Yours

Why run away from the unknown? 

Part.2

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: 𝕋𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕒 𝕩 𝔻𝕠𝕞! 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕙𝕠𝕝, 𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒, 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕕𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕪𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒

-𝟚𝕜𝟞 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤-

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𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕟𝕚

How crazy would it be to wake up in an unknown world, wholly and utterly lost? With nothing that looked interesting near you and even more, alone. You could not hear any voices, someone shouting after someone else, those grandmas complaining about their sons and daughters, that damn annoying neighbour who would never understand what 'privacy' is.

None of that, you were just alone. The sound of the wind passing through leaves, surely the chirps of the birds, but nothing more. The silence was soothing you, making all the tension disappear as you sat down on the ground, looking up at the sky.

Perhaps you would have fallen asleep, if it was not for someone shouting from afar, the voice sounding familiar, while the scenery was not. As you sat up, your eyes widened, the person in front of you was more than familiar, a character from a game you play. The Outrider, Amber from Genshin Impact, means you weren't so far from Mondstadt.

You ponder for a while, unsure if it was a good idea to show up at Mondstadt. And while nodding your head to yourself, you stand up, dusting off your pants before walking in a random direction, hoping you will be able to meet a camp and collect a weapon and some food.

It took you more or less a week to get completely ready to move from this zone since you wanted to be prepared in case you encounter stronger enemies. You were lucky enough to walk by some merchants and bought a map, so you could understand where you were. The said merchants were sympathetic enough to tell your current location.

Confidently, you head for Liyue, days passed before you managed to see the top of some Liyue Harbor's buildings. The city was truly magnificent, you were glad you arrived in the middle of the day, so the sun was high, and it made everything shine, temporarily blinding you.

As you stand there, at the entrance of the city, admiring the view, you completely ignore the people passing by you or the ones trying to talk to you. It's true that you were standing out, your foreigner features and your height catching most passers-by's attention. For now, except for Amber, you did not encounter any important character. Maybe it was for the best, since you could say you basically knew the future, you could say something you weren't supposed to.

As you were going to walk away, acting as if you did not see the woman standing next to you trying to grab your attention. You felt like someone was staring at you intensely, their gaze penetrating your body, sending a chill up your spine. Annoyed, you turn around, glaring at them but freeze on the spot when you notice who it was.

With the easily recognizable messy orange hair and dull blue eyes meeting yours, logically, you should act like nothing happened or just smile and leave. But it would not be fun, and he was the one staring in the first place. You were still staring at each other, neither of you looking away. You could not help but smile at him, looking away to let your gaze observe him from head to toe. And as you finally meet his eyes again, you offer him a smirk before leaving, the unknown woman following you with doe eyes. As if you cared about her.

After finally finding somewhere to sleep, you decide to go to the nearest bar, you really need to relax, this week has been hellish for you. This morning's encounter is still on your mind, but you doubt you will see him again anyway, so it was not significant.

You really need to stop jinxing yourself. Not long after you entered the bar, nothing was out of the ordinary except some people standing a bit too close to you, but nothing horrible. As you drink the liquor slowly, enjoying the taste and the slight burn it causes in your throat, the chair beside you is drawn back, so the person can sit. Excepting one of those annoying people again, you turn around to glare at them, but instead, Tartaglia was sitting there.

You heard someone complain behind him and as you throw a glance, you see a girl making a fuss over him, saying he stole her seat. With a single hand gesture to the barman, he understood that the girl was the problem here and drag her out. Tartaglia ignored her this entire time, just looking at you with those empty eyes of his, but you could perceive something in them that you were not able to identify yet.

You were observing him silently until you notice how he has not moved since then, you stand up straight as you understand how long you have been staring at him openly. You make a sign to the barman to serve you two drinks before finishing your current drink. Perhaps if you pay him a drink, he will take it and leave. You knew it would not happen, but you still had some hope.

As you were going to pay for the drinks, Tartaglia beat you to it and gave them the money before you could move. To say you were surprised was an understatement, he had no reason to do this, you were just a stranger. And you just noticed how strong the drink you ordered was, and you had no idea if he could handle his alcohol.

Before you knew it, you were more or less talking freely to each other. With Tartaglia being there, most people would not dare step closer to you, which guaranteed you a peaceful night. Thankfully, even in your tipsy state, you remembered how you never ask, and he never told you his name, so you have not made a mistake for now.

Turns out, Tartaglia was not better than any other person in this city, you noticed how slowly, but surely he moved closer, the eye contact became longer, and he even offered to show you around since it was the first time you stepped in Liyue Harbor, he was so out of character. But who were you to refuse?

As you finished your drink in one go, you stand up with the man next to you, paid before he could and left the bar. Like you though, he followed you, you keep acting oblivious to his strange behaviour. Did he really think you were that drunk to not notice him?

You let him follow you to the place you were staying, unlocking the door before closing it behind you, not locking it again. You sat on a chair in the living room after turning off every light, certain that he would try to enter your apartment.

And a minute later, you hear the handle make a creaking noise as it was moved down. The quiet steps of the Harbinger filled the room as he headed to the bedroom, the door creaking open as he continued to walk, suddenly going silent, as he surely stopped in front of the bed. As quietly as you could, you stand up, sneaking behind him, grabbing his neck. Murmuring into his ear 'knew it', before knocking him out.

You knew it would happen, you were too suspicious to be ignored. You had tied Tartaglia to the bed, waiting for him to wake up, since either way he would chase you to kill you, so you choose to not tire yourself out for nothing. He was not the type of man to give up anyway so, you were dead either way. A sudden grunt coming from the said man-made you come back to reality. The only thing you said was, 'what were you trying to do?'.

As the man looks up at you, you were ready for a glacial death glare, ready to kill you, but instead, you were met with a lustful look and reddening cheeks. The same look he gave you this morning, seems like you had mistaken his intention. As you get up to untie him, you kneel on the bed to reach the rope around his wrists, unintentionally, your knee rub against his crotch, forcing a moan out of him.

As you stop moving your knee to focus on untying his left hand, you felt how he started to grind his hips against your thigh roughly, moan after moan pouring out of his mouth. The pace picked up, his sounds becoming more frequent as his release is near, but just before he could cum, you move away. The pitiful whine he let out went directly to your cock.

You can't help the smirk growing onto your face, this man purposely came here to get fucked, whether it was consensual on your part or not.

Before Tartaglia knew it, he was on all fours on the bed, his hands tied behind his back. His head was pressed into the pillow, breathing correctly becoming a challenge. He could perceive your shadow loom over him, your hand caressing his exposed back. Chills go up his spine as you rake your nails down his back, and he gasps as his underwear is tugged off sudden. Your big hands spread his legs apart, the cold air hitting his ass as he tightens around nothing, legs shaking.

One of your fingers pressed against his hole, only letting the first phalange, leaving him to wiggle towards you, trying to push more into him. As he throws his hips back, you raise your hand before slamming it back down on his ass, his body jerking forward as you hear the loudest moan of this night. As you watch with amused eyes his body shiver under you, you hear him sniffle, roughly, and you tug his hair back, exposing his crying face to you.

The feeling in his stomach grew rapidly, the alcohol still into both your systems, light-headed and his mind slowly becoming blank. As you lick the tears off his face, you use this as a distraction as you plunge your fingers fully in. He cries out, long fat fingers loosening his hole, rubbing against his walls at an irregular pace.

His face was stained with fresh tears as his head was resting against your shoulder, while you prepare him but suddenly, you stopped moving your fingers. Asking yourself if he really deserved or wanted to be prepared. As you observe his face, his eyes were rolled back as he was going to pass out. You nuzzled your face into his neck gently, before biting down harshly, breaking the skin as blood slid down his body. The pain sends an exquisite feeling from his neck to his back, body trembling as his whines get louder. Before he could cum, you stop touching him, leaving his body to flop down on the bed.

You watch amused as he struggles to sit up, looking back at you, teary begging eyes asking you to help him, but you stay there, unmovingly. With a whimper, he crawls to you, hands resting on your shoulders as he tries to reach your face to kiss you. Your hands move to his thighs, lifting him up, placing him over your cock, the tip pressing against his hole. He was feeling loopy and high as you forced him down, the sweet pain coursing through his body as you stretch him out more than he thought it was possible.

His body has difficulty getting used to the sensation, as he feels you in his stomach, a bulge showing through his skin as he pushes against it with a shaky hand. It was becoming too much for his poor brain, as it stopped functioning when you bottomed out, balls slapping against his entrance. His tongue lolled out, drool falling onto your body. You help him sink back down, as he sits dumbly on top of you, unable to think about something else.

That's when you noticed how you never gave him your name, and after murmuring it slowly into his ear, you begin to move him up and down. Instantly, he started to whimper your name at first, and after each thrust, he would get louder, nearly screaming.

You thought he came as his hole tighten around you, but he only let some pitiful drops out of his tip. You could not help but mock him, watching as his tears doubled, and his face become red, feeling ashamed to not even be able to handle some minutes with you. You slowly learned how his body was working and so, you pressed on a special spot, watching him break on top of you.

Suddenly, you grabbed him, and throw him back onto the bed, he just had the time to rest on all fours before you drill back into him. Your hand sneaks to his throat, choking him into the pillow, being already covered in drool and tears. As you tighten your grip, his hips jerked up, cumming on the spot. You keep going, forcing him to cum once again.

You pity him and so, as the good person you were, you turn him on his back, forcing his legs apart, speeding up your pace. He kept whimpering, throat too dry to scream or moan anymore, he could feel you move inside him and watch you also. As his stomach was exposed to your eyes, you could perceive the movement of your cock, as the bulge was even more noticeable.

Stomach burning up as you felt close too, you kept edging yourself since earlier, and it was starting to get into your head. Muscles roll under the skin as you chase after your release, making Tartaglia cry, overstimulated. Thrusting harshly, repetitive movements turn into you railing him at an impressive speed. Head slamming back as his body trembled, the tension in his stomach too strong for him, at the same instant, your own stomach tightens, and you cum, shouting your load deep into him.

Euphoria flows through your veins, your head spinning as you feel Tartaglia twitches one last time around you. But instead of cumming all over himself, he pissed, unable to hold it in. He was still conscious enough to understand what was happening, blushing from embarrassment, still crying and mumbling your name over and over. His belly bulging from your load, some of it leaking out of his hole and onto the bed.

As you let go of his body, he falls into the bed, unconscious and limp, not having enough endurance. With a sigh, you decide to clean him up, changing into some of your clothes before tucking him into your bed, lying beside Tartaglia in silence, knowing he would leave before the sun goes up. For the second time of the night, you kissed him as he was asleep, or you thought so.

Unsurprisingly, when you woke up, you were alone in your room, seems like he left a while ago. After cleaning and changing the sheets, you dressed up, leaving the apartment to discover the Liyue Harbor by yourself. But when you opened the door, he was standing there, waiting for you. Cheeks reddening as he sees you, grabbing your forearm, dragging you away in silence. Unbeknown to you, a bright blue mark on the back of your neck lightened up whenever Tartaglia would touch you.

And from afar, a tall dark brown-haired man was glaring at the two of you. His eyes became luminescent as his tail and horns appeared. With a smirk, he goes back to work, thinking about how he could prepare your encounter and have your attention. Annoyed that the ginger was in the way.

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A ring for your heart

-I just noticed that I never said it, but most of the time (if not every time) the reader is taller than the character. I may be a bit dumb, okay?

I have never written something like that in my life before, so I'm unsure if it's good enough. But food is here anyway-

a.n: I finished this at 5 am and fall asleep before publishing it, I hate myself sometimes, I just had to press one button and I forgot, please don't hate me angels

Part.2 - Part.4

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕩 𝔻𝕠𝕞! 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕕𝕦𝕓-𝕔𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕔, 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖, 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕛𝕠𝕓, 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥! ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 '𝕤𝕚𝕣', 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕥 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪, 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒, 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕘𝕖, 𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜

-𝟝𝕜 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤-

(𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣)

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𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕟𝕚

You were a banker, and Pantalone was your special client if you could call him that way. He was a particular rich man, really intelligent and with a charm that nobody could deny. He was someone you really admired, he was clever, and it was not uncommon that you would end up enjoying a cup of tea after work.

After some time being Pantalone's personal banker, you ended up being a part of the Fatui. The reason? The salary. You weren't interested in their motivations, you were just doing your work and going back to your house after. You weren't fond of the Fatui or Harbingers, most of them were just crazy guys wanting to kill people under a god's orders. So… puppets.

The only other Harbingers you were in contact with, except Pantalone obviously, was Pulcinella. The older man was quite easy to rely on, always calm and smart, you knew he was taking care of Childe's family whenever he was doing a mission, even sending sweets to his brothers and sisters. It became a habit for the older man and you to leave some sweets or tea boxes inside each other's office while the other was away.

This week has been hellish, nobody was doing their work right and money suddenly started to disappear. You were losing your mind over the matter, who was dumb enough to steal from the Fatui? You spend days and nights searching in every registers a flaw, something you could have missed.

But you were an intelligent man, and you knew you haven't made any mistake. You were glad to keep everything in the archives, even after months and months, as you could, in case, prove that you haven't done anything. And with tons of papers under your arms, you leave your office to meet with the 1st Harbinger. You could yourself sweat a little at the thought of being alone with this man, with other people around, no problem. Alone? No way in hell.

Thankfully for you, he called you while a meeting was held. As you enter the room, all Harbingers were there. There were the ones who didn't care one bit about you, the 'I want to kill you' vibe the second you stepped in and the two you were comfortable with. You place the documents in front of Pierro, classed by month as you explain every flaw you have found, even before you were hired. Immediately, you confirm it was none of the 9 people standing around this table as you checked everything personally.

You see from the corner of your eyes that Arlecchino and Pulcinella were nodding at you as thanks, as you knew it was annoying for them if someone else was going to do it. After all, most people weren't trustworthy with money as the Fatui were greedy people. It was nice to know that even people like them could trust you.

Even if they weren't saying it, as the Harbingers were listening to you, they were impressed. Not only did you check everything from the last past months in detail in less than a week, but you also wrote down any issue, name of the person, addresses, absolutely everything, going to the extent of doing a background check. As Pierro dismissed you, you're surprised when he ruffles your hair, saying you did a good job. You leave with a discreet smile, ignoring the raising voices when the door closed behind you.

As you were half-asleep in your chair, head resting on your desk, your door opens in a silent creak. This week's work worn you out, and you only wanted to sleep. You yawn as you feel a warm hand touches your cheek, rubbing gently your jaw as the comforting touch lull you to sleep. You thought it was just your imagination as you fall asleep until a soft chuckle reaches your ears. You shot up from your seat, grabbing instantly the weapon at your side, the shining blade pressing against the intruder's neck.

Pantalone stands there, waiting for you to lower your weapon. With how fast you moved, you still made a small cut on his neck, the blood dripping slowly as it get to disappear in the fur of his coat.

“Why are so stressed today?”

His sweet voice calms you down as you put back the weapon to its original place, for an unknown reason, you were on the edge and someone suddenly standing next to you didn't help. Pantalone steps closer, redoing your hair and placing your coat correctly on your shoulders as he observes you. You could see his usual sly little smirk on his face as he kisses you quickly on the jaw.

“You were impressive.”

You would have heard that from anybody else, you would have thought they were making fun of you. But the way his eyes lit up, even just a bit, could tell he was genuinely impressed. You and Pantalone grew closer over the months, being the only two people approximately sane, that was something rare these days. Pantalone was the really smart one, talking about everything he knew while you were the curious and understanding one, sitting there and listening avidly about his recent favourite book and newfound knowledge.

Surprisingly, he was someone who liked physical contact, and it wasn't rare to find him nuzzling into your neck or resting his head on your shoulder. It took you by surprise at first but got used to it, you noticed how your coat or turtleneck would always have his perfume on it with how many times he was resting against you. When he was not giving that cold glare and fake sympathy to everyone, he was quite cute. He was either behaving like a snake or, around you, like a cute puppy.

Suddenly, before you could open your mouth to say something, you see him rummage through his pocket. He takes out a small box, a purple one wrapped in silky tissue, just the box itself looked so expensive. Gently, he gave it to you with a small smile, his prying eyes observing your reaction as you unwrap it conscientiously. As you open it, a small and discreet ring was carefully placed in the middle of the jewellery box. This ring seemed familiar, but you could not manage to remember where.

“Do you like it? It's a reward since you did such a good job.

I am certain you spend hours looking at those awful reports.”

He moved behind you, massaging softly your shoulders as you lean into him, your body giving up under the soft touch. It was unexpected that a member of the Harbingers could be this gentle and kind. You shiver as he moved to your head, massaging your temples, cold fingertips sending little shocks through your body. You yawn as you lean more into him, head lolling back as it rests on his shoulder. Pantalone felt his mouth water as the soft skin was so exposed, as he wonders what you would say if he bit you right now.

You were trusting him, and this feeling alone was making him have butterflies in his stomach. He was itching to let his hands wander, but he knew he could not. It was so tempting, as you rest against him, your warmth spreading onto his cold body, it always amazed him how hot your body was compared to him. He wanted to stay there forever against you, snuggle into your warmth as you do something else. The feeling of your fingers running through his hair to untangle it was always making him relax, being around you was a blessing. You were the only worthy person here, the other Fatui being useless and incompetent.

Whenever he was asking for something difficult or not, you would lend a hand or explain to him where he was wrong. And something that surprised him, was that you weren't after his money. Anytime he would try to pay for something, whenever it was the tea or dinner, you had already your money out. It was frustrating him to no end, he was the richest here, and you never asked him anything. How was he supposed to court you if you weren't accepting any of his gifts?

He knew you would refuse the ring, he knew it, but he still tried. And when you put it in your coat's pockets, his heart skipped a beat, as you finally accepted him. His mind was telling him that you were just accepting a gift, nothing more, but it was an opportunity nonetheless. He was so mad when Pierro ruffled your hair, and he was not the only one, but nobody was close to you except him. He could be the only one for you, those simpletons had no chance against him. Were they even able to buy a gift as grandiose as his? No way.

His smile widens as he sees your body temperature rise up, seems like it was starting to work. The aphrodisiac he asked Dottore to make in exchange for a good amount of money was working, he could feel himself being affected too. Imbibing the jewellery box was a good idea. He could hear you pant, his hands holding your side moving to the front of your torso, feeling the muscles with bliss. Your hips thrusted up as you grab his wrist, trying to stop him, but he knew your mind should already be fuzzy by now. You were too weak to stop his hand from sneaking under your shirt, pinching the skin. Each groan of yours could make him cum on the spot, but he wasn't satisfied.

He was glad to see you react to his touch, but you would usually put up a fight with him, forcing him to submit without knowing it. Everyone was treating him as royalty, as a genius so nobody dared to put him back into his place. But you weren't anybody, your sharp tongue breaking his ego whenever he was acting too pretentious. He wanted you to force him to kneel and apologize, lick your shoes and make him choke on your dick. But you were too docile, almost as an obedient dog, that's not what he wanted.

He remembers Dottore telling him that the effects would wear off nearly immediately after the first orgasm, and instantly, without a second thought, he was unbuttoning your pants. When you'll be back to normal, you would be mad at him, right? So you could potentially punish him for what he did. The thought of you glaring at him like you did whenever you were annoyed made his legs quiver. He needed the mean man that would put him back in his place, slap him and degrade him.

He thought he could just jerk you off quickly, but he may have underestimated you a bit. When he unbuttoned your pants and just slid down your underwear a little to take your dick out, the size left him stunned. He knew you would be big, you were taller and buffer than him after all, but this, that was too much, even for a greedy man like him. He was rendered speechless, staring dumbly as he didn't know what to do. His hand shakes as he was hesitant to touch it, legs closing involuntarily.

Unfortunately for him, the effects of the aphrodisiac were a tad stronger than he thought they would be, and when you grabbed his neck with a mean smile, he froze on the spot. Surely he was turned on to see this side of you, but something inside your eyes made him shiver in fear. Your hold was tightening around his neck, and when he tried to stop you by grabbing your hand, you caught his wrist, twisting it in the wrong direction. The cracking noise was so strong, that Pantalone thought it could have been heard outside, the sudden pain made him moan, the delicious feeling of raw strength breaking him.

He was used to getting hurt, he was a Harbinger after all, but never he felt so good after one of his bones was broken. He could cry from the pleasure of this, he wanted it to leave a bruise, so he could remember it. With a crazy smile, he placed his hands over the one that was choking him, asking you to break his neck. He trembled as he could feel your fingertips dig into his skin, legs quivering as his knees finally gave out. He was held up by your grip only, legs swinging uselessly into the air, but before you could really break his pretty neck, you let go.

A wicked smile on your face as you watch him struggle to stand up, whenever he was pushing himself up with his arms, you would kick into them, making him fall again. He was sniffling, humiliation filling his mind. He looked up at you with teary eyes, glasses sliding down his nose as he sees you turn your back to him. He was going to protest, call your name until he saw you sit back down on your chair, legs crossed, your elbow resting on top of your thigh as you watch him in amusement.

He called out your name weakly, never did he felt this powerless. He was just something useless clinging to you, some dirt under your shoe. You motioned for him to get closer, his eyes widened as he put all his strength in his arms to get up, he was so close to crying with happiness. Until you clicked your tongue, he goes rigid, blood run cold.

“Who told you to get up? Crawl.”

He was paralysed, you wanted him to crawl? He looked down as he did so, he heard you click your tongue again, and he hurried to get closer to you. As he was on his knees in front of you, your hand appear in his field of vision as you hold his jaw gently, almost lovingly. You slid your thumb over his lower lip, bringing it down softly as Pantalone opens his mouth. And you spat into his wide open mouth. He moans as he swallowed, letting his tongue loll out to ask for more.

“Aren't you satisfied with what I just gave you?

Are you so greedy that you can't even say 'thank you, sir'?”

He fumbled over his words, cheeks reddening in embarrassment. His thoughts were scattered until you slapped him, immediately he started to thank you over and over, tears sliding down his cheeks as he blushed crazily. It was as if the spot you slapped was on fire, he would have enjoyed it more if you weren't so disappointed in him right now. He needed to apologize for his behaviour.

You could see him panic, one of the smartest men panicking because he did not know how to apologize. You teasingly moved your feet in front of his face, testing if he was that desperate for you. Almost immediately, his hands hold your shoe as he kissed it, moving to your ankle as he was licking and sucking on any unmarked spot.

With a smile, you watched as your shoe got more and more covered in drool, he was lapping at it like a dog, panting and whining as his tongue met the leather. You hear a noise suddenly outside, and you grabbed his long hair, hiding him under your desk as your legs were caging him. You took the first document you saw, acting as if you were reading it. And that's when someone knocked on the door, you looked down to see Pantalone resting his head on your thigh, droopy eyes looking right back at you. You run your hand through his hair before telling the person to enter.

And you froze when Pierro opened the door, closing it immediately behind him. He sat on the chair in front of you, handing out some documents to you, you guessed it was about the issue from earlier and started to read immediately. Everything was going fine until your dear rich friend thought it would be a good idea to start jerking you off while sucking the tip of your dick. As you continue to act like nothing was happening, you're glad the subordinates outside are making so much noise to conceal the wet ones coming from under the desk.

You watch from the corner of your eye as he takes off his gloves with difficulty, as one of his wrists was broken, sliding them into your pocket before using your precum to wet his hand a bit. And before you knew it, he was choking around your cock, the tip scratching the back of his throat as you watch his eyes roll back. You weren't even able to move your hand without the man in front of you noticing, you could feel his tears and drool mix together as it slides to the base of your dick, wetting your pants.

You stuttered once before focusing and speaking normally to Pierro, explaining where it looked suspicious and how you did not have the same data. He looked satisfied with your answer and only asked some more questions, you barely managed to conceal one of your groans with a cough before he could see how sweaty and twitching your hands were. As he left the room, he complimented you on your good work and ruffled your hair before leaving your office.

Pantalone was looking at you betrayed when he felt your cock twitched suddenly when Pierro talked to you like this. Unbeknown to him, it was because his teeth grazed one of the veins on the underside, sending the most powerful shiver through your body. You feel him pull back from your dick to complain, but you grabbed his hair, slamming his face down. You forcefully made him speed up the pace, listening to the choking and slurping sounds he was emitting.

At this point, you were just fucking his face, he was unable to breathe correctly, and he felt like he was going to pass out. So when he taps your thigh hoping you would let him breathe, he almost moaned when you pulled your dick out of his mouth. But when he tried to ask you to be gentle, you laugh out loud, tugging his hair roughly before being rougher than before. You were watching with bliss as his teary eyes lost their focus, metaphorical hearts forming into them when your hips stilled suddenly, as you shot your load into his throat. The warm cum covered the inside of his mouth, it tasted so strong he was sure it would alter his taste buds forever.

Any of his complaints from earlier left his mind as you were marking him, and his heart burst when you praised him, calling him your good boy as he was being the perfect pet. You pulled him off your dick as he was not doing it himself, still swallowing your load with a big dumb smile. But when he noticed how there was still some left on your shaft, you did not have the time to make a move before he was lapping at it, collecting every last drop of your release with whimpers and moans.

“I've been good, right sir?

Thank you so much for being so nice to someone like me.

Please can I have more, I'll do anything sir”

He looked high because of your cum, and you weren't so far away from the truth. The taste was addicting, the feeling even more, that he wanted to be filled by you. He did not mind walking around with a butt plug, he would even choose one with a tail at the end, so he would really be your dog, you could use him whenever you want, he will never complain, as long as he's your favourite.

But it seems like you were hesitating, and before Pantalone started to suck you off again, he gave you bills, thanking you over and over. The amount you had in your hand was more than your salary in two months as you watch Pantalone mouth at your underwear, licking the fabric and kissing it.

His head shot up when he heard you open a drawer, and let a tube of lube fall on his face along with a condom. You moved your chair back as you watch him spread his legs apart, but it was a too difficult position for him to insert his fingers, so he ended up on all fours, face on the ground as his ass was up in the air. You could observe in satisfaction his fingers disappearing inside of him, the wet noises filling the room as his whimpers get louder. With a sigh, you place your shoe in front of his face again, watching as he focuses on licking it instead of making too many noises. And honestly, if he kept being this loud and cute, you would have taken him now and not waited for his hole to be stretched. After all, your dick could do this too instead of his fingers.

Your patience almost snapped when he started to moan loudly, he was not using his fingers to stretch himself anymore as they were just slamming into his hole, as if he has gone crazy, he was not even moaning your name anymore but only 'sir'. Angrily, you tug his hair, watching as his mouth has fallen open at the pain, eyes rolling back as he cums on you, staining your shoes and pants. He was smiling at you happily, as he has still not processed what he did. When his mind clouded by his orgasm cleared up, he was left staring at your clothes in shock, eyes widening as he felt your murderous aura.

“S-sir I did not mean to! I'll clean it up!

I'm so sorry, I promise it will not happen ag-”

And his head was slammed onto your pile of documents, you fully pull his pants down, tearing off his underwear before slamming your dick into him, not caring anymore. You let out a shaky sign at the tight heat that surrounded you, almost hugging your cock so sweetly.

“If you dare drool on my work, you are dead.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Did I asked you to talk?”

“No-”

“Then shut the fuck up. Your voice is annoying me.

At least Childe knew when to stay quiet.”

You could see his eyes filling up with tears but when you pronounced Childe's name, there was only hatred in them. Pantalone had a disgusting feeling of jealously spreading through his body, the thought that Childe got you first drove him mad. He moved his hand back, spreading his cheeks apart for you as he placed his forehead against the wooden table, certain he will be able to keep his noises in.

“Baby, do you want me to breed you?

You'll be by my side forever that way.”

He was flustered at the words, pushing his face into the papers on the table, hiding his turned-on face. You can't help but groan at the way he was tightening around you while you were swiftly pounding into him at a fast pace. You clench your jaw as his ass comes in contact with your pelvis each time you go deeper, the force makes him shudder as he feels like you were forcing his walls to mould to your size. He never felt that good in this life, he was sure nothing could make him feel as good as this.

You were pulling out slowly to slam back roughly, your tip hitting his prostate each time you bottom out, shooting some precum in the deepest part of his ass. His tongue lolls out at the feeling, hands scratching against the table as he moves his ass back, back arching to coax you into being rougher and go harder on him. Your hand was itching to spank him, to dig your nails into his ass, leave your handprint onto his soft flesh. You were groping and slapping his ass just a second later, watching as he moves one of his hands back to grip one of your hand.

He was so close to cumming, some more thrusts, and he would do it. He tried to warn you, but he was unable to let any words out, he was crying as he tried to keep it in since you did not give him permission. His hand gripping at the edge of the desk as you were ruthlessly fucking him. You were pounding into the pretty man, raw skin clapping being the only thing heard in the room. His ass was a cherry red as your hand kept slamming down and with how hard you were going on him.

He slurred, trying to get some words out, but it was impossible. He almost screamed when he came, fluids covering the desk and papers just under him in a white mess. He shook when you stopped moving, flipping him over, resting on his back as you watched with angry eyes your ruined work. He was babbling, apologizing to you, gripping your shoulders with tears in his eyes as he was kissing your lips, claiming his love for you.

You moved your hand to his neck, choking him as the other was holding up his leg, and you slammed back inside. You did not care if he was screaming as overstimulation took over his body, clawing at your back in the hope it would stop you. The man was ruined, glasses falling off his nose and hitting the table, dampened eyelashes and black liner smudging over his face. You spat on him, dipping your fingers into the mess he left on the table before smearing it over his cheek.

You could feel yourself getting closer, heat pooling in your stomach as you prevented Pantalone from breathing, watching as his face turned red. You rested your forearms on each side of his head, rocking your hips back and forth, burying yourself deeper and deeper as you keep tightening your hold on him. You groaned, jaw hanging loose.

Pantalone has lost his mind, your thick cock bullying your way into him, stretching him to an impossible extent as he feels something filling him up, the hand around his throat making him unable to breathe. He wailed with the rest of his breath he had, as you shoot your load in him, filling him up perfectly, his stomach warmed up by the hot cum. You never stopped moving, prolonging your orgasm as he reached his high suddenly, head slamming back against the hard wood, dizzy under the pain and pleasure as he cum all over himself.

It was never stopping, you keep cumming in him, mind going blank as you were breeding him. He placed his hands on his bulging stomach, hearts in his eyes as he knew he was yours, you choose him over everyone else.

“Whose hole is this?”

“Yours… yours only”

He did not care if someone could see him like that, he finally got everything he wanted. Tears of happiness wet his cheeks as it ruins his makeup even more. You pulled out gently, ignoring his whimpers as you rummage through your drawer, getting out a butt plug before sliding it into him delicately. Your hand massaged his stomach as you watch his eyes crossing, hips jerking up as he was still hard.

He has been so good for you, you could not leave him like that, and with that, you wrapped your warm hand around his pitiful cock, jerking him off. The red tip was burning under your fingertips, cock twitching as hard as the rest of his body, panting harshly when you let go of his neck, watching as he pissed himself.

You sat on your chair, lifting him up to place him on your lap, rubbing small circles on his hips as you let him calm down. Kissing softly his neck and jaw as his mind cleared up, instantly hiding into your neck in embarrassment. Flustered as he sees the mess he made out of your paperwork, guilt bubbling up into his throat, he has really done it, didn't he?

“They are just duplicates, I don't care.”

They weren't, but he did not need to know that, especially when his dark eyes looked up at you with so much love. As he hugs you tightly, kissing you like a starving man. Sadly, the gentle moment was ruined by one of the subordinates knocking on the door, saying there was an emergency meeting. You both got up, Pantalone running to dress back up as you just buttoned your pants and placed your coat back onto your shoulders.

You place Pantalone's glasses on his nose as you kiss the tip of it before redoing his hair and removing his makeup. Both your turtleneck hiding the suspicious marks as you head to the door, waiting for Pantalone to follow you. You turn around, seeing how his legs were shaking, not being able to hold himself up correctly. With a sigh, you let him lean on your body as you walk into the corridor, and enter the room, accompany him to his seat. He motions for you to stay beside him, ignoring some Harbingers openly glaring at him.

As Pierro was talking, he gripped your hand, putting his gloves on your hands and slid the ring he offered you onto your ring finger and one of the rings he was currently wearing on your index. He intertwined your hands, showing off to the others with a smug face. Went as far as pulling down his turtleneck a little to show off the bruise you left while you choked him earlier.

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a.n: I'm only able to see Pantalone as a person who would court someone else, like courtship but no dating, and after that, straight up marriage. I can't see him as someone who would eventually let someone pursue the one he loves. This man is like 'you like them too? Then die. You are in the way.', nothing else. This man is courting by buying expensive gifts and fuck with the person, he has no idea how to show love without physical touch or gifts and has no understanding of humans in general. But he's smart for everything else at least. And bro, no way in hell he's a top, this man would love getting destroyed literally anywhere.

Kinktober day 5 : Dirty Talk & Tentacle

I had more work to do today, so I had less time and less brain power to write this. Enjoy what is 5% of my will to function.

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TW : Tentacle, Choking, Aphrodisiac, Mentions of Overstim

Character : Rengoku Kyojuro

Demon GN Reader

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You dodged a sword slash bathed in fire. A grin pulled across your face, you haven’t played with a hashira before, and this is fun. He overextended himself in one slash and you grabbed his arm, throwing him into the ground. You ran across the small clearing and into the nearby ruined house before he recovered.

Slipping above the door before he entered. He took a few steps before you dropped down behind him.

He turned, swinging his sword at you. You swatted his hand, hard enough to force him to drop his sword. Grabbing his neck hard and slamming him into the ground. Straddling his chest. He clawed at your hands, growling at you. The kicks hitting your back felt like nothing.

You watched calmly as his motions slowly weakened and slowed. The Flame hashira’ s Yellow and Red eyes became unfocused. His breathing slowed. You loosened your grip, allowing him to breath and giving you time to reveal your extra limbs.

Thick fleshy dripping tendrils pushed out your back, gripping his arms and legs. Another reached out and flung his sword away. Your grin never fading.

“So, what’s a Hashira like you doing out here? It’s rare for people to come for me.” You grinned as he started to struggle

“I have nothing to say!”

He struggles to fling you off, he didn’t even fling you off. You just stood up and walked away. Your tendrils wriggled under his uniform, pulling and tearing it off. The slick of your appendages staining his torso and legs. Only his haori was untouched, fluttering to the floor.

“What’s your name?”

“I am the Flame Hashira, Rengoku Kyojuro! And I will slay you!”

You huffed as he kicked out, escaping one of your tentacles. You simply added more to hold him, pulling him down to a kneeling position, arms above his head. He yanked, doing his best to escape.

Leaning closer to his face, you stared into his eyes.

“Your eyes are really pretty. Too bad you are human.” You purred

“Yomoya.”

You closed the gap, kissing him. Forcing the liquid into his mouth, making him swallow. The liquid you excrete is an aphrodisiac. Pulling away before he could bite.

“Now, time for me to have fun. I plan on making you my bitch.”

You wrapped a hand around his bruising neck again, leaving a bite against his collar bone. Drinking from him.

A wheeze pushed past his lips as two of your smaller tendrils nudged into him, pushing his undergarments to the side. Slowly stretching him out, another tendril joined them.

“Such a slutty Hashira. You are leaking.”

“Shut up.”

Slick dripping from his ass, down his thighs, and into a puddle on the floor. Pulling off his fundoshi stained, you tugged at his dick, other hand rubbing his chest and rubbing the aphrodisiacs into his muscles. Releasing his neck.

“You won’t win” Kyojuro glared

“I will pet, I always do.”

You made your tendrils force itself against his prostate. An animalistic noise tore out his throat. Ropes of white splattering onto the old tatami.

“So Pet, lets see how long you can resist. The night is still young after all.”

A thicker tentacle forced past the smaller ones, thoroughly filling him and pressing the smaller ones into his walls. Tears start to fall from his eyes. Bitten off squeaks and moans accompanied by the lewd sound of you playing with his ass. He rested his head against your shoulder.

“Pet? Is it too much for you.” You coo “do you want more?”

He shook his head, eyes screwed shut.

“You do want more! Good slut!” A tendril wrapped around his dick and started to jack him off.

“NO! ST-STOP!” His voice hitched as he jerked back

Shoving a tendril into his mouth when he tried to make demands. Fucking his face and ass. His eyes rolled back and tongue slipping out as he came again. A low moan leaving his throat.

A few hours have passed and his eyes become fully unfocused. Allowing his arms to be free, he slumped into your arms.

“I can’t wait to fully break you, my pretty little pet.”

A smirk on your face, holding the fucked out Hashira close. You left his clothes, haori, and bloodstains in the house for people to find. Now time to get him home.

The Royal Harem (Smut)

Synopsis: You have been working hard constantly every single day, finding ways on how to improve your nation. Your attention was solely upon the needs of your Kingdom, to the point where you have forgotten the needs of your own harem.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Thoma, Childe

Warnings: sub!genshin, dom!reader, handjob, blowjob, reader has a cock, anal penetration, licking/sucking, use of toys, overstimulation, cum swallowing, belly bulge

Note: This is my first ever post here in Tumblr. So I hope I didn't disappoint anyone reading this story too much. Also, the reader is gender-neutral.

Although, you do have secretaries to help you with the load of paperwork— but somehow, they, too, were just as busy as you. You couldn't really complain either, since you're literally the sovereign of your very big Kingdom, and doing some paperwork was just the bare minimum.

ㅤ

You heaved out a sigh. The papers on your table never seem to stop itself from piling even more anytime soon.

However it was tiring, nonetheless. And you were getting bored of it. But as you know, you would do anything to keep your Kingdom thrive and be evermore prosperous than it already was.

"The perks of ruling a Kingdom," Dryly, you humoured yourself. Your eyes boredly stared at the piles of documents right in front of you.

A knock resonated from the door and a soft sound of a woman could be heard behind it.

"Your majesty, I have brought you the backlog of papers from last week."

"Come in."

The door opened and revealed Ganyu holding a few stacks of papers. She smiled softly at the sight of you as she walked towards your table.

"Miss Jean wanted to finish them for you, but unfortunately it requires the monarch's attention."

"I see. That's no problem, put them here please."

She did what she was told and carefully placed them down. You thanked her and Ganyu gave you a small curtsy. But as she lays her eyes on your desk, concern swallows her whole.

"You've been working for quite a long while now, shouldn't you take a break, your majesty?"

You look up from your paper and meet her gaze, "Don't fret, I'm fine. They're just papers anyway. I'm already used to this."

"But I fear you might be burning yourself out." The female adepti argued, "You always nag me whenever I overwork myself into taking a break..."

Your (e/c) eyes look up at her expectantly, "And you claim how the tables have turned?"

Ganyu let out a small laugh, pink hue faintly dusted her cheeks as she nodded. You playfully scoff and lightly push your chair back.

"Alright alright," You say, raising your hands in defeat. "I'll perhaps rest for a bit. I wouldn't dare to push my lady's worry and have her dwell on my health."

She blushed at your statement, "O-Oh, a wise choice, your majesty." And quickly bowed before leaving.

Deciding that was it for the day, you stood up from your seat and almost fell. You have been sitting for a long while that your legs fell asleep.

And the moment you decided to use them— you began to cringe at the prickling sensation in your legs. A small groan came out of you as you furrowed your eyebrows at the uncomfortable feeling.

You should have at least got out of your seat for some time while you had work. This simply could've been prevented.

But it's not like you won't do it again anyway. After all, you don't think you'll remember to at least move your legs while you work.

Walking to your bed chambers was tiring. Every time you get to think of the thought of laying on your bed— you would feel your legs on the verge of collapse.

But the bustling noises in your palace would always snap you back to reality, preventing you from further indulging your thoughts of your bed.

Softly, you sighed, as you set your eyes upon the familiar engravings of your chambers' doors.

However, due to your tired state, you have failed to notice the lack of guards who were supposed to be near your doors.

You jog a little, feeling excited to finally run into sleep's arms.

"Ah, bed. I can't wait to embrace you."

You sang as you opened the doors.

But you halted as the feeling of surprise swallowed you whole as the room was filled with silence.

"—!"

There, inside your room, were 5 men wearing nothing but their underwear and white satin robes.

Their eyes widened, they looked like a deer in the headlights. But then relaxed once they realized it was just the person they were waiting for.

Your mouth hung open. You weren't certainly expecting this. (E/c) eyes scanned each man inside the room.

There was Diluc, Zhongli, Childe, Thoma, and Kaeya.

"..."

You then began to break the silence, "What on Teyvat is going here?"

They snapped back from their shock at the sound of your voice. And Kaeya was the first to approach you. His signature smile appeared on his face.

"Your majesty," He bowed, "What perfect timing you have. We were just about to give you a little surprise."

Childe then approaches you next with a wide smile, "But you arrived a bit too early though. Well, no matter. Since their majesty is here, we shall give them our surprise."

"Hope we're not bothering you, your majesty." Thoma smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You stared at them, unsure. What was going with them? You didn't recall having a rendezvous with any of your concubines. Seeing the confused look on your face, Zhongli decided to explain themselves.

"We've noticed that you've been awfully busy and you no longer spend any time with us anymore. So we decided, if you don't come to us, then we'll come to you."

"Of course, not all of us had agreed to share you and your time, but we know their majesty doesn't like it whenever we don't get along with the others." Diluc added, having a look of displeasure and his red eyes glared at Kaeya— who just merely shot him with an unaffected smile.

Oh right...

You have been so focused on your Kingdom's needs that you forgot to tend to your lovers and now they planned to have you to them right now.

Honestly, you were surprised that they managed to agree to share you— albeit reluctantly.

"So..." You began, "In conclusion, all of you missed me and now you're all needy."

Childe and Kaeya gave you a close-eyed smile. While Diluc blushed and looked away, Zhongli timidly nodded his head, and Thoma let out a nervous chuckle.

"I see..."

It was then you closed your door and took a step forward. Your eyes stared at all of them and a smirk appeared on your features.

Seeing your usual dominating behaviour, all of them visibly shivered in your presence.

"Then, shall we begin?"

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And now here you are.

Currently, you are lying on your bed. Your hand was holding Diluc steadily as you thrust your cock inside him. The red head had his eyes rolled back and his back arched whenever your cock would hit that spot. His nails dug into your thighs, gritting his teeth at the euphoric sensation inside him.

"Ah ah ah—!"

He bounced shamelessly on top of you. Becoming undone as he came for the umpteenth time.

And Thoma was sitting on your face, being absolutely ruined by your skillful mouth. His grip on his ass was so tight— his knuckles turned white. He rolled his hips when he felt your tongue fucked his insides.

You would groan and moan, whenever you felt your hand brush on the red head's stomach— feeling a bulge on it whenever you roughly thrust inside him, your vibrations adding more to Thomas's delight.

"Ah— F-Fuck~"

Filthy sounds— ranging from pornographic moans, whimpers, grunts, groans, to the sinful sounds of skin slapping and soft gasps filled the room. And you're quite lucky there were no guards standing beside your doors.

Your dominant hand was working on Zhongli's needy hole, said man was whimpering and would often let out a small squeak whenever your long fingers would hit his sweet spot as you ravaged his insides. Truth be told that he lost count of how many times he came just by your fingers alone.

Childe and Kaeya, on the other hand, were the loudest. They had a double end toy phallus inside their holes and both moved at a simultaneous pace. Moaning loudly as they felt the urge to come again. Their eyes watched at how you ruined your other concubines. Their dicks hardened and tips wetted at the thought of their turn with you.

All of them looked liked sex starved prostitutes in a brothel.

Pleasure shook the entire room like an earthquake and it seemed like it wasn't going to stop any time soon.

"A—Ah, c-cumming!"

"Y-Your m-majesty~!"

Thoma and Diluc came simultaneously, and both were at the verge of passing out. With your adept skills, you were able to maneuver them both off of you and you gently lay them down on your large bed.

They both lie down tiredly and their eyes begin to close due to exhaustion.

Zhongli saw you were done playing with the pyro welding men and went to crawl towards you— You happily accepted him with open arms.

You lay down on the bed and have the brunet on top of you. He steadied himself before slowly inserting your cock into his hole.

As the tip went in— Zhongli swore he had seen stars blurring his vision and he let out the most filthy sound once you were fully inside him.

"Mnhm~" He cried softly.

"Are you alright there, love?" You asked. Feeling a bit of pride swells up in you as you smirk at the sight of the trembling almighty Geo dragon on top of you.

He nodded with a red blushing face, beginning to roll his hips— with you letting out a soft sigh at his actions.

Your hands were on his waist, keeping him steady while trying to make you both cum.

"Oh, yes~ Just like that, keep going..."

You let out a groan and the man riding you could help but arch his back at your sound. He did what he was told, he rode you like there was no tomorrow.

And once you felt like he was slowing down, you took matters into your own hands. You lift him up a bit before slamming your cock inside him hard.

"AH~!!"

A loud sound of euphoria left the dragon's lips and his eyes almost rolled all the way back of his head.

He came almost instantly. Squirting all over on you, the bed sheets, and on himself. Tears formed on his face and his mouth drooled at pleasurable sensation.

But you weren't done with him just yet. You repeated your actions, slamming hard inside over and over again overstimulating the poor man.

Trying to catch your high and which you eventually did. You painted his walls white as Zhongli came again together with you.

Both of you panted. Zhongli— despite being a dragon— fell off of you due to exhaustion but you managed to catch him and lay him properly onto the bed.

You smiled softly and kissed his forehead before averting your attention towards the two remaining men— who were still waiting for you.

"Your m-majesty~" Kaeya sang, giving you a sultry look when you met his gaze. You sat at the edge of your bed. Gesturing for the two to come closer.

And they did. Crawling towards you with such whorish looks— abandoning their toy as they did so.

Kaeya reached to you first and he immediately went to kiss you on your lips. His kisses were hungry like and you had to push him gently to prevent him from making you lie on your back.

Both your tongues danced in an unknown rhythm but you both made it work.

And while you two were trying to fight for dominance— Childe had happily dived his mouth down on your cock, he didn't give any warning and just went straight to devour your huge dick inside his pretty little mouth.

The ginger head's action caught you off guard and it made you collapse down onto the bed on your bed. Kaeya chuckled at you and proceeded to pleasure your upper half with his mouth.

He sucked and licked your nipple as he toyed with the other with his hand. You moaned softly and grunted, your hands went to play with their hairs as your concubines gave you a mewl sound of appreciation.

"Ah, C-Childe.....c-cummi—"

You didn't even finish your sentence when Childe took you in deep down his throat and you felt him going deeper, you came. You arched your back, bucking your hips and hitting the back of his throat making the ginger head almost gag at your movement.

"Mmmh~"

The bluenette hummed, feeling you tremble while you reached your climax. Gently, he grazed your nipple with his teeth, teasing you as it added more pleasure onto your body.

Childe pulled away from your cock and tried to swallow your load. He spilled some a bit but he was satisfied with the taste of you.

"Mmh... Your majesty taste so divine~ I want more~"

He spoke with lust evident in his voice, beginning to lick the cum that spilled on your dick.

"Childe— Ah!"

"Now, that's not fair. You should give some of your attention to me too, your majesty~"

Kaeya pouted, feeling jealous when it wasn't him you're focusing on. He then went lower to where the ginger-nette was and he, too, began to lick your spilled cum.

You panted, as you looked down. You almost came at the sight of your two concubines going down on you. Oh how you loved it when they worship your cock, as they have worshipped you as their King.

Childe smiled at the sight of you. You pulled him by the arm with gentle care, and you had him on top of you.

"I've been waiting for this." Said the man on top with an eager tone. He personally slammed your cock inside him earning a small hiss from you and a lewd mewl from him.

The harbinger sang lewd sounds, as he bounced with harsh movements on you.

"Oh f-fuck—!"

He came when he felt you hit his prostate. But that didn't stop him, planning to overstimulate himself to see how far he can go.

Meanwhile, Kaeya made himself busy with your mouth. Your free hand was stroking his cock and that made him moan in your kiss.

Your hand movement synced with Childe's pace. Feeling the blue haired man shiver at the pleasurable feeling down his lower half.

He came as the other did— again— and the former started to move on his own accord, using your hand as if it was a fleshlight

Kaeya, knowing he'll be next soon, pulled away from your lips and moved on to your neck next, then on to the rest of your body. Biting, sucking, and nibbling the places that he knew would make you shiver.

He sat up, smirking at his masterpiece. Seeing you littered with all his love marks makes him swell up with pride.

"Ah!"

The ginger-nette came again for the umpteenth time and almost fell on you when you quickly held him before removing him off you.

He was panting, out of breath, lying there tired and contented with the cum that was inside him and was dripping down his thighs.

You move a stray hair off his face before placing a soft kiss on his cheek, bidding him sweet dreams.

Then, you turned to face the last of your lovers.

"Your turn." You grinned, your breath slightly ragged due to the 'activities' you've been doing.

Kaeya giggled, "Finally." Before lying down on his back, a blush was visible on his face. He wrapped his arms around you and captured your lips with his in a feverish kiss.

You pulled away from him and went to place your kisses on his neck— inserting yourself inside him as you did so.

A soft gasp left his lips when he felt you inside him, he released once he realized how big you were. You chuckled seeing him tremble, his embrace on you was tight but slowly went loose when he finished his high.

"M-Move...please..."

"Very well."

You smiled and did what you were told. Your pace started slow but it increased once the bluenette requested you to move faster.

"Hah— hah..."

"Ngh~"

You hit his prostate over and over again, making Kaeya see stars in his vision. He cried out in pleasure, his nails dug the skin of your back— slightly drawing a bit of blood.

He was close again, you could tell, by how he clenched tightly around you. You sighed blissfully at the feeling and you, too, were almost at your limit.

"Your majesty! I-I'm cumm—"

"I k-know. Hah... Me t-too..."

You pounded him for awhile, before finally releasing all your pent up seed inside your favourite pirate looking lover. You came together with him and his entire body shook.

His embrace around you was gone and instead his hands were gripping the sheets tightly.

Both of you were out of breath, but Kaeya was beginning to pass out. You stayed inside him for a bit, making sure he was getting the most of his climax and when he finally showed signs of subsiding, you carefully pulled yourself out of him.

Sweat lingered on all your skins'. You saw the bluenette smiling at you before succumbing to the sweet hold of sleep.

You looked at the rest of your concubines and noticed that all of them were now asleep.

You chuckled to yourself. Ah, one of the perks of ruling a Kingdom: was to take care of your harem with equal care and love.

You stood up, albeit your stance was wobbly and you were slightly dizzy. You playfully scoffed, they did a toll on you. And you proceeded to cover them all up with a large blanket.

Though, usually you would not prefer to let them sleep on a cum/drool stained bed, but there's nothing you can do about it now. You'll just have to make it up till next time.

Sighing, you mentally made a reminder to yourself: When in tending to the needs of your Kingdom, never ever forget the needs of your own harem.

Otherwise, you might never be able to get out of bed.

Deal With a Drunkie

You make a deal with Venti for unlimited drinks

FTM!Venti x Top!Male Bartender Reader

Warnings: Teasing, Oral, Drunk Venti, Consensual, Venti gets his hands tied up, breeding kink at the end

Words: 986

"You're on shift today?" Venti groans.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You raise an eyebrow.

"You always cut me off!" He whines and sits on an empty barstool.

"'Cause you don't pay, your tab is building up. You should be grateful I even let you drink at all, I have to cut the losses at some point."

"You're just like Diluc!" He pouts.

"Then Diluc's a smart guy."

"Ugh...C'mon, look, I'll cut you a deal." Venti leans in. "Lend me your ear."

"Uh?" You lean in as well, allowing him to whisper in your ear.

"I'll give you a vision." He says.

"Hah!" You laughed at his words. "Not even an Archon can give visions, what makes you think a bard can?"

"Wh- How'd you know about that?" Venti looks at you, taken a back.

"Common sense. I mean, if archons could give visions, would the Tsaritsa be giving out delusions to soldiers instead of visions?" You shrugged.

"M-makes sense...Then.." He thinks for a moment. "I'll sing you as many songs as you'd like! I'll be free entertainment for the tavern!"

"I'll pass. I'd rather not be forced to hear your voice for hours on end. Plus, I can think of a different way you can use your mouth and hands." You winked, joking.

Venti blushed. "How about you show me then?"

"Show you?"

"Yeah...I'll...I'll do whatever you want."

"You want booze that bad?"

"It's unlimited drinks, I'll do anything for that!"

"Pfft. Sure. Alright, what would you like to start with?"

--

"Unbutton that shirt of yours for me will ya?" You ask as you take off his cape and toss it elsewhere. He'd already taken off his corset earlier to 'allow room for more drinks'. He fumbles with the buttons, drunk.

"C'mon pretty boy, I ain't got all night." You say impatiently. He eventually gets it off.

"Hmm." You smile and grope his small tits. "Your only redeeming quality is your body."

He blushes and whimpers.

"Get on your knees." You order. Venti immediately drops to his knees. "Let's see what that mouth can do, hm?" You unbuckle your belt and take off your pants. Venti grabs the band of your underwear and pulls it down. He gasps at the size.

He takes a deep breath and covers your dick in saliva, licking from the base to the tip. He sort of kisses the head of your cock before putting almost half of your length in his throat. He sucks you off diligently, doing his best to satisfy you.

"Shit- You're pretty fuckin' good-" You groan. "You must do this often."

Venti tries to deny it but just gets you going even further the way he tries to say 'no' while still sucking you off.

"Probably do it for free stuff too. I bet everyone loves using your cute little body." You smirk.

"N-no! I don't I- I've never done this before!"

"Really now? Are you a virgin too?"

He nods. You smirk.

"You don't seem the type." You look at him with interest.

"I just didn't have the time.." He says.

"So if you did, you'd be a prostitute?" You joke.

"That's not what I meant!"

"You must watch a lot of porn though, it looks like you knew what you were doing." You say thoughtfully.

Venti turns red and looks away.

"I knew it, guess you were hoping an opportunity like this would come around, huh? Turn around."

Venti looks at you confused but turns around anyway. You gently push him closer to the floor and bring his ass close to your hips.

You grab your belt and tie his hands behind his back. You didn't have plans to force him into sex, you just liked the way guys looked when they're restrained.

"Hey! What're you doing?!" Venti turns his head to you and gasps as you pull his shorts down.

"What? You thought I was gonna stop at a blowjob?" You rub his pussy through his underwear.

"Well...fine...Go ahead." He turns back around.

"You don't sound all that excited about it. I don't have to do it if its gonna be like that, I guess I can deal with just blowjobs." You shrug.

"N-no! That's-"

"Hm?"

"...Please fuck me!"

"I don't know..." You tease his little dicklit.

"Fuh~ please! Please~ mmh~ pow~ pound my puh~ pussy with your co- cock, please! I beh- beg you!" He squirms in your touch.

"Oh? No problem." You grin, pulling his underwear down.

You start to stretch him out. "Just pu- put it in!" Venti shakes his head.

"You're so demanding now." You laugh and fulfill his command.

"Yes~!" He moans as he feels you bottom out. "Fuh- Fuck~ Don't wait!"

You do as he says and start pounding into him.

"More~! More~!" Drool spills out of his mouth.

You give him more, hitting his cervix over and over.

"Fuck- Fuck~!" He was too drunk to even feel much pain.

"Shit- feels good, huh?" You lick your lips.

"So good~ (Name)~!" Venti nods.

"Didn't take long for you to become a cock whore." You smack his ass. "Or maybe you were born one."

"Fuck! I'm a co~ cock whore~!"

"You just wanna take my fucking dick all night, don't you." You rub his ass, preparing him for another slap.

"Uh~!" He moans at the slap. "Yes~! Fuh- Fuck me all~ night~! Please~!"

"Of course." You bite his shoulder.

"Hngh~! Ah~! Clo- close! Close~!" Venti tightens around you.

"Me too-" You groan.

"Cuh- cum inside~! Im- impreg~ impregnate me~!"

"You wanna get knocked up?" You groaned again as you felt Venti reach his orgasm.

"Yes~! Gimme your kids~! Fuck- Fucking breed me~!"

"Cumming-" Your movements turned sloppy.

"(Name)~!"

"Fillin' you up. Gonna make you a dad-" You say as you cum inside of Venti.

"Don't- Don't you d-dare stop!" Venti starts moving his body against yours.

"Wasn't planning to." You grinned.

Horny catboy venti if your comfortable?? 😩

a/n: hi anon, i actually don’t take requests but i liked this idea so much i wanted to make this short drabble. perhaps i’ll take a few requests to see how i like this. sorry for the long wait!

mmm.. holding venti by his dainty throat n pinning him to the mattress,, meaty cock pounding all sense out of his stupid little head. i luv.

he’s covered in his own cum, tiny dick left bouncing between his spread legs as it twitches helplessly for attention.

venti claws at your strong wrist around his neck, gargling unintelligible pleads and hi-pitched moans. “stupid kitty, cant even talk straight can you?” you breathe out into his ear.

erratic thrusts slow into deep grinds. deliciously grazing over his throbbing prostate. venti whines and wraps his tail around your waist, encouraging you fuck him faster.

feline eyes blink slowly up at you, hazily taking in the sight of your perverted look. venti smiles up at you with that fucked out haze, slowly bucking his hips to meet your fat cock nestled inside his walls.

“ fuck me more. want more!” venti slurred out his demand before he even realized what he said, eyes widening as his ears stand in surprise at his own actions. “ w-wait, m’ sor— nng!!?”

harshly flipping him onto his stomach, you fuck into him at a brutal pace. pulsing cockhead bruising his bundle of nerves. “ giving orders now huh? should i put some fucking manners in that tiny brain of yours? mm?”

venti nearly screams at how deep your hitting inside him, your words combined with the delectable friction of the sheets against his swollen dick sends him hurtling into a toe-curling orgasm. with no warning but a loud moan ventis eyes roll into the back of his head as cum stains the sheets below him.

but you don’t stop. instead you tug at the base of his shuddering tail, using it as leverage to go deeper then before. scratchy wails fill the room as venti reels into his second orgasm embarrassingly fast.

sobs muffle into the pillow below him, mind going dumb at the feeling of your nonstop plunges into his fucked out hole. leaning down to whisper hotly in his ear: “ since you do whatever the fuck you want, m’ gonna fuck you full until i’m satisfied,” you snake a hand under him to rub his tummy “ fill you up so good with my seed you’ll bare my kittens. you’d like that wouldn’t you?” venti sobs out louder, ears twitching n pushing his hips back weakly to meet yours.

“of course you would.”

a/n: something small i wanted put out in apology for not posting anything in a while. TT.

⩥ xiaoslxt -> finding out they're into choking

Characters: Kazuha, Xiao, Scaramouche, Albedo, Childe, Ayaka, Kokomi

Genre: smut

Warnings: gn! Dom! Reader, choking/breathplay, a bit on the extreme side in Childe's, squirting in Ayaka's, passing out momentarily from an orgasm (Scara)

Format: headcanons

Taglist: @kreideprinzessin @irethepotato-reblogs @adalynn-is-lost

Kazuha

While you're in the middle of fucking, he unexpectedly takes your hand and presses it against his throat

You just go with it and squeeze slightly to test the waters. You did NOT expect him to moan like a bitch in heat

10/10 would recommend trying to go a bit harder next time. He's gonna cum in an instant

Afterwards he shyly tells you how much he loves it

Xiao

You're the only one he'd give up his power for, and it shows when he unexpectedly asks you to choke him

Albeit surprised, you do it and it's suddenly your favorite thing to do!

His eyes roll back and he can't even close his mouth, his dick twitching heavily

Later tells you that he always wanted to get overpowered by you with a thick blush on his cheeks

Scaramouche

Won't outright admit he loves when you choke him during sex, but he never objects when you do it

First time you did it, he came so much he passed out for a few seconds 😵‍💫

You're lucky he wears a high-collared shirt to hide the fingerprints – or else he'd never live the teasing down

Also! When he's bratty, just grab him by the neck and he's pliant instantly~

Albedo

Ahh pretty boy Albedo <3 he's a sucker for when you grab him by his neck, squeeze a little and tell him he's your good boy

He always writes his experiences in the bedroom down in a journal, and when he writes how much it turned him on... let's just say you do it almost all the time

Bonus points if you slightly press your thumb against his birthmark - he's gonna see stars

Whenever you choke him (which is like mentioned almost always) he cums so much he needs to take a break before round 2 💀

Childe

Mister loudmouth just needs to be taught a lesson and put in his place! Treat him like he's your pet, your cheap little whore - you name it! He's gonna be so good for you once you put him in his place

He loves when you get real rough with him, choke him so hard his vision gets blurry before you allow him to breathe properly again... he will literally cum right away

He wants you to force him down and take all the orgasms like a good little slut

Of course you will properly care for him afterwards - just before the roles reverse (if he has the energy left)

Ayaka

Has always wanted to try it out, but no former partner of hers seemed understanding of it - until you came along <3

The first time you tried it out with her, she came so hard she literally squirted all over you - she was so embarrassed and kept apologizing but you didn't mind, you told her it was the hottest thing !!

You always end up choking her while you rearrange her guts! She just loves it so much, going all cross eyed and her cunt spasms around your cock/strap

When you guys are done, you always kiss the marks around her throat and tell her how cute she looks all marked up <3

Kokomi

She once read about how good it feels to get choked while having sex and brought it up while you guys were about to do it - so you decided to give her a good time

She ended up loving it so much she screamed when she came (which she usually doesn't, so that's gotta mean something)

Ever since then, Kokomi made it a habit to not directly ask you to choke her, but instead she starts sucking on your fingers

Your pretty pillow princess turned out to be a pervert - not like you care though 😋

Denial

Omega!Bottom!FTM Kenma x Alpha!Top!Male Reader

Kenma couldn't force himself to think about any hot girls whenever the two of you would get off using each other's bodies. Not even that hot domme he saw on twitter could beat you.

🏐 Word Count: 2,021 🏐

AFAB Language Used | (had this in my drafts since DEC.. i forgor)

CW: Mild Dub-Con, Thigh Fucking, Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Voice Kink, Virginity Loss, Fingering, Creampie

“This is just what best friends do, Kenma.” You reassure him as you rub your cock in between his thighs.

“You're such a great friend.” You groan. Kenma silently stares in between his legs, extremely turned on and intimidated by your size.

You convinced him that doing this is perfectly normal between friends and that you’d be helping each other from getting blue balls.

“So you're into that kind of thing, huh?” You ask, looking at Kenma’s phone. He jumps and drops his phone in his lap. “Hey, don't be embarrassed. Nothing wrong with being into pegging. If it makes you feel better I’ll share my kinks too.”

Then one thing led to another and here you are.

It's risky for an alpha and an omega to do this kind of thing since it can escalate pretty quickly but you're both taking suppressants and you're virgins with absolutely no suitors, which helped get Kenma to agree.

“You just gotta imagine I’m a hot girl, like the one in that drawing.”

“Okay-” Kenma shuts his eyes and tries to visualize the hot fictional woman in the drawing he saw online. He tries his best to focus but the only thing he can think about is you. And how fucking hot you sound. The sound of your labored breaths and restricted moans is more than enough to make him come. Is it strange to get off on a guy’s moans? He slightly opens one eye, just enough so that he can see without you realizing, and shuts it right back when he sees you staring straight at him. Did you open your eyes first? Did you realize he opened his?

You bite down on your lip. “Shit— I’m close–” You warn him.

He opens his eyes. “‘s okay..” He mumbles. “You…you can.”

“Yeah? God, you're the best.” You groan. Kenma shudders and orgasms, his pussy longing for you to be inside it. He watches as spurts of cum splatter on his stomach and on the band of his sports bra. He wants to taste it. He wants it inside him. “Did you come?” You ask, wiping him off with a tissue.

“yeah-” Kenma says shakily, leaning back. “We…we should do it again..another time..”

“Agreed. This is so much better than getting rejected all the time.” You grin.

Kenma hugs your pillow as your cock slides back and forth in between in his ass. He’s once again only in his underwear. He has a vibrator, one part stuffed up his cunt and the other pressed against his t-dick. Kenma knows deep down he doesn't need the vibrator and that he could go multiple rounds just with your cock sliding against him but he doesn't want to admit that or worse, admit it to you.

You're under the impression that Kenma’s watching porn with noise cancelling headphones but in reality, the audio is muted and the noise cancelling feature is turned off. It's not gay to like the sound of a guy pleasing himself…it's basically the equivalent to watching porn with a guy who isn't afraid to moan.

“That's it– just lay there while I use you…like a good boy..” You resist the urge to slap his ass.

Kenma bites down on his lip. He’s glad you can't see his face or else you’d realize he doesn't give a shit about the random porno he has playing on his phone.

“So good for me…so fucking good..”

He whimpers quietly, his cheeks red. It’s hard to justify the arousal he’s feeling. He can't even convince himself that he's imagining some random girl saying that to him. He's getting turned on by you, your voice, your hands, your cock, your scent. He really wishes it was him you were thinking about. Then he wouldn't feel so weird.

Kenma’s toes curl when he hears your about-to-come voice. The slight change in pitch and your breathlessness is just what he needed to hear to push him over the edge.

“So good for daddy..” You groan. Nevermind, that is what he needed. Kenma squirts, shaking heavily. You come just seconds later.

You slowly breathe in and out, staring at the cum splatter on his back. There aren't many things more erotic than this. Your eyes trail down to his clothed pudgy cunt, a patch of his gray underwear darker than the rest, making you realize he squirted. God, you wish you could just stuff your face in that.

Kenma turns around and takes off his headphones. “I’ll shower first.”

You lean back into Kenma’s couch and look at him as he's avenging your character's death in the game you're playing. You wonder what he really thinks about all this. “Hey…I’m curious..”

“Hm?” Kenma hums.

“Can I touch you? Like…more than usual?”

He keeps playing the game despite his surprise. “If you want to.” His cheeks are red. “I don't mind doing whatever…cause we’re best friends, like you said.”

“Really? So I could like…finger you and that’d be okay?”

“Yeah.” His voice cracks a bit. “You could go all the way..if that's what you want..”

“Wow…okay.” You gulp, slowly inching towards Kenma. You hesitantly place your hand on his thigh before sliding it inside his shorts. He does his best to keep fighting the boss while your fingers explore the space between his legs. “Is this okay?”

“Mhm-” He nods, losing focus as you reach his dick. He lands the final hit on the boss and pauses the game. He can feel your heavy breaths.

“You're so wet— sorry.”

“‘s fine. You can…you can talk.”

You feel more confident now. “I just started and you're already this worked up..” You murmur, sliding a finger inside him. “See how easy that was..” You slowly add a second one. Kenma leans back. His heart is beating so loudly. He sets his controller next to him, then roughly grips the arm of the couch. Your fingering skills need work but Kenma definitely can't tell.

“Uh~ Daddy~” Kenma moans, a bead of sweat drips down his forehead. The noise you made in response makes him shudder.

“Say it again.” You breathe out, somehow finding his g spot.

“Daddy!” He cries out, his cunt aggressively squeezing around your fingers.

“Good boy.” You take your hand out of his pants. The two of you look at each other for a few seconds before turning away. You’ve both decided to ignore the elephant in the room.

“I- I’m gonna…. clean up..” He says, standing up abruptly.

Kenma figures that since you’ve basically given up on getting a girlfriend, he no longer has to feel bad about his arousal towards you. He can just give you everything a romantic partner provides without even having to tell you about his feelings. It's perfect.

“You did really well today.” Kenma holds your hand, pulling you inside your hotel room. “We're going to the quarterfinals ‘cause of you.” He pushes you against the door. He pulls your shorts down while getting onto his knees. He kisses your length and tucks his hair behind his ear.

“This is so much better than an after party.” You throw your head back as he sucks your cock. He makes good use of his tongue as he takes all of you in his mouth. Kenma’s head bobs up and down while he humps his hand.

The two of you jump at the sound of knocking at the door.

“Hey!” Kuroo calls out your name. Kenma knows he should get up and hide in the bathroom but he just can't pry himself away from your cock. You grab a fistful of Kenma’s hair and push him further along your length, letting him know you don't want him to leave either. “You're not coming to the party?” He jiggles the door handle. Kenma looks up at you with the most seductive eyes you've ever seen, his tongue swirls around your cock.

“Are you asleep?” He knocks again.

“I’ll be there later!”

“You better be! You're the reason we're celebrating! And tell Kenma to come too!” Kuroo leaves.

The adrenaline rush makes your cock erupt like a volcano in Kenma’s mouth. Kenma swallows it all then stands up. He leans into your ear. “I’ll give you something else after the party.” He smiles, making his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

As soon as you get back to the hotel room, you press Kenma against the door, reversing your previous positions. You couldn't stop the guys from getting you drunk. You forgot you're not supposed to drink alcohol when you're taking suppressants and now you're extremely horny. “Sorry, Ken-” You mumble with your face buried in his neck. “You're such a good friend for me…so fucking good, baby.” You quickly expose both of your lower halves and grab Kenma’s legs, your dick throbbing against his pussy.

“Wa- wait-” Kenma looks down. He was planning for this but he didn't anticipate you acting like this. He's only a little tipsy but he can tell his scent is making you drunker. And your strong pheromones definitely aren't helping him suppress his own.

“You can handle it, Ken, it won't even hurt.” You slowly align the tip of your cock with his entrance. “‘Cause your pussy’s made for me. It’ll fit.”

His cheeks are burning hot. He knows you're super drunk and super influenced by your arousal and his pheromones but hearing that makes his heart flutter. He is made for you. Every part of him. It won't hurt. “Ye- yeah- it's made for you.” He watches your lips curl into a smile.

“That's right.” You slowly slide inside him without much resistance. “There we go…there we go, baby.”

Kenma digs his blunt nails into your shoulders and presses his head against the door. It does hurt but it's not as bad as he thought. He moans your name. None of the dildos he's used could even come close to your cock.

“Fuck—” You moan. You sink your teeth into his neck. Kenma gasps, his eyes widening. You marked him. He bites down on his lip and grins as you bottom out. He knows it's wrong but he's so glad you marked him. Now you have no choice but to stay with him. You belong to him.

You thrust into him slowly. “You feel so good..”

He moans your name. “Yes- yes– like that—” He loves the pace you're going at, it gives him the opportunity to really take you in properly. He doesn't even care if his teammates can hear him. He's too happy. “Daddy~”

“‘M gonna knock you up, Ken…breed you til you're full.” You grow.

“Yes! Breed me~!” Kenma squeals. He rolls his eyes back and moans shamelessly. He's already gonna come.

You quicken your thrusts. “Mine.” You both reach your climax at the same time, his pussy happily takes in your seed.

You slowly open your eyes. Kenma’s next to you fast asleep and wearing your shirt. Your memories of last night are foggy. All you remember is fucking Kenma and marking him. You wonder if he’s mad at you. You hope not...this is what you wanted all along. You didn't plan for it to happen so soon though.

He wakes up thanks to you shuffling out of bed. He says your name sleepily.

“Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up.”

“‘s fine.” He sits up. “Last night…”

“I…I barely remember it, but I know I marked you..” You stare at the teeth marks on his neck. “I’ll take full responsibility. You're my best friend so I won't abandon you.”

“Thanks..” He smiles softly. “I don't mind. It's better than dealing with rejection and break ups, right?”

“Right.” You nod, smiling back.

“Can you help me shower? My legs are sore.”

“Of course." You pick him up.

The team stares at you and Kenma as you sit down for breakfast. They're almost done eating. Kenma’s ears are bright red.

“Soo…” Kuroo pokes the last chunk of his food with his fork. “Should we be worried about…a baby….?”

Kinktober day 3 : Daddy Kink

It is odd writing for a kink I find weird, but it is a good excercise

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TW : Daddy Kink(duh), Brat Taming, Choking, Hair pulling, Spanking, Praise

Character : Uzui Tenma

GN!Reader (read as dick or strapless strap)

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“Call me daddy.”

“No”

“Call me daddy!”

“No.”

This is a, currently, normal conversation between you and your Olympic gold medalist boyfriend. Uzui Tenma, descendant of Uzui Tengen, a demon slayer. Tenma is a gymnast and he has a bit of a rude streak, flipping off photographers and choking reporters.

Recently he has been trying to get you to call him Daddy. You have been together for a while now and these last few weeks his urging has only gotten more aggressive. From simply asking to straight up demanding you. This is the most aggressive he has been with you.

His hand gripped yours as his face turned into a pout. His silver hair that never went past his ears, fell into his face. Violet eyes staring into yours.

“Call me daddy.”

You simply sighed, Tenma is being a brat. An annoying one at that. As tempting as it is to put him in his place, you don’t really want to waste your energy. Especially on a hot summer day like today. Japan is humid as FUCK.

But if he keeps this up your anger will make you act.

“Do it.”

You poured yourself a glass of ice water, straight up chugging it to cool off. This is not the first time he wanted attention or sex. This is, however, the first time he has been such a brat.

“Call me daddy.”

Your temper is wearing thin. A worn rope at this point. A rope holding your sanity together. A rope that is fraying and held on by threads.

“Do it already!” He is whining at this point

Tenma childishly tugged at you, pulling your arm. Pressing himself onto you, making it warmer than it already was. Sweat dripped down your face.

The heat is starting to piss you off too.

“Stop Ignoring me”

The rope snapped.

“Call-Hrk.”

Your hand found its way to his throat. Dragging him to your shared room and throwing him onto the bed. You straddled him, he was already hard.

“I fucking had enough. You are SUCH a Brat, Tenma. Would you shut up already?” Growling as you gripped his face

“Make me.” A sly grin stretched across his face

“Fine.”

Wrestling his pants and underwear off and laying him across your lap, you gripped his hair. Smacking his ass hard, he yelped.

“The fuck was that for?”

“Count” You tugged at his hair when he glared, landing another slap on his ass

“…. One…”

“Louder.” Another slap

“AH! TWO!”

Another slap.

“THREE!”

Time passes and the number higher

SMACK

“Tw-twent- twenty.” Tenma hiccups

By the time you were done, his ass was a brilliant red. Fat tears dripped down his cheeks. You gently put him onto the bed, lightly rubbing the red skin. His hard hadn’t ceased, it simply dripped with pre cum.

“Are you sorry for being a naughty brat?”

“Ye- yes… I’m sorry.”

“Good boy. I’m sorry I was so harsh on you. You took your punishment well.” You kissed his tear soaked cheek

“Please. Please take care of me.”

“I will.”

Lube soaked fingers plunging in and out of his hole, forcing him to bite his shirt collar to hold back his sounds. Stretching him open as his eyes screw shut.

He lays on his back, pillow under his shoulders. Tears drying. Legs open with his knees bent. Cock standing proudly, drooling

“Ready?”

“Mhn.”

“I need to hear it baby.”

“Yes… I’m ready.”

With Tenma’ s confirmation, you entered him. Slowly bottoming out and slowly rocking your hips, grinding against his prostate.

“Mo-move.”

Starting with slow and long movements. Pulling out to the tip and fully sheathing again. Motion repeating, slowly speeding up.

He opened his arms, almost as if he is demanding that you get closer to him.

“Please…. Daddy?”

“Is this a new kink of yours?~” you cooed as you leaned into his grip, stilling as his hands burying themselves into your tank top and his face into your neck

“Darling?”

“…..yes” his voice muffled from pressing himself into you

“You could have just told me.” Pressing a kiss into his hair

He pulled away, his red face said everything. Eyes looking away from you as tears started to fall again. He chewed at his lip.

“Where you embarrassed?”

He nods

“Baby.”

The amethyst crystals that are his eyes finally meeting yours

“Let daddy take care of you now, baby boy~”

He moans as you purred into his ear.

You move. Your hips meet his red ass at every thrust. He cries as you piston into him at a rough pace. Fast, but not harsh nor punishing. Just fast.

“D- Daddy!” He gasps out “Da- daddy Please!”

“Yes, baby?” You kiss his cheeks

“Kiss. I wanna kiss.”

“Of course.”

Pressing your lips together gently, he closed his eyes. His muscular legs wrapped around your waist. His arms that are just as strong pull you closer as his eyes shut. You pulled away, Tenma cries out louder when your hand starts to jerk him off.

“Gonn- gonna cum.” He chokes out

“You cumming baby? You cumming?”

You bite his neck

“Daddy”

“Cum.”

You both released at the same time. His staining the front of his shirt. Sweat making your clothes stick to your skin.

“We need a shower.” You leaned on him

“Together?”

“Yeah.”

Ashe x Male Reader

Content Warning!-Deepthroating, mentions of blood, biting, rough sex, sex with a demon.

People probably won’t know who this little man is, but I’ll still post this.

(I made this really late so this might not make sense lol)

Ashe puts his head down on your cock and keeps it there while he struggles to fit you in his throat. “Your taking me so good baby.” His hands grip onto the base of your hips, holding you steady as you pump him up and down. He starts to gag as you thrust your hips deeper down his throat, your dick hitting the back of his throat. You suddenly cum and watch as he swallows some of your seed, pulling off to catch some air. The rest of your seed spilt all over his face, some even getting in his hair.

You pull back slightly from Ashe to kiss his neck, nipping at his skin, then biting it. Drops of thick blood falling as you lick it up. As you let go, he immediately grabs your dick, covering it with some precum. He lines himself on your dick and immediately slams himself down on it. You take control of the situation and flip him onto his back, thrusting harshly into him.

He grunts out and looks at you, his empty eyes are wide with surprise. Your thrusts are quick and rough, your breath harsh against his neck. He digs his nails into you the skin on your back. Staring intensely at you with lovestruck eyes, clawing your back hard enough to bleed.

After a few seconds, Ashe is panting and groaning beneath you. Cockdrunk and unable to process anything that’s going on.

You have to do this more often.