Oh No. Catgirl Keqing. All Of A Sudden My Panties Are Wet And My Cock Is Throbbing HAHAHA-

oh no. catgirl keqing. all of a sudden my panties are wet and my cock is throbbing HAHAHA-

NSFW CONTENT AHEAD! reader is gn and amab. catgirl keqing <3

catgirl keqing the haughty pretty yuheng who mewls like a common whore in her spare time under your touch. she’s the perfect wet mess when you eat her out, her lithe fingers gripping the sheets for purchase and plush thighs spread with the guidance of your hand. keqing is usually so uptight but she’s oh so incredibly tight around your tongue muscle and fingers when they reach deep inside her. keqing moans just like a cat in heat, hearts in her pupils and when she rubs herself on your nether regions how can you resist taking the naughty vixen?

amab reader: keqing positively purrs when she’s stuffed full of cock, it’s easy to sink balls deep between her wet folds. keqing would spread her pussy lips and invite you in with a shy expression but her slutty pleas are so contrastingly divine. “fill me up please? please please please put your dick inside, it’s so empty!” imagine teasing her to make embarrassing sounds- keqing’s simply too cute. she’d be humiliated, “what?! you want me to say.. f-fine! f. fuck me nya~!” but she’s just a cock hungry kitty after all so she’ll succumb to the mocking demand.

imagine being diluc’s maid <3 literally a dream come true! the manor doesn’t often recruit but when they do, it’s like a lucky draw! a job where you’re well paid and able to see mondstat’s handsome wealthy bachelor daily? count all the young singles of mond in! all the staff are so graceful and wise in comparison to your naive self whose simply excited to breathe the master’s air. imagine your first day, waking early at dawn to start your tasks and getting to see diluc training! he’s probably all sweaty but still his movements are so mesmerising, claymore clenched between his strong hands and muscles on display in his loose fitted shirt. literally a drool worthy sight~ when he stabs the tip of the claymore into the ground, lifting his shirt to wipe at his sweat and unknowingly showing off his chiselled torso- diluc’s head would turn your direction at the loud sound of your nose dripping blood onto the floor. more like a nightmare than a dream !!! luckily for you it’s just a daydream and diluc only pays attention towards you after you address him shyly to let him know water and a clean towel await him on the bench where his coat lays. his grunt of acknowledgment has you blushing and running away cause of all your fantasies. you’ll never know that the attendants of the manor never bother him when he’s having his morning training and that you’ve caught his interest <3

ִֶָ ࣪𖥻ꕤ۫ laven’s intro —

you'll be a good boy for me, wont you?

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prince thoma in his royal garments, neck adorned with priceless silver and ebony dark crown embedded with emeralds atop his dirty blonde hair. he looks everything like a prince, shocking reader who wandered the markets in summer afternoons with the man, sharing delicate dango and shy kisses under the premise that he was lost. reader watches as thoma parades into inazuma city, surrounded by soldiers and the evening glow of the festive lanterns only illuminate his beauty, painting him as an ethereal noble out of your world. the procession is grand and nothing like your memories with thoma, who laughed freely with you as the two of you were covered in flour. your thoma whose face and gaze that was always soft in expression, unlike the imposingly stony faced man dressed in crimson fabric fashioned into mondstat style. is this the same thoma who stole your heart with his sincerity as he wore a yukata you sewed out of his ruined clothing and sash you had prepared out of admiration? the sash that tied you to your lover, the one you would stay together for life with? your heart still beats for him but as thoma’s palanquin approaches the shogun’s tenshukakyu, it feels as if you are worlds apart.

“eyes like liquor, body like gold - your handprints on my soul.”

zzzz if i don’t sleep i write. and by write i mean i simp endlessly and daydream about pretty girls.