All My Favs. Im Drooling

all my favs…. i’m drooling <3

❀ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐬 ❀

characters: beidou, kaeya, lisa, tartaglia, thoma | wc: 2.3k

in which beidou loves your scent (especially when it's on your panties), kaeya cums all over you in your sleep, lisa has a wild ride on your pillow, tartaglia can't keep his hands to himself in public, and thoma takes your panties as payment for his housekeeping duties ♡

cw: pervy behavior (obviously), implied established relationships, consent is not explicit but it's implied that reader is okay with what the character is doing (if not a bit exasperated by their perverted lover). additional content warnings in front of each section.

contains 18+ content. minors dni.

❀ 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 ❀

cw: afab!reader, panty sniffing, beidou jacks off, implied oral sex

something about the way your panties smell never fails to get her off

in fact, sometimes, she'll make you cum in your underwear just to make them nice and dirty for her

don't get her wrong— she loves how your pussy smells in general

she'll spend hours between your legs with her tongue buried deep inside of you and her nose bumping your clit

but there's something deliciously dirty about how she feels when she's fingering herself with your soiled panties pressed up against her nose

"oh, fuck, yeah," beidou groans, taking a deep inhale of your panties. she'd made you cum so hard you squirted, yesterday, and she'd used these very panties to wipe up the mess. you'd given her a knowing look when she said she'd wash them, but she just grinned back at you, shameless.

"smells so good," she mumbles, her hand sneaking between her legs as she presses her nose more deeply against the fabric. "so fuckin' perfect."

her fingers speed up, and she moans helplessly as your scent invades her nostrils. she could get high on this, she thinks, and her eyes roll back in her head as she hits that spongy spot deep inside of her.

she's so close— so close— that she can practically taste it. her mouth opens on instinct, and the second the tangy taste of your old cum hits her tongue, she cums hard— harder than she ever has before.

a sated, sleazy smile crosses her face as she lazily cleans herself up, already fantasizing about eating you out the next time she sees you. as much as she loves jerking off to your dirty panties, there's nothing quite like drinking your slick straight from the source.

❀ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 ❀

cw: consensual somnophilia, implied overstim, dry humping, cumplay

in his defense, you're so fucking pretty when you sleep

you just look so innocent— how do you expect him to not mess you up?

he really likes to cuddle up behind you whilst you're sleeping, and since he sleeps in the nude, he's no stranger to late night... frolics

you can't blame him for rutting against you when you smell so good, when your skin is so soft, when the curve of your ass is so inviting

he likes nudging your legs apart and humping over your clothed sex— it makes him feel even more filthy, even more depraved

he's never satisfied with painting your skin with just one load— no, he'll hump and grind and fuck against your cute body until you wake up, no matter how overstimulated it makes him

half the fun is seeing you moan for him sleepily, subconscious mind luxuriating in the feeling of his cum cooling on your skin, before snapping out of it and realizing that he's making you a mess. again.

"what a sweet little thing," he coos, and quietly relishes in the way your body goes slack under him, accepting his praise even in slumber. you're absolutely perfect— sometimes, he swears your body was made for him to rut and hump and fuck.

sure enough, when he rolls you over on your back and pulls down your soft pajama bottoms, there's already a wet spot forming on the center of your underwear. "stars, you're so perfect for me."

he wastes no time in setting his cock free from the confines of his own sleep pants— it bobs in the air, already leaking a bit of precum from the tip— and he lets it smack against your inner thigh lewdly.

"gonna cum all over this pretty body," he murmurs, fondling your chest with something akin to adoration in his eyes. "gonna mark you up, make sure everyone knows you're mine."

he slides his cock over your clothed sex, unable to stop himself from gasping at the new pressure. you feel... so good. you always feel so good, and he chuckles, a little raw from the heady pleasure, even as he begins to hump against you in earnest.

his balls bump against you with every dirty grind, and he can't hold back his moans as he pauses, trapping his balls between your body and his, and jerks his hips in little circles, massaging them with his own weight. it's dirty and depraved, but it feels so fucking good that he couldn't stop if he tried.

"fuck— oh, fuck— my balls, you're squeezing my balls, gonna fucking milk me, oh fuck—! he cums, spurting wildly over your skin. in the throes of pleasure, he doesn't notice you wake up— his entire world is just the delicious pressure of your skin against his, the hot spurts of his cum as it leaks down the side of his cock and pools on your panties.

"...really, kaeya? again?"

he meets your eyes shamelessly and smirks, dipping down to lick some of his cum off your body in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss.

"don't pretend that you don't like it, sweetheart. you know i'll just make you cum until you say you do."

❀ 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀 ❀

cw: pillowhumping, exhibitionism if u squint

lisa can't ever get enough of her little cutie— she's practically addicted to your scent, your voice, your touch

hell, your very presence is enough to have her worked up— once, you let her hug you, and the way your face felt pressed against her ample cleavage made her head spin

she swears— swears— that you're doing it on purpose, and lisa might not be eula, but she does have plans for revenge

every day, when you're out with the other knights for lunch, she sneaks into your quarters and into your bed

and archons, being in your bed is nearly an orgasmic experience in itself— she's not proud to admit she squealed like a schoolgirl when she lied down for the first time

she's not just hear for your bed, though. no, her pretty, clever fingers quickly pull her panties to the side, and she stuffs your pillow between her legs, letting her juices soak into your pillowcase

most days, she'll cum just like that, humping your pillow over and over until she melts into a horny little puddle of pleasure and overwhelming sensation

some days, though... some days, you'll return early to catch her rutting against your bedding like some wild animal, and instead of feeling shame like any normal person would, she just rolls off your pillow, spreads her legs, and beckons you closer

what else can you do but go to her, helplessly aroused?

after all, lisa might be addicted to you, but you're her little cutie— the obsession is absolutely mutual

it's one of those days at work where lisa can hardly wait to get off. time passes slow like honey, but eventually, she hears your voice filter through the thick oak doors as you finally, finally leave for lunch.

it's a matter of minutes before she's in your room, pillow stuffed between you legs, humping the soft fabric like her life depends on it.

"ohhh, cutie..." if she closes her eyes, she can almost imagine that it's your thigh between her legs, and the sheer mental imagery is enough to make her moan again. it's already hot enough to imagine her cum staining your pillowcase— imagining your skin slick with her juices is nearly overwhelming to her perverted little brain.

she groans, leaning back on her hands, and grinds harder against your pillow. the fabric catches against her clit, and she chases the feeling, sobbing into the air as her hips jerk once, twice, and she squirts into your pillow, unable to resist the pleasure that simmers under her skin.

she unmounts from the pillow in a horny little daze and lifts it to her face to lick at her own spend, and she makes herself comfortable in your bed, just like that. her legs spread wide, and her fingers travel downward to tease at her pretty pussy. she knows she looks like a wet dream come to life— she's a sinful tableau of lust and debauchery with her pussy still dripping with the evidence of her last orgasm, and she's perfectly content to wait like that, quivering cunt out on display for when you finally come back home.

❀ 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀 ❀

cw: public groping / implied exhibitionism, cumming untouched, tartaglia degrades himself (sorta), nipple play, tartaglia jacks off to the thought of you

tartaglia's hands always end up going places they shouldn't when you're out on dates, whether that be sliding up your inner thigh, touching your chest casually, or even resting right between your legs

at first, you think it's unintentional (if an intense, possessive chest-groping session can be considered unintentional)

but when you're riding a crowded train together and he pulls you against his body, you feel just how hard he is against the small of your back

one of his hands slides in between your legs like it belongs there ("for stability, baby, what if i fall over on the train?") while his other arm stays firmly wrapped around your waist

he doesn't get off on you in public, though— he's got his limits

no, he'll just stroke his cock raw the next time he's alone, remembering your cute, startled face and your soft, willing body

he only ever touches himself in places that he's recently touched you in public— if he goes a week without sneaking a hand down your pants and rubbing his palms against your clothed sex, well... he'll be cumming untouched until he can feel you up in public again

every glancing touch gives him new material for his spank bank, and it's not uncommon for him to cum to the memory of how you react to his "accidental" fondling between your legs

"mmm, yeah..." tartaglia lets out a breathy moan, pinching and rubbing over his own nipples. in his mind's eye, he sees your cute, surprised face— the one where your pretty lips part so perfectly, the one where he can see arousal and thoughts of bad-dirty-wrong warring in your mind.

"archons, i wanna ruin you," he pleads to the air, hips jerking as he mericilessly teases his own chest. this week, he'd only managed to grope your chest, so that's how he'd be getting off— nipple stimulation, or nothing.

"o— ohhh..." he plucks at his sensitive nubs, pinching sharply before soothing them with a few gentle, rhythmic circles. "feels good, baby..."

his praises reach nothing but thin air, but he feels the familiar sparks of arousal shooting downwards and gathering, hot and heavy, in his pulsing balls as he continues to toy with his own chest. it's subtle but absolutely delicious, and he watches with wide eyes as his cock spurts a bit of precum, jerking and twitching with no direct stimulation.

"fuck, baby, it's like i'm playing with your tits... i bet it feels even better to you, huh?" tartaglia has long since given up on feeling shame, and he moans into the empty room even as he imagines your response. "you're so easy you can cum just like this, yeah? yeah?"

his hips snap up like he's fucking something tight and warm and wet, and he groans helplessly as the steady pressure against his chest intensifies. "oh, baby... baby, i'm so fucking easy, so fucking dirty, gonna get off just like this— yes, yes, yes, yes, yes—!"

the band of pleasure in his core snaps, and he throws his head back as he freezes at the apex of his thrust and cums completely untouched, painting his abdomen with his thick, sticky seed. it feels like his orgasm lasts forever, like he's milking the cum from his balls using just his nipples, and the sheer debauchery of it all is enough to have his cock spurting out another gush of cum.

he can't help but keep stimulating his swollen nipples even as his body twitches and jerks uncontrollably from the overstimulation. if only you were there... a soft, willing toy for him to grope and fondle as he pleased... drools drips from the side of his mouth as he moans, loud and unabashed, and sick pleasure begins to pool in the pit of his stomach once again.

❀ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀 ❀

cw: thoma steals ur panties, thoma jacks himself off with said panties

don't be fooled by his kind and gentle demeanor— thoma's a filthy pervert, through and through

he can't control himself around you— sometimes, when he takes you on dates, he has to politely excuse himself to jerk off in the bathroom

he can't stop himself, though— how could he, when he knows how soft your skin is, how good your body feels against his?

he'll purposefully drop things in front of you just so he can sneak a peek down your shirt or up your skirt

and fuck, even those quick glances get him so hard so fast

he insists on cleaning your room or doing your laundry so he can steal and cum on pairs of your dirty panties without you noticing

you're used to the sheepish grins he gives you when he readjusts himself in his pants, and sometimes, if he's really lucky, you'll even help him out a little bit

thoma barely manages to get back to his room before he's frantically unbuttoning his pants and fisting his cock.

"fuck... fuck—" he sinks to his knees, curling over himself, already overtaken by pleasure. his self control dwindles to zero as he strokes himself, and he whines pitifully as he twists his hand around his sensitive tip. "yeah, that's it, fuck—"

shit, he hadn't felt so much like a hormonal, out-of-control teen since... well, since he was a hormonal, out-of-control teen.

"fuck, baby..." in his mind's eye, he sees the way your panties cling tight to your pretty pussy, and from there, it's just a matter of memory to remember how your pussy look when it's wet and puffy and covered in his cum. "oh, archons, baby—"

suddenly, he remembers the secret that he's stashed away in his pocket. his clever fingers pull out a pair of your dirty panties, pilfered from one of his "cleaning sessions" in your room, and he groans in anticipation as he teases the delicate fabric over his tip. the visual of his precum making your pretty panties go slightly translucent is simply too much for him to bear, and he cums with a cry, arching his back and snapping his hips up as if he's actually fucking you.

he makes a lewd image with his head thrown back and his tongue lolling out of his drooling mouth, but he relishes in his own depravity, moaning shamelessly as his cock kicks and jerks over and over again, milking his heavy balls for every drop of cum they have. when he regains some lucidity, he glances down at the panties that he's thoroughly soaked in his cum, and the way the white, sticky ropes contrast against your panties almost makes him cum again.

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tw piss kink i’m so sorry but deku looks like he can’t keep himself from fucking you—battering that cute pussy of yours—until you squirt or pee all over him. he’s heinous. truly an evil being.

omg now i’m thinking of that art of zhongli as a vampire

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i bet he’d talk about something so boring as he has you on his lap and drinks your blood <33 -degen anon <33

vampire zhongli and i would get along so well.

his quirks are all explained by his lengthy lifetime, eloquent speech and customary differences that confuse your cute little brain. zhongli rants on about the properties of his fangs and your blood as you stupidly cuddle into his chest while on his lap, not knowing that he’s telling you very important things! his pointed sharp canines can make you lightheaded n drunk, drugged by his hormones, making you a perfect blood source that would hump zhongli in lust as he grazes on your neck <3 all you know is that when with zhongli, everything feels so good, not knowing you’re addicted to being bitten by the centuries old vampire.

okay bro but... older/DILF xiao?? i feel neutral about him but. if he were buff. his shirt would show his build off so well,, deeper voice. longer hair.. all that combat ability. and his pretty eyes. good lordy. and if he were simping for u too??????? ?? i luv this he. the potential heartstopper he

oh boy do i have the art for you anon. https://twitter.com/thiccwithaq/status/1464490017682829315?s=21 MWAH. if they made xiao any taller and buffer,,, he would’ve destroyed the game by the amount of pussy he gets <3

pretty boys covered in blood _(:3 」∠)_ is it yours? theirs? the enemies? either way, the way the iron splattered across their faces and blossoming in rivulets on their blades is just divine, i’d believe in faith if they were my religion — on my knees, cleaning the crimson fluids like it’s my last meal or the best feast to ever exist.

How about childe gets angry and then reader threatens to commit suicide. (hahahahah you totally get my thoughts laven be extreme all you want).

-Angst anon

0.7k word response to this and previous ask of angst anon <3

prompt: imagine childe having a sensitive darling and the darling is like has a past and when they met childe everything changed. One day childe received a mission from tsaritsa and this mission requires childe to get close to someone for him to get the info so he decided to charm the daughter of his target and yeah that's where he cheated. And the reader saw it, the reader decided to confront childe at the scene but at that same time childe almost got his info.

content warning: mentions of suicide, death, violence, cheating, toxic relationship dynamics, yandere (both parties)

my blog contains dark/nsfw content. minors DO NOT interact.

You could withstand the cruelest blows onto your body, whether it be unwanted love or the neglect that comes with the mood swings of your captor. What you couldn’t stand was another woman. You knew from the start that this wasn’t love but for Childe to get up and return home with notes of sweet perfumes on his collar, embracing you with faux words while charming another, it makes your head spin.

You may not have drank any alcohol in ages, but you sure could get drunk on this jealousy. Being trained by the Tsarita made your escape from Childe’s confines easy, you had just chosen to be broken by him yet he wanted a new toy? No fucking way.

You decided to hell with the obedient demeanor, breaking out from the mansion into the late chills of evening, dressed to kill. Knives concealed under your garments, you entered the venue of Childe’s night, adorned with chandeliers and individuals dripping in luxury. Flashing a smile at the Fatui guards and brushing past with the full confidence of the rightful lover, you blended into the crowds of politicians, nobles and elite.

No stranger to the scene, your eyes scanned the room while holding a flute of champagne before landing on the double-crosser and his scarlet letter of a mistress. Controlling the urge to smash the dainty glass in your hand took the steeling of your nerves as you crossed the dancefloor, anger boiling hot under your skin with each step towards the pair, acting like ditzy love-birds, in front of you.

“I hope I’m not interrupting. You seem to be having a wonderful time with your paramour.” You punctuate your sentence by splashing the drink down Childe’s front, soaking the man in the liquor with a cold face. All the watchful eyes of the hall stare as the drama unfolds, though you simply couldn’t care less. If they wanted a show, you would give them one, starring Childe as the unfaithful bastard.

“What the fuck are you doing here, y/n?” Childe hisses with a furious look, though it just makes you sarcastically laugh at his anger, viewing him as nothing as a wet dog that got caught with its paws dipped in mud. “And what are you doing with this lovely miss?”

With your lips curved upwards and an indignant tone to Childe’s misfortune, his patience snaps from your aggravation, though he sends a placid smile to the woman before dragging you off to the exit. “That was my fucking target and I was just about to be complete before you rudely interrupted me! Why the hell are you here and not at home?”

As if unable to hear Childe’s heated words, you smile undisturbed at his rage and draw a knife from under your sleeve. “So, you’re mad I caught you red handed with that girl? She’s so important to your mission?” You twirl the blade before placing it dangerously close to your throat, directly against the essential veins.

“If she’s that special to you, I guess I’ll just die, how about that, Childe? Did you not fucking think of me when you were seducing and screwing her? Did you think I’d wait patiently for you while you two-time? On Tsarita, you really are a fool. Do you think you can live without the consequences of deceiving me? I will paint your hands red with my blood and watch you from beyond the grave.” As if to prove your point, you graze the sharp edge against your skin, letting blood pour with a composed face though your voice trembles in pitches of seething fury.

Childe may have held you in his arms or watched you attentively to the delusion that he loved you, you knew better. The man had never let you near weapons and never even seen you bleed, so his agape expression of panic further fanned the flames of your temper. “Better yet, why don’t we die together, Childe? We’ll see each other in hell.”

Can you tell that I’m crazy and that I love Amy Dunne <3 I left it an open-ending (but reader might have a sneaky gun in their hand hehe....) so either Childe manages to calm them down???? But his mission is fucked anyways and so is their broken love <3