#prettypinkpuddles

Al Haitham wasn’t one of many words, not unless they were worth it. and you were definitely worth it with the way you were slobbering over his cock.

“fuck, keep doing that,” he huffed as his hand smoothed over his forehead, this glazed over look in his eyes. suddenly his head fell back and he let out this guttural sigh that seemed to ripple into a growl, “yes, oh fuck yes, baby.”

he gripped your head and stilled you; you bubbled out a choke and breathed out shortly through your nose before feeling his tip glide over your tongue rapidly. you squealed and gagged, but that only seemed to encourage him to fuck your head harder. Al Haitham groaned and let out an airy chuckle as he pushed himself into you slowly this time.

“could do this behind my damn desk, or when i wake up, when i need to relax…” he marveled and pulled you all the way to the tip, losing at you with lidded eyes and a sneaking grin. “just use this fucking throat until it’s raw.”

Cyno nearly trained himself to not speak, it was part of why he was so good at his job. the second he got home and saw you trying on a new set of blue lingerie from Fontaine. the color was perfect for your skin, the bra beautiful complimented your breasts, even as they’d fallen against your chest to the sides, your panties looked gorgeous, even when they were at your ankle and behind his head.

he buried his tongue into you, morning out deliciously for your pussy to absorb. you bit your lip and closed your eyes, pushing your head into the pillow as he flattened his tongue against your folds, lapping up your juices and slurping your clit with a singing hum.

“fuck, fuck, Cyno..” you whispered. “please keep going.” you whined. he chuckled deeply and slurped again loudly and you squealed, pushing him into you with your feet.

he pulled away just a bit to speak, “i’m sure you were just waiting for me to come home and see you like that.”

you didn’t bother to respond, he was just talking to himself, and your pussy but mostly himself. of how he thought you were playing this game, of waiting for him, how he wanted to rip your lingerie and just ruin you, turn you into a crying whore that only thought of him. how he wanted to plow his angry tip into your cunt and roll his hips through a gruelingly slow pace that left you on the edge.

your legs twitched and he pulled you close to him, plunged his fingers into you and curled them just right and you popped. his lower face was slicked with your essence and his hair was completely disheveled from your pulling. he wiped his chin and smothered a kiss just above your clit, then over your stomach, up to your chest and to your lips. the ones on your head. he grinned, “i hope you’re ready for all of that.”

you loved teasing Neuvilette. not because he would react in an embarrassed fashion, but because he’d just… tilt his head and try to explain it in a complex manner. it was a sweetest thing to you, how difficult he was with the simplest things you’d do; touching his cock with the tip of your heel, sitting under his desk to invite him to use your mouth, kissing his face as you sat on his lap, he’d just stay focused on his work until the day ended.

but this time, maybe he had enough or something, he stood up, locked the doors of his office and sat on one of the couches.

“come here,” he commanded gently and you did, walked to him and let him guide you to his lap. and he rolled himself over your thighs.

you gasped and put your hands on his chest as the thrust became more aggressive, his hands pulled you close to him and he grabbed your face, whispering lowly in your ear, “did you think that teasing was going to get you anywhere today?”

you shuddered as how deep he was, then squealed into his should at the feeling of his hand rolling over your pebbled clit, “Neuvillette,” you whispered but he tutted at you.

“Monsieur Neuvillette.” he corrected.

“Mon-monsieur…” you swallowed as he pushed you on your back, “please, we’ll be heard.”

he chuckled darkly as his eyes nearly made you freeze, “you may care, but you soon won’t, as i don’t.”

archons, did Albedo feel good. when he’d push his perfectly sculpted cock into you, when his lips would kiss your collarbone gently, but his teeth would bruise the skin of your neck.

his teal eyes came to look at you as he wrote down a few things, then he pushed his fingers knuckle-deep, causing you to yelp in surprise. a shaky plea erupted from you, his fingers swinging over your spongy inside in just the right way.

“tell me how it feels, Y/N.” he instructed as he pulled his fingers away from one another in a scissor form, “what does the elixir do to your body?” he had given you a liquid he had procured from doing something or other to a green plant he discovered, and you stupidly decided to test it on yourself after no result occurred from stagnant test subjects. it was really affecting your ability to think, talk, and you were unbelievably thirsty, but that didn’t matter with the way Albedo was fucking your cunt.

you could nearly formulate moans let alone words. how your thighs quaked, your neck ached from holding your head up, how everything was amplified and dulled at the same time, his fingers felt so… foreign, even though you’ve felt them everywhere. you opened your mouth and attempted to speak, only letting out a quivering breath. your mouth was impossibly dry, no spit was there, just dry lust.

“do your thighs feel heavy?” he described as he leered at you from his desk. his eyes flickered to your swollen, soaked pussy hole, “does the way that i twist my fingers make you see stars?”

you don’t know if you were starting to hallucinate or going crazy but you actually saw stars at that. “y-yes…. yes, Al… oh Daddy, please.” you tried your best to swallow, feeling this bubbled lump in your throat. his fingers began to move impossibly fast, pushing out your liquids all over the desk. you choked snd arched your back, nearly falling back against the desk but Albedo felt your thighs still. your head touched something hard and cold, maybe ice, it didn’t matter, what mattered was your gushing orgasm that was pouring over the desk.

“fuck… fuck fuckkkkkk.” you moaned and looked up, “fuck me. and record my reaction, please.”

(absolutely based this on the times i was high. will be going into further detail about this in another drabble…)

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it was your idea honestly. maybe that’s what made him seem so…. apprehensive of the idea, or maybe it was nerves or overexcitement. whatever it was, it took a lot for him to get over it and he just couldn’t deny how your smile tugged into an invitation of love and respect for his boundaries. boundaries that he let you bend.

“it is on right?” you peered past your knees to see him messing with his cock like a twelve year old. He huffed and tugged on the rubber strap that held the little bullet vibrator taut to his nerves. it was right at the base, working as a cockring for him and a great overstimulant for yourself.

realizing that made your brain melt, your knees lazily separated and you couldn’t help your eyes from moving up to your boyfriend’s face. Up his abs, taking a pitstop at his chest to really get a look at the definition then his neck - ignoring the bite marks you made. then his face, his handsome, downright beautiful face that was right over you.

Sylus smirked and his hands came up to your sides, cupping your breasts, “are you nervous?”

“yes,” you realized just how hot you were. “no.” you giggled breathlessly and inhaled rapidly, “i’m excited, really.”

“excited?” the growl in his chest lifted in amusement.

you nodded, taking another peek at his dick. “yeah, excited for how it’ll feel, but nervous.” you brought your hands to hold his neck and spread your legs just a bit more, “nervous i’ll break.”

he hummed, almost a grunt as he lined himself with you. “just… do it slowly.” he listened, breaching your walls with a causality he’d grown accustomed to, but it was different.

you were tighter, creating more friction and allowing pleasure to build up between your walls as he fully sat inside.

“wait!” you took his bicep and reached down with your free hand, fiddling around for the power button.

it was like a spark ignited between you two, which was likely literal, but it yanked a moan out of you and pulled out a shaky groan from Sylus. you whimpered and bucked your hips involuntarily at the clit stimulus and your cunt gaped and sucked at him.

“fuck…” Sylus grunted and you looked at his face, brows knitted just enough as his eyes struggled to keep his red irises on you, his mouth sucking in ragged breathes.

“is it too much?” you asked, reaching back to turn it off but he stopped you.

he shook his head as the composure came back to him. “no, no keep it on.” he urged, taking your hand away before wrapped himself around you. “but i’ll move slow.” he told you.

and slow he did. slow, short thrusts into your body to keep the bullet on your clit, stringing out whimpers and languid moans from your body; his grunts, suppressed huffed and labored breaths weren’t from how hard he was working to take you there. it was from keeping himself from exploding inside you in an instant.

the bullet was doing its job at turning you into a ball of putty for him to rut into but it was also working its way on his dick, constantly sending vibrations along the shaft, some jolts just a bit shy of reaching his tip - something he didn’t know to be grateful or resentful for.

you groaned and rolled your eyes to look at the blue toy, “m-more.” you inched down to your clit, pressing on the power button to change the setting. a deeper, more aggressive dig at your nerves immediately hit you, and snapped whatever bit of control Sylus had. you wanted to scream from the stimulant but he grabbed your face and kissed you, holding you still as he got just that much closer, stroking your just right so the vibrator wouldn’t leave your body and he could still make somewhat complete thrusts.

it was ravaging, the way he moved to keep your as used as possible, either completely filled with him or the vibrations overriding your senses. your nails raked at his back over and over, drawing him in deliciously; it was almost overwhelming for him, your squelching pussy, your moans breaching from the kisses, your hands marking him up, that stupid vibrator.

he grunted, letting you go to turn it off but he didn’t quite know how it worked - to turn it off you have to hold it, to change the setting, you just press it.

he pressed it.

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“Cmon, you’ll love it! i swear!”

Caleb was working harder on this than he worked on anything, which was annoying but kind of funny.

“it’ll be like my fingers, except i can use both of my hands to play with your body.” he teased.

“no,” you pointed your freshly manicured nail at him, “it’ll be like a thing you can’t- or won’t, shut off.

he chuckled, knowing you were right. “but just think about it. you’ll be able to just shut your brain off and moan around my dick.”

that intrigued you.

sex with Caleb was the complete opposite of your job, it hardly requires you to move at times, it was a great way to destress from your vehemently stressful life.

youve never fucked on a desk, and you also never felt what tape on your thighs felt like. not until now.

only Caleb was able to convince you to do this kind of shit. he managed to get you to try and fall in love with a lot of things, including bondage, so for this your arms are snuggled knotted behind your back.

he stood up and eyed his handiwork proudly, “are you comfy?”

your fingers gripped and smoothed over the other’s wrists as you nodded you nodded and attempted to spread your legs just a bit less but he stopped you, “no, no. stay like that.”

“why? i think it’d be better if i were to- ah!” your words cut and a cry ripped out of your chest as he sheathed himself inside without warning. it didn’t hurt but any intrusion would be jarring. “don’t! don’t do that!”

Caleb chuckled as he wagged his dick back and forth to let you get comfortable, “why? it is too much for you?”

“how would you feel if something just split you open without warning?” you gritted, then winced to suppress your moan, “and then fucked you?”

his hand wrapped around your chest and he bent over you, “Hmm, i dunno, guises you’ll just have to show me one day.”

you didn’t have time to think about what that meant, the vibrator you had strapped onto you activated and immediately pushing your clit around, buzzing your nerves to life in an almost painful way. just enough to titter on the edge of pain and pleasure, just the way Caleb liked you.

you immediately broke into a song of groan and whines as he bucked his hips into you, fucking you against the desk with enough force to move it with your little dance.

“want me to turn it up?” he teased, but you couldn’t answer, a bubble of pleasure stuck in your throat and keeping your words down. you whined and cried out particularly loud, giving him an indication you were more than feeling good. his hand explored your body before he grabbed your shoulders and slowly pushed your head down to lay on the desk.

you choked, “harder, please!” it came out so desperate, it’d be embarrasssing if anyone else heard it. But Calbe loved when you sounds like that. he happily obliged, pounding into you with enough force to jerk you back and forth over the surface.

“better?” he breathed, knowing you were going to agree. your head shook against the desk and he laughed at your pathetic little demeanor.

the vibrator was torturing you - making you puddle out juices to soak the tape, your thighs, his dick and balls. Caleb was torturing you too, slamming into you enough to move you but keeping a firm grip on your hips to keep you in relatively in place. then he got an idea and his hands moved.

“how limp are you, baby?” he cooed in your ear and you whined as your head came up. “good.”

he helped you stand straight as one hand took a hold of your thigh, pulling it into the desk; you quickly got the idea and heaved yourself up without moving too much on his cock. you shifted until the vibrator sat nicely on the surface, grumbling eagerly on the material as it nuzzled into you just a bit to much.

you whimpered as Caleb pulled all the way out and slammed back in, grabbing your chin and pulling you back to look up at the ceiling and catch a glimpse of him, “how’s that? still comfy?”

“yes!” a gasp yanked out of you as he pushed in and you spaced out, letting the vibrator burn the nerves in your thighs, Caleb bully your nipples as he sucks and bit along your neck and the two of them ruined your body.

“H-hello! are you a traveller?!” she called.

you nodded and walked up to them, holding your notebook tightly to you. “yes, i am! i’m a student from the Akademiya doing research about Natlan! could you help?”

that piqued their interest. they began to completely examine you. your clothes, how your hair was done, the little girl even looked into your notebook, with your permission of course. she pointed to the padisarah you had sketched out.

“that’s so pretty!” she smiled, “what’s it called?”

“a padisarah!” you grinned.

“it’s like a glowing hornshroom.” Mualani commented.

you grinned and looked at her, “could you show one one of those? for my research?”

“depends.”

a voice startled you. it was deeper and softer. you looked up, seeing a boy with lots of green accents and browned skin. his eyes were striking yellow and his muscles arms were crossed as he eyed you. a bit of suspicion washed over him before a new look overtook his face; you blinked and looked down at Kachina as she ran up to introduce him.

“this is Kinich!” she exclaimed, “he’s our friend.”

“hello.” you smiled.

“hi.” he said in a flatter tone.

“and yeah, it will depend,” Mualani continued. “are you afraid of the dark?”

“do you like adventure?!” Kachina jumped.

that started a journey of them taking you all through Natlan, showing you each of their tribes and customs. You wrote down so much that you needed a new notebook; of Mualani’s tribe and their famous hot springs, how amazing they felt after excursions through the tunnels with Kachina. she gave you a special white stone she said was good luck and you fastened it to your pyro vision.

Kinich’s tribe was probably the most dangerous for you, you had no proper shoes to climb mountains but you still tried anyways, much to Ajaw’s amusement.

“those delicate foot holders are no match for the mightiness of the great lands of Natlan!” he chortled as you lifted your foot onto the jutted rock to your left.

you grunted as you hoisted yourself up, “shut up! you stupid… pixelated…. lizard!” that got to him.

“LIZARD?!” he gasped, “you Dare call me?! The Mighty Dragonlord, K'uhul Ajaw, A LIZARD?!” he sprang up to you, got right in your face, red as a henna berry, and you fell.

you had no idea he could leave Kinich’s side with Kinich allowing it, it scared you so bad, you were now free falling from the cliff. you had to think fast, create something to break your fall but you didn’t need to. something grabbed you, swung you to the left in a quick motion and threw you up in the air again. it had to be Ajaw, he was going to throw you away like the trash he said you were. then you stopped moving.

you looked around. you were on the ground and in something’s arms. something much bigger than Ajaw’s tiny form.

“are you alright?”

you looked up, “Kinich?” you nearly fell out of his lap, but he snatched you closer to him, examining you. “i’m… i’m okay.”

he nodded after he felt satisfied, “that’s good.” he looked like he wanted to smile, then it dropped when Ajaw sprang in front of you.

“i knew it! i knew it!” he blabbed, pointing his stubby nubby at your face. “you fell, just like I said you would!”

he was often shit-talking you and everything you did, how you sketched out the saurian claw succulent that kinich gave you, how you walked, how you cooked the traditional food Mualani taught you, even when you were encouraging Kachina to bungee jump with you. you told her it was the best way to get her nerves out before the Pilgrimage, even though she was supposed to compete in a few months.

she ended up doing it, screamed her head off, but it was so much fun, you could see Mualani and Kinich smiling for you two as you soars through the air over and over. you screamed out and a huge, red hibiscus blossom appeared above your heads, bursting like a firework and Kachina squealed, begging to stop.

Natlan was probably more beautfiful than your home. all the color was beautiful, and yes you missed the green, but you got your fill through looking at Kinich. and the liter of yumkasaurs he was showing you.

you nearly squealed, “why did you show me these sooner!?”

“i’m sorry.” he said as you fell to your knees, hands outstretched for one the little green things rushing to you. it chittered and smiled wide, nuzzling into you with its floppy ears smacking your forearms.

you giggled and petted its head as it fell into your lap. “you’re such a cutie!” you cooed, seeing Kinich’s hand ruffle its petal-shaped collar. it smiled and pushed into his hand as you looked up at him, “do you have one of these?”

“no, but Kachina has a tetpetilsaur,” he replied. “i do not need a saurian.”

“because of Ajaw?” you grinned. he nodded with a bit of an eyeroll at the thought of the annoying thing.

Kinich turned to you, “would you like one? i think they would benefit your research.”

“a saurian?” you grinned and vigorously nodded as you looked at the whelp in your lap. “this one,” you whispered, “i wanna name her Pari.”

“like the padisarahs, from your home?”

you blinked at that, surprised he remembered and could say that, looking at him with a bit of shock before nodding with a smile. “yes, and the place that is for me.” you leaned to the side and leaned against his shoulder as you stroked Pari’s pale green fur at she purred.

your months-long journey was wondrous, you wanted to stay forever, but you knew you had to go back home and analyze the data with others from the Spantamad darshan. but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. your eyes filled with tears as you packed your bags, walking out of Mualani’s guest house to see the bright place you temporarily called home. temporarily.

as you walked with her to the stadium, you gave Kachina the biggest hug ever, smiling at her warmth as your eyes unfortunately landed on a blond girl with a white dress and blue accents.

“what?” Mualani asked you.

you shook your head, “it’s… i know her.” you said, “she’s travelled to my home before…. a lot happened.”

“ohhh, she told me that she’s been to most of Teyvat now.” Kachina chimed in.

“yeah….” you looked away from the Traveller, “she’s just… i can’t describe her.” you pulled the thought of her and Nahida from your head and looked down at Kachina, “i’m so sorry i’m going to miss you compete, but write to me when you win.”

she looked down at the floor, “if i win,” she corrected.

you bent down to her level and pulled her chin up, “when you win Kachina. i’ve got a feeling you’re gonna make it.”

Mualani nodded and took her hand, “let’s go get set up.” she looked to you and held out her hand. “i wanted to give you this necklace before you left, so you’ll remember to come visit me in the future.”

you gasped at the necklace she was holding. it was made of sprayfeather gills, expertly woven together to form a ring. you slipped it over your head and smiled, “thank you so much, i’ll visit you as soon as my research is over.”

“i’ll walk Y/n out of Natlan.” Kinich announced. the girls nodded and began to walk into the stadium together, leaving you and Kinich to make the journey back to where you started it.

people who recognized you waved and bid you goodbyes, some giving you gifts like seeds from the plants of Natlan, recipes for different dishes, stones of warm colors to bless you and your journey. even your yumkasaur had found you and was dancing alongside you as you approached the bit of water between natlan and the desert of Sumeru.

“i…” you tried to speak but nothing else came out.

kinich took your hand and glanced at you, “you don’t wanna leave, do you?”

your face scrunched and you shook your head, “ i was being strong for Kachina but i really don’t want to leave. this place is like magic, real magic. the people, the cultures so wonderfully blending together to create a unified nation. my saurian, my friends, even you… i simply can’t…”

kinich didn’t speak, his grip just grew stronger as he looked at you.

“i know, i know… i need to.” you wiped your face and sniffled. “i’m sorry, Kinich, i just-”

“don’t leave,” he commanded and pulled your face to him, “don’t leave without saying it.”

“saying… saying what?”

“how you feel, Y/N.” he said and you flinched. “i don’t want you to leave either, but if you must, at least tell em the truth, please.”

you could feel your heart quickening like when you’d get really close to him, you could smell his cologne, this woodsy, dark floral scent enveloping you both.

“say it.” he repeated.

you swallowed, “i love you, Kinich.” you nearly ate him, pulling his lips to yours to kiss him over and over, “i love you so much.” you said in between the kisses.

his arms found you, his fingers snaking into your hair and making your scalp tingle, “i should’ve said it that night, but i didn’t… i’m sorry.”

you two stood there, kissing and hugging before you started giggling. he pulled away a bit, asking you why you were laughing with that sneaky, low voice that would make you sizzle in your clothes, “i have to go, my boat will be here soon.”

he nodded and kissed your once more, then as you pulled yourself away, he kissed your hand. “come back soon, Y/N.”

so i write for…. mainly genshin but i do write others such as:

animes✨❤️

mha/

haikyuu/

toliet bound hanako kun/

demon slayer/

jujutsu kaisen

games 🎮👾

genshin🌟

sally face/

the dashes mean these have been written for

i uh… i don’t write

incest (this includes two siblings with y/n. even if they are only touching/messing with y/n)

rape/yandere scenarios that have kidnapping and really difficult topics (strict on this.)

children in inappropriate situations (this applies to people 15 and under)

i include teenagers because… well they are teens and they do those things, and i was literally a teen a few months ago..

male readers… ik ik… i just don’t know how to properly write it… i’m sorry, i just don’t know male anatomy

lucky for you i do write

feminine reader. this is bc i have female anatomy

smut scenes… sorry mom

black reader. some of my older work had other races for reader but i don’t have enough knowledge to continue that

modern au

characters under influence, such as alcohol or drugs etc.

cnc kinks/dubious consent kinks

suicidal characters and/or actions; i have written on these

among various other touchy subjects i can do

i do take requests!!

so i do request for the things above… plus

i’ll write a certain race/ethnicity with some context of what you want me to write about in the fic

i could also add in anything that i’m good with in the fic and if i have to ask something i’ll message you

also i usually don’t proofread my things before reading… i’ll probably put a star on the ones that are proofread