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Be it toys, his finger, tongue, or his dick, just be sure that Toji will use absolutely everything and anything at his disposal to turn you into the pliant little lover he adores.

It drives him wild to see you go completely braindead while he fucks you within an inch of your life. Legs thrown over his shoulder and locked in place with a single muscled arm as his free hand makes itself useful between your thighs. The added stimulation leaving you reeling until you're blubbering and sobbing pathetically beneath him.

Thrashing and beating your fists weakly against his hold as you hiccup, you cling to your last bits of resolve. But none of it is helping ground you, and you can feel your composure slipping with every resounding smack of his hips against yours. He's practically bouncing you on his cock at this point, and you can't help the hot tears that slip down your face from sheer arousal. Your eyes roll back and tremors rack your body at the onslaught of pleasure hitting you all at once. Your mind is buzzing, and red hot aches form in the aftermath as the soreness begins to ebb away at your core.

You're really the cutest when you're like this, shaking in his bed like some lost fawn, curling in on yourself as if to hide from him. He grins at this, letting his sadistic streak rear its head as he gives a particularly harsh thrust while you ride out your high. You shriek, skin burning in the wake of your nth orgasm, exacerbated by Tojis sudden movement. All you can muster is a pout in your exhaustion, eyes watering once more, and his chest swells with pride at your state.

Though, he does feel a slight bit of guilt prick at his heart seeing you so worn out, having cum for him god knows how many times at this point. Even he was getting sensitive, and he's not sure he can take much more.

But that's never stopped him.

And as much as he wants to baby you and pamper you to an embarrassing degree, he simply hasn't had his fill yet. Any man worth his salt would do all he could to make sure his lover was fully satisfied, and unfortunately for you, Toji was as arrogant as they come.

Even if you had never actually agreed to this.

You whine as he pulls out, body going slack in what he assumes is relief. Your relaxation is short lived, however, and soon enough Toji is pulling you onto his thigh, beginning to rock you gently as you choke on a moan. His lips quickly find that sweet spot on your neck that makes you melt in a half-hearted attempt to soothe you, but all you can do is wail in protest. Your nerves are fried at this point and you're sure you'll die if he keeps going. Not that he cares when you tell him as much.

Tracing the moon's reflection on the rippling surface of the water, Zhongli's thoughts drifted inexorably towards the object of his fixation: the charming smile you had flashed him earlier that day in passing replaying in his mind. The reeds swayed in time with his strides, and the man couldn't help but imagine it was you beside him instead, your arm in his as he escorted you. He paused, basking in the warm night air and attempting to gather his thoughts, eyes roaming to take in the scenery. Watching the glaze lillies unfurl, though, his more lascivious fantasies began to rear their heads.

Imagining himself coaxing you open gently, the petals not unlike the softness of your skin. Opening yourself up for him to savor, allowing his fingers to trace shapes up your spreading thighs, welcoming him with your body. Taking you apart and getting you to melt into his touches with a softness reserved only for you.

With each passing moment, his yearning for you intensified, blossoming into a fervent heat that threatened to overwhelm his restraint.

Zhongli paused, a realization dawning upon him with startling clarity. He was entranced by the mere thought of you, your image etched into the recesses of his mind like an indelible mark. The depth of his obsession both exhilarated and unnerved him, having been centuries since he had experienced such overpowering emotions.

As the midnight hour waned, Zhongli grappled with the implications of his newfound fixation. He was unsure whether to embrace it or to quell it, torn between the intoxicating allure of his desires and the rationality that had always guided him. Yet, beneath the mask of composure he wore so well, Zhongli harbored a primal yearning he could not shake – a desire to possess and protect the object of his affection at any cost. You incited a vigor and ferality in him, a remnant of his early days as Morax, something that he had kept away so painstakingly. But as he resumed his leisurely stroll along the moonlit river, tugging at his collar to relieve the sudden warmth in his face, he knew that you had enraptured him entirely.

Lashes damp and eyes glazed over with tears, the sheer pleasure coursed through and threatened to break him. Your face was pressed flat against the large desk in his office, making a mess of yourself and drooling a puddle onto the mahogany.

The pitter patter of rain on the windows of his office does little to distract you, dwarfed by the sound of skin against skin. The desperate pistoning of his hips was turning your mind to absolute mush, clawing at the wood beneath you for stability.

"So good hahh.. you feel like heaven."

You twitch around him at the praise, and he moans, body lurching forward at the sensation. His long hair falls onto your back and you begin trying to squirm away, feeling ticklish. Neuvillette, though, takes it as an attempt to pull away, and his hands are quick to clamp down onto your hips and slide you back onto him.

"No please, more- I still need more-"

Opting to grab your arms instead, he pulls them behind your back, preventing your escape and using them as leverage to begin moving again. Your jaw goes slack as he manages to reach even deeper into your guts, letting out a strained whine.

It's your turn to cry now, the harsh pace of his hips meeting yours leaving you squealing and sensitive. The room is hot now, and you almost wish the window was open as you hear the rain beginning to pick up, envisioning the cool water.

'He's close'

Neuvillette is many things, but he is not a selfish lover. And so, feeling his impending climax near, he decides to focus on you instead. After all, if you don't come first, then he doesn't deserve to come at all. You're the only thing that matters.

He's brutal in an oddly gentle way, abusing your nipples like he doesn't know his own strength, sucking hickeys into your sweetspot with too much teeth, you can't take it. It's all too much.

Your body goes taut, head thrown back with a gasp as you come, hard. He shudders as you squeeze around him, coming with a sob as his body jerks with every rope of white that paints your insides. He rolls his hips slowly, nursing you both through the aftershocks as you shake from the overwork.

Settling down, he leans in and turns your head, pulling you into a sloppy kiss of drool and tears. Breaking away, he kitten licks at the tear stains on your cheeks, tongue sweeping up the salty tracks as you give him a dazed stare. Resting his forehead against yours, his face falls into a gentle smile and he hums, content.

Jing Yuan's gaze lingered on her, a blush beginning to simmer as she began teasing him mercilessly. With each playful taunt, she seemed to fan the flames of his desire further and further until Jing Yuan was going weak in the knees.

God, if only she knew what she did to him.

"You're hopelessly in love with me, aren't you, Jing Yuan?" she taunted, a playful smirk dancing on her lips as she glanced up at him.

Her words sent a thrill through him, a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he struggled to maintain his composure. Yet, despite the playful banter, he couldn’t help but sense an almost… willingness in her mischievous tone. He shook his head, dismissing the thought as a hopeful fantasy.

As they continued their makeshift ‘date’, Jing Yuan found himself pulling her closer at every turn, his every movement carefully calculated to ensure her safety among the crowded streets. He reveled in the way she leaned into his touch, her body yielding to him without reservation.

In that single movement, his wishes were confirmed. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her, and who was he to deny his lover's needs? This was clearly a sign that she needed him to take charge, and he wasn’t going to pass up this chance to prove himself.

I mean, surely you wanted this too?

He’s fast, turning on a dime and quickly ushering her into the nearest alley as she submissively allows herself to be led. Atleast, that’s how Jing Yuan interprets it, though with her confusion and his raw strength, it wasn’t really a choice to begin with. Trapping her against the wall, he leans down to whisper in her ear, shuddering momentarily when he catches the scent of her hair.

"You're mine, and mine alone," he murmurs, his voice a low, possessive growl that sends shivers down her spine. "No one else will ever have you."

And as she looks up at him with adoring eyes, clinging to his arm so cutely, Jing Yuan knew that she belonged to him.

“Took you long enough..” she mutters, turning her head and pouting before he pulls her into a searing kiss. His tongue presses against her lips, and she quickly opens her mouth to let him in. Jing Yuan groans, rubbing his hands up and down her sides in gratitude, making out until you both grow antsy with a need for air.

“I know darling, and I'm sorry for that, truly.”

Grinning, he grabs her hands and presses them against his heart, eyes fervent as she feels the harsh rhythm of his love for her. Pressing his knee between her legs, he sighs.

In the dim lighting of his bedroom, Blade kneels before you, long hair brushing your skin as you watch the intense look in his eyes. The silk ties binding you rustle softly as he holds your ankles and approaches the space between your legs, stilted breathing echoing in the quiet room. His gaze fixated on the figure before him, bound and vulnerable, your body inviting as you wriggle in discomfort.

"Finally," he whispers, his voice straining with thinly-veiled lust. "You're mine. Now let me show you how good I can make you feel."

Your heart races as Blade draws closer, his presence suffocating yet.. strangely intoxicating. Fear mingled with a twisted sense of desire culminates in you as he wraps his hands around your thighs, slotting his head between them. It was clear how hard he was attempting to restrain himself, and it did nothing to soothe your nerves.

He dips his head, mouth latching onto you as he begins to lick and suck like an animal, groaning into your skin. You gasp, his slurping growing faster at your reaction. His mouth is skilled, practically glued to you as his tongue swirls around your most sensitive parts.

Giving an especially hard suck, you throw your head back, drool beginning to slip from the corner of your mouth as your legs shake. He pulls away to catch his breath, looking up at your disheveled self with a coy smile, clearly proud.

"I've watched you from afar, yearning for this moment," he confesses, his words dripping with fervent devotion. "You're the only one who truly understands me, who sees beyond the facade I wear for the world."

Before you can question what he meant by that, his tongue is on you again, taking a much more decisive rhythm as he sets his mind on making you come for him.

‘If you come, it means you love him’

Your legs begin to seize at the sudden onslaught, and his ravenous pace has you barreling towards you breaking point faster than ever. He's bucking into the mattress, and he nearly comes as your thighs begin to squeeze around his head, pulling him close.

He releases one of your legs in favor of sliding a thick finger into your heat, curling and rubbing at your walls in a way that has you brainless. You don't think you can take much more, pulling your free leg back to push at him, but it doesn't seem like he even noticed, and the building heat in your belly has your legs weak.

It isn't long before he finds that bundle of nerves that makes you see stars, and he merciless, abusing it until your vision goes white. You whine, body arching into his face and legs going ramrod straight as you come into his mouth. And by the way he moans, you can tell he came too.

“You did so well for me, I’m so glad.” He pants, a delirious look on his face as he wipes remnants of you off of his chin.

“You're so cute it's unfair. I want to keep you forever.”

You shiver, feeling the weight of his words like chains tightening around your soul. His love was suffocating, something dark that promised both ecstasy and agony in equal measure. You’re not sure if you like that.

"I'll protect you from anyone who dares to come between us," he vows, his grip on your bruised waist tightening as if to emphasize his point. "You'll never have to fear again, as long as you're by my side."

But as Blade poured his heart out, a chilling realization settled over you like a shroud. You’re a captive, not his lover, imprisoned by the very person who claimed to adore you.

In his twisted mind, love and possession were one and the same, and you were unfortunate enough to be the one to find out. As you gaze into his eyes, you see the depths of his madness, poorly hidden by his so-called love, a darkness that threatened to consume you whole.

Trapped in Blade's home, you wonder if you’ll ever find happiness in the confines of your cage.

Before you could even offer a greeting, Childe was already prattling off about what he had been up to, and how much he had missed. You laughed, amused by how little he had changed from the energetic child you knew back then. His cerulean eyes twinkled at your laughter, a light blush coating his face in response. You’ve gotten so lovely since he last saw you, a vision of beauty perfect to Childe’s tastes.

After a few minutes, you invite him into your home, hoping to continue the conversation away from biting winds and prying eyes. He readily accepts, and you falter for a moment as you notice the odd yearning in his tone. But you brush it off, assuming he just wants to get out of the cold as fast as possible.

Offering him a cup of tea, you sit together at a small table and begin catching up. Hearing about his difficulties rising within the ranks of the fatui, you begin airing out your own complaints. The town’s resources, your finances, your parents declining health as they grew older, the list goes on. His face lights up, offering a solution in the form of an arranged marriage, a proposition veiled under the guise of providing for your family. He was a harbinger now after all, with immense power and wealth, truly lacking nothing. He could make you happy!

Plus, he could finally fulfill the promise you two had made as children.

Taken aback by the suddenness, you politely declined. It had been so long since you had last seen him, and with how much time had passed you were both different people now. You hardly knew this version of Childe, the 11th harbinger of all things, and he had missed so much of your life as well. Besides, you were only children then! Making silly vows by the lakeside that didn’t actually mean anything. The man's face dropped, frozen in his seat as he absorbed your words.

“Didn’t… mean anything?”

In an instant, Childe's demeanor shifted, his once-charming smile contorting into a mask of desperation and resentment as he slams his hands down onto the table. The dam breaks, angry tears forming as he confesses his undying infatuation with you, revealing the depths of an obsession that had festered over the years. Adamant that you were being heartless, to deny him so easily when he was being so so kind. You were the only thing keeping him sane during his time in the abyss, pushing forward with the hope of marrying you once he escaped, and now you do this?

You want to be cruel? He can show you true cruelty.

Your heart pounded with fear as his tone turned sinister, threatening to use his connections as the newest lord harbinger to ensure the village would never receive supplies from the mainland ever again.

The sincerity in his voice makes you flinch, throat constricting with terror. He wouldn’t do that, would he? Doom all the people he once loved over, what, some old flame he hadn’t seen in nearly a decade? But as you look up and see his form looming over you like a predator, eyes glinting with a ferocity you’ve only seen from abyssal beasts, you’re certain he’s not bluffing.

The innocent, bright-eyed boy of your childhood now seemed like a distant dream, shattered by Childe's twisted desires. Every word he uttered dripped with malice, his possessiveness morphing into a chilling display of dominance. His power a dark shadow looming over the safety of everyone you love. You shiver, the realization of how easily he could have your entire town wiped out being nightmarish.

As the snowfall blanketed the peaceful village, you knew that escaping Childe's grasp wouldn't be without its victims. Who were you to say your life was more valuable than an entire community? A life with Childe would not be peaceful, a prisoner within his domain where the line between love and obsession blurred into a chilling reality. But he would take care of you, and you would be sheltered and safe within his grasp. They would be safe too. Your gaze is downcast as you compose yourself, silently mourning the freedom of the countryside you took for granted all these years. You couldn’t let them suffer, not for this. Not by him. Resigning yourself to your fate, you reach forward and embrace him, the venom in his expression melting away as he sighs. 

And as you stand there held against him, the spitting image of two lovers reunited, a thought occurs to you both.

You absently wonder if it was something you did, perhaps a mistake you made while out on an assignment with your fellow soldiers. ‘Or maybe something I didn’t do?’.

But before you can think yourself in circles, your hair stands on end at the now familiar feeling of his gaze. You quickly turn on your heel, standing at attention hoping he’ll pass your group by. It seems the Tsaritsa does not favor you today though, and you accidentally meet his eye, wincing when he stops and frowns at you. You’re used to this by now, bracing yourself to get berated and hoping to just grit your teeth and get it over with.

He pauses, staring for a moment with a look that you don’t recognize. You cock an eyebrow and he scoffs, but it only makes you more confused.

“Follow me, we’re doing a review of your training. You’ve been especially disappointing this week, and it’s getting on my nerves.”

Oh. That’s new.

As you awkwardly trail behind him, you almost feel… hopeful. While his comment was a little rude, at least he didn’t yell or make you do some insane punishment like the other lords. Yes, this was an improvement, and he was even going as far as personally retraining you! You let a small grin slip, excited to redeem yourself and return to Scaramouche’s good graces. Who knows, you might even find out why he hated you so much.

But.. 

This isn’t the way to the training hall.

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This was not part of your training.

You grunt, face now pressed against the cool tile of Scaramouche’s quarters as the man ruts into you from behind. You squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip as he speeds up, taking on an almost impossible pace while your body rocks with his movements.

He leans over to whisper in your ear, caging you in as he repeats what he’s been babbling on about for nearly an hour now.

“I hate you, I hate how easily you burrowed into my mind and I hate how much I like it.”

He gives an especially harsh thrust and you whine, nails scraping uselessly at the floor in an attempt to ground yourself. You’re losing it now, any coherency eclipsed by the unending pleasure as you begin going slack beneath him.

 “I hate that I need you”

Scaramouche’s hips stutter, and you know he’s close. His arm wraps around your midsection for purchase, gripping you as he continues his assault on your twitching heat with a newfound vigor.

You choke on a moan, eyes watering as you can feel your own climax approaching. You tighten around him and he huffs, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. His thrusts are sloppy now, frantic and losing rhythm as he chases his orgasm.

He gives one final push, sinking in all the way to the hilt as he comes, and the feeling of his warmth filling you has you coming undone in seconds. Your eyes roll back and you whimper, pushing back into him as your combined spend drips to the floor in a puddle.

He sits back and turns you around, pulling you into his lap as you curl into his chest in exhaustion. His grip is possessive, holding you tight against him like he’s afraid you’ll leave, though it’s not like you can with how sore you are.

The fatigue is catching up with you now, and as you begin to fall asleep, you think you faintly hear Scaramouche say something. But you are far too tired to understand it, and before long you're drifting off. He hums, an unhinged grin adorning his face as he stares at your spent form secure in his arms. Taking one last moment to admire your face, he nuzzles into you and sighs.