Omz Did Not Expect My First Post On Here To Do Somewhat Well, Thank Yall Sm!!

🐇 omz did not expect my first post on here to do somewhat well, thank yall sm!!

anyway here’s a longer fic ab “studying” w ur roomie albedo thats based on this fanart which literally sent me into shock the first time i saw it <3

🩰 cw: face sitting/cunnilingus (albedo living up to my url lmao) orgasm denial, creampie, overstim (f receiving), choking, spanking, hair pulling, squirting

⁎⁺˳✧༚ nsfw below the cut ! ⁎⁺˳✧༚

you sighed dramatically as you rest your head on albedo’s lap. you looked up at him with a pout as you tugged on his drawstrings, begging him to get the hint.

“no,” albedo told you with a chuckle, playfully pushing your head off his thigh. “i told you before you came in here, that we’re just studying.” you jutted your bottom lip out, crossing your arms as you glared at him.

“we have all night to do that, and i’m horny now,” you whined. albedo didn’t stop you from climbing into his lap, straddling his waist as you tucked your head into his neck. he always smelled so good, like clean clothes and flowers. his skin was soft, too; really, his entire presence intoxicating.

“you’re so needy, you know that?” albedo mumbled into your hair, letting his large hands rest on your hips, rubbing small circles into the flesh with his thumbs. “can’t even let me study in peace. if i knew my roommate was such a nymphomaniac, i would’ve gotten a single.”

you pulled back suddenly. “you don’t mean that, do you?” you asked, your widened eyes scanning his face for a hint of humor.

albedo smirked, ruffling your hair. “of course not, they’re far too expensive. and, you are pretty cute when you actually listen to me.”

you smiled, burying your head into his neck again, smothering his pale skin with kisses and small bites. you felt something underneath you— he was getting hard. you continued your assault on his neck, grinding onto his hardening length. just as you began to feel relief, his hands stopped your gyrating hips.

“let’s stop there,” he said quickly, the outline of his stiff cock pressing against your sex. “don’t wanna start anything we don’t have time to finish, right?” you gave him another fake pout as you lightly bounced yourself on his lap. he watched with amusement, curious to see what you’d try next.

you pulled him to you by his shirt, crashing your lips against his. he let you kiss him; he even parted his mouth to let you slip your tongue inside, which he promptly began to suck. your hands made their way down his toned chest until they were on top of his dick. you pressed down as you pulled back from the kiss just enough to suck albedo’s bottom lip, biting the pink muscle while grinding your palm against his erection until he whined, jerking his head back as he rolled his hips up into your hand.

you smiled sadistically at the blond, your heavy lidded eyes taking in his flushed face. “based on how you reacted from just that, i don’t think it’d take very long to finish, at all.”

“fuck, baby, you never play fair, do you?” he murmured as he ran a hand through his pale golden hair. “look, i really do need to study. so do you, probably more than i do—” he grabbed your hand before you could smack his arm. “so how about this. we’ll play a little game with these flash cards. every answer you get right, i’ll take off one item of clothing. you’ll do the same for me. sound simple enough?” you considered the proposition. on one hand, there was a more than good chance he’d beat you in terms of knowledge. on the other hand, you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist seeing you naked. you gave him an eager nod.

————

you crossed your arms, hiding your bare chest from the man in front of you.

“this isn’t fair, ‘bedo,” you whined. you had forgotten how competitive you are, and after he had stripped you nearly naked in a few rounds, you were getting a little frustrated. “you started out wearing way more than me!”

albedo smiled as he continued shuffling the flash cards, looking up at you with a smug glint in his eyes.

“whose fault is it you walk around the house half naked? besides, i’ve been telling you to study all week, have i not?” he lifted a card from the stack, holding the definition for you in clear view. like every other turn, he rattled off the long, complicated explanation to the letter.

you huffed, turning away with faux indignation. “i’m done playing.”

“so, i was right, then,” albedo replied, nonchalantly, flipping the card over. “hm. well, you know the rules, strip.”

“i said i’m done playing, albedo.”

he chuckled, licking his lips as he leaned back on his palms. “are you, now? that’s too bad, i was about to give you your consolation prize.”

he had piqued your interest. “consolation prize?”

“mhm, was gonna give it to you once you lost. but, if you’re done playing—”

“wait!” you said, tugging off your black thong, discarding it on the chilled wood floor of his bedroom. you were fully naked now, and, though it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, you were a little sheepish. “i want my prize,” you murmured.

“good girl,” albedo cooed. “c’mere.” you crawled your way towards him, and he laid down on his back, tugging your thigh over his head. he gave you a lazy smile as he ran his large hands over your hips. “so pretty,” he sighed dreamily, pulling you down to his mouth.

your body jolted from pleasure as he suckled your clit, involuntary grinding down into the warm of his tongue. albedo’s grip was strong, guiding your pussy against his mouth as he traced each fold. your hands found his hair, tugging as you felt him slip his tongue inside, his languid pumps making you dizzy. with a final suck he pulled out, refocusing on your swollen clit. his tongue traced patterns on the bud, his mouth sucking the soft flesh around it.

“’bedo— hah- feels s-so good,” you mewled, rolling your hips into the delicious sensation. he hummed in response, sucking even more harshly. you moaned, your body frozen pleasure as you felt the tell tale buzzing of your nerves indicating your climax. “gonna—” you were cut off as he pulled you away, right before the wave of your orgasm crashed. “’bedo- why’d you—”

“did you honestly think i was going to let you cum after you’ve been a brat all night?” he lifted your leg back over him, laying you down against the hard floor. “pretty little tease, you always get me so worked up when i’m busy,” he breathed against your neck as he folded your thighs to your chest; you whimpered from the stretch. “i can’t ever think straight around you, ‘m not gonna be able to finish studying now.”

you felt the tip of his cock rub against your clit, sending a warm shiver up your body.

“i- i’m sorry,” you stammered, not even sure what you were apologizing for.

“it’s alright, baby,” he told you, stroking your cheek with a sinisterness in his eyes as he lined himself up with your entrance. “you’ll make it up to me.”

with one forceful thrust, he was inside, the thick head of his cock pressing against your cervix. you must’ve made some noise of discomfort— albedo’s lips were at your neck again, planting soft kisses and murmuring affirmations. you couldn’t make out what he said, your brain focused tol on the feeling of fullness you always got when he bottomed out. you could feel your walls pulse around then, your body trying to get used to his length.

“s- so big,” you moaned as he pulled out partially before slamming back into you again. “ah- ’bedo- not so hard,” you cried, throwing your arms around his neck. albedo clicked his tongue, pushing your thighs back further, throwing both of your calves on his shoulders.

“isn’t this what you wanted, baby?” albedo asked, still mercilessly rutting into you to punctuate each sentence. “so needy- fuck- practically begging for my dick, but now you’re whining like you can’t take it.” he wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing just hard enough to make you dizzy again. he shifted his angle slightly as he adjusted your leg, which had him rubbing against a spot that sent electric ecstasy through your core.

“fuck, ‘’bedo, right there—” you felt your back arch as he continued pounding into you, the pain of him hitting your cervix paling in the pleasure of his stroked hitting your g spot.

“i know, sweetheart,” albedo groaned, struggling to keep his rhythm as you clenched around him. “fuck- too fucking tight- relax for me, baby.” you could barely hear him over your moans echoing in the large room, and the wet smacking sound of your cunt taking him. “you moan so pretty, angel, fuck, might just make me finish first, if you keep saying my name like that.”

you felt your body go numb, eyes rolling back as each thrust brought you closer and closer to cumming. albedo noticed, squeezing your throat tighter, the added sensation finally brought you over the edge. you felt your walls spasm as you orgasmed, pleasure exploding in your core and spreading to every nerve in your body as you cried out his name.

you had no time to recover before albedo flipped you over, one hand pressing arch into your spine while the other hoisted you to your knees, holding you in place as he continued to ram into you.

“god, you’re so fucking cute,” albedo moaned, landing a sharp slap to your ass. he rubbed the spot tenderly after you whimpered. “can’t stay mad at you for distracting me— fuck— not when your pretty pussy’s sucking me up like this.” you buried your head in your arms, your legs trembling as he continued his brutal thrusts into your overstimulated cunt. it was too much, the feeling of his thick cock dragging against your abused g spot, the lewd words of your usually reserved roommate flustering you.

“’bedo- please- can’t take anymore,” you whined.

“pretty girl, can’t you take a little more for me? i’m- ah- so close, just a little longer baby, okay?” albedo begged breathlessly, his hand snaking up your back to your scalp, entangling your hair. he yanked you back to his chest, which had him stroking your g spot with an intensity that made you see stars. “fuck, baby, you like it when i fuck you like this? creamin all around me- ah- making such a fucking mess,” he breathed into your neck, the tickle making you clench even tighter.

you felt a warm tremor in your thighs that made your whole body shake. “mm- ‘’bedo— gonna cum again,” you warned; the intensity of the build up made you sure you were going to make a mess.

“yeah? gonna cum with me, angel?” albedo’s thrusts grew sloppier as he approached his climax. you tried to nod, but all you could focus on was the feeling of bliss slowly radiating through you. “fuck,” albedo hissed, spraying thick ropes of his cum into your throbbing cunt. “take it baby, just like that,” he moaned, fucking his seed into you.

the feeling of his cum coating your walls as he stroked your g spot made the coil in your stomach snap; you were soaking him in your release, body shaking with the overload of pleasure. albedo held you through it, gently placing you down once you came off your high.

you flipped over to face your roommate, heart still pounding in your chest. “um, i’m sorry for distracting you,” you mumbled shyly, unable to meet his amused gaze. “and for being a brat.”

albedo grabbed your chin, turning your your face towards him. “’ts okay angel,” he told you, kissing your cheek. “like i said, you’re too cute to stay mad at.”

YUN JIN: The Divine Damsel of Devastation

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. ayato x gn!reader

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. drabble ; 0.7k

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. married au ; fluff

𝐜𝐰𝐬. spoilers to ayato’s story quest

𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚. in celebration of winning 50/50 and his weapon with no fate points gained. damn… hoyoverse wants to kiss me, huh.

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Broken Loyalties (1)

Yandere! Ayato + Thoma x f!reader

-I originally posted this on ao3 but decided post it here too! mostly thomaxreader but pt 2 will be ayatoxreader <3 sorry for the odd paragraph spacing btw :,)

Thoma finds his loyalties questioned

Warnings: Yandere themes, forced marriage, no explicit sex but contains thoma’s filthy imaginations 💗 descriptions of unstable mental health (?)

You feel like you are withering away.

Every day, it feels a little harder to drag yourself out of bed. The colors around your world seem so bleak and dark and dreary. And the food presented in front of you, has it always been so… unappetizing? Truthfully, the piping hot dishes spread across the oak table is a feast. Steaming soup, fresh fish accompanied with a bowl of rice. The clammy grip you have around your chopsticks tightens.

All of a sudden, you are hit with an overwhelming sense to heave your empty stomach across the lavish meal.

“Miss? Miss?”

You don’t hear your attendant until his warm fingers are prying the trembling chopsticks from your grip. Your heart calms down from its frantic gallop. He?

Immediately, your head shoots upward. Blonde hair, soft emerald eyes, and an even softer look of concern flashing in his gaze. “Who are you?” Your eyes narrow. He isn’t the usual timid servant who trails around you like a second shadow. The second thing you register is the unfamiliarity of his uniform. It’s unlike the typical Inazuman attire adorned by the Kamisato servants, they normally wear gray and blue - a representative of the Kamisato clan’s colors. On the contrary, his clothes seem to be a mixture of traditional Inazuman embellishments paired with… The crimson red of his jacket tugs on your memory. “Where are you from?” The question escapes your mouth before you can stop yourself.

His bright eyes widened in surprise. This man is perfect picture of youthful innocence.

“M-My name is Thoma,” he explains as he snatches his hand away from yours. “I hail from Mondstadt. I must apologize for touching you without your permission, it just looked like you were about to-”

“Mondstadt?” you parrot. Before Thoma can take his hand away from yours, your fingers close around his wrist in a grip that betrays the strength of your smaller figure. Something akin to life seems to flicker alight in your dull eyes. “Are you really from Mondstadt?” you ask him again.

Thoma seems startled by your bold movements. “Y-Yes, my lady.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You finally seem to realize that your fingers are still snared around his wrist. “I did not mean to grab you, that was very unbecoming of me.”

“Please don’t apologize! It was an honor for me to meet the mistress of the Kamisato clan. I shouldn’t have touched you without permission.”

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say. The hand around Thoma’s wrist loosens as you turn around to the table again. In the blink of an eye, you’ve withdrawn back to your shell. The spark of interest in your eyes dims like a fire deprived of oxygen. “You may take your leave,” you tell him in a clipped yet polite voice. You cross your hands elegantly over your lap, not a trace of earlier friendliness could be found. “It was nice meeting you.” Smaller in stature, larger in presence. You weren't the young woman who’d gripped his wrist earlier anymore, you were now the Kamisato matron, elegant, poised, lifeless. A title that you clearly despised.

Nevertheless, Thoma bows as he retreats out of the room.

Not once do you turn around.

—

The second time Thoma meets you, he finds you in the Kamisato gardens. Your hair is swept into a delicate spiral of elaborate braids and held away from your face by a floral kanzashi at the nape of your neck. The dim sunlight glints off the pin in your hair, casting a reflection around your head and setting your skin alight with muted golden rays. A sight that would have left every painter in awe. Thoma swears his heart skips a beat.

But when you turn around, the sound of his footsteps had clearly alerted you, your eyes are dark and cloudy. Like a match about to die out if the wind blew a little too strongly. “My lady,” Thoma calls out respectfully. “It looks like it’s about to rain. My lord has requested for you to return indoors.”

The corners of your lips tug downwards slightly. “I see.”

A few moments pass as you continue to stare off into the distance. Thoma shifts uncomfortably on his feet.

Just as the silence stretches on to the point where it was uncomfortable, you raise an eyebrow. “How did a young man from Mondstadt end up serving an Inazuman clan?” you start.

You look at him properly this time. And faced with the undivided attention of your steely gaze, Thoma nearly stutters over his story.

When he finishes, you smile a bit. It’s a small smile, but Thoma takes it as a victory anyhow. “Are you happy here, Thoma?” Your voice was so soft that Thoma nearly missed it over the rumble of thunder.

Somehow, he had a feeling that the answer to your question was one that he should tread with extreme caution. “The Kamisato siblings have never treated me with anything but kindness,” he says carefully. Emerald eyes scour your face for any sort of emotion. Your features betray nothing. “But my heart still longs for Mondstandt.”

You stared at Thoma for a moment longer before you calmly rose to your feet. “Let’s go. Ayato doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

Thoma nearly flinches at the direct use of Ayato’s name. You were quite probably the only person who could get away with it.

When the two of you make your way back to the estate, the elder of the Kamisato siblings is at the entrance. “My lord,” you echo emotionlessly when he makes his way to your side. Ayato’s slender fingers drifts to your hip, ghosting over the silk fabric of your kimono. Not quite touching you, but his presence is enough to catch your undivided attention. Thoma feels like an outsider all of a sudden. Like he’d just witnessed something he wasn’t supposed to set his sights on. He watches as Ayato’s larger body curves behind you, almost towering over you. Immediately, you stiffen. The tension between the two of you is so palpable that it hangs thickly in the air.

“My lord, please don’t forget that we are in the public eye.”

“The hairpin I chose for you looks good in your hair.”

Your lips flattens into a thin line as your finger twitches and Thoma half-expects you to rip the bejeweled pin out of your hair just to stab his lord in the eye.

On the contrary, Ayato’s smile broadens, the beauty mark under his mouth follows the upward curve. He’s goading you, dying for you to lash back at him. You refused to give him the satisfaction of your temper. Instead, you step away from the cage of Ayato’s possessive arms and vanish inside without a single word, all while under the watchful eyes of the other loitering servants.

It’s almost unsettling how Ayato seems even more amused. “My dear Thoma, what do you think about my adorable wife?” He continues without waiting for the latter’s response. “She has quite the temper. I’m always afraid she might slip away from my grasps if I take my eyes off her for a minute. Of course, I can count on you to watch over her in my stead, right?”

Thoma gulps. He thinks of your lifeless eyes. The pin in your hair. Your soft voice. “Yes, my lord.”

—

The more he spends time with you, the more he finds his heart wavering.

Thoma likes you... Alot. He likes to hear your voice, he likes the way your eyes light up when he first gave you a bouquet of windwheel asters that he bargained for from an Inazuman merchant, he likes the way your hair looks in the pretty complicated updos, he likes you.

And you’ve warmed up to him as well. You smile more around him, the heavy weight over your shoulders seems to lighten when you catch sight of him.

It had always been an innocent sort of crush. The type of crush where he’d do anything to see your beautiful eyes light up and crack jokes to make you laugh. He thinks he’d be happy like this if he could just spend the rest of his life seated next to you under the shade of the sakura tree in the Kamisato gardens. He’s content being your husband's servant. If this was all he could get, Thoma could die happy.

Until one day, the collar of your kimono slips. It’s not much. It just so happened that you’d bent down to pet a stray cat that wandered into the gardens. It’s not much , but it allows Thoma to catch a clear view of the smooth expanse of the back of your neck and the purplish mark on your shoulder.

His hand grazes your skin before his brain fully comprehends the sight before him. “Thoma?” you jerk up in surprise and Thoma nearly rears back. All of a sudden, you're straightening back and Thoma yanks his gaze away. He’s no virgin, he knows what that mark means. He can already feel the tip of his ears flushing as hot as the pyro vision hanging by his hip. Even when Thoma glares stubbornly at the grass, his imagination is already running wild.

The innocent crush he’d developed for you begins to spiral out of control. One sinfully wrong glimpse and the blushing servant is hooked.

That night, Thoma excuses himself to his bedroom as soon as he’s done with his chores. Usually, he’d linger around with the other staff to chat and make , but he had a pressing issue that was too hard to ignore even if he tried to.

With a stifled groan, Thoma buries his face into his pillow. He can smell you. More accurately, the soap that makes you smell like flowers and clean laundry. Oh, Thoma knows exactly what soap that is. This knowledge only serves to make him harder than ever. Maybe he can put in a good word or two with the maids, would they let him use your soap? The thought of being enveloped in your scent every single day makes his skin flush hotly.

Those same trembling hands have found their way to his pants. A low hiss escapes through his clenched jaw, he’s so hard that it almost hurts to touch himself. Carefully, Thoma wraps his fingers around his cock and rubs his thumb across his pre cum to smear it across his shaft. Slowly, he pumps it once, twice, thrice. The moment his eyes flutter shut, images of you begin to flash in his brain again.

Maybe– Maybe you’ll let him dress you up after your shower. And Thoma can wrap those beautiful silk kimonos around your body, kiss each part of your bare skin as he wraps the ribbons around your waist. His calloused hand slides up his shaft, maybe he’d be rewarded with a soft sigh of appreciation if he kisses your skin. No- he would worship your body. At night, he can undress you again. Make you lie down on the bed as he massages the tension away. You are miserable, aren’t you? And Thoma can sympathize with that. Two foreigners far away from home and trapped in a marriage you never wanted. So maybe… you won’t protest when his deft fingers slip lower down your spine until they are between your soft plush thighs. Maybe you won’t push him away if he pets your warm cunt and makes your slick stain the expensive bed sheets.

Thoma can’t help the pathetic choked whine when his cock throbs in his hand at the thought. His hips buck forward as he nearly weeps into his pillow with each buck of his hips to push his cock through his hand. The warmth of his climax bubbles like a coil in him, he shouldn’t be surprised at how fast it arrives, he should be guilty that the thought of you is making him so aroused that Thoma can barely see straight. His hand speeds up, the wet click of his cockhead slipping past his fingers filling the dark room and Thoma cums so hard that he nearly sees stars. His cock twitches in his grip, the image of you, sprawled across the bed as his fingers are buried in you still embedded in his treacherous mind.

Dimly, Thoma is aware that he just made a big mess on his bed. But the you in his imagination mewls like a kitten when Thoma crooks his fingers just right, and his cock begins to twitch to life again. “Fuck,” an uncharacteristic curse echoes from Thoma’s flushed face. Despite the murky white coating his fingers, Thoma wraps his sticky fingers around his cock again.

One last time. He promises himself. One more fantasy and he’ll swear to put everything behind him. Though he might deny it, the seeds of his love for you had been planted the moment he saw you at the dinner table.

That night, Thoma doesn’t get to catch even a wink of sleep.

—--

“Thoma.” It’s near the end of your little evening session with him. The mere sound of his name rolling off your tongue is enough to send a delicious warm shudder licking down his spine. He tries to imagine how it’d sound like a little more high-pitched, a little breathier and–

“Thoma.” You frown at the dazed look in his eyes. “Are you all right?”

He needs to focus.

“Y-Yes, my lady?”

Before he can blink, you trip over something (a stray pebble, your robes, Thoma doesn’t know) and Thoma’s reflexes move before his brain does. A strong arm catches your body by the waist before you can hit the ground and his other arm braces the two of you against the railings. He thinks his brain short circuits a little because you are so close that he can feel each puff of your warm breath fanning against his skin and you are so soft. “M-My lady, are you all right?” He gulps, the tips of his ears are beginning to burn because the longer he has you in his arms, it makes him feel as if he’s going to explode.

“Thoma,” unlike him, your voice is unwavering. All of a sudden, he feels your hand glide into his front pocket. “Thank you for helping me. I must have tripped over my robes.”

Without another word, you right yourself and give him a pointed look. “Will you escort me to my room?”

“O-Of course, my lady.” The piece of paper you slipped into his pocket seems to sear like a burn against his skin.

—--

Ayato has a routine. One that you’ve memorized until you knew it like the back of your hand. Nevertheless, your heart still slams against your ribs with each shaky step you take. On Tuesdays, he comes to bed much later than usual. Not that you cared what he was doing. But this piece of information was something you tucked carefully in your mind.

Coincidentally, the window to your bedroom is connected to the garden. And after weeks loitering around the garden under the pretense of observing sakura petals, you finally figured out the rotation of the Kamisato guards.

Right now, they were changing their rotations. With your heart in your throat, you haul yourself out of the window and into the garden. Despite the stinging sensation of pebbles biting into your bare feet, you race through the garden until you reach the corner of the wall hidden behind the sprawling estate. Every Tuesday, you’d been sneaking out to add bits of valuable into the silk pouch you hit in the crack of the wall. A small diamond off your hairpin, a small comb, all tiny things that wouldn’t rouse any suspicion. Right next to the crack was a ladder that the gardener forgot to keep this afternoon because you’d instructed him to help you with the flowers in your room. Much to your relief, the aging gardener had forgotten about the ladder entirely. You can only pray that Ayato isn’t too harsh on him after you escape.

The cold wind bites into your skin, but somehow, it’s a comforting sensation. It reminds you of the time when you still had your anemo vision. It reminded you of the time before Ayato stole it away and made you his bride.

You recall the note you slipped into Thoma’s pocket earlier. It seemed unfair to abandon him here as you made your escape. The two of you didn’t belong here, you’ve seen the way the other staff gossipped about Ayato’s foreign status. It served as further motivation for you to send him the note that detailed for him to meet you here tonight.

“My lady?” A hushed whisper yanks you out of your thoughts.

“Thoma!” You could’ve jumped up to hug him at that instant. “Let’s go,” you grab his wrist and begin to yank him toward the ladder. “We can escape right now! I’ve heard that a pirate by the name of Beidou has smuggled foreigners away from Inazuma. With the stash I’ve gathered, it should be more than enough to guarantee us a trip to Mondstadt. We can go home!”

In the midst of your excited rambling, you miss the odd look that crosses Thoma’s face. Without waiting for his response, you turn around and worm your hand into the crack to grab the stash. Yet, your fingers close around empty air.

No… No way. No, it was impossible. It feels as if someone had doused your entire body in cold water. Desperately, you fall to your knees and tried to peer through the crack. Where is the pouch?

“Looking for something?”

Your heart drops to your feet.

You don’t have to turn around to recognize that honeyed voice. Nevertheless, you push yourself upright on shaky feet and come face-to-face with your loathsome husband. A knowing smirk dances across his handsome face. After a few moments, you finally register that Thoma is standing right behind him with his face turned to the side, refusing to meet your eye.

“Thoma?” Even in your ears, your voice sounds oddly strained and tense. Far away, you hear the heavy footsteps of the Kamisato guards resuming their stations, sealing off all of your escape routes.

Amidst your thundering heartbeat, silence is the only response.

“Darling, don’t be too upset,” Ayato coos, “Don’t you think that Thoma’s loyalty is an admirable thing? He– “

Before he can finish his sentence, you lunge toward Thoma and lash your palm at his face so hard that he staggers backward. Your eyes are half crazed, pupils shaking so badly that Thoma doubts that you can even see clearly. “Fuck you,” you hiss as you slam your fist against his chest again. Despite your frenzied blows, Thoma makes no move to defend himself. Instead, he remains silent as you continue to sob. He nearly breaks down at the look of utter anguish on your face. “You betrayed me! I trusted you! Out of every person in this wretched place, I gave you my trust!” Around you, the wind seems to howl in response.

A surprised look flits across Ayato’s face when he feels the strong wind billow at his robes.

Upon his command, two burly guards begin to yank your trashing figure away from Thoma. “What did he promise you?” you hiss at him in a voice full of malice.

Thoma looks like he’s on the verge of a breakdown, with his emerald eyes still downcast and fixed on anywhere but your seething figure. There’s a red angry gash across his cheek from where your nails had scratched him. Instead, Ayato answers on his behalf.

“You.”

What a wholesome blushing parade :')

#𝐃𝐑𝐍𝐆𝐈𝟎𝟐𝟎𝟒𝟏𝟏⠀⨾⠀overstimulation drabble_02 (ft. diluc + kaeya)

！ :⠀NSFW, fem! reader, multiple orgasms, messy (so fucking messy), an unnormal amount of cum, riding, cock slapping, m/s dynamics, oral (m), breeding, baby trapping, orgasm denial, bit of dubcon (kaeya says 'no more' one time), kana is a cocksucker for kaeya, pure filth v.2, you all are so thirsty for them bcs me too ☹️ suggest me who to write for next with these drabble thru asks bcs i'm an undecisive bitch 💅🏻✨

✙⠀⋅ ⋅ ⋅⠀D I L U C

diluc’s grunts echoed in his study, the objects littering his desk clattering from how rough you were moving against him. his hands were tight on your hips, teeth softly biting down on the soft flesh of your breasts before his tongue starts licking on your hardened and sensitive nipples.

he is too good, always too good for you. always giving you what you want, treating you as his queen, pleasuring you just the way you want to. you have him wrapped around your finger, always there to present the best this crooked world has to offer. he just loves you that much.

“hng~ you’re so hard inside of me, master diluc.”

the tips of your fingers slowly dig themselves on his shoulder, successfully keeping you in place. his shaft was hot, prodding so deep inside your walls, hitting every spot that would send tingles throughout your body. you can feel each nerve of his dicl twitching whenever your walls tighten around it, hearing more of his deep voice grunting in pleasure.

you love it, you love it, you love it. “always wanna keep you inside me, make me your lil’ breeding doll master 'luc~.”

diluc is a man who had his fair share of people slurring on their words on the daily, mind barely processing the words before they’ve been spoken. but yours sends a different wave of craving inside of him, the heat grew unbearable when your eyes flash him this unyielding desire to be bred, wanting to have more of your fucked-dumb state and it’s only because of him.

“you’d want me to fuck a baby inside of you?” you felt him lifting himself up, putting a hand underneath your thighs just to thrust himself back inside your awaiting hole.

"hm~ yes please. give me your baby, i'll be a good lil' mommy!"

words slurring but your body still so responsive every time he'd ram himself deeper in your cunt, if hearts can protrude from his eyes then maybe diluc had showered you more of this fiery desire the time you started to want him like this. this feral longing to be full of his cum awakened this carnal hunger in him, his hips speeding up just so he won't leave your sensitive cunt empty.

you can feel him so close, so big, aching and twitching to let go of his cum. there was nothing in your mind but the feeling of being full of his warm load. and the mere thought had your walls spasming, reeling at how the tip of his cock prods on your sweet spots while his pelvic bone brushes along your puffy clit.

The feeling was amazing, you can't stop how your body shakes under diluc's hold. but he doesn't stop, continuing to rut himself back your tight and warm walls. diluc bit on his lips, holding back the moans, focusing on how much he doesn't want to cum yet. but you've made it impossible for him to speak another word, pulling him close around your body, both arms on his neck to keep him bound to you.

"cum for me, master diluc. breed me, fill me up~" you whispered with teary eyes, triggering his own orgasm. it felt too strong, his balls felt so sensitive at how much he came inside of you. he was panting, legs shaking but his arms kept him stable on top of you.

he could almost collapse from how intense it was, feeling loads of his energy disappear. as he's about to pull away, you kept your arms around his neck and started kissing his cheeks, his neck, and his lips. "one more? make sure to knock me up, please."

"one more?" he asks, voice shifting mockingly as if to taunt your disheveled state but the smile on your face had him choking on his words after you followed your sweet grin with a thrust of your cunt back to his still hard cock.

"s-shit, you really need to be knocked up properly, yeah? one load isn't enough for you, princess? what a c-cumwhore you are." he had it difficult spitting out those foul words when he continues to feel the warmth brought by your hole. you aimlessly nodded your head in agreement, pushing more of yourself closer to his hot body. diluc shuddered, hips stuttering as his cock pulsed inside your warm walls, feeling how much he's spilling inside of you.

he wants to pull away, to take a brief pause from how pussy drunk he already is but the sweet smile on your face, gentlehands tugging on his hair, lips kissing anywhere it can reach, diluc felt himself moving along with the sloppy thrusts you're giving him. he's addicted to the slight pain on the pit of his stomach, the wet sounds of your cum-coated ass hit by his balls, the wrecked yet excited expression you pull off beautifully, yes, he's addicted this this pleasurable pain you're making him experience.

"yes and i hope master diluc has it in him to fill me up until he's sucked dry~."

✙⠀⋅ ⋅ ⋅⠀K A E Y A

"just be a good boy and let me suck you dry."

kaeya whimpers, fingers digging on the smooth leather covering the couch of your home. he bites down on his lips, feeling another round of moans about to spill out from his throat. he looks down at you, doe eyes hitting him with so much warmth that it sent tingles down his spine and blood to his already hard cock, causing it to twitch in your hand.

and that little movement isn't gone unnoticed by you, smiling as you start to softly pump up and down on his shaft. nimble fingers started to caress his balls as well, making kaeya buckle up on his seat. you look at his sweating form, his chest glistens underneath the light inside your home. 'you're so adorable like this, kaeya. are you ready?"

he nods, waiting the satisfying feeling of your lips kissing on the tip smeared messily with precum. he's so eager, so good for you that you can't help but give him what he wants so you start smothering the pretty head of his cock, his hips shaking from how good he felt with just the littlest movement on his dick.

"want to cum, kae?" you whispered, slowly moving down to kiss the side of his shaft, leaving gentle pecks on each nerve protruding on his skin. he nods, faster than he expected to. "use your words kae or i'd make you forget to use them."

"yes please, i want to cum f/n."

"good boy, kae. i love you, ' love you so much." and you felt this slight twitch on your hand and you felt beads of cum squirting out, ruining the shirt you're wearing as it stains it white. kaeya felt so embarrassed from how quickly he came for you, just hearing how you love him had him on his knees, submissive to the burning touches you leave on his body, compliant to every word you say as he could only trust and listen to you.

despite how much he wants to shrink and hide away, your suprised expression that shifted into a smirking one had him nailed down the couch, accepting the warmth that soon engulfed half his cock in one go. he groans and followed to moan when you suckled on the tip before letting it go with a pop. he was about to raise his hand and pull you back on his cock, wanting to feel more of your mouth around him but you slapped him away before he can do so.

"be a good boy and don't move. let me milk you dry, baby. letme do it, yeah?"

he looks down on you, his eyes watering from how painful it is to feel his cock waits for stimulation but receives nothing. "yes, i will. please, make me cum."

hearing his pleas, you continued and licked the tip to clean out all the cum, rubbing the side of his cock with vigor, spreading the spit you left from shoving half of it inside your mouth. he was hot and hard on your hands, the head letting go of so much cum whenever you went to focus on sucking on it. his moans were deep, smooth and pretty like he always is.

in a few minutes of sucking, licking and bobbing your hands on his dick, kaeya can feel his abdomen tightening. "i'm about to cum, f-fuck. i'm so close."

before he could even do, you pulled away and let his hard cock hit his stomach. he whimpered, thighs stuttering from having his orgasm denied until the feeling died down. "did i tell you that you could already cum?"

"n-no," he replied as he calm down but he didn't get another second to pull himself back when you went to spit on the tip of his sensitive tip before shoving down half his length until you finally had him deep inside your throat.

"you will not cum unless i said so. i will still milk you dry only if you heed to my commands. understood?" he nods but that doesn't convince you. "you keep on saying yes but you keep disobeying me. are you testing my patience, kae?"

"but i'm not, i really don't."

"hm, as long as you behave then i'll reward you."

and he behaves, listens and lets you do what you want on him. biting on the skin of his thighs, massaging his balls, licking from the base all the way to the head, sucking on the tip until he's too sensitive to hold himself back from coming. he looks so pretty, always so pretty for you as your hand got stained with his load that doesn't seem to stop from coming out of his cock.

"see? if you'd just stay and be good for me then you'd get to cum like this kae. want more?" a few of your words are already unaudible for him but he keens on your last sentence.

"n-no more, please f/n."

"no more? wrong answer kae." you shake your head, frowning when you looked up at him. "but you haven't cum inside my mouth kae, would you really let that opportunity go to waste?"

he is silent besides the heavy panting from his body. "answer me kae," you demanded, lifting four of your fingers and gave his cock a light slap on the head. kaeya groans in pain but his body twitches in delight. "you have such an honest body but a liar of a mind. what should i do to you, hm?"

as unfair as it sounds, you can't help but focus your gaze on his cock, standing proudly on your hand, stiff and pulsing when you gave it a short pump of your fingers. "or would you rather cum inside my cunt? you're choice kae."

even when he thinks he can no longer cum from how much you made him do so, you still had him pushing more of his load out and it either lands on your hands or on your mouth. he looks down on his legs and can he himself still hard and eager. he really has a honest body and can't help but feel excited when he sees you removing every article of clothing on your body, settling your legs between his thighs, rubbing the overstimulated cockhead on your clit before aligning it with your wet entrance.

"i told you kae, i will suck you dry so be a good boy, will you? "

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