just on his fingers would be too easy, wouldn't it?
VERY RARELY shows you a softer side. You barely notice it but in those moments you see the insecurity flickering in his dark eyes when he kisses you surprisingly gently. In these moments he doesn't seek intimacy for the sake of pleasure but rather for comfort.
Also loves to bite you, suck on your neck, anything that will leave a mark to scare off other men. Hickeys are a must for him at any time but only on you. Definitely will become a Yandere if he sees other men looking at you in an unholy manner.
Gorou
He isn't in for VERY experimental stuff but he definitely can do both - gentle and dirty. For romantic occasions he would gently carress every single inch of your body and take a lot of time for cuddling, soft but loooong kisses and only touching you, a slight blush on his cheeks. Gorou tells you a dozen times or more how he doesn't want to lose you and that he will protect you at all costs 💘
When he's very aroused he takes you from behind in a fast and strong pace though. There is neither beauty nor grace in this love making, only desire and the hasty need for each other as he buries himself as deep as possible inside you. Gorou will definitely become embarassed afterwards and stutter excuses for being so reckless and ruthless but once his instincts take over he just can't control himself.
He will make up for his behaviour afterwards! Loong cuddling session with his head resting on your breast so that he can hear your heartbeat and completely take in your scent after having made love with you ~
Ayato
Ayato is very playful on his side and he might also use toys, handcuffs or feathers to tease you. He clearly enjoys to see you whimper and whine in pleasure right under his skilled fingers and beg him to finally f*ck you. Surely he doesn't comply at once - who are you to order the head of the Kamisato Clan around? He just keeps smiling at you , innocently yet solemn while praising you for being such a patient girl before finally following your beggings.
He barely lets you do the work as he prefers being on top of you and in full control, being able to observe every reaction, every twitch of your muscles underneath his well trained body. Ayato always acts as a true gentleman but he can be quite mischivious as well - mostly when it comes to you. Sometimes when it crosses his mind he almost lets you climax before changing his pace, only to bring you close to your release once again and then slow down. Ayato loves it when he can dominante you like this.
He won't do anything hurtful like biting unless you want him to. Ayato prefers praising you in an ambiguous manner - for being his obedient girlfriend, for letting him f*ck you all the way he wants to, for being so tight he can't even think properly anymore.
Cyno
He isn't a man that iniciates intimacy very often so it's mostly up to you to seduce him! But once you get him going there is no turning back and the former Mahamatra will definitely not go easy on you.
To your surprise this gauntly built man posesses great physical strength and stamina so he can easily have his way with you if he wants to. Nevertheless Cyno prefers to directly gaze in your eyes while passionately thrusting inside you, his mind lost in desire and the voice of your whining moans. That even someone like him who brings justice upon thieves and villains can be loved like a normal man, that he who is feared and condemned by most of the people in Sumeru is allowed to experience something like unconditional LOVE is more he could ever have wished for and that he doesn't want to avert his eyes from the person who unselfishly grants this wish is therefore a natural consequence.
Sometimes, especially when he feels very confident around you, he teases you by putting off your climax to hear you begging for him not to stop. Cyno's thrusts slow down , a slightly mischivious smile playing on his lips as he waits for you to plead for release, only to shove himself deep inside you when you stopped expecting him to. Never in a lifetime will he admit that he has a thing for denying the significant other's orgasm but after being toyed around with by the Academia he developed a faible for being in control of things, and that doesn't exclude you.
Having your arms and legs wrapped around him, being in full control of your reactions, your climax, your whole body is a nuance of dominance Cyno could get used to - and lovingly will. And he certainly won't allow any other man to see, feel or touch you the way he does. (I see soft Yandere vibes here btw, maybe I'll write about a Yandere Cyno as well!)
Tighnari
Depends on whether he is in heat or not (as of his animal ears and tail I guess he has something like a heat phase every few months).
If he is in his mating phase he tries to hide from you to not bother you with his extreme sex drive, being aroused by only inhaling your scent from far away. Once you touch him it's over - as soon as your fingers carefully stroke his cheek his mouth crashes against yours, your tongues entangled while he pushes you on the bed and begins to undo your clothes, his eyes dull from his arousal. There will be nothing graceful about your intercourse, nothing romantic as his instincts have completely taken over and all he can think of is one thing: bury himself deep inside you to create new offspring. In this state Tighnari isn't the calm, collected forest ranger you knew before but rather a wild animal which is railing you in an unholy way - but you certainly won't complain about that.
When he is not in his heat it is more romantic indeed. As a forest ranger Tighnari knows many places, beautiful, stunning, exiting ones and most importantly those who are well hidden and unbeknown to anyone. So when things are a little too busy at Gandharva Village he takes you into the forest and to a location where you two won't be found ~
And he takes his sweet time with you, worshipping every inch of your body. You can't really imagine him having had a girlfriend before, he is surprisingly skilled at such things. His tongue runs over your skin, leaving small bite marks here and there before he finally dig his way into you, slowly and deeply, cupping your cheek with his hand as grumbling moans reach your ear. The amount of love Tighnari holds for you is endless, and beneath the pleasure you see the overflowing joy in his green eyes as he patiently brings you both to your awaited climax.
Furthermore descendants of his people don't sleep around, mating is a procedure that requires unconditional trust and deep feelings for this special person so once it happens you can be sure Tighnari won't ever go for any other woman.
