FLINS — living with a person who has PARAPLEGIA — partial or complete paralysis of the lower half of the body, which affects both legs and sometimes the lower torso.
It wasn't really easy, mostly for you. You never even expected for Flins to stay that long — just few days out of pity of leaving that "disabled person" alone and looking like an ableist. But it was three years since you two started dating, and it looks like Flins won't be leaving anytime soon.
When you two first met, it was in a subway. Late at night, after you told your friend to drop you off nearby, that you'll be fine on your own. Well, getting on the subway wasn't as easy. The gap between and the height of the stair inside compared to the ground was big. So you just sat there in your wheelchair, day already ruined enough. Just then, someone stopped beside you and looked down. Flins. "Do you need any help getting inside?" After saying you're fine, since you don't want to be a burden, Flins shook his head. "You won't be trouble for me. But the train's leaving soon. So may I?" He asked once more and with a small, embarrassed sigh, you nodded.
After that, you two became friends, then started dating. And that brings us here — to some dumb middle schoolers who clearly didn't grow up, pushing your wheelchair over with you still on it. What teenager does that? Shouldn't they have some normal sense? Worse, all people just walked past, none helping. Flins was in the coffee shop, buying you drinks. He wouldn't— "[Name]! Are you okay?!" That same voice echoed in your head. Flins rushed over, putting the drinks down on the outside table and kneeling down to help you and your wheelchair back up. He immediately checked if you hit your head somehow and kept asking if anything hurt. It was really strange how calm and composed he normally was, and now panicked and guilty. "Who did it?"
You pointed at the middle schoolers walking away, still laughing like some dumb pigs. Flins took your drink and handed it to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'll be right back," He caressed your face and walked to the kids. You couldn't hear them at all. But judging by the guilt ridden looks on their faces and them avoiding Flins' gaze, his words definitely took a toll on them. After solid five minutes of him talking, he shook his head in disappointment and walked away. The two boys scurried off like dogs with their tails tucked. When Flins returned, he took his drink and smiled. It was a smile he only had for you, he once told you. You called bullshit. He swore up and down.
..
What an idiot.. You couldn't help but smile at your fiancée. You two shortly after went home and enjoyed the weekend together.
the only person i know from early genshin days to still have their blog PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me you remember a fic on tumblr about a xiao x reader,,, and the reader calls his teeny dick a little bunny peeking out of their fist pleASEEE im so desperate to find it again
i think its by beidous-boobs? im not sure...
alright chat, im gonna need everyone to help meout here cuz i genuinely dont remember reading a fic like this😭 i think the original user was deactivated cuz i cant find their account
Prey predator dynamics with Rabit Hybrid!Lohen x Wolf Hybrid!Reader... spice it up a lil more with even more power imbalance by making Reader his captin...
Warning(s): Preydator Dynamics (duh), Segguestive, Degradation (Giving), Mutual Drugging (Kinda? Lohen uses aphrodisiac on both you and himself), Blood (Not much but there's a Fighting Scene and a little something after), Lohen is a masochistic freak but that's nothing new, That's all I think.
Lohen loves the thrill of the chase. Finds so much ecstasy in it that nothing else can make him feel more alive. Craves it like a drowning man would crave oxygen.
He takes great joy in shaking that tiny puff of furr on the end of his tail bone at you teasingly before setting off. Your not-so-playful warning of "I'm coming!" as you follow soon after making the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight, and sending delightful shivers of rotten want down his spine.
You call it strategic retreat training. Both of you know that it is anything but. Not with the clear intent behind your purposefully loud stomping as you approach his sprinting form.
The adrenaline races through Lohen's body. The exhilaration of getting hunted down by his lovely partner sending blood to his already throbbing groin as his breath becomes heavier.
Lohen hears you before he sees you, poisoned dagger in hand as he parries your surprise attack with the precision of someone who's been subjected to it more than once. Your blades clash violently, locking you in place long enough for you to get a good look at the crazed smile placed on his terribly flushed face.
"Getting out the sharp stuff already?" Amused, you tilt your head slightly, ears pin straight as you ask your question before sweeping a leg under him to put an end to your ongoing standstill. "Looks like you aren't underestimating old little me after all."
The knight dodges by jumping away, but instantly returns your kick with one of his own. He follows it up with a sweep of his knife, aggressive and relentless in his attempt to gain the upper hand by overwhelming you into submission.
"Wouldn't even dream of it, captin." He purrs, smile crooked in his frenzy and voice offensively sweet in a way that you know damn well is nowhere near being loving.
You don't fall for his weak taunt, gracefully weaving through both his verbal and —weirdly clumsy— physical baits while allowing the back and forth to continue a while longer for the sake of getting some actual practice done.
The spar doesn't last as long as you'd hoped it would, however, as one slash from the vice captin's dagger was more than enough to introduce your body to a weird feeling of hot dizziness. The poison's influence is your guess.
Deciding that game time is over for the bastard, you manage to make him drop his weapon swiftly before the drug can take any further effect on you. Immediately using his moment of distraction to roughly pin him down to the ground. One hand holding his wrists on top of his head as the other reaches out to bend one of his legs over his stomach, making him whine pathetically as his pants tighten around his aching cock.
"Nghh." His ears perk up giddily, chest rising and falling with each one of his frantic breaths as he looks up at you with wide, lovesick eyes. Face blood red from how unnaturally heavy his blush is.
"What. Exactly did you put on your weapon, Lohen?" You bare your teeth at him, the abnormal hotness burning your body feeling more present as it pools between your tired legs. Your tail stands straight in alarm.
"Fuck"
He giggles in that absent-minded, almost cute way that he does whenever you toy with him after a long day at work. This deranged lunatic has drugged himself too, you realize. "Take a guess, darlin—Ngh-Ah<3"
Lohen's words gets intrrupted by a pretty moan when you squeeze his injured thigh, digging your nails into the bleeding wound as his eyes up from the pleasure and pain.
"Such a naughty little thing, aren't you?" You press your knee against his covered crouch, your hand letting go of his thigh to tug on the choker wrapped tightly around his pretty neck instead. "Couldn't even be patient enough for us to return home." His long ears twitch erratically as breathing becomes a little harder. "Disgusting freak."
He chokes on his own breath as you take your knee from him, taking with it any semblance of pleasure he might have had. "I was so... hah... close." He whines, thighs twitching weakly at the lost friction.
"And you will be soon again, pretty. Over and over until I teach you a good lesson about patience, got that?"
Yo sud, you write for genshin as well yeah? Can I perhaps pester you to inquire about what characters you are willing to write for (name a few) and what nations you are caught up with?
Pretty plz with a cherry on top
-🌽 :]
Ps: also take your time to answer this. I assume you must be swamped with other anons and asks (just blatantly cheat on me ig-).
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Also your art was Holly moly that's some good guacamole type shiii. Yk??? Keep up the amazing work and remember to take breaks plz, health come first.
Thank you for your concern! I am fully caught up on anything genshin related, so any character you can think of I can write for. (If you still want me to name a few, I love Arlecchino, Varka, all the fatui, Flins, and Xiao.) Though I will say inazuma is not my strong suit. I skipped SO much of that (im sorry), but yeah, I still actively play it, so whatever you wanna throw at me, go ahead, I wanna see how non-gachiakuta content goes for me 😭🙏
☆ . ° • . since i am a college student and actually have a life, my sleep schedule is more fucked than i have ever been. and i'll take some requests too!
Hi, could you write Vishal reader being cock-warmed by Kinich while watching a movie? Just cuddling deeply. Thank you <3
Yo! It's been a long while everyone! I come baring a single gift. Might post more now I've got back into genshin though
You've got 2 dicks btw
Mid Movie Love
Kinich sat down in your lap, bowl of popcorn in hand. Surprisingly, this time around he decided to try and leave his comfort zone, deciding your lap would be a suitable place to sit. It’s certainly comfortable; perhaps that was the one thing Kinich could agree with Ajaw (a cat the two of you adopted, secretly a demon from hell) on. The one issue was: He was struggling to get comfortable. He had been trying to get comfortable since the start of the movie, he had even put the bowl of popcorn to the side, trying over and over to get comfortable in your lap. He knew it was possible but he was just struggling this time for some unknown reason.
You had joked that he was doing it on purpose, though, in all honesty, you were trying to ignore the way your dick started getting slightly hard from the way Kinich was accidentally grinding down on your lap. You were… slightly different from most people however, you were a special type of human hybrid, a human crossed with a vishap. This caused you to develop extra quirks. Body parts such as small branch-like horns, a tail, sharper teeth and even scales. However, a part of your hybrid-ness also meant more than one set of genitals… or in simple terms, two dicks.
Trying to ignore your own current situation, you put your arms around your boyfriend, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. A comfortable vantage point for the movie, if you did say so yourself. Still, it didn’t quite fix the problem you were facing. Infact, it only made the situation worse when Kinich decided to relax himself against your chest. This made it quite obvious for Kinich to feel and realize exactly what was going on. It's honestly a tad embarrassing when Kinich grinds down only to freeze, feeling the obvious bulge in your pants.
“Ah- uh hey are you… hard?”
And suddenly you wish the earth would open up and swallow you whole. Being way too embarrassed by getting hard in such a way, you don’t respond. Until a thought enters your head.
“I mean… it’s your fault for grinding down so much… so… why not pay the price and…hm…. Cockwarm!”
You say, acting as if you put thought into the idea of making the shorter boy cockwarm.
“What? Archons you’re so dirty minded”
Kinich sounded sort of disgusted with the sentence you uttered. Yet, the idea was a tantalizing one. He hadn’t quite managed to take both of your cocks at the same time before and since it’d be just cockwarming it gave him ample time to try and adjust...
Kinich sighed before lifting his hips enough to shimmy down his own sweatpants and underwear. You took this as a sign to do the same, taking out your cocks. Taking one of your hands away from Kinich’s waist, you spit on it, using it to lube up only one, assuming that, like usual Kinich would only want to take one of your dicks at a time. Yet, he never ceases to surprise you.
“I want to try and take both this time. It’s only cockwarming right? So i won’t have too much trouble”
You pause for a moment but heed his words. Kinich is the type to set his mind on something and then do it afterall. So, you use your own spit to lube up both before aligning it with his entrance.
“Mmhhh-!”
He sank down onto both genitelia simultaneously. The stretch was painful for the saurian hunter but if he ignored the slight burning sensation of it, this felt great. His mind was almost silent, thoughts muffled by a light-headed feeling akin to cotton. You held him around his lower chest to stabilize him while Kinich tried to catch his breath. You couldn’t hear the sound of his shaky breathing over the sound of the TV playing the movie, rather, you could feel it through holding him. The movie still however was an afterthought, Kinich felt heavenly. He wasn’t quite lubricated properly and it certain was a tight fit with both your dicks rubbing up against eachother, yet somehow that just made the sensation even better.
It was warm, comfortable. Kinich found himself reaching upwards towards one of your horns then intertwining his fingers between the branch-like bone. He didn’t pull or tug on it, just left his fingers intertwined with the shape of one of your horns. Not many words were exchanged afterwards, rather it was just the sound of the movie, neither of you two were truly paying mind to left as ambience. Occasionally, you felt his insides spasm around your cocks, or maybe you’d hear a small gasp or moan when he attempted to shift his weight. As a show of gratitude, you move to kiss his neck, peppering small kisses across what exposed skin there was.
“Love you” You mumble, loud enough for the other to hear over the action scene of the movie. It’s surprisingly a sweet, tender atmosphere for the act they were engaged in. Usually it’d be far more intense, heated rather than calm and sweet. It was a welcome change of pace.
day 6: impact play w/ IL DOTTORE from genshin impact (nu build)!
warnings: dom reader/sub character, impact play, sexual punishment, cock slapping, degrading, praise, cumming untouched, squirting, dottore’s nu clone so very much different than the character, character hasn’t been shown before so free balling, dacryphilia, reader’s a bit mean, i’m a small dick dottore truther, going by the assumption that dottore’s clones are named after the greek alphabet, takes place before the sumeru archon quest, reader is a fellow fatui but not a harbinger
w.c: 2.1k
notes: this is just my hatred for this bastard manifesting into the fic
the gossip was all over the place when you arrived back from the latest mission with your squadron. bad things spread quickly after all and people loved to run their mouths. especially if it’s about the insane 2nd fatui harbinger or any of his fellow insane clones. you didn’t wanted to pay attention first because all of it was out of your control, you were just some faceless, no-name fatui amongst many others, so why bother? alas, this time, the rumor was about your favorite loser of a clone, so no matter how much you wanted to not pay attention or eavesdrop, you found yourself listening on as the others whispered amongst themselves anyways. something-something about how one of dottore’s clones — the crybaby one as they called nu — had nearly messed up the tsaritsa herself with some destructive, new chemical liquid while introducing it to her.
although you loved sweet little nu a ton, your love for her highness, the tsaritsa was even greater. and what better way to spend time “catching up” with your sweetheart while teaching him a lesson on how to better handle a dangerous chemical?
pushing open the large double doors of the lab where dottores usually work on their evil little plans, you make a straight beeline for the private studies of nu build quietly. although all of them are clones of dottore and therefore, essentially the “same” people, each build had different names, emotions and attitudes. so despite being the “same” person, the many clones of dottore were also their “own” person as well. nu build was the clone of dottore in his young adult years, maybe in his early twenties — you’re unsure because anytime you ask, they just either shrug or send you off to ask their “creator”, to which the real dottore is not much of a help either — soft spoken, more emotional and handled the chemicals. each dottore segments carried out different scientific researches to make discoveries much faster and be efficient in work.
knocking twice on the metal door for a warning, you step inside the lab without waiting much for an answer. nu had gotten used to your sudden entrances and leavings, so it didn’t surprise him much when he realized it was you who had come to his lab. the other segments didn’t visit much anyways, casting him aside for being too “weak” and “emotional”. seeing that it was you who had come to his workplace, pushing off his goggles and shedding his gloves down onto the table, a cute, relieved smile grows on his face, revealing sharp, jagged teeth.
“lover! you’re back from your assignment” nu calls out, swiveling around his table to come greet you with a chaste kiss to your cheek. it felt wrong to punish such a sweetheart of a clone when you knew that he had missed you greatly and the rumors were simply a dramatically exaggerated version of a simple mishap. her highness was unharmed at the end of the day but maybe you just wanted to use this excuse to relieve yourself of the headaches your squadron had given you throughout the time of the assignment.
placing a sweet kiss to his own cheek back, your arms wrap around his waist loosely, resting your chin on his shoulder with a sigh. just a moment. just a moment to take some breather and inhale his soothing scent. nu froze over for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden physical contact and affection that he takes few seconds before returning the hug, cheek squished against your own shoulder.
”nu,” you call out softly, not needing to raise your voice much thanks to this close quarter position you find yourselves in, to which nu merely hums at.
“i heard that you nearly had an accident a few days ago while introducing the newest chemical mix to the tsaritsa” and immediately, his body had stiffened up against your own. he hadn’t seemed to left his lab again after the incident, cooping himself up into his room and lab as per usual. it wasn’t a surprise, nu was much different than the rest of the segments.
pulling back from the ‘welcome back’ hug, nu began to stutter over his apologies, trying to explain to you with his own words and reasonings on how it happened and that it was all just an accident that had never landed. just as you had expected, just as you had predicted. your sweet nu could never purposefully harm anyone, much less the tsaritsa herself.
”i know nu” you cut his little rambling short, reaching a hand up to cup hiss cheek to which the clone shuts up immediately at. “i know you never harmed her nor anything happened. so calm down first, okay? deep breaths sweetheart” the soothing words were quick to ease his mind, stopping his mumbles and replacing it with a shaky sigh.
“but i need you to promise me to be more careful in the future, alright? no one is as sharp and swift as the tsaritsa” you coo out, oh so sweetly, keeping your palms full of his cute face that was already on the edge of spilling tears and wailing like the crybaby he is. shushing his sniffles down, you kiss the top of his head, smoothening back any of the long, unkempt cyan strands of hair to have a clearer look at his face.
”but,” his pouty, squished up cheeks stiffen in your hold, big, beady pairs of rubies blinking up at you as you continue in a quieter voice, “i’m not satisfied by your promise. so, be a good boy and get on the table for me? bottoms off and on all fours” you briefly glance behind him at the surgical table that laid clean and untouched for who knows how long. nu segment wasn’t exactly one who operated with ‘hosts’.
already salivating at the mouth, feeling his shark like sharp teeth drool from your tone of voice, nu swallows down a whimper, nodding his head eagerly like the sweet thing he was. obeying your sweet words of command, he shakily sheds off his dirtied lab coat, unbuckling his belt with shaky hands before he hastily steps out of his pants, then his boxers. just as you had instructed, he crawled on top of the cold, metal bed, shivering slightly at the cold feeling under his knees and hands. only now did he realize just how cold his laboratory was, shivering and feeling his small cock already starting to drip pre on the bed.
compared to the other segments’ physical condition, nu’s was on the thinner side. not much of a muscle, not much fat either, he was all just skin and bones really. didn’t help that as segments, the dottores didn’t need human nutrients or rest or anything else he may have needed while he was a human. but the smallest bits of faint blush on his skin was cute, he always looked good in red and pink after all. your adorable nu.
”feeling cold, nu?” nuttore could hear your voice grow closer, moving from the spot by the door to the spot behind him, feeling the warmth of our presence standing over his shivering body. he couldn't help himself but whine unconsciously, swallowing the drool that had accumulated on the inside of his cheek before nodding stiffly. nu didn’t know what exactly you had in mind for this reunion, but he knew he would be in for a treat tonight.
feeling the familiar sensation of your old, leather gloves, nuttore held back the urge to jolt away at the feeling, instead forcing himself to stay in place and wait for what would happen next. the clone shuffled, trying to get a bit more comfortable on his spot on the cold table before eventually whispering out a meek, “s-slightly” to your question. but what came next took him off by complete surprise, not even able to hide his little squeak that accompanied the slap to the curve of his ass.
”then should i warm you up myself, pet?” he could just picture the grin on your face at the moment, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, squeezing his palms shut and nodding a bit too enthusiastically this time.
”use your words, pup” you remind him with a strict tone, slapping his other cheek and leaving both of his bottoms with a bite-able, rosy tint. nu could only whisper a shaky, “y-yes” under his breath, more akin to an exhale than the proper manners you’ve taught him.
“louder” slap!
”gyaah-! y-yes, please!”
”mmh, there you go. there’s my sweet pet” you finally hum, a pleased noise escaping your throat as you smoothen your leather clad hand over his reddening ass. leaning over his bony body, you whisper into the shell of his ear, hot breath brushing against his sickly pale skin as you remind him of what you had meticulously trained into him, “now, remember your manners. count aloud”.
slap!
”eencg! o-one..”
despite having been away from each other for a fair amount of time, your darling of a pet seemed to have remembered his manners and lessons well. although you could hear his voice shake, mumbled little curse words and the loud counting that could sometimes even be barely taken as a word but rather a moan, you had continued with your long awaited reunion, bonding time.
it was after his ass had gone utterly red, even bordering on blue and purple did you soothe his hushed sniffles with soft coos, rubbing your palm slowly over his beaten cheeks. “which count are we on right now, nu?” you whisper sweetly, like poisoned honey on his shivering, trembling form. stopping his weak blubbers, nu weakly answers out a, “twe-enty seven.. lover”.
how pitiful as he is endearing. knees barely holding himself up and his chest already fallen on top of his clenched fists, and yet he still wanted to endure it all for you. just for the sake of wanting to please you.
”u-uhmm.. [name]?” nu calls out, head tilted sideways just enough to peek a glimpse at you over his shaking shoulders. “i.. i want to feel your hand. i-i mean! i want to.. feel your skin touching mine..” nu trails off, nearly swallowing his own words of request as he nearly gets a second thought about his decision. but he ultimately chooses not to back out, instead, trying to woo you with his fawn-like behavior.
“you don’t like my gloves? you want to be greedy and feel my hand instead?” you hum softly, pinching at the slight meat of his red ass cheeks and making him whine at the sharp sting of it. ordering him to turn over and lay on his back, you push his legs up to make him hold his own legs up with his forearms under his knees. nu could only whine at the unfair state he was placed in, letting out a betrayed noise when you covered his doe eyes with your discarded gloves placed over them.
“count again, nu. if i feel nice enough, i might allow you to cum” groping his ass, you take a good look of his position and the way his neglected cock was just weeping shamefully onto the curve of his ass. this new position made it easy to see your handiwork, pushing his cock down between his skinny thighs like it had gone flaccid when you were truly just keeping it there thanks to his obedience.
“nyYAGH-♥︎! l-love… w..where are you EEGCK! gyaahk— n-not theeeree… not—♥︎!!” nu’s words trailed off into an open mouthed wail, mouth gaping open as he gasped through drool covered lips as your gloves free hand finally touches him. on the cock. sharp, quick little slaps that refused to linger.
“s-stop! noough… nowt theere eeck ung! uung-guuhck..♡︎ aah-haah yaagh uung♡︎♡︎” nuttore could only sob out loud, his hands leaving its place wrapped around under his knees, clawing at the metal of the surgical table, or your gloves that cover his wet, red eyes, or even shakily tugging on the sleeve of your uniform.
it was by the seven or eighth slap to his tiny excuse of a cocklet that he came, squirting out thin ropes of cum onto his stomach, chest and chin, biting on a finger and tasting his blood to try and calm down the excitement bubbling in his guts. he was still hard, pitiful little thing twitching as if looking for attention, feet flat on the table with his knees shaking together.
