inquiry from @oneanoni — “nobody tells me what to do.”
“Liyue Harbor has rules set in place to protect its citizens; if you can’t follow those rules, then you are a threat and will be handled accordingly.” Though she would prefer not to have to resort to force. While she has no doubt she can subdue the mountain of a man in front of her, she’d rather not deal with the aftermath from that battle.
“With that being said, I’ll ask again nicely. Can you please get your creature under control?” She glances over at the small bull now threatening some nearby shop stands, likely in the search for food.
Clara wasn’t at all used to such rough treatment. She had never been struck by another, never truly been bullied or belittled, and now here she was receiving such horrible treatment from Itto of all people....
And she liked it.
It was necessary for him to gag her, her own sodden panties shoved past her lips as she drools and moans, volume bordering on screaming as he presses her further into the bed, leaning over her back as he puts all his weight behind every thrust he delivers. A large hand comes down against the soft flesh of her ass harshly, the sharp smack reverberating around the room with the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin. Her fingers dig into the fabric of the blankets beneath her, trying desperately to ground herself against the new and euphoric sensations attacking her body. A whimper claws it’s way from her throat as her head is pulled backwards, his fingers buried in her hair for leverage.
“You’re being such a good girl for me.”
It’s more than enough to have her tipping over the edge she had been balancing precariously on since they had began, entire body shivering as she reaches her high, sounds of pleasure dutifully muffled by the fabric still clamped between her teeth, though the sounds of him moving inside of her as she rides out the waves of pleasure are plenty loud enough to make up for it.
@oneanoni asked: [ PET NAME ] ; the sender calls the receiver a cute pet name during sex.
Meme
“Mmm, Babygirl-”
The low timbre of his voice has a shiver running down the length of her spine, tingle traveling through to the tips of her fingers, to the tips of her ears, to the end of her tail. Voice failing, all she can do is keen in reply, fingers digging into the solid meat of his biceps, large eyes squeezing shut as he brushes against an especially sensitive place inside of her. Toes curl as her spine bends, arching into him until her breasts are flush to his chest, body desperately trying to draw ever closer to her lover despite the fact that they are already joined as one.
“Itto! Itto please-!”
What she’s begging for she doesn’t know, perhaps it’s for him to praise her more, to call out for her so deliciously as he had done moments ago. It wasn’t enough but it was altogether too much. Her blood feels like liquid fire, heat pooling and brimming over at the corners of her eyes as her head drops back and she cries out for him, insides tightening around him.
♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye
♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye
The first thing that flashed through her mind wasn’t escape, no.... That was probably the second or third thing, maybe but the first.... the very first thing Sucrose thought when she saw Itto’s hand reaching towards her was how the size of it could easily cover her whole face. And for a split second, Sucrose wondered if that was his intention before it lowered instead and held her by the jaw, yanking it upward so her head was lifted, and she was staring him straight in the eye.
Her own eyes widened, at a loss for words with the only sounds escaping her lips were the meek. flustered sounds of someone experiencing one emotion and then another...and another before having them swirl so quickly into each other that she couldn’t properly vocalize anything but a groan. “Hh....Hu....huh?” Hands stayed frozen near her chest, holding one another instead of attempting to pry the Oni’s wrist away.
Albedo gasps as he was picked up, his squishy form wobbled a little as he looked up at the Oni as he feared that if he were to speak then they would freak out and attack so he tried his best to stay still.
inquiry from @oneanoni — "Ain't a book's cover supposed to draw ya in? Seems like the cover is most important."
“Right, but if one were to judge how good the book was, you wouldn’t decide that just on if they have a good cover or not. You should take other aspects of it into consideration so you can form a well-rounded opinion of it.” For example, his appearance is quite... extravagant but she’s not catching judgment of him as a person(?) yet.
“Wh-What are you doing!?” Sucrose yelped, the bag where she’d been storing the local specialty of Inazuma - having planned on bringing them back to her lab in Mondstadt and examining what exactly made them different than the plants that grew there, falling to the ground once Itto yanked her up by the scruff of her shirt. Reflexively, she curled up... much like a kitten would when its mother picked them up before that fight or flight instinct kicked in and she sent a burst of anemo into the Oni’s face.
