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?"
ororon + magic onahole pls ( if u don’t know what that is, is like a sex toy that’s magically connected to another person)
feel free to ignore if u don’t like / fell comfortable with this request !!
Dom!reader x sub!ororon - reader is gn
Warning: trying out a magic onahole on ororon <3, he bites you once or twice, teasing, dacryphilia, sex toy, anal sex (character receiving), kinda fingering…?, light degradation, established relationship
Word count: 4.8k
Nini!rant: pls forgive me if he seems a little ooc
Anniversary event 2025
It was the same today as well. You were just planning on taking a leisurely walk when you stumbled upon that sketchy looking shop yet again. Maybe you ought to blame your curiosity, perhaps it brought you here subconsciously, leaving you standing in front of the by now almost familiar wooden doors. The reason why you haven’t entered this place despite your itch to do so was the many weird looking stuff stuck to the walls. Some of it appeared quite obscene, while others seemed like nothing but bored scribbles. Were you even right to assume this was a shop at all?
Nevertheless, this was your third time passing by now, so it was about time for you to sate your curiosity. Three time’s the charm, wasn’t there a saying like this? After grumbling for a few more seconds, you entered the establishment and began looking around. The sight of the lit rooms and items put on display eased your worries. Luckily you didn’t just walk into a stranger’s home, and it appears to be a serious business. Your eyes scanned the goods, wondering if you’ll find anything worthwhile. For now, you only saw worthless junk laying around— toys, furniture, books —judging by the variety of goods, this must be some kind of antique shop.
Since you weren’t really in need of anything, you were just about to leave, if not for the loud sound that echoed through the rather fully packed room. That surprised you enough to stop you in your tracks, making you turn back and come face to face with the shopkeeper. As soon as you opened your mouth to mouth a greeting, a box was shoved into your arms, rendering you speechless. It took a little while for you to recover from the shock, and you asked quietly, “what the heck? What’s this?”
The shopkeeper, who was now seated behind the counter, scoffed uninterested, “you look like you need it. Just think of person you like while using it. Fifty grand, pay up or leave it.” ….wow, honestly? This was probably your clue to leave whatever was handed to you behind and go home. Even so… you’ve been saving up quite a bit of mora after ororon began gifting you his crops all the time. You didn’t need to worry about food anymore, which left you with a bit of financial freedom. It wouldn’t hurt to indulge in your curiosity just one more time, right?
Well, no matter what the correct answer was, you bought it in the end, and rushed home with it. For some reason you were bubbling with anticipation, wondering just what kind of object was hidden inside. As soon as you closed the door, you began taking the package apart, getting rid of the excessive ribbons tied around it. This thing was worth 50 grand! It simply has to be worth it! Soon, it was time to take off the lid and you did so with a certain spark in your eyes, until your eyes scanned over probably the most unexpected thing it could have been.
Because what do you mean there’s a damn onahole inside? Is that why the shopkeeper told you to think of the person you liked? And you looked like you needed this? Was that an insult? Did you seem lonely and frustrated or what was the message??? You’ll have them know you are, in fact, in a relationship, and you were definitely not in need of sex toys. After a bit of cursing, your anger subsided, and you decided to examine it from up close. This was bought with your hard-earned money after all, and it’d be even more of a waste to simply throw it away.
So, let’s see… the texture’s pretty… elastic to say the least. The shape? Kind of obscene, it had a hole shaped to resemble a cunt, alongside everything else a vulva is supposed to have. By now, you were already aware that you were a slave to your curiosity. There was no one to judge you, and you didn’t need to feel guilty. It was nothing but… let’s say, an experiment. Not like you were going to actually use it or anything, just- testing it out, right?
Hence you began spreading the folds and peeking inside, amazed at how detailed this thing was. No wonder it was so expensive… or maybe you got scammed after all? Ah, damn it, why were you feeling embarrassed when you were by yourself? Ororon was probably still sleeping judging by the bright sun hanging in the sky, so there was no one who could walk in on you.
The toy itself seemed quite small, and the same could be said about the passage. Was this to cater to some kind of perverse fantasies? With how stretchy the material is, that could be the case. How peculiar, what would it feel like from the inside? The outer part is very squishy and soft, it should be the same from the inside too, no? The longer you fumbled with that thing, the more questions popped up, and it was inevitable that you would soon overcome your own shame.
If began with you sticking two fingers inside, wriggling them around without a single care in the world, humming fascinated when you could see little bumps from the outside. Not to mention, the rough outlines of your fingers, which means the material was slightly transparent. Now, onto the next test, just how strechy is this thing really? You scissored your fingers, adding a third one when you needed, and tried to make the hole as big as possible. How easily that was, quite different from reality. That’s the novelty of a toy and fiction, you’d assume.
Even so a toy is just a toy after all, and its insides aren’t warm or wet like the real deal neither. This could be a fitting substitute, though you didn’t see the appeal since you had someone eager enough to offer themselves up to you whenever you wanted. And frankly enough, the real deal was way more erotic. With his cute little ears that twitched whenever he was overwhelmed, his beautiful heterochromia eyes, and that soothing voice you enjoyed listening to. Ah, damn it, now you were starting to miss him.
Hopefully he’ll wake up from his sleep and come to you soon, though what would be the chance, considering it was barely noon? That’s right, there’s no way, haha. With these thoughts in mind, you continued to explore that little gadget, trying out everything you were curious about just to make your already wasted money somewhat worth it. Until another suspicious sound akin to the growl of an animal in pain caught your attention, giving you a sense of deja vu.
You stopped, trying to figure out what that groan was. Whatever, it probably wasn’t anything noteworthy, you thought to yourself after a few seconds and tried to ignore it. That’s when the doorknob to the room you were staying at suddenly rattled, followed by the lock clicking open. Which uninvited guest was intruding this time? A small frown flashed your expression as your gaze sharpened towards the door. Despite your composed attitude now, nothing could have prepared you for the sight that was about to be etched into your brain.
Who would have thought it’d be your lover clinging to the doorframe and slowly sliding down onto the ground. His legs giving out beneath him the moment he managed to step inside, knees crossed and a flushed face glistening with a fresh layer of sweat… no doubt about it, something was terribly wrong. “Ororon..!? What are you- are you alright—?!?” You quickly rushed to his side, pulling your fingers out of the toy you were fidgeting with just mere moments ago. That’s when a long, stretched out whine reached your ears.
“HnnGhh…! S-stop this.. damn— urgh…!!” the tips of his ears twitched slightly, his hand was fisting his own clothes, gripping at them with all his might. Now that you’ve gotten closer, you noticed some dried tear-tracks on his cheeks and his trembling frame. No matter how you called out to him, he refused to met your gaze, resulting in you cupping his face and forcing him to look up at you, “tell me right now what happened.” Seeing how worried you were, the poor thing had no choice but to recount the humiliating experience.
He wanted to hide his face so badly, yet you were holding his chin so firmly, he couldn’t do anything but glance to the side. A small, almost inaudible whisper slipped past his barely parted lips, “I’m not sure. It- it feels like somethings…” The boy gulped, squeezing his eyes shut as if that’d protect him from your judgement. This was simply too much, why did it have to happen to him…! “…somethings touching me. In— erm, you know which places.”
Ah, so he meant between his legs- wait, what? Touching him, and that inappropriately? Was it some kind of perverse ghost? “This doesn’t make any sense, describe the feeling to me.” You quickly commanded, to which he grumbled, “haah… fine, calm down, the feeling has disappeared for now.” He frowned a little, brows furrowed as he tried to swat your hands away, “it began with some light touching before it…” and he trailed off again, inhaling deeply, “just to clear this up, I’m not sure if I’m describing it right, but, it felt like someone was… toying with me, with their fingers inside me. I… I’m not going to explain any further.”
His ears were flattening against his skull, and if not for the severity of the moment, you would have squeaked at how adorable his reactions were. “And… when did it begin?” You mumbled, trying to find some hints of what could have conspired here. After he responded ‘about 10 minutes ago’, a wild idea crossed your mind. Could this be connected to that sketchy shop you visited earlier? This might be a stretch but, maybe, just maybe, that sex toy you bought wasn’t an ordinary onahole….?
The 10 minutes time frame would fit, and the fact that he was doing alright again after meeting up with you. If what you suspected was true, then… “Ororon, can you walk? Let’s get you to the bed first.” You suggested, helping him stumble towards your bed, letting him sit down before you picked up the beige coloured object. At first he was slightly confused by your actions, resulting in his pupils following your every move with a certain hesitation. By the end of it, he was a little intrigued by that weird looking thing in your hands.
His blatant stare’s were obvious enough for you to pick up, and you explained, “I didn’t know what this was when I bought it, don’t look at me like that.” Once you realised his stares weren’t accusing ones, you sat down next to him and mumbled, “do you know… what this is?” Ororon shook his head slowly, though even if he didn’t know the name of such an object, he could tell what function it served by the form and look of it. Seeing his rather innocent reaction, you found yourself feeling a little bold and leaned closer to him, murmuring in a quieter voice, “do you want to try using this?”
The way he tensed up was adorable, and how his face scrunched up too. You really enjoyed his expressions, a stark contrast to how stoic his first impressions were like. “I thought we wanted to clear up what happened to me first.” He reminded you of the task at hand, who were now fumbling with the edge of his shirt. “Hmm, right.” You said, as you began inserting your fingers into the toy again. That was all he saw from the corners of his eyes, before the intense feelings he had just escaped from returned, crashing down on him like a tidal wave.
“Ah-ahnNhhgHh..?!? ♡♥︎ n-no, no…! I-it’s back, that strange sensation… ah, hnghh…♡” poor thing immediately doubled over, holding his own stomach while clenching his thighs together. He could tell that his body was reacting quite… positively, and his arousal only continued to grow. Why was he like this..? He didn’t want to get hard due to some abnormality like this— while he didn’t mind being a weirdo, that didn’t mean he was fine with being a pervert!
In contrary to the panicking male, you were relatively calm for the severity of the situation. Since now you were certain that the onahole you held in your hands wasn’t just any normal toy— no, it was actually connected to the body of your lover. Which means, this was like an erotic extension of him…! You couldn’t help the awestruck gasp coming out of your mouth, suddenly recalling the way you prodded and played with the insides of that object barely minutes ago. No wonder he looked so disheveled and flustered, he was basically getting his brains fucked stupid with you being the cause.
How exhilarating this was…! To think you were ruining him like that without the slightest idea… totally worth your mora. Ah, it’s about time to tell him about your findings though. You wore a lighthearted expression as you chuckled, “don’t you want to take care of that mess first, Ororon?” A gentle nod into the direction of his crotch was enough to get the message across. “No need to act so upright, it’s not like we are strangers.” Yea no, you two were far from strangers.
This wouldn’t be your first time engaging in such acts neither, there really was little reason for him to decline. Except he didn’t want it, though despite everything, he did. In addition, you seemed confident, he trusted that you knew what you were doing. Even if the thought of indulging in passion when the mystery surrounding his body haven’t been solved seemed bizarre, it wasn’t strange enough to make him stop you.
With that out of the way now, he nodded all compliant and began unzipping his pants, freeing his already weeping cock. It has been craving stimulation since the very first time his ‘symptoms’ began showing, and thus was already all slippery with his own precum. “So pend up already, did you walk all the way over to me with a hard on? How naughty, I didn’t know you had that side to you.” He instantly began shaking his head furiously, snapping at you, “no! I didn’t do anything shameful like that…!” Well, mostly didn’t.
Such a strong reaction from your lovely boy, maybe it was too mean of you? Right, you shouldn’t tease him like that when you were the root of his problems. It really was about time to explain it to him. You hummed to yourself and used a hand to spread his precum into an even layer coating his arousal. This part of him will need to be nicely coated in slick and fluids to prevent hurting. If you are lucky, there might be lube that came with the purchase, so you reached into the box and were glad to see that there was in fact a small bottle of lubricant.
Using that, you coated the spots that were still dry and the insides of the toy, then put it aside on the bed. All that was left now was for him to enjoy the main course ♡ “you see, ororon, I think…” you wrapped one arm around the back of his waist, inching closer to him, resting your hand on his hip, “…this thing here might be the answer to everything.” His gaze dropped from your face down to your hand, scepticism written all over him as he glanced at the silicon, watching your every move. Then, you pushed only his tip past the dripping entrance of the object, and braced yourself for his reaction.
As expected, his entire body jumped from the sensation which just coursed through him. A pressing, shuddering jolt which was like a lightning bolt made his belly clench and flutter. In his frenzy, he even twisted over to cling to your shoulders, eyes wide open as he moaned out in shock, “ahnNgh..?!! W-what.. n-ngh.…♥︎” While he did expect to feel something with his cock, he wasn’t expecting that other phantom feeling to return like this! After his initial shudders subsided, tears began to collect in the corners of his eyes. Even now he was still confused, though he was on the right path of uncovering the whole picture.
Once you pushed more of his dick inside, to the point he bottomed out inside the toy entirely, creating lewd squelching sounds through the lube, he also finally caught on. This thing was truly the source of those eerie sensations, and, now that the toy was filled to the brim, he couldn’t help but cry out, “ah—hNghh… y-you..! t-this thing, where did you get it..? Uh-UhmM~! Pu-pull back, it’s too much ♥︎♥︎♡” how was this even possible, for him to share his senses with such a thing, so that he felt like he was the one doing the penetrating and getting it, by his own cock nonetheless.
So embarrassing… oh you were so mean, coming up with something this cruel yet pleasurable. It’d be a lie to say he wasn’t slowly relaxing and beginning to enjoy it, since there wasn’t anything dangerous about these sensations anymore. His body was relaxing, the tensing muscles easing slowly. Even so, he continued to cling to you, resting his forehead against the crook of your neck as he whimpered, “j-just a little… pull out— ngHmm… just a l-little..♡” seeing how sweetly he was asking you, why shouldn’t you indulge his whims?
You cooed at him as you slid the toy upwards, until only half of his length was inside the sticky passage. “Is this fine? Or still too deep for you?” Ororon shook his head, gasping for air in hopes to stabilise his breathing. He was shivering so badly, even his fingers were shaking, yet he didn’t dislike this. Seriously, he was too sensitive for his own good, you almost felt bad for him. Which is why you stroked a trail along his spine with the hand previously holding his hips, using only the gentlest brushes until you reached his head.
There, you caressed his silky hair, patted and ruffled his soft ears to comfort him. “Does it feel that overwhelming? Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you don’t want.” You reassured, giving him time to sort things out by himself as a moment of silence passed between the two of you. The peace was only broken when he squirmed ever so slightly, leaning closer and brushing your throat with his lips. Was he trying to hide in the comfort of your shoulders? Nuzzling into the crook of your neck like this, he really was that humiliated, huh? You thought to yourself, which led to you being even more surprised when he proved to be acting more aggressively than expected. With him biting down on you, sinking his fangs into your flesh.
“Ah— ah..!?” You gasped, the hand combing through his hair freezing in the middle of the motion. He really just marked you, such a troublesome man he was. After you saw his sheepish, half-shy half-frown of an expression, you scoffed at him, “hah, what a brat you are, catching me off guard like that.” While he did hear that, he didn’t argue back and simply mumbled, “can’t you continue now?…I’ve calmed down.” So now you were the one being too slow, and not him, who was crying with overstimulation just a second ago.
“Alright alright, you impatient thing.” You sighed and laughed, “you’ve been edged enough, huh? Want to cum that bad?” Despite the teasing tone, you didn’t waste any time and began pushing the toy down again. Lube was being squeezed out of the onahole, leaking all the way down his thighs. Small groans and whines could be heard from the boy once more, filling the room and recreating the perverted atmosphere from before. “Ahngh, n-not so fast… ♥︎♡ hngh…” a shrill cry as he complained, “I-I feel it from… bo-both sides… urggGhh…! Be gentle…!!”
Right, there was that, you couldn’t just move the silicone around however you pleased now that you knew the truth. Otherwise, you might just accidentally tear something inside him. “Mhm, got it, I’ll be gentle.” With that being said, you started off nice and slow, setting an intimate pace fit for letting him get used to this unfamiliar feeling. The strokes were long and drawn-out, going from the base of his shaft all~ the way to the top, then repeating the whole process once at a time. Furthermore, you used a tight grip around the onahole, to make the toy really clench around him in a tight fit.
This whole ordeal was enough to make him huff and groan into his palms after biting his lips bruised and swollen wasn’t enough anymore, his eyes rolling back already with heart-shaped pupils. The way his free hand tugged at your sleeve was so small you almost missed it. He just needed something to anchor him against the onslaught of pleasure, the almost overstimulating sensations plaguing his willing body.
Damn it, his hand wasn’t enough to muffle the shameful noises anymore. So he changed by shoving his face deeper into your neck, digging his nails into your shoulder by accident. Eventually, he needed a better grip and let his hands wander to your back instead, now clawing at your shoulder blades like a wanton thing, all in hopes to navigate through the sheer intensity of the pleasure he was receiving more clearly. “Ha-Haaah… hanGhh… ah, n-not there…!! ♥︎♡♥︎ don’t tease— i-it feels weird… ah, n-noo MhmNh~♡♥︎♡ that spot… please m-more♥︎!!”
Just listen to those cute moans~ depending on how you moved, you could also slightly control the place his dick would thrust into. This allowed you to pinpoint his sweet spots with scary accuracy, and so you’ve been showering that place with extra affection. You were basically punching the whimpers out of him with every thrust! How picky he was though, begging for you to stop and go harder in the same breath. What a dilemma indeed, you couldn’t possibly fulfil both pleads at once, no?
Whatever, seeing he very obviously enjoyed himself, you simply continued to deliberately hit his prostate head on, watching him thrash and squeal at the pure bliss spreading from his core to every last corner of his body. How strange these emotions and feels were, his insides were getting stretched and rearranged without actually being filled. So peculiar, and yet so, so… erotic ♡ He could clench down however he wanted, yet the insistent pressure would not back down, causing his squishy walls to flutter in desperation. Not good, he was getting swayed way too much, he was already drooling…!
Such a debauched sight… he was already becoming such a messy piece of art. With this deep blush covering his face and other body parts, his furry looking ears twitching uncontrollably, and the shudders running down his spine signalising you it won’t subside anytime soon~ anyone would be able to tell how much he liked this. His tears were glistening in the blinding sunlight, drawing attention to his brightly coloured irises. Truly adorable, you couldn’t help but admire your lover, readjusting your free arm around his waist once more.
“So cute.” You made a breathless comment, not noticing that you were subconsciously picking up the pace of the strokes. Even though the squelching sounds also got louder in proportion to the accelerating speed, you somehow didn’t notice at all, due to you being too infatuated and distracted with something else. “Y-you…! Wait- hngh, wait, j-just.. wait a moment, ‘ts too fast, you are being too much…♥︎” Only after he cried out to you did you snap out of your half-trance, and came to realise how ruthless your pace has become.
The sheer amount of precum currently filling the onahole was astonishing, it was spilling out around his base already and joining the old tracks dripping down his inner thighs. And would you look at that, his rim was also fluttering and clenching down so eagerly, yet there was nothing to wrap around and squeeze, nothing that was easing its desires and filling him. Must be so frustrating, huh? Only able to feel the sensations, the phantoms of getting fucked right where he loved it the best, without it actually being there, thus left with no ways to escape.
“Ah, sorry there, I didn’t notice that was too much for my little bat here.” You laughed it off, ignoring the way he was glaring at you. He would have been so embarrassed again if he could hear your shameless thoughts. “Well then, is this speed alright with you?” After asking that, you slowed done by a small fraction. So impossibly little, that one might even claim you didn’t change anything at all. But he didn’t argue this time, only answering with a meek, almost shy nod. Upon seeing that cute display, you had to return it with a teasing grin, “I’ll take that as a yes, tell me if I got it wrong.”
How were you able to stay this awfully cheeky after reducing him to nothing but a whiny mess? He looked awful in comparison, all disheveled and ruined. His hair was glued to his flushed skin, fresh claw marks appearing down your spine. Not to mention his quivering hips—! Squirming with each half-hearted yet demanding stroke. Poor thing couldn’t get his body to calm down and sit still, no matter what he tried, as if it had a mind of its own. Raw ecstasy was blooming beneath his skin, building up in his core. The pleasure was overwhelming, just waiting for the moment it’ll all spill out and leave him wrecked beyond measure.
The dual pleasure of both of his most intimate place getting toyed with was simply too much, he couldn’t hold out much longer. His voice got louder, proportionally to the growing number of frantic bounces and grinds into the squishy toy done by his lower body. In the midst of it all, he bit down on your shoulder again, desperately trying to find something— really, anything, to help anchor him, crying out with fat tears rolling down his pretty face, “Ughhh… hn, ah-mMhm~ m’close, d-don’t stop now, aAahHhnn~ ♡♥︎♡”
You couldn’t repress the instinctive jerk of your shoulder at the deep sting and huffed, “urgh— don’t forget you’ve got fangs, ororon. You really want to cum, huh?” He didn’t think twice before nodding repeatedly, stuttering, “nNghhmm~ Mhm, y-yes, wanna… haaah, I-I want to cum…♡” Damn it, you’ve really got a soft spot for him. Just hearing that slutty, slurred-over voice of his was enough to make you give in yet again. Surely you weren’t spoiling him too much now, right?
“Go on, cream pie yourself, spurt it all~ out and release your nasty cum into your own insides ♥︎” you taunted him one last time, painting a vivid picture with your words. He couldn’t help the way his imagination was going wild, picturing his own seed dripping out of his hole. And just like that, he came inside the onahole, filling the already limited space to the brim, to the point of overflow. He nuzzled into your neck one last time while he moaned out loud, eyes rolling back like the wanton thing he was, whimpers getting muffled by your skin, “hnnGHnnm-MHmmnNHhh~♡♥︎♡..!!!~~”
And of course, due to the nature of that magical ‘tool’, he felt like he was getting filled from the inside as well. Never in his wildest dreams could he have came up with such a perverted act, to breed his own insides like this and to end up as a drooling, twitching wreck of a man. Slumping against your chest, heaving like he was drowning while his cum slowly escaped the confines of the onahole and smeared across his thighs. It reeked of sex everywhere, but at last the lewd thrusting noises have stopped. The remaining sounds were just his pants and the dripping of cum onto the now defiled floor, a casual reminder of the intensity of his orgasm.
Who would have thought you’d acquire such a treasure in that run-down looking shop? Perhaps you should go back there soon and browse through the things stored there in earnest, maybe in the company of this slutty-looking, drooling thing half thrown over your lap? “Hey, ororon… say, let’s visit that shop I bought this from again sometime.” You suggested all excited, pulling the toy off of him and holding it up, not caring that the sticky fluid inside was leaking everywhere. But no matter how enthusiastic you were, you won’t be able to go today, for he was simply too fucked out of it to even register your voice ♡
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!
Warning: mirror sex, feminisation, teasing, crossdressing/skirt (character), calling him ‘girl’, reader works in an artistic field, handjob, virgin scara, dacryphilia, groping, little bit cum play, facial (but also not??), light degradation, nipple play, biting, marking, subspace
~ Word count: 4.9k~
Nini!rant: here reader asks scara to model for them, could be any kind of Modeling - fashion, photography, writing…
Kinktober list 2024/2025
“You promised to model for me!” A disappointed voice rang out of you, the tone over-dramatised to stress your faked emotional turmoil. The way you acted was undeniably childish, like a kid throwing a tantrum, but the thing on stake was more important than your pride right now. “I told you, fuck off! This isn’t what I agreed to!” He shouted in return, trying to storm off until he realised the door was locked. “The heck? Give me the key now if you don’t want me to break your door!”
Wait a damn minute. How did you get yourself into this messy situation again? Or rather, when did it start going downhill?
Perhaps since the moment you began stubbornly pursuing him, following him around everywhere like a stalker just to ask him to model for you? No, even now you were still convinced that he was the right one, you could feel it in your gut. Though if you knew how horrible his personality was, then you maybe wouldn’t have asked twice. For one instance, right on your first meeting, where you tried to introduce yourself, he just ignored you! Saying he didn’t talk with people who ‘can’t form intellectual thoughts’. Who the heck did he think he was?
Furthermore he began actively ignoring you, before getting up and leaving without giving you a chance to start a proper conversation. Rendering you speechless, unable to scout him, which is why you resulted to yelling. “Ack- wait, I’ve got a small favour to ask, I’ll pay you handsomely too!” Yet none of it was of interest to him, at least until you mentioned this, “I-I’m very well known in my field…! I saw you publishing a paper on the inner workings of Inazuma’s politics, if I actively promote it, I can help your paper reach more people!”
Finally, you got him to stop in his tracks, with his back still turned to you as he questioned, “you think I care about publicity for my thesis?” You gulped, that was supposed to be the ace up your sleeve. After all, every academic in sumeru would love a chance like that, to get a push from someone famous. “You don’t—?” “I want that paper to spread like wildfire, enough to cause some serious damage. Got it?” The indigo haired man interrupted you, suddenly facing you as he jabbed a finger against your chest.
You nodded immediately, there was no room left for negotiations. This is a sign that he agreed, correct? Has destiny finally decided to favour you? “Hmpf, so, what’s this favour you spoke of.” He was even willing to hear you out! Now you really think you got him in the bag, “I need you to model for me, you probably know what my line of work is.” Even if he didn’t care, he knew precisely because you were that influential. A modelling gig, huh, it might boost his reputation as well, but honestly speaking he wasn’t keen on being anything of that sort.
On the other hand, to have his disguised hate-speech against the archon of inazuma get the attention he thinks it deserves… quite the tempting offer. “Fine, when do I have to come?” Yes! Your efforts weren’t in vain. The time spend doing background checks and asking around at last paid off, and you quickly gave him all the necessary information he needed, like your address and name, telling him you’d be happy if he was free and could do some modeling right now.
Once you two reached your studio, you immediately got down to work, getting all the materials you needed and placing them accordingly, aiming to display the vision you had. Scara stood in the doorframe, observing everything with a condescending gaze as always. After you were satisfied with the arrangement, you waved him over, and he slowly stepped closer to you. “There's one last thing before we can get started, could you change into this outfit for me?” You inquired, a pile of clothes in your hands, and eyes sparkling with eagerness.
And what came afterwards... well, just listen to him. “If you think you can get me to wear such frivolous things, you might need a reality check.” By the looks of it, he didn’t like the clothes you prepared. Why though? They were so pretty, made out of the finest threads, smooth to the skin and- “how did you even get the idea of giving me something with so many laces and frills?!” -and too feminine for his taste? But a model’s supposed to showcase and help develop your ideas, not their own preferences.
“Please scara, I really need your help here. It’s just clothes!” You argued, to which he replied, “you are going to publish your works too, aren’t you? Well fuck you because I’m not going to get paraded around in such a humiliating way.” Seriously, why is he so against wearing some slightly more cutesy stuff? “Can’t you please cooperate, just this once? See, I’m begging you, I’ll owe you one after this, alright?” You tried to convince him, though the effect was…debatable at best.
The boy took another glance at the fabrics in your hands, the soft, bright colours mocking him, a sense of embarrassment bubbling in his chest as he shook his head. “No fucking way. Why did you have to choose me?” He crossed his arms over his chest, resembling a poor attempt at shielding himself. “That’s easy, I think you are the perfect fit for this.” Based on his reaction, it seemed he wasn’t happy with your answer, so you explained it a little, “my next theme has something to do with dolls, and, your appearance is exactly what I was looking for.”
Petite frame, pale skin resembling porcelain, silky and shiny hair with such a beautiful deep colour… not to mention his face card. He was kind of cute personality wise too, though he won’t catch you saying that out loud, he might actually hit you if you did. “Anyway, I haven’t found anyone else as suited as you, if I did I wouldn’t pursue you like this— I mean, because I know you are reluctant to participate.”
For some reason he was even more furious than before, so in fear of you losing your model, you reminded him of your deal, “ah, right, I’ve got some connections in inazuma, so I was going to sell my works there as well. I’ll just deliver your papers alongside my submissions, what do you think?” After hearing that, he furrowed his brows. Even if he hated to admit it- you truly were a big shot. If his stuff arrived next to yours, many fans will get a copy of his thesis simply out of loyalty or curiosity, heck it will most definitely get plastered all over the news too.
No matter how reluctant he was to debase himself like that, he couldn’t argue you were doing him a big favour. Besides, it’d spread his name around faster when having a celebrity backing him, as mentioned before, which might be of advantage in the future. The more he thought about it, and weighed the two options out, the more he began to give in to your persuasions. In addition it will be nothing but an one-time thing, he’s got nothing to lose. “Urgh… fine, you sure know how to defend your case.”
With that being said, he snatched the clothes out of your grasp, and stomped towards a door leading to a separate room. You blinked, amazed that you actually got him to change his mind, and getting kind of excited now that you were waiting for him to change. How will he look like in the outfit you provided him with? You put in much care preparing those, choosing every decoration and matching the colours. Hopefully he won’t shred them into pieces, you crossed your fingers and prayed for the best outcome.
A while later, the boy emerged from behind the wall, locking eyes with you instantly. At this point you got used to that gaze, with those fierce pupils filled with flames of rage and murderous intent. He groaned agitated, asking, “are you happy now?” For a split second there, you were preparing yourself mentally in case he got physical, luckily it didn’t come that far. After the initial shock, you finally got some break to actually see for yourself how the fabrics looked on him and, archons, he looked adorable.
A loose fitting, floaty top paired with a mid-thigh long skirt adorned his body. The way it clung or settled around his curves was even better than what you imagined, and for some reason his glare didn’t appear as threatening anymore…? “Quit staring so much, perv.” Scaramouch growled, clenching his teeth, he felt ridiculous wearing this. There’s no way he’d look anything close to appropriate or good when draped in such things, consider yourself lucky that he didn’t tear anything apart.
“Was I staring? Sorry, I’m just amazed at how perfect it fits you.” No need for the flattery, he knew he looked off or funny. A faint blush crept up his cheeks anyway, due to the embarrassment or praise? He wasn’t sure himself. “Yea yea, whatever. Just get started already. Don’t I need to strike a pose or something?” The male wondered, and you nodded, “that’s right. Could you…” you hummed to yourself, pondering where to start, “…come over here?”
You pointed to a spot on the ground, and he came over moments later, followed by you grabbing him by his waist. “Please excuse my rudeness, just- adjusting some stuff, the finishing touches you know.” Was all you said, before immersing yourself in your work. Moving him back and forth a little, searching for the perfect angle and accidentally squeezing his hips occasionally. Smoothing out some folds in the clothing, playing around with his hair…
He was so close to complaining again, until he noticed there was a mirror right in front of him, through which he could observe your every motion. That’s when he saw himself in that outfit from the third person perspective for the first time, his small frame decorated with clothes he wasn’t normally used to. The way it enhanced and accentuated the more graceful parts of him, how surprisingly comfortable it actually was to wear those…has the texture always been this soft and nice to the touch?
Without him noticing, or wanting this to happen, a sense of thrill and excitement replaced the initial dread. Maybe he didn’t look all that dumb in a skirt after all. While he was secretly admiring himself in his reflection, thinking you wouldn’t notice since you were preoccupied with your work, you were actually observing his behaviours. You knew it would come to this, you saw the potential in him, and never once was your intuition wrong.
All he needed was a little push, to gain confidence. Every model has to be self-confident in their looks and skills, otherwise it’ll become apparent in the end product. Now, what else should you do to encourage him? Maybe he’d enjoy some compliments to boost his pride? Or some special attention?
Despite you already being positioned behind him, you still acted as if you were sneaking around and ran your hands over his hips carefully, before digging your fingers into his waist. “UrghhKk..?!?” He met your eyes through the mirror, mouth agape, blush deepening, unable to even fathom what just happened. “Did you just-” “oh, you are ticklish? How unexpected.” You commented, and began groping him, as if he was a plaything you could touch however you wanted.
Running your palms over his lower abdomen, pelvis, all the way up to his perky chest, whispered all thrilled, “your skin’s so soft too, how cute.” On the other hand, scara began squirming around, speechless at your shameless display. He wanted to push you away but something was stopping him, yet he didn’t know why he couldn’t do it, only clawing at your forearm while groaning, “the fuck do you think you are doing?” Even you were dumbfounded that he didn’t just beat you up or something, and responded, “hmm… admiring you?”
What a weak excuse, though it was basically the truth. You suddenly got this urge to fondle and probe at him, to see his flushed cheeks be tainted with an even brighter pink. “I don’t think this outfit would have looked better on anyone else.” Your genuine praise got to his head, and he huffed, “anyone with functional eyes can make that statement.” A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and you asked, “oh? Are you finally admitting that you look adorable like this?”
“A-adorable?!” He gazed over his shoulder, shooting you a feisty glance since he wasn't sure if he liked that word being used on him. “Yes, adorable.” You repeated it again, and one of your hands brushed over his milky inner thighs, tracing the outlines slowly. The feeling was foreign to him, yet he didn't detest it. On the contrary, it was almost as if he relished in your attention, enjoying it to the fullest. Your touch was so warm compared to his non-existent body heat. By the looks of it, the purpose of why you invited him was starting to fade and be forgotten.
“So... should I continue?” Your gaze met his through the glass, and you saw how his breath quickened, eyes half-lidded in a half blink. It was quite the sensual spectacle, if you didn’t have enough self control, you might have pounced him, you had to admit. Such temptation he was, you didn't plan for things to turn so intimate, but neither did you detest this outcome. “Mhm...” he agreed with a roll of his eyes, nodding despite not knowing why.
A sudden sense of shame coursed through him, and he averted his eyes from yours. Why did he even consent? Did he actually like your advances? How cheap... this was so unlike himself. Even if your palms felt quite nice caressing him, making his stomach flutter so much, resulting in his heart skipping a beat alongside tingles blossoming from his head all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes, why would he cave in so easily? He felt like his mirror image was snickering at him.
Since you got his permission, for now, you moved your hands a little, running them underneath his skirt. He was simply so starved of touch and of any kind of affection, hence he was yelping at every fondle. That, added with him being able to see every filthy thing you were doing to him through the mirror, observing how his own expressions morphed into lustful ones, what a lewd play this was. How were you so skilled with your fingers? Letting them dance across his flesh, grabbing his flesh, earning one whimper after another out of him.
It didn't surprise anyone that he got aroused, a bulge forming on the skirt where his crotch is. “Nghh... do you do this with all your models...?” He questioned, trying to gain some kind of control again, he can't bring it over his pride to submit everything to you without putting in some fight. “No, this is also a first for me.” You answered, and smirked at the obvious signs of his erection, “but it seems I'm not all too shabby at it?” Scara gritted his teeth at you, nails digging into your arms, leaving behind red crescent forms.
How annoying, that you knew you were the root of his lust. He hated how needy he looked, and how easily he handed the reins to you. Doesn’t matter, he was going to get back at you in one way or another. “And you must find me very irresistible, to be that eager.” He mocked, though you weren't provoked at all. “I'm not going to deny it.” Hearing that left him momentarily stunned, you were awfully honest. Thus he had to try some more even snarkier stuff, and he thought hard about his next words, “then what are you waiting for?”
You were nuzzling his nape, though after hearing his unexpected statement, you looked up at him confused and asked, “what?” To which he said, “why are you just petting me if you are oh so eager.” Seeing you taken aback was a nice change, and he grinned cheekily, taking it even further, “don't tell me you are that boring and satisfied with only a little groping? Like some perverted old man?” This should do the trick~
He still got some bite to him, huh? If he has the energy to provoke you, then surely he can use it on something way more efficient. “This is on you, got it?” You scoffed, and began reaching between his legs, brushing your fingertips over his sex. A shudder ran down his spine, and he tensed together, “h-haah..! Y-you think that can scare me?” Scara scoffed, yet it sounded more like a hollow threat, and so you chuckled, “who said I’m trying to scare you?”
“Rather… a cute girl shouldn’t hide such naughty things under their skirt, don’t you agree?” You taunted in a playful tone, before flapping the fabric up to reveal his leaking dick, soaking through the pastel coloured panties. “Look at that, you even wore the underwear. Say, have you been lying to me about not liking this?” That really struck a sensible cord, and he flared up like a street cat, frowning at you through the furniture.
As if your words alone weren’t enough to hurt his ego, you just had to prove your statement by wrapping your stupidly warm hand around his shaft, causing him to double over as his knees gave out beneath him. Such traitors, getting weak at the smallest stimulations. “HnnGh..! You imbecile- fucking—ah… anNnhg…!♡♥︎” He buckled, hands bawled into fists as he slammed them against the mirror, forehead following next.
Poor thing was panting already, which led to your next ridicule, “can’t take it? Tell me, I might go easy on you.” If it weren’t for you holding him by his waist, he might have flopped and crashed down completely. Be understanding with him, he’s never had anyone do such things to him! Of course he was going to be like this, with his voice spilling with no restraint, as well as him being unaware of his own volume.
“What a bad girl, hiding this filthy dick behind such cute clothes. I told you, you ought not to do that.” You murmured, placing your chin onto his shoulder, getting into the perfect position to mutter directly into his ear. Sticking your tongue out to lick his earlobe, before trailing down with the kissed, burying your lips beneath the collar of the shirt. “You don’t mind marks, right?” You proclaimed, and began sucking at his skin, trying out different spots to gauge his reactions.
“Uh-urgHhh…! d-damn you…” He folded under the onslaught of stimulation, allowing you to do as you pleased. Not that he minded all that much, he always wore high-collar stuff anyway, so no one would know about the evidence of your secret session. As for him? Ah! W-well, ehem, you probably wouldn’t stop even if he told you to, so consider this one of his gracious acts, to permit you to leave marks on his previous body like this. It’s the last time you’ll get to do this, so you better enjoy it to the fullest.
Never has Scaramouch ever concerned himself with such primitive things, neither has he imagined he’d be on the receiving end, so he had no prior knowledge of how good that would feel. To have your mouth travel across his shaking frame, hands caressing every untouched inch… small groans and whimpers slipped past his tightly clenched lips. “mhmff… g-guuhHh.. so- irritating ♥︎♡” He loved this, to have your hand stroke him, pleasuring him, making him feel a sense of desire he haven’t had for such a long time.
Pure ecstasy coursed through his body, head spinning and melting under the continued overstimulation. You took this chance to learn more about him, what his likes and dislikes were, and rubbed his flushed tip with your thumb which earned you another cute moan from the male. “Ah-ahHh..! D-don’t do that!” He thrashed around, toes curling on the ground. His shoulders were raised to his equally as red ears, grip tightening on your arms.
There was something bizarre going on in his lower belly, his insides were becoming chaotic. What were you doing to him— as if electricity was coursing through his veins, sending waves upon waves of signals straight to his brain. Though that analogy wasn’t the best, he couldn’t think of anything else to say now that his thoughts were starting to blank out. “Why? Don’t like it?” You mumbled again, and he whined, “feels… weird.” What a cute answer, you couldn’t help the light giggle slipping by your throat and decided to speed up your pace.
Stroking him up and down, astonished at how sensitive he was. Was this his first time? God, now you ‘felt bad’ for taking it. “You are making such a mess, squirting so much, my hand’s drenched already.” It was the truth, your fingers were all slippery from his precum, and it created so many lewd squelching sounds when you moved them along his shaft. His volume got increasingly louder, and so you teased again, “does it feel that good?” He shook his head, stammering, “be q-quiet.. don’t get cocky.”
What a dishonest boy, still unable to admit it. You weren’t too concerned though, you knew he wouldn’t be able to keep that facade going any longer. The arm that was wrapped around his slim waist moved up, ruining the perfectly ironed shirt, and reached below it to play with his cute, perky nipples. You saw through the reflected image that those lewd little things hardened, creating tiny little tents through the shirt. “You are naughty here too, it seems, what a bad girl.” You commented, and began using your fingertips to circle around them, as if testing the water.
“Y-you..! Stop calling me that! W-wait, why- nnNghh!! ♡♡ why are you t-touching there..?!” He snapped, voice creaking out into a high-pitched moan when he felt your teeth sinking down into his shoulder, ripping the skin there. A choked out gasp as he pawed at your head, acting as if he was pushing you away even though. Though he was contradicting himself, instead of pushing, holding your head in place as if he didn’t want you to leave. “Hnnghh.. uuHh-uhMm..!” On top of that, your hand was basically milking his twitching cock, bringing him closer and closer to his impending release.
“How about no.” You said in return, and added, “don’t you like being a pretty girl? Look.” In the blink of an eye, you grabbed his chin and made him focus on his mirror image, shudder running down his spine. “You sure you don’t like that term?” You asked again, while all he did was yank his face away from your grip, refusing to answer, until he heard your command, “tell me, scara.” Fine, since you were so persistent, he shook his head, to which you snickered, “so? You like it when I call you that?”
Must you be so annoying? He huffed and bared his teeth at you, before yielding to your stupid taunt and said, “k-keep doing it if it helps get you off, but i’m not saying that I like it. I’m tolerating it.” Such a liar, though it didn’t matter, you knew he liked it. His cock was honest after all~ twitching so cutely whenever you called him by that disgraceful pet name.
He threw his head back against you while his tongue lolled out, taking a while to noticed how close you two were, before changed to slamming his forehead against the mirror again. Such a vulnerable sight could be seen through the furniture, some intrusive sides of him really wanted to smash it. This whole ordeal, paired with him being able to see just how much of a degenerate he was, made him want to cry out, hot tears picking in the corners of his eyes.
Suddenly you began scratching his rosy buds with your nails, the pressure gentle and insistent, as if you were digging for treasure. In this case, it’d be his sweet moans, no? He sobbed and squirmed even more at that, the most erotic and phonographic whimpers now spilling out of him. “Ahh…!! N-nooo~ t-too much aAahHh-hNghHh..♡♡♥︎” Like a spell that encouraged you to do more, you licked over the bit marks you’ve left behind, easing the pain slightly while jerking him off even faster.
It felt like you were touching him everywhere, every single one of his senses were filled with nothing but pleasure. He couldn’t think of anything but how good it was, brain on the verge of shortcutting, unable to keep up with everything. What to do? You were simply too good. Assaulting his nerves and making him melt in your hands, such a gut-wrenching, delirious high this was. He could get addicted to this. No good, he agreed to this deal thinking he’ll take advantage of you, yet now he was the one kneeling for you…?
“HnnGh mhmHhhh~!!” Scara cried out, these tears he’s been holding back finally spilling freely as a new wave of ecstasy washed over him. Enough to cause everything he had build up to come crashing down. Pride, composure, or his last remaining shame, all falling apart as he was overwhelmed by this whirlwind of emotions, this storm that pulled him along. Needless to say, he was about to reach his limit, sweat covering his pale skin, glistening in the light of the room.
His hair was a tangled mess due to his own thrashing, stains decorated the once clean mirror, still reflecting his ruined state. To have to witness everything that’s been happening to him in such a way, how delicious cruel it was. He was trembling, shudders running down his spine, eyes glazed over with bliss as he slurred his words. Though his mind couldn’t form any coherent thoughts anymore, and at this point he was just blabbering random nonsense~
“F-feels good… ahHgh~ uHnnm!! W-want moOoreee~ ♥︎♡ su’uhh guUhhh-hNghh ♡♡♥︎~~!” Saliva dripped down his chin as you pointed his dick towards his doppelgänger in the glass, smirking to yourself as you whispered, “you wanna cum, scara? Cum then, paint it all~ over yourself ♥︎” hearing you egging him on like that, he had no choice but to obey, no? It was as if his body had a mind of its own, obeying your commands even when he was internally thinking “that’s too embarrassing!”
In the end, it only took a few more pumps around his slick and wet arousal before he came. Ropes of white, sticky cum shooting out of his overworked little cock, still tainted in such an angry crimson shade. He came so much, that must have been pretty intense for him, perhaps he was still not used to getting so much attention. “AhgHhh~ MhnmNfff c-cumminGghh~♥︎♡♥︎ nghh Mhmff~!!” He groaned out one last time, pupils rolling back once more as his own release splattered across his own reflection in the object opposite of him, making it look like he just came all over his face.
The thick substance stuck to the glass, flowing down in a somehow even more filthy way. His face looked like a wreck, blushing furiously as he basked in the aftermath of his orgasm, the first one shared with the heat of another. Has he lost his mind? Allowing you to do all these humiliating things to him? But it felt so good, he couldn’t even deny it anymore, slumping into your arms with no strength left in his limps. You had to embrace him tightly to prevent him from crashing forward, otherwise he might have destroyed your poor mirror.
He glanced a few times at his own image, slowly coming to terms with his rather.. unique appearance. You really did a number on him, making him wither and turning him into a ruined mess. Should he say he was impressed? Nevertheless, it seems he wasn’t as aggressive anymore post-climax, or he frankly couldn’t muster up the energy to get angry now.
What a shame though, that his clothes got dirty as well. All soiled and soaked with his bodily fluids, dark spots appearing everywhere. Ah, a shame? Why did he think that… did he actually grow fond of those scraps of fabrics? He was still shaking ever so slightly, panting and heaving even though he didn’t need air to survive. Maybe it was just a way to show his exhaustion, and he settled deeper into your arms. For reasons beyond his own understanding, he found comfort knowing you cared enough to tend to him like this.
You didn’t stop your movements until he came down from his high, helping him get through it more easily. Once he came back to his senses, you predicted that he’d jab his elbow into your ribs or something, considering his usual violent tendencies, but nothing of that sort happened. All he did was pick at the frills clinging to his humid skin, while staring at himself through the mirror. Seeing this, the next words crawled out of your mouth on their own, “will you still be my model, scara? If possible, in the future as well?”
This time, he agreed without any arguing nor protest. But for now, the modelling stuff will have to be postponed until you get him a new, clean outfit. A silent nod of acceptance, before he whispered, “don’t forget, you are in charge of bringing the clothes for me to wear.”
Cuz I’m already behind schedule, I’ll start cherry picking the fics I want to do and finish them on time, so that they will be posted on the day they are supposed to release. As for the rest, they’ll be done at a later time lol
Yeaaaa, once again I suck at meeting deadlines *sigh* I just can’t let the quality suffer under it. If I don’t like the fic then I’m deleting it haha.
But hey, 19 days done already, which means I’ve written at least 10 fics this year. One more than last year :> let’s see how many more I can finish before October ends….
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.
