𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬

good evening have you considered healer scaramouche

Yan Genshin Boys / Sleeping Arrangements.

Childe

Childe goes for the classic fake out, further proving that you’ll never catch a break. He’ll seemingly be out like a light, an arm loosely thrown over your waist, snoring softly into the pillow. You can even say his name a few times and he won’t budge. However, the second you start to wriggle out of his hold, it turns ironclad. The air is all but knocked out of your lungs from the strength behind his grip. He’ll then whisper in this husky, low voice, where do you think you’re going? So much for that. He occasionally makes jokes that he might need to buy some chains if you keep getting rowdy at night. At least, you think they’re jokes because he laughs at them, but you get a sense he might be serious. He favors resting his chin atop your head and holding you flush against his chest from that point onward. Good luck trying to get out of his hold, it’s not going to happen. 

Diluc

In true repressed Victorian ‘gentleman’ fashion, he doesn’t dare sleep in the same bed as you unless you specifically request it. Even then, he has his reservations. He was already struggling to maintain a veneer of propriety when you were clothed in layers from head to toe, now he’s got to stay strong when you’re wearing flimsy night clothes…? Of course, he’ll never reveal this as the reason behind his hesitation. Since you’re got him wrapped around your little finger, if you keep on insisting, he’ll give in eventually. Having him around is honestly not a bad idea in the winter, he radiates warmth. He’s so determined to stay on his side of the bed that you wonder if he thinks the world itself would end should he cross the invisible divide. You’ll very rarely wake up to him in the mornings since he’s such a busy man, but when you do, you’ll discover his hand had found yours sometime during the night. His face will turn the same shade as his hair when he learns of this. 

Kaeya

One might think the Calvary Captain runs low on energy when a day full of his schemes comes to its conclusion, but it’s quite the opposite. He thinks that this makes for a great time to catch up with you. He’ll slide under the covers and regale you with the shenanigans he’s witnessed lately. What’s annoying about it is that he’s such a naturally gifted storyteller, so you can’t help but get invested, no matter how hard you try to project apathy. You’ve learned more about the people of Mondstadt during his subjugation than you have living there for years. He’ll get to the juiciest part of a story and then leave you hanging unless you cuddle with him. If you have trouble sleeping, he’s unexpectedly good at soothing the issue, he’ll play with your hair and whisper in that deep voice of his until you’re out for the night. It’s probably the closest thing to tenderness without any ulterior motive that you’ll ever get from him. 

Zhongli

Zhongli’s more inclined to work around your preferences than the others, to an extent. He feels it’s advantageous for you to feel in charge when it comes to smaller details, so you’re more willing to overlook the control he has over the rest of your life. If you’re willing to sleep in the same bed as him, he makes no disruptive movements and prioritizes letting you rest up well for the day ahead. Sleep isn’t a must for Zhongli, yet to fully experience the life of a mortal, he gives it his best shot. There’s nothing he adores more than if you tend to talk or grumble in your sleep. While you’re conscious, there’s a filter in place that prevents you from saying anything regrettable; a feature not found when slumber reigns. He most definitely will try talking to you in a gentle whisper to coax out any secrets your lips would be otherwise sealed to. 

Albedo

Albedo is another who doesn’t really need sleep, but he enjoys all the bonding possibilities that come with sleeping side by side. He’s good at telling when you’re in REM and always asks you about your dreams the next morning, finding the information pivotal to better understanding you. He can’t help but think about how less lonely you make his otherwise secluded lifestyle. Most of his night consists of him pondering different matters relating to you, from what he should make for breakfast to envisioning your future. If he’s noticed you aren’t a light sleeper, he may feel bold enough to kiss your shoulder or clavicle since you can’t object. He’s able to gain a better understanding of your anatomy from the hours he spends committing your appearance to memory. It’s no wonder that his drawings of you are so lifelike down to the last detail — he can practically model you in his mind in anyway he sees fit. 

Xiao

You have to passionately plead your case to convince him to quote, ‘stop being weird’, end quote. If it weren’t for your interference, he’d see no issue with standing in the corner and staring at you all night. Xiao still doesn’t understand why you’re so huffy about his preference, but if it means giving you one less thing to complain about, then he guesses he can go along with it. Since adepti don’t really need sleep in the same way mortals do, he never thought he’d see the appeal in lying down and doing nothing for eight or so hours, but you’re starting to make him curious. You’ll be readjusting one night when you unexpectedly meet resistance akin to slamming into a brick wall. As it turns out, it’s Xiao’s chest, and he’s just been chilling there as if it was the most normal thing ever. Getting back to sleep after that scare is a tricky endeavor. He’ll quietly reassure that he isn’t doing anything depraved, which is almost stranger in a way. He really is just sitting there for hours and observing. It makes your skin crawl. 

Scaramouche

He actually sputtered in offense when you questioned what he was doing the first time his arms snaked around your waist. His grip was way too tight to be comfortable, for one, and his head was so close to your neck that his hair kept tickling the exposed skin. He grumbled about how ‘overdramatic’ you were despite the fact your lungs were actually crying out for air. This is what couples do, is it not? He’s mostly just embarrassed that his desperation for skin-to-skin contact came out so obvious. Proceeds to tone it down a touch by at least allowing your respiratory system to carry on uninhibited, generous lover that he is. Fortunately for you, he naturally relaxes his hold as the night progresses, and tends to curl into a fetal position. You can expect to hear gentle whimpers of your name that he violently denies should you ever bring it to his attention come morning. He’ll similarly combust on the spot if you refer to what he’s doing as ‘cuddling.’ No, this isn’t cuddling, it’s… being in close contact with another! Are you such a dullard that you can’t tell the difference? (He will die on this hill).

Kazuha

You grow increasingly convinced by the day that beneath his soft-spoken and gentle exterior, there lies a true mastermind. It’s suspicious how, despite his many survival skills, your campfire always seems to dwindle when the moon is high in the sky. How convenient is that? Then you have no choice but to snuggle up against him in your tent for warmth. You have no idea how he does it and he’ll innocently deny any accusations you send his way. Kazuha allows for some space between you if you demand it, but starts inching closer when he can tell you’ve fallen asleep by your breathing. No one can rival his stealthiness. He forces himself to stay awake no matter how exhausted he may be so he can admire your features. Sometimes, he’ll brush his fingers over the various grooves of your face, the touch so featherlight that you’ll remain none the wiser. He kinda considers this time as the best outlet to get his creepy urges out. For this reason, he’s always in an extra good mood when it starts to get dark out. You’d be right in thinking you probably don’t want to know why. 

⸸ Yandere Lobotomy Corp — Plague Doctor Headcanons ⸸

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

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

That was everything the Plague Doctor was meant to be.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why? Whywhywhywhy--W H Y?

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

WHY WON'T YOU WORSHIP HIM?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Eldritch

Okay I’m back because I just had a thought. (Crazy ik 💀) but Scara would absolutely welcome his darling riding his face. If he dies being suffocated by you then so be it. Between your thighs with your cunt on his mouth. TO DIE BY THIGH IS THE WAY OF A WARRIOR!!! Let’s say you’re a heavy girl… man he don’t care. You accidentally break his neck? He’d cherish the cast and he’d welcome it happening again

-🔪 anon

YES “you wanna sit on my face so bad (manipulative)”

he’s begging you to put your entire weight onto his face as he slobbers all over your pussy— and although his whiny voice is muffled by your wet folds, that doesn’t stop him from whimpering out your name and begging for more. More of you, more of your taste, the feeling of you body on top of him, just more of everything. He’s so un attached from the world that he’s unaware at just how hard his hands are gripping into the flesh of your legs, or how pathetic his moans sound. He can’t help it when your juices taste so delicious, or how your thighs feel right at home at each side of his head.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche’s cock aches so painfully in his pants but he just can’t find the motivation to reach down to rub himself off, because having your thighs in the tight grip of his hands to keep you from crawling away, requires him needing to use every last drop of energy he has. Squirming around on top of him doesn’t help at all— because if anything, it’s adding onto your own overstimulation with the way his tongue flops out to play around with your swollen clit. “Mmpfh—! Love it so mwuch… please, w-wan’ more!” He sobs into your folds, tears of desperation pooling at the corner of his eyes that he had originally screwed shut, his toes curling while he tries to thrust his hips upwards to ease the tension in his underwear.

He doesn’t not care one god damn bit if you’re on the heavier side, because he’s begging you to sit on his face either way. If anything, he takes it as an opportunity to try to impress you and show off his strength. You’re self conscious about your weight and decline his offer to sit on his face? He says that he’ll drop down to his knees and beg if he has to, if it meant you would agree and indulge into his fantasies.

You taste so fucking divine, and if nearly suffocating from under you meant he could feel your body so close— your cunt rubbing right against his mouth and your gorgeous thighs wrapping around his head, he thinks that death wouldn’t be bad at all…

L m a o gets you to sign his neck brace while saying he’d do it again in a heart beat. He so funny :( love him

Probably also cums untouched when your squirt all over his face, LOL swallows it all like liquid gold

can i order a fluffy smutty yandere male housewife x CEO darling?

cw. delusion, sexual themes, surveillance, yandere themes

is a dog in human form. he could be seen more as your caretaker rather than your partner. with the way he does everything and anything for you. gently, though reluctantly, wakes you on weekdays for your work. prepares meals and drinks for you, all of them containing his saliva and other fluids of his. cleans your room, not before drowning his senses in your smell, this usually results in him lying belly down on your side of the bed with his face smushed against your pillow as his hands work his member. spending the day cleaning the house, the clothes, redoing certain areas that are in need of organising and all the while he’ll do that while listening to you going about your day through the hearing device stitched in your clothes.

if he has spare time, he’ll reward himself by making a small lunch while watching recent tapes that he’s recorded of the two of you lovemaking. when your day of working is done, you’re greeted by a table full of your favourite meals, your husband sitting and happily watching you eat his food. don’t forget to compliment his food and give him a headpat, or else he’ll delude himself into thinking you had eaten somewhere else, by the hands of another, and you enjoyed theirs more than his.

your househusband is a very…devoted man. easily jealous of anyone who speaks to you, which is why the hearing device comes in handy. he knows he can trust you, you’ve proven it to him multiple times without your knowing. but those revolting fiends that you are forced to deal with has his body fuming with anger. you returning home is one of his highlights of his days, he becomes absolutely bubbly and doting, sticking to you like gum that won’t come off no matter how hard you try. and his most favourite thing of all, the one thing he looks most forward to, is your reward for his good work. inviting him to love all over your body, to take care of your tired body, let him work the stress off from work. allow him to lick and clean you before dirtying you all over, inside and out. he’ll beg and whine throughout, good thing he has a new tape to listen to on his free time now.

CAPITANO rarely gets carried away. as a harbinger, he is well known for his prowess in combat and petrifying demeanor. he stands well over seven feet tall — the ominous mask adorning his face not making him look any less intimidating. his gloved hands are so large that he could crush your skull with ease if he felt like it. despite all of this, your lover is never anything but gentle with you. his hugs are soft, strokes on your hair even softer.

and yes, it even transfers into the bedroom. capitano’s touches against your skin barely put pressure against your skin — just enough to let you know he’s still there. never a rushed moment, he takes his time prepping and spoiling you from the moment he lays you back on the bed. as much as you beg him to let you pleasure him, his guttural huffs tell you that he prefers it like this. you tell him it’s okay to be rougher, to be more domineering — but is it really a good idea when his cock is larger than your forearm?

as much of a sucker as he is for you, being rough with you is something that he clearly has a problem with doing. even though a voice in the back of his head is telling him to give in, the rational part is warning him of the consequences of being selfish. you absolutely don’t care — you’re dead set on him touching you as if you’re anything but glass. hours and days of following him around and begging him shamelessly finally pay off. he begrudgingly agrees but tells you that this is what you asked for. you’re so excited by the prospect of something different that you don’t even register his warning.

oh, how you should have.

tattered blankets and the feathers of ruined pillows litter the floor and bed. the bed frame is practically caved in, the beautiful canopy above now crumbling in on itself. and the headboard? completely pulverized under capitano’s monstrous grip. even as your body is screaming for rest, he still hasn’t let up on you. now forgoing the metal mask he usually wears, he’s become a feral creature with a one-track mind. his long, slimy tongue slides itself over every inch of bare skin available to him — saliva coating your upper body and parts of your face.

how many orgasms have you had? what time was it? what day was it? you didn’t have an answer to any one of these questions. you thought that after his first two orgasms that he would be done. hah, how wrong you were. the grip that his clawed hands had on your hips was certainly going to leave many dark bruises the next day. the remains of your bedsheets below were soaked in your release, however many it was after you lost count. you were so deep into overstimulation that tears poured down your burning cheeks to mix with his spit.

it felt like his cock only kept getting bigger and bigger each time he speared it into your poor pussy. the tip hit so deep you swore that you could absolutely feel it in your guts — which wouldn’t be too far off. he seemed so entranced by the feeling of his unhinged dominance, so far gone. no matter how many times you tapped his arm to let him know you couldn’t take it, it went completely ignored. you knew that he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied, until he had used your body like a fleshlight with no regard for anything else. the feral look in capitano’s eye only served to remind you of the words he spoke before your fate was sealed.

“this is what you asked for.”

omg id love if you could write a drabble of creator ignoring venti as punishment. maybe with some nsfw if you could. please and thank you 🙏🏻🙏🏻

When Punishment Is Met With Perseverance

Ok, so this has been absolutely circling in my head since I got it because it's such a good concept and I really wanted to do it justice, so without further ado

Warnings: 18+ content so minors stay away, general Sagau, Sub Venti/Dom reader, obsession, codependency, oral (receiving), mild degradation at one part, reader is pretty explicitly female here

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It had been exactly three hours, fourty five minutes, thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven seconds, and counting, since you had last spoken a single word to him, graced him with your voice.

It was an accident, even if it didn't look it.

It's not as though he didn't feel bad for almost killing a guard after overhearing a few unpleasant choice words that he thought were directed to you.

The first hour Venti just sulked, allowing you the honor of space in the hopes that you would soften up a bit.

The second hour, he tried to reinsert himself into your good graces with his well-known playful demeanor, choosing to wrap his arms around your shoulders when you weren't facing him, whispering praise and apologies as he held tighter to you, and you still refused to pay him any mind.

"My love, my muse, the object of my complete devotion, please talk to me? I'm really sorry, I promise not to be so reckless again."

He was slowly wearing you down, everytime he whined for your attention, pleated for any form of affection.

He tried to draw a reaction out from you physically, resting his head on your shoulder and kissing your neck between desperate pleas.

He went as far as to situating himself on you and wrap his arms around your torso, just holding you there for a few minutes as he basked in your warmth, wishing so intensely to hear something other than just your heartbeat.

Nothing worked, you held strong, he was never going to learn if he kept softening you up in situations like these, you can't keep giving into him.

The third hour was when he got truly desperate, situated himself on his knees, lowering himself before you, begging and praying and whining out things that made it hard to keep blush from dusting your features.

"Please please please talk, please say anything, wouldn't you like to berate me? I'll accept it gladly, just please do it."

You were starting to feel worse, both at his desperation and in the fact that you found it so attractive.

It was almost impossible not to, him making those noises, how he looked up at you with teary eyes, how he pressed soft kisses just below your knee as he stayed sitting on the floor.

It was at the halfway point in the third hour when he started trying to 'seduce' you, undressing himself down so that his clothes were practically hanging off his body, putting himself on display, making noises that were getting harder and harder to constitute as non sensual.

He poured all of his desperation into every time his lips touched your skin, mumbling how he wanted so badly for you to use him, let him please you, atone for his sins on his knees.

You tried so hard to refuse to look at him, to just ignore this completely undignified display, stop your body from reacting to how much it turned you on.

"Please my goddess," Venti practically moaned, "Use me, please use me, I'm yours."

You finally broke, grabbing his neck as he let out a giggle at the sudden action, his eyes filled with need and worship.

"You're pathetic, how do you think Mondstadt would feel to knew their beloved God was acting like such a slut, hmm?"

He let out another sultry whine and kissed your hand, "Mmmm, don't care, it's all for you, I'll act like anything you want me to~"

You rolled your eyes, moving your unoccupied hand so that your thumb was resting on his bottom lip.

He took it into his mouth without thinking, sucking and moaning as you added another.

"Fucking desperate..."

He would be obligated to agree with you if his mouth wasn't being put to other uses, deciding instead to respond by trying to take your fingers deeper, moaning louder to show his complete enjoyment.

After a moment of this you let go of your hold on his neck, causing him to fall to the floor again with a thud.

He immediately moved to start drowning you in affection, kissing and grabbing at your thighs, trying to prove his worth.

He was inching his way ever so closer to you, his intentions would be obvious to anyone in a five mile radius.

You let out a 'tsk' of disapproval, grabbing his hair and pulling him back.

"Ah, n-no, no please, I need it, I need to, please—"

"Then prove it. Beg, use that pretty voice of yours to convince me to let you."

He melted, you called his voice pretty.

Not feeling like giving in just yet, he let out an exaggeratedly pained whine, crawling up your legs with the intent of stealing a kiss. You pushed him back down, giving him something akin to a playful glare which caused his lips to turn upward in a slight smile.

It was hard denying him when he looked so incredibly cute.

He had never begged for anything that didn't pertain to you in some way, you really had a way of ruining him.

"My most divine and merciful love, I beg you, I need you, I want you more than anything. Please, use me, I'll do anything you want, let me make up for my behavior—"

He was cut off, mid-plead, as you gripped his hair tighter, causing him to choke on his own words.

"Go ahead then."

That was all he needed.

With a slight pained look in his eyes, Venti smiled, crawling up your body and capturing your lips in a kiss.

It was brief, not nearly as intense as when he was drooling around your fingers, but it was certainly a start.

He pulled back, resting his forehead against yours with his eyes closed as he breathed deeply, simply basking in how sinfull the air was that surrounded the two of you.

You took the opportunity to put your hands on his shoulders and push him back to his knees. He dropped as if weightless, completely hypnotized by the feeling of your hands on him.

The arousal clouded your mind as well, you let your fingers curl into his hair, guiding him to where you were ready and waiting.

His lips moved down to your inner thigh once again, his touch making you shudder as he started sucking and licking at biting your sensitive skin.

You let out something akin to a stifled moan, he moved to a place kisses on your lower stomach in response, a bit above where you needed him.

Desperately, he pulled your underwear down, the last barrier in the way of him getting what he wanted, what he was dying for.

You tried your best to suppress a small whimper, wanting to maintain the power in this situation, which you knew he would be more than happy to steal from you.

He went to work, his moans of pleasure ringing out into the room as his tongue lapped gently at your arousal.

He tried to speak, to thank you and praise you, to whine that he wanted you to pull his hair harder. But you pushed down on the back of his head, stifling all of it.

He whined while continuing his actions, moving his hands behind you and trying to pull you closer, his touch sending shocks of pleasure through you.

Your fingers dug into the back of his head as your own rolled back, eyes closing as the incredible sensation built up, the feeling of his mouth on you, the feeling of complete devotion.

You let out half hearted strings of praise, almost slurring your words together.

His tongue eagerly lapping up everything you gave him, hoping so desperately for more. He was drunk off you, off the feeling of giving himself wholly over to you.

Pleasure rolled through you in waves, he really was too good at this, you had the multi-talented God at your feet completely captivated.

Muscles starting to tense up, you could tell you were getting close as he continued his onset of pleasure.

He could tell too, mumbling pleas into you, begging for you to come, he needed it so badly, it felt like he might die without it.

His actions became more desperate, less rhythmic but more intense, he pulled you tighter, moaned louder, pushed into you harder.

You felt climactic release overwhelm you as Venti's mouth kept going, not slowing down for anything, continuing throughout your orgasm and long after.

Eventually, you had to push him away, feeling the beginning of overstimulation setting in.

He was hesitant to move, completely content to go for another few rounds.

You pushed again, making your wants clear, and felt his mouth leave you as he whispered 'thank you' over and over like a mantra, not even attempting to move from his spot between your legs.

He, instead, rested his head on your thigh, occasionally pressing lazy kisses to the marks he left.

"You're too good at that, you know."

He smiled against you, tracing patterns your skin, "Mmmm, are you sure? I could always do it a few more times if you're not fully convinced."

You let out an airy laugh, "Maybe later."

He took that as a promise and continued to bath you in soft affection, content with silence.

This was the closest he had ever felt to eternal paradise, he might just have to start acting out more if you continued to reward him like this.

You shouldn’t stay…

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*stay and help your sweet puppy~*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Part 2/2 of my bloru sweet’n’spice collab event submission! @anantaru Fem!reader x Gorou, rutting, pussyjob, drooling, begging, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, biting

“Come on! Let me in!” You huff and knock on the door again, earning a frustrated groan from the other side. Gorou had woken up in a mood, he was flustered and frustrated the second his eyes opened. In a worried flurry of messy hair and strong arms, he scooped you up, shoved you out into the hall and hurriedly slammed the door shut. “I already told you! I don’t wanna hurt you so I’m not letting you back in. I’ve left some money on the kitchen table, go take yourself somewhere nice! Get some dango milk! Yeah! That stuff’s real good!” His voice sounded strained, it was obvious he was having a hard time “Please. Just do this for me. I’m not kicking you out to be mean, I just… I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I hurt you, okay?” You couldn’t really argue with that. If this was really what he wanted, you’d respect his wishes. You assured him you’d be back before sundown as you put snacks outside the door for him in case he got hungry.

You didn’t get far, of course you planned on leaving but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. Instead, you sat out on the front steps, deciding to read the newest edition of the Inazuma Travel Guide. It was a mindless task, there were plenty of pictures to stare at as your mind wandered back to your poor boyfriend, locked away in his room in his time of need. As nice as a trip into the city sounded, it’d be impossible to do anything but think of him. So you simply sat outside, thinking you were far enough away and quiet enough that he had no idea you were even there. Oh how wrong you were

You’d been outside for a few hours now, cycling between quiet activities. Reading, drawing shapes in the dirt, picking thorns off of flowers, back to reading. The sun was still high in the sky, the rays beating down on you. Man it was hot… but it would still be a few hours before your ‘trip to the city’ would be over, you had time to kill. Halfway through the final section of the travel guide, a shadow fell over you, the shape of a lean figure stood there looming over your hunched form. You hesitated a bit before looking back, your eyes landing on Gorou’s bare chest… and bare everything. All he wore was a towel (which was far too small to be wrapped properly around his waist). “How long are you gonna sit out here and torture me?” He breathed, his eyes unfocused and skin glistening with sweat. You just dumbly sat there, momentarily too confused to respond. First he told you to get out of the house, now he was upset that you were outside? You didn’t really get it

“Torture you? I’m just reading-“ “I can smell you. I thought I was going crazy cause I could still smell you even though you were in the city but no, you stayed right here when I told you to go” your eyes widened in surprise, unable to tell if he was truly upset with you. Your question was soon answered as he reached down, grabbing your arm to yank you back inside. “Gorou! But-! You told me to stay away!” You protest, trying to honor his wishes but his grip only tightened as he practically dragged you through the house. His room was a mess, clothes tossed about and wet splotches on blankets, evidence of how his rut was effecting him.

“Fuck what I said earlier, I can’t take it anymore, I need you” his pretty hands gripped your waist, holding you against his body “Ugh… It would have been better if you left but… Mm- I don’t want you to. I hate doing this alone. I don’t want you to go, I never wanted you to- I need you” you could feel how he shook, his body desperate for any contact at all. “I gotta fill you up- please let me put a baby in you” A simple, stunned nod of your head was all it took for him to crumble. The room spins as you’re pushed down into the pile of damp blankets, one would call it a nest but with the way it’s been thrown together so messily, it barely fits that description. He’s uncharacteristically rough with the way he yanks your clothes off, his pupils are blown wide, he almost doesn’t even look like himself. Your beloved doggy general is succumbing to his animal instincts in a way you have never seen before. Sure you’ve heard about it, he’s explained it all to you, but you’ve never witnessed a rut firsthand. All you can do is nod, you want this too, you want to hit this milestone in your relationship. You’re ready to experience this side of him.

His breath is shaky as he shoves his pants down, he’s so desperate- you can tell just by the way he moves, the urgency of his actions. When his aching, leaking cock pressed against your wet folds, he moaned in relief, high pitched and breathy. He could barely string a thought together now, his desperation clouding his mushy mind. Those strong hands gripped your thighs as he rutted between your folds, cock drooling at the needed stimulation. It doesn’t take long for him to paint your cunt white, his body seizing up as another orgasm was dragged from him. Gorou typically cums fast but never this fast…You have no idea how many times he’s came before but judging by stains on the sheets beside you, you could guess at least four. By now it had to hurt, right? Overstimulation such an excessive amount- but he went right back to it. He’s still hard, painfully so, he’s panting and drooling like a beast, nearly in tears as he fumbles to find your sweet hole.

“Oh please- please, take me” Gorou whines “take me” He’a spreading you open with his thumbs to gaze momentarily at your hole before ruthlessly sinking into you. You moan together, his hand shooting up to hold onto yours as he pounds you. The way he moves is so different than usual, your sweet, timid lover who’s now a wild, untamed beast. He doesn’t care about your volume, doesn’t care about the bed frame slamming into the wall, doesn’t care about the ruined clothes beneath you. All he wants is to fuck, to breed, that’s all he can think about. All he can manage to say is a mixture of ‘take it’ and strings of obscenities. His mind is long gone, even more so as he relishes in your scent. You feel the sting of his teeth piercing the skin of your neck, the hot trickle of blood and thick drool trailing down your chest. He’s overwhelmed and so are you, all of the sensations sending your head spinning. The pain, the pleasure, the need, the heat- Maybe his condition is rubbing off on you. As you feel yourself getting closer, that steady build up to release, Gorou cums yet again. He cries out, grip iron tight on your hip as he shoots his load deep into you. His other hand releases from yours, dropping down to rub at your puffy clit “Need you to cum too, cum for me” You arch into his touch, giving him just what he wanted. Your release only spurred him on, made him go harder.

The way you tightened round him, refusing to let him go, had him reeling. You want this just as much as he does. You want his cum, want his pups, want him to give you a big family. Gorou’s sluggish mind is full of images of you covered in his seed, heavy with his children. Archons sake- that’s all he wants, he just wants to breed you forever. The ache in his cock is too hard to ignore now, he’s so sore yet still hard. He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until you reach up to wipe his cheeks. You say something, something sweet and gentle, but he can’t make it out. Just one more… one more orgasm and he’ll be done for awhile. One more and he’ll be able to rest and tend to you as a good mate should. He’s practically purring as your warm hands trail up his flushed, wet face and into his hair and he’s gasping as you tug at his ears. You’re saying something else, you sound amused by his reaction, but he can’t focus anymore- he can’t focus on anything. His vision is clouded, his body feels like it’s on fire and with another tug to his oh-so-sensitive ears, he’s cumming again. It’s not much this time, a short, thick spurt is all you get after milking him so well last time. Gorou hurriedly pulls out before he collapses, not wanting to crush you when he falls over.

It took awhile to convince him to actually go to sleep. Gorou insisted he needed to clean you, needed to put his nest back together so you two could be comfortable however you knew that his rut would kick back in soon enough. He needed the rest… and so did you. The nest he built isn’t fantastic. As you two lay together you can feel lumps in the sheets and shirt buttons digging into your back. There’s a few snack wrappers crinkling around you too… Poor Gorou tried his best. Your mind wanders back to earlier, when your boyfriend had mumbled all kinds of stuff about breeding you. Did he really mean that? Or was it the rut talking? With the way his hand rested protectively on your tummy as he slept, it wasn’t too hard to believe that he really did want to make you a mama. Maybe you’d make him say it later, louder this time, what he really wants <3

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— title; when is a monster not a monster? (oh, when you love it).

— pairing; zhongli x reader

— summary; in which zhongli loses control and turns into a dragon, but you manage to bring him back.

— notes; i don’t play genshin, so i hope it’s not too ooc !! special thanks to @yuebloom​ and​ @degenerate-yandere and @teyvatstories​ for their support !! if anyone is interested, the song referenced in this fic is called asking the zither and can be found here !!

Screaming.

The sound that sears itself into your ears is like nothing you’ve never heard before, the hoarse scream of an enraged animal that vibrates through your whole body, scraping over your skin like claws.

With much effort, you finally manage to open your eyes. It’s excruciating. Your eyelids feel like they’re made of lead. Squinting against the sudden light, you try to sit up, but can only groan as your body erupts into joint-wrenching pains. Your face is wet, and dampness runs down into your collar.

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I really like ur Kazuha x Reader x Xiao fic!!! Is there ever a time though where Xiao isn't there and y/n and Kazuha get time together or Kazuha ever get secretly jealous even though he's more so caressing and gentle?

It's been a while since I wrote for this poly ship (~￣³￣)~

(Kazuha x fem reader)

★ warnings: kinda possessive/jealous sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside, praising, bdsm, slight angst, some fluff, overstimulation

Yes kazuha does get jealous sometimes. Xiao literally clings onto you like a baby and it's sometimes frustrating.

He sometimes feels like he's not even acknowledged in the relationship. By both you and Xiao.

You know this as well as he does so that's why you try to show him an equal amount of love as much as possible.

But lately xiao's been hogging you for himself and having sex with you a lot.

It's a new morning and you've pranced downstairs to the kitchen, where kazuha currently was, with a cheerful attitude.

"Good morning kazuha! Kiss~" you plant a kiss on his lips and pull away with a happy smile but it falters when you see his disinterested expression.

"hi y/n." He mumbles before walking away.

Your heart sinks. He didn't seem all that happy...

After quickly putting two and two together, you figured you two needed to spend some alone time together.

That's why you talked to Xiao about going on a one night trip with kazuha. He was pouty and hesitant at first, obviously upset that he wouldn't be tagging along but he understood the situation and promised not to bother you two.

Now here you two were, in a fancy hotel room.

You flop onto the bouncy mattress with a content sigh before urging Kazu to join you as well. "Kazuha, come here."

He looks around the place before tossing his jacket onto a chair. "Y/n...why did we come here?"

You tilt your head. "Hm? To spend some time together of course!" You chirp.

He looks over at you in surprise before his expression turns somber and you can tell he's on the verge of tears.

In a slight panic, you rush over to cup his face. "D-dont cry Kazuha...I know Xiao can be clingy but he does care about you. And so do I."

Kazuha doesn't reply for a moment and just stares at you with fascination before smiling a small smile.

A wave of relief washes over you until you notice how his eyes darken, turning into something predatory. He gently grasps your hands before whispering. "I'll have to see if that's true."

"Huh-?" You blink until he suddenly hoists you over his shoulder, earning a squeal from you before tossing you toward the bed.

The landing knocks the air out of your lungs before Kazuha quickly crawls on top of you and grabs both your wrists to pin above your head.

You gasp while gazing up at him. "W-what are you doing?"

He pulls off the loose tie from around his neck before binding your hands. "I'm going to test and see who you truly think about when we have sex."

Your eyes grow wide as a new panic starts bubbling in your chest. "W-what?! B-but, I always think about you Kazuha-!"

"shh, if that's really true then you don't have anything to worry about," he reassures with a sly smirk before tracing down your stomach and unbuttoning your shirt as well.

Kazuha's actually pretty possessive despite not showing it.

It was sometimes frightening. in the state he's in right now, you didn't even wanna think about what would happen if you accidentally called out xiao's name instead of kazuha's...

Kazuha places a chaste kiss on your cheek before grabbing your chin. "I'm going to blindfold you too. So just relax."

Your heart pounds when a soft and smooth cloth is wrapped around your eyes and you're shrouded in darkness.

Kazuha's slender fingers trail up from the bottom of your calf all the way to your ass and he massages the flesh, earning a quiet gasp from you.

"let's take this off," he murmurs silkily before dragging your shorts down along with the underwear.

After tossing them aside on the floor, he leans down to grab your calf and sweetly kisses your ankle.

Kazuha's wet kisses trail up from your ankle to your knee. "I love you," he breathes.

"I love you, I love you," he mumbles breathlessly making you giggle from the ticklish sensation.

"I love you more." You whisper but kazuha suddenly stops and glances over at you.

"you love who more?"

Your chest suddenly tightens from the realization of what you just said and you shift uncomfortably. "kazuha, you know I didn't mean it like that—a-ah!"

A sharp inhale is sounded from you when kazuha gives a long lick up your puffy folds. He had moved on already. Yet you couldn't even tell since you had no sight of him.

He hums, sending delicious vibrations up your spine and making you moan.

"I love the way you taste. The way you smell." He groans while grabbing ahold of your plush thighs and prying them apart.

You squeak and flex your wrists against the tie, feeling slightly embarassed knowing that you were on full naked display for your boyfriend.

But it's nothing he hasn't seen before. You can't see him right now but you can hear him unzipping his pants.

"gonna make you feel so good," He pants before shuffling back and yanking your body down to the edge of the bed.

You yelp from the harsh pull until your legs are thrown over Kazuha's shoulders. He lands a harsh smack on your ass, causing you to cry out and flinch.

Why was he acting like this? This wasn't like him...it honestly seemed more like xiao's behavior.

Wait...is that what he's trying to do?? Act like Xiao to confuse you?!

That stupid jerk!

You open your mouth, ready to call him out for it but before you could even get the first letter out, Kazuha already thrusts in, filling you to the absolute brim.

A shaky moan mixed with a sob rips from your throat as you throw your head back.

Kazuha only tilts his head with a cheeky smile. He knows you figured it out. He observes you and Xiao all the time so he knows how to read you and act just like him.

That's why he's the one in charge.

Your breathing is shallow from the tingling sensation in your lower belly but your moment of rest is short lived since Kazu starts pounding away.

Electric jolts of pleasure are constantly shocking your body as you mewl and arch your back. "k-kazuha, kazuha, kazuha-"

"seems like you still remember my name. I'm impressed," he grunts while gripping your thighs.

"o-of course I remember-! Y-you're my ngh- my boyfriend," your words are breathy and barely voiced but kazuha hears them.

He continues to rut inside you, his eyes hypnotized on the way your beautiful tits bounce up and down. Your walls hug his length so fucking perfectly everytime he drags his thick cock in and out.

He sucks in a breath before running a hand up your side and squeezing. "Don't you have another boyfriend too?"

"y-yes! But I-I love them both! so much!" Your voice comes out high pitched near the end of your sentence since kazuha flicks your clit with his thumb.

His eyes soften as sweat begins to form on his overheating body. "I know. Such a good girl...our good girl."

He leans over to kiss your spit covered lips, gnawing playfully on your bottom lip. You meet it with equal passion and soon enough, your body starts to prickle with that familiar sinful buildup.

"ah, cum, I'm gonna c-cum Kazu," you mewl while relishing the way his tongue traveled around your earlobe then down your neck.

"I know. You deserve it baby. Cum for me," he whispers in a hoarse tone before grabbing your hips to keep you as close as possible.

His thrusts turn into frantic humping as your sweet juices and arousal flow down from where you two were connected.

Your pleasured moans turn into cries of overstimulation as you writhe and thrash around but as tough as it was for kazuha too, he kept going until you both reached your climaxes together.

Your legs go rigid and you grip the bedsheet once that lightning hot coil finally snaps. A broken sob slips past your lips when you shudder and float to cloud nine.

Your rhythmic pulsating walls send Kazu over the edge and he gasps before spilling inside of you, painting your insides white while beads of sweat drip down his face and chin.

He curls over your exhausted body before capturing your lips for sloppy kiss. You hum happily while bringing your arms to wrap around his neck only to remember that they were tied together.

Kazuha suddenly pulls away while out of breath. "Oh right...I almost forgot."

He removes your blindfold and restraints and you blink up at him before smiling with your chest heaving. "So..do you feel better now?"

He chuckles while caressing your face. "Yes. Thank you."