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sorry chat i just need somewhere to rant about suckin the weltatron 900 :’( …seriously i cant get second eruption welt out of my head
welt yang x reader (gender neutral)
MDNI 18+ only
the way welt would make you gag on it is just sinister. he’s gentle and kind, and he would never do anything to hurt you. making you gag isn’t hurting you, right? once you get used to his size, he’ll push your head down enough to make you cough and spit more. he loves the way you gasp for air when you pull away from his dick. he’ll leave no part of your mouth unused, unexplored. he’s a resourceful man that knows how to make the most out of what he’s given.
welt’ll cover your tongue in his cum, jerking himself just so he can watch his seed paint your lips and tongue, making sure you swallow every last bit of his precious cum. he’s gonna make you drink it, willingly or not. he’ll massage your throat if he must, checking to see if you have any of his seed still in your mouth.
welt adores when you paw at his cock, making him get hard. he loves to sit back and watch you work, your lips wrapped so preciously around his shaft. he’s encouraging you as much as he can, showering you in praise and telling you how good he feels, but he can’t ever get enough when he shoves his dick down your throat. it causes something to stir inside him, fanning the flames of his lust. especially when you look up at him, desperately trying your best to keep his shaft inside your mouth. your little licks feel the best, when you palm him up and down and lick the sensitive part of his tip, circling his slit with your tongue, he could lose his composure instantly. he’ll slap his dick against your cheek a few times, your lips too, prying your jaw open gently with his thumb.
Absolutely devastated by the flood of hate you're getting, you only deserve the best (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡ unfortunately, all I have to offer are these ideas rotting in my head...
JY reading fanfics about himself where the darling looks like you/fics about you where he can insert himself is an idea that has been haunting me. Once he has you as his beloved wife, maybe he'll test the accuracy of those stories.
Do you truly sob pathetically when he places a vibrator on your clit for hours upon end or do you succumb to your desires? Only one way to find out.
I honestly refuse to believe that this man doesn't have a folder titled "research" where it's just porn that he needs to test the accuracy of, regardless of which AU we're talking about. He's just a really dedicated guy.
Thank you Raku, you always show up in time to comfort me (つ´∀｀)つ And that...
CW: yandere, non-con (will happen in the future), imagine you and masturbate
Jing Yuan reads fan fiction in his free time. He knows that there are people from Xianzhou Luofu who like to read and write about them, and there are even authors from other planets/space civilizations. None of them had any idea that their fan fiction was being read, liked, and collected by the General himself. He will read them while he is in the warmth of his bed, holding his cell phone, and looking for readers with personality descriptions like yours.
He loves the way you describe being ravaged or destroyed by him so gently… and always in all kinds of creative ways. Imagine him on top of you, penetrating you deeply with his cock, or tongue-kissing you passionately. Mating press and oral sex both sound great. Jing Yuan released the painfully hard cock in his crotch and stroked himself, moaning softly. It's a shame it needed to be this way before he got you. One thing these fan fictions describe accurately - he is indeed a virgin and has not been in love for over seven hundred years. He needs to do some research, for you.
And Jing Yuan learned something new - if the general put a vibrator on your clitoris, would you really whimper and squirt pitifully? ("P-please put it down!! I can't-take any more-") The final mess? He actually kind of wanted to put a few more in there. Or will those lactation potions help? He thought there should be side effects. Maybe getting you pregnant would be the perfect way. He learned how to tie you to the bed. Also bought the collars and ropes described in the novels, and even cute kitten bells!!
Jing Yuan has specially categorized bookmarks and study folders, in which you can be any profession!! He just imagined the readers and protagonists to look like you. Although he has been single for seven hundred years (and has yet to form a romantic relationship with you), the General is curious and capable of learning, and is always ready for you.
He knows he can try each of these on you after the wedding and record your reactions. He looks forward to a sweet life.
stepbro!caelus who’s jealous of your new little lover, sizing them up and glaring at them every moment he gets…
stepbro!caelus who spoils you every moment he can get, giving you gifts and taking you out to ice cream or casual lunches, his cheeks burning bright and his palms sweaty...
stepbro!caelus who immediately shouts at your lover every time they screw up and hurt your feelings, throwing his gentle and kind demeanor out the window to protect you…
stepbro!caelus who comforts you after your relationship inevitably ends, patting your head, and wiping your nose and eyes…
stepbro!caelus who impulsively plants a gentle kiss on your lips, tasting your salty tears, letting you melt into his big, warm embrace…
stepbro!caelus who accidentally moans into the kiss, wrapping you tightly in his arms, fiddling with his hoodie that you’re currently wearing…
stepbro!caelus who is now beet red, huffing and losing nearly all his self-control, his golden eyes focused on your body…
stepbro!caelus who rips his clothes off your body, eager for a look at what’s been hiding from him. his hands ride up and down your sides, fingers dancing against your ribs…
stepbro!caelus who slides his boxers down to his mid thigh, teasing your hole with his thick, needy cock…
stepbro!caelus who pushes himself inside you, entranced in complete bliss…
stepbro!caelus who doesn’t let you unhook your legs around him when he cums, grinding his hips deeper into you…
stepbro!caelus who is completely possessive over you.
What a long year it has been! Merry Christmas and have a merry new year!
I'd like to take this time to thanks my beloved girlie pops @cheesus-doodles, @sinreader, @milky-mink, and @its-sexy-beastington-to-you for being there for me at my lowest because they're literal angels on earth. Without them by my side, I would've combust into a thousand pieces. They inspired me to do a bunch of things I wouldn't have originally and are the best moral support to have around. I honestly don't want to think about how this year would've went without them and am glad that I have them in my life. Wishing them a wonderful 2024 because they deserve it (⋆ˆ ³ ˆ)♥
My beloved pookie wookies @mini-ism, @mari-on-dragonspine, and @jymwahuwu, thank you for making me twist my hair and giggle. You guys made my day every time we interacted. Y'all are a joy to be around and I wish an upcoming year as wonderful as you. Thank you for indulging my unhinged behavior and I hope you can continue to do so in the future~
There are many magnificent people that I didn't mention lest this post becomes even more sappy, but each and every one of them made this rather difficult year a bit more bearable with their beautiful presence. Interacting with y'all, no matter how short it was, brightened my day without fail. Thank you to all who put up with my antics and have an amazing 2024!
With love,
Your beloved trash raccoon (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) ♡
Many thanks to my beloved girlie pop @cheesus-doodles for proof-reading~ This entire fic is running under the assumption that if you're the only (competent) Ramshackle student, then you're automatically the Housewarden, alongside being a Prefect. Please don't think about it too hard (｡•́︿•̀｡)
Possessive Riddle Rosehearts x Prefect/Housewarden Reader
Tw: Possessive behavior, mentions of verbal abuse
Riddle stared at his pocket watch with a frown etched into his face. You were already five minutes late to your how-to-housewarden lessons, again. Snapping the watch closed with tad much force, he sipped his afternoon tea in a vain effort to calm himself down. Perhaps you were busy cleaning up after that rulebreaker of a monster and his companions. It wasn’t the first time this had happened after all. The last time, he recalled that it was because the disastrous trio had managed to set the prized Heartslabyul hedges on fire and were squabbling over who was responsible while you were trying to make sure the entire dorm didn’t burn down. A shameful sight really and a terrible stain on his, and your, legacies.
He had seen how you tried and failed to reign in your friend group, forced to clean up after their messes without fail. How your “friends” ignored your warnings yet came back with their (metaphorical or actual) tails between their legs, begging for your assistance, only to do it again. ‘This would need to change,’ he internally declared as he slammed the tea cup down. A housewarden didn’t bow down to their wards under any circumstance.
And a housewarden should, at the very least, carry an air of confidence, one that demands respect, yet here you were, slouching as you dragged your feet despondently towards the tea table. Instinctively, Riddle wasted no time reminding you of that fact, only finally stopping when faced with your puffy eyes and left opening and shutting his mouth until he wisely decided to keep silent. An awkward silence fell over the table as you busied yourself getting as comfortable as you could be in this situation. The clacking of teaware was the only noise made in the otherwise silent room before Riddle seemingly regained his confidence, asking why you were ten whole minutes late in that all too familiar “I-swear-I-won’t-be-mad” tone.
You knew he’d be mad. Years of experience only confirmed your gut feeling, from how he gripped his cup too tightly or how he seemed too interested in getting you to talk. For a split second, you could see them, that smile that wormed under your skin, eye contact that pressured you to answer, each second wiping more and more of the initial kindness you were approached with. You could hear the countdown of the imminent explosion where all attempts at civil communication would be abandoned in favor of intimidation, perhaps even turning barks into actual bites.
Waves of danger washed over your exhausted self. Fear coiled in your stomach as you tried to keep up the facade of nonchalance, with any slip up being akin to bleeding out in shark-infested waters.
An expectant “Well?” cut the remaining time in half. You needed a solution, fast.
“I-t’s…just been a difficult d-day. I’m sorry for being late, Riddle.”
“That isn’t an excuse.”
The stern response could only be met with you avoiding eye contact, trying to play-up your innocence without opening your mouth. Yet, using these tactics on Riddle of all people was a useless endeavor. A subtle tired frown graced his doll-like face upon remembering how he’d done the exact same thing when his mother caught him breaking the rules previously, back when he didn’t understand the importance of them. They could have worked on someone else perhaps, someone uninformed on such mannerisms, but not him.
You must already know that you were in the wrong, and all he needed to do was to show you the importance of the rules. This wasn’t going to be as easy as collaring you until you picked up the message though, mainly because that was useless, but also because you were just so painfully close to understanding everything he stood for yet so far away. Your “friends” kept dragging you farther and farther away, and admittedly you did the same to him, showing him how not everyone was ready for his rather rigorous lifestyle, and going as far to insinuate that not even he was. That all awaited him was a life constricted by unnecessary rules, forever living in a cage of his own creation, all suggested in a voice that sounded like you knew what you were saying.
But unlike you, he wasn’t weak. He wasn’t someone who cowered from reality, unable to accept that others knew better than you; rather, he knew that these rules were a symbol of love created by people who cared about you.
You just needed his help to see this fact.
Pushing a plate filled with your favorites across the table at you, Riddle’s response was to begin the lesson, silently doubling down on his goal. He would get you to see his point of view, he knew. It was just a matter of time and perseverance.
synopsis: zhongli accepts your proposal, your innocence for a chance to be his spouse.
warnings: mdni!! virginity (reader), taking of virginity, monsterfucking, dragon form, courting, porn with some plot, mentions of marriage, gender neutral reader
zhongli loomed over you menacingly. his shoulders squared and broad, his eyes focused, glowing with sheer strength. you could hear his tail smack the floor a couple times.
your proposal was hard to deny, especially when you were in front of him, your most tender form of all— stripped bare and belly exposed. it was difficult not to think of you as prey, ready and eager to be consumed.
you begged and you pleaded for this chance, you knew the man would soon be courted once more, perhaps by a person lovelier than yourself. you merrily offered zhongli your innocence for a chance to become his spouse, nodding your head along joyfully, willfully dismissing his warnings.
yet there he stood, his gaze focused on you, your legs brought up to your chest, knees bent. you anticipated the answer of his body, the response to your bare form. it tingled and brewed within you, every second heightening your senses, the feeling of eagerness lingering in the air.
with a quick, experienced movement, zhongli pushed himself against you, his thick, large cock pressing against your entrance. awkwardly, you craned your neck to look at his body. his cock was unlike anything you could have imagined. it was big and lengthy, with a knot at the base, and his tip was an inhuman blackish color.
you watched as he tentatively moved his hips to yours, his cock poking and prodding at your hole, eliciting a whine from your lips.
you could feel the round, yet pointed, tip gain entry within you, stretching your hole ever so slightly to allow zhongli inside of you. a loud, breathy mewl left you, the stretching of your entrance and now your walls causing you to whine in pain.
“i warned you.” he said, your mind blurring while he moved in and out of you slowly, losing more of his length inside of you. he put his hands on your hips, thrusting inwards sharply, then pulling out almost all the way, only to fuck into you harder again. he continued this until most of his cock was in you, which took longer than we would have liked.
moans spilled from your mouth, feeling the girth of his dick stretch you out to your limits. the pain slowly ebbed into deep pleasure. you reached for his horns, which he allowed you to hold onto. zhongli kept his slow, yet agonizing pace, his cock dragging in and out of your tight hole. he knew he was in control.
tightening your grip, zhongli drew in a sharp inhale, your thumbs riding on the ridges of the sharp dragon horns atop his head, nestled in his dark brown hair. zhongli’s pace quickened drastically without warning, his hands still planted on your hips. his determined eyes were squinted, he seemed to be enjoying himself.
“do you like it? do you like this?” you asked.
“do not ask me such… dumb questions,” he replied, remaining silent for a while, “…yes, i enjoy this.”
you half giggled and half moaned in response. pleasure was building within both of you, and moans were slipping from both of you. mostly you, really. zhongli’s darkened hands moved from your hips to the underside of your thighs. your body was continuously and relentlessly bullied by zhongli’s fat cock, your tight hole straining from his size.
heat pooled in your gut, the sense of trust relaxing your muscles as he carefully, yet ruthlessly, fucked you. zhongli’s tail continued to swish and smack against the floor, nearly wagging uncontrollably as he chased his own high.
“are you close?” he panted.
you nodded, tears stinging your eyes, you could hear skin against skin, and the smell of sex hung in the air. he looked so handsome on top of you, drilling you full of his cock, his hair messier than usual, and his clothes slightly undone. you hoped he’d pick you after this, how he’d pick you to fuck again. to marry. to make you submit to him.
“good.”
the intensity of his thrusts jumped, your hands grabbing at his horns tightly, your hole clenching with his every movement. his grip tightened on your plush, warm thighs, ramming into you as fast as he fucking could.
“ah, ah, i’ll come soon. mmh,” zhongli could only muster as much of a warning as that before you came. your body tightened and you moaned loudly, your hips bucking wildly, hole tight as a vice around his cock. a sense of heavy relief and intense pleasure washed over you, your brain foggy and thoughts awry.
“zhongli, i- mmgh! oh, oh, fuck… fuuuuck…”
you watched as zhongli fucked into you one last time, pulling out as seed spilled onto your tummy, thick white globs leaking from his pointed tip. he looked at you determinedly, ready to pursue you deeper than this fuck.
alani, you must understand how down bad i am for Neuvillette. the THINGS i would let this man do to me are unreal. the crimes i would commit just to see him are diabolical. i need him to bring down the dick of justice onto my pussy fr.
dick of justice 😂 i laughed, imagining you committing a serious crime in Fontaine - that is broadcasting in front of the gate of the Palais Mermonia that Neuvillette is a little otter 👌trust me, you will be sentenced to have the unforgivable crime and get what you want 🫶
⋆ warnings: ADULT CONTENT (MDNI). camboy!au, just a lot of masturbation, donations. no beta read i am a man! not my most filthy work lol.
⋆ parings: caelus, dan heng, jing yuan, gepard landau, and blade x reader. NOT SAFE FOR MINORS.
⋆ word count: 813
⋆ notes: CAMBOY!AU, just some fun little headcanons for our favorite boys <3
⋆ tags: @lone-trailblazer @honeykaes @caelisblade
⋆ caelus is definitely the type to stream as a guilty pleasure. it feels so filthy to him, and he can't help but whine and moan in front of the camera for his loyal, adoring audience. babbles and cries leave his mouth as he strokes himself, precum bubbling at his tip, his hips stuttering with every motion. tears form in his golden eyes as he jerks himself, helplessly mewling as cum spills onto his hand. his voice is so pretty as you donate more to his stream, he thanks you with his breathily, whimpering at the slightest touch to his sensitive body. if you donated enough to him, he would gladly hump his pillow, although shame would catch up to him, his cheeks reddening as he realizes what he's doing. his cock is just so sensitive, and his chat really gets him going, he can't just stop if you're donating to him. maybe a one-on-one with you wouldn't be so bad if he knows what's been motivating him to cum his brains out.
⋆ dan heng started streaming as a quick side hustle, he knew he was moderately attractive, and everyone has their specific niche, and he was yours. he taunts and teases his chat with parts of his body, eventually slipping his boxers and pants off to reveal his eager cock. he would smirk and quietly stroke, a sigh leaving his lips every so often. he knew his endearing audience enjoyed how he would look through his eyebrows or stare, smiling ever so slightly at his chatroom's reaction. he never would admit how much he enjoys his audience's reaction to everything he does. originally he was silent and shy, but he warmed up to the camera as he incorporated it into his routine. he never knew the effect he had on his fans, especially you, who would donate to him every time he did something you especially loved. his streams felt so personal, you couldn't help but scream every time you came to dan heng and his perfectly sculpted body.
⋆ jing yuan is an experienced streamer. he knows exactly what makes his fans furiously type in his chat, what makes them donate, and what makes you come every time. he moans and throws his head back as he moves his hand up and down his thick shaft, smiling at the camera, his perfect golden gaze sending chills down your spine as warmth brews in your body. he licks his lips and softly whimpers, watching as donations, lewd confessions, and keyboard mashes flood in. he lazily pumps his cock with his legs spread wide open, usually sitting up but leaning back on his couch or seat. he screws his eyes shut and lets out the sweetest moan every time he cums, his seed spilling onto his porcelain hands. his white hair sticks to his face, framing it as he pants and smiles again into the camera, a sloppy grin spread onto his face.
⋆ gepard landau has an alter ego. he hides behind his username, camera angled from the torso down, his face usually covered with something or out of frame. gepard and the streamer gepard are not the same person. his voice often cracks as he touches himself, his cock twitching in his pants. his moans spill easily, laced with pure, torrid lust. a lust that gepard landau is not allowed to show. his repressed mind is so weak to your comments and your lewd words. words he wouldn't ever dare to think of, actions he performs that wouldn't ever cross his mind, all for your attention and praise. his broad chest heaves as he comes on his abs, his body twitching with pleasure as he moans loudly, hissing through his teeth as he draws his lip between his teeth, his cock dripping with thick, pearly cum. he couldn't ever tell anyone he did this. he and gepard landau are not the same person-- at all.
⋆ blade is an infrequent streamer. of all his fans, he noticed you pop in the most to watch. he cares not for anyone's praises, but when you're in his chat, he works himself as much as he possibly can. he touches himself with calloused, slashed hands, his body no longer receptive, nerves singed, skin scarred. the scars littered over his body are erotic to you, and you've made sure to tell him. he pumps himself roughly, a grunt escaping every once in a while. although, blade is kind of interesting. he maintains direct, almost threatening, eye contact with the camera, ignoring how his cock pleas for more attention, his pretty dick the most sensitive part of him left. precum gathers at the slit of his cock, using it as more lube as he furrows his brows and gazes intently at his camera. he lets out a small shudder as he cums, continuing to stroke without a second thought.
⋆ warnings: ADULT CONTENT (MDNI). power bottom!gepard. very vanilla. mutual pining. romantic tension. fluffy ending. fluffy in general. touch-starved!gepard. p in v.
⋆ pairings: gepard landau x gn!reader. NOT SAFE FOR MINORS.
⋆ word count: 1.6k
⋆ notes: no power dynamics. reader is gender neutral with female anatomy. everything is fluffy and consensual :)
gepard was everything you had to be.
he was the embodiment of the preservation, the one thing your little planet prides itself on. he was patient, yet perfectly offensive, and knew how to defend himself when it came to. he was so easy to admire. his strength, his fortitude, his intellect, his subtle charisma. the way his hair was styled, and how slick with sweat it would get after a harsh battle. his charming smile, and those perfect blue eyes.
you looked up to gepard. definitely only admired him. admiration in your gaze as he spoke to you. your heart fluttered every time he looked you in the eyes. when he would come by. your body would tense up, your mind would freeze, he had the same effect on you as the bitter frost of your planet's terrain. he was undeniably handsome, but you could never tell him such.
he noticed, however. someone as perceptive as gepard wouldn't have glossed over how nervous and jittery you were, even in the comfortable warmth of a geomarrow heater. he noticed how your stare burned into the back of his neck, how warm his body got around you. he noticed every single detail. every little thing, like how your voice would crack or falter every time he held eye contact with you. he noticed how you'd gawk a bit too long at his sweaty form, admiring his muscle and features carved into a tense, determined visage.
he was just as nervous, just as shy, as you were.
he, too, would stare at you. your form, your body, and every mark and detail that was painted delicately into their respective places. he picked up on how you would try to be a little more like him, and how determined you were to be better, to prove you earned your rank as an officer. he would often think about fixing your clothing, adjusting your uniform, and smiling at you the whole time just to catch a glimpse of your precious face. oh, how he wanted to cup your cheek and kiss you. only in his dreams.
then again, you two were alone in your little office, right here, right now.
"are you okay?" gepard turned to look at you, your nose buried in paperwork.
"yeah, i'm good, why?" you looked up at him, his cheeks pink and his look tender.
he moved in closer to you, pretending to look for discrepancies in your work. this moment here is his only chance. as if to critique you, he tilted his head to look you in the eye. he gave you that sweet smile. dammit.
you felt gepard's hand move to your cheek gently, his blue eyes warm with adoration. he went in and planted his lips on yours for what felt like ages. ages that you could stay there, kissing him back, savoring the feeling of his lips on yours. ages that you could bask in the warmth of his kiss. ages much longer than how long you've waited for this moment with him.
you'd be the first to pull back for air, his hand still placed on your cheek. he still had that warm smile plastered onto his face, going in slowly for another kiss. you met his lips with passion, rather than understanding and kindness. you threaded your fingers into his hair as he made a noise.
he made a noise.
and it kind of sounded like, "mmmph..." when you kissed him deeply. his hand moved to your waist as you grew closer to him, practically crawling into his lap. he placed the other hand on the opposite side of your waist, allowing you to kiss him lustfully like this. he enjoyed this more than he thought he would, but he's never done anything quite like this. he thumbed your sides, letting your tongues meet. you whined, grabbing his jawline and letting your fingers work in his blonde hair. he made sure to be extra cautious as he sat up, pulling you into his warm lap.
"gepard..." you panted, pulling away again. his face was flushed and his lips were wet with saliva as he heaved.
"yes, dear?" he smiled weakly at you.
"do you want to keep going? ...with this?" you looked at your position on his lap, you were straddled on top of him.
he nodded and sat up some more, relaxing his muscles, his hands moving to your hips. "yes, that's okay with me."
he was always so direct when he spoke to you. you felt him guide your hips along his lap gently, moving them back and forth, friction building between you two as he blushed and looked away, embarrassed.
your fingers continued to play in his hair as you drank in all of his little noises. he loved the way your hands felt in his hair. his hands stopped guiding you as you worked into a rhythm, speeding up for the sake of you both.
"can we... ah... could we, um," gepard's voice became small, faltering as he stammered over his words and his little whimpers. you already knew what he meant.
you stopped grinding against him as he slipped his pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh, shuddering with anticipation as he freed himself.
to say it was pretty was an understatement. he had a perfect tip, and he was fully erect. he watched nervously as you stared at the sheer size of his cock. you weren't doing anything and it was making him worried.
"are you... are you okay? is something wrong?" he croaked weakly, his head back, eyes focused on you as you continued gawking.
"no, no, everything... is good, it's okay. i'm alright, geppie."
gepard let out a lewd mewl from the back of his throat. he was glad to know you were okay, but calling him by his nickname turned him on in a way he wasn't aware of before.
you slipped off your undergarments, and your bottoms, straddling him again, tip lined up against your slick cunny. "you ready?"
gepard nodded, staring you deeply in the eyes as your hands were latched onto his strong, broad shoulders for purchase. he could feel your warmth grow closer as you moved your hips down. gepard's hands were by his sides now, gripping the fabric of his pants eagerly as he bit his lip raw.
you felt his tip slide in. the thickest part of his cock pushed inside you as he groaned with pleasure laced in his weak voice. he'd never done this before. hes had his fair share of kisses, but doing this is something he's never experienced. he's so glad it's you. gepard bit his lip harder as you sunk deeper onto his cock. your nails dug into the clothes on his shoulders, but he yearned for more. he placed your hands where they could lift off and remove the heavy material of the clothes he wore on his chest. you lifted off as much as you could, your body moving upwards with the clothes. his bare chest was revealed to you, his muscles perfectly toned. it made your body hotter as your mind grew more desperate and foggy.
you sunk back down, he was almost all the way in, and it made your pussy leak. he moaned loudly as you took as much of his length as you could, begging you under his breath for more of your touch as your hands moved back to his shoulders. gepard placed his hands on your hips, gently bouncing you up and down on his cock, writhing underneath you. his breathing became more heavy as his moans filled the air, he was whimpering more than you were. his hips moved on their own accord as his grip went underneath your shirt and to your chest.
"oh, oh, oh, f-fuck..." gepard was losing his composure as he continued to fuck into you. you moaned praises into his ear as he did so, whining for more. his hair was becoming slick with sweat at his hairline, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes screwed shut. he lost himself inside you, moaning in your ear loudly, his thumb now on your clit, and the other hand on your hip. gepard roughly moved you up and down on his cock erratically, damn-near screaming out your name strung along with praises and occasional curses.
at this point, you were too cock-drunk to even care how loud you were. your hands were in his hair as he fucked into you like a toy. his cock moved within you as if he's thought of this one too many times, churning your guts, and bringing you close to your orgasm. his thumb worked at your sensitive clit, your hips stuttering with every flick and rub. gepard threw his head back, moaning out your name loudly, thrusting as deep as he possibly could inside you a couple of times, rubbing up against your g-spot unintentionally. he looked up at you, his lip wet and raw, his face blown out with pleasure.
"oh, oh, i'm really close, and i'm... i'm gonna make you- nghh... -cum. i'mgonnamakeyoucum, 'kay? i'mgonna..." he whimpered before stroking your clit one last time as you made your climax audibly obvious. you rocked your hips against him as he came, the warmth of your pussy satisfying his desires. you were just so tight around him that he couldn't even pull out. he felt your fingers run through his sweat-soaked blonde hair again as he came down from his orgasm, realizing he pumped you full of his thick cum.
"dear... i- uh..." you promptly shushed him, purring against his now warm skin, petting him and fingering his hair. he smiled as he sat with you, not a care in the world, feeling a burden lifted off him.
"what are we now, geppie?"
"if you're up to it, i will take you out tomorrow night and we can figure it out from there."
Content: Pre-relationship, realization of feelings, just very soft, features Klee as well, gender neutral reader
Word count: 868
Note: *taps mic* Hello, hello, does this thing still work? Hell yeah I'm back, in true Fern fashion with some soft Albedo because that's my jam :) Hope you enjoy!
Albedo never really cared for love. It was a foreign concept for him that he only read about in books, but nothing more than that. Nothing worth his time when he's always so busy with research and experiments, and important things like discovering the truth of this world (Or at least discovering what that's supposed to mean.) Between all that, there's no time for butterflies and anxiety, and whatever else the romance novels describe. Not to mention, it seems like love makes other people act a little silly.
Like Glory, who sits there day in and day out talking about how she can't wait for Godwin to come home, when probably everyone in Mondstadt knows that the very man she was waiting now has been meandering just outside of town for months, too scared to come back due to stupid pride, even tho he knows that his fiancé is scared out of her mind for him. Or Timaeus, who scribbles love poems next to his alchemy notes and gets distracted all the time, not even noticing when the potions he was mixing are threatening to boil over. Love seems to make people lose all sense, so Albedo has decided that he's better off without it.
Maybe that's why, as the two of you grew closer, he didn't recognize the signs at all, despite having read and heard about them so many times. The infamous butterflies that make him feel weird things whenever you smile at him. The way he suddenly falls into a daze while working as well, breaking out of it only to find small doodles of your face littered all across his notes. Or how sometimes his every thought gets consumed by a deep desire to just wrap his arms around you and never let go.
But love is such a foreign concept, so far out of his grasp that surely, that can't be it, right?
It's an innocent comment from Klee that makes him question his feelings for the first time.
"Big brother Albedo?" she asks, looking up at him with big eyes as they're walking home one day.
"What is it, Klee?" He smiles down at her.
"Can we invite y/n to our picknick tomorrow? Please?"
Albedo is a little taken aback. Usually Klee deeply treasures their little family outings. She refuses to let anyone get between her private time with Albedo, to a point where she even rejected Kaeya's request to tag along once. "You really like y/n a lot, huh?" He asks with a small chuckle. "I never saw you try to invite someone along to our outings."
"I like that they make you smile. It makes Klee happy too", the little girl responds, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Also, they make really good snacks so I want them to bring some to our picknick." She adds it more like an afterthought, like it's only secondary to her other reason.
Maybe it meant nothing to Klee, but it leaves Albedo thinking. Does he really smile that much when he's around you? People have commented before that he only ever genuinely smiles when he's around Klee, but no one has ever pointed out the same with you. Although, now that it's been called to his attention... He really does feel a lot happier around you. There's something about you that makes it easy for him to let down his guard. It's a strange realization and he still doesn't understand the meaning of it, but he takes a mental note of it and decides that it requires further investigation.
From that day onward, you're always invited to the family outings with Klee and Albedo. It becomes perfectly natural, like you've always been there. Like it's always been just the three of you, exploring Mondstadt together, having fun little picknicks or arts and crafts afternoons.
It's on one of these days that the realization finally hits Albedo. You're sitting on Albedo's couch, Klee fast asleep in your arms while he makes a cup of tea for the both of you. Albedo watches as you run a hand through the girl's hair, a gentle smile on your face as she snuggles closer into your arms. The soft glow of a candle bathes you in a warm light and he's overcome with the familiar urge to join you, to pull you into his arms and hold you close. That urge has been getting a lot more frequent lately, and he was never able to fully make sense of it.
But at this moment, something clicks for him. The urge to be close to you. The thought of how beautiful you look consuming his mind. The smile still tugging at his lips. The butterflies threatening to burst through his chest. All the pieces fall into place and the realization hits him out of nowhere.
physically restraining myself from going wild on silverwolf and blade's banners to ensure that I can get Kafka. Your propaganda isn't helping :((((
That ask with the Pervy Idol Welt has my brain working overtime. Just the idea of this man casually posting photos of the two of you knowing damn well how insane his fan base is with some sappy caption like "look at my junior 🥺🥺." He totally has a burner account that posts some wild shit like a compilation of your thighs or something - all while acting like a helpful senior smh
omg @teyvat-writer your prayers were answered
cw: coercion, blackmail, power imbalance, possible age gap here cause welt is from an older generation of celebs
I like the idea of welt as like a veteran idol who’s become a trainer or a manager. he knows the industry better than you because he’s been in it for years. of course you can trust his advice. he had one of the most successful careers and his net worth is higher than you’d hope to make in your life without his guidance.
he calls you to do photoshoots alone with him for promotions- but the photographs were only ever meant to be kept for his personal use to fuel his obsession. he talked you into doing some without your clothes after mentioning what he could do to make sure you never perform in this city or another again. he had connections with every record company and idol training center, you knew that. no one would believe you if you said a word. so it’s best to just listen to your senior, right?
ughhhh i can see him actually being a good mentor and having amazing advice, only for him to steal your panties for certain reasons. Imagine walking in on him sniffing your panties like the perv he is and being forced to help him finish what he started. he's just so disgusting n i love it....
the way kafka got me screaming is just unhealthy. I need you to know how much I want her to press me up against a wall, kiss me until i cant breathe and tease me for becoming so flustered from such a simple action. I want her to shamelessly touch me and pretend to be shocked when I get inevitably aroused. I want her to suffocate me in her tits.
In short, I'm down bad. Thank you for listening.
Ohh, she knows of so many ways to make you either scream or shut up, whichever she's in the mood for ;)
She loooooves teasing you, fleeting touches and sensual gazes lasting for mere milliseconds; as if they're all but imagination. Kafka enjoys having you wrapping around her fingers, and she knows you'll do whatever she wants you to.
Her favorite thing to do is to take you to risky places and make it a challenge for you to keep quiet, slender fingers working their way on you and feigning surprise when you make such a big mess before she even gets started.
"My, my, just listen to how much noise you make, even without your mouth~ You enjoy this so much, hm?"
ive been seeing a lot of people talking about how they want blade to play with their tits (understandable), but i raise you: blade humiliating you in public by burying you in his tits. How'd you writhe in embarrassment and try to pry free from his grasp suffocating you in his chest - not that it'll work. Him relishing how you're just drooling from being in such a compromising position and how you're slowly giving up on resistance to drown in this blessing he has oh-so kindly bestowed upon your pathetic self.
synopsis: kafka has seen the way her companion looks at you, her favorite plaything. blade is given a taste of you as reward for his loyalty. though can’t help but want more.
cw: fem reader, dubcon, petpaly, voyeurism, deepthroating, nipple play, fingering, cuckolding, reference to blade's aggressive fantasies abt you
you’d been kafka’s plaything for well over six months now.
it was an easy, comfortable life, and you felt lucky to be kept around like this.
you had no real responsibilities. your one job was sitting pretty in her lap during her work and nodding your head yes to anything she asked of you. she could be strict, and a little mean when you misbehaved- but it wasn't like you didn't enjoy that side of her. you knew very well what your relationship was, and you didn't mind the way she treated you. you welcomed it, even. the affection she gave you and the way she spoiled you and made you feel good was all part of your little exchange.
you enjoyed the benefits that came with being her toy- lying around in bed between your private activities, given permission to wander the home she shared with her coworkers. you'd walk into the kitchen at odd hours to grab a drink or some ice cream, wearing nothing but her white button down shirt.
sometimes you took care to at least pull on some panties, but other days when you assumed the house was otherwise empty, you'd wander out to find something to eat or drink practically nude. your hair still disheveled and your makeup smeared, kafka's marks covering your body.
you hadn't run into anyone so far any other time you'd gone out- so you had a pretty good idea of what time of the day was safe for you to venture out of the bedroom without being spotted while indecent.
but you were met with quite the shock after closing the fridge door. blade was standing there in the doorway. one elbow propped on the frame, his head resting on his knuckles, looking at you impassively.
you'd never been given a formal introduction to kafka's roomies prior to any of this. you guessed kafka never saw the need. they knew you more or less existed here. but introductions and names weren't really necessary. blade and silverwolf were both not the talkative types. he hardly said a word, and she hardly ever came out of her room. you only got a not so gentle reminder over text to quiet down, or that you need to shut off the lights when you leave a room.
you decide to speak first to break the awkward silence, since it was clear blade had no intent to do so.
"h-hi.. i don't think we've had a chance to..."
your words trail off as he looks away from you. he snorts, seemingly disinterested.
you're suddenly hyper aware of your state of undress as he cracks his eyes open, silently looking over your body from head to toe. his expression twisting in what you could only read as distaste.
you feel extremely uncomfortable, and guilty for walking out of the room like this. this wasn't your house. you had to show more decency as a guest.
you quickly apologize to him, and hustle back into kafka's room. blade's eyes following you all the way back into the hall until you were out of sight. the image of you burned into his mind. you don't come out again for the rest of the week without her at your side.
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any other day, kafka's companions were never spared from witnessing a glimpse of your strange activities.
kafka had you strolling around their shared place hardly dressed. putting you in all kinds of skimpy little outfits that hardly cover anything at all. thin sheer covers and tiny lingerie. leather straps, pasties on your nipples, sometimes accompanied by a leash and collar. she spared none of your shame, having you crawl around the place as she tugged you behind her to the bedroom to go and play. it was a deliberate act to get the others to notice you. and notice, they did.
but being spotted by blade alone felt different. scarier somehow.
you weren't sure what he thought of you. or if he hated you, even. who's to say what he might say or do if kafka wasn't around to defend you.
your hunch that there was some tension in the house surrounding you and blade had only gotten stronger after that week.
you and kafka had been going at it as usual, never bothering to fully shut the door. kafka knew blade had no real reason to keep passing through the hall as often as he did. pretending to need something from the kitchen or going to the bathroom 4 times in one hour.
she has you down on your knees, your face shoved into her pussy, or spread out on the bed trying out different toys on you. she’s got you bent over- her strap deep in your slick cunt with your face into the mattress. fucked dumb and drooling. blade clenches his jaw at the sight of it. he makes the mistake of locking eyes with kafka, the sly woman just smiling, giving him a playful look and wagging her finger at him.
he could practically hear her smug voice in his head, mocking him. that's a bad boy, peeping in a lady's room, bladie.
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kafka pushes things a bit further as the days progress. enjoying this little game she's started. she wanted to see how far she could push her companion. like dangling a piece of meat in front of a dog, seeing how long they'd obey their command to sit, and stay. but a starved dog. he could get... desperate.
she calls blade into the room, pretending to need something. he silently observes the way you're left on the bed today. your wrists bound behind your back with cuffs and a vibe inside your cunt. you make soft little sounds the whole time they talk. kafka shushes you when you get too noisy, pressing a button on a little remote in her hand that makes you jolt and you whine, doing your best to stay quiet. blade can hardly focus on whatever it is she has to say, and it doesn't go unnoticed by her. she smiles at the way his eyes keep drifting back over to the bed. how he stiffens up with each little sound of pleasure you make.
"what's wrong bladie? you interested in my little pet here? isn't she cute."
she strolls over to the bedside, petting your hair and running a gloved finger along the back of your thigh. you shiver, leaning your face into the bed and whining, pushing against her for more. blade's fists tighten at his sides.
he feels his composure shaking. he has to leave before she gets an angle on him. he hated letting that woman see the power she held over him sometimes.
"...i have no interest in things that don't concern our mission. are we finished here?"
she frowns a little, pursing her lips before giving a little laugh in amusement.
"we aren't finished just yet.. but... you may go. for now."
she smiles. her last statement seeming to carry a cryptic double-meaning behind it. she'd get him to break sooner or later.
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you’re sitting in her lap again at breakfast, kafka feeding you sliced fruits from her hand. blade enters the room with a frown on his face, and he grimaces at the sight of you. she spoiled you far too much for a toy.
"must you let your pet sit at the table? just put her on the floor. i’m trying to eat."
"aww.. bladie. don’t act like such a prude." kafka giggles, and you laugh with her as she leans in to whisper in your ear, but loud enough for him to hear it clearly.
"he’s just jealous."
"i’m not."
"really? you sure you don't want to try her out?"
blade seems to actually contemplate her offer this time, compared to the last time he'd seen you.
"...you're serious?"
you give kafka a look of surprise. was she serious?
you stiffen in kafka’s hold. turning to her for some kind of reassurance that she was only joking. she wouldn’t make you do that would she?
she just flashes you a dangerous look, one you'd seen before. her expression telling you to behave, and don’t test her.
you shrink back down, laying your head against her chest and she strokes your hair approvingly.
"i trust you'll be a good girl if i lent you to bladie for a while, right? it’ll make me very happy."
you look down, nodding your head after a minute. fidgeting nervously with your fingers. a devious, but pleased smile stretches on her painted lips.
"good."
she guides you over to blade's chair with her hands on your shoulders. your heart thuds against your ribcage as you're pushed down on your hands and knees in front of him. he sits in his chair, a bored expression on his face, but a hint of curiosity as he looks you over.
kafka crawls behind you and pops open the buttons on your shirt. palming at your tits. you moan softly, your face heating up. she always did this to you with others present, but this somehow felt much different than before.
blade is looking directly at you now. his eyes trained on kafka’s movements
her voice is warm in your ear. "mmm, looks like we’ve got his attention now, don't we?"
you meekly nod your head. gasping as she pinches your nipple.
"you know what to do now right? he looks pretty mean, i know. but he won’t bite. not unless i tell him to."
blade looks more imposing than normally does as you look up at him from the floor. his chin resting on his knuckles, his expression unreadable. he didn't show any ounce of pity for you or embarrassment from the situation. he narrows his eyes as you crawl closer to his feet. you don't know how he'll react. you remember to use your words, like kafka had trained you to.
"will you allow this pet to please you, sir?"
you hold back from calling him master. since you belonged to kafka. but the title still seemed to get him to respond all the same. his brows furrow, and he gives a curt laugh.
“you’ve trained this little thing well.”
he leans forward, brushing his palm along your cheek gently. his hand slowly finds it's way to the back of your head. you gasp as his grip tightens painfully in your hair, tugging your head backwards.
you see his jaw tense in irritation the moment kafka reprimands him. she seems to read his thoughts before he has a chance to carry on further.
"ah-ah bladie.. did i say you get to touch?"
blade challenges her, his hand still in your hair and he snorts.
"that’s my rules for all of this. either accept the gift i'm giving you, or walk away with nothing. your choice."
after a moment, he releases his hold on you. he sucks his teeth in annoyance, sitting back in the chair.
"fine."
you feel a dull throb at the base of your hairline and look at kafka for guidance. she nods her head in encouragement. giving you a pat, and rubbing your shoulders. she kisses the back of your neck and gives you a little push forward. you fall right into blade’s lap and he stares down at you. his eyes trained on your face. you feel flustered, looking away from him, and you reach for his pants.
“don’t look away. look at me.”
you inhale sharply, eyes snapping up from his lap back on his face, and you sit back on your heels as she adjusts his sitting position, spreading his knees apart. you could see the outline of his cock straining against the fabric of his pants.
you shyly unzip his zipper and put your hand inside. your palm wraps around his cock. it’s thick and hot as you pull it out. bouncing up to sit against the dark trail of hair below his navel. look up at him meekly, and you hear kafka’s voice behind you.
"be sure to treat my associate here well, okay? give it your best. and maybe i’ll reward you after."
you feel a small surge of confidence now with kafka’s urging. you give the underside of his cock an experimental lick. the tip of your tongue teasing the veins there and the skin where the shaft meets the head. you pool some saliva onto your tongue, letting it spill onto the shaft before taking the head into your mouth, wrapping your lips around it and sucking. blade hisses, sitting up a little more to watch you get to work.
his hands almost ache with the need to grab you. and it takes everything he has not to bury his fingers in your hair again and yank your head down on his cock, fucking your throat. his hands move to the arm rests of the chair instead, his fingers digging in and gripping them.
"fuck.."
his hips start to raise off the seat a little, and you put your palms on his thighs to keep him in place. enjoying the small bit of power you had right now.
you feel kafka’s fingers playing with the waistband of your panties. fingers digging in and softly snapping the elastic against your skin. she pulls at the seat of them, pulling it down and snapping it again against your slit and you whine.
“faster.”
you obey her without hesitation, hollowing your cheeks around blade’s cock and sucking at a much quicker pace.
blade curses under his breath, gripping the armrests hard enough to dig his nails into the leather covering and leave marks. he imagined all the things he could do to you- if only kafka wasn’t around.
he’d have you hanging your head from the edge of his bed, fucking your mouth the way he wanted to. pulling his cock out of your throat just to smack you across the face, and shove it back in deep enough to see the bulge of himself sunk deep in your throat. he starts to breathe in heavy pants. he was getting close.
“you’re so lucky.. hah... that woman is still here.. or i’d… hah… i’d ruin that pretty mouth of yours.”
you whimper at his words. and kafka giggles. continuing to play with your pussy, gloved fingers teasing your clit and pressing her thumb down on it in little circles. rubbing you faster and faster until you're clenching around her fingers.
you gasp and moan, the sudden vibrations from your mouth have blade reaching his climax faster than he intended. his cum spurts out shoots across the flat of your tongue. the hot, bitter liquid coating the inside as he continues to rut past your lips.
he groans, low and raspy. bucking his hips forward in jerky movements until he’s spent. it’s warm and slippery inside your mouth, and he doesn’t want to pull out just yet. he could stay in it for the rest of the day. or more so, he wanted grab you and sit you on his lap to use your cute pussy next.
you could see him thinking over something as he looks down at you- his expression daring you not to move. but he wasn’t the one who gave you orders.
you meekly pull away, releasing him from your mouth with a wet pop sound- and there’s visible disappointment on his features. especially seeing that you'd held his cum on your tongue the whole time.
kafka seems very pleased however, and she praises you with a small clap. she'd trained you well.
“good girl~ you held it.”
you continue to present the cum in your mouth, unsure what to do. the woman wears that smile again, meeting blade's eyes. he looks deeply unamused, narrowing his eyes as he catches his breath.
“spit it out, darling. we don’t know where it’s been.” she says mockingly, pinching your cheek and holding her hand out below your chin.
blade watches in irritation as you dribble the mixture of his cum and saliva into her palm, and she gets out a handkerchief. cleaning the mess from her glove with a look of disgust.
it was mildly humiliating, and frustrating to witness all at once. but he couldn’t complain, he knew that. kafka may decide not to be so generous a second time if he chose to act ungrateful. kafka dips her fingers in you, delighted at how slick you are. she was dying to get a piece of you now after watching all of that.
“mm.. you got her soo wet for me bladie, thanks for that. but we’ve got more playing to do now, alone. have fun out here."
her mocking laugh makes his blood boil as she waves him off, beckoning for you to follow her with her finger. you step around him cautiously, watching the way his eyes follow you as you trot over to her side on command like an over eager pup.
it makes him sick. but he can’t look away from it either. not both until you disappear into the hall, and he's left in the den as the sole occupant.
blade curses aloud in the silent room, tucking his softened cock back into his pants and letting his head fall back against the back of the chair with a sigh.
he could hardly say he was satisfied. he’s only gotten to sample you, and on someone else’s terms. he didn’t even get to touch you.
it was ridiculous. he knew he’d find himself wandering outside her door again after so long. spurred on by his own perverse curiosity- and the sounds coming from beyond the wall. he couldn't contain himself.
he just hoped maybe kafka would get careless. but she wasn't the type. maybe elio would send her away for just long enough to leave you alone here unattended for a few hours. or a whole day if luck was on his side.
if he threatened you, and scared you badly enough, he’d be able to use you without worrying you’d run your mouth and tell kafka.
that sounded leagues better than waiting around to be kafka's temporary entertainment again. the gears were already turning in his head as he makes his way into the hall, hoping to get one last passing glance at you. something he could cum to while formulating his plans for you for the near future.
