sorry if this is too explicit but your alhaitham piece just triggered off a bunch of ideas in my head 😮💨😮💨 but imagine alhaitham just being done with your back handed quips and mindless yapping when you're trying to work together in the library and he just needs to shut you awpppp for a second, so he 😔 does things to you 😔 only because he needed some peace and quiet of course 👀 not because he's devastatingly attracted you or anything
im seeing this so incredibly late so first of all, sorry anon TT second of all
alhaitham has you on your knees under the table - in some hidden corner of the library. his long, slender fingers are in your hair, occasionally massaging the back of your neck.
"look at you, hm? much better use of your mouth, don't you think?" his voice is low, yet still gentle. there's a hint of a smirk on his lips. it disappears quickly when his length hits the back of your throat. he bites down on his lip, holding back the deep groan building up in his throat. "fuck...darling."
your mind is a little blurry - hinged somewhere between the heavy weight on your tongue and the growing ache between your legs. in the back of your mind, there's an itch - like some piled up notes to go through but alhaitham's hips move, smooth in their swivel into your mouth and suddenly all other thoughts are out of the window.
aaaaand it could go a couple ways – maybe he could have you cockwarming him for a bit or he could be at the end of his wits with how good your mouth feels and rushes you back to his place for a good time hehe (this is just a thought dump)
they love making you beg. not because they’re cruel, but because it’s intoxicating to watch someone confident unravel under them - it feeds their ego in all the best (and worst) ways.
will absolutely talk you through it. “yeah? that’s it. look at you, so needy. say it again. say what you want.” and they won’t give it to you until you do - grinning while you stumble over your words.
they're experts at edging - not just you, but themselves too. they love holding back just to draw it out, to tease you with how hard they are, how much they want you, and still keep control. you coming apart while they’re still fully clothed? top-tier victory.
will pin your hands not because you struggle, but because they like knowing you can’t touch them unless they let you. the power trip is subtle, but unmistakable.
they're vocal - low groans, dirty talk, absolutely shameless praise. “you take me so well,” “you were made for this,” or worse - “look how good you are for me.” they know the effect their words have and weaponize it mercilessly.
when they’re jealous, they don’t sulk - they prove themselves. the sex turns possessive, rougher, and they're not above saying things like, “remember who owns this,” while leaving marks in places you’ll have to explain later.
post-nut clarity doesn’t exist for them - if anything, they’re more smug after. “you can barely walk, and i’m still ready for round two. what now, sweetheart?”
mirrors are their favorite tool - bending you over in front of one or making you watch while they go down on you, eyes never leaving yours. “don’t look away now. you wanted this, didn’t you?”
surprisingly obsessed with aftercare. they might be cocky and overwhelming during the act, but afterward? they’re cradling you, massaging your thighs, stroking your hair, and whispering how perfect you were - always in that same teasing tone, just softer now.
when you try to take control or tease them? they let you… at first. let you ride it out, smirk while you try your best, and then flip the dynamic without warning. “cute. but let me show you how it’s really done.”
🌸~Ehehehe, here's the question. Why have one, when you can have two??
🌸~When twos fun, but threes a party~🌸
(GN Reader with female parts, Explicit content!, PinV, pet names!, threesomes!, MDNI!)
(With Diluc/Kaeya, Wriothesley/Neuvillette, Tighnari/Cyno, and Kaveh/Alhaitham!)
Diluc/Kaeya:
Kaeyas strong hands pull your waist flush to his like he owns you, heat pouring through every inch of your body while he claims your entrance with no remorse. He's breathing roughly, grunting and cursing with this sexy amused glint in his eye, watching every shudder that rips through you.
Not that you can see it.
Currently your eyes are almost rolled into the back of your head, your mouth just as filled to the brim with Diluc as your pussy with Kaeya, and god it's maddeningly delicious. He's got a good grip on your hair, groaning as his cock slides down your tight throat and back out again so you can lick his dripping tip.
"Mmmm you're so good at this doll, you take care of us so well.~"
"Your mouths so perfect. Just a little longer.~"
Tighnari/Cyno:
You let out a yelp as Tighnaris mouth crashes into yours, his hot tongue sliding against your lips as he kisses you deeply until your out of breath, panting like a dog in heat.
You're not even close to done though, as Cyno runs his hand down your front, slowly making his way down past your stomach to your heat that's already soaked through your underwear. It's almost embarrassing how much you want them both.
Tighnari licks and nips at your neck, smirking at the sounds you make while Cyno slips a digit inside of you, it's all so much and yet not enough, so you grind against his hand, needy for friction.
"Tch, always so impatient. Looks like you'll have to learn your lesson....again~"
"So wet, I can't wait to be inside of you again beautiful~"
Kaveh/Alhaitham:
You feel so warm, so wrapped up in sweat and pleasure that you're barely even registering what you're doing anymore, your bodies on autopilot, bouncing on Alhaithams large cock like there's no tomorrow while simultaneously using your hands on Kaveh.
The sounds in the room are dirty, moans, grunts and skin against skin, but it's so damn good you don't even care if someone hears. Alhaithams so deep, his touch gentle yet possessive at the same time and you'd be lying if you said seeing Kaveh come undone wasn't the hottest thing yet.
"Oh dear god, so good, so so good! Don't stop! Just keep using your pretty little hands just like that, god yes~"
"I hope you're ready for round two, I'm not done with you yet~"
Wriothesley/Neuvillette:
"Ahhhmm!" You scream into Wriothesleys palm as he pushes himself the rest of the way inside your tight cunt, stretching you to your limits as you clench around them both. You're so fucking full you can't think straight and if it weren't for Neuvillettes grip, your legs would have given out.
You feel like jello in their hands, moaning as they move so slowly, trying to be as gentle as possible while simultaneously loosing themselves in how good you feel.
Neuvillettes mouth finds the back of your neck and he kisses marks into your skin, his tongue dragging up from your shoulder to your jaw. He speaks naughty praises into the crook of your neck as Wriothesley curses, both of them finding the perfect rhythm that has you coming undone at the seams.
"Fuck, you're so fucking tight, like a goddamn dream~"
"So perfect, cum for us lovely, I wanna see you drip~"
🎃~When it's Kinktober and Overstimulation is Day 6~🎃
(GN reader with female parts! Choking in Flins!, Pet names, fingering, forced masturbation, sex toys included! MDNI!)
(With Flins, Raiden, Kaeya, and Alhaitham)
(Kinktober Masterlist)
Flins:
"Look at you, my perfect portrait of lust and greed. My darling, how I love to see you so dazed like this~" Flins leaned down to your level, forcing your mouth open so he could slip his tongue inside. Kissing you so filthily while his gloved hand traveled between your legs, dragging your cum down your thighs.
"F-flins, I can't take m-much more-"
His free hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off your air, "Yes you can~"
You gasped, croaking out a moan as he let go and sunk down to your stomach, kissing his way to your heat. "And we begin again."
Raiden:
You shivered under the Raidens gaze, feeling so on display as her all seeing eyes watched your hands move down your body in slow motion. Your heart was racing, faced flushed and your thighs sticky with the need for sex. "Can't you t-touch me?"
"Not yet. I want to see you pleasure yourself first, I want to hear you finish from your own fingers and then watch as you calm down, just long enough to steady your thoughts, then I want you to do it again and again. Only then, when you're almost to the point of breaking entirely... I want show you what I can do for you~"
Kaeya:
"Mmmm purr for me kitten~"
Kaeyas breath was hot on your skin, his fingers glistening with your slick as he walked them down your belly, leaning in to lick at your sensitive bundle of nerves. He flattened his tongue against your entrance, groaning into your soaked pussy when you grabbed a handful of his hair between your fingers and pulled him further against you.
Your body was tired, shaking with overuse, yet still he delve in, lapping you up like he'd been starved, "Oh Kaeya! K-Kaeya!! Don't stop! Please archons above don't stop!!!"
"I would never dream of such a thing kitten~"
Alhaitham:
Alhaitham sat back in his chair, watching you with darkened lust hungry eyes as you squirmed on the couch in front of him. Your insides were like hot lava, screaming for him to touch you, to do anything, "Alhaitham, p-please i-I"
His head tilted to the side, perfect silver hair falling to frame his handsome face while his finger pressed the button, sending the toy that was currently deep inside you heat to the max.
"Aaahhhh!!! A-a-alhaitham!!"
"I wonder...how many times I could do this before you soaked the couch..."
"Mmmmnn!! Alhaitham! A-ahhh!"
"3...maybe 4? Guess we'll keep going and find out~"
TW: f!reader, bratty!reader, (Scara) fingering, degradation, dacryphilia, toxicity, you’re both red flags honestly, enemies with benefits, obsessive behavior (Alhaitham) overstimulation, praise, condescension/dumbification, academic rivals with benefits lmao, brat tamer! alhaitham
SYNOPSIS : Finding your fwb’s account on an old forum is undeniably strange... and even more so when you realize he’s been writing about you all along. (scaramouche | alhaitham)
NOT PROOFREAD! MDNI!
✦ SCARAMOUCHE :
- user [wandererr] :
she came over again last night.
i told her to leave. she said “make me.”
so i did.
made her beg. made her sob. made her say it:
“i’m yours.”
could never get tired of her voice when she’s all messy and whiny.
she came while crying. she’s such a slut.
last updated: 04:12 AM
“pathetic little girl,” Scaramouche muttered, fingers already so deeply buried inside of you that you swore you could see stars. “Always wet even while you’re pretending to hate me. Yeah? You hate that?”
You moaned sharply, too loud. His other hand covered your mouth in an instant, leaning in close to whisper another string of condescending insults into your ear, his breath so hot against your skin.
“Aw, feels that good? Don’t start crying now. You’re acting like you didn’t come here for this.”
You tried to say something, some insult or weak defense, but it was barely credible with your legs spread wide and his fingers still knuckle-deep inside your cunt. And then he curled his digits just the right way and—
Your knees buckled, tears rimming your eyes. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop— please!”
“Yeah. Just like that,” he whispered, watching you with blown pupils and a sick sort of adoration, nothing short but obsessive. “Say it. Say who you belong to.”
You were already a mess, already crying. The tears were slipping down your cheeks, catching at the corner of your lips and Scaramouche kissed them away. Clenching tight around his long fingers, you knew exactly who you belonged to. Your whimpers were quiet against his palm, but you sobbed into it like you wanted him to break you.
“yours—!” you gasped. “‘m yours— fuck!”
✦ ALHAITHAM :
- user [scribe.alh] :
i told her once that she’s a distraction.
she said “good.”
sometimes i wonder if she just needs someone to fuck the attitude out of her.
can’t be normal with the way she’s arguing and disagreeing with basically anything i say just to piss me off.
she’s wrong.
i’m not pissed off.
not at all.
but her smart mouth does need some fixing.
last updated : 01:39 AM
Alhaitham never raised his voice. He didn’t need to. You were already on all fours, hoodie pushed up and underwear thrown into a corner of your room, his cock so deep inside of you, and all he’s said so far was—
“Tell me what you want.”
You tried. Really. But your voice breaks around the second syllable of his name, and he hummed. As if your utter incompetence was to be expected, and he wasn’t just blowing your back out.
The movements of his hips were relentless. His hands grabbed the curves of your waist, using your body to his desire, and all you could do was moan and whimper into your pillows.
“You picked a fight over the thesis I wrote, and now you’re soaking wet. Very cute.”
One of his hands caressed over your back and slithered around your stomach, lifting you up by a bit. The other deepened your arch.
“Is this what you wanted?”
His tone is cold and clinical, “you throw a tantrum just to get me to fuck you?”
You nodded, too fast and too desperate for release. Alhaitham frowns down at you.
“Words.”
“Yes— Yes, fuck—please— ‘m gonna come!”
Alhaitham leaned down, stuffing you so full of his cock that all you could see was static behind your eyelids.
“Atta girl,” he said flatly.
But even after reaching your orgasm, he plowed into you like he’d finally gone mad. He didn’t pull away even for a second, just leaning down your back and breathing soooo softly against the skin of your neck.
content warnings: nsfw & 18+ content ahead (no sex happens, just suggestive), zhongli split into three, foursome including reader, body worship cuz all he knows how to do is praise his lover, afab anatomy reader, no gendered terms/petnames used otherwise
if this gets like 100 likes i post part 2 fr (with sex on word).
part 2 out, click link above!
“huh, thought we all swore to share?”
a deep voice emitted through the foggy air of moist skin, and breathy moans that left not only your throat, but theirs too.
you thought your lover, zhongli, was joking when he said he would split himself and still love you the same in every form—yet here he… or better yet—here we were, one beautiful gold adorned dragon man between your legs, his horns more prominent than the other two,
another that you sat on, holding you close with a muscular arm of geo hues; and lastly the third who was the one worshipping you with words, as the other two did the same using their actions.
a pressure had built up over your stomach, one that had been caused by all the teasing foreplay they all equally loved to see on you. clearly they all shared the interest in watching you squirm underneath them all.
your eyebrows were knit together as you stared up at the dark voice that suddenly splayed a hand to tilt your head upward, making you look up at him—zhongli, your lover—as the other two would naturally rest their heads onto your body, as if waiting for a call.
the one standing before you had no horns, the one you sat on glew with his tattoos, the one between your legs had horns that did something similar. "sweetheart, you must be telling us where to touch. otherwise..."
now one of his clones spoke- "we won't be getting anywhere." - "yes, use your words, my love."
god, this had to be illegal... right? so many copies of your lover couldn't be free to have. this unironically had felt up to become your own version of fuckin' heaven cause it feels like all your prayers have been answered, the stress lifts off your shoulders.
and it only relieves you more to relax your body, and mind to feel a pair of hands massage your torso to your shoulders, keeping that routine on loop, "please, at the very least- relax, okay? we are all of the same mind. we all want you just as bad."
"hah, god forbid a man wants to be selfish with his lover."
"mmn, nothing more agreeable. although it is myself, smart minds think alike."
you felt... honestly overwhelmed, it was exhilarating to have so many of your husband all in one room. "i... i'm really trying, but it's just... you're so handsome in every form you take." you manage out, barely being able to hold eye contact with the man standing before you, "then want us to take the lead? you seem... tirelessly awake."
"we all know what you've been going through the past week... just tell us how you want it sweetheart."
content: size kink. varka, zhongli, and diluc x afab reader (separately) mdni
size kink with Varka has you laid bare beneath him completely at his mercy, large hands palm the soft flesh of your thighs spreading you open. Simultaneous using his bigger physique to easily fold you into the meanest mating press. Your eyes widened at the sheer depth it gives him, as if his cock wasn’t too much to handle before. The flush tip kisses your cervix with every relentless thrust gaining a choked moan from you. He has you exactly where he wants you, by the end of it you’re drooling over yourself. Utterly mind fucked as he pulls out thick blobs of his seed bubbling out of your used cunt.
size kink with Zhongli who props you up in front of a mirror, squeezed into a full nelson while glossed over eyes stare back at yourself. He presses the tip of his cock against your wet folds teasingly. A soft chuckle erupts from him as he slowly pushes his tip into the warmth of your walls. Ready to have his way with you when all you can do is be a good girl for him and watch yourself get absolutely ruined by the geo dragon himself.
size kink with Diluc who after a hard day at work wants nothing more than to let off some steam. Losing himself in the sweet embrace of your cunt clenching so lovingly against his cock. In times like this doggy style is his go-to having complete access to your plush ass. He loves to press his chest firmly against your back angling himself to bully that sweet spot of yours. Using his sheer size to cage you between him and the mattress while he whispers how you’re doing such a good job taking his cock.
• Sorry for the delay but I wasn't home yesterday after 10 p.m😭🙏
CW: Zhongli is your partner and Neuvilette your boss, Mating session, Non-human body parts (horns, tail and cocks), breeding (Neuvilette mentioned and Zhongli), sexual daydreams of the reader (Neuvilette),a Manhandling (Neuvilette) Cunningulus (Neuvilette), Rough sex (Zhongli), Blowjob (Zhongli), Hair pulling (Zhongli), Double Penetration (Zhongli)
Neuvilette:
Neuvilette that begs you to let him use you... All he wants to do is to fuck that pretty, tight, little pussy of yours till you're full of his cum. His mind is flooded with images of you whining and begging him to slow down, while he's pounding you till tears starts streaming down your cheeks. All of the daydreams he's having of you because of his incoming rut is making him wild with lust.
Neuvilette that can't get enough of your natural scent, smelling you from far away that no human ever could. His eyes narrow with want when you walk over to his office desk wearing that skimpy A-line skirt, the second dots of your blouse unbottoned that he had the perfect view of your cleavage.
You notice his intense gaze on you and your body, his tail swishing behind him hard and thudding against the floor.
,,Monsieur Neuvilette..? Are you feeling alright?"
Not a long moments later, you're pushed against his wooden desk, his soft lips smashing against yours while his big hands roam desperately over your body.
Neuvilette is so needy for you, wanting to make his dirty daydreams about you come true. Having your consent and seeing the blush on your cheeks is enough for Neuvilette to take control and rip your clothes off your body, kissing his way down your body till he reaches your wet pussy.
,,Mmhm god you smell so good..." Neuvilette groans out, pushing your panty to the side to take a whiff of your scent and not a second wasted his lips wrap around your erected clit, sucking and licking it like his life depends on it. He wants you to cream on his face.
Rounds after rounds where he makes you come over and over again, edging himself he finally sinks into your awaiting and overstimulated pussy and at that moment on, he knew that this wouldn't be the last time.
Zhongli:
Zhongli was completely different when it was dragon mating season. He was ruthless, rough and clearly mean.
You were gagging on one of his cock, the almost spiky tip, hitting the back of your throat over and over again while his other cock was rubbing over your face, smearing it with his pre-cum. Zhongli was so mean, calling you degrading names and praising you. Telling you that you're his good little slut and his to breed whenever he wishes.
His hands are wrapped around your hair, guiding your head like he wants to and thrusting his hips into your mouth just to hear your gag and choke around him.
,,Archons.. Enough." His voice was rough, pushing you off him and looking down at your teary eyes, grinning proudly. He wanted to fuck you, now.
Zhongli pushes you against your shared bed, manhandling so you're laying flat on your stomach while he's spreading your ass cheeks to the side to look at your glistening cunt, spitting on it before tapping his cocks against your entrance.
,,Zhongli..put it in already!! A-Anhh!~" *He couldn't hear your whines anymore. He thought he did a good job about shutting you up to not complain anymore but he was wrong. He doesn't give you time to adjust to his cocks as he thrust in one swift motion into your wet heat. You mewl out, the stretch being so good but also so painful yet you cream around him from that alone.
Zhongli promises himself to breed you throughly, so you won't get away from him until your belly can't take much more cum from him...
The acting Grand Sage remains remarkably composed despite you being nestled on his lap. At first glance, if someone were to walk into the room, they’d see a rather endearing sight, you straddling his lap, arms wrapped around his waist with your eyes seemingly closed as your head rested on his chest. Alhaitham works around you, mindlessly filling out the endless amounts of paperwork that came with the job he didn’t want.
However, despite his outward portrayal of the well put together scholar, Alhaitham’s body felt like it was on fire.
You’re seated on his cock. And you were struggling to remain still, hips rolling ever so slightly as you squirmed. You stifled your moans against his chest, trying hard to keep quiet as not to alert other scribes just what indecent acts were happening within the confined space of the acting Gand Sage’s office. Alhaitham warned you earlier that he was to be busy and to behave yourself.
But how could you when the engorged head of his cock pressed against your spongy walls so deeply?
“You’re misbehaving,” Alhaitham warned, his tone devoid of emotion. Yet, he continued his work unfazed, signing document after document. “I told you that if you were going to desperately vie for my attention, you were going to have to sit still.”
“I’m trying,” you huffed in frustration. “P-please? I’ve waited patiently for what feels like hours.”
“No. I’m still not done yet.”
Your legs were beginning to ache, your thighs growing sore and stiff as you tried hard not to move as instructed, but you unintentionally clenched down on him, your pussy desperate for relief.
At this point, it had to be punishment, a sick game for Alhaitham who still seemed unbothered by your pleas even as you whimpered quietly when he shifted ever so slightly. Your arousal drools down the base of his shaft, making it that much easier for his thick and heavy cock to nudge further, inching closer toward where you desired him most.
“Haitham~” you whine. He grips your hips with a warning squeeze when you try to rock against him. “P-please. I can’t take it anymore. Need you to move.”
Sighing, Alhaitham set down his pen on the table. In a swift movement, he stands and folds you over the desk, disregarding the paperwork he’d spent the last half hour working on. The scribe lets out a shaky exhale, his labored breathing the only sign of his waning control as he works his cock in and out of your greedy cunt, fucking against you with slow, calculating precision.
“Y-you’re a brat, you know?” Alhaitham grunts. When you cover your mouth, trying to muffle your moans, he pins your wrists above your head, tutting disapprovingly. “You’ve been begging for my attention all this time. Well now you have it. I want to hear all the sounds you make when you’re coming undone from my cock.”
♥︎ — zhongli
The geo archon has impeccable resolve, as unshakable as the mountains he moves, and maintains the world’s calmest disposition despite his cock being buried deep within your womb. In fact, it’s more of an amusing game to him, a battle of resolve to see who would crack first and give into desire. And so far, it seemed like he was winning.
“Are you doing alright, darling,” Zhongli murmurs, trailing kisses down the back of your neck. His hands trail up and down your bare waist, adjusting you slightly on his lap, a seemingly innocent gesture if it weren’t for that the blunt head of his cock now threatened to nudge your cervix. “You seem rather flushed.”
“I-I’m fine…” you whimper, shakily exhaling as Zhongli’s hands continue to roam over your body.
Even just merely being cock warmed by him had your body burning, aching with a need to filled over and over, and he didn’t even have to move. Especially with his size, You could feel the indentation of his cock as it stretches deliciously against your womb.
Warmth radiates from his firm chest as you relax against him. He gropes your breasts, squeezing the sensitive mound in his palm while his other hand skims across your thigh, inching closer and closer to your puffy and swollen folds. Zhongli pinches you nipple between his fingers making you gasp.
“Are you sure, beloved?” He muses. His hot breath tickles your neck. The sharp point of his canines graze your skin. “You’re so wet already, and I’ve hardly touched you. Tell me, does merely sitting on my cock get you off that much?”
“W-what about you?” Your hips jerk as Zhongli teases your clit. The thick length of his cock drags across your gummy walls when you move. Your cunt seems to convulse in response, squeezing around him tightly. A low growl emits from the back of your dragon’s throat.
Suddenly, Zhongli hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls your legs back against your chest in one swift motion. You gasp out as his cock kisses your cervix.
“Me?” Zhongli shakily exhales. His irises burned gold, like molten amber. “I want nothing more to breed this cunt over and over. To fill you up until you’re dripping with my seed and you’re permanently marked with my scent.” His filthy words send a shiver down your spine.
“M-morax, please…” you beg. “need you to fuck me properly.”
Zhongli growls, pulling your legs back, deepening the stretch. “If that is what you desire, then I shall see to that the terms of our contract are fulfilled. “
♥︎ — ayato kamisato
As the current head of the Kamisato clan, Ayato had been through various tutoring all his life to be able to prepare himself for the future role he’d inevitably take on. It was drilled in him to always remain posed, professional, and refined, maintaining the proper image of the Kamisato’s eldest.
Oh how all that went out the window when it came to you.
“Darling…s-shit…” Ayato swallows thickly as you clamber into his lap, sitting directly on his crotch. “Please. I have work I need to finish.” He could feel himself begin to harden, his erection starting to strain against the confines of his pants uncomfortably. Cheekily, you run your hand down his chest, inching toward the waistband of his slacks.
“It can wait,” you say teasingly. The belt of your robe loosens. Ayato’s eyes dart down to your chest, before he looks away flushed as you’re clearly not wearing anything underneath. Grinning, you lean in closer, feeling him stiffen, his cock twitching in excitement. “You were gone for nearly two weeks doing business in Liyue. I would like my husband’s undivided attention for the evening.”
“Then I shall arrange for us to go to Uyuu after I finish—a-ah fuck—“ Ayato’s body shivers involuntarily as you pull his semi-hard cock from his pants. Placing a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself, you align the leaky head at your slit, watching Ayato’s reactions as you ease yourself down on his cock.
You moan as the stretch of him burns yet feels so good, even better after your time apart. Ayato exhales shakily, still trying to maintain his composure. But beads of sweat trickle down his forehead and his breathing grows more ragged as you squeeze around him.
“Fuck, I missed you,” you sigh. Your lips press against his jaw. His hands hover, like they want to settle on your waist, but he eventually clenches them at his side. You grab them and place them on your hips. “Go on. You can touch me.”
“Darling-“ Ayato groans. How badly he wanted to move. Your cunt felt heavenly around him that he could hardly think straight. His forehead rests against yours. “If I start, I don’t know if I can stop.”
“That’s the point~” you say sweetly, teasingly running your fingers through his hair. “You always pretend to be so put together for everyone else but you’re with me now. You can lose control a little bit Mr. Kamisato~”
At that, the last bit of Ayato’s restraint breaks and he’s capturing your lips in a rough, needy kiss that swallows your moans. His length throbs, pressing further as he grinds himself into you.
He was going to show you just how much he truly missed you.
♥︎ —diluc
Drowsiness weighed heavily on Diluc as the morning sun filtered through the window’s curtains. It was entirely too early and he was exhausted, but knew he couldn’t stay in bed too late as he had business to attend to later in the afternoon.
That, and he couldn’t ignore the little problem he woke up with.
Normally, Diluc would ignore his morning wood or go take a cold shower to deal with it on his own not wanting to inconvenience you. However, the sight of your bare skin wrapped up in the sheets, peacefully still sleeping made his cock throb. And it didn’t help that as you moved in your sleep, you brushed against his erection, making Diluc bite back a groan.
“Love?” Diluc calls, his voice still husky with sleep. He pulls you into his chest, pressing a kiss to your shoulder gently. You stir, groggily looking back at him.
“Diluc?” You yawn, nuzzling against his touch. “What’s wrong?”
“Sorry to wake you sweetheart. It’s a bit embarrassing but I have a small problem.” The bulge of his erection presses against your ass, feeling harder than it was a moment ago. Diluc shakily sighs, his lips gracing your neck. “You don’t have to do a thing. Just let me feel you, okay?”
“Hm…okay…” you sigh contently.
His hand sneaks between your legs to cup your dripping sex. You shiver as he traces your folds, collecting your arousal on the tip of his finger. As he brushes over your clit, you can’t help but whimper.
“Spread your legs open a little more for me,” Diluc grunted, nudging your legs apart with his knee. He holds one of your legs up and kisses the back of your neck while slowly pushing the head of his cock into your eager hole. Diluc lets out a groan, his breathing quickening.
You moan out at the penetration. Diluc moves neither hard nor fast, so you feel every curve of his dick as he glides the last few inches past your fluttering walls. As you clench around him, Diluc has to will himself not to thrust into you.
“Fuck. You feel so good,” the red haired male mumbled. Once he’s sheathed all the way, he doesn’t move. You try not to squirm, but the way he fills you to brim has you wanting more. Diluc relaxes against you, keeping you comfortably plugged with his cock that he could almost fall back asleep when you grind back against him. “Sweetheart,” Diluc groans, his thumb traced across your hip. “Aren’t you tired?”
“Mhm,” you say sleepily. “but I can think of a couple of ways to help to fall asleep quicker.”
Diluc chuckles. He grips your thigh, pulling your leg back to fuck into you deeper. Your moans sound heavenly to his ears. “Do tell? Let’s see if I can help in any way.”
getting fucked by both zhongli and neuvilette, who have something to prove to you and themselves. sucking idlly on neuvilette's cock as zhongli rams you from behind, and you're not sure if you're even cumming anymore, stuffed to the brim and put on display for the men who'd been vying for your affection. zhongli is rough, rougher than neuvillette— his millennia of experience gives him an edge. but neuvilette is softer, more tender with his touch, and the push and pull threw you over the edge a long time ago. you're so far gone, your moans are the only thing you register.
partners who keep you plugged up, a small dildo resting inside of you, keeping you nicee and stretched out for them, ready for them to pull it out and fuck you, your pussy already loose enough to bottom out in one motion.
when they’re done, the plug goes right back in, keeping their cum inside of you, warming up your stomach and acting as lube for the next time they decide to use your sloppy cunt.
౨ৎ GN reader, fluff, established relationship, non-sexual nudity, alhaitham is a lovesick fool
Despite his stoic nature, Alhaitham is an avid lover of kisses.
It's a habit that his grandmother instilled in him from a young age. Her hands, frail and wrinkled, would grab him by his collar with surprising strength before he could leave the house.
"How could I let my grandson leave without a kiss?" her voice would boom before she smothered his cheeks with her lips. And while he would grumble and whine about it as a child, he finds himself missing her embrace from time to time.
It's a tradition that he now passes on to you. Every morning, you're greeted by the faint press of his lips against your forehead and then the quiet sound of his laughter as you scrunch your nose at the ticklish feeling.
"Good morning, sweetheart," he whispers, leaning down to give you another kiss, this time on your lips. You mumble something incoherent in response, tugging the covers over your face in an attempt to fall back asleep.
"I'll see you later," he calls from the doorway of the bedroom. The only reply he gets is a thumbs up, your hand sticking out from the mess of blankets.
Some days, you manage to wake up before him, and his dreams are interrupted by the sound of the shower running.
You're scrubbing shampoo into your scalp when the shower door is suddenly yanked open.
"Fuck, you scared me," you shriek, glaring at him when his eyes wander down your body. "I thought my heart was gonna fall out of my body and onto the floor."
"I have a meeting," he announces as if it's the most important news in the world. "Goodbye kiss?"
You roll your eyes but oblige, pulling him into a deep, soapy kiss. "Goodbye, menace," you pull away with a scowl, flicking water in his face. He slaps your ass in retaliation.
Despite the interrupted showers and sleep, you like how affectionate he is. It makes you feel special because the seemingly apathetic Alhaitham somehow opened his heart up to you and only you. But it's also a sign of his warm upbringing—a sign that someone was there to love him when his parents couldn't—so you always indulge him with his kisses.
(Even though it can be an inconvenience sometimes.)
You scream as the bathroom door slams open. Alhaitham leans against the doorframe with a smirk on his face, and you know what's coming next.
2:56 am - alhaitham
in which, in a moment of grief and mourning, alhaitham shows up at your doorstep when you need it most
content hurt/comfort, gn!reader, grief, mentions of illness, death and a deceased body (just one tho), established relationship, bits and pieces of alhaitham's backstory, unedited
you've cried hard enough for your temples to throb.
the insides of your eyelids were dry, seered with the aftermath of hours upon hours of crying, tracing the sceleras with an aggressive shade of pink. they had an adamant refusal to remain open, fluttering shut with their own insistence—yet sleep was impossible to pursue with the violent headache settling in your skull.
over persistent sniffling, you heard your front door unlock, followed by a voice, deep in both tone and concern.
"y/n? are you awake?"
all you could muster was an incoherent sob, and alhaitham's footsteps echoed across the floor, stopping in front of your couch, where you wept.
he held out a large plastic bag. "i brought food. and i used the spare key." alhaitham's adam's apple bobbed, apprehensive and stressed. "would you like company?"
you knew better not to bother him. especially at 3 am on a weekday.
yet you nod, a slow, pleading motion.
alhaitham placed the bag down, unbothered by the used tissues littering your coffee table as he treaded closer to you, while you were wrapped in a thin blanket.
he crouched in front of you, picking up a stray tissue and wiping a tear off. "im sorry for your loss. truly."
loss. the reason for your abrupt departure from school, what drove you to sprint to the hospital. the death of your dear grandmother.
an attempt to say thank you deteriorates into a choked sob.
"just rest, alright?" he picked up the tissues, without a flinch nor batting an eye, tossing them into the bin. "you don't have to tell me anything."
the tip of your nose itches and burns, with every tissue you've blown into it. you can't see it, but it's probably just as red as your eyes.
"i wish i visited more."
"hm?" turquoise irises glance at you.
"even before she stopped being able to talk." you choke on another sniffle. "i feel like i never got to know her, beyond being my grandmother."
now that you've mentioned it, it'd been long enough for you to forget her voice, from her lectures to keep studying to the way she'd wish you good night—all that came to mind were her last few hours, gasping for air and relief, whilst being attached to a number of medical contraptions you didn't know the name of.
"i miss her." you choked again, chasing after air. "before she got sick. i should've spent more time with her."
a trembling hand fumbled with your tissue box. alhaitham's pries it from you, pulling out a tissue.
"i lived with my grandmother. from before i could remember my parents, up until i was fourteen." alhaitham sat beside you, readjusting your blanket. "i felt the same as you."
his ring clad hand wrapped around you, as he planted a kiss onto your temple. "you've done nothing wrong. no amount of time feels sufficient when your love is infinite. your regrets are simply a sign you care."
you thank him. or at least try to. it drowns in your sobbing.
seeking comfort in him, you leaned in closer resting your head on his shoulder. his chin settled on top of your head, as he let you weep.
you have no idea how much time passes, when alhaitham speaks over your crying.
"my favourite thing my grandma made for me was quiche."
you blew your nose again and looked up at him.
"it's actually her original recipe." he cleared his throat. "i complained about sabz meat stew being too messy as a kid. the mess was probably my own fault."
you snorted at the thought of him being so indignant and stubborn and young, when he was now a man well-versed in accountability.
"but she still came up with a new. she cooked it in a pan so i could read and eat at the same time. i suppose it's not the exact same as a quiche. still my favourite nonetheless. i have the recipe, but no one could make it as well as her."
he felt your head rest against his chest again. lithe fingers stroked it, a soothing pace and warmth.
"what about you? tell me all about your grandmother."
alhaitham awaited a response, but was met with nothing. only snoring from your stuffy nose, and the slow rising and sinking of your chest.
he closed his eyes.
you awoke to a terrible headache, or moreso the one from last night never left you.
alhaitham wasn't there besides you. you were sprawled across the couch, under your blanket and a pillow you didn't remember bringing to the living room.
a patient glass of water waited for you on the coffee table, which was supposed to be covered in tissues and grief.
"it's not eleven yet. did i wake you?"
you blinked. "no. my head hurts."
alhaitham gestured to the glass. "drink. it's because you're dehydrated."
you followed, gulping down the glass. you don't remember the last time you drank water.
"sorry about last night." you murmured. bringing food over at 3am was inconvenient enough, let alone staying the whole night.
he cocked a brow. "about?"
"well y'know. crying all night."
it started with a simple text message, alhaitham asking why you had to cancel your date and if everything was alright. it descended into a phone call in the middle of the night, announcing your grandmother's departure in forced composure.
"that's a good thing. it means your grandmother is very loved."
"that's not the point. exams are right around the corner and you came over at 3 am. it's not exactly...convenient."
"loss isn't convenient. i don't think grief should be, either." he calmly retorted, glancing towards the kitchen, then his watch. "i never thought of it as a bad thing. i didn't shed a tear when my grandmother passed away. i think you're doing a lot better than me."
you furrowed your brows, picking up on the vague tune of whistling from somewhere in the kitchen. "you—you can't say that. everyone experiences it differently."
a knowing smirk curls in his lip, one of affection rather than condescension. "there you go. you understand that principle perfectly fine. disagree now, and you'd be calling me callous and yourself considerate."
you opened your mouth to protest, but nothing came to mind. you accepted your loss and sunk back into the couch. your eyes still burnt and your head screamed for help, but at least the initial shock had worn off. your grandmother has passed, and wherever she may be now, she'll be okay—is what you'll tell yourself.
there's a cold dread that claws up your chest when you think of her lifeless form. but you screw your eyes shut, watching your boyfriend move from your kitchen to you. you were sore from waiting in the hospital for so long, your feet complained as they creaked against wooden floorboards.
he brought another glass of water. "keep drinking water, you need to rehydrate. you should sleep more too."
you shook your head, after gulping down the glass (which, alhaitham immediately pried from your hand for another refill). "i was already behind on a lot of work. i don't want to do anything, but i can't be bothered to contact uni and get extensions."
it's stupid really. not wanting to do the latter but being too drained for the former. all that's in your mind is sleeping and the funeral.
alhaitham shrugged. "then don't. i have notes for your upcoming mandatory readings, and the content you missed in class yesterday. take the day off, too."
"you're, not in that course?"
he shrugged again. "cyno is. i borrowed his textbook so i could make notes for the next week or so."
a weak chuckle tumbled out. "you're unbelievable."
the composed, serious glint in his eyes melted into something soft, warm—something that only you were privileged to witness. "i had to." he lifts the lid off the pot on your stove, soon closing it again. "i know how it feels. no one wants to do anything after someone passes."
you picked at your nails. "well yeah. but i know how important uni is to you, especially right now. and you've got honours and stuff to worry about, i mean i do too—but for you it means everything and i'm not in the right headspace right now and—"
alhaitham sighed, leaning into you and wrapping his arm around you. a hand found its way behind your head and the other snaked around your waist. his chin found refuge on your shoulder.
"you're important. both you and your feelings. my studies can wait if yours have to too. we both know i'm capable enough regardless." he pulled back to look you in the eye. "i hated how the world kept spinning when it felt like mine froze. so for you, i'll bring mine to a halt while yours is."
his thumb wiped the residue of tears under your eyes, the callused skin even warmer than the tears that you've spilt. "no, it won't be an issue, please, just let me do this for you. if there's one day you'll let me pamper you without worry, let it be today."
all the solemnity in his face had relaxed into a fearful concern. his eyes pleaded--then darted to the pot, who was angrily fuming, but it was enough for you to relent, and accept.
as alhaitham examined the contents you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind. "what are you making?"
"soup. it was meant to be ready by eleven."
"why eleven?"
"you called at approximately 2:30 am. by the time i got here and you fell asleep it was sometime past 3 am. i wanted you to get a full eight hours and wake up to warm, fresh soup." he shot an oddly judgemental look at the pot. "you might have to settle with just the food i brought though, at this rate."
you yawned, eyes watering. "i see. i don't mind either way."
while studying the recipe on his phone, he spoke to you softly; a tone with contradicted the irritated squint he gave the screen and his tightly knit brows. "do you want to sleep in your room? i'll wait until you fall asleep."
your arms released him, rubbing your eyes. "i think i'll stay. i want to spend time with you." he's convinced you to relax entirely, and quite frankly, you definitely needed it—both physically and mentally.
a succinct nod and he pocketed his phone. "i'll brew you a cup of tea and we can put on a movie. is that alright?"
"yeah." you murmured. through your fatigue and anguish, you were grateful to have him. "...i love you."
"i love you too, always." a brief kiss to the lips, and he began to prepare the kettle.
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