» gentle sex in the bathtub, no penetration sex, taking care of him
Aether has been overworking himself lately quite a lot, after all he seems to have an endless energy and big needs of mora to continue with his travels, but now that the tiredness finally took over him you took advantage of that and took him to the bath with you, that way you could finally take care over him without him trying to come up with the excuse of "not needing it" (again)
You were being really sweet for him, even when he insisted that he didn't needed the help it was just because he didn't wanted to bother you, and yet he didn't had the strenght to fight back when you were helping him get undress, laughing at his attempts to fight back when he was obviously relaying in your help. And when you leaded him to the bathtub, helping him get inside before joining him was when he started to get more embarrased
Even so, he stopped complaining once you started to help him clean himself, you were just being the sweet partner you have always been, helping him with his hair and giving him a little massage, earning a soft groan in satisfaction, finally relaxing after a so long, and after helping him with his back your just sat down behind him, letting him rest his back on your chest and hugging him close, your hands holding gently his waist and letting him enjoy the comfort of your presence and the warm water
It truly felt like heaven for him, you were so caring with him that it was making him even question what he did to deservee it, or well, he would if he wasn't too distracted actually relaxing. But it was because he was so relaxed that he started to feel his cheeks burn and the arouse slowly grow in his stomach, suddently feeling hyperaware of your hands, the way your arms secured him in his place, your fingers tracing gentle circles in his skin, the way your bare skin touched his, it was perhaps that he misses being like this with you or just that he loved you so much, whatever it was, it was making him feel embarrasingly aroused and even more exhausted
It was until your hand went up, a bit too close to his chest and your finger brushing his nipple accidentally that you knew what he was thinking, after all he was suddently startled and was unable to stop the half moan from scaping his lips, even when he imediatly covered his mouth and turned around to avoid your curious eyes
He knew the teasing that was coming and he knew he would not be able to fight it back, and of course you teased him, but just a bit, after all it was unexpected but still that was kind of cute in its own way, and since no matter how much you tried to ask if he wanted he would simply continue avoiding you, you decide to take the matter in your hands, skiping the teasing part just for today you hold him slighly tighter so he wouldn't try to run away and lowered your hand, passing your fingers across the skin of his tummy until you reached his crotch, making a chill run down his spine
He could feel perfectly fine your hand and yet he still tried to look at it throught the water, he didn't even tried to stop you this time because the moment you passed your fingers across his cock he was unable to deny how much he wanted, not after the way his back arched at the simply contact. He heard you laugh but you just called him cute before grapping your fingers around his cock, just tight enough to be able to jerk him off, that was enough to make him gasp softly but as you started to run your hand up and down his lenght it didn't took too long before it became soft moans, you were going gently, just fast enough to make sure he would enjoy it without overwhelm him and yet that was enough to have him moaning
By the moment you reached the tip once again and decided to teased it a bit with your finger before quickening the pace Aether was already too lost on the pleasure, his head has fallen back on your shoulder and his chest raised and falled with his elaborated breathing, one of his hands where over yours that were still holding him while the other was clinging to your thight for dear life, you two have been so busy lately that he feels like he have almost forgotten how it felt to be like this with you, how much he wanted to ask you to please go faster, to please do it over and over again, to fill his inside and let him make you feel good too, but right now his mind was too fuzzy and legs felt like jelly
But for you this was enough, after all he has finally stoped trying to muffle and hold back his moans, it may be soft and tired moans but still it was like sweet music, and the way he gapsed and whimpered in surprise when you leave a kiss on his shoulder or neck it is even more adorable
When he was finally reaching the edge, when he was about to cum he wanted to tell you, but his mind was so foggy that the only thing he was able to do was to hold onto your thights and raise his hips with a breathy moan that come out between clenched teeth, chaising after his own orgasm thanks to your hand, shuting his eyes close as he shooted and letting go of a louder moan once he was able to breath again
He wanted to thank you, to tell you how much he loves but at the end you were the once saying it, leaving kissed over his face and telling him how of a good job he did, how you were really pleased and how much you love him, and when you kissed him was when he made up his mind, the only coherent thought that his mind was able to form was that he will pay you back in spades once he gets his well deserved rest
In a mood for spanking *sigh* all bc of this fucking manhwa…
Dom!reader x sub!character NSFW
Telling your adorable little sub that it’s a punishment, even though the mistake he made as such a small one! But because he is such a good boy, he accepts it nonetheless. Asking you nicely, “please punish me.. I deserve it.”
Have him bend over the nearest table, counter, or lean against the wall, then make him raise his hands above his head while you spank him. One slap after another, the pain and sting gradually gets more intense and so does his moans. Cute little sobs can be heard from him, as well as the occasional pleads. He’d beg in such a sweet tone, that your heart starts to melt, “Hnngh.. master, forgive me..!” Though sadly for him, it just made you want to continue! Grabbing his hair as you tell him, “count until we reach five slaps, then I’ll stop. Don’t make another mistake.”
Such an obedient boy, he’s trying, he’s really trying his best! There is nothing he hates more than being a bad boy and see you mad. Oh he’d be so eager and desperately, whining and trembling as he follows your command. Not to mention the tears rolling down his cheeks~ Despite all that, he’s enjoying it. His pants got a wet spot after all. Never did you knew hearing someone count was so erotic!
After he finally reached the number five, his legs are shivering to the point he collapses to the ground. Poor baby was so overwhelmed and exhausted he couldn’t stand by himself anymore. Now, he is shaking on the ground, while the some white fluid starts to seep through his pants. Guess what it is~
you know boys who get so stimulated that they end up screaming in the pillow because they are so ashamed? your soft hands are now a brutal punishment to his numb and already spent cock, the wincing pain going to his head and making him dizzy. he can barely see or talk and his burning body wants to run away from you, but his soul forbids it for you reign over his entirety. so overwhelmed and blissed out that his moans are turning to debauched screams. and when it finally hits again, the high rushing over him, he pushes his face into his already wet pillow and screams, trying to hide his pathetic behaviour from you. throat so scruffy he is sure he won’t be able to speak the next day.
Imagine Idol Aether where you fuck him backstage but you don’t let him cum so he just has to perform horny🤫
Also can I be 🦷 anon
—idol!aether/manager!reader, sub!aether/dom!reader | edging, mentions of exhibitionism | reader has a dick and penetrates, gets called sir
aether continues to pant, his body hugging yours.
his poofy white shorts lowered to his thighs, cum leaking from both of you.
his music continues to play from the stage, loud enough to be heard here in his dressing room.
“please.” he breathes.
he feels your hand caressing his back, the soft touch just making it unbearable. he wants to cry so badly, he needs it and you weren’t giving it to him.
“no tears. it’s too late to get your makeup retouched.” you warned.
“y-yes, sir.”
each thrust pleasurable but agonizing, but he’d rather have this than nothing.
“you like it, don’t you? hearing your fans excitedly cheer for you…meanwhile, you’re here getting dicked down by your manager.”
the idol hides his face on your shoulder.
“c-can’t help it…you make me feel so good.”
you bend him on his table, the mirror facing him as he gets pounded.
“i bet you’d love to be fucked on stage, hm?”
he doesn’t know how to answer to that. it was a thought that’s crossed his mind before, he doesn’t dare to lie.
the urge to pull on his golden locks was high but you decided against it, not wanting to ruin his hair.
besides, you were already ruining his bottom half.
“you just adore attention, don’t you? you think those fans of yours can’t see under your shorts whenever you dance?”
“you made me wear it…” he argued, his lips trembling from keeping every sound in his chest.
no moaning or screaming, you said. it’ll ruin his voice, you said.
and yet here you were dicking him down ruthlessly as if that won’t affect his dancing. he bites the bottom of his lips, his thighs are already shaking on their own.
“you act like i forced you into this. i gave you options, didn’t i? but you still chose this one.”
aether lets out a soft grunt as he feels your movements directly hitting that spot.
the idol looked drunk, he wanted to grip on something but he could do nothing but close his fists on top of the table.
“what is it? you want to show off to your fans that bad? or is it because that one boy group you like is attending today’s concert?”
aether shakes his head. “ngh…no. only you, i promise.”
a knock comes from the door. one of the staff reminding them that they had to go in five.
“good. after all, a pure and sweet idol should stay loyal to the one he loves. isn’t that right?”
“y-yes!” he yelps, feeling his stomach warming up with your cum.
once you pull out, he already feels his shorts getting fixed without even wiping the stains or cleaning him up first.
he’ll try his best to keep it in, just like as usual.
he can’t wait to finish this concert and just get dumbed down without any worries.
each step has him quivering despite his shoes being short-heeled, cum slowly leaking out of his briefs whenever his body shifts wrongly. each nerve of his body wanting to just pounce on you and cancel this event.
“do a good job.” you say.
aether smiles at you, an idol’s perfect smile. “you know i will.”
you chuckle, unable to resist messing his hair up now by patting his head.
“i’ll make sure to reward you good afterwards.”
…
a blush creeps up on aether’s face just imagining it.
starring ┊ sub! lyney, aether, kazuha x dom! reader [separate]
𖦹 synopsis: teasing your boys in their most sensitive spots / what makes them weak!
𖦹 cw: nsfw / explicit, heavy petting, making out, mentions of belly bulge, mentions of sex, degradation, light humping, slight implied dub - con, nipple play, groping, thigh job, fingering (character receiving), hair pulling, public alley setting, hickies, spit as lube, slight frotting, ooc characters, reader has dick
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࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ Aether
pretty boy aether is sensitive by his tummy and his chest.
you can't help it, there was just something fun about wanting to keep touching him where you know he will let out the prettiest noise.
when aether does an upward stretch and lets out a little sound of content as he feels his back unwind, only for it to turn in to yelp as he feels your hands grab his sides from behind, quickly travelling to his stomach and kneading the fat. he would pout, turning to look up at you and ask what why would you do that, just for you to shake your head and kept caressing him.
aether would feel quite woozy, the way you were touching his stomach should be nothing short of innocent, it was just his stomach after all and you were just massaging it after all!
but he was wrong.
his legs were starting to feel weak, the way you were caressing his sides and stomach, hands almost nearing his chest but never getting this was starting to arouse him. then he felt your lips kiss the back of his neck and he felt his knees buckle, letting out breathy whine, his hands grabbing your forearms support.
your fingers finally reached up to his chest, hands ghosting over his clothes and gave it a squeeze, fingers pinching and flicking his already hardened nipples.
you would whisper the most filthiest things to his ears, telling him that you would like to see a cute bulge in his belly as you fuck him, you wanting to play and suckle with his chest.
aether cannot take it, he was hard and his breathing was erratic, his body searching for more from you, beginning to grind his ass to your already hard cock.
you turned his head around to the side, catching his lips in a messy kiss as you kept playing with his chest, aether's body quivering as he feels waves of pleasure coming just your fingers.
aether cums, letting out the prettiest moans into your mouth as his hips spasms, his cum staining his pants.
he felt weak, his legs finally giving out and luckily you caught him before he hits the ground, hooking your arms under his legs and carrying him. you watch he tries to catch his breath, chest inhaling and exhaling, nipples poking through his shirt. you begin to walk up to your shared room, whispering to him as you walk up the stairs;
"we're not done, i meant what i said."
࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ Kazuha
lovely kazuha is sensitive when it comes to his hair.
he would usually keep it tied, he doesn't want his face to be smacked by his hair if ever the weather felt like being an asshole.
but for you? when you complimented kazuha's hair when it was down, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear and saying that it suited him a lot? he started letting his hair down, especially when you're around.
especially especially when getting intimate.
after a long night of drinking with the crew of the Crux and beidou passed out drunk, you and kazuha decided to finally get some shut eye.
you would wonder how everything ended the way it is right now but you aren't the one to complain when you have sweet kazuha naked on your lap, back against your chest and his legs spread wide open all the while you have your already wet fingers teasing his hole and the other holding his hair, the grip just right to your liking.
kazuha was squirming, his face was red and his cock was leaking, watching and feeling your fingers tease his hole, slowly taking the tip in and out was driving him crazy. what was driving him even crazier was how good you were pulling on his hair.
he was letting out breathy sounds as your worked your fingers inside him, slowly pushing it in and out before setting a pace.
you whisper things in his ear, telling him of how much of a slut he was for just opening his legs for you, gripping his hair tighter and telling him that he was liking this too much.
he couldn't agree more. if he could at least.
the stimulation was getting to kazuha, he felt as if we was melting. he could feel the tips of your fingers touch his prostate as you sped up your pace and the pleasurable sting of your grip on his hair and you grip his hair tighter than before, causing kazuha to finally come undone. he whines out loud, his cock twitching as cum spurts down from his balls to a bit on the floor, his hands struggling to keep his legs open.
you watch as he comes down from his high, your hands letting go of his hair and taking your fingers out him, caressing his hair to soothe him a bit.
it didn't take long before you carried him up and laid him down the bed on his front, towering over his back and his ass pressed against you.
"seems you want more, hm? let's get the real thing inside you, pretty boy ♡"
࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ Lyney
coquettish lyney is sensitive by his thighs and neck.
there was a cat and mouse game that the charming magician lyney was able to pull you in.
he found you an odd fellow but surprised himself when you were quite the charmer yourself, matching his energy. safe to say it had lyney nearly stutter out responses and eventually, you had him set on you.
lyney begins on his plans to pursue you, using the tricks up his sleeve to impress you. from giving you special attention during his shows when you attend to his conversations with you can be almost considered obscene if heard out loud, the tension between you two was always thick.
you always kept him on his toes, your words allured him and he wanted more but it seems you always find a way to escape, leaving him high and dry.
and lyney seemed to just about have had it.
so imagine during on one of your late night walks, you were pulled aside in a dark alley by none other than lyney with you back against the wall, hidden behind some large boxes. he wasted no time breaking the ice between both of you, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss and you return it, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him deeper and hearing his hat fall from his head down to the floor.
you break from the kiss, watching his hazy face look up to you, lips red and wet. you smirk, making your way to his neck and gently tracing your lips over his skin, making him shiver. you feel him grip the sleeves of your shirt as you leave trails of kisses on his neck while your hands went down from his waist to his ass, giving the fat flesh a squeeze.
lyney lets out a loud gasp before slapping the palm of his hand over his mouth as simultaneously sank your teeth gently into his neck and your fingers dragging itself from the back of his thighs to his ass.
jackpot.
you quickly turn him around, his front against your chest as you begin trying to undress his shorts, muttering about the unnecessary belts and garters he has. you tell him to unbuckle you as well and he nods, his shaky fingers unbuttoning you.
when you two were done, lyney watches in (delightful) shock as you were bigger than he thought, your hard cock slapping on your stomach, towering over his.
was that... really going inside him?
as if you were reading his mind, you motion for him to spit down on both your cocks and he does, a fat glob of saliva runs down from his mouth down to yours sending a chill down your spine. you wrap your hand around both of your cocks, running it up and down, making sure that lyney's spit covers all of it.
when you let go, he groans and shakes his head, trying to get the pleasure back but you shush him, patting the sides of his thighs and instructing him to open them.
you bring your cock between his thighs before closing them down, both you and lyney letting out a moan. you wasted no time moving, letting your cock thrust between his lush thighs, watching his face contort into pleasure as his dick rubs along your stomach.
he would have his arms around your neck, your face buried into his neck while he tries to keep quiet while you fasten your pace, lyney trying to to let his legs fail him.
as you bite hard enough that it might've drawn blood, that was the final push for him as he cums, long and drawn out whines as he spills on your stomach and feels fluids running down from thighs to his calves.
as you let him come down from his high, you slightly pull away to witness the debauched and ruined face of the once charming magician to a street whore. his make-up running down his face and body quivering in your hold, seeming to be barely coherent.
you pull him close, your lips dangerously close to his ear;
"you can go for another round, yeah? let's do it properly this time ♡"
CW : somnophilia, oral ( character receiving ), gn!reader, no explicit dom / sub dynamics, bottom aether, dubcon if you squint, but it’s implied you’ve both already discussed and agreed to this, aether is asleep and wakes up halfway through
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Aether who gets turned on by the thought of you fucking him while he’s asleep.
Who looks so peaceful and innocent sleeping beside you… so much so that you just can’t resist the thought of completely and utterly ruining him.
Aether whose eyes flutter open in confusion at the strange sensation in his core, only to wake up to your head in between his thighs, sucking and lapping at his flushed dick.
He subconsciously bucks up into your touch, hand gripping at your hair and pushing you further down onto his length.
“D-don’t stop,” he moans, throwing his head back as he nears his climax so soon after waking.
。。。
Your eyes glinted with mischief as you gently tugged on Aether’s underwear, sliding the article off his slender body and throwing it off to the side. You inhaled sharply, silently admiring the slight curve of his member and the way his stomach rose and fell with each soft breath he took.
Taking your time, you brushed your hair behind your ear and leaned down to kiss the tip, pink and pretty as could be. Swift kitten licks soon turned into running your tongue along the base of his dick, your saliva coating his entire length as if trying to commit it to memory.
You observed that even while asleep, his body had the same sensitivity to your touch, and you watched as his cock grew harder with each ghosting caress of your tongue. Gingerly, you peppered kisses all the way up from base to tip before wrapping your lips around his member and hollowing your cheeks. His dick twitched slightly in your mouth, prompting a sly smile to make its way onto your lips while his delicate brows furrowed, registering your advances even despite his deep slumber.
You reveled in the quiver of his eyelashes as you flitted your tongue against the head of his cock. At the same time, you brought a hand up to aid in your strokes, all the while increasing the pace of your movements.
As if sensing you speed up, Aether’s eyes fluttered open with a whine as he tightened his legs around your head. His eyes widened and he tried to raise his head to look at you, propping himself up on his elbows. At this, you fully wrapped your puffy lips around his dick, bobbing your head up and down on his length. His legs twitched at the sudden sensation and he threw his head back in pleasure.
“Wha,t are you- waitthggh ddon’t stop,” he moaned, burying his face in his arm as his other hand moved to grip tightly at your hair, pushing your head down further on his cock. You groaned, the vibrations going straight to his dick, causing him to buck his hips up into your mouth.
“F-fuckk,” he panted, chest rapidly rising and falling with each heavy exhale of breath.
As he reached his climax, he gripped your hair tightly, tugging on your scalp. Milky white cum spilled from his twitching dick, coating the back of your throat and making a mess of your face. You lifted from his flushed member with a pop and a lick of your lips before swallowing his seed.
Teasingly, you suckled on the tip, causing him to shudder, shaky moans escaping his lips as he gazed down at you through half-lidded eyes, still out of breath from his orgasm. You smiled sweetly, tenderly kissing his inner thigh as you murmured a sly, “Good morning~”.
Summary: Genshin!au, Empress!au. Its finally Scaramouche's turn to be dealt with after having to watch you and Aether. Except the fact that you are not done with his punishment and instead drag it out until he is completely pliant and submissive for you.
CW: Dom!reader, sub!character, reverse harem, bondage, tentacle use, OOC, mentions of voyeurism, throatfucking, gagging, unsafe sex, cum eating, urethral insertion, edging, use of "no" but there is a safeword system so reader ignored him when he says no, one line mention of rimming, anal, aftercare.
Part One
On top of the wrinkled bed sheets laid a naked and exhausted Aether. He was covered in sweat, cum, and drool but he couldn't bring himself to care. All he could feel was a satisfying ache run throughout his body. He was still trembling and just coherent enough that he could barely make out the feeling of your hand on his back as you rubbed it. One of your fingers grazed his backside and he couldn't suppress the flinch. His hole was bright red and sore to the touch, indicating just how well used he was. Despite wanting to curl up to you, he couldn't even make himself move.
He vaguely made out the breathless chuckle that left your lips.
"Are you okay to stay there for a while?" It took a second to process you were talking to him. Fighting the sleepiness that was starting to settle over him, he wrestled with keeping his eyes open.
"I still have someone else to take care of," He managed to spot you, who was also nude, but then he was able to remember one more person that was in the room.
Huh, I forgot he was here, Aether distantly thought. In the same position as earlier sat Scaramouche. Instead of the intimating concubine Aether was used to, sat someone who looked completely debauched. His body was shaking, constant watery sobs and pleads left his lips, tears fell freely from his eyes and the most noticeable were the tentacles that continued to explore and play with his body.
You brushed hair behind Aether's ears while waiting for his answer. It seemed to take a few seconds to register that you were asking him something. However, in the end he was able to nod. Knowing he was most likely about to fall asleep you decided that you would clean him later. Once you're done with Scaramouche it would be best to just let them soak in the baths for a while.
Speaking of Scaramouche, you moved to get off the bed and then stood in front of him. In the back of his mind he was able to understand that you were in front of him, but he struggled with lifting his head.
"I - please - I can't, i cant, i cant, i cant," he repeated as his head fell forward, his forehead against your thighs. He had no strength left in his body and every nerve felt like it was on fire. With no idea how long he was forced to deal with this pleasurable bordering on painful torment while watching you and Aether, it felt like it would never end. He stopped counting after Aether came the fifth time and you the second.
"Is it hard? Does it hurt?" Your words may have been sympathetic, but your tone was anything but. There was mockery underneath your words and your hand roughly pulled his head back and off your thigh. He felt a rush of tears well up in his eyes at the rough treatment.
"I'm sor-" he voices fell off into a sob when the tentacle that was in his ass gave a sharp thrust causing his body to jerk as best as it could while still wrapped in ropes.
"Hmm? I couldn't hear you." You squatted in front of him, your hand still in his hair. He was granted another thrust, followed by another and he was hoping that maybe this time you would let him cum. However, the tentacle also resumed its place back into his urethra. Just a few thrusts would have made him cum, he knew that, and you definitely knew that based on the way you manipulate the tentacle with your magic. You were dead set on not letting him cum.
"I'm - ahh - sorry. pleaseplease." Scaramouche was beginning to let out garbled nonsense. His prostate was being hit with each thrust, but he couldn't cum. He couldn't cum. He couldn't cum. That thought brought fresh tears to his eyes.
He could feel the burning in his stomach as he was forced to linger on the edge. His cock felt like it was about to combust, all slick and red. The tentacle slithered down his urethra, refusing to let him properly cum and scaramouche just broke, gasping sobs leaving his lips as drool slipped out of his mouth and onto the floor.
His hair was let go by you and he slumped down a little bit due to the loss of tension.
"Scaramouche," he could vaguely recognize your voice through his muddled mind. "Look at me."
You were speaking, he could hear you, but he couldn't comprehend what you were saying. It wasn't until a hand gripped his chin and angled his face towards you that he was able to focus on something. The rest of the world blurred out as he focused on your face and your face alone. When you saw the glossy look in his eyes, indicating how lost in his mind he was become, you softened your tone.
"I suppose it would be too much to expect you to listen. At least not when you're as mindless as you are right now." You offered false sympathy as you lightly shook his head with your fingers that were gripping his chin.
"Y'know many people complain about the words you spew out. About how you're too rude, too condescending, too arrogant." One of your fingers traced the glossiness of his lips as you spoke before dipping into his mouth and running over his tongue, coating your fingers with his saliva. "Afterall, this is what got you in this position in the first place."
"I guess I'm going to have to make it to where you won't be able to speak for a while."
The next thing Scaramouche was able to distantly recognize was the feeling of something soft on his tongue. His tongue moved at the pressure and felt around the new intrusion in his mouth. He was rewarded with a small moan that left your lips. For the first time you placed a gentle and delicate hand on his head which caused Scaramouche to lean forward, pressing against it and seeking out for that comfort.
"ah - ack," Scaramouche was interrupted with a garbled cough as he pressed forward trying to chase the comfort of your hand on his head, unintentionally pushing your cock deeper into the tight cavern of his throat. Even with the coughing and the obvious fluttering of his throat, you refused to pull out, opting to hold him still and force him to get used to the feeling of your length down his throat.
You gave him a few seconds to try and calm down until the majority of the coughing subsided. Scaramouche squirmed, his hands aching to come and rest against you but all that did was ignite a slight burning in the skin around his wrist due to him straining against the rope.
You pulled back a fraction but still kept the head of your cock in his mouth. Scaramouche eagerly sucked in as much air as possible, his chest heaving with his deep breaths.
Deeming he had enough time to situate himself you tightened the grip in his hair, "Be good for me and maybe I'll let you come afterwards."
That was all the warning he got before you pushed his head forward and thrusted your hips as well. With the first thrust, you only fed him half of your cock before pulling back a little and thrusting once more, this time forcing it all the way down his throat. He squirmed and tried to pull back instinctively due to the pressure in his throat, but you held firm. You kept him against your pelvis, his nose grazing your lower stomach before loosening your grip in his hair, letting him pull back just enough to where he could breath.
You slowly thrusted into his mouth one more time until his lips were at your base before pulling out. You did this a few times before you finally started to speed up. Scaramouche was unable to focus on using his tongue or suctioning his lips, but you didn't seem to mind, happily fucking up into his mouth. Instead of worrying about that he just adverted his eyes up to your face and tried to focus on that - wanting to see that you were feeling pleasure from your harsh treatment. However, this was deemed nearly impossible due to the tears that were welling up and trickling down his cheeks.
Glug, glug, glug, gurgling sounds filled the room along with soft moans that left your lips. Looking down you had to still your hips to stop from coming. Scaramouches eyes were unfocused and glossy and his lower face was covered in cum, drool, snot, and saliva. You could tell by the way he stopped struggling against your hold that he had finally fallen into that submissive headspace.
The loss of fullness in his throat led to scaramouche blinking away his tears and trying to look at you, afraid that he had done something wrong. Hurriedly, he had stuck his tongue out and tried to lick around the part of your cock that remained in his mouth. To appease you he even tried to swallow more of your cock, until it once again touched the back of throat. Despite the small convulses in his body he did not try to move away.
"Fuck... you're killing me here." You had let go of the tight grip you had in his hair and instead rested your hand on top of his head. You took a few deep breaths in order to push down your arousal.
Once you calmed yourself down, you pulled your hips back a small bit before shallowing thrusting back in. You were gentler this time around, not making it to where he violently choked against you. Instead, you set a steady rhythm. With each thrust you would still yourself at the back of this throat for a few seconds to feel the convulsions of his throat. You would finally pull back once he started to turn a little red in the face. You kept this going until you felt the familiar twinge of arousal in your lower stomach.
"Shit," Your hips picked up their pace. "Be good for me and swallow."
Scaramouche flinched at the first taste that spurted onto his tongue before he eagerly swallowed it down. He struggled to swallow it all and instead some flowed out of the side of his mouth. You kept him held against your stomach before pulling back and taking yourself out of his mouth.
Scaramouche's throat was burning from the rough treatment, and he had hunched forward coughing.
It took a moment before he realized he was being moved. One moment he was situated on his knees and the next thing he knew he was face down on the ground. His muscles burned at the new position; his weight was now resting directly on his knees, and he tried to move them but was unable to do more than scooch them. He rested his cheek against the floor and shivered at the coolness which was in direct contrast to the heat that was run rampage in his body.
"haah.. plea-ase," His voice cracked when he felt your fingers replace the tentacle that was previously shoved up his ass. There wasn't as much of a stretch but the fact that you were now touching him instead of a tentacle caused his body to shake.
When you entered three fingers into him, he reflexively grinded back against them, desperately wanting to feel them hit that one spot inside him that always set his body aflame. You didn't reprimand him for that and instead let him do some of the work, opting to just curl your fingers.
"nghhahh, there, right there." he cried out, but his voice was so hoarse and choppy that you could barely make out what he was saying. Even as he kept thrusting back and getting his prostate hit, you weren't allowing him to cum. That damned tentacle that was in his urethra and the rope that was tied around his balls was constricting him. "pleasepleaseplease - out. Need it out," he wailed, and his body was trembling so violently that you were worried he would pull a muscle.
You pulled your fingers out of him and wrapped them around his thighs and gently massaged them. He whined at the loss of touch, but his body unconsciously relaxed under your fingers that were pushing into the muscle on his thighs. You kept doing that until he became pliant once more and was not at a risk of harming himself.
"Relax," you cooed, moving to grip both of his cheeks with your hands and spread them. A small chuckle passed your lips when you saw his hole gaping and fluttering.
"cant." He gasped out. "hurts... need t' cum. please plea - ahh!" A throaty scream escaped his lips when he felt your tongue lick around his rim. You moved to kiss his cheek and traveled kisses and licks up his spine until you reached his neck. Your fingers traced the intricate ropes before tugging them and forcing his upper body off the ground. You continued to pull until he was once more on sat up on his knees but now, he had his back pressed against your chest.
Your cock situated itself right in between his ass cheeks and you rutted against him. "Want to cum?" It was a teasing question.
Scaramouche weakly nodded. "please. 'm sorry, I wont - I won't" his throat was burning through his pleads and in some distant part of his mind he knew he should not be talking anymore but he couldn't bring himself to worry about it. "won't talk back, wont be rude. prom-promise."
You both knew this was lie and that in a few days' time he will be the same condescending and rude concubine he always is but right now at this moment, he completely believed what he is saying.
"Promise," you decided to play along.
"Promise," he whined out.
"Alright. You're done with your punishment. I suppose you should get your reward."
He felt the slickness of the tentacles leave his entire body. All that is left from them was a trail of wetness that left goosebumps rising in their wake. The second you pulled it out of his urethra a scream left his lips. His hips tried to buck away from the feeling but he couldn't. All those previous denied orgasms that were pushed back due to the tentacle stopping them came rushing over him tenfold. His cock spurted out load after load and it felt like a never-ending pleasure to him that was becoming painful. His body shook uncontrollably against your hold. He wasn't sure how it felt like he was still cumming, his hole gaping and spasming.
It took a while for his body to calm down and even then, he was still having shaking. One of your hands had wrapped around his waist and rested on his stomach and was rubbing small circles onto it. In his twitching, the hands behind his back had grazed your cock a few times and despite your own arousal pressing against him you were well aware that he could be too sensitive to deal with anything else.
Scaramouche had felt the twitching of your own cock against his back and fingers. Despite the oversensitivity in his body, he still craved for the closeness of you inside him. He could handle one more, he wanted to feel you inside of him this time instead of the sliminess of the tentacle.
"s'okay," he managed to whisper out. At the same time one of his hands clumsily grasped your cock. His thumb ran over the tip (or at least tried to) before struggling to position it at his entrance.
You raised an eyebrow, "You sure?"
He eagerly nodded, "please."
You positioned yourself at his entrance and was able to easily sink into him. The breath was knocked out of Scaramouche and a loud keen left his lips and his back arched. Once you were completely sheathed inside him you let out a shuddering breath as he twitched sporadically around you. You knew this would be a short round, Scaramouche would probably be able to cum one more time before his body would no longer be able to handle anything else.
You pulled out only a small amount before shallowly thrusting into him, trying not to hit his prostate just yet. With each thrust, small uh - uh - uh's passed through his lips. Even with these shallows thrust he felt his stomach tighten. His orgasm was building and embarrassingly quickly too. His crying only got louder because he knew he couldn't hang on anymore.
"c-cumming," he managed to wheeze out. His whole body became tense and he squeezed down on your own cock. You let out a groan of your own, a small orgasm wracking through your body. It wasn't overly strong but it did not bother you. Scaramouche's on the other hand was strong, too strong. His mouth fell open in a silent scream and his body had convulsed before he fell completely slack, mind falling in and out of consciousness.
He felt the tension of the rope released from his body. He was distantly aware that he was falling forward but he couldn't make his body move. He didn't hit the ground and instead fell right into your arms. He first recognized your scent and unconsciously nuzzled into your chest wanting to be surrounded by the smell. He felt a new pressure around his body but this time instead of the coarseness of rope he felt the softness of skin as you wrapped your arms around him.
You sat down on the ground and situated yourself before moving him into a more comfortable position on your lap. One hand came up to run through his tangled-up hair whilst the other took to wiping away all the dried up cum and drool. You couldn't do a perfect job with just your hand, but you managed to clear up some so that it was not sticking onto his face.
Scaramouche was letting out small puffs of air that had undertones of wheezes in them, showcasing how well used his throat was.
You should get one of the servants to make him a tea, you thought while your hand left his jaw and mindlessly went to rub his throat.
Scaramouche opened his lips but strained to say something, anything but he couldn't due to the throbbing in his throat from his crying and your treatment of it. He unconsciously squirmed away from the hand at his throat.
You were befuddled before realizing that he thought you were going to start another round since you usually place your hand on his throat during sexual encounters. Quickly moving your hand to his shoulder, your cooed at him and brought him closer to you.
"shh, it's alright you're all done." He lost the last bit of tension in his body and slumped against you. "You did so good for me." If he had the energy, he would have preened at your words but all he could managed was a shaky smile.
Neither of you moved from your position on the floor for a while. It wasn't until you felt his breath even out and his body become pliant that you decided to stand up. You kept him in your arms as you carried him to the joining bathroom. He let out small sounds at the jostling but did not open his eyes. You carefully settled him on one of the cushions set aside the tub and used magic to start the tub.
Once it was filled up and at an appropriate temperature you carefully maneuver him into the tub making sure not to aggravate any of the rope burns. You did not join him and instead, once he was settled, let go of him and went to stand up. At the loss of your touch Scaramouche couldn't help the panic that welled up inside him. His eyes snapped open and one of his hands weakly clutched onto your arm.
"Do - " He winced as the pain in his throat finally settled in. He wanted to tell you not to leave him, but he couldn't. You could see the despair in his eyes and reached out to pet his head before moving to caress his cheek.
"I have to get Aether too, lovely." Even with your reassurance he didn't want you to let go of him. He shook his head and clutch onto you tighter. He wasn't jealous at this moment but instead all he could focus on was the fact that in order for you to get Aether, you would have to leave him and that caused an unimaginable amount of panic to form inside him. He did not want to be alone when he was feeling as vulnerable as he was right now.
You let out a sigh and squatted down behind the tub and ran your hand through his hair.
"You trust me, right?" you kept your tone light as you played with strands of his hair. He had his knees curled up and was resting his head against them.
He nodded without hesitation, and you couldn't help the pride that resonated in your chest.
"Then I want you to close your eyes and stay in this position for 30 seconds alright." As you were speaking, you had let your magic cast over him and mimic an embrace. You also mimicked the feeling of your hand playing with his hair. Once you felt confident in your spell, you had slowly and quietly gone to grab Aether who was still laying on the bed. His eyes blearily blinked open when you lifted him in your arms.
"Finally done with him?" He whispered but there was no malice in his tone. He was well aware that Scaramouche had gone through a tough punishment and that he would be dealing with some discomfort for a while.
You hummed in acknowledgment as you reentered the bathroom. Scaramouche was in the same position as you left him, and you breathed a sigh of relief.
The tub was more than large enough to fit the three of you, so you had place Aether in and made sure the both of them were comfortable before joining them. You made sure to sit in between them because even in their headspaces (or rather Scaramouche's, Aether seemed more well recovered) they could spiral.
Within a few minutes of joining them, you could feel weight against one of your shoulders (Aether fell asleep first) and then on the other side of your body, Scaramouche nudged under your arm so that he could lay against your chest.
I believe in anemo boys with a small sensitive dick supremacy
-creampuff
♡︎ 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙚 ♡︎
characters: sub!6reeze x dom!nb!reader
warnings: degrading, cock shame, praise, overstimulation, edging, usage of toys, bondage, exhibitionism, feminization, pet play, consensual drugging
notes: a gift and request for @creampuff-nonanon . there u go bby also hi sub genshin tags, mama’s back /jk jk jk HEAVY jk
surprised that the mighty and infamous traveler has a small dick? well don’t be. also are you blind as hell? aether? being a dom? having a big dick? with that grab-able waist???? nah
tease him for it. place your hand on his thigh while you two sit together next to each other behind a table at a restaurant, waiting for your orders
then slowly rub circles into his clothed flesh, put a slight pressure on his thigh to remind him of who he belongs to. inch your hand up slowly, make him shiver, gulp and make his breath hitch in his throat as the mighty traveler tries to keep his composure in public
he cries so easily and so prettily
pinch his nipples while palming him through his pants. just a few minutes and aether would be grinding his ass on your crotch, sobbing and whining for you to touch him already
sweetest and most pliant sub. archons he’s such a sweetheart
you wanna dress him up in pretty lingerie? no problem!
want him to bend over your work desk? he’ll do it right away!
want to call him your pretty slut? your sweet bunny? only your pretty doll to stare and fondle and break? he’s more than happy to be called those! just be sure to take good care of his tired body afterwards. we all know he needs it
“haanh♡︎~! [n-nameee] so good♡︎♡︎feels so gooddd aahnn♡︎” tired, salacious moans continued to tumble out of the blonde’s mouth as he throws his head back on your shoulder, hips bucking to try and chase after his nth orgasm for the night as much as he could with your other hand holding his wrists together in a tight grip.
everything felt too much. there were dried tear stains on his flushed cheeks, constantly being replaced with fresh ones. the world looked so blurry, every little sound felt like pans being hit together next to his ear but at the same time everything felt so little. it all felt so little without your hand wrapped around his tiny cock, without your voice to whisper dirty words into his ear, making him shiver and gasp to your words.
aether let out a loud sob as you forced another orgasm out of him, a string of broken noises following along as you continue to move your hand, rubbing the slit of his cock, making him hiss out at the feeling of overstimulation. but aether loved it. he loved it and he craved more of it.
another sweet sub who will pliantly lay down and take whatever you give him without complaints
even if it means having a vibrator slipped inside him for the whole day as he tries to act as normal as possible. however the small glare he sends your way, the slight stutter in his words, the hitching of his breath, the tremble in his legs if he sits in one place for too long - it was all very much noticeable. at least, to you
is definitely into light pet play, feminization and consensual drugging
he literally wears thigh highs under his shorts. take that to your advantage. slip a finger into the tight rubber part where it hugs his pristine pale thigh so lovely, pull back a bit only to snap it back in place with a low schwap!
it’ll have the poor samurai jumping in his heat, trying to hide his reddening face as he shoots you a faux side glare all the while rubbing his thighs together so he can add slight stimulation to his already hardening cock - archons, you really know how to get him going, don’t you?
make him wear a cat tail butt plug, cute pairs of white ears, matching the color of his hair - hell, you can even collar him if you want, kazuha doesn’t mind! but just know that if you’re placing a collar around his neck, he’s expecting you to take him in a mating press until he passes out
also likes feminization to a certain degree. the cute lingeries, stockings, mini skirts that barely hide his hardened tiny dick and the material of the skirt that keeps rubbing the sensitive head of his member - he loves it all
small, muffled whines is heard from inside the small room that keeps the cleaning supplies of the crux. anyone who passes by would easily be able to know what’s going on inside it. good thing it was the middle of day time and every members were busy on deck outside with their respective jobs.
after all, if anyone were to hear the sluttish moans and sobs of the fucked stupid samurai, who’s barely keeping himself pushed against the door on his toes, you would certainly be more than jealous. kazuha is your pretty slutty kitty and you want nothing more than to simply keep him to yourself.
with his hands tied up, covering his mouth to quiet himself and the slight grinding movements of his doughy thighs weakly rutting himself against you - you would mistake him for an angel sent only for you. but, you want to keep him only to yourself. especially that cute teary eyed, flushed face of his♡︎.
oh lawd have mercy. i have a very detailed, improper, lecherous thoughts of this twink and you all know it by now
i already have a fic written abt small dick xiao supremacy and it’s here if you wanna read it yourself
but, to keep it in short and to infect y’all with my new brain worm - imagine! the tattoo on his abdomen goes all the way down to the next of his tiny cock and it glows when he’s feeling overstimulated
jerking him off over and over, making him create a mess on the sheets, on your hands, creating a small puddle of cum on his abs - you only hum with a sadistic tone as xiao cries out, releasing another load as his legs weakly twitch
make him wear a cute panty inside his pants, he would have a cute flush on his cheeks the whole day even when he’s slaying creatures or simply watching liyue from the top of one of the great mountains of the geo nation
and imagine imagine!!!! xiao in heat!!!
but even beTTER❗️
sub xiao in heat who has a small sensitive cock, who wants to fuck you full but doesn’t know what to do or where to start and so he simply lays back on the nest that you two created, sobbing, wailing and trashing around as you force the nth orgasm from him that night
everything felt dizzy. the room felt too hot and every intake of breath was followed by a loud lecherous sound. was that sound truly coming from him? from the infamous yaksha? the last standing guardian of the geo lord and his nation?
“how pathetic, xiao” his legs twitch, tattoos glowing brighter as he cries out, sure to make even celestia know your name. the poor yaksha felt humiliated but he also craved more of it.
he wanted you to completely break him until his mind can only remember your word, the feeling of your hand on his cock and the feeling of your strap/cock shaping his hole, rearranging his insides until he’s sure his body is accustomed to your shape and size.
another strangled scream escapes the adepti, hand starting to turn into claws as he clutches at the pillows under him like a lifeboat, scales and feathers starting to appear on the back of his neck, his arms and thighs - ah, what a beautiful bird you have, wrapped up around your fingers.
another sub that likes feminization. however unlike kazuha he can totally dress up and wants a princess treatment
whether it be a skirt, a dress, lingerie, stocking, bathrobe or even those cute but still sexy costumes - venti can rock every single one of them and he does it with pride
i see him as the type of sub who’s more of a pillow prince. he just wants to lay down on the soft bed that you two share and let you do the work. of course there will be a few helps and guiding here and there, maybe he would even ride you if he feels like it that day
also, he’s the type to tease you. i don’t make the rules or maybe i do
the type to throw you a side glance with a wink when you’re both at angel’s share, taking the night slow and peaceful until the little shit decides to be a rat and make himself comfortable on your lap
it may seem innocent and lovey-dovey to others at first but don’t be fooled. he’s secretly grinding himself on your crotch, intent on making you feel the low buzzing of the vibrator he slipped inside himself
be sure to make him pay for it afterwards. only good boys get praises and prince treatments after all
“[name]! [n-name]! pleaashee ‘m shorry♡︎!! won't-won't do it aga-AANGH♡︎♡︎!!!“ came out venti’s pleas as you piston your hips to ram into his sweet spot more roughly. he was being a teasing little shit, of course this was bound to happen.
but, you suppose you’ve been mean to him for long enough today. not only was the archon’s hands were bound together in a pretty teal ribbon, he was also not allowed to cum the entire time as well. hmm, perhaps you could be nice. just for once though.
reaching a hand down between his shaking legs, you start to skillfully work your hand up and down his sensitive tip slowly. ah, seems like you were right. only a few strokes and he’s cumming all over your hand with a lecherous sob. so unlike an archon.
you should do this to him more♡︎.
another bratty sub. archons when would they stop being such a little shits
will talk back, will defy your rules and disregard your warnings and will cry and plead for a break when his tiny dick is being overstimmed by the flesh light you’re torturing him with
another sub that’s into pet play as well. but he tends to lean more towards the puppy side unlike kazuha and xiao who leans towards the cat side
i don’t know if you guys noticed but he canonically wears a choker in his day to day outfit and i think that alone itself says a LOT about the kind of pet play he would be into
wouldn’t mind having you connect a cute leash to his collar, forcibly making him cockwarm you for hours as he writhes on your lap, unable to focus on his paper work. while you’re at it, be sure to tug him down by the leash to sit snuggly on your lap again if he tries to move - which i’m pretty sure he would
use the side cuts to his shirt to your advantage. slip a hand in and pinch his nipple, that’ll be more than enough to have him jumping in his seat with a surprised squeak, looking at you with a shell shocked face blooming a pretty red color
hell, you can even use his cute flat chest as a free stress balls. they’re the perfect size and gets the most delicious of reactions out of the detective
“the suspect s-seems to be telling the truth-hnggh♡︎! w-when he said that he wa-aanhh♡︎♡︎!!” the detective on your lap moaned, trying to finish reading his reports out loud as you had asked him to, only to fail and end up moaning out loud when you pulled him back down by his leash, hitting his sensitive spot in the process.
archons, this whole cock warming thing had been going on for hours. hours! and yet you still insist on making him suffer more? just how cruel could you get?
swallowing a sob that was rising in his throat, heizou took a stuttered breath in, willing himself to continue with your punishment as long as you see fit.
even as his legs start to twitch, his breathing becoming labored, his words turning into a jumbled mess and strings of broken noises come from his throat, heizou will bear the punishment. it’s exactly what he wanted after all♡︎.
dear lord have merch once again ugh
if you guys have read my nsfw fanfics and have been stalking my account since it’s birth then you guys know by now the amount of vile shit i wanna do to this man consensually ofc
i personally like to think of him as a transmasc bc come on. the power of pussy but for this one, i’ll make him have a dick
an incredibly small one
and super sensitive
also has a thin line of his tattoo going down rigggghhtt beside his member, which glows when he’s being teased or overstimulated
poor little crybaby. he’s been sucked over and over for who knows how long, his legs are twitching, hips trying and failing miserably to pull himself away, weak hands pushing at your head - all to no luck
at this point, the puppet is ready to give up. honestly
you’re saying something. something about him being tasty or some shit but he can’t understand
that mushy head of his is too fried to even properly understand anything
use that opportunity of his momentary shutting up to your advantage and teach him to never call you any mean names again . of course it must be followed by a nice long bath and a sweet amount of kisses
wanderer tried to form a sentence - a plea to make you pull away from his cock, a gurgled whine and slurred speech of unidentifiable words tumbling out of his mouth. it only got more and more high pitched and hurried as he felt another wave of orgasm approaching.
hand pathetically pawing at your head, more tears replacing his old ones as the knot in his stomach tightens, bends and sways until it finally breaks - making the short puppet let out a cacophony of sobs as he cums into your mouth again.
for a simple puppet who was first created to become an archon, his cum sure tasted sweet, like a mix of strawberry and sweet berry juice. how adorable♡︎.
