"𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗠𝗬 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧?"

okay so I just read your post on genshin men if you go quiet , here me out.... What if you are a quiet person in bed? How would they react ??? Like would they pound into you until you scream or would they be content with it??

Oh boi they would have a field day with you regardless of whether you are quiet or not..

They are scrutinizing every little twitch of your body. In their head, they are mapping all the spots that make you tremble. If they find your sensitive spot, you are in for a ride. They love a challenge but when you finally finally let out a sweet moan, they go feral. You sound, oh so sweet. They are almost mad at you for hiding your moans. So, they go harder, so rough, desperate for you. It's enough for you to grab them as you scream for them.

- childe, scara, ayato, kaeya, itto

It was a lost game when you see how determined and desperate they are for your cries. No, they won't stop until you are moaning into the sheets. When you finally open your swollen lips to whimper their name, they are murmuring praises into your ears. They would fuck every sweet sound out of you with scary precision coz they are greedy for you.

- kazuha, zhongli, albedo, thoma, dainsleif

Hello there! I hope you don’t mind (or if I’m not bothering) but is it possible to request yandere headcanons for Fire bird? Oh! Also, thank you for your amazing works (remember to take care of yourself!) and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Not at all, dear, I am more than happy to!

And thank you for the considerate words. You do that, too, alright?

⸸ O-02-101 (The Firebird) ⸸

(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made a mythical creature from Slavic folklore into an attention-seeking pretty boy. OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

"Nothing brings this Abnormality as much joy as a good hunt would, especially when the prey being hunted is him."

⸸ Imagine...he was once a bird of legend. A volucris of such beautiful plumage that thousands of men died because of their greed for his feathers.

⸸ If he were to soar the skies in the dead of night, he would shine over the world like a second sun.

⸸ But now, his feathers had become so black, they look no different from the void in space. The only remainder of his former legendary status was the weak flame of his heart. It is burning just bright enough to show that he is alive...but not living.

⸸ People had long stopped believing in him. No longer do people consider his feather a sign of good fortune, nor are they willing to go on dangerous quests to hunt him down.

⸸ So, is there really still a point for his existence?

⸸ As would be expected from someone who craves attention, O-02-101 detests Insight work. Their poor darling who is only doing it because it is their job would have to endure the full brunt of his tantrum.

⸸ No, he will not lash out or speak up about it. That would be too indignant for someone magnificent like him. He isn't a savage like those Birds. Instead, his darling would have to realize what he wants on their own.

⸸ While they wipe away the beads of sweat rolling down their face, they fail to realize that the reason why the temperature is so hot, is because O-02-101 is fuming.

⸸ Because how dare they pay more attention to that funny machine on the wall. Was that thing more intriguing than him? Said funny machine is actually his containment unit's thermostat, and the poor agent is trying to adjust the room temperature.

⸸ He may consider himself better than than the other Abnormalities, but he wouldn't be classified as a WAW for nothing.

⸸ On the not so rare occasion he is upset about his darling, his containment unit's temperature would rise by one degree (in Celsius) for every line they cross. The normal room temperature is 10 degrees, which may seem cool enough...until one realizes how easily triggered he is.

⸸ To make matters worse for his darling, he is also triggered by positive treatment.

⸸ Just to list the few ways Agent N provoked him:

Not paying enough attention to him

Paying him too much attention

Complimenting his appearance

Rejecting his EGO gift

Mentioning Abnormalities, O-02-62, O-02-56, O-02-40, and F-01-37

...and the list goes on.

⸸ He doesn't mean to burn or hurt his darling...but he would be lying if he said seeing them struggle because of him doesn't bring him pleasure. He enjoys knowing that even like this, he is still a challenge to deal with. No one wants to look easy now, do they?

⸸ Rest assured, he would never let his darling die. The moment he sees them collapse, he will use his flames to regenerate their wounds, both physical and mental.

⸸ And as the Manager (and everyone else) would eventually realize, his concern for the agent is the only way to prevent him from trying to burn everything down. His sadism would naturally produce a high number of PE boxes, but his Qlipoth Counter level won't drop if he's too preoccupied with his beloved's wellbeing.

⸸ Though this shouldn't be abused because if their Darling truly does die, a single burning room will be the least of the Manager's problems.

"For the sake of the facility, it is better to sacrifice Agent N to avoid a department-wide fire by O-02-101."

⸸ The rule of thumb is: don't let him feel unnoticed or unappreciated. But remember to not stroke his ego too much that he feels confident enough to breach.

⸸ In the event that he does, he will most likely just be following his beloved agent around. The facility's temperature may rise dramatically, but this is nothing lethal compared to what he will be provoked.

"O-02-101 may love to be sought after, but that doesn't mean the Abnormality won't pay back kindly in its own way. Unless the facility has enough fire-extinguishers, do not suppress it."

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Anon, your request inadvertently opened up a lot of ideas for me.

⸸ Elsa's Snow Queen/King's headcanons

⸸ Firebird's rivalry against the Birds of Black Forest and SQ/K

⸸ Or maybe said birds begrudgingly 'sharing' their darling

☁️ 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊! — an anthology | wc: 4.2k

feat: albedo + diluc + itto + tartaglia + thoma

cw: afab!gn!reader (pussy + cunt + clit + cervix + labia are used to describe genitalia), overstimulation, oral sex (reader receiving), mild monsterfucking + facesitting (itto), impled subspace + mentions of a safeword / safe gesture (thoma), further content warnings included prior to each character’s section

a/n: i love when my men get a little fucked out on pussy… can i get a yeah boiiii!!!

minors, i DO NOT CONSENT to you interacting with me. 18+ only, please.

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you're too good to be true ღ 彡 !

★ — what are the genshin guys' favourite positions?

★ — starring : itto , kazuha , albedo , kaeya .

★ — contains : gn afab reader / individual warnings on each section . minors dni.

༉‧₊˚. ARATAKI ITTO

cws : praise, pussydrunk itto, dumbfucking, getting caught.

it’s no lie that itto is massive. his cock will be struggle to take every single time, and you’ll be reduced to nothing but dumb little babbles when he’s through with you. typically he’ll lay you back against the pillows and prep you, often making you cum on his tongue and fingers a couple of times in order to keep you relaxed. itto might not be the most ingenious man in inazuma, but he was a quick learner when it came to your body and precisely how much you could take.

his favourite position is without a doubt the full nelson. he adores folding you in half as you lay on his broad chest, holding your legs back with his extraordinary strength. itto will coax you into it so gently, promising to take the very best care of his darling, yet as soon as the tip of his thick length is dipping into your warm hole, he’s harnessing every single ounce of his self control in order to prevent him from going feral and fucking your cunt like it was nothing more than a fleshlight.

that being said, itto is most certainly aware that he has the power to break you. he works you up slowly, always praising you as he grows more and more drunk on your pussy. the oni growls into your ear as he thrusts up into you, loudly enough that anybody within a short vicinity of the room will hear. (one time one of the gang members made the mistake of coming in to check on their boss, and they were greeted by the sight of your legs pulled back and cunt fully exposed while the boss continued to fuck you just as viciously as he had when the two of you were alone.)

༉‧₊˚. KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

cw : oral , pussydrunk kazuha.

kazuha is a sweetheart. he gets off on making you feel good, though he certainly isn’t one to deny the feeling of your plump lips wrapped around his shaft. this is why his favourite intimate moments with you are when your both in the 69 position. he truly lives up to his vocation as a poet with the way that his tongue works wonders, beginning with slow, teasing licks to your inner thighs before finally reaching your cunt. every movement with him is purposeful, as the man knows exactly how to get you trembling under his touch (because of this, he’ll usually lay you down on the bed and hover over the top of you).

to be honest, kazuha doesn’t really care that much about whether or not you’re sucking him off. he’s content focusing on eating you out more than anything, though you’ve discovered that if you start lapping up the glistening beads of precum from the tip of his cock, he’ll softly moan into your pussy. the vibrations are absolutely heavenly.

kazuha takes his time with you, kitten licking your clit gently, placing the tiniest of kisses to the swollen bud before truly going for it. your begging amused him, though he won’t tease you to the point that those frustrated tears start welling in your eyes. he’ll spread your labia apart with one hand to give him the best access as his tongue slips into your drooling cunt, eager to taste your sweet essence all over his mouth.

༉‧₊˚. ALBEDO KREIDEPRINZ

cws : none .

albedo might be your textbook experimentalist in the bedroom, but the one thing he really enjoys is seeing your face and etching each expression into his memory. that’s why missionary is his favourite position through and through - he loves watching your face contort in that lustful concoction of pain and pleasure when he first pushes his cock into you.

one thing that the alchemist will do every time without fail is put a pillow under your hips. he finds that it first of all gives a better angle when he inserts his middle and ring finger into your pussy, tenderly stretching you open in preparation to take him. the trick came from a drunken kaeya who was babbling on about his recent sexual endeavours, and told his friend that not only can putting something under his lover’s back should make it easier for him to reach deeper inside of you, but also make things feel more intense for them. the cavalry captain had even gone as far as to show albedo some of the scratches left on his upper arms that had been left on his tanned skin a few nights prior.

now, albedo couldn’t live without it. he had grown obsessed with mentally noting how your body responded to different speeds and angles. he would always slide his hand in between your entangled forms, locating your clit and pushing you even closer to the edge. the man felt his heart swell as he remembered that he was the one making you feel so good.

every once in a while you’d fall asleep rather quickly after sex, and albedo would take the opportunity to pull out a pencil and a small notebook that he kept hidden in his bedside table and would sketch a couple of rough images of your face while he fucked you - it was his dirty secret.

furthermore, another reasons that albedo adores this position is because of how your walls never failed to flutter around him a little bit more every time you heard his whimpers and groans. he’s not exactly the loudest in the bedroom, but being in such close proximity to you meant that you could hear every little noise that escaped that starred throat of his.

༉‧₊˚. KAEYA ALBERICH

cws : spanking , mention of brat taming , praise / degradation , public sex .

though he’s in love with all of you, one thing that kaeya treasures is your ass. no matter the size, he adores watching it as you struggle to sink down on his long cock. that’s why doggy style is his favourite position.

the man is absolutely transfixed on your ass as it jiggles in response to his thrusts, and will even shift his speed in order to suit his fancy. if you’re being bratty or find it amusing to talk back to him, kaeya won’t hesitate to spank your ass a couple of times. hell, he’s so in love with it that every now and then he’ll make up minor infractions that could possibly count as you disobeying him just so that he can slap it a few times.

one thing that makes this position extra appealing to kaeya is the fact that at any moment, he can lean down and whisper in your ear. he’s a big fan of mixing praise and degradation together, so he won’t hesitate to bend down and ghost his lips over the shell of your ear, telling you how wonderfully your slutty hole sucked him in and how filthy you were for clenching around him whenever he spanked you.

kaeya gets hard pretty easily, so when you began to make it a habit of stopping by his office during the day for a spontaneous visit, it slowly started turning into him bending you over his desk and taking you from behind. it doesn’t come close to how badly he could ruin you when you were in the privacy of your own room, but regardless, you had to walk out of the knight’s headquarters with kaeya’s cum dribbling out of your cunt.

Sorry thinking abt gorou again…

cw: fem reader, needy!gorou, creampie, not proofread

How needy he is :( how he can’t help but whine and whimper that he wants you. He’s been away for too long, away and busy with his troops. Big bad general gorou, who usually is top of the line and baring his fangs - is flattening his soft caramel-colored ears and mewling that needs you.

“Please, please just the tip at least. Need it s’bad, it hurts.” He even manages to pool dewy crocodile tears along his eyes to make you feel bad. Nosing your neck and licking sloppy lines up your jaw, nipping your skin till you relent.

Hearing how he practically barks in excitement, “thank you, thank you- I’ll make you feel so good,” he groans, flipping you on your tummy and ripping off your panties. Fingers spreading your slick folds and drooling over the curve of your ass like you’re fucking dessert.

Pushes his cock into you till he’s flushed against your smooth backside. Shuddering and panting as he mounts you. He sighs happily when he finally starts to push in, your legs spreading and cunt quivering while he stretches you. Ignores your shaky whines that he’s too big, that he’s stretching you out and making you full. “You feel so good, s’like heaven.” He flashes his teeth as ruts his hips against your ass. Balls smacking your clit and making you yelp around him.

Fluffy tail brushing against your calve as he greedily fucks your sloppy pussy. Pulling up your hips up to meet his cock so he can hump your cunt. Hands pushing you into an arch, thumbs digging into your skin. Gorou loves how you feel around him, silken walls pulping around his cock and squeezing his tip when he pushes too far. Drool leaks from his chin and drips over your back.

A creamy white halo formed over his length and making sick kissing sounds each time he slams home, can only focus on pounding you into the sheets. He doesn’t even realize how big he is, how he’s brushing against your cervix and rearranging your guts. “G-gonna, gonna fill you up, make you feel me,” he babbles and you clamp around him.

So entranced with your squelching cunt and the way you moan his name. He’s so pent up from months of being away he can’t help but pound into you, small growls leaving his throat and he leans over to bite your shoulder. Your slick smearing against his hips as he pumps you full of his cum, hips not even stuttering or finishing. In fact, he starts right back up again.

Gorou is just so needy be can’t help but be rough with you <3

at last.

pairing: yan!morax (zhongli) x f!reader

contains: not safe for work content, explicit sex, dubious consent, yandere, obsessive behavior, arranged/contract marriage, coercion

“M-Morax…” His name leaves your trembling lips in a soft plea, and you can feel strong arms tighten protectively around you as his mouth brushes, deceivingly sweet, against your neck.

“Yes, my darling.” His hot tongue darts out to lick over the hickey that he had etched into your soft skin just minutes prior. “Tell me what you want, and you shall have it.”

Your vision is blurry and your mind is a chaotic mess, spinning with nothing but pleasure and desire, yet a voice deep within you screams and begs for you to run.

You did not belong with someone like him.

You were a loyal handmaiden to the late goddess Guizhong, who served by her side for many centuries. Upon your goddess’s death, Morax, her dear friend, took you into his care. A god of war, hardened by battle, you were always puzzled as to how he and your goddess were such closely aligned comrades. With a terrifyingly sharp golden gaze and bloody weapons that left many helpless at his feet, he was a strange friend for the kindhearted Guizhong to make.

Yet, perhaps your judgement of him truly was wrong. After all, how could a ruthless brute hold you so delicately, kiss you so tenderly, touch you so lovingly?

It was no secret to the gods of Celestia that Morax had always favored you, even to Guizhong herself. However, you were ever oblivious to his molten golden gaze following you ever so carefully whenever you graced him with your presence upon his visits to Guizhong’s domain. Guizhong’s death was the last barrier preventing Morax from securing you in his grasp, and the archons watched in silence as he staked his claim over you, his late friend’s poor abandoned handmaiden.

You still remember the day that he took you away from everything you knew, the memories that now linger so distantly in your muddled mind.

The cool evening air had brushed gently against your face, a few strands of your hair rustling in the wind as crickets chirped their songs in the distance along with the occasional croak of a lone frog. Glaze lilies were blooming around you, glowing a faint blue hue in the moonlight. You were quiet, still, unmoving, save for the slight quiver of your lips as you whispered a soft prayer into the night to a dead god.

Your heart was broken into pieces having witnessed your goddess and fellow handmaidens perish in a war that wreaked havoc on the entirety of Teyvat. You had no idea how long it had been since you ran away from the bloody battle to this secluded field of glaze lilies, only that the sting of the arrow wound in your shoulder and countless trails of tears staining your face remain as a reminder of what cannot be reversed.

His voice had cut through your anguished turmoil, the deep tones reassuring and gentle as they coaxed you closer. Promising that he would take you away from your pain, relieve you of your lonelieness, and protect your broken heart for the rest of eternity. Foolishly, naively, you had stood from your spot on shaking legs and ran into Morax’s waiting arms.

To his credit, he had not rushed you into anything. He maintained proper distance to allow you to recover both physically and mentally. You were given a luxurious room to stay in along with huge banquets and servants at your beck and call; you had found it strange to not be in the position of servitude for the first time in your life. Through it all, Morax was nothing but kind to you, keeping you company at your meals and taking strolls with you in the sprawling palace gardens. Your heart had been stirred by the gentleness he showed you; he was certainly not the terrifying war monger that many think him to be.

However, as you began to trust your goddess’s old friend, all of it came crashing down as his true intentions began shining through. Once, he returned to his palace from battle, eyes gleaming with bloodlust, and marched up to your room where you pretended to lay sleeping. He gathered your form in his arms and buried his nose in your neck, savoring the sweet scent before kissing his way up and down.

You had squeezed your eyes shut and tried to sleep; even if you were awake what difference would it make? How could you ever shake the will of a god?

One time turned into two, two into three, and then into every night when he returned, the stench of blood still clinging to his clothing as he tightly embraced you and ravished your neck.

It was not long before a contract was presented to you. Become Morax’s bride, and he will continue to protect you. Deny him, and he will no longer be obligated to do anything for you—and you would have nobody left.

You had signed your name with a shaking hand, tears falling down your face and blurring the ink.

Morax had carried you to your now shared bedchamber after the wedding ceremony, his grip still gentle but his eyes gleaming with something primal and ravenous.

He had pecked your forehead before laying you down in the luxurious silk sheets, wasting no time with pinning your trembling form down and claiming your lips. This was the second time he had kissed you—the first being at the ceremony—and this one was much different. Rather than chaste and tender, he’s all teeth and tongue, sliding his tongue into your mouth and biting at your lips until they swell.

Your wedding garments slip off your body with ease, and you’re left bare under the god who had been waiting for many years to finally have you in his arms. Morax’s golden eyes drink in every inch of your body, from your pouting lips, to your delicate collarbones, to your perky breasts all the way down to the little leaking cunt that was waiting to be filled by him. An almost wicked, triumphant grin stretches across his lips as he drags a finger from your hole to your clit, pleased when you whimper for him.

“Oh, my darling, Aren’t you exquisite?” he murmurs, gathering your slick on his fingers before circling your clit, sending pleasure shooting through your entire body.

You’re shaking, weak protests leaving your mouth in pathetic blubbers as he continues to ruthlessly play with your drooling cunt. One long finger prods teasingly at your hole, and you wince as it struggles to work its way inside. You hear Morax inhale sharply.

“Hmm.” He huffs out a laugh. “We’ll make it fit, won’t we?” Fear briefly lances through you, but before you can act or speak, Morax’s finger begins moving in and out of your wet hole, stretching it out slowly. Your mind is filled with haze, your mouth falling slightly open as he adds his ring finger, humming in satisfaction as your pussy opens itself up for him.

“Such a good girl.” Morax kisses away a tear that has slipped down your cheek. “Don’t cry now, my beloved. I vowed to cherish you for the better and for the worse, for the rest of time.”

You let out something between a sob and a moan as your husband continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, the other hand lovingly brushing hair off your sweaty forehead. You feel a coil building in your stomach, something so terribly pleasurable and nearly ready to snap. His pace is brutal, and your eyes blur with stars as he hits the deepest parts inside of you with his long fingers over and over. You’re crying now, the room filled with only the squelching of your shamefully wet cunt and your sobs of pleasure. You’re so close to falling off the edge, but what will happen when you do—?

You suddenly feel his fingers slip out of you, and you gasp, letting out a weak whine of protest. Morax chuckles, caressing your cheek with his free hand while he brings his other to his lips, allowing himself to taste your arousal soaking his fingertips. Another uncharacteristically wicked smile mars his handsome face as he savors your flavor, golden eyes darkening ever more. “No need to whine. I’ll make sure you’ll never want for pleasure. Be patient, my beloved.” He leans down, head disappearing between your legs, and you jolt as he presses a soft kiss right on top of your clit.

Your eyes slip closed when Morax’s tongue licks up your folds, and he groans deeply as he tastes your sweetness directly from the source. You can no longer control the moans and whimpers that leave you as he laps at your cunt, circling and sucking at your clit while his large hands knead and pinch at your sensitive breasts. Your pussy gushes eagerly, and embarrassment burns hot in the pit of your stomach as you cum for the first time in your life, right onto Morax’s hungry tongue. You twitch and flinch as he continues to lick, overstimulating your poor abused clit as he tries to take in every drop of your essence.

“A-Ah… m-my lord…” you cry out, finally willing yourself to speak while trying to close your legs in response to the overwhelming feeling.

“Morax will do,” your husband chuckles against your cunt. His strong hands keep your legs open, unwilling to take his eyes off the image of your messy pussy. How could he ever stop admiring such a sight? “No need for formalities anymore, hmm?”

“M-Morax.” You whisper his name for the first time, your eyes fluttering closed as you heave weakly from your orgasm. You can’t see him, but his eyes soften as he hears his name fall from your mouth.

“Yes, darling?” You’re silent for a moment, still trying to catch your breath.

“Do… do you r-really love m-me?” Your voice sounds so tired, so broken. You hadn’t wanted to care, hadn’t wanted to give yourself to the man who had coerced you into being his tragic bride. Still, Morax is all you have left. Aside from him, there was no one else in the world who could take care of you. Deep down, you knew that, and the idea of rejecting him is too much to bear.

Morax reluctantly pulls away from your pussy only to gather your naked form into his lap, pressing his lips against yours once more. He’s gentle this time, his lips barely brushing against yours. “Little one, you’ll never know just how much I love you. Nor for how long I’ve waited just to have you by my side.” A sickening, yet warm feeling sweeps over you as he says this, and you involuntarily lean into his broad chest, hands fisting at his robes. Morax smirks, all teeth and malice, though you’re completely unaware. “Be assured of this, my dear. I will never let you go. You’re mine. Do not dare to forget my love for you.” At his coldly possessive words, your body recoils, snapping you out of your stupor. You can suddenly feel the hardness of his erection prodding against your stomach, and dread fills your chest as you realize that the night is far from over.

You’re laid on your back and faced with the view of Morax removing his clothes, his large erection springing free and dripping precum onto your belly. Morax grasps his cock in one of his large hands, greedy gaze reveling in the way you stutter and flinch as you stare at him.

As much as he loves and treasures you, he can’t help but also bask in the fact that he has you completely at his mercy.

Of which he has none.

Your entire body tenses in anticipation as Morax guides his huge cock towards your entrance, alarms ringing in your head as you once again attempt to close your legs. How is that supposed to fit—?

“I’ll take care of you,” Morax tells you, stern as he grabs your thighs firmly and spreads them back apart. His gaze flickers down to your warm, soaked hole, waiting and ready just for him. He groans, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, trying to stop himself from shoving himself inside right then and there.

“Forgive me,” he apologizes, before he allows the tip of his cock to breach your virgin walls, and his eyebrows furrow in concern as you let out a cry of pain. “I’m sorry, my darling.” He slowly starts to push the rest of his dick in, holding you tightly when you wail out at the thicker parts, and kissing at the tears that stream down your cheeks.

“I-It’s… i-it’s too-o b-biggg…” you slur out, drool dripping from your mouth as your innocence is finally claimed by your new husband, blood soiling the sheets as evidence.

“I know, my little one. I know,” Morax coos, planting kisses all over your pretty face to try and soothe your pain. “Just a while longer. Soon you will feel nothing but pleasure.”

You can’t answer him, the feeling of his cock sheathed in you is too much. You can feel him throbbing with need deep inside you, and when you shamefully tilt your head downwards, you can see the large bulge in your stomach. Pain is slowly replaced with feeling of just being wholly, overwhelmingly, full. His dick is just so long and thick, filling up every part of you so well—

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you involuntarily arch against Morax’s muscular frame, your arms wrapping desperately around his neck as your little cunt creams around his cock. You rasp out his name in a sobbing whisper, your second orgasm nearly making you pass out from its intensity.

Morax chuckles, kissing your lips gently. “Do you love my cock that much already, sweet girl?” Your unfocused and dumb expression is perhaps the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. This is all he’s ever wanted to do; to make his kindhearted, gentle lover completely stupid on his dick. You’re the very image of beauty as you whisper desperately,

“Y-Yes, Morax. I l-love your c-cock so m-much…” Pride swells within him as you hide your face in his chest, embarrassed at what you had just said. Still, you can’t stop yourself from begging, “P-Please, it’s t-too much… p-please do s-something…”

Morax takes this as a sign to move, and move he does. He thrusts once into you, and watches with great interest as your pussy convulses around him and your mouth falls open into a wanton moan. Soon the only the sounds in the room are the slick sounds of Morax’s cock filling you up, accompanied by your whimpers and his deep grunts. He fucked you at a ruthless pace, your pussy split open on his cock again and again.

You should feel dirty, used, unpure; Guizhong’s handmaidens typically choose to remain untouched for the entirety of their lives (although Morax had personally defiled several of them in secret, imagining they were you. You rarely left Guizhong’s sight; how else could he deal with his desires?). However, as much as it repulsed you to admit it, your body craved and enjoyed every second of his cock inside of you.

You lose track of how long this lasts, of how many times your husband flipped you into a new position and sheathed his dick inside of you, wracking your body with cries of pleasure and pain, of how many times your little cunt gushed all over him, of how many times he stroked his release into you and filled you with his cum. All while whispering in your ear how delicate you were, how you should be grateful that he, a big strong warrior, had come to save and shield you from the terrifying world, how he loved you ever so much and without him and his love, you would’ve perished along with everyone else, so open your legs a little wider, darling, and let him cum inside you once more.

Only after does it hit you that you’re trapped in his arms, and that there’s no way out. A numb feeling runs over you as you lay, boneless, sleepy, and belly swollen with cum. He’s holding you close to him as he vows to give you whatever you wish for, and your lips seem to move by themelves as you silence the voice screaming in terror within you.

“I-I want…” you whisper out, your fucked-out mind only wishing to be held and cherished and loved. “…you t-to stay. F-Forever.” As soon as you utter those words, you don’t even have time to regret your statement before Morax’s smirking lips kiss your cheek gently.

“As you wish, my dear.”

Despite it all, a dumb smile crosses your face as his fingers brush against your pussy and push his leaking cum back inside. Yes, you will never be alone again.

You’re right where you belong, at last.

devotion

Feel Good

He makes you feel good, even if he is sometimes cruel

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Xiao x fem!reader

Warning!!! NSFW below the cut!

AFAB reader, oral (receiving), Slight ServiceDom! Xiao, edging, spanking, fingering, praising, full nelson position, kissing, creampie.

Note: Xiaooo Xiaooo!!! I'm basically finished with school so I have the whole summer to write *smirk*, anyways thinking kazuha will be next and then yelan (please step on me *drooling*). Also please take this survey! Ok bye <3.

You felt so good like your whole body was hot with pleasure, all thanks to your boyfriend, Xiao, whose head was between your thighs. You held onto a clump of his hair as his head worked up and down on your slit. His tongue glided between your folds, only stopping to lick at your clit. Soft moans fell from your lips as Xiao lapped up the slick that poured from your pussy. “Good, so good,” you said stroking his silky hair, your eyes closed feeling completely relaxed but filled to the brim with arousal.

Xiao was thriving off of your moans, your quick inhales when he flicks your clit, your low whimpers as he pushed his tongue in, every single noise. You didn’t take Xiao for a service dom, but you didn’t mind. He could get a little mean (really mean), but for some reason whenever you did it, he was always ready to please you. Your body shivered, his tongue poking around your insides made you feel like you were going to cum already. It didn’t help that his nails were clawing at your sides, stimulating you further to your climax. Your hips started to push up into his mouth, “Xiao, ‘m gonna cum,” you whispered.

He popped off of your pussy, slick all down his chin, “Hold it for me, ok?” You let out an affirmative hum, and he continued eating you out. Despite this, your gasps got louder and louder, and Xiao could tell you were getting needy. He was losing his patience, he growled out “Hold it for me,” again.

“I can’t Xiao, ‘m right there,” you moaned out, throwing your head back. You were oh so close, your hole was clenching around his tongue, yearning to release the pressure there. But all too soon, Xiao pulled his tongue out, causing you to gasp, “Shit, Xiiaao~”

He gave a few licks on your clit before pulling away from your dripping slit. Your hips rolled up into the air, eyeing Xiao as he grabbed your calf to flip you over onto your stomach. As soon as you laid on your tummy, there was a sharp smack on your ass and you yelped. “What did I say?” his growling voice kept you submissive, you didn’t want to further enrage him so you kept quiet. His hand came down again, “What did I say?” He said closer to your ear, vibrating your head, causing your muscles to tense up.

You let out your voice, weak and shaky “To hold it…” His golden eyes pierced through you, increasing the anticipation and the heat between your thighs.

“Are you going to hold it?” you shake your head yes, he grabbed a ball of your hair in his fist, “that’s not an answer.”

“Yes Xiao, ‘m gonna hold it.”

“Good girl,” he pulled you into his lap, thighs spread out between his body. His painted nails roamed your skin, leaving behind faint tingly lines and causing slick to pour onto his lap. His hands eventually dipped back down into your folds, splitting them before sinking his finger into your tight hole. Xiao hissed, “fuck, you’re so wet…” he breathed right into your ear. You squirmed, lightly kicking your legs out only for Xiao to hold onto the back of your thighs with his arm. 

His fingers quickly worked in and out of you, forcing you to let out a shaky moan, “F-f-fuck, Xiao.” You suppressed the urge to cream around Xiao’s slender fingers, but it wasn’t helping he was pressing right on your g-spot making you see stars. “Xiao! Fuc-k sl-ow down!” you tried grabbing the hand that fucked into you, but with the awkward position, your attempts were fruitless.

Xiao pulled your thighs closer to your chest, exposing your pussy more to his fingers, allowing for him to go rougher. “Take it,” he growled into your ear, and you did (to your best ability). Your pussy clamped around his fingers, and you saw stars. Your mouth was left ajar from Xiao's fingers, moaning relentlessly and pouring more of your juices onto them. His pants were damp with how much you were leaking on him, but he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you.

Pleas fell from your mouth as you started to tear up from overstimulation. "Ple-ase Xiao~! I'll be so good for, AHnmm! You, please let me c-cum! Pleasepleaseplease-" your brain was so foggy, and your pussy fluttered around his fingers. Xiao pulled out his fingers, and you were somewhat relieved from his cruel punishment.

But Xiao was far from over, he started to pull down his wet pants, and you felt the tip of his cock between your drenched folds. "The only thing you're going to cum on is my cock, [Name]," he said sternly, as he pulled your thighs closer to your chest again, pushing his cock in your hold. Your pussy happily welcomed it, albeit squeezing around Xiao’s cock crazily. "Hey, don't cum immediately, ok?"

"Mhm!" You hummed, biting your lower lip. His cock was finally nestled fully inside of you. You didn't have time to adjust, since Xiao began to buck up into you. You squirmed, whining from holding it in for so long.

You turned around to look at Xiao, his mouth was hanging open slightly panting. You twisted your body to kiss him, and Xiao slowed his movements. Even though the kiss was sloppy it was passionate. He broke the kiss, and in the space, between your lips, he muttered, "you can cum now." He returned to thrusting into your pussy, and immediately felt a knot form in your stomach.

"Ah♡~! Ah♡~! Xiao♡~! I'm gonna♡~!" The knot dissolved and you gripped Xiao's thighs hard. Your mind went white, you clenched and fluttered around Xiao's cock. Xiao hissed, releasing your thighs, now bringing your hips down to fuck his cock.

Xiao fucked you through your orgasm, he rested his face on your back, grunting as he used your body. His low growls shook your body. You were washed over in pleasure, your moans slipped out every time his cock bullied its way into your spent pussy, rubbing against your g-spot and kissing your cervix.

Xiao shivered behind you and began increasing his thrusts. Your moans turned into whines, and you came around him again, milking and pumping his cock. He let out a broken whine, and his hips got rougher, until his cum painted your walls, filling you up. He pulled you up from his cock, laying you down on the bed, passionately kissing your sides.

His fingers rubbed your sides, muttering praises into your ear. "Good girl, you did so well for me. So pretty, so good for me. Holding it in for so long, I bet you're still pent up. You want me to help you?" His fingers traveled between your thighs, resting right under your wet pussy.

"Yeah, just one more," you sighed. With that, Xiao peeled your legs open, sliding his head between your thighs.

"Alright."

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