Trigger warning(s)/Tags: angst, hurt(?)/comfort, fluff, comfort, mentions of insecurities, body image issues, body type descriptions
Word count: 1469 words
Date posted: Feb. 2 2022
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• First of all, this has been on my mind for months so I have to share it
• Second, Itto would be WEAK for a chubby s/o
• Like, you cannot tell me this man wouldn’t be over the fucking moon for any type of s/o
• Regardless of your body type, Itto would give you the utmost respect, love, and support
• It’s already known that this loving himbo would go out of his way for anyone he loves and cares about, even if he doesn’t know them that well
• So him loving all types of appearances is completely within the realm of reality
• He also just gives off that vibe
• But back to the main topic here: our beloved himbo absolutely adoring his chubby!s/o
• He loves to cuddle into your chest or stomach and just be surrounded by your warmth
• His love language is 1000% physical affection
• If you gently pull his head down into your chest when cuddling, he will fucking DIE
• This man is down bad, please take care of him
• He prides himself on protecting you and making sure you’re okay
• He gets into a lot of trouble on his adventures, so he has to make sure you’re okay over everything else
• You’re precious to him, so he’d do absolutely anything to keep you safe and healthy
• Insecurities? Not on his watch
• He tells you how much he loves you every moment of the day
• One day he finds you looking in the mirror, poking and prodding at fat
• It doesn’t click in his mind at first
• He honestly just thinks you’re admiring yourself the way he usually does
• Then you suck your stomach in, sighing out in frustration when you don’t achieve your desired outcome
• He’s still a little confused to be honest
• Confused as to why you’re frustrated
• What’s there to be annoyed with? It’s skin, beautiful skin that he loves to squeeze and kiss and admire as of it was a shining star placed into his hands by a god
• It isn’t until you avert your own gaze, looking away at the mocking reflection, and grab your previously discarded shirt from the counter, that it clicks
• Are you unhappy with your look?
• He doesn’t quite understand this struggle personally, but he empathizes with you still
• He’s far from immune to insecurity, having his fair share of the wretched feeling
• Itto understands what it feels like to have those plaguing thoughts ringing in the back of your mind, screaming at you
• He fears not being able to protect you, thinking he’s not good enough for you or that he’s only going to bring you down with him. The list goes on
• So when he sees you in such a vulnerable state, it breaks his heart
• Especially since you’re fretting over a part of yourself that he loves so much
• Nuzzling his face into your stomach is probably one of his favorite pastimes
• The chub on your arms makes you one of the best huggers he’s ever met
• Your chubby cheeks? The best place to plaster sweet kisses over and over so he can hear your melodious voice giggling while you tell him to stop
• Your thighs are heavenly pillows which he thanks the archons for every morning and night
• Itto understands the feeling of insecurity, but he can’t quite understand this insecurity
• But that doesn’t make it invalid!
• He knows that it’ll be a nagging little voice regardless of what he says
• But if he can help reduce it to just an annoying nagging voice that you can flick away, then he’ll do just that
• Making his way to the bathroom, he steps behind you, looking at the reflection of you both in the mirror
• His arms snake around your waist and he bends slightly to rest his head at the base of your neck and shoulder
• He wordlessly gazes at your reflection, a soft smile taking over his lips at your image
• The words he had quickly planned out seemed to float from his mind, lost in the lovesick grin he adorns
• “You’re so gorgeous.” is all he’s able to muster up
• Realizing he must have seen you, your face heats up, eyes widening and trying to hold back the embarrassment rising in your throat
• Itto sends a silent, understanding smile, before kissing the base of your neck and nuzzling his nose into the warm skin
• “I love you, you know that right?”
• His words never fail to make your heart flutter, but you can’t help but wonder if your heartbeat speeding up is from the sentiment or the anxiety
• “Yeah,” you choke out with a stiff chuckle, “ you tell me everyday.”
• “That also means every part of you.” His voice is muffled with his face planted comfortably in your neck
• He looks back up into the mirror, the gentle, loving smile never having left his face
• “What do you mean?”
• “I mean,” he takes in a deep breath, standing up to his full height, pulling you closer against his chest. “it’s time for us to cuddle and for me to show you how much I love you’re pudge!”
• The words don’t seem to hit as well as he would have hoped, you tiny smile still holding an edge of resentment
• “Why do you like it?”
• “Like what?”
• “My fat. You’re always holding or squeezing it, doesn’t it gross you out?” You sneer at the reflection which seems to mocks you
• “Gross me out? Why would it do that?”
• “Well it’s just.. there. Wouldn’t you want to be with someone that’s more fit like you?”
• Now that genuinely confuses him
• Man is the embodiment of the meme where the woman’s confused with math equations around her head
• “What makes them any different from you?” His hands, still tightly wound around your waist, start subconsciously rubbing and kneading at your stomach. A comforting action he’d picked up fairly early on in your relationship
• “They’re skinny, I’m not. Wouldn’t you want someone prettier? Like with a flat stomach?”
• Your words hit him like a punch in the gut, but the tears starting to form in your eyes only make the feeling worse
• “But you’re gorgeous, I couldn’t dream of being with someone else.”
• Itto’s hands move to your shoulders, turning you away from the mirror to look at him
• His hands move to your cheeks, caressing the skin with a gentle thumb
• “Being skinny doesn’t make you beautiful and having extra fat doesn’t make you ugly.”
• His eyes flit back and forth between yours, holding back the urge to pull you into a kiss that very moment
• “I love you and every part of you. Your chub just makes you all the more better to love and cuddle with and kiss and hug and everything else!”
• He planted scattered kisses along forehead, cheeks, and nose. Muttering “I love you”s between each
• Describing and explaining things may not be his strongest suit but the sincerity of his words is enough to get the message across
• Again, his love language is physical affection, so showing how much he loves and adores you is the best way he knows how of assuring you
• “Thank you, I love you too, Itto”
• You’re still not feeling great, Itto can tell
• Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes and you have a tired and drowsy look in your eyes
• “So, about that cuddling part…”
• Itto looks at you hopefully, taking in the gentle smile which grows just a little bit wider at his suggestion
• “Okay,” you chuckle. “Come on, I could use a nap.”
• You take his hand to drag him over to the bed, now pulling a lovesick man who seems to be floating on cloud nine
• Crawling under the covers, you lay on your back, opening your arms to your boyfriend invitingly
• Itto’s eyes light up like a kid being given some fresh and sweet dango
• He cuddles up to your chest, placing tiny kisses along your stomach and chest, whispering sweet nothings after each
• Finally, he settles when you gently pull his head down to your chest, running your hands through his hair and humming a small tune
• Hearing your contented sigh, he watches as you slowly drift off to sleep, comforted by the warmth he was giving
• If he was standing he might have just fallen over
• He swears that whenever he’s with you, it feels like he’s died and gone to Celestia
• He’s not fully sure how to help but he’ll do whatever he can to make sure you know that you are cherished and loved. Chubbiness and all
Arataki Itto is one hundred percent the man who would so obviously be into you there’s no way you wouldn’t know. He is basically a golden retriever every three seconds it’s just “Hey wait!! Come look at this cool thing I’m gonna do!! Did you see the cool thing I did?? Wasn’t it cool?? Aren’t I cool??” Just Trying His Best if you say he’s strong or literally any compliment you better apologize to his gang because they will be hearing about it for the next two months nonstop
five hundred years ago, a pair of immortal twins saved the world of teyvat from collapse with the help of its gods: the seven archons. as a result, they bestowed their powers upon the twins and crowned them the rulers of their kingdom, celestia. then, they disappeared from history, never to be seen or heard from again.
fast forward to five hundred years later, you are a mercenary living in the woods unknowingly rescued the twin rulers from thieves. indebted to you through this action, they offered you a position in their kingsguard. now a royal soldier, castle life takes time getting used to, especially when there have been threats made against the royals. you are tasked to find the source of those threats, and so far you suspect the various visitors that have stepped foot inside and decide whether they are either friend or foe.
will you be able to save the world from the forces of evil? or will it finally collapse — its supposed fate from five hundred years ago?
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princeps cretaceus [albedo] - social interactions are not his forte and so are assassinations… or are they? several servants claim to witness him attempt to assassinate the twins, having him enlist you to help him clear his name.
taurus iracundus [arataki itto] - the mighty mercenary leader has a bounty on his head for the recent robberies and kidnappings. you don’t believe he’s behind this, so you’ll have to punch the truth out of him… literally.
monoceros caeli [childe] - the self-proclaimed diplomat is a terrible liar. in fact, he isn’t a diplomat at all. when his brother sneaks in for a visit, he dumps all his elder sibling responsibilities to you to hide what he really is.
noctua [diluc] - politics are the least of his worries, except when they concern the knights of favonius. it’s suspicious that his views align with a vigilante named the darknight hero, so you decide to investigate the matter for yourself.
aphros delos [eula] - the townspeople become even more upset with her due to her uncle conspiring with an enemy. to prove her trustworthiness, you must learn aristocratic etiquette from her to stop his evil schemes.
canis bellatoris [gorou] - a certain guuji takes advantage of his adorable appearance to promote her works. you find it strangely convenient somehow that the targets on your list are attending the event by being drawn in by his alter ego.
leo minor [jean] - work is always in her mind. her knights are concerned about her health, not to mention her sister. they task you to distract her during work while setting up a surprise party for her.
acer palmatum [kaedehara kazuha] - the infamous crux fleet is hosting a clash for the strongest warriors in the kingdom. the grand prize goes missing, so you and the newest addition have to chase after the culprit.
pavo ocellus [kaeya] - the cavalry captain is full of secrets, so it’s uncharacteristic of him to share one of his. his favor looks nothing more than a treasure hunt, but that’s just a scratch on the surface. what’s he up to exactly?
cypressus custos [kamisato ayato] - the royal ball is a rare occasion where the young lord is seen in public. it’s also a good hiding place for enemies. you agree to act as his spy to prevent a potential massacre from happening.
dracaena somnolenta [sangonomiya kokomi] - the divine priestess gets tired easily. her general states that she likes books, so you buy her favorites. upon entering her room, she’s been waiting for you in the most unexpected way.
rubeum scutum [thoma] - soldiers from house kamisato love to criticize his special treatment by the family. he doesn’t mind, but you can clearly see that they’ve been troubling him, especially when his past is brought up.
alatus [xiao] - the vigilant yaksha is posing as a soldier to meet you, the mercenary who fought a beast alone. rumor has it that demons have occupied the castle, and he has to risk his identity to make this fateful encounter happen.
historia antiqua [zhongli] - a monster that was thought to disappear centuries ago mysteriously appeared to destroy the kingdom. while you search for ways to defeat them, a certain historian makes himself known from the shadows.
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inspired by fire emblem: three houses and based on my royal au headcanon: within these castle walls.since i reached 2k+ followers, the installments are planned to be around 2k words each. but maybe i could make them longer hehehe.
all these installments are inspired by their story quests (5* + kaeya) and hangout events (4*). if you haven’t done some of them, refrain from reading those to avoid spoilers. they’re not connected in any way, but they’re still part of the same universe.
the characters on my list are the same ones from my headcanon. however, i could always add more (dainsleif, scaramouche, yelan, etc.). i may or may not have roles for them already lol.
i’ll be graduating next month, so this will be worked on during the summer! let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!
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. yay, it’s my birthday! well… in three hours. and guess what? it’s jean’s birthday, too! i haven’t written in a while, so why not give a headcanon as a present to myself.
. he sketches you all the time, but hasn’t gathered enough courage to show you them. for his gift, it’s a portrait of you smiling and laughing. you begin to tear up of how beautiful it is, to which he confesses that the first time you expressed those emotions there was when he fell in love with you.
. not one normal person would gift you onikabuto and miss hina trading cards, but you appreciate his efforts nonetheless. this year, he takes you to a cliff where he holds a talent show with his gang. as he’s about to perform his birthday song, the tenryou commission appears to chase after the two of you. it turns out the cliff is private property, and he didn’t see the signs.
. celebrations are always lively at her ship. her connections with wanmin restaurant and liquor merchants allow her to prepare a feast just for you. as it’s your special day, she’ll let you be captain, giving you permission to sail wherever you want to go. you and her crew know too well that she’ll go all out on the drinks and become too drunk to handle her duties.
. just for one day, he doesn’t want to do anything related to the fatui so he can spend time with you in peace. throughout the dinner with you and his family, the both of you sense a presence outside, excusing yourselves to take care of “business” — agents from another organization who you took down a while ago. maybe some celebrations aren’t meant to be peaceful after all.
. romantic dinners are the best dreams to come true; no need for extravagant parties. having one at the balcony of dawn winery, with candles burning brightly and each person holding wine in one hand, you make a toast with your significant other to another good year ahead. afterwards, he’ll take you to the living room, dancing to each other’s heartbeats.
. as she had celebrated her birthday alone in the past, she isn’t used to someone else holding her hand and being dragged around the city, spewing laughs for such a special day as yours. when you ask her if she wants to stop, she shakes her head. when her special day comes, she wants to feel free with you.
. working all day and night, she didn’t find time to buy you a present. instead, she bakes you a qingxin flower cake, and a messily attempt at that. yet she hides it behind her back, thinking that you won’t appreciate it. you happen to see it, which makes you want to try it. she sighs in relief to hear you say you really like it, and now she’s obligated to bake one for you every year.
. you didn’t think it’s possible for someone else being more excited than yourself in celebrating your special day. the morning of, he’ll hunt for fresh fish and crabs at the beach. at night after his patrol, he’ll prepare a banquet in front of a bonfire, rousing sparks of jealousy. they wish to be dedicated and loving as the general for their future significant others.
. it’s not the spooky season yet, but she never fails to bring its energy to everyday life, and your birthday is no exception. after her shift, she takes you to wuwang hill just to stargaze, which she keeps on insisting. you don’t trust everything she says, but you still get pranked by her, using her ghost to disguise as her to make you think she’s “gone”.
. the guildmaster has many hidden talents, and one of which is singing. she gets embarrassed if someone hears her sing. everyone assumes that you did, but that’s a misconception. for your birthday, you finally hear her for the first time in forever after annoying her for so long. to your surprise, she really has a nice voice.
. being the poet that he is, it’s no surprise that a haiku will be his gift. yet every single time he recites one, you fall in love with him all over again. he doubts his creativity in this one in particular but you insist that it’s the best he’s ever made so far, thanking him with a kiss. you would’ve never thought to see him so flustered.
. for someone who talks a lot to charm his way into someone else’s affairs, he greets you with a few words and a sliver of a smile. he doesn’t want to ruin your special day. but how can that be if he’s the reason your life has gotten so much better? as soon as he feels your reassurance, he reverts back to being a tease. your special day won’t be special without him.
. she manages to find out your birthday from the housekeepers in advance so she could make your gift extra special. she initially thinks that an expensive one would be suitable to your liking, but begins to have second thoughts. she decides to take you to chinju forest, a place not too far from the estate and where she’ll perform her fan dance.
. (kind of?) salty that his retainer chose to spend his birthday with the traveler instead of him and his sister, he doesn’t give you the liberty to act on your own today — he wants you for himself until then. while he pampers you with his peculiar cooking, you think of ways to fool him to escape. however, outsmarting him won’t do, because he’ll catch you in the end anyway. send help, aha.
. learning an important lesson from the traveler to rest every now and then, she requests time off from work for the first time in a while to make you a present. she gives you a lantern which looks ordinary, but it runs on electro energy and stays lit indefinitely. she tells you that it serves as a reminder of her being an extra light in your life, and you in hers.
. spending the majority of her time tending to her duties as a general, she’s unsure how to celebrate birthdays other than her own properly. on yours she immediately skips the formalities and goes straight to the point by asking you if you have a birthday wish. not only will she grant you one, but five, her lucky number. it’s cute that she’s trying her best, and you happily accept her offer.
. when you first started working under the tianquan, you were intimidated by her presence. once you get to know her, she’s a generous and kind lady; for instance, giving you a super expensive gift for your birthday. they’re brocades, which you can use to make your clothes. as someone who has never learned how to sew before, she’ll gladly teach you how to do it.
. ah, don’t mind the shogun; she won’t hurt you! the electro archon finally accepts that time goes forward and she must go along with it. ever since the cataclysm, you celebrated alone, but now she’s at your side with a bundle of tricolor dango in her hand. it’s the modern age of inazuma, where the both of you can pursue eternity in a different way together.
. as expected of the resident strategist of the sangonomiya resistance, she has already planned out everything for your birthday, even noting the possible changes of the weather. one thing she hasn’t done since the war is swimming at the pools of the island, so she takes you there for a dive in the morning. the shrine maidens are glad to see her having fun as she sprays water at you.
. her master tells her about the importance of birthdays and also notes that humans in particular highly appreciate materialistic things. as someone who isn’t really fond of them, she takes you to her favorite place in the world — the mountains, where you can see the beautiful view of the sky. her way of celebrating your day is way better than any physical present.
. he’s friendly… too friendly. he practically invited the entire city, recommending them to bring any of their signature foods and drinks for your celebration. you told him you wanted a small party, but never mind that; he worked too hard for this. oh, yeah! a party hosted by thoma isn’t one if the hotpot game isn’t included, which is quite dreadful to say the least.
. despite not being an experienced baker, he attempts to bake a cake for you because someone once told him that you’re supposed to eat one on birthdays. it’s apple-flavored, his favorite! an amateur in baking, the cake doesn’t look like an actual cake — more like an apple pie. regardless, you did enjoy it. in addition, he allows you to request to have him sing a song as you eat.
. he doesn’t celebrate birthdays because he doesn’t understand their concept, stating that they’re redundant. yet he still gives you a gift before going off on your journey — a butterfly emblem created from leaves. he says it’s an adepti amulet that staves off evil. so no matter where you go, the object will protect you from harm every step of the way.
. she isn’t a big fan of celebrating such festivities because people would merely come to her for her blessings instead of using their time for other things, as their visits disrupt her leisure time. since you’re her significant other, she’ll give you special treatment (for a minute before kicking you out of the shrine). she won’t admit it, but she’s happy to see you and wishes for a fruitful year ahead.
. she’s the definition of lively… and disastrous. you’re still unsure whether lighting up fireworks is a great idea because she got caught by the tenryou commission (again) for “illegal activity”. however, that doesn’t stop her from making you the best birthday present ever. as she begins to light up the fireworks, you could hear the footsteps of the soldiers trying to contain the incoming chaos.
. as old-fashioned as he is, he gifts you a dried glaze lily. he says that it bears the beautiful memories and prayers of the nation. afterwards, he connects it to another story of a god whose eyes fell upon the love of their life, and then a field of glaze lilies bloom. unbeknownst to you, it’s about you and him, when the two of you first met.
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warnings: nsfw content, size difference, dacryphilia, degradation, praise, breeding kink, choking, Itto has a knot and barbs on his cock, Zhongli has two dicks
DILUC stops immediately when you tell him to — hurting you is the last thing he wants —, though he can’t help but chuckle when you, teary-eyed, tell him that his dick is too big and that it won’t fit. He quickly shushes you with a gentle kiss, his smile warm and loving as he reassures you that it’ll be fine, he’ll try to be as careful as possible.
Even though he tries to go slow for your comfort, he groans in pleasure when he finally bottoms out inside of you, your hips flush together, and while he had originally planned to give you some time to adjust to his size, he can’t help but pick up a fast and hard pace a few moments later, because what you don’t know is that your words sent a white hot spike of pleasure up his spine. His size kink is thriving, especially when there’s a slight bulge showing through your stomach as he thrusts into you.
“You’re alright, dear. It’ll fit, don’t worry. Ah, fuck—, you feel so tight around me. Archons, you can even see my dick through your stomach — fuck.”
When you complain to KAEYA about his cock being too large to fit inside of you, he genuinely can’t help but laugh. You’re adorable — really, he’s at a loss of words here. There’s a smile on his lips as he tells you that you’ll be alright, and he doesn’t bother to stop pushing into you; giving you time to breathe would only result in you overthinking even more. Besides, he knows you’ll be fine.
When he finally pounds into you, his hips slapping against your own with lewd squelching noises accompanying each thrust, you’re moaning and keening, your back arching, and there’s mocking words and teasing sentences falling from Kaeya’s lips before he can stop himself, but, really, who can blame him? Just a moment ago, you were protesting and worrying, and now you’re taking his dick like a champ — it’s almost ironic, really.
“Ah, look at you, darling. Weren’t you just whining about my dick being too big for you? Now you’re practically sucking me in. That’s adorable. Makes me wonder if that innocent persona of you was but an act, doll.”
warnings: nsfw content, size difference, dacryphilia, degradation, praise, breeding kink, choking, Itto has a knot and barbs on his cock, Zhongli has two dicks
DILUC stops immediately when you tell him to — hurting you is the last thing he wants —, though he can’t help but chuckle when you, teary-eyed, tell him that his dick is too big and that it won’t fit. He quickly shushes you with a gentle kiss, his smile warm and loving as he reassures you that it’ll be fine, he’ll try to be as careful as possible.
Even though he tries to go slow for your comfort, he groans in pleasure when he finally bottoms out inside of you, your hips flush together, and while he had originally planned to give you some time to adjust to his size, he can’t help but pick up a fast and hard pace a few moments later, because what you don’t know is that your words sent a white hot spike of pleasure up his spine. His size kink is thriving, especially when there’s a slight bulge showing through your stomach as he thrusts into you.
“You’re alright, dear. It’ll fit, don’t worry. Ah, fuck—, you feel so tight around me. Archons, you can even see my dick through your stomach — fuck.”
When you complain to KAEYA about his cock being too large to fit inside of you, he genuinely can’t help but laugh. You’re adorable — really, he’s at a loss of words here. There’s a smile on his lips as he tells you that you’ll be alright, and he doesn’t bother to stop pushing into you; giving you time to breathe would only result in you overthinking even more. Besides, he knows you’ll be fine.
When he finally pounds into you, his hips slapping against your own with lewd squelching noises accompanying each thrust, you’re moaning and keening, your back arching, and there’s mocking words and teasing sentences falling from Kaeya’s lips before he can stop himself, but, really, who can blame him? Just a moment ago, you were protesting and worrying, and now you’re taking his dick like a champ — it’s almost ironic, really.
“Ah, look at you, darling. Weren’t you just whining about my dick being too big for you? Now you’re practically sucking me in. That’s adorable. Makes me wonder if that innocent persona of you was but an act, doll.”
CHILDE has got you bent in half in a mating press when you whine about him being too big, his dick being too deep inside of you, and he couldn’t deny that your words made his cock twitch inside of you even if he tried. He scoffs, obviously amused, and it’s such a huge ego boost that he thrusts into you roughly, his hips flush with yours as he bottoms out in one quick movement that has you gasping and crying out.
There’ssome half-assed shushing from him as he assures you that it’s fine, you’ll be alright, but in reality, you’re barely able to understand what he’s saying with the almost violent pace he has set and he knows it. You’re drooling while he pounds into you, saliva dripping down your chin, and Childe isn’t shy to mock you for how desperate you look. By the end of it, he makes sure you’re literally dripping with his cum.
“Fuck, babe, that’s so hot—, you think I’m too big for your tight little hole, hm? Don’t you worry, baby, I’ll fill you up so good. You’ll be fine—, ah, fuck, I promise, just let me make you feel good. Just let me breed you.”
ZHONGLI raises his eyebrows when you complain about his size in a seriously worried tone, but he’s quick to shush you despite not understanding why you seem to have trouble taking only one of his cocks. The other one is resting against your abdomen as he slowly but surely continues to push into you, the tip of it dripping precum onto your skin.
While he’s constantly praising you for how well you’re taking him, he can’t help that he enjoys seeing your eyes all glassy with tears, and his thoughts immediately go to how you’d cry and whine under him if he were to fuck you with both dicks, only to fill you up and breed you.
“You’re so good for me, darling. You take me so well. In fact, I’m quite certain you’d even be able to take both of my cocks if you’d like to try.”
Honestly,ITTO is used to this kind of reaction. He’s a big guy all around, which is why it doesn’t come as a surprise when you claw at his back and whimper about him not being able to fit inside of you. Still, while he understands your worries, he’s too much into it to stop now; he can’t help that he continues to push into you until you’re stretched wide around his dick.
He at least has the decency to apologise while thrusting into you, his hips slapping against your ass, even though he gets a massive ego boost from the way you’re crying out. His apologies don’t make it better — especially because his size isn’t the only thing you have to deal with. What’s much more difficult to take are the barbs on his cock, as well as his knot once he fills you up, but what can he say; he’s an oni through and through and his biology is intent on breeding you.
“Ah, baby, fuck, ’m sorry, I don’t wanna hurt you, fuck, I promise, you just feel so good, can’t stop, please, babe, I need to fill you up—”
Honestly,SCARAMOUCHE thinks of you as ridiculously naive for even hoping that he’ll be merciful when you blabber something about his cock being too big. You’re on all fours underneath him, cheek against the ground and ass raised, and he’s not above taunting you as he repeats your whiny plea in a mocking, high-pitched voice.
As if inspired by your words, he thrusts into you at once, his pace rougher than it needs to be solely because he wants to see you cry on his cock, your cheeks flushing and your eyes crossing as you clench around him. When he feels particularly mean, he even wraps a hand around your throat, if only to hear your high-pitched keening noises as you choke and whine, your thighs trembling and tears dripping down your cheeks.
“What are you saying? It won’t fit? Oh, I’ll make it fit, don’t you worry. Besides, you’re already dripping wet. Fucking slut. This is the only thing you’re good for, so shut up and take what I decide to give you.”
WhileAYATO is quick to coo soothing words at you, his voice a low purr and with his hands gently caressing the curve of your hip, his lips also curl into a smirk. You can’t see the way his eyes sparkle with mischief and something more sinister because of your position — your cheek pressed against the pillows, your back arched and ass raised —, but that his polite words are just a facade is obvious in the way his hips snap against yours.
Theurge to make you cry just because of his cock makes his movements more hurried and rough, his usual effortless grace bleeding away into impatience and brutal thrusts. His nails dig into your hips as he rocks into you until your thighs are shaking and tears drip down your flushed cheeks, needy noises falling from your lips, and Ayato can’t help that he wants nothing more than to truly break you.
“Oh, am I too big for you, love? Are you saying you can’t take it? That’d be a shame, I was hoping to have you come on my cock. Ah, there you go — look, it fits. You’re such a slut in reality, hm, darling?”
ALBEDO pauses the second you whine about his dick being too big to fit inside of you, his head cocked to the side in a curious manner as his gaze meets your teary eyes. While he’s an attentive and observant lover, he also can’t deny that his cock twitches inside of you at hearing you say that.
Hetells you matter-of-factly that there’s no need to worry, that your body is quite literally made for this and that it’s obvious in the way your cunt is basically sucking him in, before continuing to push in until he bottoms out, your hips flush together. If you haven’t relaxed until then, he’s honestly at a loss of what to do, though a feeling of pride spreads through his veins when you finally moan and mewl in pleasure rather than in fear. He just loves being correct.
“Oh? Look at you, dripping wet around my dick. Didn’t I tell you you were going to be alright? You’re literally made to take my dick, love, and it seems you’re a natural at it, too.”
When you first tell him to stop, please, that his dick is never going to fit inside of you, XIAO scoffs, his eyebrows drawn together into a frown. For a moment, he genuinely thinks you’re making fun of him, though he quickly stops moving when he notices that there’s tears welling up in your eyes.
Thelast thing he wants is to hurt you, which is why he pauses immediately. It doesn’t matter how aroused he is, your comfort is his top priority, which is why he’ll only continue once you give him the consent to. Even when he finally bottoms out inside of you, his hips flush with yours and with you mewling underneath him, he checks in on you to make sure you’re alright.
“Fuck, I—, please, love, are you alright? Tell me. How are you feeling? May I continue? Fuck, you’re so damn tight around me.”
warnings: cursing, general stupidity, mildly suggestive lol
kaeya: game of thrones is more popular than shakespeare will ever be.
lisa: …no?
xingqiu (purposefully making an understatement): i mean this is a loving community and im not one to kink shame, but yeah, being attracted to dead bodies is a littlegross.
chongyun (taking him completely seriously): a LITTLE?!
ningguang: you. you are the reason i am gay. you see all of this??? this is your fault. you’ve got nobody to blame but yourself for my hatred of men.
zhongli: …good morning to you too?
kujo sara: i got you a pair of boxers that have micro-penis embroidered on the crotch. you have to wear them every time you go to the club or on a date. if and when someone sees it and asks what it means, the only thing you can say is “do you like it?” happy birthday and go fuck yourself.
itto: thanks
traveler: it has been foretold that i will become a sugar baby and i will make sure that this prophecy comes true.
childe: i could be your sugar dadd-
traveler: i think the fuck not.
itto: is tiddy milk actual milk? like does it have dairy in it because if so, what if the baby is lactose intolerant or something. like me personally, i cant have dairy but i love tiddies so if i was a baby id risk it. you know what i mean?
im doing random characters so send who you want me to do next!
this is a crack fic as per usual
woz’s thought of the day: free miko from my serenitea pot
warnings: cursing, dumbasses being dumbasses, improper grammar bc i never paid attention to it in school and now i cant read or write oops lol
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itto
- somehow always shows up when someone is messing with you
- like even if a little kid bumps into you he’ll pop up behind you out of NOWHERE like “do it again bitch see what happens”
- we know hes not above fighting a child
- begs you to join his gang every single day promising he’ll share the snacks he won from an 8 year old with you (but you know he never will)
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jean
- “dont come in my office” but always leaves a chair next to her desk bc she knows youll come in anyways
- you drag her out of her office and she flails around like a child bc she needs to finish the work that she has to turn in in 3 years
- you guys sit under the big windrise tree (names are hard and i dont feel like looking it up) and take naps
- jean is so petty if shes upset w you she’ll put you on the cleanup crew ™️ (ft noelle) and make you chase after klee
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ayato
- he’s so bratty its hilarious
- you go out for dinner and when the check comes he just gets up and leaves??? “someone else usually covers it” BITCH YOU CANT JUST LEAVE????
- gives the worst advice ever but we love him for that
- you’re stressed abt work? just get someone else to do it
- ask him to do your work for you and he’ll look at you like you’re a psychopath
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xiao
- ZERO social skills idk how you guys became friends
- like you’ll be relaxing by yourself and he’ll show up out of nowhere
“…”
“hello”
“THE FUCK-”
- the kind of friend whos brutally honest with you without any hesitation
“that outfit is terrible”
“xiao this is an outfit YOU picked for me bc you hated all the others”
“did i stutter”
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kujo sara
- shogun stans ™️
- lowkey kind of a tsundere friend? she’ll never admit that she really enjoys your company.
- yall became friends bc you talked once and she decided she liked you so she would follow you around (but at a distance bc she doesnt know how to start a casual conversation)
- you eventually went up to her and asked if she was ok and the rest is history
- naur bc if yall are REALLY CLOSE she’ll rant to you and she has a lotto say
“how the fuck did the shogun change her mind so quickly abt the vision hunt decree i poured my blood sweat and tears into enforcing that shit-”
“sara it is 3AM can this wait 4 more hours-”
“idare you to interrupt me again”
i think i have carpal tunnel from playing hatsune miku colorful stage
… the look of absolute, raging anger in Itto’s eyes as you lay there in front of him, blood oozing from the corners of your bruised lips, your body limp from the exhaustion and sore from the bruises that littered your body from head to toe. Itto was for the most part, calm, very calm. His breathing was heavy, his footsteps were so quiet you’d think that he almost wasn’t there. Outstretching his strong arm towards you, his fingers gently traced your beaten face. Anger boiled in his heart as raging screams started to echoe throughout the massive field you were in.
You were foolish enough to take a commission in regards to handling some treasure hoarders, underestimating their skills along the process. They caught you off guard in the dark of the night, stealing you away into their camp as they toyed with you, threatening to gut you like a fish as you begged them to set you free, that you wouldn’t go anywhere near them but the cruel men just weren’t having it.
He knew something bad was going to happen, that’s why he followed you. That’s why there’s red hot blood on the ground and his hair, that’s why there is the disgusting smell of gore on his weapon. The cries of the men fell on deaf ears as he swung his claymore like a madman, slicing through anything and anyone that dared to stand in his path. They ignored your pleas for mercy, why should he listen to theirs? He was going to teach these bastards a lesson, and they were going to pay with their lives. He made a mental note to be extra sweet towards you, to spoil you a bit more than usual once this was all said and done.
synopsis: general scenarios genshin characters and reader go through during winter!
writer’s note: merry christmas to all & happy holidays to my followers! you guys definitely motivate me to post more, so thank you! what i’ve written is more catering to winter generally. venti’s got a mention of holiday songs, but not any specifics in mind. itto’s is about a new year’s festival! so happy i got him haha
i’ve been nothing but excited to work on this, hence the longer scenarios and such. hope you guys enjoy reading as much as i did writing!
content under the cut!
YOU’RE HEARTWARMING. LITERALLY.
CHILDE
on the rare occasion he gets an extra break during winter, he’ll take you out somewhere in snezhnaya. usually a popular shopping district!
the two of you walk down the snowy, illuminated streets while he’s off in his own world retelling a memory from his childhood. he insists on holding all of the numerous bags; it only gives the impression to onlookers that you two are a lovely close-knit couple (but he’ll stop himself from admitting that thought to you you for now).
not only that, but it’s not exactly hard to miss the lingering look of adoration in his eyes whenever his gaze is upon you.
however that look only twists in concern when he sees you rubbing your numb hands together in a desperate attempt at warming them. his heart aches when he sees the way you shiver from the biting wind.
setting the bags down lightly, he pauses in the middle of his steps and you do too. you look over at him with curiosity as the harbinger takes his own gloves off, placing them by cupping his hands with yours. his hands are warm, you note. a stark contrast compared to yours.
he parts to reach for his red scarf and scolds you for not preparing accordingly for the weather. his fingers move deftly to cover all of your exposed skin, wrapping the scarf carefully around your neck.
the scarf radiates warmth from its previous wearer, his scent wafting through your nose. you want nothing but to bury your face deeper into the soft material and sigh happily, but if you did that in front of childe he would never stop teasing you.
speaking of the redhead, he’s already picking the bags up and walking again. clearing your throat, you follow suit. “what about you? aren’t you cold?” his eyes flash over to you immediately at the sound of your voice.
“hm?” he cocks his head, “don’t worry about me partner! i’m used to this weather, and snezhnaya has had much worse.”
you can practically feel the proud grin he has on his face without even looking at him. he’s oozing confidence. “alright, but you’re taking them back when we get to your house.”
“it’s fine, you can keep them i promise!” he insists. you only sigh, giving in to his stubborn nature.
the walk only continues in a comfortable silence, the only thing heard was the heavy trudging through snow and slight clinking of metals from his expensive clothing.
“they look better on you anyway,” he mutters inaudibly.
THOMA
thoma knows how to knit. so when the colder season comes rolling around the corner in inazuma, he’s already got a hand-knit scarf and mittens ready for you. he’s remembered your favorite color and even chose the most comfortable yet durable yarn!
he just didn’t expect you to wear them so often. almost everytime you go out, the sight of you wearing the mittens renders him sighing dreamily with a dopey grin.
“hey! i’ll be ready in a second, i just can’t find my scarf,” you scratch the back of your neck bashfully and invite the blonde into your home.
he looks around, nervous. this is the first time he’s been inside of your house, he swallows and sets his shoes down. it’s small but definitely pleasant, homey and inviting. “it’s fine,” he smiles sheepishly, “if you want i can help you look for it!”
you deadpan at him, “no. you do enough helping– for archons’ sake, tonight is supposed to be an off day for you! no helping, just sit here,” you sigh in mock exasperation jokingly and he only laughs, assuring that he won’t move an inch.
while seated, thoma can’t help but think that the sight of you running around your own home frantically searching for something is adorably domestic. before he can indulge in the thought anymore, he hears a relieved shout coming from the other room.
“found it!” you come running down the hall, wrapping the scarf around your neck and motioning at him with your hand. “come on, let’s get going! we’re gonna be late and i don’t wanna even think about arguing to the attendant,” you babble on about how difficult it was to get reservations at this time of the year to the high end hot pot restaurant which he loved and frequented.
thoma chuckles, shaking his head and putting his shoes on. he holds the door open for you with one hand, looking at your outfit.
what you wore was nice and complimented the weather. what stuck out to him was the sight of you in the scarf he had knitted himself– the way it tied the whole outfit together made his lips quirk upwards in the slightest.
hopefully he’ll see you wear the newly-knitted sweater he had sitting on his bed for you just as much.
ZHONGLI
he constantly has a hot cup of tea waiting for you. your favorite brew, decaf or not– all up to your preference! if you’re not a big fan of the bitterness tea brings, he has lighter leaves to combat that as well!
the weather drops significantly in liyue during winter; nowhere near as cold as snezhnaya, but still chilly nonetheless. he really doesn’t want you to get sick; but he can’t really do much as the two of you are busy with your own work. which is why he’s invited you over for a chat the instant he heard from hu tao about how you had caught a cold.
“what’s this?” you sniffle, putting your shoes by the doorway and striding up to zhongli.
he’s sitting by the fire with a new set of teacups that look antique. upon closer inspection, it’s of a traditional liyuean design, definitely not anything you’d see being made lately. he hums, “i was cleaning out some things and found it for you. it’s a set made to remedy ill conditions like colds and sore throats,” he rubs the set clean with a hot cloth and sets a cup down gingerly.
“that’s possible? how– and why do you have this?” you stare at the cups in awe and the male besides you chuckles.
“one moment,” he leaves to his kitchen momentarily before coming back with a familiar canister of tea leaves, gesturing for you to sit down.
“it’s a long story, but the adeptus used to–” he jumps slightly at the unexpected sound of your sneeze, pulling out a handkerchief.
he hands it to you, brows furrowed in concern. “i have some bamboo shoot soup cooking in the kitchen but it won’t be ready for a while. are you free to stay the evening?”
you nod eagerly at his request, “your bamboo shoot soup is seriously the best! i’m gonna be cured in no time at this rate,” you laugh out, suddenly abashed you avert your gaze to the cups. “thanks, you really didn’t have to do this,”
“nonsense,” he gives you a small smile, already onto preparing the hot water and tea leaves.
DILUC
he gives you his coat, the dark jacket he has on most the time. the first time he gave it to you, he said that he’d be fine with his vest alone, and that he has a spare.
it’s hefty, his coat. you can tell it definitely wasn’t something cheap from its weight which allows it to warm you instantly. you can see why he wears it so much now.
he’s lent it to you so much that its initial scent has grown tame, the smoking firewood and faint sweetness from alcohol brewing fading. you’ve tried to return it to him, but he insists that it does you more good than with him. after all, he does have a spare!
which is why he’s surprised you’re gifting it back to him with some embellishments and newly embroidered designs on it.
“i don’t know if you’ll like it,” you fumble with the bag as you present the gift to him, “but i spent a lot of time on it!”
diluc takes the coat out and stares at it with an interested gleam in his eye. “it’s,” he pauses, hand trailing down a sleeve that has a beautiful yet fashionable new design sewn onto it, “it’s wonderful. you did this?”
you nod eagerly, smiling. “yeah! it took a lot of practice, but i think it’s pretty neat! do you like it?”
“i do,” he nods at you, “thank you. are you going to be fine the walk home?” he eyes your clothes warily, already seeing how your arms suppress a noticeable tremble.
you only laugh nervously, looking away as you wave at him, “i’ll be okay! i don’t really live far from the tavern and today isn’t that cold!”
diluc only huffs, shaking his head and he offers an arm, ears heating up as you look directly into his eyes questioningly. “i’ve already closed up. come on.”
XIAO
he can’t do much, is what he tells himself. but when xiao sees you shivering on the balcony of wangshu inn just to visit him amidst the wintery season of liyue, he feels bad.
he should do something to keep you warm and comfortable, the cold doesn’t necessarily bother him but seeing you shake and cupping your hands together makes him ponder what he could do.
he can’t really offer you any clothes, and you won’t go inside where it’s warm whenever he tells you to. he suggested a blanket or something of the sorts, but you claimed that it would just get dirty. he told you to layer up– but you didn’t exactly have any jackets or sweaters thick enough. “i wanna keep you company!”
he scoffs, at your words, crossing his arms. “you can do that inside. i’m not that far.”
you only whine, “it won’t be the same. and it’s not even that cold, really!”
“you were sick last week.”
“not anymore!” you grin at him. xiao doesn’t say anything, seemingly contemplating something with a crease in his brows. all of a sudden, an idea comes to mind. you’re sitting next to him in silence, closing your eyes as a harsh gust of wind sweeps through. xiao shifts, turning his body to face the direction of the wind.
at the sudden absence of wind slapping at your face, you open your eyes to see xiao’s back.
he turned in order to block the breeze.
you feel your face burn, muttering out a quiet ‘thank you’ and he only nods.
RAIDEN SHOGUN
she can’t do a lot other than fluctuate the weather to suit your current condition.
if you’re showing the slightest signs of discomfort from the cold, expect a clear sky with a bright sun as soon as she notices. it doesn’t take long for her to notice either, ei is scarily perceptive.
if you’re sick, she’ll definitely watch out for you and make sure the least amount of casualties come your way (the ones in her control). it worries her seeing you not in your best condition and she wants nothing but for you to feel happy and healthy soon!
she’ll send commands from her plane of euthymia to keep tabs on you, ensuring your health and wellbeing. ei would personally summon you– but she doesn’t want to risk putting any strain on your body from doing so.
“i’m fine, really,” you hand a small tri-color dango to the concerned purple haired woman. “i stopped coughing and sneezing yesterday, and i’m perfectly fine in here with you!”
she purses her lips, eyes glossing over with unease. “if you say so. i will try to help aid in preventing this matter from happening to you ever again. i’ve already taken the extra precaution.” she accepts the treat and smiles softly at you.
letting out a small sigh, you take a sip from your dango milk and stare at your lap. “it’s nice that you care about my wellbeing, but you should watch yours as well.”
ei only tilts her head in confusion, “i can assure you i won’t get sick, plane of euthymia or not.”
you laugh, “i mean– mentally. you say you’re fine but, aren’t you lonely in here? i mean i can’t always drop by like this. i don’t wanna hassle you, and it’s indecent of me to intrude,”
she only sets down her food, staring at you with a reassuring fondness. “i don’t mind having you here. your company is enjoyable, i only wish you could stay longer.” you hope she doesn’t notice your wide eyes and flustered expression. (but she does!)
VENTI
venti loves winter with you! from making snowmen in the coast of dragonspine to singing winter jingles together on starsnatch cliff, he finds that no activity is boring with you around.
most the things you do together may seem childish, but to venti he just sees it as opportunities to bond and have a good time!
winter in mondstadt means a festive setting and that comes with plenty of holiday songs. he enjoys singing them with you, whether he’s the main vocalist or the faint echo in the back.
something about the way you laugh out of embarrassment as you finish a song with him makes his heart stutter in its pace. but if he were to be asked what he enjoyed the most about winter so far, it would definitely be the thing you two were doing right now.
“ah, can you hand me the eggwash?” you reach over for a clean brush and venti obliges to your request, sliding you the mixture.
“thank you,” you hum, getting to work immediately. venti only watches you and his eyes light up in curiosity.
“when will the pie be ready?” he grins, tracing shapes in the spilled flour. “please tell me it’ll be ready soon, it’ll be ready soon right?”
your eyes narrow at him, “venti this isn’t the first time we’ve made an apple pie together. it’ll take two to three hours before we can eat it, cooling and all.” he groans, fully knowing what your reply would be. still, it doesn’t make him any less distraught. you only sigh.
“if it’ll make you happy, i can make some apple crisps with the leftover apples while we wait. it’ll only take about ten minutes, promise!” his cheering brings a small smile to your face as you put the pie in the oven.
now for the rest of the two or so hours, you have no idea how to contain him.
ITTO
staking out and snowballing kujou sara.
is what he wishes the two of you could do, but he’s got way more fun activities in mind! during this time of year, yoimiya puts out the most impressive fireworks at the new years festival and he wants nothing but to watch it with you this year!
he’s got nothing but one goal in mind, to make sure you enjoy the experience as much as possible. he’s taken the extra steps of snagging a lot of jobs beforehand to have a hefty amount of mora to spend on food for the two of you. he wouldn’t normally do this, but for you he wanted to go above and beyond.
“do you need any help with that?” you glance over to the oni whose arms are borderline bursting with different snacks and such.
he looks at you with a stuffed mouth, grinning from ear to ear. “nope! i goth this coveredth!” following him up the small hill, he leads you to a side of the festival that doesn’t have much people.
the two of you settle down and chat and you occasionally laugh at his silly antics. right now he had two wooden sticks from the skewered dango hanging from his mouth, making impressions of animals.
suddenly, he turns his head and takes the sticks out, pointing ahead. “it’s starting, alright! shhh!”
confused, you look in the direction he had his attention trained on. not a minute later, a large high pitched sound fills the air and a bright firework lights up the sky. multiple follow, and the cheering of people and loud noises can be heard in the distance.
itto joins in on the noise and gets up with two pots in hand, repeatedly banging them together. you laugh at the scene, apparently it was an inazuman tradition to scare off bad spirits and bring in good luck for the upcoming year.
“come on, you try!” he grins boyishly as he hands you the pots, taking your wrist in his hand as he pulls you up. he definitely succeeded in making you enjoy the experience– of his company.
‧ ˏˋ ARATAKI ITTO﹐◜CANDY POP! ◞ ̣ ͘ ┈─ I ONLY want it when it feels like this, I only wanna feel the bliss on bliss!
ׄ ׅ ★̶̲ WARNINGS 、fem!reader╱stepcest╱daddy kink ╱ age gap ╱cunnilingus╱ mirror sex ╱overstimulation╱slightdumbification╱slight mutual pining ╱ size kink ╱creampie╱ pussydrunk itto╱messy plot ╱ pet names ╱ slight degradation ( like once )╱male masturbation╱minors and dc antis do not interact.
ׄ ׅ ★̶̲ NOTE 、ikk i said fic but my brain wasn’t cooperating :c ts isn’t my best nd i’m not too proud but pls enjoy & reblog / comment plspls i used a whole lotta brain juice t_t
ׄ ׅ ★̶̲ WORD COUNT 、3.2k+
PERHAPS IT’S HIS initial instinct as a man; to immediately defile you in his mind. Ponder over imaginary scenarios with you crying his name, clawing and marking your claim over his body, to bend and fold you every possible way until you break. Maybe it’s just natural…something he has no moral control over because no matter how much he tries to stop, he can’t.
Itto doesn’t want to treat you like that. You’re too good to be seen as a piece of meat, but you plague his mind too often for him to daydream otherwise. You tempt him in ways he can’t ignore, and internal disputes on whether or not it’s purposeful are futile, simply because a man like him only chases one thing. Itto longs for that fill to his craving. The need for sweetness to settle on his tongue, seep into his taste buds and send a buzz to his brain as he relishes the taste is a must for him. Itto has yet to find something to satiate his thirst…will you be that for him? He’s sure you will.
He has this charm that’s undeniable. That charm is what brought him into your life in the first place. Silly banter and a million-dollar smile; the perfect recipe to have pretty girls like you wrapped around his fingers. And there’s the slight possibility that you aren’t as easy as you appear, but he’ll put that to the test.
He starts slow. Long stares that pan over your body, stopping at your thighs and running upward. Just looking at you has him imagining how small you’d be beneath him… how he could easily overpower you and have you squealing for him to stop—and then he’s acting on these thoughts. Gradually moving to lingering touches and smooth innuendoes that leave you thinking about them later. He wants you to feel how he feels. He wants that burning desire to kill you until it’s too much and you can’t take it anymore. He wants you to fall so hard that you run straight into his arms. Itto is much smarter than he leads on, he knows you’ll take the bait.
It didn’t take long. He’s been waiting for this day. The day you come to his room, knocking sheepishly on the frame of the door while leaning on it, your clothes minimal and tight, your face laid low and innocently. He smiles softly at you, watching your nervous mannerisms as you stumble over your words. “C-can I talk to you…?”
Your fingers dance along with each other, your right foot spinning against the floor. “Of course.” he pats the spot beside him. You’re hesitant to move, stopping yourself before fully moving deeper into the room. You and Itto had never been close. Ever since he and your mom got together, you’d never been fully interested in welcoming him into your family. As far as you were concerned, he was your mom’s problem– but lately, your opinion has begun to shift. You find this weird interest. An interest that has you slowly creeping toward him, your mind spewing nasty thoughts just by the way he watches you.
You’re by his side, your short skirt riding up your thighs. His breath hitches, his eyes slowly drifting up and down your body. You’re so close– so close that he’s slowly losing patience. “I was just wondering…if- if you could help me move my stuff out?” He’s hardly listening. He nods as if he were, but his eyes aren’t shy to tell otherwise. “My friend wants me to move in and we already found an apartment…I didn’t know who else to ask–”
You pause. His hand lands on your forearm, index finger brushing over the goosebumps that rose from the depths of your skin. “Of course. Anything for you…” you don’t know why that statement has you choked up. You swallow a large gulp, nodding frantically. You try to hide it; the obvious effect he has on you, but your body tells on you. Your minimal interaction was more than enough for him to throw away his sense. You’re trying to leave. Pressing your feet against the floor and lifting off the bed. Pulling your arm from his grasp– leaving his touch. Itto isn’t about to let you slip away like that. Not when he has you, how and where he wants you.
He tightens his grip on your arm, and without him having to utter a single word, you’re back in your seat. How about that? You’re so easy. “Good girl…” he praises. He moves closer. His hand runs up the length of your arm, pulling you closer. You feel his breath brush on you, raising the hairs on your skin straight. You freeze completely, following the flow he sets. It’s in no time you’re face to face, his body stretched over you to lean his lips close to yours. “You want this just as bad as I do, don’t you?”
Perhaps it was the overwhelming emotions or the closeness of the two of you, but you find yourself immediately nodding a rampant ‘yes’, your wide eyes boring into his. His lips find yours, roughly pressing down as his tongue tenderly pulls your lips apart, slipping into your mouth. He overwhelms you in just five seconds, having you fall backward on the bed. His arm is quick to sweep you before you fall, catching you over his forearm and leaning you down. This allows him to gain further control, deepening the intimacy. Your arms raise around his build, wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling him into you. Your legs instinctively open around him, allowing him to position right over you. It’s then that you realize what you’ve done, and how far you’ve gone. “I- Itto..!”
Your mind swirls in a whirlwind. You’re caught up in a swarm of hormones and emotions, lost and so far gone that you essentially have no consciousness over your decisions. You don’t know why, and you argue with yourself internally over it, but you push his head further down your body and to your chest, arching into him. “I need you… Please,daddy?”
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Itto has waited so long for this. He’s in a state of ignorant euphoria, completely ignoring the way you squirm and clench, gorging himself greedily on your cunt. His face is soaked in your essence and sweat, dripping off of about an hour of nonstop orgasms, forcing them out of you by the grace of his tongue. He should be tired, but his stamina is on a different level, never faltering as his tongue whips and swirls through your folds. Your clit is abused and tired, sensitive to even the draft of air blowing through the room.
You feel your orgasm creeping up on you for the- what? 4th? 5th? You’ve lost count, but you know he’s pulled so many from you to the point that the knot tying in your tummy is nothing but a tingle, a shock that sparks once to your fucked out brain. Your body is laid over the end of the bed, your head hanging off the side and your eyes stuck staring at your reflection in the mirror behind you. You watch him as he peels your legs further apart as your subconscious closes them, forcing your hips to the bed as he sucks on your clit. Tears fall down your face out of overstimulation, your body too tired to even blink and fight the pleasure. Your core tightens for the nth time, your stomach wrenching and cunt twitching as your high crashes down upon you. Indistinctly, he’s murmuring against you, but you can infer it’s the same thing he’s been saying for the last hour: “Give it to me, baby. Let me have it, let me taste it– let that pretty pussy make a mess on my face.”
You do. With this sweetest hum and lift of your hips, your clit twitches, and your hole spasms, another stream of cum seeping from your depths and further soiling the sheets. His tongue doesn’t hesitate, slipping with ease in and out of your pussy, obnoxiously drinking up your taste. Itto has yearned for the sweetness that’ll satisfy his endless sweet tooth. You’ve fulfilled his hunger– but his carnal,predatorial desire is far from subdued. His cock aches against the binds of his clothes, a painful throb panging through his shaft as his need for release prolongs. He finally parts from your cunt, tongue swiping over his face and licking up the remnants of your taste, moaning at you on his tongue once more.
He’s quick to unbuckle his pants and discard them, his boxers tossed away soon after. You see his reflection in the mirror– the angry, red tip of his cock leaking a puddle of precum in his slit, the protruding vein that runs from the underside of his cock to the head, thick and ready to blow. You see him all together, the happy trail that leads to the trimmed bush at the base of his dick, the broadness of his shoulders and definition in his muscles… internally, you’re freaking out. Everything about him is so bigandmature. He’s so different compared to the other guys you’ve been with before, from the body to the way he empties your pretty head, there’s not a guy who does it like him.
Itto slips his middle and ring finger into your cunt, the slightly warmed metal of the rings on his fingers leaving you gasping. He drags the digits along your walls, picking up your abundance of slick. Your voice is at a whisper, quiet whimpers sneaking through your lips at the action. “So pretty f’me, princess…”
His fingers are pulled from you, his hand wrapping around the circumference of his cock. Wet from your slick, he groans at the calloused touch of his hand, dragging it up the shaft and sighing shakily. He stares you down in the mirror, eyes meeting yours as he jerks himself off. “Can’t wait to fuck ya’…been waiting so long to feel you around me, babydoll.” his words are somewhat unlike him. Sultry and teasing. It’s evident that it’s not for you, but for him. “Tell daddy how much you want his cock.”
Your breath pauses in your throat, the shamelessness in his words nearly appalling to you. You can admit it’s attractive, and with the huskiness in his voice, it sends shivers coursing through your veins. You can hardly speak anymore– and he should know this, he is the one who tore your voice to shreds earlier by constant pleasure. “You want me to fuck you stupid…wear you down and burn you out from fucking you nonstop on my dick. Tell me you want me to,”
His hisses are more frequent, coming as he teases himself. He leans forward, angling his hips to line up with yours. His cock presses against your cunt, slipping between your labia and falling into a hug by your folds. Wet and warm, he shivers at your feel, using his left hand to position him at your clit before pushing his hips to you, gyrating against you. His mouth drops to produce low moans, his hand propping him up while he uses the opposite to pull you up, leaving the two of you face to face again. “Go on.”
Your lips brush against each other, the air growing condensed between the two of you. It must be some sort of seduction trick because you can suddenly feel all sense returning to you, the stimulation to your clit while being face to face with him reawakening your awareness. Your mouth falls to a crack, your cute whimpers falling through. You nod a ‘yes’, humming as you lean up to him, planting your lips on his in a kiss. “I need it, daddy. So bad..so bad, daddy please–!” you mumble against him. So desperate, so whiny, your voice is sweet in the way you kindly ask, and Itto swears he’s found heaven.
He’s biting on your lip, smiling as he slowly pulls away from you. Your legs open around him, his body repositioning to properly align himself with your hole. With no more time wasted, he’s pushing slowly into you, letting you feel every inch sink in with hisses and heavy breaths. You cry out initially, your toes curling at his entry and your body tensing up. Itto is quick to aid you, building up a ball and spitting onto your cunt, letting the saliva dribble down to where his cock lay nestled inside you before grabbing your right arm and guiding your fingers to toy with your clit. “Just like that…fuck, princess, you’re so fuckin’ tight…”
His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he pushes further to bottom out, groaning as your pelvis meet each other. “Ah, fuck.” if Itto thought you felt good on his face– you feel even crazier around him. You wrap your limbs tight around him, pulling him closer to you to hide in his neck, panting and whimpering at the stretch of your pussy. You’re filled to the brim and he hasn’t even done anything yet, and with this, you’re sure he’ll break you. “‘M gonna start moving, so you hang on tight,” you nod quickly, snuggling deeper into his skin and bracing yourself.
His hands move from your torso to your waist, pulling you back in unison with his hips, slowly to let you feel the revelation of just how big he is with every inch. He holds you off for only a moment before meeting your hips in a rough collision, meeting you in the middle with his hips thrusting upward as he brings you down. You cry out loudly, sinking both your teeth and nails into his skin. His left hand goes down to your ass and gropes the fat, squishing the meat in his big palm before slapping it, “Atta girl. You can take it all like this, right, baby?”
“Mhm..! Want it all!—fuck!” and so it begins. A slow, agonizing beginning with deep, precise thrusts and heavy collisions. Tears are already brimming in your eyes and you can’t help but squeal every time his entire length delves into you, his balls slapping against your ass and the base of his cock hitting your clit. His grunts in your ears are like music to your ears, deep and guttural to the point where it’s providing extra stimuli. The mirror gives Itto the perfect view of how cute you are, pressed so tightly and clinging so hard to his body as if you were horrified of letting go. In practice, you’re so much better than what he imagined. So much cuter. So much more tailored perfectly to him, like you were made to serve and be fucked by him. He wants to treat you as his princess. Spoil you in pleasure and fuck you weak like you deserve, but this pit of fire in his chest burns otherwise. And maybe this is another instinct that comes with being a man, but taking you slowly isn’t enough for him. He needs to fuck you like an animal.
That’s enough for him to pull out of you, pull you off of him without a word, and push you against the mattress. He’s flipping you to your stomach with obvious aggression, tuning out your questions, and yanking your hips back. He arches your ass high in the air, smoothing his hand down the curve of your back and pushing the back of your head to shove your face into the mattress, the other hand positioning his cock before he’s wasting no time slamming back into you. Your eyes immediately widen and your jaw drops, squeals and yelps flowing from your throat as he holds no mercy, criminally pounding you with no second thought. He plows your cunt, every ounce of strength being put into his thrusts. With every connection of his tip to your G-spot, you swear you see stars cloud your vision, your body seemingly soaking in bliss.
You’re forced to look into the mirror, watching his face contort from pleasured to determined, eyebrows furrowing and cheeks blowing and deflating, a repeated cycle as his eyes zero in on the way your pussy swallows him up with ease. He hasn’t had a taste of a pussy this good in so long that he’s losing himself, his head feeling like a blur as his first orgasm rushes up upon him. His grunts shift to moans, unabashedly sounding from his gut as he approaches his high. “Oh, fuck! Fuckfuckfuck– gonna cum inside you–!”
One final thrust has him dumping ropes of thick cum and pent-up frustration deep inside you, his hips twitching slightly as he dumps his load. His moans are incredibly arousing to you and you’re whining just by hearing them, pushing your hips back against him and grinding–fucking yourself on his cock. His hand comes down against your ass, slapping it with a grin on his face. “So fuckin’ sexy, princess,” he muses, leaning over your body. He dips his head in the crook of your neck, lips kissing the tender skin. His tongue pokes through his lips, running from your neck to your shoulder where he kisses once more. “Gonna fuck you so full. ‘M not stopping ‘til I’ve given you everything I got.”
“I want it all…” you sniffle, connecting your eyes through the mirror. He only grins wider, brushing the side of your face with his fingers. “I know. My angel’s gonna take every last bit, like the fucktoy she is..”
He starts again. Rough and mean, calloused hands grabbing your biceps and tugging you to him. His hips are like magic, hitting every and any spot perfectly, with just enough power that your voice is on a loop. Your hips smack with disgusting wetness, the sound loudly bouncing off the walls. His name rolls off your tongue with ease, cry’s, and pleas that “‘’s too much!” filling his ears. He loves this. How your cunt contracts around him and how your voice sings his praises, it’s like heaven for him.
“Rub your clit..make yourself cum, princess,” he whispers, changing the pace at which he fucks you. He returns to the slower, deeper thrusts, watching as you obediently toy with your clit before ferociously attacking the sensitive bud, contrasting completely to him and fighting for your orgasm. Your head throws backward and your toes curl, it’s coming. You don’t even have to say anything before he’s picking up the pace once more, sloppily railing into you. It’s all too much, and before you know it, you’re seeing white, your eyes rolling and your body falling limp as your orgasm knocks upon you. Your voice wears out by then, your body slumping to the mattress weakly as Itto lets you go, admiring the way your pussy spasms around him.
He takes no pause in letting you come down from your high, flipping you back over and raising your legs to your chest. Translucent white drips down your pussy, so pretty and making you shine. Itto wishes he would’ve done this sooner.
It continues on into the night. You’re riding him, laying sideways, being crushed beneath him, curling up, getting on the floor– you’re sure Itto made sure to put you in every position and fuck you on every surface in his bedroom, making you cum with each one. It’s amazing how much stamina a determined Arataki Itto holds. It’s even scary when he has no remorse for abusing your cunt like nothing. Maybe you’ll stay home and won’t try to move out– but if you do, he’s sure to help you make some memories before you go.
#summary: a chance competition win puts you right in the sights - and bed - of your favourite camboy, arataki itto. #pairing:camboy!itto/afab!reader #warnings: modern au, dom itto, sub reader, genital piercings, facefucking, vaginal/anal/oral, size difference, squirting, creampies, marathon sex, multiple orgasms, mind break, sex toys, dp/tp #notes: this isn’t proofread at all help girl. itto being a camboy isn’t hugely relevant to the plot… also do not think too hard about the logistics of this contest LMAOOO #word count:4k #tagged:@kamisathoes@vlyntage
warnings:fingering (and heavy on the hand kink!), kinda dom! itto, reader calls him daddy like once, marking (i deadass think this man would give you love bites and mark you as his own. don’t argue with me), overstimulating, i think my oral fixation popped out at one point… idk what else this was a lot lmao.
It was too much. Pleasure surged through every inch of your body as you went limp. If someone were to see you right now, they would think a monstrous oni was ravaging you.
But you wanted this. You begged for him to take you underneath the sakura tree, you could care less if anyone saw. All you wanted was to be encased in Itto’s toned arms as your poor clit was abused by his marked fingers, oni blood flowing through the veins that dared to pop out of his skin.
