#kdotsmoneytree

you still remember that day at training, where varka's muscles flexed under his clothes, and the way his veiny hand pulsed around the wolf's gravestone.

and yet, here you were, in the flagship, literally getting railed by varka. who knew this would happen just a week later??

even as he's railing into you, you keep staring back. staring at his meaty biceps and veiny hands, just wishing the archons you would get crushed by them.

that memory of him in the training ground, his muscle straining against his shirt, just made your cunt pulse around him even more.

a particular sharp thrust snapped you out of your thoughts as varka groaned and threw his head back, your eyes rolling back at the same time.

your eyes kept returning to the same spot, no matter how many times he makes your eyes roll back.

and he noticed.

he leans down, face level with you. "yr' staring, baby. somethin' wrong?" his thrusts slow down, and he's ready to hear you out everytime.

"i..." you hesitate. you know he doesn't make you feel embarrassed, yet it feels so different to say it out loud.

"i want you to... i want you to put me in a headlock.."

"oh? what was that?"

you know hes teasing. but fuck, you just want him to crush you at this point.

"i said- i want you to put me in- a headlock." you say, in between shallow breaths.

"mmhhm. is that so, pup?"

"yes. yes please." you were quite literally shameless. you said and did everything you could to get what you wanted.

"please what, baby?"

"please sir. i need you."

"atta girl."

he leaned back over your body to his original position, his palm slowly sliding from your hip to the dip of your waist, then finally towards your neck.

you could finally feel his hand through your hazy vision, and your cunt fluttered in anticipation.

his forearm brushed roughly against your cheek, hot and flushed. then, it settled around your neck, his wrist resting on your shoulder. he pulled your body up gently, using just his forearm to lift you.

"...like this, love?"

your pussy speaks before you can, a soft moan tumbling out of your lips, and you wrap your hand around his bicep, finding balance. "yes- yeahh... like this!" his cock is pressing against a new spot now, which makes you chase your release faster.

your head felt so heavy, and so did your body. but all you could care about was the fact that you were getting fucked by the hottest man you've ever laid eyes on.

then, your release hits - you cry out, your body twitching as your orgasm washes over you. you squeeze varka's bicep, which in turn makes him squeeze it around your neck slightly tighter.

"mmhm, there we go, atta girl." your cunt pulsed at that nickname.

"you did so good for me, sweets."

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"f-fuck- varka.." you moaned out as you slowly slid down onto varka's fat cock. hes so... big. and girthy. your walls twitch and struggle around varka.

"there ya go, pup. there's my good girl." he said, wrapping his large arms around your hips, guiding you. his hands are large enough to cover the expanse of your thighs and hips.

"don't be too loud, mhm? don't want the guards to hear how y're being such a slut f'me." he murmurs against your ear. that name just makes your walls flutter even more around his cock, and varka notices.

"mhm. like that, don't ya pup? know ya do." you grind against him, the fat mushroom head of his cock rubbing against your g-spot. "oh f-fuuuckkk!.. varka- i need- it so bad-"

"whaddya need pup? tell me. im right here, sweetheart." again, those names.. you were seriously a sucker for praise and degrading. and varka knew that very well.

"vark- need you to c-cum in me." you stutter out as you continue to grind. you seriously love the feeling of going uuupp, doowwnnnnn onto varka's cock. the stretch burns but feels so good with the pleasure.

"oh yeah? you need my cum sweetheart? need me to.. fuck-!" he lets out an accidental loud whimper as you increase the pace of your grinding. your starting to get impatient.

"fill me up varka- please. fff-fuuuccckkk! need it soooo bbaaadddd.." at this point, your babbling out random words, drool spilling freely from your mouth.

"ill- give it to ya pup." his thrusts matched yours, and you came, with a loud yet muffled moan which was muffled by varka's hand on your mouth.

you panted into his hand, but he continues his thrusts, and follows suit, stuffing you up with a hot, sticky creampie. "ohhh. fuuuckkk yeeaah. that's my girl."

he removed his hand from your mouth, and as you panted and tried to catch your breath, he patted your thigh. "cmon. ill clean ya up, sweet."

lifting your body off of his, his length slips out slowly with a squelch, a string of his cum connecting your pussy and his tip. settling you down on his desk, he grabbed the towel that he kept in the cabinet, just in case. he cleaned you up so gently and softly. he left little kisses on your inner thighs in the process too. oh how you love your husband (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

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MDNI!!

rerir's hair is so soft n fluffy. you love pulling at it while he eats you out like you're the last thing left to devour in teyvat. the tip of his tongue teases your pearl, swirling around it just enough to make you frustrated, as you let out a whine, overstimulated. "be quiet," he murmurs against your cunt, spanking your thigh.

he continues his activity, the tip of his tongue slowly sliding into your cunt and you arch your back towards his mouth, seeking more of his touch and his licks. "r-rerir! oh gods-"

"there is no "gods". just me. focus on me." he grips your thighs, squishing the fat on your hips, his nails leaving red crescents on your rolls.

his mouth continues, his mouth sucking on your clit. you're so close— it feels like your going to burst. "rerir- im close." you say as you throw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut.

your thighs squished his face, the vibrations of his words against your clit making you cum. "do it. cum for me." and oh you do.

you came hard, wet and messy onto the bedsheets, your release wetting the black bandages that cover his pretty face. "fucking atta girl. theres my doll." he isnt as scary as you thought... (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`)

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MDNI!!

rerir's fat, bulbous tip slaps against your clit, spreading your slick over it, making sure his cock is ready to slide into your pretty lil pussy.

his hand on your right thigh, he spreads you open wider. the cool air hit your hot and wet cunt, earning a soft hiss from you. "quiet, doll." rerir bites out.

his cock teases you, rubbing his hard 11.78 inches against your pearl, covering himself in your delicious slick. "rerir- jus'... put it in already!" you whine out, bucking your hips towards his cock, frustrated by his teasing. "i told you to be quiet, woman."

he slowly slid into your cunt, your gummy walls squeezing him sooo right. "ah fuck. y'ur... squeezing me, sweetheart." he said, letting out a soft moan. you let out a moan too as you felt him inside.

he was literally stretching you out, the burn of the stretch + the pleasure from his cock just felt so.. addicting. "oh goodddsss– reriiiirrr!" you screamed out, your hands wrapping around his broad, beefy shoulders, your cute pink painted nails digging into his shoulders.

"what did i tell you last time, slut? no gods. just me. only. me." he spanked your cheek, the sudden sting making you yelp.

"mh! rerir- fuck—yes! please! wan’ it so bad!" you were babbling, drool spilling freely from the corners of your mouth.

he continues his pace, a white ring of pre starting to form at the base of his cock. "take it, woman. scream for me. i want all of teyvat to know that you're mine."

"fuckkk—rer-!” you mewled, gripping the pillow under your head to find support. "right there! please.. don’t stop! fuck me more!"

you felt so stuffed—your pussy clenching and burning from how much you were taking, but it still begged for more. your thighs shook, weakened, only for rerir to just sneak his hands under your knees, folding you as if you were a piece of paper.

the creaking sound of the bed was swallowing the moans that were spilling freely out from your mouth. the fat mushroom tip of his cock kept hitting your g-spot repeatedly, drawing out more and more of your dumbed out moans from your lips. "rerir—’m close! gona'cum!"

"cum for me. gonna stuff this pretty cunt with my cum." his thrusts speed up, pounding into you with an insane force, stretching you wide, making space for his cock and only his. your moans turn into desperate cries as you finally cum, hard and wet around his cock, your pussy clenching so perfectly tight around him.

your release was still coming out of you, as he jerked his hips, emptying his load deep inside you.

he slowly pulled out, and the empty feeling making you whimper as your body slumps weakly against the mattress, your weight dipping down on it. he breathed heavily, calming himself down from the extreme orgasm.

he gave your thigh two pats, a sign to stay where your laying. "don't move. ill clean you up." a lil bit of cleaning up and changing the sheets, and you both were out like a light.

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"rer?" you whispered out, sitting beside rerir on the bed. moving your plushies aside, you had an eyeliner in your hand.

"mm?" he hums out, staring at the liner in your hand. "what are you doing now.." he said in an almost accepted-defeat voice. he knew he couldn't run away from your goofy antics.

you uncapped the liner, leaning forward over rerir's chest to give him a perfect wing. his lashes were so long and soft. his eyes are pretty enough to get lost in.

cupping your hand around his face, you continued perfecting the wing, but he just had to move at the wrong time. "rer! sit still! keep your eyes closed."

"fine... but this is stupid. you make me feel like a fool." the liner was done, but he def needed something else.. mascara.

how could you not put some sky-high mascara on this beautiful man's face?? of course you had to.

grabbing the mascara, rerir called out to you. "doll. no more. please."

"but you'll look pretty."

"i don't need to look pretty. im a sinner. not some schoolgirl." you uncapped the mascara with a small pop, and bent over to brush the applicator against his long lashes. "rer, keep your eyes closed. don't move, okay?"

"fine." he bit out, and you moved on to his other eye, applying the mascara to his lashes.

"done!" you squeaked out, popping the cap for the mascara back in place. "your eyes are even prettier now." you said, leaning forward to kiss his cheek.

"hmph. you make stupid decisions. my eyes have always been pretty."

safe to say he was basically head over heels for you.

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obsessed. - rerir ｡𖦹°‧

𓂃★ REALLYYobsessive!rerir, not rlly smut?? (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠), takes place after war in nodkrai, descriptive

the prison doors had not creaked in decades. they were not meant to. rerir was meant to rot here, bones wasting away in silence, his name dissolved into dust. yet stone that should have held him forever finally gave way, crumbling in a storm of violence as chains clattered to the floor. his body, thin from starvation but unbroken, stirred with new life as if the years had been nothing but a long inhale, held tight and waiting to be released. his eyes burned with a feral gleam, sunken but sharp, starved of light and yet still seeing too much.

freedom was not what he tasted first. it was obsession.

her name, her face, her shadow; she had haunted him in that black pit where no voice answered him but his own. that woman, untouched and untainted by the ruin of her homeland. she had become an idea in his head, not a person. a thing that survived in his thoughts when nothing else did. when the walls closed in, when madness crawled beneath his skin, it was them who burned brightest. he told himself stories in the dark—stories of how he would claim them, drag them down into the same abyss he endured, strip them of that untouchable light until they were only his.

it was not love. love was far too soft a word. this was hunger. this was possession.

the landscape of nod-krai stretched before him as he stepped into the open air, moonlight painting his skin like death’s blessing. his body trembled, not from weakness but anticipation. he could almost smell them. somewhere, they lived, breathed, thrived. the world had moved on without him, and they had been allowed to move with it. unacceptable.

rerir’s instincts sharpened. he tore across the land, scavenging weapons from corpses long decayed, draping himself in rags of armor. his hands twitched, desperate for the feel of her throat, her wrists bound, her voice breaking in pleading. the thought alone nearly sent him to his knees.

and when he reached the city—where she would hide herself behind walls of stone and soldiers, weaving their little games—he did not hesitate. blood followed his path like breadcrumbs, bodies crumpling behind him as though they were made only to slow him down. he moved through them with a predator’s single-minded focus. they were not his prey, she was.

by the time the city bells rang in alarm, he was already inside their chambers. a figure out of nightmares, gaunt but unyielding, eyes alight with mania. he did not greet them with words. he let the silence stretch, savoring the moment as he stared at them, every inch of him trembling with violent purpose.

then his lips parted, and his voice was a rasp of hunger and madness: “love… do you know how long i’ve waited for you?”

he took a step forward, slow, deliberate, the corner of his mouth twitching in something far too feral to be a smile.

“you lived. you thrived. while i rotted for eternity, i kept you alive in my head. i broke myself into pieces and stitched them back together with the thought of you. do you know what that means?”

he tilted his head, eyes wide, unblinking.

“it means you belong to me. you’ve always belonged to me. and now—” his voice cracked into something feverish, desperate, cruel. “—i will never let you go.”

the sound of iron scraping stone echoed as he drew the jagged weapon at his hip. he didn’t need to rush them, not yet. he wanted to see them realize. wanted to watch her eyes widen as she understood there was nowhere to run.

tonight was not her night to die. no, death would be too merciful. tonight was the night she were taken. forever.

and rerir had waited too long to be denied.

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"working" out – childe ｡𖦹°‧

𓂃★ nsfw, plotless, dom!childe, marathon sex, gym sex, alot of praise, uni student girlfriend!user, gym rat boyfriend!childe, established relationship (boyfriend and girlfriend)

droplets of sweat formed at the crown of childe’s forehead, streaming down his flushed skin, but it didn’t deter the rapid pace his hips had settled into as he fucked you into oblivion from behind in a doggy-style position. a cheeky smirk curved the corners of childe’s lips as the moans you let out while you writhed beneath him only served to be his motivation to keep fucking you like an animal in heat.

with this view, it offered him a sight of your ass cheeks that recoiled in tandem with his harsh thrusts, cock driving into your cunt while your pussy walls made themselves snug with every deep stroke of his throbbing member. his free hand was nestled into a firm grip in your hair, pulling it from behind as he pulled on it like the reins on a horse.

"fuck, baby. this cunt just takes my cock so well, doesn’t it? you look so fucking hot like this too. you really were made to be my slut, huh." childe rasped huskily with a feral edge in his tone, his thrusts only speeding up the more he worked himself up over his own filthy words.

"feels like the cardio machines breaking down today was a blessing in disguise. because of it, i get to fuck my pretty girlfriend as many times as i want to make up for my cardio exercises. haha, fuck baby. c’mon, tighten up your cunt for me a little more, yeah? milk my fucking cock, baby. yeah... fuck— oh, fuck... work that ass on me, angel."

and a blessing in disguise it was indeed.

as you very well know, your boyfriend childe had a penchant for being active and physically fit. since he’s also a part of the swimming team for your university, childe naturally has to sustain his body in top shape consistently—which has led him to become a bit of a gym rat, an outcome you didn’t mind at all as it was in good taste for his health to be physically active.

but with childe being very athletic and always being lively in the gym, it would heighten his libido and stamina to unimaginable lengths that even you often struggled to keep up with him in the multiple rounds he goes at it fucking you senseless. it left you wondering often how much a man could desire you as much as he did, since childe could never seem to get enough of your body—always craving more and more that it feels like his lust has permeated through your soul and threatens to consume your soul entirely with his depravity.

childe tugged a little harder on the section of your hair he had clasped in a closed fist, suddenly pulling you up roughly, your arched back flushed against toned abdomen with a six-pack seemingly carved by archons themselves. this caused your head to tilt to the side, which gave him easy access to lewdly slip his tongue into your mouth and give you a messy kiss with saliva seeping past your lips. his punishing pace with his thrusts didn’t falter one bit amid your sloppy liplock.

"you know we’re going for more rounds than just this, right baby?" childe asked slyly with a smug grin tugging at his lips as he kept pounding his cock into your slick cunthole.

"we’re sweating like we just exercised a lot so let’s keep fucking some more, yeah~? why don’t you bounce that ass against me? fuck yourself onto my cock, baby. show me how much you want my cum, how much you want me to knock you up." he suggested the last part with a lecherous sneer, giving your plump ass cheek a feisty spank which was reciprocated well with your pussy tightening on his cock at the sensation.

by fucking you senseless through as many rounds as possible—breaking off some much needed sweat while using this opportunity to fuck you to his heart’s content the way you were meant to be used, as his pretty little sex doll. (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

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oh my god. WHAT DO YOH MEAN THE TRAVELLER IS HALF OF RERIR???*!#(

i need this man to be real rn. you dont even need to sit to suck that dih 👅🥹