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thinking about firelord zuko who very quickly discards tradition as soon as you’re married.

he never walks ahead of you, always a few paces behind like he has a better view or he’s appreciating a sight only to be seen once in a life time. your fingers stay interlaced beneath heavy cloaks that bare the emblem of his home nation, but nowadays yours is stitched into the fabric with threads imported from your own. right above his. right above his heart.

zuko who’s shadow takes shape in the darkness, allowing your light to filter through a room full of opinionated others. he knows the extent of your capability extends beyond the wildest dreams, far greater than those who stand around you waiting for the crack in your visage. you’re strong, even if you stand a few heads shorter than him, your voice is loud and oftentimes the most correct in a room full of static and noise. he’d never let you feel less than, he never speaks for you, lips only parting to clear the buzz in the air and to allow attention to fall to you.

fire lord zuko who insists on being your right hand at every table — leaving you to take a seat at his head. he can’t stand the thought of eating meals at opposite ends — where the distance makes him feel lost, too far from home. he eats to your right where he can listen to the mundane up close, watch the way your lips curl around bites of food or a the words that make up tale from your tribe. he listens like the world has stopped for the two of you, like a nation in need of rule can wait another day for its lord and his princess.

in a similar fashion, he tends to you like a devout follower. even if there are handmaids and tailors and people to help. every door you’ve ever walked through is held open by him. for you. he lifts the straying edge of your train with a certain reverence, treating extra fabric like it’s an extension of you. zuko twirls the braids into your hair in the fashion that you like, undoes the lacing strings of your attire with fumbling fingers that only know the roughness of flames after a late night — because even though his mess of your garments is embarrassing, it makes you laugh in a way that warms him like honey notes in milk before bed.

zuko preps the water that laps at the tension in your shoulders and eases it away with hands that move like molten lava. rose petals bob along the surface, perform twizzles in the ripples of water that ebb around the lines of your body. worn down by work, diplomatic duties but tended to by unspoken love and adoration. zuko sinks into the tub behind you, bare and warm — his chin on your shoulder and face in your neck because that’s the only place he’s found safe enough to call home.

when you’re married to zuko, life is not instantly easier and the traditions of others still find their way into your relationship as performative duty… but he carries part of the load. he makes it simpler for you, because loving you, is simple too.

‘ size difference sex with Arataki Itto ft fem!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, oral male receiving, some clothes ripping, 1.4k babey ’ taglist

something you got to realize through your relationship with Itto, was that the man never explicitly asked for intimacy.

sure, he got all coy and found any possible excuse to start physical contact, like now, argumenting how ‘movies were boring without cuddles’

and you could never refuse a little chance to tease him, “awhn, my baby wants cuddles?” with a little exagerated pout you turn to face him, playful smile and quick hands sliding to rub his scalp, right around the sensitive skin at the base of his horns.

it’s kinda gay but yeah mdni enjoy some soft!dom sero x whatever-the-fuck-denki-is x reader oneshot type shit idk the word count all ik is that im horny asf ENJOYYYY

“h-hanta?”

“hanta?” denki finds it so cute how out of it you are right now. “oh, no, baby. no, no, this is denki.”

he punctuates his name with another roll of his hips into your sweet, tight pussy. fuck, the way you’re gushing around him makes him suck his teeth with a hiss, eyes rolling for a second like he’s about to lose his grip.

“hanta?” is what you groan in reply, muffled into your pillow, drool leaking out the corner of your mouth.

denki barks out a laugh. he can’t see your face, but he can see the delicious arch of your back, the way your thighs tremble against the sheets. he digs his fingers harder into your waist just to watch you shiver. “y’know, sweets, i can’t tell if you’re trying to rile me up or…”

he slams his hips forward again, the wet smack echoing through your room.

“...or if i’ve fucked all the sense outta you already.”

you mumble something incoherent, barely a whisper, voice sticky-sweet and useless, but denki doesn’t let it go that easily.

“i don’t think i heard you right, sweets,” and his tone is so mocking, so sarcastic, so fucking breathless, like he’s trying to hold back a laugh, it makes your walls pulse and he replies with a hiss. “you wanna repeat that f’me?”

you suck in a deep breath, brace yourself up on shaky forearms so you’re not plastered face-down anymore.

and you would’ve thought denki was the one getting dicked down, the way he’s panting. eyes wide and glassy, pupils dilated, eyebrows scrunched like he’s trying to keep himself together. the way he’s trembling, swallowing his whimpers down like a bitch.

your voice is hoarse when you finally speak.

“i said you can’t fuck.”

denki stills instantly. and his mouth moves but no words form, like he can’t even fathom an answer, because what the fuck?

as if you weren’t screaming his name, not hanta’s, while riding his face almost an hour ago. he rolls his tongue across his teeth and he can still taste you on his gums. in the back of his throat. his eyes roll back at the memory, because you had absolutely loved him then.

and he made you come over and over and over again. real fucking orgasms. full body trembling, squirting all over his mouth, till you were dripping down his chin, type of orgasms.

and now, you have the audacity to say that denki kaminari can’t fuck?

“y’know what, where’s my phone?” he huffs, but you’re already pointing lazily at the dresser where he left it.

he scoffs again at your fucking audacity, but he can’t deny the way his dick twitches inside of you. because he’d be lying if he said that he doesn’t love the way you always know what you want.

“you want me to call him, right?” yeah he can complain all he wants, but even you can feel the way his cock is drooling inside you. because deep down, denki loves being told what to do. “that’s what you want? fine. i’ll fucking call the bastard, yeah.”

“thank youuu,” you sing back and send him the prettiest fucking dick drunk smile he’s ever seen, that he almost forgets himself, until the line picks up.

“dude, what the fuck do you want?”

sero’s voice filters through, a little crackly with distance and background traffic. the casual annoyance in his tone sends a spike of arousal straight through denki's gut.

you can tell, because his hips jerk on instinct, rocking slowly back into you. grinding subconsciously. like the slut he is.

“hello? bro? i’m gonna be like twenty minutes there’s—”

you roll your eyes. not in a sexy way. in pure exasperation. your thighs are sticky, clit aching, the itch you have has not yet been scratched, and now denki’s frozen in some sort of bisexual daze of arousal and can’t speak properly.

you snap your fingers at him, weakly but enough, that he blinks like he’s just woken up. coughs into the mic, “sorry, dude, i just— i need some assistance right now.”

denki’s fumbling with the cell. his palms are sweaty and he's trying to balance it in one hand while his other digs bruises into your hip. his gaze keeps dropping down to where you’re stretched around him, whimpers catching in his throat whenever he catches a glimpse of the milky wetness coating the base of his cock.

“put it on speaker,” you croak, throat raw, and gesture to the pillow beside your head.

he obeys immediately, phone thunking down beside you.

“hanta?” you murmur, soft, sweet, wrecked.

“hey, trouble.”

you pussy clenches at the sound of his voice, you can picture the way he’d grin and stroke down your back. and you’re sure denki can too, with the way he groans and shoves himself deeper inside you, knuckles white where he grips your sides.

“denki’s being mean.”

“wait— you guys started without me? you’re kidding?”

“bro, she came home begging to sit on my face?" denki’s voice cracks, half defensive, half smug. his hips stutter as he says it, like he’s trying to prove the point with the way he buries himself deeper into you. "was i supposed to say no?”

there’s a pause on the line, a rush of wind and muffled traffic noise before sero’s voice cuts back in, lazy and low. “and how long were you eating her out?”

denki snorts, shaky, sweat dripping down his temple. “i dunno? how the fuck am i meant to—shit—ngh— remember that?" he’s gesturing even as he says it, palm slapping against your hip for emphasis, nearly knocking the phone off the pillow. "you think i’m checking the fucking clock while munching?”

you groan into the sheets, too gone to lift your head, but the speaker crackles again with sero’s dry laugh before he asks, “ok… how many times did you make her cum?”

denki hesitates, breath hitching as your cunt squeezes around him. “ummm, maybe twice—”

your voice, hoarse but clear, cuts in without lifting from the pillow: “—three times.”

denki groans, tips his head back with a dramatic roll of his eyes, and huffs into the phone, “she’s saying three.”

sero chuckles into the receiver, and the air in the room feels heavier. denki’s brows are drawn tight as he trying to focus on the other guy's words and not get lost in the sensation of you clamping around his cock like a fucking vice.

“and lemme guess?” sero drawls through the crackle of speakerphone, the hum of his car engine faint underneath his voice. “you creamed yourself while you was eating, so now you’re hella sensitive.”

denki chokes on a breath, hips faltering mid-thrust. his hair sticks to his forehead, sweat dripping down his jaw. “yeah—uhh—ngh— no shit.” he sounds ruined, whining into the back of your shoulder like admitting it makes him ache more.

sero laughs low, warm and condescending. “rookie mistake. now she’s gonna be all hungry for dick, and i bet she said you’re not fucking her properly.”

your nails dig crescents into the sheets. something about the way they're talking about you like you're not even there, has your pussy drooling.

denki groans, offended, chest heaving against your back. “which really hurt my feelings, by the way.”

“nahhh,” sero’s voice drops half an octave, and you can hear the grin in it even through static. “don’t take it personal. you know what you’re good for.”

denki jerks his head up, glaring down at the phone like it personally insulted him as he whines out. “dude, stop talking like that.”

“awhhh,” sero coos, mock-sweet. “am i making it worse?”

denki’s thrusts stutter, his face twisted tight with frustration. “stop it.”

there’s a pause, then sero’s tone sharpens. “you try putting your fingers in her mouth yet?”

denki sputters, cock aching at sero’s words.. “how am i supposed to put my fingers in her mouth, and play with her clit, and rub her nipples—” his voice cracks on a moan, his hips rutting forward helplessly. “i only have two hands.”

you choke out a laugh, wrecked and shaky, while sero chuckles deep and smug. “he’s got a point. baby, you are super high maintenance.” his voice is aimed at you now, sliding down your spine like silk.

denki mutters, breathless, “see? this is a two-man job. hurry up and get home.”

sero hums, and you can hear his blinker clicking faintly in the background. “you’re gonna keep edging yourself until i get there?”

denki’s head falls forward, his lips brushing your ear as he groans, “if you want me to?”

there’s a beat of silence. then sero’s voice, steady and cruel and sweet all at once:

shigaraki thought he knew what he was doing. he really did.

late nights in front of his computer had turned into something more than games. tabs of porn sites stacked up like trophies, categories tested and clicked through, his headphones filled with the breathy moans of women who never existed beyond pixels. he told himself it was research. preparation. someday he wouldn’t be jerking off alone in the dark, biting his lip so his neighbors wouldn’t hear the way his breath stuttered when he came too soon. someday he’d have a girl, and he’d blow her mind with all the things he’d learned.

“hey, uh. kacchan got hit with a quirk? and he’s okay! he’s just. acting really…ah—kacchan stop it—he’s acting really weird.”

your heart drops at izuku’s words, worry blossoming deep in your gut. katsuki had left this morning just like he usually did: dropping a kiss on your cheek and delivering a loud smack to your ass. he’d grinned, gave you a wink and zipped out the door. nothing could have prepared you for izuku’s words.

despite the panic, you ask, “weird how?”

“well, he—dude, stop!”

there’s muffled shuffling from the other end of the line, then it goes dead. you stare at the now dark screen of your phone, soapy water still dripping from your hands.

hours later, you’d barely managed to get katsuki through the door of your apartment.

turns out, the quirk he’d been hit with caused the victim to become overly clingy—which, if you were being honest with yourself, was one of the dumbest quirks you’d ever heard of.

warm hands engulf your hips, tugging you back into his large chest before sliding to clasp on your tummy. he dips his head and noses your neck to the side a little, breathing in deeply before resting his chin on your shoulder.

“hi baby,” you giggle.

he hums, a blissed out look on his face when you pat his arm, shifting out of his grasp. you start to walk towards the living room, but a tug on your shirt makes you pause and look down at the oversized dynamight shirt you were currently sporting. katsuki’s fist is wrapped tightly around a section of the material, his large body moving to crowd you from behind.

“what?”

“wanna be close to you.” he mumbles, eyes wide and glassy.

a wry smile spreads across your face, a warmth settling in your chest at the fond look on his face.

you make a move to sit on the couch, fully intending on pulling him down with you, but katsuki nearly jumps to slide into the place you were about to sit. his hands wrap around your waist, plucking you from your standing position and maneuvering you to sit in his lap, your back against his chest.

he reaches around you to grab the remote, not noticing your dumbstruck expression. he then settles back behind you, tucking your head under his chin. katsuki wraps one hand around your stomach as he flips through the channels, nearly purring in delight.

“happy?” he mumbles, pressing a chaste kiss to your neck.

your thighs were already trembling before you even managed to sink fully onto him, his cock stretching you in a way that made your whole body shiver. neuvillette’s hands steadied your hips, big palms warm and grounding, but he made no move to help you any further. he just watched.

watched the way your mouth parted around a broken whine, watched the little furrow between your brows, watched every inch disappear inside you until you were seated snugly in his lap.

“mon amour…” his voice was low, reverent, like a prayer he didn’t deserve to say out loud. “you’re radiant like this. taking me so beautifully, all on your own.”

your chest rose and fell quickly as you adjusted, his size overwhelming but delicious. when you finally braced your hands on his shoulders and gave a small roll of your hips, he groaned—deep, strained, like he was forcing himself not to snap and take control.

instead, his hands slid higher, cupping your tits with a kind of awe that made your stomach flutter. his thumbs brushed your nipples in slow, teasing circles, pulling a soft gasp from your lips.

“so responsive,” he murmured, tilting his head back just slightly to look at you properly. “every little sound, every movement—you make me want to ruin you, but…” he squeezed gently, fingers kneading as though he couldn’t stop himself, “…you’re the one in control tonight, mon cher. show me how much you want me.”

you rocked against him again, a little bolder this time, your pace shaky but determined. each movement had him brushing against that sweet spot inside you, the stretch bordering on too much but soothed by his constant praise. his mouth trailed down to your chest, arching you back, and lips closing around a nipple as he sucked softly, groaning when your hips jerked in response.

your moans grew needier with every bounce, your body burning with the effort, but his voice kept you grounded—

“yes… just like that. ah, you’re perfect… riding me so well, so strong.” “mon amour, look at you. you feel divine.” “don’t stop, i want to see how far you’ll go for me.”

"it's nothing special," he grits out, barely looking at you. "why you wanna know that badly?"

all you do is kiss the tip of his nose in response. he blushes red-hot.

"because it's your fantasy, katsuki."

his eyes shift over your face like he's trying to read the truth in your expression.

"you'll think it's weird."

you rock against the stiffening column of his cock.

"i swear i won't."

he exhales out of his nose like a bull.

"fuck. fine. ya wanna hear so fucking bad? i'll tell you."

he pulls you close, one broad palm skimming up the your back.

"i think about coming home to you. seeing you readin' some shit on the couch in your pajamas or cooking in the kitchen - what you're doing doesn't fuckin' matter - it's the fact that it's my house you're doing it in."

he rakes his teeth over your neck and fills one hand with your breast, smiling into your skin when you shift needily in his lap.

"what else happens in this scenario?" you ask, breathless.

he doesn't respond.

you pull away and see that his ears are bright pink.

"kats?"

"don't freak out."

"what does that mean?"

"it's nothing bad."

"well, that's not really helping your case here - "

"fuck, woman." he tackles you and pins you underneath him. "i think about coming home to you. to my wife. to my pretty, annoying, spoiled wife who kisses me when i get home from patrol and then begs me to put a baby in her. happy now?"

you're about to fucking combust.

katsuki mistakes your silence for something else. "shit. this is why i didn't wanna tell you; i knew you'd think it was weird - "

"oh yeah, real freak behavior to want to start a family with me."

he scowls.

"y/n -"

somnophilia - ft. hitoshi shinsou - mdni

when hitoshi shinsou gets home late from patrol, he’s exhausted—being eraserhead’s sidekick will do that to a guy—but worst of all, he’s pent-up, jittery. his last few nights on patrol have all ended in frustrating dead ends and all he can think about is the the warm gushing pulse of your cunt wrapped around him

“use me,” you told him the last time he expressed his frustrations, and fuck, when he pulls back the covers and sees the pretty lavender nightie you’re wearing, his dick gets hard so fast he nearly passes out

you’re so fucking gorgeous like this, waiting for him in the dark, trusting him with your body—wanting him to feel good

“wore this just for me, angel, didn’t you?” one knee dips the mattress as he arranges himself behind you, his broad palm pushing the thin material up to your waist. he gently pries your hips apart. you sigh in your sleep and unconsciously rock your ass back into him. he sucks in a breath through his teeth when he feels how slick you are already. “thinkin’ about me, baby?”

rubs his cockhead against your entrance over and over again, teasing himself more than anything because he knows the second he slides all the way in he’s gonna explode

adores the little pants and gasps that fall from your lips as he teases your clit between his fingers, pressing down on that little bundle of nerves while your pussy sucks him in

“greedy fucking girl when you’re sleepin’, huh? can’t wait for me to fill her up?”

literally cums as soon as he hears your sweet little voice say his name

(man is about to about fuck you like this every night)

― a sneaky abyss mage hits you with an aphrodisiac!

pairings (separate): kaeya, xiao, itto, alhaitham, neuvillette, mualani, childe, dainsleif x reader

cw: explicit piv content, dubcon, semi-exhibitionism, spanking, slapping, biting, scratching, overstim, creampie, breeding kink, babytrapping? (childe), scissoring (mualani), praise, neuvillette has a dragon tail bc i said so but its not very relevant

kaeya

the spell hit him fast.

one second kaeya was joking with you over a drink, the next he was doubled over against the bar of angel's share with his hand clenched over his mouth, panting like he’d run from dragonspine. you barely had time to process the heat in his eyes before he was dragging you out the back door with a death grip on your wrist.

now you were pinned between the cold stone wall of angel’s share and the full length of his body, his thigh shoved between yours, coat pushed back, gloved hand under your skirt—in your panties.

“fuck,” he hissed, breath hot against your lips, “you feel that too, don’t you, pretty girl?”

you couldn’t answer—not with his fingers already sliding through your slick folds like he was starving, not with the way his cock strained against his pants, grinding against your thigh. he chuckled low in his throat, even as he panted like a dog in heat.

“abyss bastards must be getting creative,” he muttered, teeth scraping along your jaw. “should’ve known something was wrong when i started picturing you bent over the bar…”

he pressed a kiss to your throat, then bit it—not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make you gasp and grip his shoulders. he moaned when you did, hips twitching. the sound was obscene.

“you’re so wet for me,” he whispered. “you like seeing me like this? all hot and desperate? hah… you always were a bit of a tease.”

you didn’t get a chance to shoot back. he yanked your panties aside with one hand and unbuckled his belt with the other, his movements clumsy and frantic—not like him. the spell had stripped away all the usual smooth bravado. his hands trembled. his lips were parted. and when he finally sank into you, the noise he made was almost vulnerable.

“ohh… fuck, fuck—archons, you’re tight—‘m gonna lose it,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. “shit, you’re gonna milk me dry, pretty girl…”

your back hit the wall with each thrust, hard and fast, the way only someone out of his mind with lust could manage. he couldn’t keep quiet—every breath came with a moan, a whispered praise, a filthy promise.

“so fuckin’ good, baby. taking me so well. gonna fill you up right here where anyone could walk out and see.”

you whimpered his name and he lost it.

one hand fisted in your hair, the other dragging your leg higher around his hip as he slammed into you with a growl. “say it again,” he panted. “say my name, beg for it—i wanna hear you sob it while i ruin you.”

your thighs trembled. your nails dug into his coat. and when your orgasm crashed into you like a tidal wave, kaeya snapped.

he fucked you through it, chasing his own release, rutting into your soaked cunt like a man possessed. when he came, he bit your shoulder to muffle the sound, cock pulsing deep inside you as hot cum spilled out around him, dripping down your thighs onto the cobblestones below.

neither of you moved for a moment. just panting. trembling. pressed together in the shadows.

then he tilted his head and smirked.

“…think diluc would mind if we used the spare bedroom upstairs?”

xiao

he warned you not to follow him.

the abyss mage had vanished into the night, but whatever cursed aura it left behind clung to xiao like smoke. he staggered onto the balcony, breath ragged, arm trembling as he gripped the railing like it was the only thing keeping him sane.

“don’t—come near me,” he snarled, voice hoarse, teeth clenched like he was in pain.

you’d never seen him like this. sweat glistened on his brow, hair stuck to his neck, and when he looked over his shoulder at you, his golden eyes were wide—wild.

“i can’t… i can’t control it. it’s crawling under my skin. my body’s burning.” his voice cracked on that last word, as if admitting it made the heat worse.

you stepped closer anyway. “xiao…”

“don’t,” he begged, backing into the shadows. “don’t say my name like that. i—i can’t—”

but then you reached out. you brushed your fingers against his and gasped at how hot he was—feverish, shaking.

he froze.

and when you looked up at him, wide-eyed, lower lip caught between your teeth in concern—

his last thread of will snapped.

xiao slammed you against the balcony wall in the blink of an eye, his body caging you in like a beast cornering its prey. his lips ghosted over your jaw, but he didn’t kiss you. he just breathed, fast and shallow, like he was scared that touching you would ruin everything.

“you looked at me like you trusted me,” he whispered, nails digging into your hips. “like i wasn’t dangerous. like i wasn’t… like this.”

you whispered his name again. that was it.

his mouth crashed down on yours—clumsy, desperate, teeth grazing your lips. his hands found your thighs, lifting you with ease, and his hips pressed against you, hard and already throbbing through his pants.

“i’m sorry,” he panted, forehead pressed to yours. “i can’t stop. i don’t want to stop.”

and he didn’t.

he shoved your underwear aside with shaking fingers, freeing his cock just enough to rut into you, his hips snapping forward with a raw, needy groan. you cried out at the sudden stretch—he was thick, trembling as he buried himself inside you in one hard thrust.

“fuck,” he gasped. “you’re… ngh—you’re perfect. too warm. too tight. i c-can’t…”

he tried to pull back—tried—but your walls clenched around him and his restraint crumbled to dust. he drove into you like a man possessed, every thrust harsher than the last, his voice a mess of choked moans and broken apologies.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he whimpered, “i was trying to protect you, i—shit, i’m going to cum—”

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, anchoring him, and whispered “please. i want it.”

he shattered.

xiao buried his face in your neck, crying out as he emptied inside you, hips jerking, cum spilling deep and hot and fast. he trembled in your arms, still rutting shallowly like he couldn’t bear to be apart from your warmth just yet.

you stroked his hair. whispered his name again, this time with a smile.

he groaned softly.

“…you’re going to break me,” he breathed.

itto

“okay, but real talk—why do i feel like i’m gonna explode if i don’t stick it in you right now?”

itto’s voice was a breathy whine, his huge hands clinging to your waist like you were the last snack on earth. his abs were still glistening from your little one-on-one sparring match, and now he was hard—violently hard—bulging against his pants like his cock was trying to punch its way out.

“i’m serious!” he groaned, grinding into your hip with zero shame. “i was fine one second, then you looked at me with that little smile, and boom—boner. massive. painful. i think i’m dying.”

you blinked. “itto… you did get hit by a weird-looking abyss mage’s spell like, ten minutes ago.”

he stared blankly.

“oh. huh. that would explain the horny.”

you didn’t even get a chance to laugh before he was kissing you—sloppy, hungry, tongue already in your mouth and one of his massive hands groping your ass like he needed to memorize every inch. his other hand lifted you off the floor like you weighed nothing, slamming you down on the futon so hard it squeaked in protest.

“sorry! sorry,” he panted, already tugging your pants down. “i just—i can’t. babe, i need you. like, right now. right this second. please please please lemme cum in you, i swear i’ll be good—fuck—”

you tried to answer, but he already had your thighs pushed up and apart, cock out, flushed and angry looking, and he just lined up and shoved in with a groan so loud it shook the walls.

“haaahhh fuckkk, you’re so warm,” he slurred, eyes rolling back a little. “squeezin’ me so good, shit—babe, you made for this or somethin’?”

his hips slammed forward again. and again. and again. no rhythm. no restraint. just full-force, head-empty, dick-driven fucking. you were already gasping, clawing at his back for purchase, but itto was in his own world—moaning and muttering under his breath like a man in a trance.

“feel so good—ahh fuck, you’re takin’ it so well—y’like this? y’want me to go harder? i can go harder—”

“itto!” you gasped, seeing stars.

“fuck, yeah, say my name like that,” he groaned, hips pistoning faster. “archons, m’gonna cum, gonna cum—fuck, babe, i’m gonna—!”

and then he slammed all the way in and stayed there, cock twitching as he emptied himself deep inside you with a loud, wrecked moan. he didn’t even pause—just kept grinding into you, cum dripping out around his base, chasing that sweet friction.

“oh fuck, wait, you feel too good—i gotta keep goin’. just a little more, babe. c’mon. i’m so close. again. again.”

you whimpered, thighs trembling.

“...i think this spell’s still goin’,” he panted.

and then he smiled that dumb, hot, oni smile.

“guess we’re goin’ for round two, huh?”

alhaitham

he didn’t even flinch when the abyss mage cast it.

just let out a slow breath, adjusted his grip on his sword, and sliced the creature in two before it could vanish. you were panting behind him—relieved but shaken—barely even processing what had just happened before he turned to you with sharp, unreadable eyes.

“don’t panic,” he said, voice smooth, calm. too calm. “i’m aware of the spell’s effects.”

you blinked. “the what—?”

he was already walking toward you. unhurried. measured. the same way he read a book. the same way he always did everything.

“a focused aphrodisiac curse,” he said, sliding his gloves off. “localized. intensely hormonal. you’ll likely remain unaffected… but i’m already experiencing symptoms.”

you backed into a wall—gently, instinctively. his hand came up to cage your head, palm braced above your temple, and his mouth was suddenly much closer than it had been five seconds ago.

“which brings us to the solution.”

“w-what solution?” you breathed.

alhaitham leaned down and kissed you like he owned you—calm and composed but deep, tongue sliding over yours with slow, obscene confidence. by the time he pulled back, your head was spinning and your thighs were pressed together tight.

“the more i fuck you, the more the curse burns itself out.”

you gasped, but he was already sliding a hand down to your waistband. no shame. no hesitation. just firm, steady fingers tugging at your clothes like he’d already decided.

“you’re wet already,” he observed, voice low. “good. that makes this easier.”

and then he had you turned around—facing the stacks, bare ass pressed against his hips—and slid inside like he knew your body, like it was another formula he’d memorized and solved.

“you’ll tell me if it’s too much,” he muttered against your ear, hips rolling slow and deep. “but i don’t intend to stop until it wears off.”

your mouth dropped open in a soundless moan. he was thick, perfectly curved, bottoming out with every stroke like it was nothing. every time you tried to steady yourself, he’d just grab your hips tighter and fuck you harder—his voice still maddeningly even.

“look at you. arching for it already.”

one hand slid up your spine and curled gently around your throat—not choking, just there. a silent reminder of his control.

“do you like this?” he whispered. “do you like being used to stabilize my symptoms?”

you whimpered—no words, just a shaky nod—and he groaned low in his throat, pace picking up.

“you’re helping. so well, in fact, i might not stop even when it fades.”

your legs were trembling. your orgasm was building too fast, tight and unbearable and ravenous, and alhaitham just pressed his mouth to your ear and whispered:

“cum for me. now.”

you did, spasming around him, and he groaned like he’d been holding back for hours, slamming in deep and emptying himself inside you with a growl of satisfaction.

but he didn’t stop.

you flinched as he started moving again, slow and steady, already hard again, cock still stuffed inside your overstimulated pussy.

“the spell’s not done,” he said coolly, eyes half-lidded.

then he kissed your temple, softly.

“neither am i.”

neuvillette

it had been a quick fight. too quick for you to realize what the abyss mage had slipped into the room with—not until neuvillette turned to you afterward with wide, blown eyes and a tremble in his breath that made your chest seize.

“i—” he choked, his voice already hoarse. “i’ve been afflicted. please… please leave. i can’t—”

you took one step toward him, just one, and he shuddered, knees buckling slightly as he braced himself on the judge’s bench behind him. his breathing was ragged. his pupils had nearly eclipsed the soft blue of his eyes. and his whole body—

he was shaking.

“no,” you said quietly, “i’m not leaving you like this.”

that was when he snapped.

you weren’t even sure how fast he moved, only that suddenly your back was pressed to the polished wood of the bench, your legs forced open by large, trembling hands, and neuvillette was growling against your mouth as he kissed you like he’d been starving for centuries.

“i tried,” he rasped. “i tried to be noble. i tried to be good.”

he dragged his lips down your neck, his tongue darting out to taste your skin, and whimpered—an honest-to-archons whimper—as if the flavor of you was enough to undo him.

“but it hurts,” he choked. “it hurts so much. please let me… please—”

his cock was rock hard, thick and twitching in his trousers, already leaving a soaked, glistening patch on the front. he ground himself against your core like he couldn’t breathe otherwise—moaning deep in his throat as the pressure gave him momentary relief.

“i shouldn’t—do this,” he gasped. “i shouldn’t—use you this way—”

“but you need it,” you whispered, gripping his coat and pulling him closer. “don’t you?”

that was all it took.

he tore through your clothes—not with violence, but with urgency, reverence, desperation—and buried his face between your legs like a man sentenced to die. licked you until you were slick and dripping, trembling under his tongue, and then finally—finally—he pressed the head of his cock to your entrance and sank inside.

“ah—” he gasped, voice cracked and broken. “you’re perfect. too perfect. you shouldn’t—you shouldn’t let me—”

you cried out as he bottomed out. he was huge, stretching you wide, and every pulse of his cock sent a gush of wetness dripping down your thighs. he wasn’t even moving yet—just trembling, panting, holding himself back with visible agony.

“neuvillette,” you begged, wrapping your arms around him. “please. don’t hold back.”

his restraint shattered.

he fucked you against that bench like he was trying to drive the curse out of his bloodstream—deep, punishing thrusts that made your eyes roll back, your nails dig into his shoulders, your cunt tighten helplessly around him as slick soaked down your thighs and dripped onto the courtroom floor.

the whole time, he was moaning, whimpering things like:

“i’m sorry—so sorry—but you feel too good—”

“i need to cum—i have to cum—inside, inside—please—”

“won’t you let me breed you, mon ange? i can’t stop—i can’t stop—”

and you barely managed to scream his name before he came hard, hips slamming into yours as his cock throbbed and released a flood of hot, viscous cum inside you. the pressure was insane. it leaked out around him instantly, coating the wood below.

but he didn’t stop.

“still burning,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “still too hot. i need more—you—i need to keep going—”

and that dragon tail curled around your thigh as he started again, more desperate than before.

mualani

you should’ve known something was wrong the second her hands started trembling.

mualani was always warmth wrapped in sunshine. she laughed like wind chimes in the breeze, kissed you softly, and touched you like you were made of something softer than skin. there was always a flower in her hand and starlight in her smile. but now?

now she was staring at you like she didn’t know how to hold back.

the abyss spell shimmered faintly around her—silvery-green mist curling around her marked arms and flushed cheeks, catching in the light like dew. her lips were parted, giggling softly under her breath as she tried (and failed) to keep her thighs pressed together.

“oh,” she hiccuped, a little breathless, “i think i touched something i shouldn’t have… it tickled all the way up my spine. and now i can’t stop thinking about you. your skin, your thighs, your… everything—hahh, oh no, i’m so sorry, i sound crazy, don’t i?”

“mua,” you murmured, hands on her waist, trying to steady her. “it’s the spell. it’s messing with you—maybe we should sit down—”

but she just let out another soft, high giggle, burying her face in your neck. “too late. i already want you. i already need you.”

and then she was kissing you—light and fluttering at first, like she was trying to be good, trying to keep her usual sweetness intact. but her mouth was hot and needy, and the little noises spilling from her lips betrayed her. her whole body trembled, glowing with that blue-yellow aura, her vision pulsing around you like plankton caught in a whirlpool.

she gasped when your hand slid up under her skirt, clinging to you like she was melting. “i’m sorry—i’m sorry—i just—can i…? can i feel you?”

you nodded before your brain could catch up. “yeah. yes. please.”

she giggled again, all breathy and dazed. “hehe… you’re warm. i love that. i love you.”

clothes came off in soft, clumsy motions—skirts pushed up, lips still brushing, chests heaving. she kissed you all over, from your cheek to your hipbone, humming delightedly at every sigh you made. and then, with her face flushed and her pupils blown wide, she pressed her cunt to yours.

“oh—oh, goodness,” she gasped, head falling back. “you’re so wet. that’s from me, right? i made you feel that good already?”

you could barely breathe, let alone answer. her slick skin was grinding against yours, hips trembling as she moved—slow, at first, and then a little faster, moaning softly each time her clit brushed yours. her legs locked around your thigh and she rocked against you in tight little circles, giggles tumbling into gasps.

“mua,” you whimpered, clutching her waist. “fuck—mua, you feel so good—keep going, please don’t stop—”

“‘course i won’t,” she said, almost drunkenly, her face glowing. “i could stay like this forever. pretty girl, pretty girl, you’re so soft. so perfect.”

her hands curled into yours as your slick bodies slid together, mess building between you. the moss below was damp with sweat and arousal, petals crushed under your bodies. you couldn’t stop moaning—your voices tangling in the air, high and desperate, hips grinding harder and faster until your thighs started to shake.

“i’m gonna cum,” she whined, voice all shaky and high-pitched. “please—cum with me—want you to make a mess with me—”

“i’m—fuck, yes, mualani, yes—!”

you clung to each other like vines, bodies trembling as the heat shattered between you. you came in sync—sobbing, grinding through it, her giggles dissolving into little gasps and praise.

she collapsed against you, face buried in your neck, giggling and sighing all at once. “oops.” she whispered, grinning.

your thighs were still shaking. “mua. you nearly killed me.”

“don’t be silly,” she said, eyes glittering. “i don't think this is wearing off anytime soon.”

and then she was sliding her leg back between yours again, breath catching.

“again?” she whispered.

you just pulled her closer. “again.”

childe

“fuck—! ajax—!”

he laughs, low and breathless, as he slams into you again—your knees sliding against the furs beneath you, snow melting into steam around your tangled bodies.

“you say my name like it’s gonna save you, pretty girl,” he pants, one hand tangled in your hair, the other squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise. “but it won’t. not from this.”

the spell hit him mid-fight, some abyss mage’s last-ditch effort before childe sliced him clean through. and at first? he brushed it off. laughed it off. “ha, what’s this? a love spell? cute.”

until he caught your scent.

and then it was over.

he dragged you into a half-collapsed tent behind enemy lines, tossed you down like a prize, and now? he’s ruining you—balls-deep, unrelenting, grinning even as he snarls.

“you sure this was a spell?” he growls, teeth grazing your ear as he fucks you through another wave of overstimulation. “because i’ve wanted to bend you over like this since day one. maybe the abyss just helped me along.”

your body jerks with each thrust, moaning his name like it’s the only word you know. he’s so deep it’s like he’s trying to breed you, to plant himself inside you until he can’t be removed.

“look at you,” he coos, licking a stripe up your neck. “so cockdrunk, so fucking needy. what’s wrong, sweetheart? don’t tell me you like when the enemy wins.”

you sob out his name, and he slaps your ass, cock twitching deep inside you.

“say it louder. let them hear.”

you scream for him—broken, breathless—and he fucking shudders.

“ohhh fuck, yeah. that’s it. let ‘em know you’re mine now. that this sweet little body belongs to the fatui’s number 11.”

he fucks you harder. deeper. his cock stretching you open like your cunt was made for him. and then he pulls you up by the hair, flush against his chest, his breath hot and shaky against your ear.

“i’m gonna cum inside you,” he whispers, biting down. “and when this spell wears off, you’ll still feel it. still leak with me for days. and if we’re lucky? i’ll knock you up too. make sure the abyss spell sticks with you for life.”

your thighs quake. your orgasm hits like a bomb. and behind you, childe laughs again, full of heat and madness and pure fucking obsession.

“guess we’re both victims of the spell now, huh, baby?”

dainsleif ― bonus!

you don’t remember how the fight ended. just the burst of dark magic cracking through your ribs like lightning, and then—heat.

not just arousal. not something manageable. no. it’s suffocating. a deep, clawing ache in your womb that pulses harder with every breath of dainsleif’s scent.

he drags you to safety. sets up camp. checks your wounds. all while you tremble, every touch of his gloved hands burning you alive.

you try to hide it at first—gripping your thighs, biting your lip raw. but your whimper gives you away, and his head snaps toward you.

“…it affected you.”

you nod, shaking. desperate. so fucking wet it’s dripping onto the furs. and dain? he just sighs. gentle. almost pitying. he pulls off his gloves with slow precision.

“lie back.”

“w-what?”

his voice stays calm. measured. but his eyes—glowing, unreadable—pin you in place.

“you need relief. you’ll burn through your own mind if you don’t get it. i’m not affected by the abyss’ magic... but i can offer you my body.” he pauses. “use me. however you need.”

your brain short-circuits.

then you’re climbing on top of him, fingers digging into his shoulders, sobbing his name as you sink down onto his cock for the first time.

and fuck, he’s big. thick. heavy. stretching you open perfectly—and you don't even care. you need it. you ride him like you’ll die without it, hips snapping down hard, tears spilling down your cheeks as your cunt flutters around him.

“dain—! dain, please, i can’t— i need more, i need—”

he grips your hips, steady but unyielding, holding you open as you bounce on him.

“shhh,” he breathes, voice like silk. “take what you need. i’m not going anywhere.”

and you do. you fuck yourself on his cock until your thighs shake and your moans turn hoarse. until your pussy is soaked and red and raw, clenching down again and again like it never wants to let go.

dain watches the whole thing. chest rising slowly, lips parted, but never losing control. just… observing. letting you devour him.

“you’re beautiful like this,” he murmurs eventually, one hand smoothing up your back. “even consumed by madness. so full of need… like the abyss carved its hunger into you.”

you cry out as another orgasm crashes through you, pussy milking him—and only then does he shift, just enough to thrust up into you once. a warning.

“that’s enough,” he says, voice low. “you’ve taken your fill. now it’s my turn.”

you blink through the haze—and then dain flips you. presses you into the furs and fucks you so deep you swear you can taste it, murmuring about how good you feel, how well you took him, how he’s going to fuck the abyss right out of you—

until you can’t think. can’t breathe. can’t exist without him.

and through it all, dain holds you like something sacred. a relic to be cherished. a temple overtaken by hunger and worshipped with every thrust of his cock.

trying to suck his cock but he's too fucking big... you're on your knees for him, lips spread around his tip. he's got a hand in your hair, bobbing your head up and down to little avail, your throat spasming around the few inches you could fit in your mouth. "more," he'll groan, half-teasing you as he watches you struggle around his girth.

you suckle on his tip, pulling deep sighs from his lips as you give him as much as you can. he pulls up on your hair, pushing your head down further as he twitches in your throat. he's got his head thrown back, eyes fluttering while he fucks your mouth. tears sting your cheeks as he ruts his hips against your face, with his choked-out mutters of "fuck... gonna cum..."

— alhaitham, sylus, neuvillette, varka, kaeya, caleb, ayato + your favourites ✩

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your thighs were already trembling before you even managed to sink fully onto him, his cock stretching you in a way that made your whole body shiver. neuvillette’s hands steadied your hips, big palms warm and grounding, but he made no move to help you any further. he just watched.

watched the way your mouth parted around a broken whine, watched the little furrow between your brows, watched every inch disappear inside you until you were seated snugly in his lap.

“mon amour…” his voice was low, reverent, like a prayer he didn’t deserve to say out loud. “you’re radiant like this. taking me so beautifully, all on your own.”

your chest rose and fell quickly as you adjusted, his size overwhelming but delicious. when you finally braced your hands on his shoulders and gave a small roll of your hips, he groaned—deep, strained, like he was forcing himself not to snap and take control.

instead, his hands slid higher, cupping your tits with a kind of awe that made your stomach flutter. his thumbs brushed your nipples in slow, teasing circles, pulling a soft gasp from your lips.

“so responsive,” he murmured, tilting his head back just slightly to look at you properly. “every little sound, every movement—you make me want to ruin you, but…” he squeezed gently, fingers kneading as though he couldn’t stop himself, “…you’re the one in control tonight, mon cher. show me how much you want me.”

you rocked against him again, a little bolder this time, your pace shaky but determined. each movement had him brushing against that sweet spot inside you, the stretch bordering on too much but soothed by his constant praise. his mouth trailed down to your chest, arching you back, and lips closing around a nipple as he sucked softly, groaning when your hips jerked in response.

your moans grew needier with every bounce, your body burning with the effort, but his voice kept you grounded—

“yes… just like that. ah, you’re perfect… riding me so well, so strong.” “mon amour, look at you. you feel divine.” “don’t stop, i want to see how far you’ll go for me.”

ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, eijiro loves every part of you

eijiro loves every part of you.

he’s always praising you for the smallest things, telling you that you look like a goddess, and dreaming about you when you’re miles away. his mind is always on you. he says you have natural beauty, and he easily gets distracted during class, thinking about you.

so it’s no surprise when the two of you are lying next to each other on his bed, warm and comfortable in his hold, and he puts down his phone to slowly lift your shirt, waiting for you to tell him to stop. when you give him a small nod, he sheepishly smiles before pulling your shirt over your breasts.

he stares at them for a moment before grinning, “babe, how are they so perfect?”

you playfully roll your eyes, cheeks warming, “you say that every time, eiji.”

“can’t help it,” he murmurs, smiling as he lies his cheek on your breast. he giggles and exclaims, “they’re so soft! like marshmallows!”

he kicks his feet playfully, giggling like a schoolgirl calling her crush. he’s now lying between your legs on his stomach, and you reach your hands to run them through his long hair.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs as he begins to fall asleep, one hand cupping your breast.

you softly chuckle and take your nails down his back, softly scratching to help him fall asleep faster.

you’ve never felt more secure than you have with him.