I Think U Were Sent By The Heavens BECAUSE THE HICKEYS/NECK KISSES ONE WAS TOP TIER?? (mwah 😩👌)

loving you keeps me alive - reader x ghost!dainsleif, 4.4k

your little house in monstadt is cheap, and though there are rumours about why … you ignore them, much as you ignore the whispers that something is not quite right. instead, you think about the night-time; and the handsome blond man who comes to you in dreams.

cw: not sfw, minors dni. dubious consent. yandere behaviour, somnophilia, stalking, self-hate (dainsleif towards himself), haunting, non-consensual touching. cunnilingus, piv sex. manipulation, deaths mentioned in passing. jealousy. reader is afab, but no pronouns or gendered terms are used.

[a/n: my kinktober masterlist can be found here. dain my soggy soggy beloved]

Dainsleif doesn’t think he really remembered what living felt like, until you moved in. 

Not that you can call this strange in-between existence ‘living’ - his time as a true mortal has long since passed. But as Celestia has cursed him to not move on … he has spent his years and centuries since then haunting these same four walls, unable to pass the doorway without finding himself bent over in pain. He has grown to know every plank of wood that makes up the little home in Monstadt - every creaking floorboard, the step on the stairs the landlord has replaced no less than three times because tenants kept simply putting their foot through.

Oh, others have tried to make this their home.

But Dainsleif values his privacy, and uses what little power he still has left to ensure that they do not stay for long.

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Your heart. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Omg I love your perv scaramouche sm,, imagine pervy scara daydreaming about being buried in your thighs, mouth watering at the thought of servicing you- his God. He'd thank you for letting him drink your juices like they were some magical elixir he swears he could live off of. Omg just him thinking of all the ways he could service you as your loyal follower, but for now, reenacting with his pillows and sex doll will have to do. GOD I LOVE SOGGY OBSESSIVE SCARA SM HELP

In love with you and your brain, nonny. 🥺 he’s imagining you in all sorts of lewd positions in the most random times— like the middle of class lol. Sorry this is so short, currently writing part three.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who can slowly feel his mind slip away with each second the professor rambles on about whatever boring subject the class is learning, how his thoughts go from where you should go to for your next ‘date’ to what you would look like with your pretty thighs wrapped around his head as he’s slobbering all over your cunt. He lets out a shaking breath and looks to the side, where you’re sitting next to him and taking notes— unaware that you currently have his cock painfully prodding against his underwear. He has to keep uncomfortably adjusting around in his seat to try and ease down his growing erection.

The pen that was previously in the grip of his hand— falls onto the desk with a clatter, while the other, subconsciously slides under the table to hover over his clothed cock. His eyes anxiously dart around the room, making sure there is nobody watching his actions before he slowly starts to unzip his pants. It wasn’t the first time he has masturbated in the middle of class, but he had never done it while you were seated right beside him. If anything, it makes him even more excited— how there’s a very high chance that you could catch his hand pumping up and down his dick from under the desk. Scaramouche leans back in his chair, his head slightly tilting back in relief when he’s finally able to pull his cock out of his pants.

Would you grip onto his hair and whine at him to go faster? While his tongue is lapping up all your juices, his hand gripping onto your thighs for dear life. Or maybe you’d get embarrassed at the weak side you were showing and hold your breath, clamping your hand over your mouth and looking up at the roof so you don’t have to see his how purple hair peeks out from between your thighs. He’d loudly moan into your folds, hump his hips into the mattress to try and rut his cock against the bed. He’s begging you to put your hand on the back of his head and push him deeper into your cunt, as he wants to be as close as possible and have you squirt into his mouth— which he’ll gladly swallow every last drop of.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche feels his cock twitch happily in his hand when the thought of you, squirting all over his face as you ride out your orgasm enters his mind. His breathing is starting to eradicate with each pump he aligns up and down his cock, and he can feel how his knee keeps quietly thumping against the underside of the desk. Thankfully, you haven’t noticed how he has completely disregarded the lesson up front and instead chose to stare at the side of your face, why one of his arms kept moving up and down at a fast pace, or when he would occasionally whimper under his breath when his thumb rolls over the slit of his cock head.

The first thing he does when he steps foot in his bedroom after class had ended, is run straight to the closet to pull out his sex doll and throws it carefully onto his bed. Impatiently shedding off every piece of clothing while he makes his way over— following suit and straddling the doll while positioning his cock to lay flat against the silicones stomach. “Fucking Christ… that’s right, I’ll service you until your pretty pussy is begging me to fuck it.” Scaramouche is mewling out you name as he humps the doll, his hands latching onto ‘her’ shoulders as his dick rubs up and down ‘her’ body— all while he’s imagining it’s you, wrapping your perfect legs around his waist and pulling him in closer. :(

tw/cw: implied nsfw, 18+ only, marking, mostly fluff + yearning

SCARAMOUCHE can’t love you the way a human can.

he won’t tell you how much your presence soothes him, why he constantly seeks you out to give you inane orders, missions. he can’t tell you what he really thinks of you—you smell nice, your hand in his is warm, you make him feel something in his chest that he swore was long ago discarded. so he hides his kindness, his ever-so-fallible emotions, behind his lightning strikes.

“tsk, you’re such an idiot.” “are you really going to ask me a question you already know the answer to?” “get over here. don’t make me repeat myself.”

he thinks you’re a fool. it is one thing to love him as a god, to revere him and dedicate your life to him—but to love him as a man, in a human way? idiotic. absurd.

scaramouche is so used to people leaving him, discarding him once they grow bored or he loses his usefulnesss. he is not too much of a liar to acknowledge the fear exists in him: that one day you may do the same—leave him, discard him once you see how truly inferior he is to others.

it is hard enough to be a puppet whose strings were cut once, but to lose your audience too? it’s as if the world is crashing down on him once more.

but scaramouche wants so desperately to prove that he exists, that only he can bestow upon you the greatest ecstasy. that only he can fulfill you, leave his mark on you. he bites hard, he grips fiercely. he leaves a myriad of hickeys over every inch of you, marks you hard enough to leave purple splotches in the shape of his fingertips, angry red streaks down your back. when the marks disappear, he leaves more. and more.

they’re not going to fade like he had—you’re not going to forget him like his creator had. every day you should be reminded of how deeply he’s ingrained himself into you, how you’ll never be the same without him. he makes sure of it.

but he wonders sometimes if he should give into that softness that you awaken in him. when you’re lying bared before him, resting peacefully (something he never has to do). he likes observing you sleep, something so very human and mundane. something he would scorn to tell you if you were aware of it. brushing a strand of hair from your face, tracing patterns down your side, gripping the plushness of your thigh, he draws you closer to him this way.

in these moments, he thinks that if he had a heart, you would certainly have a tight hold on it.

that only makes him yearn for one even more.

i was working on ur request and got side tracked. thinking about yan diluc and how bad he wants his captive little darling.. jerking off to the thought of them, moaning their name, so so frustrated and he aches with want. and reader. reader hears it every time, sometimes is witness to it. how desperate he is, how obsessed he is. maybe reader is sometimes awoken by the sound of him while he sleeps next to them. maybe he does it in front of them because he won't hurt you but please, please let him look at you? holding you down while he jacks off, eyes clenched closed so he can pretend it's in you. steadily losing his resolve bit by bit. ohoho my mind is running rampant.

every day. EVERY DAY i think about yan diluc. i am so sorry to my followers but i see a pathetic aristocratic repressed man and i go AHJDVNJKFVDJNKFVkjn.

cw: kidnapping, non-consensual touching, yandere, reader wears a nightgown, diluc's saviour complex. (bondage and being fed in a Non Sexy way) dub-con/non-con.

He makes you sleep in his bed.

It's for precaution, he insists, his crimson gaze not quite meeting your own; to ensure that you're safe. He just feels more comfortable, more assured that you are sheltered from the dangers of the world, if you slumber beside him - if he slips in late at night after whatever business he attends to that has him come back smelling of blood and burning, and sees you peaceful beneath his own coverlets.

You hold your tongue; bite back the insistence that you would be safer if you were not a captive in the house of a madman, if you were permitted your freedom, if he wasn't so selfish and disgusting and monstrous. You have long since learnt such protestations mean nothing to Diluc; he simply bows his head, face anguished, and makes a quiet noise of agreement that he is a monster.

("It is worth it, though," he says, and you see the vision he wears at his hip glow for a moment, "to know that you are safe, beloved.")

One falls quickly into routine when routine is all that one is allowed to partake in. You are permitted only the smallest freedoms; most of your time is spent under Adelinde's watchful eye, trapped in the four walls of the winery, wishing you had appreciated the freedom of Monstadt when you were still able to partake in what the Anemo Archon blessed you with.

And your routine, now, includes . . . slipping on one of the expensive confections of frill and lace and chiffon that Diluc buys you to wear in bed. Spraying some of the perfume that he brings back from his trips, in the vain hope that it will drown out Diluc's own particular cedarwood and vintage wine and iron scent. Slipping beneath the covers and hoping that sleep will come easy to you, that you will not be woken by the inevitable--

You always are. The feel of the bed dipping down beside you; the soft sigh that escapes Diluc's mouth, as the covers are pulled down and you are revealed to his hungry eyes.

The nightgowns are modest; innocent, even. They are all frills and fanciful creams and ivories, georgette sleeves that drape over your shoulders, ruching and delicate lamp-grass embroidery and little ribbons in Diluc's favourite colour (red, it's always red). That just seems to rile him up more.

The feel of a hand, grazing atop of the fabric - his hand searing heat even when he does not fully touch you. The soft little groan of your name, so longing and wanting it almost makes you sick. And then . . . the sound of Diluc's own nightclothes, being displaced. The wet shlick of skin-on-skin, as he touches himself to the sight of your helpless body, whilst he thinks you're sleeping.

You have lost count of the number of times you have woken to the sounds of Diluc touching himself. Your name, gasped out through clenched teeth in heated hisses - praise for you, calling you his darling, so good for him, so beautiful and lovely . . . Calling you his. Mumbling to himself about how pretty you are, how soft and warm and tight he's certain you are as he imagines he is rutting his cock into something other than his fist.

You keep your eyes squeezed shut. You can take this; you can live with this. You can bear it, if all he is going to do is lie beside you and fantasise. You hear the whine when he comes, feel the way his back arches, the way he pants and pants and how the rhythm of his hand and the slick sounds change a little--

He always touches you with those hands, afterwards. Always pulls you against him spoon-fashion. Always drops hot kisses along your throat and drags you against him in such a tight hold you think he fears ever letting go, with his own come drying on the sheets and messing your nightgown.

(It doesn't bother him; he does not do his own laundry, and Adelinde looks at you in the mornings when she comes to strip the beds and gives you an encouraging smile. She had told you, once, when you had been new here and still railing against your imprisonment--

"Master Diluc is lonely," she'd said, sighing, "I have not seen him so happy as he is in your presence for many years."

As she had checked the tightness of your ropes, sharper eyes than one would expect of a maid had met yours.

"I don't need to tell you how much of Monstadt rely on Master Diluc," she says. "On the business of the Dawn Winery? Do you not think that a little unhappiness may be your responsibility to bear?"

"It's barbaric!" You'd snapped back. "He wants me to be . . . some imprisoned bird in a pretty cage!"

Adelinde's face sets like stone. Diluc was away that night; when she had brought up a tray for your dinner, the soup had been stone cold.

"Do you know how many natural predators birds have?" She'd asked you, a falsely polite smile on her face as she ladled the cold soup into your mouth and you had no choice but to swallow it. "Why, I've seen Master Diluc take several out with a single arrow. Perhaps a songbird ought to be glad it is ornamental enough to be spared that fate.")

You should have known that Diluc would not be satisfied with merely lying beside you, having you so close and yet not doing anything about it. The first time his other hand had crept to your thigh, pushing up the lacy hem, your eyes had snapped open.

"Diluc?" You had whispered, softly, into the night - hoping that your voice may be soft enough and persuasive enough to make him ashamed of it. "Wh-what are you doing?"

A ragged voice had answered you.

"I just . . . just let me look at you, darling. Just let me . . . touch you a little--"

Burning hands on bare skin. Diluc, shifting, so he lay on his side - big wine-dark eyes seeking you out in the moonlight filtered through the curtain as he groaned out your name.

"So pretty," he'd said, as he'd pushed the nightgown higher and higher. Bare thighs. bare stomach. The place between your thighs. A soft groan had escaped him at the sight. "Spread your legs for me. Please."

"Diluc--"

"I won't-- I won't hurt you--" He practically tripped over his tongue in his urges. "Please. I just want to look at you, darling, beloved, angel--"

. . . Just look. Just gaze on you. You sleep in the same bed, but you are - now at least - trusted to do such personal matters as bathe and undress on your own. Adelinde had helped, when you were still bound . . . but you had been good, and you had earnt your freedoms. A sob hiccups in your throat as you bare yourself to him. Your cheeks heat at how hungrily his gaze devours you.

"So beautiful," he whines, hand going to his cock - the first time you've seen it, properly. Pretty - thick, long, with a flushed ruddy tip and a gentle curve, soaking precome as his fingers wrap about it. "Please stay like that. Hnn-- Just . . . just let me think about how you feel, I won't hurt you, I promise I promise I promise--"

But just a little turns into more far quicker than people expect. At first it just just looking at you - and then--

"Just let me touch your thighs," Diluc whispers, his breath hot against your cheek as he lavishes the warmed skin with kisses. "Ahh-- hnn, they're so much softer than my hand . . . Is this what you'd feel like . . . inside?"

"Just let me settle between your legs," Diluc begs you. "Just . . . let me hold you by the hip, let me imagine I'm inside of you, darling, please, I need to--"

"Hold my other hand. Please."

"Just . . . against your thighs. Let me rut it against your thighs. I'm begging you, beloved, if you don't I think I shall simply die--"

"Kiss me--"

When he presses it against the cleft of your sex and whispers;

"Just the tip - I promise, my darling. I would never hurt you. Have I ever? Please . . . I simply need to feel every part of you--"

. . . What else can you do, a captive ornamental bird in a fine cage, but accept it? Spread your legs wider and welcome him in?

It was always going to come to this.

It is still a better fate, you suppose, than being shot down in flight.

challenge

Tighnari knows you didn't mean anything by it, but a challenge is a challenge. His instincts demand a response.

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fem reader x tighnari, accidental dominance challenge, feral/instinct driven tighnari, dubcon, scenting, one use of "good girl", no prep, doggy style, pinning, marking/biting, knotting, brief breeding kink, creampie.

He knows you don't mean it.

The two of you have exchanged playful nips before—little catches of your teeth against skin, a little shock of pain that smooths into something silken—throughout your friendship. It's familiar. The salt of your skin under his sharp teeth almost tastes like home.

Still, Tighnari realizes, just a moment too slow—he should have warned you.

You bite down into the meat of his shoulder, sinking your teeth into the muscle with enough power to bruise, and Tighnari shudders.

It’s been years since someone has challenged his dominance. 

He knows you don’t mean it.

But his blood has gone hot beneath his skin, the rushing of his pulse filling his sensitive ears. He bares his teeth with a low growl, all rumbling summer thunder. 

You go still. You pull back from him slowly.

“Tighnari?” you ask softly. “Are…are you okay?”

He’s trembling, his fingers sunk into his thighs, trying to rein in the instincts that have roared to life in his very core. You didn’t mean it. You aren’t challenging him; he’s not a kit anymore, setting his status in the pack. 

You ghost your fingers over his shoulder, murmuring his name again, and he breaks.

He strikes quick and true, looping his lithe, callused fingers around your wrist and using the leverage to flip you over and bundle you under him. You yelp, a chirp of sound, and he tugs you back when you try to wiggle out from under him. There’s heat to you, like the sultry warmth of a summer day. He presses down against your back with another rumbling growl, your ass nestled into the cradle of his hips.

“Tighnari!” you cry out. “Hey! What are you—”

“Stay down,” he grits from between his teeth. You try to push up again, your ass brushing against his hardening cock, and he snarls. He sets his teeth into the nape of your neck, the tip of his tongue dragging against your skin, a whisper of wet heat. He can hear his own rabbiting heartbeat. There’s something twisting beneath his skin, something carved into his bones pulsing to life inside of him.

You shift. 

It feels like the promise of a fight.

Tighnari bites, sinks his teeth into your skin like an anchor. “Down,” he growls. He bites down harder, until he hears you choke out a little noise. He presses forward against you with a little roll of his hips, and you go limp under him.

He relaxes his jaw a hint. 

You don’t move.

You’re panting against the floor he’d knocked you down to. Your heartbeat reminds him of the crash of the waves against the shore. Wild and loud. He can hear each beat of it.

He can also smell you. 

It’s not the first time he’s been able to scent your cunt; it’s been on your fingers before, when he caught you between shifts. He’d heard you long before he’d scented you, the wet schlick of your fingers in your cunt practically all he could hear as he headed to your quarters. You’d just cum when he’d knocked. 

With the sound of his own name on your lips ringing in his ears, Tignari made sure to have you sign your patrol notes with his own pen. He watched as you hesitated before taking it. You could barely look at him when you handed it back, and he pressed his thumb into the small, damp smudge you’d left on the barrel. 

He thought it was a thick, sweet scent then, even when it was just lingering on his pen. But now—now it’s so heavy he can almost taste it. 

His ears quiver; his tail whips. He doesn’t think about it. He puts more of his weight on you, grinding his hard cock into the softness of your ass. He slips a hand into the hem of your loose sleep shorts and yanks them down with a low snarl. It’s hard, with you pinned under him, but his strength makes up for it. They get caught around your thighs, but it’s enough.

“Tighnari,” you hiss out. “Seriously, what are you doing?”

He sinks his teeth back in. 

You croon out a low moan, a heated song. He rocks his hips against you; your scent goes heady, lush like sticky-sweet fruit. 

He pulls back, dragging your hips up with him until you’re forced to your hands and knees. You’re pliant, letting him manhandle you as he pleases. It makes his cock twitch. 

Tighnari isn’t sure when he gets his own pants down far enough to expose his throbbing cock, too lost in the instincts that have sunk their teeth into him. He comes back to himself as he hooks his fingers around the gusset of your panties and draws them to the side. 

The cotton comes away from your cunt with a wet squelch. Your scent billows around him, and his fingers tighten on your hip. Your pussy is already glistening, practically shimmering in the lamplight. 

“Wet,” he grunts, rubbing the tip of his cockhead against your hole, coating himself in the growing mess of your slick. It catches on the rim. “So wet.”

You jolt. “Wait, wait, you didn’t prep—”

He rolls his hips, and you hiccup as you spread open around him, stretched tight over the thick head of his cock. He grabs a handful of your ass to spread you further, so he can watch himself disappear into you. 

“Fuck,” you whimper, clamping down on him. He can feel your walls struggling around his girth as he splits you open. Your back bows as he presses forward, as he bullies his way deeper and deeper into your cunt with mean little thrusts. 

You mewl when he hilts in you. You’re hot around him, pulsing as you wiggle your hips to try and ease the way he’s spreading you. He rumbles a warning, the sound rolling through him. You go still.

“Good,” he says. “Good girl.” 

You breathe out a moan at that. Your cunt pulses, fluttering around him. 

Tighnari draws back. His cock is soaked with you, your slick shining on his skin. You roll your hips back, trying to take him in again.

He snarls, setting one of his hands between your shoulder blades and bearing down. “No,” he growls. He pins you in place under him, caught between the way his cock is spearing deep and the hand heavy on your back. He wraps his tail high on your inner thigh, ignoring the way the fur starts to dampen immediately.  

He fucks back into you with a sharp, hard thrust. You yip with it, shifting under his hand. He puts more of his weight onto it, tugging your hips up with his other hand. You tighten around him, and he groans with it. 

You arch as he starts to fuck you fast, with little strokes that keeps him close, that keeps him filling you as much as he can. The sounds of your messy cunt echo around the room, each wet noise accompanied by a soft, broken moan. He drives into your pussy hard, keeping your chest pinned to the floor. 

“Tighnari,” you whimper. “Please, please—”

He curves over you, rolling his hips deep, until you’re kicking out with each thrust. He snarls and sinks his teeth back into the nape of your neck, slotting perfectly into the teeth marks he’s already left behind. 

You cum on his cock with a sound he’ll never forget, your cunt clamping down. He hisses between his teeth. It’s hard to keep fucking you through it, your fluttering walls gripping him. His knot is starting to swell, too, popping in and out of the rim of your hole with more and more difficulty. 

Sparks skitter down his spine as you spasm around him before slumping down, only his iron grip on your hip keeping them up. You’re wet down to your inner thighs now, and you tremble with each shove into your swollen, overworked pussy. Your panting echoes in his ears. 

When he fucks back in, his knot big enough to be noticeable, you whine. You lift your head and try to turn enough to peer back at him. Tighnari catches a glimpse of your profile, already fucked-out, before presses down between your shoulders again. You give in without a word, slumping back down to the floor.

He strokes in again, feeling his knot catch before it pops out once more. He snarls, grabbing your hips with both hands and grinding deep, until his knot pushes past the rim of your hole and flares wide, locking the two of you together. You jolt. 

“Fucking you full,” he growls, his thighs going tight as the knot of pleasure in his gut breaks. “Get you round with kits.” 

You twitch in his grip as he bites down on you again, sinking his fangs deeper still, as he cums. His cock kicks in you, spilling hot ropes of cum in your cunt, buried deep inside. Another moan spills from your lips. 

Panting, Tighnari lets go of your nape and laves gently over the brutal teeth marks there. He sinks down on top of you, though he’s careful with his weight. “Don’t move,” he tells you, turning both of you onto your sides to be more comfortable. “Stuck together.”

“Do I even want to ask?” you mutter sleepily.

“Dominance bite,” he says, voice hoarse. He’s still caught up in it a bit, grinding into you as he cums again. He cups at your belly without thinking. “Triggered my instincts. Knotted you.” 

“I triggered you?”

“When you bit me,” he says, licking over his bite mark again as he starts to truly come back to himself. You shiver. “Tried to assert your dominance.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Later,” Tighnari says. “You should rest.”

You try to glance at him over your shoulder. “Why?”

He fucks into you again with a mean little thrust, instincts flaring at your cry as his knot tests your limits.

“Not done yet.” 

Feel Good

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

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Xiao x fem!reader

Warning!!! NSFW below the cut!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Xiao, ‘m gonna hold it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Alright."

KAZUHA’S KINKTOBER — OVERSTIM!

TAGS/CONTENT WARNINGS ♡ squirting, dumbification, petnames (baby), dubcon, slight praise ; fem! reader ; minors do not interact.

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kazuha have always think you were too dumb for your own good.

too pliant, too dumb— even right now, when he have you pinned on the ground, your legs loosely wrapping around his hips. fervent breathing fanning against his ears, tickling the side of his face with warm air. you’re still murmuring that same nonsense to him.

“kazuha, can’t no more, s'hurt so b-bad..”

you can’t never have some sense inside of that empty mind of yours, can you? smaller fist than his being put up to his chest, a futile attempt to pushed him away. you can’t feel your bones, weak and limp the moment kazuha pinned it back to the top of your head. maybe you shouldn’t drink so much earlier, but knowing you, you could never turn down kazuha offers.

you never could, even if the pressure makes your head dizzy, your chest tighten, feeling inclined to agree. you never could, and kazuha expect nothing from you. after all, you could never function without having guidance from him. you don’t know any better for yourself, he says— pushing your knees up to your chest and letting his spit fall to your bare cunt, quickly swoop up by the tip of his cock into your entrance. the small huffed puffing your cheeks when he entered inch by inch, groping your tits into his rough palm with shaky breathe.

“make it quick, please? c-can’t cum no more after this,”

that’s what you said earlier too, when he have you bend over while he fucked you from behind, when he have you squirting all over the bed, gripping the sheet to ease the incoming pain from his cock rubbing inside of your sensitive walls. and yet, you’re still drooling on his cock, sobbing from how big he is and how he felt good inside, stuffing you to the brim with cum.

“can my princess take one more? of course, she can. look at this, sucking me in with no shame. you were kidding when you say you have enough, right?”

kazuha know you better than yourself. always have and always will.