HSR Men in Relationships (SFW)

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Argenti ♡This man worships you. ♡He searches for beauty and to now have the very definition of that in his arm, he cannot believe it ♡Ever since you two met he questions if this is reality as you are too good to be true ♡Argenti does his best to make time for you while getting his knightly duties done

HSR Men in Bed (NSFW)(afab!reader)

*CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT 18+*

4.2k words

PROMISE. blade & fem!reader

{ not sfw, mdni. 0.4k } rough rough, biting, overpowering you, cumming inside

your cries disappear in the supple cotton of the pillow as blade pounds into you, his hands gripping your wrists tightly. oh no, he will not allow you push his hips away.

not after you begged for this so adorably just moments ago.

his cock stretches your pussy wide, filling you to the brim with every thrust, and you arch your back against him, letting him impale you over and over again on his hard girth. he growls, his fingers digging into your soft sides, leaving reddened imprints, as he pulls you towards him. he slams into you roughly, his balls slapping against your overly sensitive clit as he fucks you without mercy. you are dripping, the slickness saving you from the punishment as he ruts into you.

you squirm in his grasp, trying to break free of his hold, but no, he holds you firmly. he doesn’t want you to move. you're here just to take care of his needs.

NSFW ALPHABET (18+)

w/ MIGUEL O'HARA x girlfriend!reader

Aftercare (what they are like after sex?)- Super early on in the relationship, when Miguel is still slightly wary of you because of all his baggage, he's a bit lazy after sex. He'll ask if you're okay, but that's about it. He is a true gentleman once he knows you're not gonna betray or abandon him (LMAO POOR MIGS). Carrying you to the bath he's prepared for you, washing your weary body, whispering praises in your ear. If he's completely ruined you, he will make you food or cut up some fruit to apologise.

Body Part (what is their favourite part of their/your body?)- Miguel is a little insecure about his body, mainly due to his self-loathing regarding his mutant DNA and the features he’s inherited from that. But if he had to pick, he’d probably say his arms. As much as he fears his own strength, he thinks it’s cool that his biceps are so big and what not.

In terms of your body, Miguel is a thigh man. Loves leaving hickeys and bite marks against the plush, sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, loves having his head squished by them while he's eating you out, loves when they wrap around his waist or hips when you're fucking. He just loves thighs.

Cum (anything to do with cum)- If you're on the pill or you're at that point in your relationship, Miguel most definitely cums inside. 1) he has a major breeding kink. 2) it makes the sex feel so much more intimate for him.

Miguel cums a LOT. By that I mean, he produces a lot of cum, and climaxes for a long time, filling you to the brim to the point of excess spilling from your cunt just from one load. When he cums in your mouth, it feels like getting waterboarded in fucking oobleck. Tastes more salty than bitter.

Dirty Secret (what they'd like to do to you/with you)- I feel like Miguel would be really into somno, whether he keeps it a secret or not. He often gets home at the unholiest of hours during the night, climbing in through the bedroom window still in his suit to be welcomed home by your sleeping form. The sight of you sleeping so innocently in your big, shared bed does something to Miguel that he's not proud of. He can just imagine the cute, confused little pout on your face when you wake up to Miguel grinding his cock balls deep inside of your wet heat.

Experience (how much experience do they have?)- Miguel is an experienced man. I don't want to use the word slut... but I will use the word WHORE. Also, my man is fluent in the language of biology. He knows (female) anatomy like the back of his hand. His dating + hook-up history, coupled with that scientific knowledge, make him an expert on your pleasure.

Favourite Position (how do they like to fuck you?)- Mating press + missionary, doggy, 69, and spooning are some of his go-to's, but when it comes to positions, he's willing to experiment with anything, since he has the physical strength to do so and manipulate your body into any position he pleases.

Goofiness (how serious are they during sex?)- When he's been away from you for a while, he has no time for fun and games. He wants to use you for his pleasure and find comfort in the way you moan for him, not mess around and act all stupid. And in general, he takes your pleasure seriously, only acting silly when he wants to make you feel more comfortable or he’s had the day off without the stress of the Society lingering in his mind.

The only times where sex can really be described as 'goofy' is when you're both a little tipsy or something abrupt occurs (e.g Miguel breaks the bed 'cause he's a big, strong man and fucks too hard)

Hair (what their body hair is like?)- Miguel is a hairy ass man. Hair EVERYWHERE. He keeps his pubes trimmed for hygiene, and his face more or less clean-shaven (letting his stubble grow out occasionally), but other than that he just lets his thick, dark, wavy body hair do as it pleases.

Intimacy (how intimate is the sex?)- The sex is so intimate. The way Miguel's hands travel across every inch of your body, his sharp red eyes staring into your own as he worships you, regardless of whether the sex is rough or soft, makes the atmosphere so passionate every single time. Once Miguel decided you were the one for him, he treated you like the goddess you are every time you fuck. The breathy confessions that leave his lips, the eye contact, the attention to detail... sometimes the sex becomes too intimate. Miguel is a go-big or-go-home kind of guy. And sex with you? It's always gonna be a big deal to him.

Jerk Off (do they jerk off, and if so, how often?)- Miguel only jerks off when you've been separated for a while. And he only does it to the thought of you. Definitely masturbates to videos you've so graciously sent him on a floating, holographic screen in his dark office at HQ. He imagines his hand is your cunt, yet the thought isn't enough. He craves you.

Kink (one or more of their kinks/turn ons)- Big breeding kink. Miguel craves a second (technically third or fourth) chance at having a loving family, and what better way than getting you knocked up. The idea of a commitment that serious being caused by the fucking load after load of his cum into your fertile womb and caring for you while your beautiful baby grows inside of you not only warms Miguel's heart but triggers something almost animalistic within him.

Honourable mentions: size kink, marking, eye contact

Location (where would you do it?)- You've done it on pretty much every flat surface in your shared apartment, including the shower. You've done it in the back of his car, in his office at HQ, in public bathrooms... once Miguel even fucked you on top of a skyscraper for Valentine's Day. When Miguel is in the mood and he knows the two of you have privacy, he fucks. BIG free-use guy.

Motivation (what gets them amped up?)- Miguel gets turned on by domesticity. Whether it's you doing housework or cooking for him, or he catches a glimpse of you giggling at something on TV, the thought of you being so comfortable in your own home, the home you've made together, makes Miguel so incredibly horny, hence the "done it on every flat surface" statement.

NO (what won't they do?)- Anything that may makes either of you uncomfortable, and none of the general gross and inhumane things that people turn into kinks.

A specific thing that Miguel isn’t willing to do in bed is ageplay. Not only is it weird to begin with, but he’s had experience being a father before in the most devastating of circumstances, so it’s even more disturbing to him. The idea of being a grown man and getting off to the caricature of a little girl makes him feel sick. And he also hates the way it would make you feel, being so infantilised and having to say and do all of that demeaning shit to satisfy a man isn’t right.

Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)- Miguel is a munch. End of statement. Gets lost in the taste of your pussy and will not stop expertly nibbling, sucking, fucking, slurping, and licking at your cunt until you're genuinely screaming at him for him to stop. He honestly gets drunk off of it and cums in his pants every time he gets to bury himself in your slick folds and devour you like a man starved.

Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)- Miguel is a superhuman with mutant abilities. He could drill into you at impossible speeds, absolutely demolishing your poor cunt. But he never exceeds a certain speed for your comfort and pleasure. Also, he's afraid he'll look dumb thrusting into you that fast.

Prefers a mix, usually starting slow and sensual, drawing out climax after climax from you, before becoming too lost in his own pleasure, allowing his thrusts to lose all diligence and become feverish and sloppy, drilling into you like there's no tomorrow.

Quickie (do they like them?)- Miguel despises quickies but finds himself having to do them often. As mentioned, Miguel loves to take his time with you and make you feel incredible. He hates that his work puts a time restraint on the passion he can express in bed. He regularly has to compromise with quick, sloppy, morning sex (that you still love) so that you both feel some relief. It means the occasions where you guys can properly be intimate are fucking feral, though!!

Risk (are they willing to experiment?)- I feel like Miguel likes to keep things pretty comfortable. You both have your freaky tendencies and desires that make your sex life anything but vanilla, but he's too concerned with harming you to experiment with anything too freaky.

Stamina (how long do they last?)- Miguel's got that superhuman stamina. Could realistically fuck you for days on end if he wanted to, but he'd never do something so selfish to his poor baby, who gets fucked out so quickly and easily on his big, fat cock :(

Toys (do they have any, would they use any?)- I don't think Miguel has any toys for himself, and he probably wouldn't be fond of the idea of you having to get yourself off using any. But, he is a busy guy, so he's aware that your needs can't always be met due to his absence. If he ever does feel insecure about your use of toys, will most definitely fuck you with them. Not as punishment, but so that you can see that even when it comes to Miguel fucking a dildo into you himself, he'll always be responsible for bringing you the most pleasure.

Unfair (how much they like to tease)- Miguel occasionally teases you as punishment, but most of the time, it's just to get the biggest reaction out of you. He likes to feel needed, to know that you crave him just as much as he craves you. So, he'll purposefully brush up against you in the mornings when you're both in the bathroom or kitchen, or he'll send you an innocent post-workout pic with the intention of receiving a "come home" text in response.

Volume (how loud are they?)- Miguel is pretty vocal during sex. To begin with, he keeps it to dirty talk (praise or degradation), and some quiet groans or growls. But once he starts to lose his restraint and common sense to the vice grip of your pussy, he becomes a moaning, panting, sweet-talking mess. Definitely nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck so that he can whine, groan, and whisper right into your ear, making sure you hear every single word he says as he makes sure to punctuate his sentences with needy thrusts into the depths of your warmth.

Wild Card (free space!)- Big fan of doing it in the kitchen. Somehow in that small space, he manages to contort your body into so many different positions and fuck you dumb in every single one of them. Sometimes he has to force himself to leave the house without breakfast just because the sight of you, with your messy bed head and half-naked body, making yourself a coffee as you plate up some food for the two of you, will end up making him miss work just to fuck you against the refrigerator. Maybe it’s the smell of your cooking making him high, or the aforementioned domesticity kink and his desire to make you a little housewife and mommy, but regardless, Miguel loves to have his way with you in the kitchen.

Xray (analysing the cock + balls)- Around nine and a half inches long, and thick as FUCK; three and a half inches. Like, sure he’s long, but the stretch of his girth could split you clean in half one day.

Dick is only slightly darker than the rest of his skin tone, and balls are a shade darker than that (but it may just be the illusion of his dark pubic hair). Prominent vein on the underside of his shaft, and uncut. Slight curve to the right, almost unnoticeable unless you squint real hard.

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)- EXTREMELY high. He can be ready to fuck at the drop of a hat. He will always value the romance in your relationship more than the sex, but he's been neglected for so long, and you're so goddamn pretty, he can't help it that every time he relaxes into your embrace and gets ahold of you, he wants to take you to bed and make you scream his name.

However, he’s not a PDA guy, so he can restrain himself in public. The only times you’ve fucked in public was when you were both unbearably aroused, but he’d never initiate public sex due to his own volition.

Zzz (how long does it take to fall asleep afterwards?)- Either instantly or it takes ages. He's always so tired, so you can expect the big pile of muscle to collapse on top of you and be snoring the second he's satisfied with how much he's filled you.

Alternatively, he'll lay next to you and watch you as you sleep, holding your body tight against his as he becomes lost in his thoughts for up to hours. He's a very protective partner, so after doing something so intimate, he instinctively wants to watch over you and make sure you get your beauty sleep without interruption or risk of being harmed (my paranoid bby girl).

This was a fun way of delaying the wips I actually have to be working on 😜

thinking about possessive!jean ….

on paper, jean is the perfect boyfriend. always the one to make plans to see you, take you out on the kind of dates you’d always dream of, listen to you for hours and never tire of hearing your voice , hold the door open for you — he’d truly do anything to make you happy.

but sometimes, he just can’t help it, he gets so excited, so overwhelmed that you’re his. you’re his and no one else’s. not connie’s, not reiner’s, and certainly not eren’s.

so when he finally pushes you down on the bed, sprawled out before him in ways he’s only dreamt about, he can’t help but shove your thighs against your chest, rutting into you as he finally stakes his claim.

mine. mine. mine.

the only thoughts run through his mind as your moans drown him into another plane of existence. addicted to how your walls squeeze him, the way your nails tear into his back as you beg for more — beg for him.

it all goes to his head and even though he cums in you, he just can’t stop. his hips have a mind of his own, his cock gaining its own heartbeat as he relentlessly pushes into you. there’s no way he’d ever let you go now, not when you fit so perfectly against him, not when you cry out his name like that.

and when you’re both done — sweaty, weightless and a mess of tangled limbs, he’ll admire all the pretty bites marks blossoming on your skin, hickies adjourning your beautiful neck, his cum spilling out of your cunt, entirely claimed by him.

Author's note: damn never knew I could write but eh anyways it might be bad too so idk

Headers and dividers are not mine.

do you feel like a young god?

synopsis ☆ blade wishes that his path had never collided with yours.

content info — smut (minors stay away 😡 i'm warning you), ANGST, fem! reader, regular fic but with a twist on the format. violence at the very end so be aware of that.

word count — 2.1k words.

author's note — this has been in my drafts forever. normally i don't write angst but i was listening to halsey's badlands album & it instantly gave birth to this fic. the entire album is so blade coded that it hurts. anyways this is just 100% pain and smut, there is no comfort. nonetheless i hope you enjoy this drabble and its unplanned christmas theme (i apologize in advance 😓) ALSO i'm working on reqs as we speak i swear

BLADE has never had time to entertain romantic affairs, or even indulge in spontaneous sexual encounters. such matters reeked of the kind of superficial sentimentality that he's long discarded due to its blatant, disgusting lack of appeal. since he’s remembered, all he’s ever really wanted is to taste death, to be enrobed within its earnest invitation and to finally relieve himself of his all-consuming burden. there was no room for anything else—especially something as trivial as fulfilling the human heart’s wishes.

YOU didn't plan to get involved with the agenda of the stellaron hunters, but perhaps your hopes were ultimately futile when your older sister was their very leader. really, what's funny was the fact that even though you two were related by blood, and were raised together, you only shared two traits: a sharp gaze tinted with magenta and the useful gift of perception. otherwise, you might as well have been nameless strangers. you were kind, forgiving, and preferred to heal rather than harm; kafka was the complete opposite, her manicured fingers gleefully stained with scarlet.

BLADE remembers finding himself in an unusual state of confusion when he had first met you. your appearance in itself contrasted against your team members; whereas they wore dark shades of black, purple, and red, you were clad in smooth clothes of pure silver, which didn’t make sense since they would end up dirtied and tainted either way. he remembers disapproving of your very presence because you seemed entirely unfit to fulfill your job—to kill mercilessly and to follow elio's script without an ounce of remorse or hesitation. "you don't belong here," he'd sneered, his vexation only increasing when he saw the docile smile you'd given him in response.

YOU weren't ever truly angered by the blatant acts of disrespect that blade displayed during the earliest stages of your connection. some would argue that you possessed the patience of a saint, and though you wouldn't exactly disprove such a claim, you'd say that it extended far beyond that. there was something you saw behind the scarlet hue of blade's gaze, something that lain dormant behind all the hostility. for a reason unknown, you soon grew the desire to discover it, and to maybe in turn help the man in some way. it didn't matter if a part of your soul had to be sacrificed—you would do it.

BLADE found it all too easy to decline your attempts. it was a continuous, repetitive process, where you’d seek him out and offer a few questions that seemed unassuming at first, and he’d respond by pointing out the obvious holes ruining your facade. he didn’t know why you were suddenly so eager to uncover information about him—or, to “properly acquaint yourself” as you’d innocently described it—but he didn’t care either way because it wasn’t worth trying to. at least those were the words he told himself for the first four months.

YOU managed to break down the weakest parts of blade’s walls by the fifth month. it was slow, and arduous, and yes, a bit frustrating—hearing him curse you out wasn’t really a motivating experience—but ultimately your efforts prevailed in the end. finally, if only a little bit, he opened up to you, and he began giving short but actual responses instead of a mere grunt or a simple click of the tongue. and so he started filling in small snippets about himself. how he found pleasure in the familiarity of a sword. how he despised the way your sister called him ‘bladie.’ how kuding tea was one of his preferred drinks. how he couldn’t remember the last time he dreamt in his slumber.

BLADE was rather astounded by the change in behavior you seemed to have withdrawn from him. at first he denied the reality and brushed off the occurrence as him simply taking the easier route, so that he didn’t continue to waste unnecessary effort on dodging your pesky questions. but here was the truth—he wasn’t lazy, ever. he always did things for a reason, always justified his actions with some kind of logic, no matter how immoral. something strange was happening, and he wasn’t entirely sure why, but he still tried to maintain a form of apathetic distance. blade convinced himself that things were remaining strictly professional. even as his pale hands somehow found themselves entangled within your soft hair during one stormy night, and even as his chapped lips pressed against yours.

YOU were surprised but not at all unwelcoming of the unorthodox suggestion that blade gave you one day. in a tone that betrayed no emotion, he asked—well, perhaps demanded—that you two enter a sort of arrangement that he called “being each other’s respective stress relief.” in a more straightforward, explicit manner, you two would use each other for physical pleasure whenever needed. that was where the intimacy started, and it was where it ended. with your heart beating a bit more than it should have, you agreed. blade smiled—a small, predatory kind of smile—before engulfing you in a harsh kiss, backing you into the wall as his hand squeezed around your neck.

BLADE relished the sounds that he was able to elicit from you—sweet, pretty little moans, desperate, high-pitched whines, and of course, the breathless mantra of his own name. every ounce of it made him swell with smug pride, and made his cock harden even more. your eyes would shut tightly whenever you felt particularly overwhelmed with pleasure, and of course he’d always force you to open them. after all he needed you to see just how much of a slut you were for him, just how much he’d ruin you with the marks he’d leave all over your skin and the countless orgasms he’d trigger within you. somewhere in the very back of his mind, there was a faint voice that warned him of the territory he was threatening to cross, just barely short of touching the edge. but he ignored it in favor of savoring the depraved sense of exhilaration that electrified his veins, knowing that he was the one corrupting his colleague’s sweet, innocent, naive little sister.

YOU found your heart beating impossibly faster every time your lips met his, every time he quietly snuck into your quarters and whispered things that were only for you to hear. of course it was only inevitable that you fell in love with the man himself. long forgotten was your goal to solely fix him because in a strange, almost twisted way, it was like you were healing yourself with every scorching touch of his fingers, every relentless thrust of his hips. and for better or for worse, it felt like he was starting to care for you against all odds, and you saw it through the littlest of things. how his dull scarlet eyes seemed to brighten just for a second when he saw you, how he started to stay the night after he ravished you, how his fingers traced your beautifully bruised skin with an uncharacteristic gentleness when he thought you were asleep. you loved it, and soon his embrace was the only thing you learned to crave.

BLADE seemed like he was caught in a peculiar trance ever since you two had agreed to the "stress relief" arrangement. it was unimaginable, really—or at least it should have been. not once had he felt such unbridled emotion for a woman, or for any person in general. he detested the sensation at first. hated how vulnerable it made him feel. so, whenever he felt particularly exposed, whenever you smiled at him for too long, he used your body as a distraction. he'd mark your skin as if he was nothing more than a mindless animal, would pin both your wrists above your head as he snarled, hips smacking against yours. the strategy would work for some time, but the moment he saw you fall into a peaceful slumber—exhausted from all the rigorous activity—the emotions would come rushing at him again, full force. soon there was a voice at the back of his mind, whispering of how he was falling into a trap. one that he had arrogantly, unknowingly set for himself.

YOU started to feel a shift in blade's behavior, noticing how he became more distant as the days passed. your conversations shortened and shortened until they became almost reminiscent of the ones you'd have at the beginning of your relationship. your nightly sessions dwindled in frequency, eventually reaching the point where he barely even knocked on your door at all. all of it drove you to the brink of insanity, worry consuming every ounce of your being until you couldn't handle it anymore. "what the hell?" you had hissed, pulling the man aside once silver wolf and your sister had retreated to their quarters for the night. "why won't you talk to me, blade? what did i do?" but even that didn't work. all he did was scoff and push past your figure, shaking off your grip when you reached out for him. the next day, you were so distraught that, in a fit of desperation, you asked your sister for help. but the only thing you received was a look of warped pity and an obscure comment. "once the candle burns out, the room grows dark again." kafka murmured.

BLADE couldn't handle any of it anymore, his seemingly endless endurance having reached past its limit. he hated the way you looked at him in confusion and anger, and most of all, betrayal, as if he had stabbed you in the back. he might as well have. but above that, he hated the way you reminded him of his curse's weight. in another life, he had thought of immortality as a gift—a gleaming trophy awarded only to those who had gone above and beyond to prove their superiority. how foolish he had been. immortality was a burden, its pressure so insurmountable that it felt heavier than holding up the sky itself. from the very beginning, he'd known that being immortal meant that he'd have to watch the people around him fall prey to death's embrace, but somehow that simple fact evaded his mind when he—it still pains him to admit this—developed feelings for you. he wasn't quite sure if what he felt was love in its raw form, but he was pretty damn certain that it was the closest he was going to ever get. because as selfishly and disgustingly sentimental as it was, the last thing he wanted was to see you wither with age, until you were nothing more than another corpse. and so with a shaky breath, and an unstable heart, he decided to handle the situation in the only way he knew how to.

the truth was that YOU truly were one of the most perceptive people out there, even as heartbreak dulled your senses. so you heard the muted footsteps and saw the swiftly approaching shadow. you knew who it was, even without sparing a glance. still, you remained motionless, your movements almost painfully frozen as your eyes slid shut. tears silently rolled down your face, staining your skin even before the sword pierced through your chest. crimson seeped through your silver blouse like ink on a blank canvas. you fell to the ground, exhaling unshakily, unrivaled pain blooming within every inch of your body. you felt the strength being drained from your spirit, but you mustered the will to meet blade's scarlet gaze. "guess i should have expected this, huh?" you murmur, fingers moving to feel where he'd stabbed you. silently, blade crouched down to your level, his expression unreadable. you reached for his hand, neither of you flinching when his skin became stained with your blood.

"all of this was a mistake," BLADE muttered, tone betraying not even an ounce of emotion. still, he kept his fingers intertwined with yours, and that action alone was enough. "my fate is already determined, but you sealed your own the second you approached me." the wind was cold and unforgiving around the two of you, its invisible talons recklessly combing through the man's ebony strands of hair. but blade paid it no mind, not even when a particularly harsh gust threatened to overwhelm your last words. and as time would tell, those were the very words that would haunt him in the future.

"i'd seal my fate over and over if it meant that i'd see you happy again." you whispered, and for once you failed to notice one crucial detail.

for the first and last time, blade's vision grew blurry from his tears.

˚ ₊✩‧₊◜  ❛ PUSSY SLAPPING ! ❜ ALHAITHAM   ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

al haitham x f!reader . 18+ content. ⟆ nsfw + unprotected sex/raw sex. praise kink. pussy slapping/pussy spanking (?) . creampie. clit rubbing + pinching. ⟆ mdom + fsub ⟆ not proofread ! (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

The slap resounded through the room, the sting of his palm against your aching cunt leaving you breathless. A moan escaped you, your head thrown back, hips canting down towards him, seeking more of the sweet, delicious friction that accompanied the sharp sting. The heat that settled between your thighs was nearly unbearable, your entire body alight with pleasure as he thrust into you, each snap of his hips sending you hurtling closer and closer to the precipice of your own pleasure. Your cunt throbbed, your belly tightening with the promise of release, the tell-tale signs that your climax was approaching. You could hardly contain the gasps and whimpers that fell from your lips, a steady stream of sounds and noises, a lewd cacophony of the sweet, delicious pleasure the man above you was providing you with.

He grunted, his brows furrowing with the effort of fucking into you, his hands gripping your hips as he guided your pussy down his cock, the way you fluttered around him so, so sinfully good. The slap of skin meeting skin rang out through the room, the sounds of your slick squelching with the force of his thrusts and the lewd noises of him fucking into you a melody to his ears. You were absolutely drenched, your arousal coating his cock and pelvis, the evidence of just how much you loved him dripping onto the sheets below you. He groaned, the sound deep and throaty, his head tilting forward to watch the way you took his cock, how your cunt swallowed him up.

His palm met the wet heat of your pussy once more, and the shock that rippled through you had you crying out, a moan tumbling from your lips. You jolted with every strike to your clit, your cunt clenching around him and only serving to spur him on. Your eyes fluttered shut, and he clicked his tongue, displeased by your disobedience.

"Look at me." He commanded, and the sheer force of his voice had your eyes snapping open, your gaze meeting his. He smirked, the look in his eyes positively sinful, his fingers coming to pinch your clit as he continued to drive into you. The pressure that had been steadily building inside you began to crest, the promise of an orgasm looming just out of reach. Your eyes were locked on his, the look of pure, unadulterated bliss written on your features driving him absolutely wild. He leaned forward, his nose brushing against yours as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss.

"Cum for me, sweet girl. Be a good girl and cum all over my cock. I want to feel you fall apart." He whispered against your lips, the sensual cadence of his words sending you spiraling. His pace picked up, his hand working furiously at your clit, his fingers pressing against the sensitive nub just the way he knew you liked it. The way he spoke to you, the low, gravelly quality of his voice as he encouraged you, had your body trembling. You were so close, the tight coil of pleasure in your stomach winding ever tighter, and you chased after your high, desperate for the mind-numbing bliss he was so readily giving you.

Your hips bucked desperately, your body trembling with the force of your oncoming orgasm. Your walls fluttered around him, your body tightening, and his mouth descended upon yours again, swallowing up your moans as you came. You cried out, the intensity of the pleasure too much for you, your cunt convulsing and your back arching. You came with a sob, your climax washing over you, the feeling unlike anything else. Alhaitham's movements grew erratic, his thrusts stuttering as he followed you into oblivion, a low groan spilling from his lips as his release crashed over him. His seed spurted inside you, hot and thick, his hips stilling as he filled you up. You sighed, your body slumping, the pleasure making you feel boneless, sated, and absolutely blissful.

"Such a good girl for me." He cooed, his lips pressing a kiss to your forehead. He pulled out of you, the drag of his cock along your sensitive walls causing you to whimper. You winced as he pulled out, your cunt aching, the sensitivity too much. He chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

"Oh? Painful already?"

You flushed, unable to form a response. His hand caressed the wet folds of your pussy, and he chuckled at the way you flinched.

"Poor thing," He said, the smirk on his lips betraying his true intentions. "Perhaps you shouldn't have been such a naughty girl then, hm?"

sharing is caring

warnings: threesome, possessive zhongli, voyeurism, double penetration, unprotected sex, implied marking, aftercare

zhongli stares at you with pure disbelief. it didn’t bother him that there’s a new guy you’re crushing on and you intend to pamper him a lot but did you really have to ignore him in the process? you no longer pay attention to him anymore and it seems that the mark on your hip is now long forgotten. and he intends to remind you who claimed you first.

as a possessive man, he despises sharing. he despises the fact he has to share you with an akademiya scribe who is rational to the core and secretly loves the way that all your attention is on him.

one night, your legs are spread wide open before him and taking him again again while al haitham sat on his chair, watching zhongli fuck the daylights out of you while stroking himself. the dendro user is amused about this whole ordeal and just like zhongli, he doesn’t like to share.

Yandere Alhaitham x Reader

/// Ignorance Is Bliss

Summary:

You discover that your new love, Alhaitham, secretly keeps a detailed knowledge capsule about you.

cw: GN reader, spoilers for alhaitham’s lore and sumeru archon quests, yandere themes, stalking, manipulation, implied not-sfw

Alhaitham knows better than anyone else that there's always a price to pay to enter the oasis of knowledge. 

Sanity is the ticket those desert sirens crave to check before you board. 

Enticing scrolls of information wrap around your waist and weary legs, dragging you toward the mirage of gilded wisdom. They dance around, heated faces burned from the whispers of sand. The glistening flow of cleansing texts and books containing forbidden, convoluted details tempts people's thirst. 

It's all for the enlightenment. An intoxicating euphoria of comprehension, to feel the ivory branches and leaves of Irminsul flood their senses. Perhaps it's the glory, that "aha!" moment people desire. They want to fatten their parched egos and satisfy that sinister appetite. They hunger to be better than everyone else by knowing and achieving more, by finding the Holy Grail first. 

Knowledge is the charmer; people are the sinful serpents. 

As with any personal research project for him, it started with discovering the topic of interest

Alhaitham prides himself on being a man with principles rooted in logic. Rationality is the key to clarity. Dreams are mere distractions. They are fanatical fantasies that the mind plays to taunt and deceive. The Sages endlessly speak of how emotions only get in the way of breaking the Samsara and reaching Nirvana. 

Perhaps the moon can only hope to achieve the greatness of the sun. 

That is why it was noon when he first laid eyes on you in the House of Daena.

You smelt of orange blossom.

𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐁𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐩 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰 In which . . . Pink bows.

〔CW〕 — Kissing, Shuji's muscles, pet names (babe and baby)

〔AN〕 — I did it @white-poppie

Аre you sleeping?..

alhaitham doesn't mind listening to your worries. he focuses on finding the solution, offering you logical advice for your troubles, but only if asked directly. he learned and accepted that sometimes you just need to know he's there for you. he won't interrupt you or push you to resolve it when you're still in need of comfort. he's quite happy to give you a hug of reassurance, to talk this out or about something else to relax your mind, to soothe your nerves until you're ready to take the next step.

but there's always that inside voice in alhaitham's head telling him don't bother me as he nods in agreement to hear you out. he just ignores it, because he loves you, no matter what, even if you interrupt his current activities or his routine.

he will do fine without knowing what's going on in your head. if you wish to, you can always share it with him, yes? on very rare occasions, he gets a little assertive, out of care, mostly when he sees something seriously worrying you and yet you remain silent for too long.

dr. ratio asks right away — is this a reassurance you seek in him, or is it a solution you need? but, to be completely honest, you will receive none. he wants to see you succeed in overcoming your own troubles by yourself, knowing well it will bring you more experience and satisfaction. if he sees you just being momentarily overwhelmed, he's more than willing to take a bit of that toll on himself, offering the much needed time for you to calm down, to talk through the issue together.

think for yourself he says, but he secretly wants you to bother him. he will ponder what he would do in such a situation, how different your own answer will be. he's almost excited to see you turning towards him for help — but only if it's out of trust, not blind faith in his intellect.

oh, he may criticise you for reaching out to him for advice, but the second you try to resolve it yourself without even mentioning it to him, he's almost offended. he doesn't want anything to go past his curious mind, and he has to comment on everything.

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Toji taking baby Gumi fishing and Yuji with his grandpa 🥹

“𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒” [GENSHIN MEN]

; GENSHIN MEN WHO HAVE DEEP, DARK DESIRES

NSFW; 18+ content and themes ahead, minors DO NOT INTERACT.

all legally aged genshin men; gender-neutral reader. interacting with the following content is a free choice for all readers. the author does not take any responsibility for the repercussions.

!! tw— somnophilia, dacryphilia, corruption kink, possesiveness, reader has anger issues, bondage. !!