This Was So Cute And Then It Went Craycray And Gagged Me

ok for your kink game, tooru + “just the tip”….

cw — nsfw content minors dni. f!reader, smut, established relationship, super fluffy

“please, let me put it in?” tooru’s face is nestled into your neck as he whines. he nibbles at your neck–a fiend, his arms wrapped tight around your waist to keep you flush against his body as the sun rises outside.

“tooru, i have to be up–” you glance at the clock on your bedside table. “–five minutes ago. i can’t be late for work again.”

“just the tip? please? need to feel you,” he sighs, teasing his erection against your ass, whimpering pathetically when cloth gets in the way.

you curse the way he has you clenching around nothing, no doubt dripping from the way he grinds his bulge against you. “…fine. just the tip.”

it’s not uncommon for your pretty boyfriend to cause your morals to vanish. unfortunately for you, his silky voice and sparkly brown eyes and soft pink lips are just too hard to resist. but also you’d be stupid to deny him, with his sculpted body and his muscled arms and–well, his perfect dick.

tooru tugs his pajama pants down his legs, pumping his leaking cock as he pulls your panties aside, always grateful for your choice to wear no more than an oversized shirt and underwear to bed. he dips a finger into your hole, grinning when your wet walls clamp around him instantly.

“tooru…” you breathe, but it’s more of a moan than the warning you were trying to give.

“still need to get you ready, angel,” he coos, pressing soft kisses to your neck that have your heavy eyes fluttering shut.

when he’s satisfied with his prepping you, he shifts forward, dragging the head of his cock through your sopping folds, eliciting a whimpered plea from you. he grins like the asshole he is, but he’s reminded that he’s just as needy as you are when you grind your hips back against him. his tip catches your entrance and it’s enough to make him moan.

“c’mon tooru… quit teasing,” you say, still in a battle between sleep and consciousness.

he slides in–just his tip–and both of you sigh in unison from the somewhat relief. he drags it in and out, in and out, slow and steady, hardly enough to get either of you off.

there are times where you would appreciate this. the contact, the intimacy, the warmth of your boyfriend connected with you. right now though, you need release.

“more, tooru, need more,” you beg, your hand reaching back until it lands in his curls, all messy and askew.

“yeah?” he mumbles into your shoulder, grinding his hips a little harder. you think he’s probably about halfway in now, but the feeling of his fingers drifting beneath your shirt and landing on your soft nipples melts away your urge to argue.

each of his thrusts feeds the growing flame in your stomach, making your limbs go lax as you turn pliant for him. he peppers kisses over your neck, your jaw, your temple, desperate to be even closer to you, to melt into you.

before long, he’s burying himself to the hilt with each stroke, but you’re too close to care. and when his fingers reach between your soft thighs to play with your clit, you cry and gasp, clinging to his arm as he fucks you through your orgasm. he follows not long after, filling you up with warm ropes of cum and tiny gasps in your ear.

you should have known this was tooru’s plan all along, really, but it was over the moment you realised you were already late and did nothing about it. needless to say, you called in sick to work that day.

so say it ditto…

villain attack part 1

scammers to lovers <3 part 1 | part 2 | part 3

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 — R U $TILL HUNGRY?

The next time he says “just the tip”, what do you do?

++ afab!reader. dubcon. no petnames. unprotected. vaginal penetration + anal. use of the word pussy / cunt. context <<< horny this time. not proofread. enjoy! <3

CYNO ! overstimming himself. creampie. <33

just the tip cyno… except minutes later he’s moaning like a gutted man in the crook of your neck while abusing && stretching his sensitive shaft with your twitchy cunt hole. there are fresh and clear tears glossing his eyes from the overstimulation, fired up with the slow yet deep rutting of his hips between your legs. hands clasped together over your head, cyno whispers against your skin, his hips dipping with force and an audible slap as he drills his cock inside, driving himself insane and dizzy with wanton lust that all he could do is echo one guttural cry. his cock unrelentingly spurts out so much thick cum straight into your pussy until your hole couldn’t help but pour out semen the moment he pulls out.

DILUC ! cnc somno. i went bonkers.

just the tip diluc… except when you confirmed that it’s alright to fuck you while you sleep, something sparked in his chest. diluc wakes up needy in the middle of the night with a sticky blotch on his crotch. all he wants to do is stick his already messy cock into your wet cunt. and so he wraps you up in an embrace from the back, whispering how he’d shove only the tip inside, just to feel you even a little. and trust him when he says it’s enough to have his swollen tip popping right into your hole— pulsing together with your spasming pussy. diluc seldom makes mistakes but he considered it an overlook on his part: a pussy as good as yours is impossible to resist. therefore, diluc “just the tip” ragnvindr has taken only a minute before rutting into you completely, gasping in the back of your ear, his veiny shaft and balls shining with your arousal.

AYATO ! creampie. breeding. i did not hold back.

just the tip ayato… except he couldn’t help but pump you full until your womb swells with his cum and until your pussy makes sucking noises that drive him insane, cheeks flushed and eyes blurry, every time he fucks you. there are white strings from his previous climax that sticks to your pussy lips, hips, and inner thighs. further proving that the young lord’s need to plug you with his cum is one of unstoppable nature. he kisses you with affection that melts you from the inside, all while ravaging your cunt like it is but a hole that needs to be filled. your pussy is his every time he shoves his hot shaft deep inside your walls that you both quiver and drool from the feeling. he isn’t so much the classy and fancy young lord under your cunt’s mercy after all. and he needs a child with you, so bad that it doesn’t matter how many times he came or how runny his cum becomes so long as your womb sucks it all, he is on cloud nine.

ZHONGLI ! monsterfucking (just this once because exuvia!zhongli got me feelin some type of way— he is not on his full dragon form :((). anal. double penetration. full nelson. size kink.

just the tip zhongli… except he’s plugged two of your holes with his fat cocks while you sit on his lap, back against his chest, his scaled and big hands cupping the back of your knees to spread you open. every sporadic pulse of his cocks sending forth a bubble of clear pre-ejaculate that’s more than enough to fill both your holes up. he is so big— too big— that he stretches your holes until you’re gasping for air, chest aching at his sheer size. the fat veins of his cocks grinding at the rim of your cunt and asshole, stimulating your most sensitive spots that you shrink closer to him, eyes pouring out tears. he’s creaming you all good, cum thick and heavy, bubbling out of his flushed cocktip in globules that you physically feel the liquid’s warmth stuffing your insides.

AL-HAITHAM ! dumbification. drool. condescending!haitham. slight mindbreak.

just the tip al-haitham… except you no longer can speak, let alone think, while he pistols his cock inside your pussy so hungrily that both your eyes roll back to your skulls. there’s nothing but a blank slate occupying your mind as al-haitham snaps his hips again and again towards your cunt, the cropped hairs at the base of his cock tickling your slavering pussy. he likes seeing you like this, babbling incoherently and too fucked out to think, utterly different from the wise person you present to everyone. there’s no need to think, you’ll only tire yourself out — he says while cupping your cheeks so tenderly, shushing your attempt to speak with his eyes filled with manic desire. when you’re with him, there’s no need to think about anything else. how could you ever attempt a sane thought if al-haitham’s goal is to always— always fuck you dumb?

#𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐑

☰ SYNOPSIS ⋮ gojo satoru has ruined your best friend’s life—and you’re about to make it a whole lot worse yourself ; part 2 here

— pairing ⋮ gojo satoru x reader

— length ⋮ 2.1k words

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, mentions of betrayal (gojo is your best friend’s ex and you fuck him), (slight) mutual pining, toxic! gojo, lovesick! gojo, (slightly) mean! gojo, car sex, light choking, edging, unprotected sex, praise, creampie

— notes ⋮ this is for my soulmate @bxnten 's burn book collab <3 we r mean girls to everyone but each other hehe ily kitty cat <33

gojo satoru is a sleazy, backstabbing, knife-twisting, and heartbreaking asshole. he has little regard for others, doesn’t bother to ponder the weight of his actions, acts as though the world revolves around him, and you’re sick of him—or so you tell yourself. 

he’s made your friend’s life hell, really. he’s made her cry, made her question her worth, made her sacrifice things she shouldn’t have to, made her so unhappy, that you can’t help but wish you could punch him in his (perfect) teeth. you tell yourself you’re sick of picking up phone calls that turn into hours worth of tearful rants, and you tell yourself you’re sick of being haunted by his cocky smirk as he shoots you a wink in the back of your mind. it’s how any good friend would feel—any good friend would look at him and wish he’d drop dead on the spot for all the times he’s fucked up. 

but you suppose you’re not half as good of a friend as you once thought you were—maybe you’re not as fiercely loyal as you gave yourself credit for. because what kind of friend would be sprawled on the backseat of the ex’s car that they’re supposed to hate? what kind of a friend would cling desperately to the same man they’ve said probably has a small dick anyway, drunk on the drag of his cock? what kind of friend would ever think about getting with their friend’s ex—let alone actually do it?

you, apparently.

“that feel good, sweetheart?” he chuckles, hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly. your head spins at the cut-off of oxygen, a shaky gasp falling off your lips as your stare up at him. gojo chuckles, loosening his grip, kissing away the stray tears on your cheek as you whimper at the shallow thrust of his hips. “you like when i do this, huh? like when i fuck you like this? bet you like me, don’t you?” he grins cheekily.

he’s an asshole. 

a horrible, heartless, selfish, insensitive, and self-absorbed asshole. but his cock drags along your walls so good, the stretch making your mind fog and your back arch until your chests meet, your nipples brushing against his through the fabric and making you both groan.

“act like you hate me so bad, but i bet you were just mad, huh? are you mad i didn’t pick you first, is that it?” he pouts, squeezing your cheeks together and leaving you with no choice but to look at him as he presses his forehead to yours.

but you’re stubborn, you have been since you first met. you refuse to shake his hand when he first offers it, refuse to be on civil terms when he third wheels hangouts, and refuse to apologize first after any arguments that might stir. and you’re stubborn now too, closing your eyes to have some level of power of your own against him—but he only chuckles, bringing his hips to a stop and gritting his teeth as he feels the burn of his orgasm die down.

you whine, buck your hips, and open your eyes as you stare at him confused, “what the fuck? why’d you—”

“asked you a question, sweetheart,” he sneers, hand finding its way down to your clit, rubbing slow, agonizing circles that have you whining as your head tosses back.

“p-please, gojo—need it—”

“uh uh,” he drawls, that annoying, infuriating, and sickeningly smug little smile on his face as he looks down at you, “you gotta answer my question. then i’ll give you what you want,” he pats your cheek. “you wish i picked you, don’t you baby?”

“no,” you spit, glaring at him harshly, “you’re a fucking asshole. you don’t care about anyone’s feelings but your own, and you couldn’t love someone if your life depended on it. fucking dickhead—” you cut yourself off with a squeal when his fat tip slams into you all of a sudden, right against your spot, making your arms wrap tightly around his neck as your legs hook around his waist.

you’re clinging to him desperately by now, sobbing with every harsh roll of his hips, crying out every time his navel bumps along your clit and pulls you closer and closer to your orgasm. gojo’s jaw is clenched, his hands gripping your hips so tight, you almost think there’ll be bruises by the time he’s done. your slick and his pre cum leaves a messy ring at the base of his dick and a trail down the inner sides of your thighs, and maybe if he wasn’t so angry, he’d have made a cheeky comment about how wet you are.

“oh yeah, is that right? i don’t care about feelings? i can’t love someone?” he laughs, but there’s not a trace of amusement in his tone—it’s so condescending, so mean, you have to fight back tears. “you’re the best friend. i’m just an ex. wait till she finds out just how much you care,” he spits, venom lacing his tone as you gasp, shaky and just a little scared. it satisfies him maybe a tad bit too much. “i bet she’ll be thrilled to hear how lost on my cock you get, always beggin’ for more—aren’t you just a greedy little thing?”

“n-no,” you gasp, clutching onto his shirt tightly, fighting the wobble of your lips at the thought. “you can’t. you can’t! please, gojo, you can’t tell her, sh-she…she’ll never speak to me again a-and—”

“aw, don’t cry sweetheart,” he laughs, and his hips are slamming into your abused cunt mercilessly now, making your walls flutter around him as he lets out a low grunt, moaning against your ear—and he sounds so pretty, so sweet and divine and perfect, it makes your skin prickle with goosebumps.

you almost understand why it took your friend as long as it did to finally leave him.

“please, gojo,” you sniffle, teary eyes staring up at him pleadingly. it makes his heart jump, makes his heart ache a little deep in his chest.

because you’re wrong. he isn’t always an asshole, and he does care sometimes—in fact, he always cares when it’s about you. gojo satoru thinks he’d let the sun bleed out if he had to, as long as he has your smile to brighten his days for as long as he lives. because you’re wrong, he can love—and he loves you desperately.

he never wanted to fall in love with his girlfriend’s best friend. never wanted to be a shallow man with even shallower intentions, but who could hear your laugh and see your smile and not fall head over heels? it makes him mad—hurts deep in his chest and aches so bad, that he thinks you’re almost bad for his health. you don’t bat an eyelash at him, don’t even wanna be around him for longer than you have to be—and yet, he wants you by his side for longer than eternity. he can’t help but wish he met you first, can’t help but hate the universe for being so cruel, so heartless for making him find the one person he wants more than anything like this. 

he wants you badly, and the worst part is even if you want him too, you’d never let yourself indulge in something as retched as a betrayal—even if technically, you already have the second his cock sank into you. 

so he presses a gentle kiss between your brows, leaves a trail of kisses along your cheek and jaw, and he hovers over your lips. “i won’t tell,” he mumbles against them, making your breath hitch in shock, “won't say a word if you call me toru, yeah? jus’ say toru, just once, yeah? i gotta hear it.”

“promise?” you sniffle, “you promise you won’t tell?”

“promise,” he agrees with a nod, and he even holds out a pinky to seal the deal. a soft grin spreads across his lips when your own pinky hooks around his, the warmth of your touch, as small as it might be, lighting him up until he feels like his chest is pressed with the weight of the sun.

“kay,” you mumble, “need more, toru—please, gimme more,” you beg, and his name tastes so sweet rolling off your tongue, so saccharine it almost feels like it’s dripped with honey, trickling past your lips and rolling down your chin for him to kiss off. it makes your head spin that you never want to say gojo again now that you’ve gotten a taste of toru. 

with a shaky exhale against your mouth at the sound of his name, he pulls you into a hungry kiss, desperate and needy and just a little starved. his cock is aching by now, throbbing in your dripping core, balls heavy and ready to release as he rolls his hips faster into you. his skin slaps against yours, the slick sound of his cock bullying into your wet cunt filling the small space of his car, his body towering over you in the cramped back seat. he lets his hand find the soft flesh of the back of your thigh, hoisting your leg over his shoulder as he angles himself deeper into you, letting out a strangled cry when your walls flutter around him tightly. 

“fuck, that’s it—g-gonna be the death o’ me, sweetheart,” he grunts, “so good, takin’ me so well, yeah? so fuckin’ tight,” he rasps. his thumb finds your clit once more, rubbing harsh circles and watching entranced as tears spill past your lash line, staining your cheeks with a soft, wet glisten that makes his heart squeeze and his chest tighten. “god, you’re so perfect, so pretty. my pretty girl,” he coos, “my. pretty. girl,” each word is followed by a sharp thrust, and the slam of his tip against your sweet spot, and the way he sounds so possessive as he claims you as his makes your back arch and your nails dig into his skin through his shirt.

“toru, toru, ‘m close—please, ‘m so close—”

“i know, baby,” he pants, moaning into your neck as his head buries into the small space, breath fanning against your skin and making you shiver. “‘m close too, gonna cum—fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he whines. 

“fuck—toru, toru, ‘m…‘m cumming,” you scream, your orgasm crashing over your body, making your arms wrap around him tightly as you cling to him and sob. your walls spasm around him erratically, the sound of your mewls as you cry his name pushing him into his own release. 

his head digs into your shoulder, his body trembling over yours as he lets his hips slam into you sloppily, thick ribbons of cum painting your walls white as you feel his cock twitch with every rope. 

“oh fuck, baby, that’s it—sh-shit, feels so good,” he pants, “g-god you’re somethin’ else, should’ve…should’ve picked you. it should’ve been you—god, i love you,” he babbles into your skin, too overwhelmed by the pleasure burning through his spine as he fucks you both through your highs to even realize the words he’s admitted or the way you stiffen in his arms. 

he pulls out and stares at the mess between your legs for a moment, watching as his cum drips down your legs in thick streams. a small bit of pride bubbles up in his chest at the sight before he slumps his body over yours, head digging back into your neck and his lips pressing a soft kiss to your skin. 

“we can’t keep doing this,” you mumble, but your hand still finds its way to his hair, stroking through the strands gently. it feels right, like this is how it was always supposed to be—like this is how it should be. 

your words make his arms tighten around you, and gojo presses more weight against your body—like the more he presses into you, the longer he can spend in your arms. 

“sure we can,” he says stubbornly, “i promised i won’t tell,” he insists, voice lilting into what you think is borderline desperate—desperate to keep you here, where you’re his, where it doesn’t matter if he found you first or if he found you last. 

he found you, and that’s all he needs. 

“but—”

“i won’t tell if you don’t,” he pleads, “you’re still mine, baby.” 

and there’s a buzzing of your phone from the front seat, but you ignore it, letting your arms wrap tighter around his figure as you kiss the side of his head—and for a second, as bad of a friend as it might cause you to be, you think what someone doesn't know can’t possibly hurt them.

even if it makes you a backstabber.

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FIRST ANGST FIC??? BABE the AMOUNT of DESCRIPTORS I COULD FEEL WHAT WAS DESCRIBED OML

permafrost

kaeya alberich x reader

inspired by @hiraya-rawr’s post here

notes: established relationship, heavy angst, slight gore(?),

tw: major character death

Despite his seemingly friendly exterior, Kaeya Alberich was a cold man. His touch could give frostbite, and his words could leave one frozen. Life had him build walls of ice around his heart. A fortress impenetrable to all except you.

You, with your sunny disposition and comforting warmth. You, a traveling merchant who settled in Mondstat. As long as Kaeya had you by his side it felt like sunlight was warming him from head to toe, soothing the chill in his heart. You were like a fireplace on a freezing night, one that Kaeya couldn’t help but huddle closer to. The pain of his past was all worth it if it meant he could have you.

Kaeya didn’t realize the true meaning of “the light of my life” until he married his.

A newlywed man shouldn’t be working the day away, he muses to himself while eyeing paperwork. Kaeya had stayed in bed with you that morning for as long as he could, peppering kisses against your bare skin. Maybe even lingering by the doorstep to give you “one last kiss” goodbye.

Fidgeting with his wedding band (part of a matching set, with a sapphire in it’s center), he truly couldn’t wait to go home. It was funny how things he used to think of as mundane were much more pleasant when with you. All he could think about was having dinner together then relaxing with you in his embrace until he fell asleep.

Another busy day for the ever inefficient Favonius Knights. Kaeya found himself at Windrise with his order. It turned out that caravan carrying imported goods from Liyue had collapsed during a raid. 3 dead, 4 wounded. Kaeya planned to finish this efficiently yet as quickly as possible, so he could once again resume newly-wedded bliss.

Then, at a glance, he saw it. The faint glimmer of blue that he saw every morning in your shared bed. On the hands that passed him a cup of coffee before work. On the fingers that caressed his face, around his blind spot, during intimate moments. A glittering blue stone embedded in a silver band. A symbol of his love and hopes for the future.

Kaeya walked hesitantly to the the wrecked carriage paying little mind to the frost that followed him in his wake. His boots thumped heavily against the soil. Tendrils of ice scattered over pebbles and grass. You had told him that morning, over your morning coffee, that you were going to oversee a shipment of goods from Liyue. You had told him, when he kissed you goodbye, that you would see him at home.

Kaeya believed in your words like a devout worshipper, like a faithful man before the Divine. You were the only truth in a sea of a hundred lies. If you said you would be home, you would be. You had never lied to him. Not once.

Until today.

The hand found under the rubble, wearing a sapphire wedding ring, was devoid of life. Kaeya bent down and gave it a squeeze. You didn’t respond. He gripped you again, a little harder this time, and yet you remained limp in his hand. The metal band felt bitterly cold against Kaeya’s palm. A mockery to his belief that his happiness could last forever.

It felt like an eternity and a minute before they could get your body from under the wreckage. Kaeya scooped you into his arms and held you against his chest. He rocked you back and forth while burying his face into your hair. Kaeya felt his own chest rise and fall against your unmoving body. Whatever semblance of warmth you had left, he would take it. Kaeya would soak you into his skin until he was swallowed whole.

“Please,” he whispered, “it can be anyone. Anyone but you.”

You didn’t respond. You did nothing except lie still in his arms. Kaeya laced your hands together, so that both rings were touching. He wanted to scream. Cry until his voice was shattered. Yell so loud that it was certain you would hear him from the other side. Instead Kaeya pressed his lips to your face, staining your cheeks with his tears.

“It’s so, so cold.”

Windrise, with all its greenery, felt like an icy tundra, and he was a straggler caught in its snowstorm. The world had suddenly dropped a hundred degrees, and you had taken all of it’s warmth with you.

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a/n: hello everyone! probably will rewrite this in the future because this is my first angst fic, but I hope you liked it :))

from when i (and twitter) went insane over compression sleeves

KAEYAS PART HITS DIFFERENT WAIT THAT HURT LIKE A BITCH OML

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𖥻 SUMMARY

pt 2 of before you go

𖥻 CHARACTERS

diluc, kaeya, albedo & gn! reader

𖥻 GENRE & WARNINGS

hurt/comfort, alcohol

𖥻 LINKS

masterlist

𖥻 NOTES

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𖥻 ALBEDO

it’s been six months since you left mondstadt, and albedo doesn’t let himself stop and think

he buries himself further in his work, ironically enough. because every time he pauses, every time he lets his mind drift to you, he feels something twist in his chest

and he thinks he’s doing fine. when he’s working, he’s okay

still, he sometimes finds himself looking over his shoulder to find you — expecting you to be sitting next in the stool that he had always reserved for you. only to remember that you’re no longer there

still, he keeps the stool there. a reminder, and a hope

he sometimes finds the small trinkets you’ve left behind for him — the bracelets you’ve made

he finds little sticky notes that you used to stick around his lab with little reminders of make sure to eat :) and love you 

and every time, his heart constricts

but the worst is when he stops and rests, and he’s alone in his bed, wondering how he thought this would last forever

when you used to talk about going to liyue, you used to say that you and him would keep in contact through letters. but his mailbox remains empty

and it’s deserved — he knows it’s deserved, but it doesn’t stop the feeling of despair that clutches his chest

and sometimes, after a long day of work, he wants nothing more than to collapse in your arms as you hum and brush his hair out of his face for him. he wants nothing more than to just lean on you as you read, and fall asleep

but the lights to the house are always off. and it’s always empty

emotion is something that albedo doesn’t express often — but sometimes when he’s left alone and he’s too tired to work anymore, he leans his back against the door and puts his head in his hands and cries

he hears of your return from sucrose — its said that you were at the tavern, saying your hellos to everyone again

he abandons his experiment in an instant

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