Friends, I may or may not have been tempted to start writing an absolutely thirsty monstrosity of a fic, inspired by the misty invasion trailer.... HELP AND STOP ME.
Hey Pickle!! ^~^ I hope you've been well!
Soooooo I have one teensy little question.... Excuse my language here but..
HOLY FUCK, ON A CHRISTMAS CRACKER HAVE YOU S E E N SYLUS?????? I SAW THE TRAILER FOR HIM TODAY AND IT WAS ENOUGH TO MAKE ME DOWNLOAD THE GAME AND MAKE ME MAKE AN ACCOUNT!
OH, OH. Have I ever seen a man that dangerous and FINE. 🥵 No, I have NOT.
I don’t think I’ve ever been baited this hard by a joseimuke man but I can’t say I’m complaining! 🥴 LOOK AT HIM
I am down bad, first and foremost, for one of the other LIs, Rafayel, but Sylus is proving to be a horrendous bias wrecker so far 😂 Hold me tight, Rafayel, ILY
I’m so happy Sylus got you to download the game though! Incinerating, panty melting men aside, the story and worldbuilding is great. Each boy’s individual lore is well-written: angsty, bittersweet at times. Soft and sensual at others. It’s an entire package. I’m definitely enjoying the story much more than it’s previous sister game MLQC.
Feel free to scream to me and tell me how you like the game so far, in public or private any time, you like, I would love to gush about it and hear your thoughts! 😆💕💕
#god help me - SIS GOD TOOK ONE LOOK AT US AFTER THAT TRAILER DROPPED AND WENT 'aight imma head out'. 99% of my thoughts are unholy and 1% is what I'm having for dinner, which usually goes "oh yea curry ramen sounds good but rafayels cock with a side of whipped cream sounds better", NO GOD IS HELPING US.
Mari, you are wildin’ 🤣🤝🏾
ILU, woman after my own heart.
He really said, “But I am your Lemurian God, you must believe in me alone. I should occupy your every thought, till time’s end.” All we could say was YES I fear 😵💫
Okay - so I forgot which event it was, but I know Le Comte and Sebastian and somebody else were talking in a bath or something (I know, terrible explanation) and they start talking about S or M (shirt sizes, but Comte makes them think it’s about BDSM) and Comte literally says that he would like to see MC as an “S” and would like to “see her dressed in latex”, so all I’m saying is that it’s canon.
😂😂😂😂 Comte, LOML, I would trust him to be down with anything she wanted to do in the bedroom. He’s such a lovable deviant for that and I love and support it all the way 🤣💕
Gorou has a big ass knot it's Canon I know he's my main.
You know it, Anon and you should say it! 😆
General Gorou may be a man with an average built and height but you know he's packing (...ahem) some serious stamina and seed in there. You do not rise through the ranks and earn the trust and right to lead the Divine Priestess’ armies in battle without some serious vigor and spirit compacted within your body.
I believe Gorou’s kind are already far flexible and swift, tenacious, more so than humans and Gorou has especially been trained within an army’s harsh regimes, so his stores of stamina are insane and almost infinite, even by the beast people’s standards.
He’s a sweetheart who’s going to romance you right (try his very best) and give you your space and time as you two bond within your newfound relationship but once you do... he is also going to raw you down to delicious, boneless exhaustion, deep into the night and into greeting the coming (...ahem) dawn.
Into the weekends, when he has the rare two days off; deep in between your legs is where you are going to find his cock and his swollen knot seated snug for most of your time. Kept full and rooted with his seed, as he suckle-bites love into the nape of your neck, aroused by your weak moans of “Gorou, f-full.”
Even as he whispers and pleads for you, into those kisses, “I’m sorry, just once more, please. Let me feel you clenching around me just once more.” Breaking you down so sweet, with those murmurs; his love so evident in the drumming of his eager heart against your back. The swell of his cock to solid stone once more within your pussy.
My dearest number one thirst-trapper, since you've successfully led me to the gates of (heaven) hell, that opened its doors to yet another miraculous world full of ridiculously beautiful men, having raised my standards (and libido) higher than the stars, here's an existential question for you, fellow woman of culture:
Your husband, my husband, our husband, Kaeya, Ayato, Venti, Itto - boobs, ass, thighs, something entirely different?
With much love and respect
Your fighting partner❤️
🤣🤣🤣 My dearest comrade, my girl in arms, my weekly Childe boss date,
I do not regret dragging you down along with me and am ready to shoulder full responsibility for your obsession by thirsting with you 🤣💕
My husband, Zhongli, I imagine, takes his pleasure and satisfaction in the bites he sinks along the inner aspect of your thighs. Sharp teeth catching into the plush, when he has you spread wide open for him in a manner no one else is quite allowed to witness. And each time he settles in that place in between your legs; nothing stirs arousal deep and swift within him than the sight of old marks he laps at with a languid tongue, relishing the break of your quiet, aching moans into the air.
Your husband, Childe, although he’s down bad for the entirety of you; face, breasts, mouth, ass — copping a feel, or squeezing for longer when you allow him, or just whenever he wishes to have you throw him down on his ass instead. Groans exceedingly loud and obscene just to see you roll your eyes at him.
But comrade, if he had to pick; your hands, your fingers are what you’d find him worshiping, were you to let him. Watching you as he has in battle all this time, the way he’s left mesmerised [and half-hard] every time he witnesses you wield your weapon, be it against others or himself. The swift shift of the blade in between your palms before you’re thrusting the weapon into an enemy’s body does unspeakable, wonderful things to, and for, him. Those very beautiful hands you reach to wrap around his cock, press into his chest, his shoulders when you ride him. The fingers you press past pliant lips and into his eager mouth, letting him relish the tang of your arousal on his tongue.
There is quite nothing else that does it for Ajax, like you do, ojou-chan.
Our husband, Xiao, is probably going to die several tiny deaths but still won’t ever be able to resist burying his face into the junction of your neck. There is something comforting about that spot on your body that soothes his soul, as well as it stimulates it. It is where he catches your scent best and where he finds his safety; when his face sinks into the hollow of your neck and his arms come around you, the two of you fit just right like this.
Kaeya likes the jump of your body, in instinctual sensitivity when he moves to cup your ass within his palms and spread wide, so you have no place left for shame as he observes your slick core. Clenching onto emptiness with his little hums and his words — so filthy. He has your arousal dripping down your thighs by the time he’s done playing his conniving edging games. Praising and teasing; with just the right amount of pressure to your rear, those tight, light slaps that have your body begging by the time he finally puts his cock into you.
There is quite no one else more adept at subjecting you to the most depraved of sexual acts with a straight, smiling, unbothered visage than Kamisato Ayato. The quiver of your flesh when those elegant gloved fingers of his reach to tease apart the gap of your thighs, ghosting dangerously close to your apex, before he withdraws. Delectable shivers, the bite of your teeth into your lip as you try to keep your voice down at the meeting he gently insisted you come along to, with him. Shoving a hand up to your mouth when his hand drifts next, to your ass, slipping underneath the hem of your skirt to curve at the cleft of your cheeks and press.
Just as someone moves to question, at your strangled squeak,
“Ah, yes, forgive us the disruption. I assure you my companion is quite well, now, are you not, Traveler?”
Just as those fingers slip down the waistband of your panties and press, direct, against your drenched slit.
Venti, sweet pervert, zero possessions in shame, absolutely proud of it, you and your relationship — the Anemo Archon does not shy away from smushing his face into the give of your breasts, large tankard in hand he waves about as he sings an off tune beat about how he dedicates his freedom today, tomorrow, the next day — you have to remind him the next day and tomorrow are the same, in mild amusement — to you.
“Mm, and you smell nice, too.”
He croons, burying further into the give of your breasts—
“Hehe, my lovely warrior, all mine.”
you lose him for the next few hours.
Perhaps the scent kink is a thing among the Anemo ones...
You and Itto — bless his sweet, dumb heart — are going to have regular friendly fights over the perfect set of pectorals and tits. Let’s be honest, Itto knows he’s pretty stacked and hot. You are too! Because he loves you! And you are you! Your tits are just as perfect as his but sometimes, a man just needs to get down and dirty in a chest fondling match and try to survive both being touched and touching his favorite partner. May the best oni — or human! — win!
