Inexperienced! Tighnari X Reader

🪷 say my name like a scripture, keep my heart beating like a drum!

yandere! various! sumeru characters x gn! reader.

(PLATONIC‼️)

The sharp thug on your sleeve kept your eyes open but just barely - sleep was threatening to take over at any moment now but little Nahida did everything in her power to prevent it so.

You met the girl by chance as you walked through Sumeru City and were naturally concerned to see a small child wander such a large place all on her own. Confronting her, you demanded she tell you her name and her parents names but all she did was keep quiet... For the first 10 minutes. She could hardly contain her laughter as it quickly bursted out of her like a bubble, her green eyes sparkling with joy as she told you her name.

Nahida.

Little Nahida became something akin to a friend even if you were still uncomfortable with the fact that she was just wandering the city like this. What if someone saw her and took her away?! You voiced your opinions to her but all she did was gently pat you on the head and told you not to worry. She was stronger than she looked, she reassured you. That hardly did anything to soothe your nerves so you took it upon yourself to watch over her, if not for her own safety than for your own conscience to be at ease.

For someone so young Nahida was awfully intelligent. She would often say things that would leave you in awe and confusion, sometimes a combination of both. It was difficult to keep up with her but that's what made her so endearing to you. Late night strolls with Nahida became an almost daily occurrence as the two of you would walk together on the empty streets of the city, admiring the peaceful tranquility as you searched for a good spot to make yourselves comfortable and watch the millions of stars that hung high in the sky. The moon was your only companion as you would drown in the sounds on nature and Nahida's little voice as she'd excitedly point her finger upwards and show you yet another constellation she knew. Evenings such as these were not always so easygoing as there was a point in time when life was getting too tough to handle. You had no friends and no mora to your name, leaving you feeling lost in the world, confused on what you ought to do. The Akademiya was persistent on the notion that worshiping Greater Lord Rukkhadevata would surely bring your tired soul some ease but you found yourself being drawn to Lesser Lord Kusanali. Even if she never made a public appearance, even if no one knew how she looked like you were sure that she was doing everything she could to keep you and the rest of her people safe.

Sharking your thoughts with Nahida as her head lay on your lap, you missed the warm smile that was forming on her lips as you continued to speak fondly of Lesser Lord Kusanali and the various tales you heard of, never once realizing that your precious Archon was closer than you ever imagined to be.

"Did you come all this way to watch me perform, (y/n)?"

Nilou could hardly contain the sheer amount of joy that laced her voice, her pale cheeks turning scarlet red as she sheepishly lowered her gaze to the ground. The young dancer was smitten and everyone knew it, even you. A part of you was flattered for being able to catch the eye of someone so king, so talented and oh so captivating - the romance between you and Nilou could have easily be compared to a blooming Sumeru Rose, a flower renowned for its beauty.

What Nilou never realized was just how difficult she made life for you. She was a dancer and you were a researcher from the Akademiya - two opposites that were never meant to meet let alone start a romance. The amount of scrutiny, judgment and downright bullying you faced on a daily basis from your colleagues could have easily turned any reasonable person into a mad one. The arts were heavily looked down upon and you had no business being with Nilou.

A part of her was aware of the dangers you faced because of her and the guilt was too much to bare sometimes. She often found herself crying before going to bed because you never actually told her of any of these transgressions. Nilou would follow you all over the city, carefully listening in on any conversations you were having and her heart would become ice cold the moment she heard someone bring up her name. All she wanted was to live a happy life with you. Was that really so much to ask for?

Why was she not allowed to love you?

And more importantly, would you ever start heading the words of the people that kept scrutinising you and you'd leave Nilou for good?

Her heart could not bare the thought of you two parting, and she'd always end up passing out due to the heartache.

Golden embroidery shined delicacy beneath the tavern light as Cyno hid himself in a cozy corner, far away from any prying eyes as he carefully monitored you, his red eyes piercing anyone he didn't like. The people who felt his gaze would feel someone glaring at them but could never pinpoint the source, forcing them to leave you be with wicked chills running down their spines. Oddly enough your didn't bring any company with you tonight. A tiny part of him felt happy to see you, it was almost as if he could have you for himself these next few hours.

He just wished he had the courage to come talk to you.

Choosing to be passive for yet another evening, Cyno sighed as he took a large sip from his drink, the cold liquid washing the lump in his throat away as his gaze still lingered on your own, his heart beating like never before. He could feel the corner of his lips twitch in excitement, a rare sentiment from the young man. If only you knew what kind of grip you held on him and his heart, just how much power you held in your pocket, it was surreal. As much as he hated to see you miserable, he also hated it whenever someone would get too close to you, buttering you up with their fake words and faux attitudes. It also worried him greatly that you were aspiring to rise in the ranks of the Akademiya. While it would be to his advantage that you work with him (or under him but he could only dream) Cyno still couldn't help but to fear what sort of horrors could await you.

That is why he needed to do this, he needed to keep you safe. He wanted you to be happy. And he was going to find a way to insert himself into that happiness as well. Looking downwards him weapon, he spotted the barely visible specks of blood he had forgotten to clean earlier. Clicking his tounge, Cyno laid back in his chair in annoyance as he recalled about the annoying pests he was forced to deal with earlier.

At the very least, they were properly disposed of now.

An absolute lunatic of a man, you were sure that Al-Haitham was going to be the death of you.

Literally.

Here you were, trapped between him and a wall in some dark alley as he pressed a sharp blade against your throat, his cold stare contradicting his oddly gentle touch. His eyes wandered to your neck, the few droplets of blood making him furrow his brow but that did not stop him from his mission.

Why must you be so difficult with him? Can't you see that he just wants what's best for you? And yet, you call him a freak, a maniac, a man obsessed. This wasn't healthy you'd shout at him, tears running down your face as your back was turned to him but Al-Haitham would say nothing, his posture relaxed and his face neutral.

So what if he was a little crazy? What, crazy about you? People, people spend years searching for someone to love and be loved, especially in the way he loves you. You ought to see the misery those people are forced to face as Al-Haitham cradles you in his arms, ready to shield you from all the cruelty that ran amok in the world. He can turn things around, he knows it.

He just needs to keep trying harder.

You'll break. If not today, then tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then another day. But Al-Haitham will get you.

One way or the other.

Dehya was the kind of person that was Impossible to miss, especially in a crowd. The way she carried herself with utmost confidence was something you greatly admired but you were never brave enough to tell that to her face.

The mercenary was an odd mix of gentle and strong, femenine and masculine. She would always keep everything together and there was never a situation she couldn't handle, never a person she couldn't beat.

You were happy having her in your life.

She was an amazing friend, someone you could turn to in times of need an a shoulder to cry on if the time called for it. Her golden claws would gently play with the stems of your hair as you would share your sorrows and woes about your love life, how jealous you felt that your crush never noticed you.

Ah, if only you had seen the pain lurking in her eyes during those times...

Dehya never wanted to say she was the jealous type, never. But, seeing you bawl your eyes for someone who was so unworthy of your time and energy made her blood boil with rage. She would make her way towards a nearby tavern once you two would separate and she would drink her sadness away, her heart crying and bleeding the entire time. The strong liquor was never enough for her though, never.

She could still feel the pain even if she was dead drunk.

After much thought and consideration Dehya came to the conclusion that she ought to eliminate the main reason of your sorrows... and her own. She had the skills to do so, she could easily keep her tracks hidden too. You won't even know what happened to your scumbag of a crush.

Ignorance was bliss after all.

"... Please tell me that you didn't eat that..."

Tighnari's ears twitched in annoyance as he held your face close to his. I'm just checking to see if you have any other symptoms he told you. You can never be too careful he continues to say, his tone casual. With his skillful hands Tighnari managed to create you the perfect antidote to cure your sudden food poisoning.

The look on his face said it all - no more forest watching for you until further notice.

Huffing and puffing, you managed to get yourself back on your feet as Tighnari carefully placed one of your arms around his shoulder while his other arm made its way towards your waist, keeping you firmly pressed close to him as you made your way back to camp. With a hazy vision and a dry throat you did and said nothing as Tighnari dragged you back to safety while also talking about something you honestly couldn't be bothered to pay attention to. Black spots were starting to appear in your vision as your eyelids continued to flutter uncontrollably.

You were about to pass out.

"Ah, maybe I went a bit too far this time..." you heard him say but could do nothing as he placed you on the ground, his hands steady and firm as he held you.

Pools of darkness continued to come in as your headache continued to expand at an alarming rate and yet despite all that you could still make out the silhouette of his hand, a small but sharp needle in it.

"This is going to sting... I'm sorry."

Just as the needle made contact with your skin, the world was black and quiet.

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GENSHIN + WHERE HE LIKES TO FINISH

— ꒰ including ꒱ — diluc, alhaitham, kazuha, scaramouche, childe x fem! reader

— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — new year, new layout

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, messy, they‘re v whipped for you

— ꒰ DILUC ꒱ + inside of you

"do you feel me?"

a little coquettish, diluc spoke against your neck, rolling his hips into your spread open hole, giving into the sobbing pleasure.

you're curling your fingers into his deep red hair, lightly digging your nails into his scalp, "d-diluc, please." your shaking proceeded to become more violent and so where his sloppy thrusts.

"c-can't get enough of you, ever." he admitted, his ruts now so uncoordinated and uneven, you realized diluc was close, on the edge of his so called blissful release, a hairbreadth away from tasting the so called euphoria.

his hips added onto speed before he was able to control himself, the way your dripping pussy was engulfing the entirety of his whole length so greedily and desperate was coursing through his pulsating veins.

diluc wanted to release right now, urged you to milk him with your sweet little cunt, that belonged to him, just him.

only he was allowed to worship you, eat you out and lastly, spill his gift deep inside you until you were nothing more than a stuffed full, fucked out mess underneath his huge body.

"ah- fuck." he hilts himself completely, hips grinding and hitting the mushy, abused spots within you, "fuck!" as he bit his lip to control his words, it still did not constrict him to moan your name in pure ecstasy, hauling himself down to quickly chase your mouth with his.

you're grinding your hips up fully, meeting his tempo, mewling and sobbing sweetly as you hiccuped his name, over and over, a small bubble of tears splattering over your warm cheeks that had you bury your face in him.

and then you feel him, all of him, his warm thick cum was heavy and turned your body giddy, soiled with pleasure. As a clear result his breathing came short, diluc felt himself untwist in you, emptying his white essence and burying it, as if he didn't want it to leave anymore.

"it's leaving." he suddenly claims, you didn't expect his lips to form a somewhat similar expression of a pout, he was almost relentless by how greedily he urged his cum back to nestle in your pussy.

you hazily smiled back at your boyfriend, still overly sensitive and feeling his every move as diluc proceeded to smoothly drag himself back and forth, back and forth, with the obscene squelching noises outlining your wetness.

"i don't want it to leave you." in the heat of his admittance, he lowered himself in combination of digging his once semi erect cock back into you as much as he could, hungrily capturing your lips.

with this, you could feel him twitch again, pulsating hard while engulfed in your mess covered walls, breathing hitched but his eyes, they told another story, surrounded in a maze of aching impulses.

— ꒰ ALHAITHAM ꒱ + on your face

the delicate hold on your hair alhaitham had when he observed your blubbering expression, eyes dwindling with tears, felt surreal and exhilarating.

he could feel your struggle, always, yet you still had been doing such a good job for him, suckling on his huge cock that was barely able to fit in your mouth, if only you could part them a tiny bit more.

unbidden, your mouth worked on your own, lowly tracing your tongue whenever he was fully settled and prodding your throat while hollowing your cheeks as you went back up, fingers moving lower to outline over his length and balls.

"f-fuck." it was rare for you to hear him speak like this, so uncoordinated and all over the place.

"you're so- so fucking good at this, you know that? of course you do."

the heat had coiled in him, his loins were thoroughly on fire and stagnating with every lap of you. You clawed onto his muscular thighs and ridged through his tight pants, holding him as bear as possibly.

"close." his palms suddenly burned into your head, "yo-you're gonna make me cum."

how pretty his little angel was with your cute mouth, sugary sweet lips and archons, your sounds, noises without words and he not only heard them, no, he also felt them on his stiff length, vibrating through his thin skin.

the fluidity in your movements was turning easier the more of his pre and your spit was gathered in your mouth. Alhaitham stirred and growled lowly, shifting you back and forth on his unbreakable grasp as he began to rut himself deeper, faster.

in this, you closed your eyes to focus on your breathing, flaring your nostrils just a bit to get enough air through you. You were already haze minded, your vision blurring a faint white but then he abruptly widened the space to pull himself out of your messy wetness.

alhaitham spiraled his cock in between the little tunnel he shaped with his hand, feverishly jerking himself in front of you as you breathed out of your mouth, every inch of energy exiting your state.

"there you go baby." he suddenly coos, you knew what he meant, immediately prodding your tongue out to catch as much of his gift as you could.

those words alone were the only form of warning you had gotten when his white milk splurged in thick ribbons on top of you, messily coating your mouth, cheeks and tongue.

despite the abruptness of it all, you moaned at the warm stir, slicked up when he dragged his wet tip over the mess, spreading it further on your skin.

alhaitham was smirking at you, how could he not? the way he scanned your face, so unbelievably sexy, eager to feel your warm mouth again.

— ꒰ KAZUHA ꒱ + on your stomach

the mattress shifted of kazuha's body retracting himself further, gathering your legs to push against you, feeling his swollen tip probe between your squishy folds.

he fit his head into your hole again, driving himself inside and filling you up, a groan rumbling in his tensed up chest.

"ah- you feel so warm." no further, he moaned into your neck, lowering himself to nibble on your sensitive skin while grinding his hips forward.

"let me- let me taste you after this." he spoke without an inch of shame, sometimes you wondered if he was even aware on just how riled up you could become from his words and manners of speech alone.

kazuha twisted his arms over your shuddering body to keep you close as you did the same, wrapping them around his waist while digging your nails into his back.

his skin was warm and sticking against yours, his warm cheeks flushed with a yearning urge to finally climax, sharply indrawing his breath to fuck your brains out, breasts bouncing at every rut as he caught one in his hand, fondling the bundle.

your moans deepened the coil within him, your hands working over his straining, wet skin as low profanities left your lips. Kazuha imagined this all day, dreaming how you guzzled and sucked him dry, how you made him cum violently until he was nothing more than a shivering mess.

with his last couple of thrusts he could feel the twist in his stomach unwind, just in time he managed to pull himself out as he hastily trailed himself into his hand, already clumsily spilling out thick globules of his cum on your lower stomach.

you're crying at the warmness and liquid, kazuha always came a lot when he reached his climax, but this time it splotted up to your chest with him greedily smearing it over your stomach up to your breasts, flicking his cock head over your sore nipples.

— ꒰ SCARAMOUCHE ꒱ + on your cunt

for scaramouche, the more soiled and dirty the bedsheets, not to mention you, would become after he fucked you silly, the more he enjoyed the whole process of making love to you.

there's no point in fucking you otherwise, he wanted you to be smudged and tarnished with his white seed, wanted to paint you nastily and memorize it in his filthy mind forever, maybe jerk himself off to the memory of it all later.

"fuck- fuck you're so fucking tight, fuck!"

he lowered his body to sloppily kiss you, moaning dirty words into your mouth while jolting his cock past the tight muscles of your cunt, angrily rutting his length in.

he claimed you, all of you, and you surrendered, truly, giving yourself to him in your glory. Scaramouche knew how to use you, how to leave you begging for him and drooling over his throbbing cock.

he stiffened a groan on your lips, dragging the wet tip of his tongue over your mouth, "i'm so fucking close."

the smacks of your body only elicited you to cry out again, your throat straining and on fire from archons knows how many times you had spilled his name from your lips.

his scent and smell was washing all over you, It was all you could perceive and bath in, not that you were complaining that is, it had you weak on your muscles, your mind on the brink of turning off as another blow of his hips came, this time rougher, but also needier.

"please- kuni please." you're mewling, sobbing with his thrusts growing erratic, swift but so outlandishly hard, it tickled all the pulsating spots in your messy cunt.

"i'm going to ruin you." he's whispering, his voice sweeter against your lips, capturing his mouth as you moaned into him, the last pumps of his cock pushing you past the edge as he messily dragged himself out, releasing and coating your mushy folds.

scaramouche dragged his cock head in between your flesh, overturning your pussy with his hefty seed and making sure to plaster it all together, watching it stick onto one another.

he's smirking now, "f-fuck, that's what I'm talking about, dear." his teeth scraping over his lower lip to muffle a groan, again pressing his tip in your fluttering hole to tease you just a bit, each drop of his cum doubling on each stroke.

— ꒰ CHILDE ꒱ + on your ass

childe quickly dragged a fluffy pillow under your hips to have your ass all prettily perked up, roughly squeezing and fondling on your precious flesh.

fuck, he loved you, adored you, all of you and how fucking cute your pussy looked squished in between your mushy ass, he needed to bury himself back into you again.

"fuck baby, keep taking me like that." he's smirking, splaying his large palms over your skin to mercilessly plunge into your pretty pussy.

he's melting, ajax felt you flutter and clench down on him, grab him and impatiently swallow him all in. The precise rolls of his hips were intoxicating and undeniably punctuated, as if he knew which exact spots to tackle.

the sound of bodies colliding onto each other crowned in midst the insufferable hot air in your room, childe's half lidded, piercing gaze digging daggers into your backside.

he's quick to lay himself flat on your back, soft pants soothing your sweat covered neck when he abruptly bit down, his solid length straining the most delicate muscles within your walls as you curled on him, crying his name in a sobbing chorus.

"one more baby." he's hooking his fingers around your neck, "one fu-fuck— one more and I'm done baby." his tongue was smoothing down on your shoulder, roughly licking as he kept his messy pace, your slick thoroughly covering his pelvis.

you melt into the soft cushions, tangling into his arms as you perceived a sudden shudder from him, his pleasure washing down on his entire body in an instant.

your cunt twisted and constricted his movements, your sniffles nothing more than an undertone as he jerked himself back, planting his filth on top of your ass and squeezing his toe curling load in between your flesh.

ajax was never satisfied, he continued to watch his milk dribble down your ass to your thighs, observe how your figure shuddered under his broad body, clawing onto the pillows while wiggling your ass back to him.

he's coy, breathlessly laughing and planting his cock in between your buttocks, "you're so fucking hot, you know that?"

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Of Mice and Men [Yandere L x Reader]

Title: Of Mice and Men [Yandere L x Reader]

Synopsis: It’s not your first escape plan. But it is the first one that involves attempting to seduce your captor in a bid for freedom. Commissioned piece.

Word Count: 2777

notes: yandere, NSFW, dubcon, mentions of stalking/stalker behavior

It’s not the first time you’ve plotted an escape. You’ve tried a few dozen times, though you–obviously, considering where you still are, and who you’re still stuck with–have yet to succeed.

But this time… this time you’re going to play L at his own mind games. Mind-fuck-games, more like it, and the sarcastic phrase has so much more meaning now that you’ve decided on what you’re going to do.

You’re going to seduce L.

Keep reading

sending nudes in their office hours!

ft. albedo, xiao, heizou, kazuha

warning: masturbation, swearing, humiliation, use of toys, degradation, rough sex, spanking, choking, hair-tugging, praising. smut heavily implied.

heizou

shocked, very shocked. when he received a message notification from you, he expected it to be you sending a picture of watching crime documentaries like you usually do. but not this.

a very nude photo of you, handcuffed in the headboard of the bed, wearing his polo with a vibrator inside your pussy. the picture made him red, made him hard too, with a text “do me like how you do the criminals, mr. detective~”

immediately finished what he is assigned to do and gave every single documents to the police and took his leave.

he’s gonna teach you a lesson for disturbing him while he’s busy solving cases in his office, so be prepared for one hell of a ride.

scenario

“ah! heizou, please.. slow down!” you cried out, struggling as your wrists are handcuffed while being mercilessly fucked by the Shikanoin Heizou, “oh? why would I?” he teasingly said, cooing at your ears when he suddenly grabbed your hair and tugged it back. “I don’t give mercy to criminals, darling, I figure you’d know that before sending such vulgar messages.” he sternly said, gripping your handcuffed wrists and increasing his pace even more.

tears starts streaming down your face as another orgasm pulled through, screaming his name. “aww, look at how slutty you look right now.” Heizou chuckled, smacking your ass resulting for another orgasm to pull through. “he-heizou.. please.. stop..” you begged, only to earn a laugh from the detective.

“I don’t listen to criminals beg, sweetheart.” and with that, he thrusted his whole length in, cumming deep inside your womb. your juices mixed with his dripping from your legs. you let out a long, exasperated moan when you felt him pull out.

“you look so fucking hot like this.. I won’t give you a break.” you felt the bed shuffling. he grabbed you by the leg and flipped you around, smiling at how your pussy is gushing out his semen. he took his phone from the lamp and stood up, pointing his phone camera at you

“I take pictures of criminals after I give them the taste of their own medicine, so smile wide for me, slut.” and so you did. and after that, he lunged towards you and fucked you again, his pounding making you orgasm everytime, you begging him to stop, but he couldn’t careless.

after all, you asked for this when you sent those pornographic pictures to him when he was at work, right? the least you could do is be thankful because he took his time to make you cry on his cock and dump loads of his semen in your womb, even if he has a line of criminal cases to solve.

albedo

confused, to say the very least. you have always been that gentle, shy wife who is still shy to strip in front of his husband. but now.. you are sending him nudes, while he’s working on a new project?

he stares at the photo, where you use two of your fingers to spread your dripping pussy wide, using your other hand to cover your blushing face. your nipples lewdly perked up in the thin fabric. this made him breath deeply, his face heating up.

the text you sent after didn’t help with the erection hiding underneath his pants though, “why don’t you experiment on my body, bedo?”

oh he totally will. he immediately called Timaeus and Sucrose to take place for him and left in a flash, leaving the two confused because he never skips work.

scenario

“hmm.. I see.” he mutters under his breath as he watches you get ruined by two vibrating dildos inside of you, a smirk pulling up when you cry his name. “albedo! when are you going to fuck me using your dick!” you moaned out. he tsked and sets the vibrator to the highest setting, making you go crazy.

“I will, after I’m done experimenting on how much you can orgasm in an hour using technology.” Albedo said, tucking your hair behind your ears as he listens to your moaning voice like some sort of opera. “don’t worry, love. you told me to experiment on your body, I am just doing what you asked~” he cooed in your ears, another orgasm coming through which caught Albedo’s attention.

“alright, just 3 more minutes, love. and I’ll give you my cock, alright?” he reassured you, patting your head as he went in front of you again. your gaze averted to his bulge, making you even more impatient on waiting to take his dick. “and 10 seconds..” and you came, again. he smiled warmly at you as he turns the vibrators off and took it from your soaking pussy.

“alright.. as promised.” Albedo finally let his dick spring loose, tip licking pre-cum as he positioned his dick at your entrance. “1 hour of using my dick.. lets see how much you’d orgasm from it.” he started his timer and plunged his dick inside your cunt, making you orgasm, again. “that was quick.” Albedo chuckled deeply as he began thrusting inside your pussy in a missionary way.

“1..” he pulled his dick out, leaving the tip inside. the sudden thrust made you cum again, “2” each 4 pounding he gives your pussy, you cum. “3” and the counting goes on. his dick was still better than the vibrators, it always had. “haah, 7..” his thrusts started becoming sloppy, was he near, too?

“ah, you don’t mind if I breed you, right dear?” before you could nod, his thrust made your eyes roll back as he began reaching your womb, his dick reaching every pleasurable parts that’s making you orgasm continuously with no stop. “i’m close..” one deep thrust and you felt his semen rushing down your womb, legs shivering as he held them up.

“I lost count of your orgasms, y/n. lets try again, I need an accurate calculation if I want to make a comparison between technology and raw.” oho you are hella fucked.

xiao

he is mad, hella mad. Xiao was showing a client some of their best ideas using his phone since he has forgotten his laptop, and your message notif popped up.

Xiao accidentally clicked it and wow, a picture of you riding your pillow naked was shown at the eyes of the client, even had a text that said, “baby, I miss you.. come breed me please~”

the client ended up excusing herself and told him that they can meet up in another time, Xiao was frustrated because he could’ve really used the money when the client has accepted the commission, now.

so he immediately rushed home, his driving speed passing the speed limit. he is set on releasing his frustrations on you, so be prepared.

scenario

“you fucking slut, you couldn’t have waited for me to come home, hmm?? you really sent me nudes when you know goddamn well that I was meeting with a client.” he tugged the leash of your collar, your hands gripping the bedsheet as he pounds into your sopping wet cunt, you can’t answer him because he placed a gag in your mouth.

“did you really want attention that badly?” smack! his palm rebounded from your ass, earning a yelp from you. “you do, don’t you?” he pulled your hair and made your back arch as he fucks deeper into you, “look at your pussy tightening up..! ah, taking me in so fucking well.” his thrusts slows down yet went deeper, making you choke as another wave of orgasm hits you.

“stand the fuck up. I’ll give you the attention you fucking want.” you obeyed, legs shaking while trying to stand up. he lets go of your hair and pulled your wrists to your back, his dick still inside of you as he leads you outside of the balcony. “make sure to scream my name, or I’ll make you.” he takes the gag out of your mouth, string of saliva connecting as he did so.

“xiao.. i’m sorr—“ you let out a scream when he thrusted inside of you again, making xiao chuckle deeply as he watches your wrecked figure trying to hold onto the railing. “yeah, scream more! make them hear how much you like getting fucked in public.” he growled. you felt something churning in your stomach, and you know you are nearing your orgasm again. “xiao.. xiao!” you shout as you came again, Xiao’s thrust becoming sloppy as he is nearing his high as well.

“mm yeah, y’want me to breed this pussy right?” and one last thrust got you screaming his name continuously, legs quivering as you felt his cum trickle down your thighs. Xiao lets out a sigh and turned you around. carrying you as he lifts your other leg and placed it on his shoulders.

“we aren’t done yet, i’m gonna fuck my semen into you and make you cry my name, all night long.” another thrust and it got you flying in heaven, your head falling back, drool coming out of the corner of your mouth. he actually did what he said, the whole night you were crying, moaning, screaming his name. you actually think you’d be pregnant on this one.

kazuha

he is currently using his phone to present the powerpoint lecture for his english class, when continuous notifications from you popped up.

he quickly turned it off as the messages you sent were quite.. vulgar. “kazuu~ when is your break? wanna get fucked in the office right now~” all of his students saw that message, leaving him completely embarrassed and he ended up ending the class early.

he gathers all of his belongings and immediately headed towards his office. you were there, pussy full in display for him to devour.

good luck.

scenario

“just what were you thinking, darling?” another smack was heard across the room as Kazuha slaps your ass. “I.. i didn’t know you were using your phone-!” another spank was delivered, gasp leaving your lips as your fluid drips down to the floor, “i didn’t order you to talk.” he sternly said, giving your ass another slap.

“you asked me, I was only answering..” you slurred, your head way too blurry to even think about anything. Kazuha sighed, unzipping his pants and pulling down his boxers as he positioned his dick in your entrance. “don’t make a noise, unless you want me to get fired.” you almost screamed out when he thrusted inside of you with no warning, luckily, you were quick to cover your mouth.

“good slut, now take this without making any noise, mkay? if you do, I’ll make sure to open the windows for the students to see how pathetic you look right now.” And there he started to move. his movements were slow, making you agitated, so you tried moving your hips to fasten it up. but he held you still.

“don’t move, this is your punishment.” He commanded. you decided to just stay still as he enters in and out of you slowly. you started to yawn when he suddenly thrusts inside in a deep, rough pace, turning your moan into a scream. “why, I told you to stay quiet didn’t I?” he grabbed your arm, stopping his thrusts as he led you in front of his office window.

“ah, look at you tightening up in my cock. is that why you sent me those messages earlier? for the students to see how much of a whore my wife is?” He opened the curtains and pushed you against the window. your boobs pressed against the glass as you watch the students see you getting fucked. “look at them watching you, you like this? hm?” he delivered one powerful thrust which got you moaning like crazy,

“hah, those students taking a video of you..” he pulled your hair back, his dick hitting an even deeper spot as you continued to hold onto the wall for dear life, “I won’t even wonder if you got yourself a sex tape roaming around the school.” you came once again, his thrusts not stopping as he lets go of your hair and only focused on his dick coming in and our of your pussy.

“your pussy looks so lewd right now, look at your dripping cum. you came this much from just being seen by the students, huh? should I let them in the office and fuck you as well?” He chuckled deeply, you whined under his touches as he continued fucking his semen inside of your pussy.

“next time, I will not hesitate to fuck you at the school’s gymnasium. do this again, I always keep my word.”

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“Enjoying the view?”

as you stare at them longer than usual, they can't help but ask. — (2/2) for the collaboration of sweet 'n' spice by @bluexiao and @anantaru!

characters; kazuha, heizou, scaramouche, xiao

; gn! reader, established relationship, hella sus on scara's part, not proofread againnnn

KAZUHA appears unbothered, rather a bit more amused as you burn your stare onto him, playfully asking if you enjoyed his visuals that much. He's very aware that he possesses a face fairer than average, but was it really enough to elicit such intense stares from his lover? Yes, he has quite smooth skin and soft features that compliment his carefree and calm nature, but...why are you gawking like you've seen the epitome of beauty?

“Does it bother you?” You return his prior question with your own inquiry, chin still atop your hands as you stare at him lovingly. A chuckle escapes his throat, “No, of course. But mind telling me why you seem so...uh, focused?” You ponder his word of choice in the matter of your one-sided staring contest with him, sighing lightly as you sit up straight. “I just can't believe that I managed to get such a perfect man as my lover.” Noting your nonchalance at the statement, he smiles. Being humble won't change your mind about him being 'perfect' so he'll let it be for now.

HEIZOU always say this. Whethe it'd be a short momentary glance from you, or full on staring—he's always ready to act all smug that you're admiring the oh-so handsome Shikanoin Heizou even though you only turned to look at him because he kept nudging your shoulder for attention. You always respond to him by either giving a deadpan look, or simply switching your gaze onto something else. It's petty, but it works wonders as payback for him teasing you.

“Enjoying the view of your awe-inspiring detective lover?” he asks once more, not looking up from his book as you stare at him from across the table. He's surprised to say the least, staring in astonishment when you answer a firm “Yes.” A smirk most definitely grows as he puts his book down, mischief in his olive hues at your sudden change in reaction. “Oh? Where'd all the denial go? Have you finally realized that I'm the most handsome looking man there is?” Next moment, you immediately regret being honest. He's going to pester you about this the whole day for sure.

SCARAMOUCHE is a strange case. He's aware of his doll-like features, but he doesn't flaunt it verbally—naming it unnecessary to do so. Though, all of that reluctance will disappear once he has you—making sure to use his perfect appearance to his advantage when it comes to it. Calling you a pervert for staring for the sole purpose of seeing you embarrassingly scramble for a response, or seducing you in the late hours of night to feel your warmth under the sheets.

He's exactly doing the latter right now. The heat of your bodies entangled with the blankets of your mattress as he fondly leans onto your hand—which is delicately placed against his cheek. Blinking his indigo hues whilst his lashes tickle your skin as you caress his cheek. “You're rather touchy. Am I that beautiful?” he quietly snickers, staring into your dilated eyes. When you don't form a response, a smirk crawls onto his face as he examines your dazed expression. He had never considered using his face in the art of seduction, but if it gets him to marvel at how you look at him so needily, he might just do it more often.

XIAO would never dare to say such a thing. He's the type to dismiss any type of compliment thrown towards his looks, deeming them nothing but a hindrance. So instead, you'll be the one saying it. His standoffish nature is a norm in your relationship, and he barely initiates contact—this leads to him staring at you expectantly at random times of the day. Wants a kiss? Stares. Wants to hold your hand? Stares. Wants to sit next to you? Stares. He does it so often that it's inevitable for you to avoid teasing him for his shyness.

It's evil of you to think it's funny, but, it really is. He frowns when you ask if 'he's enjoying the view', staring out the balcony to overlook Guili Plains for a moment, before returning his gaze to you confusingly—“...I always see this view. Why are you asking that now?” Xiao—babe, no. The way realization and horror dawns on his face when you clarified that you meant if he enjoys staring at you. “Did—did it make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry...” Now you're stuck here trying to reassure him while patting his head—there goes your chances of seeing a blushy Xiao. T.T

i feel like i published these too early...was my excitement for the event too obvious?

The Orcas’ Tale

Not me saying I am almost caught up and then taking another break LOL Anyhow, Mermay 2023 teaser anyone? If you enjoyed this years Mermay, this might be for you (;

Fandom: Original Content   Pairings: Yandere!Orca Merman x GN!Reader   Warnings: Yandere, Reader is stuck in the middle of the ocean/gets pulled into the ocean by the creatures, Non-Con Touches/Kissing, Manipulation, Orca Behavior, Death Mention

Prompt: @sintember Lost and ‘Alone’ - You could die out here if you can’t find humans soon. Maybe that would be better.

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This was… not good.

No, actually, telling yourself it wasn’t good was just lying into your own face—this wouldn’t end well for you. It was cold, wet, and the emergency raft you managed to climb into wouldn’t withstand the dangers of the ocean forever. Being a marine biologist had been the one dream you always had, even though you knew the risks of the sea. And yet, somehow, perhaps naively so, you never thought you’d find yourself in a situation that could end deadly.

Somehow you ended up like this, your team already having departed and leaving you in this miserable condition. You were sure they were going to turn back the moment they noticed you were missing. But when that would be, was a question of endurance. The endurance to wait it out until they’d see the bright, orange emergency vessel drifting on the sea. They’d be able to find you… right?

Oh, come on. You weren’t that foolish. How were they supposed to find you like this, somewhere out on the ocean with not even a tracker left behind? You knew better than to believe the water beneath you wasn’t moving you farther out on sea either, despite feeling like it was standing still. And the cold, well… If frostbite was the only thing you had to suffer before being rescued and living a long and happy life, that would have been fine.

Shivering, you let out a deep breath. This was definitely not a good day. You didn’t even make any prominent findings on this mission, let alone in all of your career. There would be nothing left behind of your passion and love for the water once you had your last breath. Nothing at all. But it would be fitting for you to die here, on the sea you loved so much, you had to admit.

The splashing of water didn’t rouse you. How could it, in the middle of the ocean? But when your boat shifted, the front with the entrance of the roofed disk pushed slightly beneath the surface, filling the object with water through the small gap in the zipper you didn’t secure, you sprung into the action. The sea wasn’t turbulent at the moment, and you refused to capsize!

“Hey!” you shouted, hoping that if it was just a curious little sea creature wanting to see what was going on, it would be deterred by your voice.

You… didn’t expect it to answer.

“Oh?” it hummed. A pleasant voice, and despite its surprise, not a bit startled or bewildered by what it found. “A human.”

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Think of Me | Yan!Venti x Reader x Yan!Diluc Opera AU

Summary: Master Diluc, the infamous composer, has been the Opera's greatest star for years now, being a favorite among the elite, as well as your devoted teacher. Nevertheless, Venti's growing popularity among the masses garners your attention.

Credits: This series is heavily inspired by Andrew Lloyd Webber’s “Phantom of the Opera”, as well as Bernard Rose’s “The Devil’s Violinist”. This short fic is part of the Opera AU series. Warnings: General Dark and Yandere themes, implied stalking

“She may not remember me, but I remember her” ― "The Phantom of the Opera".

You had heard about the joyful bard that enraptured the public's attention. Known to play in the lesser of stages, as some would call them: places such as taverns, bars, and busy streets. He seemed to dislike and criticize the pretentiousness that surrounded the Opera you worked in, to the point of refusing to lend any of his compositions to be adapted to the greatest stage of all.

You met him while running your usual errands outside the Opera, a few weeks after your debut, joining the multitude comprised of people of all standings who gathered around the small plaza to listen to him play the lyre and, just like them, became instantly fascinated by his whimsical style.

He dressed... extravagantly. His clothes were mismatched and had patches from different materials, which you found endearing and sort of charming. The only thing of value he seemed to carry was his lyre and the small hat that sat on the floor to collect tips, which was filled to the brim.

After apparently recognizing you, the mysterious bard asked you to join him for a very popular love song, the type that your Maestro would think of as too mundane and corny, making you hesitate for a minute before you ended up agreeing after some pressure in the guise of encouragement from the audience.

To your surprise, never in your entire career had you had that much fun singing. His music reflected in many ways the nature you had long before Master Diluc discovered you. It had a lively, effervescent joyfulness to it. It had no need for perfection, nor the dark exigency that you had become used to with Master Diluc's complicated pieces. Its simplicity felt right and freeing, and it brought you to happier times when you practiced for the choir try-outs as a child. The melody felt like a memory, which in turn felt like home.

His gaze rested on you for the entire performance, with a strange understanding, as if he knew you from a time past and this was the culmination of a long-awaited reunion. The same type of longing look a foreigner makes after hearing someone speak the same language as them.

The melodious last note is mixed with the loud cheer from the audience, which had doubled during the song. You raise your hand over your lips as you let a small giggle escape them, slightly surprised and amused by how you'd lost yourself in the performance.

Seeking the gaze of the bard, you are, for a moment, slightly taken aback.

By what, exactly? It was hard to pin down, as his eyes had an eerie and slightly unsettling quality of grim delight, of somber joyfulness…if such words could ever be used to describe the same thing. But it gave you the feeling that, despite the triviality of this moment, something had occurred.

The cheering stops abruptly, promptly followed by startled gasps that draw your attention. The audience in front of you begins to divide into a clear line, and your heart stops at the sight of your Maestro. Your smile died down instantly.

In unconscious response to the coldness of Master Diluc's gaze, you lower your eyelids and bow your head, surveying his dark profile in secret from beneath your lashes. Silence reigned, as fascination settled in among the crowd. He had a certain quality that created a conception of him as a being with a superior understanding of everything beautiful and solemn, the one and only authority when it came to music. You yourself were tightly enmeshed by it and felt in debt to your beloved Maestro, who had miraculously condescended to favor you over the rest.

The air condensed as he approached, his slow steps matching the slow thick strokes of your heartbeat. People started to feel the awkward tension, but the young bard stood unbothered by him, a charming smile illuminating his face. They exchanged some common courtesies, and even vaguer compliments, but you could barely pay any attention to them.

Your whole perception of your surroundings was hazy at best, barely making up something along the lines of: "Maestro Diluc! I borrowed your little songbird for a tune, I'm sure you don't mind" and "You heard about me, Sir? I'm flattered!", which sounded... almost like mocking, but Master Diluc tilted his head anyways, which seemed to lift the tension for a moment.

After a short indication, you wrap your arm around his, ready to leave the small, sunny plaza for his somber candlelit kingdom. Just before you start walking, the bard gently takes your hand, raising it up to his lips.

"It truly was my pleasure, Miss."

You feel Master Diluc's arm tense immediately but says nothing as you thank your previous music partner with a small bow. As both of you turn your backs to the bard, you see him reach into his pocket and pull out a single bill, which he drops into the bard's tipping hat, skidding over the coins to the dirty floor.

"Is it true? Are you absolutely sure?"

"I saw it with my own eyes! They brought the music sheet to the Director's office, but I think it appeared in her dressing room first, signed "Venti the bard" and all. Apparently, he wants no other singer, that's his sole condition."

"I thought he didn't like Opera Houses"

"Well, something must've changed his mind."

⸸ Yandere Lobotomy Corp — Plague Doctor Headcanons ⸸

(Disclaimer: A yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I make as many Abnormalities humanoid as possible. OOC and fanon are to be expected)

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A kind smile, a sultry voice, and a form that humans could love and worship.

That was everything the Plague Doctor was meant to be.

So, when he first came to the facility, it came as no surprise to see all these humans flocking around him like flies drawn to an irresistible slab of meat.

It was all going according to plan. He would never have bothered to conceal himself it didn't get him the followers he needed.

All except you. You, who refused to acknowledge him as anything more than 'Abnormality.'

It was honestly insulting to be called that, as if he were the wayward soul in this place. It was not him that was the problem. It was all these miniscule creatures believing that they are the top of the world.

It's called, 'pride'...and it is a sin you are very guilty of, dear.

Before you are worthy of seeing his true form and the paradise he can give, you must learn about humiliation first.

Your refusal to trust and open up to him is more or less...thrilling. It wasn't often that he encountered a human rejecting him directly. Even the most pious and virtuous of men fall into his clutches eventually. It would be delicious to see your free will eventually break for him, and he wanted to be there to savor it.

But alas, you just. Wouldn't. Crack.

If he so much as take a step closer to you, never mind try to touch you, you immediately try to flee from him.

Why? Whywhywhywhy--W H Y?

He keeps that calm, gentle, ever-serene façade, but deep down, he was dying to pin you down and force you to worship him.

WHY WON'T YOU WORSHIP HIM?

After the third blessing, he did everything to be of service to you. Befriending you. Even offering you to find solace in his containment unit when you seemed to be on the verge of breaking. You remained distant.

After his fifth blessing, he offered to heal all your scars and injuries, but you refused, stating that you could just heal immediately in the Main Room of your department.

After his eight blessing, he told many of his believers to persuade you into trusting him. They had told you how good he was to them, how much he cared for all of the Agents...and how much he worried about you, especially.

After his tenth blessing, he feigned heartache and sadness, for a certain 'infidel' refused to accept his 'help'. Not long after, you suddenly began to find threatening letters in your bunker, your locker, in your favorite spots...No matter where you went, you didn't feel safe, even around other humans. His cult was always watching you.

After his eleventh blessing, his benevolent mask began to crumble. You can hear in his voice exhaustion, weariness, irritation. Naturally, he kept his amiable manner of speech, but occasionally, you swore you saw his closed eyes flutter open...and you saw red.

If you still didn't choose to accept him after the twelfth blessing, well...don't say he didn't try to spare you.

"I only wish to serve you, to heal you of your wounds and heartache. I want to save you...so why doth thee refuse me?"

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I must confess...I would quite certainly die if I were an agent working for L-Corp.

As you can see, I have absolutely no reservation kissing mysterious guys dressed entirely in black, looking like fallen angels from the Bubonic Plague.

Oh, and here is a sneak-peek of what's to come next:

Things are only about to get spicier, dear Anon. Don't fret that I have forgotten thee~

- Eldritch

Imagining Tighnari coming home after going out to further explore the forest and is red in the face, panting and needy and instantly latching to your body, rutting his hips against yours whilst whimpering into your ear that he just can’t wait any longer, his cock has been throbbing for ages now whilst he was travelling home :(( you’re confused as to what brought it on, but by peering into his bag you see an array of brightly coloured mushrooms, ones that Tighnari himself to avoid at all costs as they’re basically viagra, and by the smell of his clothes you can only guess correctly that he had touched them at some point, and now it’s your job to let him fuck the living daylights out of you, else he’ll be on his knees crying and begging to let him stuff his cock into your warm pussy and to let him cum before he looses his mind :(

whiny horny tighnari who begs for a crumb of pussy :(( yeah :((

f!reader, smut galore, feral tighnari, knotting, breeding, cervix fucking, a/b/o-esque

all you can really do now is to carefully put the bag with the mushrooms down in a safe place, lock the door to your hut and strip yourself as quickly as you can because you know that any second your feral horny boyfie can and will jump you like a wild animal in heat.

and he did, oh archons he did. the second he sees that you're naked before him, he physically feels the resistance break and jumps onto you, frantically trying to climb on top of you and attempt to mount you. when he finally has you on your hands and knees tighnari lets out a pathetic long whine seeing you so open before him, presenting your dripping wet pussy to him for the taking, so without any further thoughts he rams his red cock into you, the fat tip nudging against your cervix and leaking like a faucet.

and the thing is, even if you wanted to do something, you really couldn't! the way tighnari bites your shoulder, his tiny sharp teeth making indents in your flesh marking you and the way his strong arms wrap around your belly holding you firmly in place like a vice make you feel like a helpless little bitch in heat, only there to get bred good by your mate.

and in a way you really are, your thoughts getting mushy and smoky as you feel tighnari let out a whining growl as he lifts his left leg over your thigh, the tell tale tug of his forming knot on the enterance of your pussy before you both let out a matching exhausted keen as with one final strong thrust your mate rams inside you, the pointed tip of his dick firmly lodged against the enterance to your most precious place and his pulsing knot keeping all his thick cum locked inside you.

and of course this isn't the end! the mushrooms apparently had a much stronger effect than both of you assumed, effectively sending your fennec foxboy into premature heat, so the only thing on his mind now is to be locked inside you and breed you full <33

What did you just say?

NSFW!!

Parings: Venti x afab! Reader

First post, sorry if it sucks :')

Summary: You curse to another god while doing it and Venti leaves you bedridden for a week.

What time was it? You didn't really know and you didn't really care, honestly. After all, it was quite hard to think while you had the one and only Barbatos pounding into you right now. He was hitting those places that you most liked so nicely, it was hard to think straight. "You seem quiet, my love." His hips stutter as he bends down to kiss your forehead. It's ironic because just as he bent down, he hit a spot that not even you were aware of so you arched you back and bit down on your lip to prevent the loudest possible moan to erupt from your throat although it was mostly to no avail since you still let out such a sweet whine. "Mhmm~! F-fuck! Holly Shougun!" You didn't register the curses leaving your mouth but Venti sure as hell did. He abruptly stopped and you enjoyed the second of peace were you weren't being overstimulated by your lover.

It was only then that you realized your mistake.

"What did you just say?" Fuck. You opened your mouth to answer but were stopped by Venti's hand squeezing your throat. "Did you just say Holly. Fucking. Shougun?" You looked at his emerald eyes. He looked like he was planning to obliterate Inazuma, he looked so hot. You were surprised by the sudden span of his hips.

"FUCK! AHH~HAHA! VENTI! FUCK!" You screamed as he seemed to go even faster than he had before. He was meeting your hips so harshly that you knew that a slight bruise would be present tomorrow. "Are you Raiden's pretty whore? Or are you Barbato's." You tried to speak but couldn't. The speed and harshness of his thrusts made it impossible to think of anything other than the bard who was fucking you silly right this second.

"Answer me." He seemed so different, there was anger and jealousy present in his voice. You opened your mouth once again and you spat out a pathetic "Barbatos! Fuck! I pray to Barbatos, not the Shougun!" He seemed pleased so he started to slow down his thrusts until eventually stopping and sliding out of you.

Your breathing was heavy as you tried to massage your throbbing thighs. You suddenly feel a soft kiss on your temple only to look back at Venti holding a damp towel as if he didn't fuck you like a wild animal less than a minute ago.

"Never forget that, lovely."