— 𝐈’𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐢𝐢

Do you write for Kazuha and Diluc yet? I read your blanket hog thing and I'm wondering what they'd be like, please? ;w;

I do write for them, yes! I was planning on doing a part two of that as well since so many people liked it. I’ll definitely add them in this one!

Genshin Men With Blanket Hog Reader Part 2

Warnings: Use of pet names, a little suggestive at Kazuha’s part but nothing explicit

Diluc

This man is rarely ever sleeping in bed at night

He’s either working late nights at Angel’s Share, or fulfilling his duties at the Dark Knight Hero

So when he has came home early in the morning to see you still sleeping, blankets wrapped around you, he had a good idea that he would be better off bringing his own blankets.

On nights where he does lay beside you to go to sleep, you two always cuddle up underneath the covers.

And Diluc always wakes up in the middle of the night because of the cold air

To which he just sighs, reaches down to get the spare blankets, and drapes them over himself before going back to sleep

He’s a man that adapts to situations, and this is no different

Sometimes when he wakes up, he just stares in wonder and confusion at how you even managed to get the blankets wrapped around you so tight

He’s almost convinced that you do it on purpose sometimes just to annoy him

He secretly finds it adorable though. He’s a stoic man with a soft heart.

He goes right back to cuddling you too with a sigh of annoyance once he’s situated with his own blankets

Kaeya

This man smirks and tries not to laugh

He has photos on his Kamera of you hogging the blankets in the most inhumane positions ever

He uses those photos to tease you

“Oh, Jean, look at this one with my dearest in the blankets practically covered in drool-“

“Kaeya I will kill you.”

He’s even hung the photos around the house and cackled as you lectured him about it with an embarrassed blush on your face

Much like Childe, although more gentle, he will snatch the blankets away from you to give himself some warmth

Which causes you to snatch them back

You both just go back and forth till he pins you down by hugging you

With your protests being ignored, he wraps the blankets around the both of you and goes to sleep

I’m pretty sure you do it almost nightly just to have him hug you to sleep

Which I mean, I’m not judging, I’d do the same

Although there have been nights where he has gotten slightly annoyed that you took the blankets away from him for the fifth time within the past hour

During those times, he’s tempted to keep the blankets in place with ice

He actually did that one time, which you had to explain to him that that’s counterproductive cause now it’s extra cold in the room

He just shrugged, “At least now you get to feel what I feel dearest, now, come here and let me cuddle you for warmth. Maybe then you’ll leave the blankets alone, hm?”

Kazuha

Ever the gentleman, he’ll let you have the blankets

He doesn’t want to disturb you from your sleep, you look so peaceful

He instead settles on cuddling close to you for warmth

On a particularly cold night at sea, he woke up shivering

He tried to slowly wedge the blanket out from under you, but ultimately ended up waking you up

He smiled at you before apologizing, “I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean to wake you, please go back to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up once more,”

You felt so bad, especially with how you saw him shivering like a leaf in a harsh storm

Since that night, you made it an effort to tuck him into bed first to ensure the blankets stayed on him

Beidou teases you both for it ever since she accidentally walked in on you tucking him in one night

During a conversation when Beidou was teasing you guys about it, he just smiled at her before stating, “I’m just grateful that that’s all you walked in on us doing.”

Cue a spit take from Beidou and her cackling like a madman

You had to walk away from the shear amount of ignominy you felt coursing through your system

Kazuha just gave a soft grin as he watched you walk away

Yae Miko

Early into the relationship, she would have gently woken you up and asked for the blankets back

Then she would cuddle in close to keep you from moving around so much

If you kept taking the blankets, then she would zap you till you gave them up

Not in a harmful way, but just enough to make it tickle

She’ll have you in tears from laughing until you’ve learned your lesson

She also just loves your laugh but don’t tell anyone that

Later into the relationship, once she knows she can truly trust you, she’ll sleep on the bed with you in her fox form

At that point, you can hog all of the blankets if you’d like to. Her fox form keeps her warm enough

She’ll snuggle up to you in her sleep, her tail and ears flickering every now and then

Then in the morning, since she wakes up before you, she’ll turn back and pepper your face in kisses before leaving to go do shrine duties

10/10 best person to hog the blankets from

playing hard to get [pt. 1]

as you were a person of bubbly character, he'd gotten used to your bright and cheerful nature, and the ridiculous shenanigans that came along with it. that included your numerous tries to woo him into dating you, with each attempt ending in failure. you weren't too depressed by it, returning to your usual jovial personality even after rejections... and he'd taken that for granted. he didn't expect you to do the “push-and-pull” tactic on him, and neither did he expect it'd work so well.

includes: diluc, xiao & childe

pt. 2 - zhongli, albedo & kazuha

pt. 3 - ayato & heizou

DILUC wasn't too pleased to see you at angel's share so often at the beginning, but he eventually got used to your presence — begrudgingly, of course. there would be no way he was anticipating your visits, that's plain absurd. he just so happened to be the bartender that time, and you were the one coming to see him, not the other way around. that said, you don't approach him the moment you step foot inside; you made it a habit to converse with other customers first before taking a seat on a bar stool, showering DILUC with the usual compliments and idle chatter. it never seems like he listened properly to whatever you were saying, too busy mixing drinks and wiping glasses, but you knew he was. on what basis? a hunch. which wasn't all that trustworthy, but you wholeheartedly believe in it.

this night didn't start out differently from the rest. the door swung open, and his eyes flickered to the newcomer. ah, it was you, strolling up toward a table with your acquaintances. nothing out of the ordinary. but time passed: half an hour had gone by, then another, and then... huh, it's awfully late. it was right about the time you usually left- hey, wait, you're already leaving? DILUC was nearly startled into dropping a glass, and it wasn't his proudest moment. why were you going when you haven't said a single word to him?

“you're leaving?”

you knew you'd won the second he uttered those words. you spun on your heel, looking almost smug, and DILUC had never felt so defeated before. “yes, i have an early start tomorrow, so i'm afraid i don't have the time to chat right now.” he wanted to argue that you had enough time to chat with the other patrons, he really did, but he'd only look like an immature fool.

he placed down the wine glass in his hands, sighing. “would you allow me to accompany you home?”

oh, you've won, alright.

XIAO was often the receiving end of your pointless chatter, ranging from complaints from an exhausting day at work to trivial matters like what you were planning to have for dinner that evening. it was an arrangement XIAO never signed up for — somehow, you'd gotten a hold of his usual spot at wangshu inn and made it a habit to sit next to him whenever you were free and proceed to fill his ears with useless blabbering. he thought of it as a mild inconvenience, and told you as such: “your presence is irritating.”

you seemed a little shaken then, frozen in shock for a split second. but your expression warmed into a sheepish smile, and it looked somewhat stiff, but XIAO made no move to comment on it. “is that what you really think?” he didn't feel inclined to nod, nor did he deny it.

perhaps he should've.

you didn't visit the next day, or the next, or even the next after that. XIAO thought nothing of it at first, since it wasn't odd for you to miss visits on consecutive days. but you didn't come for a week, and then another, and-

he was tired of turning around to look behind him each time he heard footsteps padding against the floor, only to be devasted to not see the person he was expecting. it was certainly strange... how come you never paid him a visit? you've never gone for so long without seeing him, which obviously meant the same for him, and he'd been feeling antsy without the assurance you were alive and well. verr goldet had told him you were only busy with your job, but he needed to confirm it with his own eyes.

he was just about ready to give up waiting for you that day and head off to his own room when his ears picked up on the sound of creaking from the stairs. he glanced at its direction, mentally prepared to be disappointed, only to see... you, hesitant to step closer. oh. it was actually you.

his heart fluttered in glee and you nervously laughed, “oh, sorry, i didn't think you were still here... yanxiao asked me to fetch a couple of things for him and it was late so i didn't assume you'd still be around.”

your words were deaf to his ears as XIAO himself approached you with his own feet. and, well, if he'd walked with hurried strides or accidentally slipped a smile or two, then nobody could blame him.

CHILDE could be described as mean. not a total douchebag, but pretty close to it — even scaramouche had dubbed him as such, and it wasn't just because he disliked the fellow harbinger.

CHILDE was fully aware of his own charm, and though he wasn't one to boast about it, he knew how attractive he was: physical features aside, he was good at fighting, and he knew how to cook, not to mention he had an overwhelming wealth to brag for. it wasn't unusual for people to flock over him to curry his favor, and he'd be lying if he said he disliked it.

he had a terrible hobby, you see. CHILDE would set his eyes on a particular person that piqued his interest, shower them with attention, gift them with whatever they could ever ask for, and treat them with nothing but kindness. but then he'd act distant the next moment, indifferent to their advances, until that person would become impatient and take the initiative themself. he found satisfaction in the way someone would beg for his affection, the way they clung to him so desperately... and yet he'd grow tired of them once the fun was over, and he'd repeat the process again. a heartbreaker at his core.

at the beginning, you were just that — another pitiful victim to CHILDE's whims. you were so, so gullible, so easy to please. you smiled at every insincere compliment, gasped at even the cheapest of presents. “thank you,” you'd say each time, genuine gratitude plastered all over your expression, and CHILDE would feel the tiniest twinge of guilt squeezing his heart. his conscience was screaming at him to stop.

but more than anything, he wondered what you would do if he ignored you altogether.

he thought you'd be adorable, shyly grasping the back of his shirt to ask him out on a date yourself. he wanted to see that, to tease you for being so straightforward. and maybe he'd even take you seriously, something he'd never done before. you were a special case, after all; the idea of dating you was... nice. he'd treat you even better than before, treasure you to the best of his abilities. he'd give you anything you asked for.

but you didn't seek him out. no, you never paid him any mind, batted an eyelash at his sudden absence. you weren't bothered by his disappearance at all, just as cheerful as you've always been, and he didn't like that. he didn't like that at all. he didn't want to see you being fine without him, when he'd been aching from distancing himself from you. it was unfair. he wanted you to long for him the same way he longed for you.

and at his wit's end when he knocked on your door at late evening, coming face to face with your knowing smile, he knew he got a taste of his own medicine.

𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑, 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃.

pairing. venti, afab reader

warnings & contents. breeding. overstim. obsession. delusional venti. squirting. not proofread (wrote this at 2 am)

synopsis. just some headcanons of sagau yandere jealous venti who’s completely in love with you :)

notes. i have been obsessed with sagau lately and only see v few works :(( here i am satiating my need to read more sagau (when there’s none to read anymore) through writing one myself

wc. 1.5k

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scaramouche being all huffy and "it's not like i like you or anything" is honestly kind of adorable (if you can ignore everything else about him lmao)

i wonder what would happen if darling accidentally let it slip that they think that? would he get angry, assuming he's being mocked? or would he get flustered after hearing that darling thinks he's cute?

personally, i think he'd start to get angry before the words process in his mind. then he probably turns red and replays the scene in his mind for the next few centuries

oh, he'd most definitely start voicing his dissent in very colorful terms.

adorable... the audacity of you. do you see these hands of his? do you know how many lives they have ended? how many they'll continue to take? not so adorable now, is he? ... right? please say yes. he wants to be taken seriously. he's starting to wonder if perhaps you've forgotten who you're dealing with, that maybe he's let you speak a little too freely. none of his admonition really sticks with you. you just wait for him to go through with his monologue and move onto the next thing.

it'd be a blow to his pride, undoubtedly. he has an image to maintain! you inadvertently condemned any fatui guards that may have been in the vicinity. they probably started perspiring aggressively the second the words left your lips. well, at least their families will get a generous payout from the tsaritsa for dying in the line of duty. what a dumb way to go though.

later that night, when the dust has settled and he's done stomping around, it'll hit him. hold on. wait just a moment. that was... a compliment, right? you complimented him? huh. well. in that case, he supposes he can forgive your transgression, just this once. his face is warmer than the inazuman sun come june.

consider yourself fortunate.

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 || 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when you get injured tighnari has no one to help him when he’s in heat, at first

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: tighnari x gn!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of being in heat/mating, masturbation, sex outdoors, handjob, oral (m!receiving), throat fucking, implied unprotected sex

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.9k+

𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄. sometimes at the expense of himself. you sometimes scolded the forest watcher for this habit but it was rare that he listened to you. this included the time you got injured while dealing with a withering zone.

luckily at the time other rangers had been with you so they were able to take you back so tighnari could tend to you. the other good news was that your wounds weren’t very serious. they would be healed with proper care but still, you were too hurt at the time to realize what time of year it was.

it just so happened that you had gotten sick around mating season. meaning that tighnari was in intense heat. normally at this time you’d give him some relief and take care of him but there was no way tighnari could ask you for help in the state you were in. so he suffered quietly.

sometimes he would be so pent up to the point where it was painful for him. naturally tighnari didn’t want you to worry so he’d finish giving you your medicine then snuck out while you were resting. with you sleeping in his bunk tighnari couldn’t satisfy himself there so he retreated to the woods.

going to a secret spot by a waterfall that only you and himself knew about, tighnari would pull out his aching cock. the only sound in the area would be water running, birds chirping, and tighnari’s breathy moans as he stroked his length. eventually he’d finish in his hand. unfortunately his balls would feel just as heavy as before. frustrated tighnari would have no choice but to clean himself in the river before returning back to you.

this routine continued until you finally got better. maybe it was because he was still concerned for you or perhaps he was embarrassed. whatever reason, tighnari hasn’t reminded you of his mating cycle. you had to find out by yourself after you followed tighnari out into the forest.

with your energy back you wanted to go for a walk with the forest watcher but he was nowhere to be found. when collei informed you that tighnari had gotten out you knew exactly where to go next. the place he always went to clear his head. it’s a good thing you went to find him too.

when you find him tighnari is struggling to cum. he doesn’t hear you approaching as he spits on his hand. his palm was starting to become too familiar. it wasn’t enough to relieve the tension anymore. poor tighnari needed more. thankfully for him you were there the oblige.

the moment you catch him you remember. initially you’re filled with guilt. the whole time he was caring for you tighnari was dealing with this on his own. the next emotion the overcomes you is annoyance with him.

startling him by appearing behind him, tighnari gasps when your hand replaces his and wraps around his girth. “you’re so stubborn” you whisper in his ear, making tighnari’s ears twitch. “you should have told me about this”.

his voice goes up an octave as tighnari responds. “you’re still recovering. i-i couldn’t trouble you” he stutters as you start flicking your wrists. fuck, your hand feels significantly better than his own. “i-i’m alright”.

“no you’re not” you retort, using your other hand to cup his balls. you’re taken aback by how much they weigh. “it hurts doesn’t it? you can be honest”.

tighnari hesitates but there’s really no denying it. his neediness overcomes his stubbornness in the end. eventually he’s nodding frantically in reply. “yes, please. h-help me through this heat. i’ll do anything”.

“you don’t have to repay me” you reassure. suddenly you let go of his cock, earning a whine from tighnari. promising that you’re not done with his, you move him to a nearby tree so he can lean against it. “you took care of me, let me take care of you” you hum, dropping to your knees.

the next thing tighnari knows you’re kissing his tip. you give his cute pink head a few kitten licks before your lips fully wrap around his cock. a hiss echoes from his mouth immediately. it’s drowned out by the waterfall to the rest of the jungle but you still hear it loud and clear. it makes you take him deep down your throat until you’re nearly choking.

your gagging rings in his pointy ears, making tighnari feel like he’s going even more wild. he holds back the feral side of him for as long as he can, letting you bob your head along his dick, but soon enough the animalistic urges take over. his mind becomes set on nothing but cumming. when his hips start to buck into your mouth there’s no stopping him.

you let him use your throat as if it’s his own personal fuck hole. how could you deny him when the moans he’s letting out are so beautifully pornographic? even with your eyes glossed over with tears you can still make out tighnari’s blushing face as he chases his orgasm.

his end approaches faster than either of you could have predicted. it’s a relief to your abused throat when his buts his load. you gulp it down like you’re dying of thirst, moaning at his salty taste. when tighnari pulls out of your mouth his breathing is erratic as he tries to collect himself.

“i-it still hurts” he confessed after a few minutes passed by. you’re not offended. it honestly doesn’t surprise you when he’s had no outlet for his uncontrollable desires. “want to take you back home” tighnari adds, fucking himself back into his pants before scooping you up. “need to fuck you properly. 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄”.

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loyalty to the raging tempest

CW: This contains spoilers from the new archon quest. Read at your own discretion.

"You can start a new life here if you want to."

The God of Wisdom's words echo in your mind as you watch your Lord's unmoving figure on the hospital bed. You saw his fall, from the proud and cruel harbinger to a lifeless puppet who had its heart taken away. With Scaramouche's defeat and the Fatui branding you a traitor for refusing to return with the Doctor, you had nowhere else to go… until the Dendro Archon offered you sanctuary in her region.

"Gravedigger… You will regret this." The Doctor spits with the promise of your death.

"I'm sure the matra would be willing to take you in. Creating a final resting place for the dead is also necessary." In contrast, the Dendro Archon's kindness promised protection.

She was right. Under her watchful gaze, no one will be able to lay a hand on you in Sumeru. You can leave everything behind; even the pitiful puppet in front of you. Truthfully, Scaramouche was an awful person. No one in the Fatui liked him and your colleagues would often give you pitying looks once you got summoned to his side. You've lost count of how many times you were punished for not following his orders perfectly.

But still, for some reason, you can't leave him alone. Perhaps it's because of the way he looked at you when you first met. The look of recognition, fury, and something else. You remember him looming over you, staring at your dirt-covered body - the result of digging tirelessly in the cold mornings of Snezhnaya, all in an effort to create a tomb for a soldier you hardly know. Once you lock eyes, you see a raging tempest and you wonder what he's seeing when he looks at you.

"Pitiful. What's with that look in your eyes? Are you merely a doll who knows nothing more than to roll around in the dirt? Perhaps I should call you a rat."

You nod, but that seemed to make him angrier. As insulting as his words are, you really don't know anything else. In a distant memory, you see the blurry faces of your mother and father, hear their whispers of your duties and how it is important to create a final resting place, you remember the old shovel they handed you before you dug your first grave and the sight of their backs as they left for a mission and never returned.

You feel his attack before you see it. Your vision glows and you parry the blade of electro he sends towards you. You get thrown back, and you feel the air get knocked out of your lungs as you slam into a tree.

"...Good. It seems you're not entirely hopeless."

You stand up on shaky legs, tensing as he steps closer and closer. He scoffs as you raise your weapon defensively. He probably thought fighting you was mere child's play.

"Work under me. I'm sure I can find some use for a little rat like you."

And he did find some use for you. Before you knew it, you became his right hand… or maybe "errand runner" was a better description for your job. "The Balladeer's Servant", others would whisper behind your back as they see you tailing the Harbinger's figure. You were at his beck and call and usually the one that bears the brunt of his anger (or as you like to call it in your head - his temper tantrums.) It was exhausting work; trying to keep up with his demands.

But sometimes, you would see the eye of the storm. He was calm in those times, his voice losing the sharp edge it always seemed to have - like a storm temporarily diminishing into a gentle, soothing rain.

"What are you looking at? …The cherry trees?"

He hums, tipping his hat up as he stares at the lush pink trees, not minding the rain of petals falling on him due to the strong gust of wind. You think that he looks very beautiful.

"I don't need anything. Just stay there and don't make a sound."

You watch him collapse in pain after enduring the Doctor's experiments. Regardless of his protests, you help him get settled on his bed. You silently question why he doesn't see himself as a human. After all, he feels pain and suffering, just like everyone else.

Your current situation reminded you of those quiet nights with only the candle light to keep you company. But instead of seeing your Lord's eyes open the next day, he's been asleep for more than two months. Just as you think he's never going to wake up, he stirs from his slumber one morning, jolting you awake.

"...My Lord?" You call, making his pretty eyes focus on you.

"You're still here?" He mutters in disbelief, like he expected you to be gone from his side.

"Why wouldn't I be? I pledged loyalty to you, didn't I?"

Your honest words stun him into silence. He narrows his eyes, looking for a lie, a hint of deception and desire for personal gain.

He finds none. Just an honest fool that he picked up from the dirt littered with flowers and concrete.

"Idiot."

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"̵͉̐̈́S̷͍̜̓c̶̱͎̈ặ̸̪̕r̴͚͎̉̍ă̵̤m̴̻̃̀ö̴̤̣́̈́u̷͍̙̽c̷͓̘͠h̷͈̟̉̀ė̸̗"̷͚͍͒̚ ̶̲̈ǎ̸̲͋ń̶͖̥̐d̷͉̒ ̴̤͍͗̀"̸̬̳̈K̴̤̤͝ả̵̰̈͜b̶̦̱͝u̶͖͚͋ķ̷͆̀ì̵̦̙̓m̸͓̥̑ô̸̠̥͝ṉ̴̦̀͆o̶͖̘͑́"̵̟͂ ̸͖̆̀ͅw̷͕͆̊ǐ̶̺̮l̷̦͋̅l̴͔̹̈́ ̴̫͗̾ç̵̖͋́ẽ̶̯̺ả̸͎̒ş̴̪͒e̶̳̼̍ ̵͍̱̿t̸̬̍̀ọ̸̩̒̍ ̶̻̯̿̚e̷̤̎̚x̵̼͗ì̷͉͈s̴̯̈̈t̸̡̻́.̸̬̏

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"Do you… do you remember him?"

A floating fairy that carried the scent of stars asked you as she gestured to the man in blue. Four pairs of eyes stare at you in anticipation as you gaze at the man with a frown. He crosses his arms as he waits for your answer. You weren't expecting this strange turn of events at all. Your life was finally becoming peaceful under the kindness of the Dendro Archon. She gave you a home and a place to work. You needed nothing more. And yet, you feel like things are about to go upside down again with the presence of this strange man.

"I'm sorry. I don't know him." You said. Their gazes turn uneasy and the man in blue's neutral expression breaks for a moment.

"...But I feel like I should." You added, stepping forward to get a closer look. Not expecting the close proximity, he flinches and moves back, as if electrocuted.

"How dare-!"

"What's your name?" You ask, not paying attention to the spark of anger and embarrassment that appeared in his eyes.

"...Give me one." He says with a sigh.

"Pardon?" Did this familiar stranger really ask you to name him?

"How fascinating…" The Dendro Archon mumbles, placing a hand on her chin as she regards you with curious eyes. "Their memories were definitely erased… but somehow, the connection you formed with them was so strong that it resisted the data deletion process. There is a saying that the heart and mind are two separate things. In this case, the mind may have forgotten, but the feeling is still there. It seems you've garnered someone's loyalty regardless of your lack of divinity."

"...I suppose that's enough." The man in blue looks away, tipping his hat over his eyes.

"Well? Have you thought of a name yet?" He addresses you and you find yourself at the center of attention once again. They were actually serious about naming him…

"How about…"

The man in blue closes his eyes. You think you see the corner of his lips twitch upwards into a small smile.

GENSHIN + WHERE HE LIKES TO FINISH

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

— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — new year, new layout

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

— ꒰ DILUC ꒱ + inside of you

"do you feel me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ꒰ ALHAITHAM ꒱ + on your face

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ꒰ KAZUHA ꒱ + on your stomach

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ꒰ SCARAMOUCHE ꒱ + on your cunt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ꒰ CHILDE ꒱ + on your ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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do the other harbingers know about capitanos little dove 👀

Capitano never brings his precious treasure to any meetings with the Harbingers, but they've seen you on your routine strolls around Snezhnaya.

For some time now, the Harbingers have been watching his comrade and a pretty maiden sitting next to each other on the same bench, at the loneliest end of the promenade on a small, icy garden that's close to the headquarters.

You two made an odd couple for sure. The first time they saw you, they thought you were lovely but too fragile and frightened, like a little mouse. Sometimes they heard you chat. You more than him, who spoke little, but fixed his attention on you.

The first to really notice you was Pantalone. When he passed by you, he couldn't see your eyes, which were constantly lowered. He only saw your long eyelashes, full of shadow and modesty. This did not prevent you from smiling while listening to some musicians performing there, and he thought there was nothing so charming as that sweet smile with downcast eyes.

The next time he came near you, you raised your eyelids, and your eyes met. What strange and endearing quality does your gaze hold? He could not have said at the time.

You lowered your eyes; he continued on his way. What he had just witnessed was not the dull emptiness of fright; but a mysterious chasm that had parted, then abruptly closed.

He learned at that moment why Capitano held on to you in such a manner.

You were lovely indeed... the loveliest, most valuable creature on earth.

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.

▪︎▪︎Pranks With The Boys▪︎▪︎

Characters: Albedo, Xiao, Heizou

Pt 2 coming soon!! (I say as I stare at it in my drafts and refuse to touch it)

Summary: An idea I've had for a while. Reader drinks a potion that nullifies reflexes and reactions to pleasure. Basically, Reader just gives him a straight face and silent treatment while he tries to fuck her.

Fem!Reader, possibly Dom!Reader? I'm not entirely sure how it works. The boys are all pretty subby tho

Warnings: crying/dacryphilia sorta?, breakdowns, creampies, implied multiple orgasms/overstim (Albedo), silent treatment, light cunnilingus, mommy kink, nicknames/petnames (darling, 'Bedo, honey, Xiaoxiao, baby, Shika), reader's mean (degradation??), spit as lube,

I highkey worked twice as hard on Xiao's 💀 I promise I didn't mean to shit on the others 😭😭

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Albedo

"Darling, are you feeling alright? You're not as responsive as usual."

You simply stared at him. He stared back. Once he realized you weren't going to respond, he sighed.

"Have I done something wrong?"

You remained silent. When he reached a hand towards your face, you grabbed it, and placed it on your cunt.

"Ah, I see." That was all that was said before he slid down, removed your panties, and began licking long stripes from the very bottom all the way to your clit. You couldn't deny, it felt amazing. The potion was really doing the trick.

He seemed displeased at how your cunt didn't clench or flutter the way it normally did. His finger began rubbing your clit in circles as he looked up at you.

"Are you not aroused? We don't have to continue if you aren't-"

"I'm perfectly aroused, 'Bedo," you finally spoke, sending him a glare. "You said you wanted an endurance test, yes?"

He nodded.

"This is it. I've made sure I won't interrupt. Go until you can't anymore."

Albedo's eyes seemed to sparkle at that. He eagerly climbed back up and hovered over you.

"You mean you can't feel it? That means you've found some sort of numb-er? How does it work?"

He bombarded you with questions until your finger was placed over his lips.

"I can feel it, I just nullified the reactions. You only have an hour until it wears off, so get to it if you want decent results."

"R-right, I will."

He was quick to shove down his boxers to free his erection. He then looked back up at you.

"But if your body lacks any reaction, then how will we properly lubricate you?"

"Your saliva's fine, just add more if you need."

He did as you told, spitting onto his hand and coating your folds. Normally the sensation would put butterflies in your stomach, but your body had no such reaction. Despite the lack of commonplace things, - the burning in your abdomen, the tingling sensation in every area you wished he'd touch, the heavy breathing, - you were still enjoying yourself. It was still pleasureful. As much as it was awkward and unfamiliar.

He slid into you with a sigh, and after a few twitches inside you, he began moving. He looked up at you, but once he found your eyes were already on him, he got embarrassed and looked away. He was almost panting above you, rutting into you slow, but not teasingly so. Enough that it could carry him to his orgasm without rocking the whole bed.

He looked up and back again, face growing red.

"Can... c-can you speak to me, please?" He asked, eyes sad as they fought to look into yours.

"Now, you want good results, don't you? That'd be cheating. It'd be the same as me consistently clenching down on you."

"B-but isn't that the point? For you to... m-make it hard on me?"

"The harder you cum, the less you will later. We're testing to see how much you can overall, honey. Just go along with it."

"B-but we can make that part of the experime-"

You hushed him, and he whimpered as we went back to rocking into you and avoiding eye contact.

"You want help?" You asked after a moment or two. He eagerly nodded, whimpering.

"Too bad."

He whined at that, wrapping his arms around you to thrust into you harder, all the while your stoic expression never faltered.

He picked up speed. You couldn't quite feel from inside you if it was because he was getting close or he wanted to. The muffled moans floating across your chest made you assume the former.

"I-I love you," he breathed against your skin, followed by more choked moans. "Th-thank you for- ahn~- c-caring so much a-about my- ngh- r-research-"

It wasn't long after that that he had came inside you. Unlike when you were usually distracted by the insane amount of pleasure, you could feel every bit of it now. The way he twitched against your walls and how the liquid pushed against them. What was left that didn't have room inside dripped out of you, down into the sheets under you.

His hips stopped as he caught his breath against your chest. You frowned.

"You aren't supposed to stop, y'know. It's kinda the point," you scolded.

His red face looked up at your unamused expression. He took it in before he hid his face again and let out a exasperated sigh, starting to rock into you again.

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Xiao

"Y/n?" Xiao lifted his head away from your neck to look at you. "Doesn't... doesn't that feel good?"

You refused to answer, turning your head away from him. He panicked a little at the sight, placing his hands on your cheeks just to hold them, deciding against trying to turn your head back.

"D-did I do something wrong?"

You still didn't respond, and he was left with his mind running. Why weren't you speaking to him? What did he do? Wasn't he good enough anymore?

"I-if you don't want to keep doing this... w-we don't have to. Y-you don't have to. Okay, Y/n?"

But all you did was sigh. You didn't say anything. However, he nearly flinched when he felt your leg pressed to his cock, just barely rubbing against it.

It made his breath catch for a moment. He then placed his hand on your leg, looking at your face as you ignored him.

"I-I'll keep going. So I can... m-make you feel good."

He moved back down to your neck, kissing and sucking on it softly. Not enough to leave a mark. You already seemed mad at him.

Oddly enough, the thought of being able to break this silent treatment of yours only made his boxers tighter. He started imagining rutting into one of those soft spots inside of you, making you moan and call him a good boy. It's all he wanted. He just wanted you to feel good with what he was doing.

When he left his imagination, he found himself grinding against one of your legs where it sat, as he whimpered into the kisses he placed onto your neck. He stopped as soon as he realized it, sitting up with a red face to look at you.

You didn't seem to dislike it. Of course, you didn't seem to like it either. Every signal you sent was a mixed one.

"D-does it feel good, mommy?" Xiao all but whined against the crook of your neck as he continued grinding, harder than before. He wasn't kissing against your skin anymore, he just seemed to want to be able to smell you, and play with your hair in one hand that caressed your cheek. He couldn't help but notice how soft your skin was. He felt bad about all the times he had left it covered in hickeys.

The hand he had been using to touch your face moved down to your crotch, sliding under the fabric of your underwear to your clit.

"Does th-that? P-please... just tell me."

But you were still quiet. Your breath hadn't even picked up. Wasn't this normally what got you going?

He let out a quiet gasp when he felt your hand on top of his on your cheek. It was warm and soothing. He whined against your skin, thanking you far too much for the small gesture. He then sat up, kissing your cheek on the way. He gave you a determined look.

"I-I'll make you feel good, mommy. I promise!"

He climbed on top of you hovering over your form. He looked at you lovingly, enough you almost felt bad about taking the potion.

"Just... t-tell me what you want... I-it's yours, whatever y-you want...!"

In response, you closed your eyes, as if to say you refused to answer. He whined at you, asking quietly that you open your eyes and keep looking at him, which you did.

"I-I mean it... I'll make you feel good, mommy. J-just leave it t-to me."

He then spread your legs, placing himself between them. He started grinding against your cunt through your clothes. He struggled to keep in the little whimpers and moans as he did so.

"I-is this what you want?"

No response. He whined.

He reluctantly pulled away, his body not wanting him to stop, but he had to make you feel good. It didn't matter if he didn't feel good himself, as long as you did.

He lowered his face down between your legs, and licked over your entrance through the fabric of your panties, wetting them. He repeated that a few times, then slipped them off of your legs.

You were dry as a desert, which meant more work for him. What did he expect? This was part of the punishment for taking so long to pleasure you.

He continued his licking, wetting your folds and your clit, which he rubbed the way you normally liked. When you had no reaction to it, he tried sucking on it, but you acted exactly the same.

"Mommy, why is nothing working?" Xiao whined as he nuzzled his cheek against one of your soft thighs. "Y-your skin is so soft, I love it... A-and I love you...! Please just feel good, mommy, please."

Your eyes looked as if they were scolding him for being so impatient, begging you to just feel good from him touching you. He shied away from your gaze.

"I-I'm s-sorry..."

Soon, he was trying something new, pulling off his boxers and climbing on top of you. His eyes were desperate as they looked into yours, trying to search for just what you wanted. Once he found nothing, he pressed his throbbing length against your cunt, slick with his saliva.

"D-does this feel good? You normally like it a lot..." He recalled you squirming under him when he teased you like this, pressing his cock against your slick and keeping it there. But now, nothing familiar happened.

He whimpered at your still stoic expression and hesitantly slid into you, moaning quietly. Once he bottomed out, he stopped again, leaving himself right where he was. He remembered you saying once that when he did this he would twitch against all the best spots. He was twitching now. Didn't it feel good?

You still didn't give any reaction.

"Mommy," he whined, rolling his hips softly. "P-please, just tell me you feel good. I promise I won't stop! I-I'll keep going until I pass out i-if you want me to!"

Just as you had the whole night, you said no such things and he was left feeling like maybe he was never going to pleasure you.

Maybe he just wasn't good enough? It was confusing; he was good enough the night before. Why wasn't he now?

Hot tears had started running down his cheeks as you stared at him. He tried to blink back what hadn't already spilled, scolding himself in his thoughts. He was supposed to be pleasuring you, not crying over your chest.

Returning to the task at hand, he started rolling his hips against that one particular spot he knew was your favorite. It made his whole body twitch, the way he just wanted to thrust into you, but you never let him until you came from how good that one spot felt.

"I-is this...? Ngh-"

It was too hard to form sentences at this point, placing all his focus on hitting that spot instead of chasing his own high. Regardless, he felt it coming anyway, in the pit of his stomach.

"I-I'm gonna- hgh- mommy, please-"

When he finally came against that sweet spot of yours, you couldn't tell how exactly you felt. A part of you was proud he knew so much about you, and despite his desperation, he went slow, trying to figure out just what you wanted. On the other hand you felt sorry for him, seeing him cry above you like you had just broken his heart. All around, you just wanted it to end.

"Xiaoxiao."

He squeaked when he heard your voice, looking up from where he was hiding his face in his own chest. His tear-soaked, red face was surprised for a moment, before he saw the look or adoration in your eyes and melted.

"Mama!" Was all he said before throwing himself at you, wrapping his arms around you and quietly sobbing into your neck. "D-did I make y-yo-u feel good?"

"Yes, honey, you did great.," you reassured him quietly, running your hands up and down his back and through his hair.

"Then... why-y were you so q-quiet? A-and why were you loo-oking at me like that?"

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry," you kissed him softly. He was holding onto you for dear life. "Never again, I promise."

You weren't sure how long the potion had left, but once it was gone, you'd make sure your boy felt loved.

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Heizou

Heizou stopped kissing along your jaw to look over your face. Once he did, his eyes slimmed.

"That's quite the look you got."

You closed your eyes and relaxed, putting your arms behind your head.

"I take it you aren't too interested, hm?"

You kept silent, simply shrugging. His jaw ticked at how coy you were. Usually you were pretty worked up, no matter how your nights went down. His hand trailed down your skin, until it was just above the waistband of your underwear.

"Mind if I get you interested, then?"

You quietly chuckled at the confident ask, inviting him to try. With a little of self-admitted frustration, he stuck a finger under the fabric and lifted it, listening to the nice snap it made when he let go. You didn't so much as flinch.

"Holding your ground tonight?"

He huffed when you remained silent. His hand slid under one of the cups of your bra, pinching one of your nipples. He pinched hard enough that you would normally be writhing, because he had taken plenty of time to learn these things about you. However, when you had no such reaction, he decided he had to go for something more drastic.

His hand slid down under your underwear, pressing a finger to your dry folds.

"You really aren't lying, huh? What, am I not trying hard enough?" He tilted his head, giving you a teasing glance, but by how silent and calm you were with your eyes closed, he could've sworn you were asleep.

"Are you even awake?" His voice was irritated, and his facial expression reflected it when you opened your eyes, but you kept your mouth shut, keeping up the facade.

After he took a moment to look over you with his jaw ticking, he huffed again. "I can't tell if you're messing with me or just don't want it tonight."

You simply smirked at him, closing your eyes again.

"I take it it's the first one, then."

With that, he kissed the edge of your lips before sliding down until his face was between your legs. He slid your underwear off and messily licked your cunt, hitting your clit with every stroke of his tongue. He then sucked on your clit while a finger entered you, prodding at your walls. You didn't loosen or tighten around him, adding to his confusion about the situation.

When he judged that this wasn't doing anything for you, he pulled away and rose, hovering over the rest of you. When you felt he had stopped for a while, you peaked an eye open, seeing him looking irritated above you. You opened both eyes, giving him an innocent look.

"Don't give me that. What's gotten into you?"

Just like before, you shrugged. But you blinked in surprise when his length entered you in one snap of his hips. He ground against one of your sweet spots, but you still had no reaction, meanwhile Heizou was panting above you, watching your expressions like a hawk.

When he finally started thrusting, he hid his face for a moment to calm his moans before he returned to watching you. His restrained expression would've been a pretty big turn-on if you weren't numbed.

"S-so that's- ngh- it then? Noth-thing?"

You sent him a condescending smile. He chuckled bitterly.

"Fuck, you're g-good at that- hah-"

He tried keeping a straight face as he fucked you, keeping eye contact, but he ultimately failed, cursing and hiding his face for a moment.

"H-have you always been able to- huff- do that? Or am I j-just awful?"

There was still no response and his mind was in turmoil. Hadn't you told him he was the best you'd ever had? Surely that wasn't just pity.

When you saw his strained expression, you couldn't help but break the facade.

"It feels great, Shika."

He looked up at you, as if he wasn't sure if you had said it or if he was hallucinating. When he saw your gentle smile, it made his heart ache.

"Don't lie to me-"

As soon as that bitter tone started coming out of his mouth, you grabbed him by the chin and pulled him into your lips. He reluctantly kissed back after a moment, melting into it. When you pulled away, you were soft with him.

"Stop being a bitch and cum already so I can tell you my secret."

He huffed. "You're the bitch," he mumbled against your chest before he went back to rocking into you at a fast pace.

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Honestly, this was less fun than I thought it would be :( hope some of yall like it anyway