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GANYU

Ganyu whimpered as you ground your hips feverishly against her cunt, slick fluids dripping down her thighs and onto the bed sheets below. You held one of her legs over your shoulder and smiled when she trembled under your hold, cooing at how cute she was with the way her eyes looked up at you under tearful lashes. 

“Ganyu…” you purr gently, stroking one of her calves, “You’re so cold…it’s perfect…”

She lets out a small whine at your words and attempts to smile, the cryo energy emitting from her body cooling the two of you down from the hot blazing heat of the sun… She never would’ve thought to use her vision like this, but since you were the one to suggest it, she quite liked the idea as now the two of you could have sex in the summer without getting too hot…

“Ah…w-wait…!”

With a sudden grind of your core against hers, Ganyu moans and grips onto your thighs while the icy feeling mixed with the heat of her folds makes you groan out in relief. “So nice…” you mumble, smiling down at her with half lidded eyes, “So good for me…”

The half-adepti whimpered pathetically at your words and seemed to bask in your praise, clumsy hands reaching up to wrap around your neck and bring you down for a kiss. Lips hotter than fire as she came all over your thighs. 

SHENHE

You yelped as Shenhe thrust furiously against your cunt with her strap. The cold dick molding itself inside your walls as you tried your best not to cum right then and there. The adeptus student looked quite intrigued at your reactions of ecstasy and held you closer against her to nibble on your ear, minty breath brushing up against your skin as she whispered hotly to fluster you even more.

“Does that feel good…?” Shenhe inquired, delivering low, shallow thrusts that made you feel the spreading coldness of cryo. “You’re holding me really tight…”

Attentive eyes locked on your cunt, she watched as it creamed deliciously over the plastic blue dildo. Tilting her head and letting judgment decide that you were indeed enjoying it. “…That seems like a good sign, I’ll go faster then…”

She started to speed up her thrusts and you gripped her legs to stabilize yourself when you bounced with each hard push. Shenhe gazing lustfully at the way her cock sank in and out with each drag of her hips, and pulling you tighter against her to feel you tremble with each, brutal, thrust.

She was definitely taking her time in making sure you were thoroughly enjoying this, the cold strap on bringing relief to your hot folds as she grinded her pelvis against your ass. “So hot…” she grunts out, starting to lose her cool as she traced the folds of your entrance with her fingers, bending you over into a position that allowed the toy to move in deeper. 

“I’ll make you feel so much better…”

LAYLA

Layla was shivering above you, unable to keep her noises to a minimum as she cried in pleasure from your tongue fucking her from below. She wasn’t used to this, being on top of you I mean. The poor elf clumsily gripping onto the sides of your pillow and rocking her hips gently to ride your face.

“Ah…I’m sorry it’s…mmh…too much…” Layla cried, looking so cute and shy as she looked down at you below her, clearly having the time of your life. “Don’t be…you taste divine…” you chuckle once you come up for air, the woman producing a comfortably cold temperature that made you shiver with delight. 

Layla whimpers at your words and shyly plants herself back down on your tongue. Feeling the tip of your nose hit her clit and cause her legs to buckle at the sensation. “Hm…Mmh…”

You notice her struggling to sit properly on top of you and laugh, the vibrations sending her into ecstasy as she moans into her lips. As she does this however, you reach up to grip her hips and stabilize her so she doesn’t fall. Her skin smooth and cold to the touch as she rocked herself more desperately on your tongue. 

“A-Ah…!” She bit her lip and moved her hands sporadically to your hair, gripping it tightly with pleasure. “More…more…”

She let out a small groan and dropped her head down to look at you, eyes clouded with a fog of lust as her tongue lolled out to show her aching desire for you…

ROSARIA

Rosaria’s tongue was thick and cold as it lapped up against your cunt, legs trembling as the nun used her even colder fingers to pry your legs apart and keep you spread for her mouth. She clicked her tongue in disapproval when she saw you trying to close your legs, keeping her away from the warm flesh that tempted her into tainting her mouth with your sin.

“Stay spread.” She says coldly, not playing around anymore as she kept you uncomfortably pinned to the wooden table below. “You complained about being too hot so here I am, helping you cool down.”

You let out a shaky breath as she thrust her tongue deeper inside you, dragging the tip against the slick walls of your folds and staring up at you with an unamused look in her eyes. She looked bored, but that couldn’t be far from the truth. The contrast of your hot clit wrapped around her cold tongue just made her uncontrollably lust for you, addicted to how she could make you shiver in the heat of summer just by using her cryo vision and her tongue…

“R-Rosaria…” you flinched when you felt her icy teeth latch onto your clit for talking. The feeling overwhelming your senses as the soothing, sharp pain cooled down your burning body.

“I thought we agreed on moans only…” she murmured into your skin, taste buds rubbing harder inside of you as she groaned at the warmness inside. “Stay quiet, or I’ll freeze your lips with my tongue…”

AYAKA

It felt like you were sucking on ice cream when you placed your lips on Ayaka. Tongue swirling over her stiffened nipples as she whimpered and tugged at your hair in response, bringing you closer to her chest while struggling to keep her moans from leaving her lips.

“Is it…haah…is it cold enough…?” Ayaka murmurs with a shiver, closing her eyes as you prodded her right breast with your teeth. The soft flesh puffing up a pretty pink as you detached from it with a gentle pop. “It’s lovely, my dear. Like a cold treat on a warm day…”

You giggle when you see her blush. Such a contrast to the cool, fridge-like feeling emitting from her own body. Vision wielders were incredible…to alter their own bodies like this and control the elements…the possibilities were endless…

You dove back down to kiss her softly, savoring the fleshy warmth of her lips that made your nerves tingle from temperature change. Not too long ago were you sucking on something much colder, and the contrast made your core heat up in anticipation. 

With one last kiss, you trailed your lips down the narrow of her neck, down to her collarbone where you laid a colony of hickies, over the valley of her breasts that made you smile when you saw the teeth marks still embedded, and right above the princess’ bare stomach that iced your hot tongue.

“There…!” Ayaka gasps, pressing her stomach against your lips and trembling when she feels how hot you are, “Just right there…”

EULA

The aristocrat smiled as she watched her fingers sink deep into the velvety warm walls of your pussy… A tint of blue emitting from her fingers as you squirm and writhe from her icy cold touch, fingers so frosty and long as she plunged them in as far as they could go. 

“Hah, you’re practically gushing over me already…” she chuckles lightly, kissing your ear as she starts to move. “Careful now…if you’re this wet already your walls would stick to my fingers like glue…”

She laughed when you only grew wetter at the thought. Soft, slow strokes thrusting into you as she savored the warmth of your fluttering walls. Eula was over the edge, completely overwhelmed and so in love as she grew obsessed with the way your cunt gripped her fingers. “So… filthy.”

Eula then lunged forward and bit the stem of your neck, basking in your cries as she let her frosty teeth nip at your skin.

“You’re still this hot…?” Eula breathlessly murmurs, pinching your clit with her thumb and stirring your insides even more. “Hmpf. Shame…I expected you to be shivering by now…”

You felt her fingers get colder inside you and you whine at the sensation, knees buckling and struggling to hold yourself up as the aristocrat places a firm hand on your belly, keeping you upright and delivering a cold shock to the bare skin of your stomach.

“Don’t fall now. I don’t want to dirty my knees if you can’t handle my fingers…”

⊹ KAVEH

he’s such a nice guy. so nice, so sweet, everyone thinks so.

no, not that shirt— yes! that color looks so good on you! — well, everyone also think’s he’s such a fashionista. and as your “good friend,” or so he claims, he always loves to see your outfits. send a pic, please! — he’ll keep begging and begging. seemed normal enough, honestly. he’ll just rate your outfits for concerts, for parties, for coffee outings, you name it. and he gave good advice, too. sweet guy, took you shopping many times and hyped you up in the dressing rooms.

would it be cute to wear skimpy clothing? he’ll ask you that a lot because apparently, he certainly thinks so. every time you head to the dressing room at a store he’ll call wait! and add something akin to an incredibly revealing shirt or bottom wear. you’ll try it on — everyone trusts his fashion advice after all. he insists to come in the dressing room with you. ah — to help button zipper up your dresses, of course! and to not waste any time. he laughs these answers off like you’re silly for even asking.

it’s one time when you’re texting him about a concert outfit you’re planning. the tight pink sheer top, he tells you, would be so perfect. you tried it on at the store one time with him but never bought it — you forgot what it looks like. perhaps he had a picture? he says he’ll send it. until he sends… he stumbles in text. ah, he didn’t mean to send that image of you still changing in your undergarments — that was in the store dressing room. um, yeah, he took that by accident, here’s the real picture of the pink top. no, no, he totally doesn’t save all those photos of you.

☁️ —

⊹ BAIZHU

this operating table was so cold, you think to yourself.

hm, i’ve never seen a condition like this before — that was what he said. there’s a curious sting in his voice, but it’s not like you can ever tell. a sharp breath hits your shoulder, and you wince. his aura feels ghostly as you stare up at the doctor’s room ceiling; you’re only in undergarments for this examination. he doesn’t say any more, not even offering up procedures or an explanation. he simply removes his gloves, and he touches you.

his hands pushing down the dips of your collarbone to “check your muscles”; his fingers curving down your waist to “feel for discomfort”; his digits pressing at your thighs to “document skin condition” — you were almost too fearful to move even a centimeter. it’s so silent. you hear him open his mouth again.

allow me to document this for future reference — what? click! and a flash — he quickly apologizes with shaky breaths, apparently he forgot to turn off flash, sorry if that startled you! the camera appears right below your nose to capture your neck, and you feel his fingers grip your chin to tilt it up. click! just one more picture, he promises. the doctor is anything but decent when his hand grips at your thigh and pulls it to the side, and you can practically feel it shaking when he — click! — grins with his camera between your legs.

☁️ —

⊹ AYATO KAMISATO

high end fashion modeling opportunity, you just had to take it.

the ceo is a young man, who would’ve thought. he looks so professional, so modest with his suit to resemble nothing below a gentleman. his smile is simple when he greets you, but they’re tried and almost dead, and you almost can’t see the color in them. he markets for a business-casual clothing vision, and he tells you he “hates small talk,” as he rambles on and on about the most random things while the tailors get you dressed up.

oh, would you like some water? — ah, that color is nice, no, no, the shorter one— what was i saying? he changes topics so fast. it feels weird when he stands back the whole time to scan your body up and down, though maybe this was how it worked…? he doesn’t even hide his eyes landing in certain areas, and he isn’t shy to pick the tighter or shorter option. pencil skirt, strapless high heels, sheer stockings, parted top.

he pulls out his phone to take pictures for, um… his manufacturing team, right, right! he grins so awkwardly when he tells you this. he gets real close to take a picture of the end of your skirt — he quickly says for the material of the stockings and the thickness of the skirt, of course, of course! he takes another picture of the parting slit in your blouse — for length, he laughs it off. he runs a hand across his forehead, he’s sweating. he’s nervously tapping his foot and licking his chapped lips until he excuses himself rather awkwardly, fleeing the room.

☁️ —

⊹ TARTAGLIA

he loves his motorbike so much; calls it his baby. he’s so cringe about it, too. he’s got an instagram account for it.

people like pictures of hot girls with a bike next to them, right? — he laughs it off so loud and casual. dorky, biggest grin on his face, a forever smile even when he picks you up under your arms so easily to put you on the seat of the bike. he just uses his phone to take the pictures. but he’s so so attentive with his bike — kneeling just for good shots and angles. but he’s so loud. calling to arch your back a certain way, to sit with your legs spread on the seat — oh, oh, put your hands at the center to cover yourself!

he wants it flashy, he wants it fun looking. he’s so touchy when he needs a certain shot that he will walk up just to move your body himself. so loud, so handsy — he’ll grab your thighs with his large hands — he’ll say to spread them justttt like that, baby. and immediately afterwards, he’ll compliment you in ways that make you freeze. so so so so touchy, he’ll compliment your hips on the photo and will move just to pat them. he’ll say your back curved so nicely with the bike as he runs his finger down your spine. what a nice guy, is all you think, even when he reaches to press a thumb to your lips when he compliments the color.

when you’re all done, he’s giddy posting it to his instagram. like the pics, like the pics! — his excitement has so much pride. when you scroll through they’re exactly what you expected. all tame, all fun looking, he’s hyping up his bike. he’s grinning wildly in his seat next to you, even when he slides to the left to add a temporary story to promote his new post. and, oh, he quickly excuses himself to use the restroom. maybe it isn’t right, but curiosity kills you to peer over his phone when the instagram options look like wayyy more photos than you actually took. spam pictures — zoom-ins you didn’t even realize he did. photos of the middle of your tight shorts rubbed right against his leather seats. quick snaps of your bra peeking from atop your shirt, your thighs on his bike; you pretend not to look when he comes back all flustered.

☁️ —

⊹ KAEYA ALBERICH

newly hired photographer today. a rookie, they say.

he’s a cool guy. really chill, incredibly relaxed even in a high-end photoshoot like this. he’s not even bothered by the chaos of models running around nude. the brand is known for selling underwear after all, he says every time to just shrug it off. but this is a big celebrity collab — you and the company. apparently he’s a “huge fan” of your modeling.

his shots look stunning, and he’s so cool and confident during the shoot. he keeps saying he’s a really really reallyyyy big fan of yours, and you just have to keep nodding it off. you may no mind when he touches you. moving your arm, pulling out your hips, lifting your chin, parting your thighs — it’s all for the sake of the picture. click! but sometimes, he lingers. sometimes, maybe, he didn’t need to put his hand on your breasts to push them up, or he didn’t need to pull at the bottom hem of your underwear.

when the shoot is done, he rushes out. he’s only seen later with his phone close to his face, eyes glued down to the screen, hand scratching at his stomach. he fumbles when you go up to thank him. oh, oh, he’s just a fan — and he’s so honored to be able to have this opportunity — and he loves your professionalism oh so much! when you reach out your hand to shake his, he drops his phone and it’s the most awkward you’ve ever seen him; especially when the screen is dozens upon dozens of imported photos of you — closeups you didn’t even think he would take of your body during the shoot. he quickly apologizes when he goes to pick it up, shaking your hand though he’s trembling when he even looks at you now.

⊹ RAIDEN EI

“Wait, don’t go…”

Her shoulders visibly tense when she feels your grip on her bare arm. You’re out of breath below her, chest heaving up and down in such a sinfully beautiful way that if she knows if she slips for just a second, she’ll fall forever.

“Please?”

Too see you whimper so desperately below her is so pure, almost so innocent compared to her own tainted self that it makes her want to choke those pleading eyes off of you. But she hesitates. You’re not those words; not pure, not innocent. But surely, your simple human life makes you better than she will ever be in this world.

The way you begged her to stay with just your eyes alone — she fears you’re too in love with a woman who is a murderer.

“I have work to do,” she simply tells you, eyes cold in contrast to the lovesick hues of purple she emitted just moments ago. Putting up with this routine was the only way to leave you in the dirt with no attachment to her.

But your hand remains; its grip gets tighter, even. Tighter until she’s pulled down by your force until her own back hits the bedsheets. Fuck. She holds back a whine when she feels your core hit her thigh. You’re still so wet from her fingers — Ei doesn’t even realize she’s leaning up just to catch sight of your strings of cum dripping down her thigh. The feeling of your private lips beginning to rock against her skin only left more and more shining spots on her leg.

“You never stay with me for more,” you quietly whined. Your hips trembled from the friction, like it was too much to keep going before you could even climax again. “I just want to please you, too.”

She sat up immediately, her chest meeting your own and her hand securing itself right under your chin. It held your face up; you had to case your gaze down just to meet her piercing stare. “What was that?”

“I want…” you muttered, her hand lowering to tighten on your throat, “to help you.” She scoffed at the plea — almost as if blasphemy. Who was the God, and who was the human? Who was the human to try and please the soul of a God who abandoned her people for centuries? Who was the God so lustful to lose control herself from this mere woman?

It took her a moment to notice your fingers tracing at the top of her thighs, yet her body trembled when she did. Even with her hand omg your throat, your pretty face still wanted more with her. “Please let me,” you whispered through shallow breaths, the pad of your thumb pressing once onto her clit.

She’s be lying if she said that didn’t send a jolt up her body — but when has she ever told you the truth?

Stupid. You were still so weak from your previous orgasm that she threw you down in no time. With your body back on the bed, her hungry lips were on your clit in seconds, abusing the bud like a starving animal. You immediately cried out from the sensitivity, your thighs thrashing in pleasure yet disapproval of her not letting you get your way. You wanted to be the one to pleasure her, and yet here she was, pumping her tongue into your soaking cunt just to taste more and more of you.

Your taste was so sweet; your attitude even sweeter. When she held down your thighs, the taste alone makes her wonder what it would’ve been like if you met her before everything happened. If she hadn’t gone driven through grief and insanity, then maybe now, she wouldn’t be between your legs. Maybe you wouldn’t have to beg her to stay.

Maybe this feeling now — this feeling as she sat up and scissored you roughly, this feeling as she finally felt pleasure against you — would give her a sense of emotion. But the way you absolutely tremble in shatters beneath her is a sight to drink in; and heavens, the feel of your slick against her own was addicting. Just seeing your lower regions get wetter and wetter the more she rutted was like a painting. The way you grip tightly on those sheets like you’re in love with her, like just being with her is not going to fuck up your entire life as a simple human. She feels like the shittiest person for being the one you choose.

It’s the first time she came; for you, maybe your fourth. But when you fall fast asleep after she’s done with you, only then, when she’s cleaning, does she feel guilt.

⊹ TARTAGLIA

“Please, it’s done” — muttered pleads spilled from your lips.

Those lips which he bit and bruised so haphazardly, those in which he silenced for the sake of hushing kisses piling more and more. “It was what I wanted, Ajax.”

“What you wanted?” he breaths through gritted teeth by your ear. His grip tightens at that — the roughest of fingers pressing right atop the bare flesh of your hips. They’re so calloused; so worn that you can practically feel each scratch of his battle-sworn skin against your body. “So what you wanted was a life like mine? Sworn to the fatui? Sworn to death?”

He pulls you right against his body with a mere flick of his wrist, and it’s almost like a reminder of how much strength he holds under the charismatic charm of a so-simple “Ajax.” He is anything, but that word, simple — he is not simple even in the way his scarred hands began to grope your hips and your thighs and everywhere he could. Even in this snowy Snezhnaya night, you could see the blatant contrast of your simple skin compared to his bruised and scarred canvas.

“You live this diamond life of peace and simplicity.” The wall is cold against your back, but it doesn’t make you shiver quite like the chill of his anger-laced words trailing down your chest so breathlessly. He’s so, so mad; yet so desperately in love when he drops to plant a kiss on the side of your breast, wasting no time to honor your body with needy sucks and bites on your nipples. “Your chest has never met the slash of a sword,” he speaks through narrowed teeth as they bite at the perk, “or the arrow of a bow. So why.”

A breath out for a simple answer. “For you.”

“I never asked you to join the fatui—”

“You’re so lonely…”

He only worships your body more at the sound of your reasoning — exasperated sighs of pleasure seep in as his hunger grows deeper, and his kisses stronger after he leaves a bruise on the underside of your breast. “It’s must be so lonely…” you continued, a whine escaping your throat he finally lowers to his knees and his lips make their way down, “to have no friends or family with you…” A kiss on your thigh, and you know you’ll be all his in a second. “I joined to carry your burden.”

His body shot back up like a spring, right hand racing to your throat.

“Have you even heard of the abyss?” he scoffed at you, cold eyes glaring down onto your mess of hair as if you were stupid and innocent. “Have you ever seen the fallen bodies of humans before? Have you ever been choked to near death by an abyss lector before?” With that, you felt the roughness of his hand suddenly press against your throat, his fingers squeezing upwards as you coughed out the air from your lungs. His eyes were trained on the skin of your neck, tracing the way it moved with his own hand.

“You’re going to throw you’re whole life away just to ‘help me’?” His other hand pulled up at your thigh, tears near forming at his roughness when you find your lungs barely with enough air and your leg now wrapped around his waist. You’re so easy access to him — he wastes no time in sliding his throbbing cock right against your soaking cunt. He slides so easily rubbing up and down your lips, then right up to hit your stomach with the length of him. He grimaces through his teeth when you writhe from the simple stimulation, seeming to almost twitch harder just at the sight of you.

“You have the life everyone in the damned fatui can only dream of,” he mumbles, but you can barely even hear him now when his tip finally pokes at the ring of your entrance. Desperate breathes — he almost reminds you of how dangerous the fatui really is. “But I was trying to protect you from that.” Right, because you’re the light in the hellhole of his life.

“And what do you do?” he says, hand finally reliving pressure from your throat. You gasped for air immediately, but crying out when your slumping body moved down to squirm at only half of his length inside you. “You go and waste your pretty face on the scum of the earth.”

He pulled your hips off the wall and towards his own, his dick sliding all into you so suddenly that you gasped. Archons, he was throbbing so much. It was pulsing in a way you hadn’t felt before; and with the way he himself was breathing so heavily, it was obvious that he, too, could feel it.

He cursed under his breath.

Gripping at your hips again, he lifted you back up and down on his cock again, moving his own body to match. He rocked into you with such anger in his eyes and groans — but you saw it, the way his legs trembled in what seemed like unbearable desperation. His member was so big, so much; he was so hard that it almost hurt to fuck you so rough. With your walls gripping against him, it was near torture to himself.

But by Gods, he swore — he swore he loves you so much. Being able to take pleasure from you like this was akin to a monster itself getting salvation from an innocent person. He’s never rammed into you this hard — even as your body began to collapse from how fast he was moving, even as he lifted your whole body up to pin and fuck you against the wall, he buried his face in your neck for some sort of comfort.

He’d best take advantage of it now, for the fatui will be relentless even more than when he is tearing inside of you.