Hello! Can I Request An Overstimulation One With Zhongli,Kaeya,Venti And A Bottom Reader? Gender Neutral

Hello! Can I request an Overstimulation one with Zhongli,Kaeya,Venti and a bottom reader? Gender neutral or female! If you do this,thank you!

— ☆ Overstimulation headcanons

Includes: Kaeya and Venti. 

[ Sub ] Gender-neutral reader

Contains: Overstimulation, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, humiliation, temperature play, orgasm denial/delay + degradation.

— ☆ Overstimulation headcanons - Xiao, Childe, and Scaramouche 🐏 [ GN ]  

— ☆ Overstimulation headcanons - Ningguang and Zhongli 🐑 [ GN ]  

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I’ve already written overstimulation hcs for Zhongli that I have linked above. But I wouldn't mind writing extra parts. However, I'd like to stick to two characters but feel free to request doubles. Also, thank you for all your lovely prompts/asks. I'd like to post daily so I have them saved for in-between days when I'm writing longer fics.

— ☆ Kaeya

While Kaeya likes pulling you to a barely concealed corner and fucking your brains out, he loves taking his sweet time to see just how many times he can get you to orgasm.

At this point, he knows your body better than you but he loves seeing what other places make you squirm. Using his cryo vision to the fullest as he moves his frozen fingertips over your skin.

He's barely touching your back but you're already arching away from him has him chuckling. Seeing your cute face look over your shoulder with teary eyes as you beg him to stop. You're so sensitive and he hasn't properly touched you once since you both started.

That comment irritates him a bit that he makes his fingers even colder before shoving them between your thighs and abusing your sensitive spots. Even as your wailing and cumming on his fingers, he doesn't stop.

You can't help the strangled whine that escapes from your throat as you sink further into the mattress as you orgasm again. You're desperately clawing at his wrist, trying to get Kaeya to stop, but your strength has left your body. Kaeya seems unbothered from your cries but the cruel gaze he has on says otherwise.

“Ah--ah, nno… Kae- s-stop…too much!!" you gasp as you cum once again on his fingers. Your body keeps heating up but the cold press of his fingers inside you has your body spasming. His fingers are knuckles deep now and mercilessly jerking in and out. You swear you can feel your mind melting with each thrust.

"Come on now, you were so desperate for it. Go on then, cum," Kaeya commands as he watches your hole simultaneously try and force his fingers out and suck them in at the same time. Maybe he is a bad guy, palming his cock to your crying and slutty face.

"I can't-" another sob breaks free as you attempt to push him away. It was too much. You've lost count of how many times he's made you cum just on his fingers alone but you think you might pass out if he makes you cum again. Kaeya tilts his head with an amused smirk as he finally removes his fingers much to your relief. He softly coos at you as he lifts you up and cradles you in his arms as you cry into his shoulder. Your little hiccups and whines of comfort are so cute to him. He wants to hear more.

"You were begging me to let you cum. Now you're going to be begging me to stop," he whispers in your ear before gripping your wrists in one hand and pinning them above your head as he pushes you back on your back.

"Now be good and scream for me."

— ☆ Venti

Venti loves pushing people's limits. He gets joy of seeing people's flustered or embarrassed faces and you're no different. In fact, you're his favourite and he loves reminding you every day.

He's an insatiable spirit. He knows that being an archon allows him more stamina compared to humans and he uses that ability to the fullest. Even when you've passed out he keeps going, even invading your dreams if he's feeling cheeky.

Whenever he's feeling writer's block for one of his songs, he'll stop by to visit you. Even if you're busy working he'll simply wave your concerns off and tell you to continue whatever you were doing.

You're suspicious of him but continue on even when he's kneeling down and prying your legs apart. Fiddling with the hem of your pants and ignoring your protests as he nestles himself between your thighs.

"Venti!" you squeal, knees buckling as he digs his tongue in you. Your hands dropping what you were holding as your grip onto his hair as he presses his face further. Luckily, being the anemo archon, he manages to catch you with his winds and seat you properly. In any other situation, you might have scolded him for using his archon powers for something like this but with his skillful tongue you end up choking on your words.

"Oh! You're done already? How dirty," Venti laughs as you orgasm on his mouth. Licking his lips and swiping at the leftover cum that's dribbling down his cheek. He can feel your flustered gaze at his actions as he merely grins up at you before diving back in.

“V-Venti-” You can’t even get his whole name out past your lips before your words break down into a wanton moan. You instantly tighten up, almost afraid you might break his tongue, as your toes curl and you suffocate him with your thighs. This only seems to make Venti more riled up as he grips your thighs and works his tongue harder. Somedays Venti wants to give up his archon duties and live between your thighs and hum his songs into you.

“I-it’s too much! Nnoh-- no-- no more,” you shake your head, tears filling your eyes before falling as you blink. One violent suck has your back arching as you try and cover your mouth from the high-pitched scream that spills from your lips. You collapse forward as you try to catch your breath as waves of ecstasy wash over you. You're past the point of trying to look dignified. You hear a bit of shuffling as the warmth of Venti leaves your thighs as he pulls you into a kiss so you can taste yourself. He thinks you look so pretty like that, eyes glossy as you try to catch your breath, just from his tongue. He wants to see more, see how far he can push you this time.

“Sing for me my muse.”

some of my fave little luffy’s from ep. 1096

anon asked:

This is a pretty niche thing to request I feel like;; but would you consider doing an albedo//reader writing where albedo watches the reader get a vision? Something something watching power burst into like type of thing, thank you

bro imma be real with you, i’m not super familiar with the way visions are handed out but i think they literally just appear in front of you or something, so that’s how this goes lmao-

also tumblr ate my previous draft so that’s fun. luckily i hadn’t actually written anything—

【ａｌｂｅｄｏ】

he witnesses his s/o receive a vision

warnings ; battle, injuries, burns

- Albedo himself is in possession of a vision, yet when it appeared before him, he barely gave it another thought.

- He wasn’t sure why the thought suddenly popped into his mind in the middle of combat. Here he was, slashing away at a Ruin Guard that had activated.

- Normally it wouldn’t be such a bad situation, as he is capable of combat, but you were there as well. His lab assistant and partner. You only had your weapon to defend yourself against the Ruin Guard, but physical damage on the Abyssal sentries was nearly futile.

- This damned Ruin Guard was tough. Albedo has already been injured by it. His rib cage bruised and his legs all battered and bleeding. You, luckily, hadn’t had as much damage taken.

- Albedo was trying his best to keep an eye on you so he could protect you as well as fending off the Ruin Guard. Perhaps he could create one of his elevators under your feet, but that could end up endangering you further by making you immobile.

- Albedo was too caught up in his own mind that he wasn’t paying proper attention to notice that the Ruin Guard was targeting him with its 6 shot missiles. It had already turned around, rearing it’s turrets to fire.

- His stomach sinks when he sees you come rushing in like a bull, right towards him.

- The missiles were launched. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. You leapt out, aiming to push Albedo out of the way at your own expense. Explosions rung out from the missiles hitting the ruins around you, narrowly missing you by a hair.

- The two of you fall to the ground in one piece, but you weren’t unscathed. A burn travelled up your leg as a result of the explosion.

- Albedo’s breath hitched in his chest when he saw the Ruin Guard targetting again, but this time, it was targeting you.

- You brace yourself either in an attempt to dodge the missiles and keep them away from Albedo. He was already injured enough.

- You leap out of the way before any of the missiles could hit you, all exploding on contact with the ground. In a quick dash, you take out your weapon, climb the Ruin Guard which was still readjusting after its firing, and slam your weapon down into the weak spot, immobilizing it.

- You look over at Albedo who is watching you with wide eyes. He looks on with bated breath.

- Your final strike to its weak spot had been enough. It was temporarily inactivated.

- Albedo suddenly notices a small glowing light suddenly appearing in front of your face.

- “Is that-,” He wandees aloud. This looks quite similar to the time he received his Vision.

- The light slowly floats down into the palm of your hand, revealing what was encased behind the glowing.

- A Vision.

- With it still in your non-dominant hand hand, you slam your weapon down onto the top of the inactive Ruin Guard.

- In a burst of bright energy, the Ruin Guard is finally defeated.

- Watching you receive and use your vision for the first time was an awe-inspiring sight. Albedo was glued in place, still processing the beauty of your new found power. Such a magnificent finish.

- The Ruin Guard falls over and dissipates in a cloud of blue particles.

- Alchemy can create beautiful and amazing things, but Albedo was sure that nothing would ever be able to live up to the grandeur of how you received your Vision.

- Perhaps he and you could further study the mysteries of Visions now that you too had one.

~

“Well... Definitely wasn’t expecting that.” You say, holding out your hand to Albedo to help him up. He takes it and awkwardly stumbles forward into you from the momentum.

“That... was amazing.” Albedo says, letting you loop his arm around your shoulder to support him while walking. “Your new Vision... I want to see that again.” He stares into your eyes with such amazement. It’s not often you get to see Albedo so genuinely awe stricken.

“We’re both a little banged up,” You say. “We should rest, and then tomorrow how about you help me integrate my Vision into my moves?”

“I will.”

After such a gruelling battle, you walked out stronger, and Albedo was there to witness it. What an honour to watch such an important moment. Albedo felt truly blessed to be with you.

jjk men when they hit the spot

↠ characters: Gojou Satoru, Getou Suguru, Toji Fushiguro

↠ Warning: heavy smut! minors dni! slight degradation with Gojo, overstimulation, dubcon, corruption, size kink

↠ a/n: this is my first attempt in headcanons since I’m used to writing fics often. Thinking of part two? Maybe. Enjoy!

• The meanest and absolute worse

• by meanest, i meant like the soft kind of mean. He’s all mouthy with you, spilling out the dirtiest desires next to you while you’re endlessly crying and shaking

• he’s the worse because once he’s gotten something interesting, best believe he’s going to be entertaining that something until he himself is satisfied

• his mouth and hips are the cruelest combination enough to have you out of your right mind

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naruto is the kind of guy who begs to eat you out. like, he has *never* played it cool and you’ve always known he was into you. but one night he’s hanging out at your place and you look so cozy and domestic and soft and squishy and he just—“c’mon please let me make you feel good! you just look so cute!! i’ll be so good at it, i swear!!!” and when you say yes it’s the first time you see naruto actually focus on something that’s not training or ramen (turns out your pussy is the third and final interest naruto has in life) and he absolutely demolishes you—leaves you without your pants or your soul—on the couch.

18+ MDNI // cw: oral (f!receiving), unestablished relationship.

this is so cute, especially for like a situationship kind of thingy.

like, maybe there is an obvious spark dancing between you even if you aren’t exactly official yet. maybe you hang out a lot, but don’t call it dating just yet even if you love to do stuff together.

maybe you keep him company at the food places that are open 24/7 because he tends to get bored and hungry a lot and goes to bed super late, and maybe he sometimes spends the night at your place as a result afterwards; wrapped in your embrace and wearing nothing else but his underwear because he doesn’t have anything else to sleep in — of course.

maybe you keep making people assume that you’re a couple because of how you always make sure to sit together whenever you’re out with a group of friends, or how his arm is always draped around your shoulders, or how you’re constantly ruffling his hair and hugging him goodbye.

maybe you’ve even shared a couple of kisses and some heavy petting here and there whenever one drink too many got involved and he offered to walk you home from the bar even if he could barely stand upright himself.

that kind of thing.

so when he makes an actual move on you for the first time — completely sober and halfway through an excruciatingly shitty movie that he picked — you’re kind of surprised, but at the same time… not really?

after all, it’s pretty obvious that he likes you, it’s outright spelled on his forehead. and him being the confident guy who’s super open about his feelings, he certainly isn’t the type to deny it when he’s already dug himself a hole this deep. quite on the contrary, he tells you that he likes you right to your face.

you attract him. he finds you so cute, especially tonight, when you’re dressed in your little top that hugs you in all the right places and the comfortable shorts that sometimes ride up high enough for him to see the fat of your ass whenever you angle yourself just right.

but despite asking if he can eat you out and drowning you in compliments and eager promises, he can be quite the little shit when he wants to be, you know?

so he practically pins you down to the couch under the pretense of playfighting and initiates a doting attack of kisses that are peppered all over your face and that make your heart outright flutter with joy the moment you tell him yes. you can’t really blame him for it; he’s just very affectionate by default and has been waiting for literal ages to exhibit all that love he harbours for you.

you wiggle underneath him, trying to break free from under his weight so that you can return the favour, but his warm mouth is already making its way down your chest; leaving audible smooches that tickle and make you laugh quietly.

and even though he’s sunshine incarnate and all things good, he’s surprisingly strong when he wants to be. you squirm and instinctively try to push him away with the help of your legs, but it’s no use.

all it does is pull him closer. your legs are wrapped around his waist; he’s made himself so comfortable between them. his half hard cock is snug against your clothed pussy. the occasional friction you both experience makes you both breathe a little harder than you normally would and makes blood rush south.

he is very boyfriend material even if he isn’t your boyfriend, so the entire thing is literally just a series of loud kissy noises mixing with your squeals of his name. it’s fun and playful and sweet, just like he is.

and then before you know it, things escalate fast. he’s manhandling you into position, making you hug his head with your thighs as he licks you right over the cotton of your underwear, with your comfy shorts tossed somewhere on the floor and your cute top pushed so far up to the collar that both of your tits are out.

he’s messy and ardent to please. if the panties that you’re wearing are plain white, his drool will make them so damp that they’re practically see-through. he’ll make them stick to your pussy so that he can see the literal outline of it; tracing your sticky slit over and over again with the tip of his tongue and finger, shaping you out.

and then when those panties finally come off, sliding down your slightly trembling legs and ending up dangling from one ankle, he really goes to town.

he’s all sloppy kisses aimed at your cunt and tongue fucking and drool, drool, drool. he’s bright red cheeks and lustful blue eyes that remind you of a sea gone murky after a stormy night. he’s mussed hair in the colour of wheat that you just can’t stop weaving your fingers through, and an adorably smushed nose that keeps on pressing against your clit as he keeps on shoving his tongue in and out of your tight hole, tasting you so much and so deeply that your slick is practically dribbling down his chin.

he’s a calloused thumb being swiped over your nipple and a broad hand wrapped in bandages as it tigtens its grip around your thigh. he’s broad shoulders, a fast-beating heart and sweaty tan skin. he’s overstimulation and loud slurps and moans and raspy whimpers as he keeps moving his hips and practically humps the couch because of how fucking horny you make him.

and finally, he’s also ready to cum in his pants the moment he feels you clench around the two fingers he’s shoved into you at some point.

especially because the name that you end up moaning out is his.

𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤!

summary: the monster trio's reaction to hearing you say their name in your sleep pairing(s): luffy x gn!reader, zoro x gn!reader, sanji x gn!reader cw: none!

luffy

it was rare, but it happened. luffy had gone off to roughhouse with usopp and chopper on the deck, leaving you with his precious hat. the responsibility was heavy on your shoulders and you barely had time to ask if he was sure before he ran in the opposite direction, laughing and looking back at you with a grin. "i know you'll take good care of it!"

that was about an hour ago, and you had done your damn best to make sure that the sacred straw hat was secure and in prime condition.

at some point though, the gentle rocking of the thousand sunny along with the overcast weather had you nodding off. you fought to stay awake, but ultimately found yourself dozing off against the railing.

with the straw hat nestled in your arms, your head rolled to the side, you slept.

luffy ended up returning to your spot a few minutes later, eagerly yelling your name until his mouth slammed shut at the sight of you sleeping so peacefully with his straw hat. he seems a little confused at first, head tilting as he looked down at you. "hm? you're tired?"

a toothy grin forms on his face as he steps closer, squatting down so he was eye level with you. the sight of his hat in your protective embrace makes him feel especially warm and he knows he made the right choice in entrusting it to you. his hand reaches for the hat, but as soon as his fingers brush against it, your hold tightens. your brows furrow and you grumble something before your face softens once more.

"no..." you mumble, bringing the hat closer to your heart. "s'for luffy... gotta...take care of it."

when he hears your 'no', he wants to pout, because it's his hat! however, when he catches the rest of your muttered words, his expression shifts into one of utter joy. a gleeful chuckle rings through the air and he can't help himself from waking you.

his arms wrap around your sleeping form and bring you in for a bone crunching hug, a yelp of surprise leaving you as you're rudely awakened. "what? what happened?" you ask, still disoriented and confused.

"nothing!" luffy responds, taking the hat from your hands and slamming it onto your head with a child-like excitement. "let's go eat!"

zoro

you had a long day, worse than usual. stressed out and in need of some time to yourself, you made your way up to the crow's nest where you plopped down onto one of the workout benches. your ever racing mind, plagued with what ifs and unnecessary worry, eventually settles down enough for you to fall asleep as you turn onto your side and doze off.

a while later, zoro heads up there to do some training.

when he noticed you sleeping, zoro simply shrugged and headed towards some dummies so he could practice his three sword style. clearly you were just napping, and he wasn't going to interrupt or tell you to get out.

he gets a few hits in, deliberately making his stabs and swings a tad quieter in a bid to respect your sleeping arrangement, when he suddenly hears his name being called. thinking that he had been too loud, he sheathes his swords and lets out a disgruntled sigh. he could only be so quiet as he trained, and he assumed that you were gonna chew him out for waking you.

however, when he turns, he sees that your eyes are still shut. not only that, but your brows are furrowed and your once neutral expression is twisted into one of slight fear. he takes a few tentative steps toward you, unsure of how to handle whatever it is that's happening.

your breaths quicken. "stop it..." you whine, your body tensing slightly as you curl further in on yourself. "zoro... help..."

his brows shoot up in surprise when his name tumbles past your lips, heat creeping up his neck and to the tips of his ears. he feels awkward and out of place, though he can't deny the fact that he's flattered and a bit satisfied that, even in your sleep, you count on him to protect you.

he clears his throat, gaze sweeping across the crow's nest to make sure it was empty before hesitantly reaching a hand out. "oi, i'm here." he begrudgingly and affectionately grumbles, pink dusting his cheeks as his hand settled atop your head. "quit whinin'."

your response is almost immediate, your breaths evening out and your expression softening. he scowls and looks away, not believing that this was happening. yet, as he gets back to training, he makes sure to keep an ear out for you, occasionally talking to your sleeping self just so you could hear his voice. 

sanji

you didn't mean to fall asleep in the dining room.

something had you feeling restless, so you took it upon yourself to make a cup of tea before sitting at the dining room table to enjoy it. you didn't expect the tea to be so effective, yet here you were, arms crossed on the table and your cheek squished against the wood.

before the sun had a chance to peek over the horizon, sanji was up and preparing to head to the kitchen. with some extra plates and utensils in his hands that he brought from storage, he made his way down to the dining area.

when he notices you slumped over the table, his expression morphs into one of surprise and then to worry. he's quick to set down the silverware and make his way towards you, about to ask you what was wrong when he noticed your even breaths and peaceful expression.

ah, you were just sleeping. his eyes shine with amusement and admiration, his fingers twitching as he fights the urge to reach out and touch you. instead, he focuses his attention on your mug, his hand curling around the handle before bringing it up to his nose to take a quick inhale. the scent of chamomile and passionflower have him letting out a soft exhale of approval.

"you're gonna have to give me the recipe for this one, mon chérie." he smiles, taking a step back to head to the kitchen.

then, he hears it. a tired huff, as if you were debating with someone in your dream. "no... it's sanji... s'the best chef" you sleepily argue. "s'the best food... ever."

oh, he just melts. his head feels so light from your praise. he practically floats back to you, hearts in his eyes as he fights to keep his tone quiet. "mon chérie, do you really like my food so much that you dream about it?"

he continues to swoon over your sleeping self, his spirit light, when the sound of your grumbling stomach echoes throughout the dining hall. the blond is torn between waking you and preparing you something to eat.

he bends down slightly until he's at your level, before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. his free hand plucks the cigarette from his lips and he gently brings his mouth to your ear, lightly saying your name. "what's your favorite breakfast?"

a happy, genuine smile forms on his face when you actually mumble out an answer. when you wake up and your favorite breakfast is served on a plate in front of you, it's like a dream come true.