#gi smut

[puppytaru]

does anyone have that one fanfic about xiao walking into a massage and it ends up being smut?? It’s be so long.. I’m trying to find it again

[spikesbunny]

☆ SUNDRESS SUMMER

+ warnings: wlw smut! public sɇx, fingering, cunnɨlɨngus

+ ft: jean gunnhildr x fem reader

+ wc: 1.2k

minors DNI!

mondstadt was always so pretty during the summer. all the pretty flowers from spring still in bloom, all the lively events. the streets were littered with stalls, citizens selling homemade and homegrown goods to all.

but even prettier in the summer was jean. it was a shame she was always so busy.

with summer, tourism increased, and therefore her job grew a little more taxing. making sure everyone was safe, ensuring laws were followed. it wasn't that she didn't mind keeping the city safe for you as a knight of favonius.

it was because she missed out on time with you.

you always tried to make it up, bringing her out to flower fields for picnics and dates, strolling around town the same time she had patrol. it made her feel a tiny bit better, knowing you still loved her the same.

this date was no different.

hand in hand, you and jean made your way (yet again) to her favorite flower field, the grass covered with yellows, pinks, blues and greens. it was like a painting, you were like a painting in her eyes.

"i can't thank you enough. you never seem to mind that i'm so busy, darling." jean smiles softly, brushing a stray strand out of your hair.

"of course! i'd hate to see you so overwhelmed with work with no break." you smile, bringing her hand and brushing your lips against it.

it was true, jean was always swamped up with work, stuck in her office for hours on end, her only company lisa and occasionally kaeya's nonsense.

it was heartwarming, knowing her dear girlfriend always knew what she needed. sending in baked good, flower bouquets, and hand written cards whenever she had a busy day, or whenever you found time to stop by.

it made every moment she worked for the city - and you - worth it.

you take jean's hand, settling down in the flower field with her. you brought food, to set up a picnic later. but now? you just wanted to sit in the grass and enjoy her company.

you rest your head on your shoulder, letting your girlfriend ramble on about her day and all the tedious task she had to attend to. it was soothing, jean's voice. like honey and the softest breeze of wind. you watch as she uses her elementally abilities to blow a stream of petals towards you, giggling as a pink one settles in your hair.

"let me get that, hm?" she smiles down at you, plucking the petunia out of your locks. "there."

you sigh softly, laying your head down in jean's lap. you relished times like these, enjoying the time spent with your always occupied girlfriend.

you didn't care if it was sleeping, eating, talking, strolling, or even just basking in the sun with one another. it was the fact you spent it with jean.

"doll, i can't thank you enough, really. i've been so stressed!" she exclaims, brushing through your hair. her eyes trail down your body, stopping at the pretty floral sundress. her fingers, calloused from years of sword wielding, brush against your calves and the trim of the dress.

"this is cute... where'd ya get it?" she ask, studying the pretty piece of fabric.

"from some market down town!! they had so many, i saw some pretty matching floral pants. maybe we can see if they still have some, that way we can get a matching dress and pant set on our way back." you smile up at her, admiring how her features are accentuated by the sun.

"mmm... sounds fun." she chuckles, enjoying your innocence. her touch lingers more. she was clearly distracted, the dress was perfect on you. and honestly? she needed to burn off some stress.

"jean, everythin good?" you ask, meeting her eyes, which were slightly glazed over with something... distraction? desire?

"mhm... you just look real pretty in this dress." she coos, her hand gently rubbing at your calves. "do you mind?"

you shake you head. you knew jean never really got the chance to be intimate with you, always on duty at the most inconvenient times. plus the flower field was pretty empty, so no one should interrupt you.

she nods, bringing you and the basket closer to the shaded area of a tree near the edge of the field, settling your back against it. eagerly, her hands sneak up under the skirt of your dress, kneading her want into your skin.

"i missed this, missed you." she whispers, lips grazing your skin, gently attending to your thighs, covering them in kisses, smearing remainders of your lip gloss that transferred to her lips from an earlier kiss.

you smile down at her, brushing a hand through her golden strands as she hikes your skirt up, kissing your lips through your fabric. slowly, jean worked you up, a mixture of her rough yet careful hands and her hungry lips. your arousal grows, a smirk forming on your girlfriends lips, alongside a hushed 'so pretty' as she gently moves your panties to the side - a pretty pink pair with a bow, one she bought for you.

her lips press against your folds, kissing you with passion, earning a soft exhale as you guide her closer. she gently worships between your thighs, kissing you more than eating you out. like you were a delicate flower, she treated you with such care while bringing you to an orgasm.

her lips move to wrap around your clit, sucking softly on your sensitive nerves as she dips on finger into your cunt, curling exactly how she knew you wanted it.

despite the lack of sex you two had, jean knew your body like the back of her hand. it may not have occurred as often as other couples, but whenever it did, her satisfaction came after yours - or more so, her satisfaction came from making you cum.

her lips and finger moves in tandem, as she adds a second, feeling you clench around her. she knew your orgasm was rapidly approaching, knew your body like it was a map in her office. she applies a bit more pressure - not too much to hurt - wanting you to fall apart under her, craving your release more than even you.

and as she feels the wave of your climax crash down, jean laps it all up, swallowing every last drop she worked from you. as you come down from your high, she pulls away, placing your panties back in place before pressing a soft kiss to your thigh.

"j-jean." you pant, taking in the euphoric expression on your girlfriend's face.

"shh... tell me about it later. you look starving, darling. i'm curious to see what you packed us for this picnic." she smiles, fixing your hair and dress. "come, let's eat and get you another dress. i'm free all day, why don't we go shopping after this?"

you would never get tired of her.

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[spikesbunny]

☆ CARNIVORE, ANIMAL

+ warnings: wlw content/smut!!, bunny! fem reader, pred + prey, hunting, animalistic sɇx, scissoring, cunnɨlɨngus, dehya purrs, biting, semi-public sɇx

+ ft: lioness! dehya

+ wc: 0.8k

+ an: happy (belated) birthday to dehya!!! i felt dirty and nasty, so here's some animalistic and primal dehya (yummy).

minors + men DNI!

your feet pound against the floor of the rainforest, trying to quickly navigate your way through brush. leaves, twigs, and bushes and shoved out of your way, peeling across the knotted forest floors as fast as you could.

your heart was thumping, mind racing. she could probably smell your emotions right now. fuck, that shouldn't be so hot.

it was dehya's birthday. you had promised to celebrate all day with her, expecting something like a cute outing, or maybe just laying in bed in her embrace.

you did not expect reenacting a dark, twisted fantasy she had. one so feral, you wondered how human your girlfriend really was.

of course, she looked human, except for the lion tail and ears. her mannerisms were human like, minus the purring, the heat cycles, and the cat-like stretches she did.

but deep down, you felt like maybe she did still have that animalistic mentality. that primal urge to hunt.

honestly, it was kinda turning you on.

but also you really needed to find a place to catch your breath. quick.

you settle for a shaded region surrounded by large trees, canopying any sunlight that tried to infiltrate. the floor was littered with logs, bushes, and other varieties of plants, providing a great shelter from your hunting girlfriend.

you bunny ears twitch, picking up on every crunch of the leaves, every scared squawk of the birds. was she close?

you turn your head, looking over your shoulder to the forest behind you. a snap sounds from close by. you start to pick yourself up, before big, red manicured nails pin you to the jungle floor. she found you.

"gotcha." she purrs, licking her jaws hungerly. her sapphire eyes looked starved, her expression no different that the lioness she resembled.

"dehya, i wasn't expecting you to find me so quick." you sigh, rabbit ears flattening in relief. you thought you were safe.

but you really weren't. her paw-like hands split your thighs, pressing her nose to the inside. "fuckkk, smells so sweet, just how i like it. my bunny okay with this?"

her tail lashes behind her, fangs bared. she looked feral. you can feel more arousal coating you. opening your mouth to speak, nothing leaves, so you just nod.

the lioness growls against your clothed cunt, making quick work of your clothes - literally ripping them off like it was nothing. you squeak, unsure how you were supposed to get home.

"calm down, i'll give ya my coat, or something." she smirks, diving right in to lick a stripe up you.

"fuck, bunny, so damn wet already? just from me chasin ya? ya really are my lil' prey." she groans out, soon silencing herself as she greedily devours you. her tongue presses in and out of your entrance, nose bumping your clit as she slurps away. one hand is draped across your stomach, keeping you pinned to the ground, the other moving to circle her thumb around your clit.

you shudder, hips thrusting up to meet her slick coated lips. you can feel them pulling into a smirk as she murmurs about how needy her little bunny was.

"go on, cum." she snarls, moving her lips away to leave bite marks on your thighs, marking them - and you - as hers. her thumb feels almost bruising on your clit, yet so delicious, as you find yourself releasing around nothing, clenching down on air with a whimper.

"good bunny." she purrs, lapping up your thighs and cunt to clean up, before cooing you to slot yourself against her. "can ya do this bunny? or want me t' do most the work?"

"i-im fine." you pant. you were not, worn down from the chase and that orgasm. but for dehya? you were willing to give it a shot.

she nods, dragging her folds against yours, clit bumping so perfectly. you gasp, legs trembling as the lioness grinds her pussy against yours. you can feel your limbs going weak, and she takes over, using her hands to bring you down against her, rubbing you so accurately against her you could see stars.

the sounds of the forest consume you, alongside the feeling of dehya, dehya, dehya, only dehya. she had your mind empty, legs like jelly.

she pants heavily, mumbling some nonsense about being close to cumming, grinding herself harder, and faster against you. you whimper, bunny tail twitching as you gush against her thighs, the lioness following suite shortly after.

after riding it out for a bit longer, she pulls herself away from being tangled between the two of your legs, pulling you close to cuddle with her.

the forest was oddly grounding, and you sigh contently, listening to the purrs of your girlfriend as she spoons you.

"happy birthday, dehya" you whisper, earning a soft grunt of a thank you in return.

this was definitely your favorite birthday celebration she had so far.

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[spikesbunny]

minors + men dni!

waking up with yae miko was like a gift from the heavens. the pretty kitsune would be curled up, her tails - which she let you see, surprisiningly - curled up around her like a blanket.

she was cuddley, for someone as snarky as her. you weren't complaining.

it was nice, to feel her fur against you, the soft curves of her body.

but it was even better when she woke up with a tit out.

seeing her pretty breast slipping from her shirt, you take the advantage, swirling your tongue around the hardened nipple.

and she melted. mewls of ecstasy as you suckle on her, free hand massaging the other one - whether it was out in the open or clothed, working up the pretty fox.

yae miko was so easy to silence with this. her lips would stop her utterances and teasing - if she was even awake. if she was asleep, it was the bed thing to wake up to.

she'd let you slide between her thighs, rutting her cunt against whatever she could get to.

she was needy, something you liked. your free hand slips down, rubbing against her clit, before dipping into her slick-coated folds. she'd whine as you curl your fingers just perfectly, hitting that spot that made her see white.

her hands would reach up, toying with your breast or grazing your own cunt if she felt like matching your energy.

if not, she had no problem being the pillow princess. which was normal.

yae miko would sink into the sheets, bringing your head up from her chest to kiss your lips messily, yet slowly. it wasn't desperate, or rushed. just passionate.

you wouldn't trade anything for mornings with yae. and likewise, neither would she.

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[chiscaralight]

KINKTOBER 2024

This list includes characters from jujutsu kaisen, genshin impact and honkai: star rail! these are all just shorter drabbles of the works i intended to write, but i got lazy and caught up with school! i decided against a few of the original ideas right before i posted this, so the question marks will be opened soon. i hope you enjoy regardless, and happy halloween!!

#1: bondage with undecided!

#2: zelophilia with veritas ratio

#3: ???

#4: gerontophilia with nanami!

#5: hematolagnia with undecided!

#6: electrostimulation with the balladeer

#7: primal play with sukuna

#8: ???

#9: diy porn with choso kamo

#10: katoptronophilia with geto suguru

#11: ???

#12 exhibitionism with gamer!scara

#13: macrophilia with trueform!sukuna

#14: interfemoral sex with toji fushiguro!

#15: breath play with aventurine

[chiscaralight]

#6 on fishy’s failed kinktober! includes: nsfw balladeer!scaramouche x fatui!fem!reader. electrostimulation, slapping, brat taming, degradation, begging.

everyone knows the balladeer has a short temper. his subordinates fear interacting with him for that reason alone, praying to the archons that they'll survive the next conversation they're forced into it with him.

and everyone pities you once you are moved to work under him for a particular mission in a different nation. you're not as highly irritable as the harbinger you're assigned to, but anyone with a pair of eyes and a half-functioning brain could see this would be the breeding ground for trouble.

scaramouche practically demands respect, and even those who lick at his feet can die by his hands in the most random situation. his subordinates are generally expected to shut up and keep their heads low, to just take the harsh words and move on. it’s better to be insulted and alive, right?

but it’s so difficult having to put up with this terrible behavior for days on end, especially when it’s the fault of your colleagues, misinterpreting instructions and refusing to own up, leaving the blame to be carried on your shoulders.

and the balladeer is ruthless with his insults, raining them down on you without further consultation. your anger is bubbling inside, throat closing with rage before you yell out a retort, claiming he should check the facts before spitting abuse at the wrong person.

his reaction is almost immediate, palm connecting with your face harshly, jolts of electro surging through the skin of your cheek in tandem with the slap.

you can barely hold in the near moan you let out, and you freeze in your tracks. scaramouche pauses too, face contorting from a look of shock to disgust as your cheeks flush. he turns, telling you to get out of his office which you quickly oblige, heading back to your resting quarters as you curse yourself for such a stupid display.

he pays you no mind for the rest of the trip, acting as if you didn’t exist except when assigning orders. you thank the tsaritsa's for letting this shameful moment pass and for sparing your life. but that’s nowhere near the end of it.

but the night you return to shneznaya, ready to return home and have a good night's rest after a long and draining mission, you consider taking your life as one of your colleagues states that the balladeer wants to speak to you. the walk to the office feels like a journey into mare javari, full of nothing but injury and death.

you find yourself face to face with the purple-haired man regardless, room deathly silent after you greet him appropriately.

he’s watching you as you writhe under his gaze. he’s closed the gap between you long ago, and he can feel how shallow your breaths are. he knows you’re waiting for him to strike you down, to kill you for the disrespect. but instead, he’s crashing his lips against yours, pressing your back hard into the door as you struggle to understand what’s going on.

do you find your answer? no. but what you do find is yourself bent over his large wooden desk, chest pressed flat against the hard material as he fucks into you from behind. just like his personality, scaramouche is ruthless with his thrusts, one hand fisted in your hair as the other grips your hips. your head is pulled back, and he’s pumping electro into your side.

each jolt is making your entire body twitch, body shifting hard as he keeps you in place with his inhumane grip.

you can barely fathom the evil in the words he’s saying, each taunt and insult flowing straight through one ear and out the other. you’re pathetic, drooling all over his important documents like this after attempting to call him stupid. of course he knew you weren’t at fault, he’d killed the true culprit long ago. your mannerisms had just piqued his interest, and you’re certainly not disappointing him now.

and you sigh as you’re disconnected from the pulses of electricity from the pulses of electricity. he can feel your legs starting to shake, your moans are getting higher, but he won’t let you off that easy. you have to beg. and you meekly shake your head even in his grip. you can’t, you won't. you’re above begging. another harsh slap to the face, very similar to the first one you’d uneasily been thinking about, the one you touched yourself to night after night has the pleas almost flying out of your mouth, broken cries and pants flooding the space of his office while he drinks them all in.

it’s only the bare minimum, but this is the first of many embarrassing situations the sixth has planned to put you in. so his fingers are pulsing with the power of his creator once more, aggressively pushing on your clit, practically shocking the orgasm out of you. your vision is flashing white hot, and you can’t even hear yourself as you cry out, sobbing through the entire ordeal of your orgasm. it’s painfully sweet, and his hips never still until he’s sure you’re both done.

your head drops to the table and he holds you in place, waiting for you to regain consciousness because he wants you out of his office. not exactly because he wants you gone though, he just wants to see how much more power of his your body can take.

[chiscaralight]

men with a black reader who starts wearing a cute stack of waistbeads ! he doesn't notice immediately you get them, but they catch his eyes so quick once you’re pulling off your shirt to change into sleep wear. they look so good sitting directly on your belly like that! they highlight the dip in your waist and the curve out of your hips—he just has to feel them.

and you’re slightly jumping at his cool tipped fingers brushing your exposed skin, single digit hooking the decorated ropes and he pulls into him by your beads. you quietly scold him. you don’t care that he could buy you new ones; these were custom made and your favorites, he has to be careful!

but he’s not. nowhere near actually, because he’s gripping and pulling at them hard as he fucks you back onto his cock. your mind is blanking, fingers gripping the sheets and crying out in pleasure as he slams you onto his base over and over again. his tight hold on your waistbeads has you deep in his grasp; unable to run away from the numbing pleasure. but he’s not satisfied just yet–there’s one more thing he needs to be sure of.

the sound! it’s just as he expected, a beautiful cacophony of plastic hitting plastic mixing the loud noises of skin on skin as you ride him. with each pound, your beads are clack, clack, clacking in unison and it’s making him groan into your against you.

he also just loves the way they feel. when you’re finally done, all fucked out and limp laying on the bed, his hand rubs up and down your side, enjoying the way the beads feel against his palm. it’s also perfect for aftercare, he does it for so long! totally not because he broke one of your loops of beads and is trying to get you to sleep quicker so he can brush the little pieces of evidence of the bed.. totally not.

after that (and a handful of yelling when you realize what happens) he buys you so so many! custom made, any time he sees a bead store, anything he sees online, you end up with such a collection you don’t know what to do! neither of you mind though, it’s much easier to color coordinate with your outfits now, and you’ve both made a little game out of it. if he can guess the colors right before you show him, maybe he can break a couple more later in the day!

CHARACTERS: this is literally toji lmfao, gojo, geto, tartaglia, aventurine, kinich, sukuna, kaeya,arattaki itto, shikanoin heizou, boothill, sampo, wriothesley, jiaoqiu, + your favs!

a/n: can you tell i’m projecting cus i love my waistbeads lmao

[chiscaralight]

kay requests are open again i guess