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freaky dom mitya… the things he can do with his three hands… 🤤
(mdni)
And he's so creative with it too ughhhhh.
Like he would bounce you on his cock, one hand on your hip, another playing with your nipple with his tongue licking the other, and his scarf choking your neck, enough to apply pleasure as tears stream down your eyes.
Or another time, when his scarf held you down as Mitya fingered you hard and deep, his other hand spreading your legs wide open for him, and all you could do was beg for his cock instead of his fingers but both him and his scarf seem to enjoy watching you cry into a filthy and sticky mess.
Or when Mitya would punish you for misbehaving. He'd watch from afar as his scarf fuck you into oblivion. He hears you crying for him, telling him that you'll behave and to let you cum. Mitya just smirks in satisfaction, telling his scarf to quicken it's pace which it did. You squirted all over his bed sheets afterward.
Yeahhh, Mitya loves to use his 'other hand' to fuck you when he finds his inspirations.
Imagine Alyosha warming you up by fucking you hard and deep. (mdni, afab! reader)
“Ahhhh...Alyosha! Hnngh, too deep!” When you asked Alyosha for something to warm you up, you weren’t expecting him to fuck you into oblivion.
Your eyes fluttered back in your head as pleasure filled you up, all you could think of was Alyosha’s cock hitting your g-spot. It was so intense, it left you gasping and shaking around his cock “Hahh? Thought this was what you wanted?” Alyosha groaned, fucking you deeper into his cock.
Drool spilled from your lips as you tried finding anything—anything, to hold onto but you settled with grasping onto the wooden table.
Alyosha’s cock was rubbing all the right spots inside you, and his heavy balls were slapping right against your sensitive bundle of nerves “Yeahhhh, can feel you so fucking wet, all this just for me, hm?” You couldn’t tell from this position but you were sure he was smirking.
You cried out his name like a prayer as he gave you the meanest backshots.
He was bullying his fat cock into you and you were enjoying it every bit. Tears started streaming down your eyes “A-Alyosha…! Oh God, Oh Godddd…Ahhhh!” You babbled.
“Fuckkkk, just shut up and take it…” Alyosha couldn’t see half of your face cause it was pressed down onto the wooden table but by the Archons, he was obsessed with the way your eyes were rolling to the back, it was so lewd that he made it his mission to fuck you more.
He let out a breathy chuckle “You feel me in there? Feel my cock in your fucking stomach?”
His hand slapped your ass, leaving a red mark on it. Your eyes shot wide open “Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk…Alyoshaaa!” You stared out the window, thinking how foggy and hot the cabin was compared to the cold weather Snezhnaya always had.
You pray to the Tsaritsa that no one can hear you.
note: was writing a mitya smut fic then saw someone ask me to write something for alyosha and I just had to cause he's soooo fineeee, feel free to send me asks related to the snezhnaya cast cause omggg im literally drooling.
Thinking about giving Mitya head during work hours (mdni, fem! reader)
“Ahh…s-shit! Fuck…! Feels’ good…Haah…!” Mitya isn’t usually one to do this, not that he’s scared or anything. Just that he never really found the time to do it with you.
The heat and smell of sex was practically filling up his office, the air swirled with his groans and the sound of you taking his cock.
His cock was filling up your mouth, you bobbed your head up and down his cock. Mitya groaned, hands gripping your hair, fuck—your mouth felt so good, so warm.
You felt his hand pushing your head down slightly, making you wince as it hit the back of your throat. He called out your name, followed by a few profanities “So good for me, baby…Didn’t think—oh fuck…!”
He was relishing in the feeling of you swallowing his cock.
“Gods, just like that—take it deeper…!” Mitya gripped your hair, bobbing your head up and down his cock, taking him even more as your eyes rolled to the back.
You were growing wetter by the second. The vibrations of your moan, combined with the tightness of your throat was truly going to be the death of him.
Mitya looked down at you, your eyes teary and red but despite it all, you seemed to be enjoying it. He smirks, chuckling under his heavy breathing.
“Yeahhh, such a good fucking girl, taking my dick this deep—fuck….the sweetest, shit…!”
You’re so good to him, offering yourself like this even when he’s stressed about the numerous experiments he has to do.
His huge dick was turning you so bad that adrenaline was pumping in you faster than ever.
You continued sucking him off, pushing yourself to it and to ignore the feeling of being gagged. You let your boyfriend manhandle you, tugging at your hair for his own pleasure.
“Fuck-fuck…fuck…! I’m gonna cum-! Ohhh…Godddd…” He let his chin fall back down, jaw slack and eyes heavy.
“Babyyyy, you’re too good for me…fuck…” All the heavy workload that the Jester handed to him had been forgotten, replaced with the need to release deep in your throat.
His heavy hand pushed you to the base of his dick as hot ropes of cum shot down your throat. You swallowed them all up greedily “Fuckkkkk” Mitya whined, a tear forming in the corner of his eye from the overstimulation.
You pulled away from his dick, staring at him with your mouth slightly opened to show him.
Mitya groaned, his eyes narrowing at you with lust “Get on the desk, now” Lets hope no one hears you two fucking like wild bunnies.
cw | fluff, gn! reader (just heavily inspired by replay by shinee), reader's older, its implied they have mutual feelings for each others, crack, the age gap is two years, the reader is the prefect, not proofread, could be ooc (do not put my work into ai)
ACE had long since made himself comfortable in Ramshackle, sprawled across your sofa with his shoes kicked off while you sorted through a pile of assignments at the dining table.
"Ugh, Ace, please clean up your mess!"
"I'll do it later"
You glanced at him, watching him play his stupid games on his phone "Would it kill you to just clean up your mess that you made?" You flicked his papers.
"Yes, yes, it would kill me, prefect!"
He continued playing, too focused on beating his high score.
You sighed, grumbling about how unhelpful he is. You two were kind of behind a topic that Trein had asked you both to please cover it before the next class.
So because you were the ever so kind prefect, you asked Ace if he wanted to crash at your place and study there instead.
Oh boy, what a bad idea it was.
Instead of actually studying, he somehow roped you into playing this game with him and it got you addicted, to the point you both played till 2am.
Never are you ever gonna let Ace drag you into playing games again.
Minutes passed and Ace finally got up to clean his mess up. You looked at him and sighed "You can be such a kid sometimes" Ace turned his head so quick that you swore that it would've cracked but it didn't.
"Hahh?! Don't call me that!"
"Why not? I mean you are a kid"
Ace's cheeks turned red "Y-Yeah, but don't call me that! We are the same age!" You giggled "No, we aren't. I'm older than you by 2 years, silly" You flicked his forehead to which he rubbed it, pouting.
"That doesn't make me a kid"
"It kind of does"
"No, it doesn't!"
You laughed and went back to organizing the scattered notes across the table. "Ace, you literally spent thirty minutes trying to convince me to spend our study session helping you unlock a new skin in your game."
"And you agreed."
"...That is beside the point."
He huffed, stuffing a handful of papers into a messy pile. "You're acting like you're thirty"
"Because I am older than you"
"By TWOOO years!"
"Still older" You let out a giggle.
Ace groaned so loudly Grim yelled from upstairs for the two of you to shut up.
You ignored him, smiling to yourself. "Honestly, having you around feels like dealing with a younger brother."
"Don't call me that either!"
You looked up at him, tilting your head "Younger brother...?" You say, confused why he's so distraught.
"Y-Yeah that! I'm not your younger brother!" You blinked as he protested then you laughed "But you do act like my younger brother" Ace glared at you like as if you committed the most atrocious crime ever.
"No, I don't!"
"Yes, yes, you do"
"No, I don't!"
You chuckled "Oh come on, Ace, you are always getting us in trouble, you take food from me, you leave your things everywhere, you rope me into your schemes, and somehow I always end up cleaning up after you."
You pointed at the scattered notes still littering the coffee table. "Case in point."
"That's not little brother behavior!"
"It absolutely is."
"It is not!"
"It really is."
Ace threw his hands into the air in exasperation "You make me sound like I'm ten!"
"Not ten..." You pretended to think for a moment, tapping your chin. "...Maybe twelve."
You giggled "Why are you so distraught anyways?" You crossed your arms, staring at him, head a little tilted and he swears you are the most beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, cute, stunning person ever.
He hesitated for half a second before blurting out "I don't want you looking at me like that" You blinked "Like what...?"
"Like I'm just some kid"
His voice was quieter now, lacking the usual playful sarcasm. You stared at him for a moment before you felt your cheeks warm up.
"I mean it."
He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, avoiding your gaze "...Just... stop calling me your younger brother" The room fell quiet.
Ace knows you don't date younger guys like him, he accidentally eavesdropped your conversation with Grim once.
At first, Ace laughed it off.
Because, seriously. It was just a two year age gap.
But every time he caught you ruffling his hair, scolding him for leaving a mess behind, or sighing because he had somehow dragged you into another ridiculous situation, he started to understand why you saw him that way.
You saw him as someone who needed to be taken care of.
Someone younger. Someone you could tease and take care of.
Like a little brother.
And that bothered him more than he wanted to admit.
He thought that maybe if he begged to the sevens hard enough they would give him a chance to be with you!
At least, that's what he hoped for.
Deep down, Ace had hoped that eventually one day, you would stop seeing him as this immature, trouble making, younger brother. He wanted you to see him as someone who could stand beside you.
Someone who could make you laugh, annoy you, and maybe even make your heart race the same way his did whenever you smiled at him.
God, would he do anything for you to not see him as a kid or a younger brother.
You were helping DEUCE with his homework at the school's courtyard, a little further away tho from anyone's eyes.
Which you thought was a good idea, so that Deuce could focus more.
He was struggling on one of the questions and texted you after he was finished with all of his classes.
You were both laying on the grass with a little picnic cloth to lay on. You point at the questions he was confused with.
"Alright so, for this one, don't start with the formula straight away." You scooted a little closer, tapping the question with the end of your pencil. "Read what it's actually asking first."
Deuce nodded earnestly, his brows furrowed in concentration as he followed along "So... I should find the value here first?"
"Mhm."
"And then substitute it?"
"There you go."
"Oh..."
His eyes lit up "I get it now!" You chuckled "I knew you would" You ruffled his hair and couldn't help yourself but smile as he quickly scribbled down the rest of the solution, his handwriting growing neater the more confident he became.
"There!" Deuce set his pencil down with a relieved sigh "I would've been stuck on that forever"
"See! I knew you could do it"
Deuce's shoulder slouched "Yeah...but only after you helped me" You sighed, sitting up.
"Deuce, don't worry, you are pretty smart, you know that?" Deuce rubbed his nape "I guess..." You looked at him softly before reaching over to pat his head.
His hair was a little messy from lying on the grass, and you smoothed a few strands back into place.
"Don't sell yourself short" You said gently "You've improved so much since we first met. You work hard, you don't give up, and even when something's difficult, you keep trying until you understand it"
Deuce's cheeks warmed ever so slightly "...You really think so?"
"I know so."
A small, bashful smile tugged at his lips before he looked away, embarrassed by the praise.
"...Thanks"
You smiled back.
"I mean it. Sometimes you remind me of a little brother who's trying his absolute best"
The smile vanished from his face.
"...A little brother?"
"Hm?"
"You... think of me like that?"
You blinked, confused by the question.
"I mean, you're younger than me, and you're always asking me for help with homework or coming to Ramshackle whenever you're stuck with something" You laughed softly "It kind of feels like looking after a younger brother"
Deuce's shoulders stiffened "...Could you not call me that?"
You tilted your head "Not call you what?"
"...Your younger brother" His answer came almost immediately "I don't really... like hearing that" Deuce looked away "...Why?"
Deuce hesitated, his fingers tightening around the edge of his notebook "...I just don't" He couldn't bring himself to meet your eyes "It feels... weird"
You blinked, watching the tips of his ears slowly turn pink.
"But you are younger"
"I know"
"So I don't see what's so—"
"I just..." He let out a quiet sigh before mumbling under his breath, "...I don't want you seeing me that way"
There was something so earnest in the way he said it that it caught you completely off guard.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
Deuce knows you don't date younger guys like him. He heard it once when you were talking with Grim. He didn't mean to listen, but once he heard those words, they stuck with him.
At first, he thought maybe he just needed to work harder. Become stronger. Become more reliable. Become someone you could look at and think of as an equal instead of someone you needed to take care of.
After all, isn't that what he always wanted? To stop being the delinquent everyone expected him to be and become someone people could trust?
But there was one thing he couldn't accept.
Being called your little brother.
He didn't want to be someone you worried about, someone you had to guide or look after. He wanted to be someone who could stand beside you, someone who could protect you just as much as you protected him.
Not your younger brother.
Not someone you had to take care of.
But someone who could make you smile, someone you could rely on.
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You had long forgotten what warmth felt like. Whether it was the sun on your skin or the comfort of another person's embrace, both had become distant memories buried beneath endless snow.
You stared blankly through the frost-covered window, watching the blizzard rage outside.
White.
Nothing but white.
The snowfall swallowed everything beyond the palace walls. The mountains, the forests, the roads—gone. Sometimes you wondered if it was all worth it.
Your room offered little distraction.
A few worn trinkets sat untouched on the shelves. A dull pencil rested beside scraps of paper filled with unfinished sketches. Some days you drew flowers from memory. Other days you drew faces you prayed you would never forget.
And then...
There was her.
The heavy doors creaked open.
Your shoulders tensed instinctively, fingers curling tighter around your knees before you quickly forced yourself to relax.
Smile.
Always smile.
Despite the unease coiling tightly in your chest, you looked up and greeted her with the same gentle smile you had perfected over the years.
You weren't sure whether she knew it was only an act.
Perhaps she did.
Perhaps she simply chose to pretend otherwise.
Either way, as long as you smiled, she never hurt you.
Anastasya walked toward you with graceful, measured steps before lowering herself beside you.
She smiled back. A genuine smile.
Rare, her people would probably say.
"How are you faring today, my dear?" Her gloved fingers brushed against your cheek. Cold.
You leaned into the touch anyway.
"I feel much better now that you're here."
Her blue eyes softened, pleased by your answer.
"And what about you, Ana?"
The nickname earned another smile, this one warmer than the last. She had always preferred hearing her name from you that way, as though it belonged to someone ordinary instead of the Empress of an entire nation.
"I'm doing much better now that I'm with you, dearest."
She spoke at length about her day.
How Pierro had buried himself beneath mountains of paperwork. How the Harbingers had each given their reports. How she had visited her father's grave earlier that morning.
You listened quietly, nodding at all the right moments.
It had become second nature.
Listening.
Agreeing.
Being whatever she needed you to be.
A comfortable silence settled between you.
Then you noticed it.
The slight downturn of her lips. The faint crease between her brows. Your heartbeat quickened.
Before your thoughts could spiral further, you reached for her hand, cradling it carefully between yours.
"What's wrong, Ana?"
Concern colored your voice with practiced sincerity.
She sighed softly.
"My subjects have become... rather rebellious lately." You remained silent. "They've begun protesting our continuation of Project Stuzha." Her icy fingers slowly tightened around yours.
"It saddens me to see them like this..." Her gaze drifted somewhere far beyond the room. "...but I have no choice."
You knew better than to speak. Instead, you offered another understanding nod. It was what she wanted. What she always wanted.
Her free hand rose once more, gently cupping your face.
Her touch carried almost no force, yet you felt utterly trapped beneath it.
"You won't disobey me like they did..." Her thumb brushed across your cheek.
"...will you, my dear?"
A cold sweat prickled down the back of your neck.
The room suddenly felt smaller.
The air heavier.
"N-No, Ana." Your voice came out quieter than intended.
"I wouldn't." She smiled. Satisfied.
Her hand slowly slipped from your cheek, tracing the curve of your neck before resting lightly against your chest. Right above your heart.
"I know you wouldn't."
Her voice was soft.
Tender.
"Not after... that little incident."
Your smile faltered for the briefest moment. The memory surfaced before you could bury it.
Years had passed.
Yet it remained painfully vivid.
You remembered racing through unfamiliar corridors, convinced freedom was only a few steps away.
You remembered the snow burning your lungs as you ran.
Then the sound of boots behind you.
One of her Harbingers had caught you before you'd even reached the palace gates.
You remembered expecting punishment.
Execution, perhaps.
Instead, you saw her...her face...sad.
She looked at you with a heartbreak so profound it made your own chest ache.
Around her, the Fatui soldiers glared at you with unmistakable contempt.
How could you make Her Majesty cry? How could you wound the one who loved you so deeply? That was the day something inside you quietly broke.
Not because of what she did.
But because you finally understood.
No one was coming.
Not your family.
Not your friends.
Not anyone.
Who would dare oppose the Tsaritsa herself?
Who would willingly march into the heart of eternal winter just to save one insignificant person?
No one.
You had accepted that long ago. You blinked away the memory before it could reach your expression.
Then you smiled.
Just as you always did.
"Of course, Ana." Your voice was gentle. "I would never do that again."
She hummed in quiet satisfaction. As though hearing exactly what she'd hoped for. Without another word, she drew you into her embrace. You let her.
Your body moved before your mind even had the chance to resist.
Years of habit had become instinct.
"I love you, my dear."
You closed your eyes.
"I love you too, Ana."
And perhaps, in her own way She truly did love you.
She would do anything to keep you safe. Safe from the world. Safe from those who might take you away. Safe from yourself.
So she locked you within the highest chamber of her palace.
She severed every connection you had ever known, leaving only herself.
She stationed her Harbingers outside your door to ensure you never wandered too far.
She became your companion.
Your comfort.
Your family.
Your entire world.
After all love was meant to protect.
Even if protection felt indistinguishable from a cage.
note: WOOOOO Snezhnaya trailer gave me such motivation omggg, also sorry for not being active my loves!! Uni has been killing me lately and mid terms are coming up but I really wanted to write something for our dear Tsaritsa!!!
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18+ (mdni), fem reader, threesome, reader has hair, profanity.
"F-Fuck! Tight fuckin' mouth!"
Sokka groaned, hand wrapped around your hair, pulling it. His eyes rolling back in his head.
You whimper around Sokka's cock, eyes glistening.
Zuko continued his brutal pace in you, his cock filling you up in every spot that you swear you could see stars in your vision.
"She feels so good...shit..."
You feel Sokka pressing your head down to take more of him, you try looking up at him and see him smirking down at you, sweat covered his toned body.
"You like that, huh, pretty girl?"
You nod, tears streaming down your face. Sokka couldn't help but chuckle, thinking how adorable you looked right now, fucked to oblivion.
Zuko groaned, feeling a little neglected.
His finger came into contact with your clit, rubbing it "Haaaah! Z-Zukooo...!" You arched your back, lips leaving Sokka's cock to which he whined.
You screamed in pleasure, feeling Zuko's balls slapping against your overstimulated cunt, you felt another orgasm creeping up on you "Now, now, Zuko, you gotta share man"
Zuko pulled out of you, earning a whine and cry from you.
Though, it didn't last long as Sokka placed your back down on the bed, pushing your legs apart.
"Open up for me, pretty girl"
You whimpered when his cock entered you, filling you up "S-Sokka...! O-Oh God!" Your eyes widened in shock, seeing Zuko in front of your face.
He pries your mouth open with his fingers "Suck".
You pressed your tongue around his much bigger fingers, slowly sucking them.
"Yeah? Feels good, huh?" You heard Sokka laugh at you. All you could do was whine, taking his mean thursts. "Look, she's enjoying it Zuko, fuckkkk..."
Zuko grabbed his cock, placing it inches from your face before pulling you to it. He guided your head to a rhythm, bobbing it up and down.
"Ahh...S-Shit...!" You gag when his cock hit the back of your throat.
"You'll take all of us, understood?"
Zuko couldn't help but get excited when you nodded, tears in the corner of your eyes, clearly fucked out.
You moaned, rolling your eyes in the back of your head as Sokka's cock was rubbing all the sweet spots inside you.
His balls slapping right against your sensitive bundle of nerves that you almost blacked out until you felt Zuko's big hands grip your cheeks.
"Stay awake"
"C'mon now, pretty girl, the fun's barely started, haahhhh fuck!"
This was going to be one very looooooonggggg night.
note: both zuko and sokka were literally my childhood crushes, so to see those edits of the new movie, omggggg I'm gonna combustttt, not to mention aang?? HELLOOO??
Why was the traveler and Paimon surrounding you...
Oh yeah, you were just hit by a mitachurl.
God, how could you be so stupid as to not see it. It's size was literally as big as a tree!
You got up, touching your forehead, groaning "Hey, take it easy, don't move just yet" You heard the traveler say.
"Oh my goodness! Traveler! They're bleeding! They're bleeding!" Paimon screams. If she doesn't shut up any minute now, you might shove your sword down her throat.
"Paimon! Stop screaming, they're clearly tired!"
"Sorry! Sorry!"
Your hand went down to your cheek, hissing in pain upon coming in contact with an injury.
"Captain!"
Lohen came running to the scene, in distraught "Are you alright-!"
"I'm fine...Archons, you all are overreacting" The traveler helped you get up, using one of their arms.
You looked at Lohen, confused.
Cause why in the world did he have this huge smile on his face while he was blushing and giggling?
"You look so good like that Captain"
There was a moment of silence until Paimon disturbed it.
"LOHEN WHAT?? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??"
"Your captain is literally injured!"
"What?! They do look good!"
You learn two important things that day.
First, to always be cautious of your surroundings.
Second, Lohen has a kink thing when you get injured (or when you are bloodied up).
note: omg im so sorry for being away for sooo long, my schedule is packed!! And im trying to adjust to a new country, and literally everything else, so have this ermm lohen fic before I get to ny class LMAOO
Hiii everyone!! It’s been a while 💔 But I’m working on your other requests!! ☹️ I’m 100% sure I’m free now cause I’m officially a uni student and my student visa has recently been granted YAYAYAYA so now I can just write whenever and whenever I want!!
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I might write two different fanfics for this cause; two characters come to mind: Zhongli and Lilia.
The idea is that you, a human, fell in love with him back when he still did not understand humans well (Zhongli as Rex Lapis or Lilia as the General). I don't have a clear idea of how you met him, but you did teach him a lot about the human world.
Exploring cities, towns, villages, and new knowledge. It came to a point where you slowly but surely developed heavy feelings for him, but as he grew, you knew that human lives were much different than his life, and so you kept these feelings to yourself.
You grew older, stayed in your village, but never married anyone else, and he grew to be this respected and strong being.
He was there when you were on your deathbed, and he was there when they buried your corpse. Tears started streaming down his cheeks; he didn't know when it happened, but all he knew was that it wasn't stopping.
Now, he finally understood that he too loved you, just a little too late.
yes this was highly inspired by Frieren and Himmel's relationship💔
enough of traveler slander, we're becoming their waifu husbando bait idgaf
i like how traveler doesn't view themselves as an all-righteous hero yet keeps feeding into it because of the expectations imposed upon them from people.
you're one of those people - a bumbling visionless idiot they needed to rescue the moment they entered this new region. after a quick check-up on you, ensuring you weren't injured, they're ready to continue their journey. paimon floats by their side, map already pulled out when you shyly approached them.
"thank you for saving me...! uhm, where are you two headed?"
the traveler and paimon glanced at each other before facing you. "the main city."
you perk up, happy to be of help. "oh! i live there, i can guide you!"
a helpful guide and entering the city's entrance later, you're conversing in the middle of the street, insisting that they can stay over at your house.
"uhh, are you sure? paimon and traveler can book our own rooms, you know!" paimon dubiously looks at you, arms crossed.
"of course, of course! i can even cook a feast for you two, think of it as payment for saving my life!"
????? you just met them, and you're already so trusting by inviting and feeding them in your house; you truly are a bumbling idiot. but the traveler supposes they're not much better having accepted that offer in the end. well. the food was good.
when they left to continue their journey the following day, you bid them farewell and told them, "feel free to sleep in here if you want! be safe, traveler! ....and paimon!"
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