#nsfw fic
DUAL WIELDING
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Link has never sparred with Sidon. Not until today. He’s never gone this far with him, either. Not until today.
sidlink/4.4k/oneshot pwp /rated e
… unhinged smut is back
NSFW IS BACK AND THIS ONE IS ONLY FOR MY NSFW TAGLIST <3
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This work is for R+18 audiences <3
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Warming Up
Ship: Yanfei x AFAB!reader
Genre: Smut (a little hurt comfort)
Trigger/Content Warnings:NSFW, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Hypothermia trope, reader is selective mute and uses sign, reader also works at a bar, pre-established relationship, first aid gone sexual, Yanfei has some reptilian/adepti traits so like ¼ monster fucking maybe??, cunillingus(receiving), fingering(receiving)
Word Count:1.8k
Masterlist:Happy Holidays ;)
It was a cruel trek from the bar you worked at back to your home in Liyue and unfortunately, your transportation options did not include the niceties of “weather permitting” options. In your hands was a neatly wrapped box of liquors your boss had given you for being such a charming worker despite being of so little words, especially while working a holiday shift. The bottles clanged in an obnoxious high-pitched clamor when you stepped up the cobblestone stairs to the street next to yours, causing your sound-sensitive self to flinch violently. Unfortunately this only caused the bottles to rattle more and you internally cursed yourself at becoming the source of such a loathsome ruckus. Your jaw unconsciously grits as you change your grasp of the box.
It was unfairly cold this year. You didn’t expect the temperature to drop so severely and you hated the involuntary shivers that rippled through your body at the windchill. It had to be significantly below freezing…
You encouraged yourself internally that things would be fine once you got home to your girlfriend. She always had this wonderful habit of greeting you with a generous and loving smile that warmed your heart. She was also the fortunate holder of a vision- a Pyro vision, specifically. Normally you would be scared to interact with someone who could probably burn your house down if they sneezed the wrong way, but Yanfei was different. She always executed the utmost care regarding her vision and knew the local law by heart. That second part was no surprise considering her career in law, but her personality wasn’t the stereotypical droll of a lawyer. She never seemed focused on the Mora of the job, but rather wanting to keep the area where you two lived a peaceful area. When she had told you about her ideals months prior, you felt your heart warm at the thought. She’s beautiful inside andout…
Yanfei also never minded your silence. While there were awkward moments, she never seemed to hold it against you or address them. Rather instead she picked up sign language to talk with you.
“You can speak with this, right? If not I can figure something else out,” the pinkette grinned at you, starting to sign a broken sentence. You, who’d known sign for a couple years at this point, tried to disguise your smile.
“What? Did I say something wrong?”
You didn’t have the heart to inform her that instead of what she meant to sign, she signed “How was fuck?”
You smiled unconsciously remembering your girlfriend’s inquisitive face and how it warped once you wrote to her what she actually said. Her eyes widened significantly past her normally sleepy expression and her hands shot up in an apologetic gesture, as if she were afraid she offended you. You loved that woman so much.
The area around you blurred a bit. It felt as if you hadn’t had enough to eat yet today. Only a bit longer until you’d make it home, you could do this. Think positively! It honestly wasn’t that bad out.
… how long had you been out in this weather? You vaguely realized your arms were locked around the box of booze in a vice you don’t think you could easily move. Fortunately your blood still ran hot in your legs and you kept walking.
Your hands grew paler during your walk and the edges of your knuckles burnt an uncanny red, like a sunburn. Your legs kept moving.
The breath began to burn going in and out of your windpipe. Your pulse hammered harder. Yet your legs kept moving.
Each crunch of your feet crushing snow beneath you spurred you on with the thought that you would make it home soon to your girlfriend, that she would greet you with that smile from her desk then wrap you up in her arms in a gentle hug and you’d spend the rest of your holiday with the woman you loved most…
A door was thrown open and you were abruptly pulled inside. You vaguely recognized the lights around you before the sound of the box in your hands crashing to the floor nearly stopped your heart. Your head became too warm and mushy to understand what was going on, and your vision blurred even more severely.
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Blearily, your eyes opened to the view of your living room ceiling. The first notable thing was how much your knuckles, nose and fingertips stung. It was like they were horribly scraped, though upon lifting your hand to examine, you found there were no such wounds. Rather instead they were just a chapped red and slightly flaky. Your gaze followed your hand and you became slowly aware that you were no longer wearing your shirt, instead being as naked as the day you were born. You glanced down at the rest of your body and the sight before you caused your heart to leap into your throat.
First,yes, you were naked past your top.
Second, Yanfei was curled on top of you, sleepy face mushed against your chest and ambiently providing warmth to thaw you out.
Thirdly, there was a blanket over the two of you, most likely to trap the heat Yanfei was producing for you.
Fourth, your beloved girlfriend was definitely not wearing clothes. You could spy the tops of her breasts and the bare smooth skin of her arms as they peeled out from under the blanket, but otherwise, the blanket hid both your modesty quite well.
When her head tilted absentmindedly in her sleep, you felt a sharp jab. You glanced at Yanfei again, noticing what you thought was a hair accessory or some weird form of jewelry was poking you mercilessly. It didn’t bend like jewelry and it was so hard…? The hell is that…?
You tentatively traced the oddly keratin-like appendage poking you. The smooth texture reminded you of when your family would hunt and clean Cervids- the way the antlers would feel in your hand as you cleaned them as a long-lasting reward from your kill.
As your thumb traced over the ivory once more, sleepy teal green eyes blinked awake. Upon seeing your conscious face, Yanfei smiled gratefully.
“Oh, thank everything… you’re okay.” She leaned her head into your touch, unconsciously warming you even more as she gazed lovingly into your eyes.
You didn’t speak, but signed “I wasn’t aware you had antlers.”
Your signing was slow and deliberate so as to be easy to interpret for a beginner. She grinned cheekily.
“I thought you knew. They don’t move around, they’re attached to my head.”
“You act like I have solid logical thinking.”
She laughs at your comment, then nuzzles her cheeks further into your chest.
“I was so worried when you came in looking the way you did. You were all frost nipped and out of it, so I did what any reasonable person would do and started treating you. You’re lucky I know that much.” Her closing comment sounded like it should’ve had bite, but her tone was simply caring and pleased at the warmth of your body against hers, not unlike a lazy cat who was spoiled by their owner.
“You’re naked underneath the blanket.”
“So I am,” she replied casually, as if it were normal for you two to be cuddling naked. It wasn’t, for clarification.
Your face heated up as her whole body now shifted against you, savoring the feeling. You definitely felt the peaks of her nipples against your chest, the smooth firmness of her belly, and the supple flesh of her thighs which were interspersed with occasional patches of hard yet smooth-surfaced scales. She watched you with an unwavering affection.
“[Name], I want to do things with you, but you should really rest. Your body temperature dipped quite a bit… So why don’t you let me take care of you while you recover?” She cooed and stroked the side of your cheek. She never sacrificed tenderness for her point with you, though- she knew to always say her piece but also express unsaid love if she couldn’t say it in that sentence alone.
Trusting your girlfriend completely, you nod your consent.
Her upper body dips below the covers and she traces a path down your sternum, then re-traces it with her whip-like tongue. She left a burning trail between the racks of you rib cage, causing a building ache to throb deep in your gut.
You lifted the blanket to watch Yanfei as she hovered above your sex, her emerald eyes glossing over each fold and crease. You shivered in muted pleasure when she ran a finger through the dampness that had just began to pool.
“Your reactions are so cute,” she puffed out a hot breath, only causing your body to writhe further and a needy whimper left your lips. Your face grew redder at the sound you’d made and, as if synchronized, Yanfei flushed more as well. She’d never heard your needy sounds, but now that she’d heard you for the first time there was no way she could go back.
Her adept and thin fingers skimmed your outer labia and dipped in to savor the soft flesh of your clit. She stroked slow deliberate circles and watched you with a confident yet sweet smile.
You keened and your hips stuttered at the suffocating arousal she was weaving into your consciousness. She pulled her fingers from your over-sensitive nub and instead pressed further down, sinking a finger in your expecting cunt. The movement was slick and with little resistance. Yanfei cooed into your heat.
“So good for me, you’re nice and ready…” with those last words, she tilted her head down so her mouth engulfed your sex. Her serpent-like tongue twisted along your clit and her finger moved in balanced and quick pumping motions in and out of you, building up a quick tempo.
Her orchestrated movements controlled your body like a puppet, bringing your whimpers to a wail-like crescendo and building you up to your high. Amidst your whining, you became vaguely aware of how her eyes glowed hungrily beneath you, thriving off of the sounds and movement of your body as if it were her lifeblood.
She crooked her fingers up and began to abuse a ridged spot within you that had you seeing stars. You gripped onto her hair and one of her antlers unconsciously. Your body drew taut with an orgasm at the half-moan she let out. Your breath had been robbed from your lungs blatantly and you laid there, gasping for air as your body shivered in the after-effects.
Yanfei crawled out from under the covers fully, giving you a borderline sly smirk.
“Let’s get you some food and maybe if you’re up for it, you can do me next?” She wiped her mouth against the back of her and, eyes glowing with anticipation.
How to Tame Your (Ex) Archon
A/N:Sorry for my lateness! Another Anilysium collab. My health suddenly declined so I had to put it off while I was recovering, update on that tomorrow. I know it’s a bit underwhelming, but if you guys are interested in a part two with some actual penetration I don’t mind writing a sequel!
Ship: Zhongli x gn!reader
Genre:Angsty smut (what else do you expect from me)
Trigger/Content Warnings:NSFW, 18+, AND POSSIBLE DARK CONTENT MINORS DNI,Dragon Anatomy Zhongli,oral (m recieving),Double Dick Zhongli, I just made that tag up, soulmates AU?, reincarnation is mentioned, this is more reader x Rex Lapis if I’m gonna be honest, dubconfrom Zhongli at some points, dicking down the dragon or getting dicked down by the dragon, rut cycles, Tartaglia shows up at one point, nightmares at the beginning
Word Count:~2.5k
Masterlist:Right here!
Zhongli feels the burn of his skin becoming raw around where he had cried in a former life, but the false burn began spreading down his throat. He would soon fall prey to his own emotions killing him.
Your most recent reincarnation melded perfectly against his form. You were captured by sleep and almost entirely pliable to his touch, but still receptive enough to feel his breathing growing shallower and shallower. You blinked your doe eyes awake to look up at him.
Zhongli’s slowly dulling amber gaze was fixated on the wall across from your bed. Once your hand caressed his jawline, his eyes snapped to yours finally and his breathing resumed a normal pace.
“Zhongli…”
“I woke you, didn’t I?” He seemed troubled already, brows creasing slightly. One of his larger dark gold hands imitated your gesture of holding his face, his thumb resting against the dip of your chin below the swell of your lips.
“Did you have a bad dream?” You ran a hand up his exposed back and smoothed the tense lines on lean muscle on his back. He let out a faint soothing breath to your warm skin.
“… yes, yes I think it was that.”
It wasn’t like Rex Lapis couldn’t dream- he dreamt a lot actually. The only issue is now his dreams put him in similar situations to when he would wake and didn’t serve as an escape. He really should get out of his fear and wallowing hopelessness and hurry up and be happy with you as you are now, but shaking away reality was hard for the ex Archon of Geo when his worst fears came true regarding his love for you.
In reality this was your fourth reincarnation he’d fallen in love with and kept within his life. It would have been five had you not been reborn as a bird once, but even in that life he sat where you would be when he wasn’t busy with other matters and he would always spare you a glance.
Even if, in that life, you were a swan. You were Zhongli’sswan.
You leaned up and pressed a chaste, soothing kiss to Zhongli’s lips. You knew he’d been troubled by something, but he’d always hem and haw about the source of the issues. You never wanted to push him to expose his soft underbelly, though, so you simply went about your day-to-day life, unassuming and unknowing that this was the fourth life you’d slept in bed with him.
It was also, unfortunately, getting to a certain season for him where his emotions tended to get the better of him. He was a bit snippier than he should be and he recognized the pattern was parallel to his rut pattern when he was in a different body. Last year you’d traveled for work, so you were entirely clueless to his annual rut- and he intended to not involve you in it.
And just as the Hallowed Spirit’s festival was beginning in town, as well. You’d wanted to go so badly this year as it would be the first time you’d go as a wedded couple and who was he to deny your enthusiastic self? Now, though, he knew it might be a more trying experience if his patience were to wear thin or if his rut was particularly worse this year than others.
He thought of your cute expression as you bit into sweets he didn’t exactly have the funds for, the way you’d hold onto his hand and lead him around excitedly to show him things he’d already seen in his past four lives courtesy of you, and how your voice would rise in pitch when some rascal child scared you in the spirit of the season.
He found himself caught up in his thoughts until you stirred, awake and ready to start the day.
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Fortunately you spent most of the day clueless to how Zhongli was starting to get a mix of both stressed and nervous from his pre-rut. Even as you dressed up as matching vampires for the evening, you only commented on the wood note your shared house’s air freshener suddenly had. As you adjusted his brooch on his neck, you accidentally slipped out,
“Wow… you’re sweaty. Too much clothes?” You teased, effectively hiding your concern for him. He never really sweat- not like the others around you. You figured it was due to him being related to the Adepti, like it was some kind of training he’d done to hide any sign of weakness. I mean, you never really saw Xiao or Ganyu sweat despite the conditions around them.
Zhongli caught your hand as you went to check his temperature, swiftly planting a kiss on your knuckles as an attempted distraction. You’d been with this man for a long enough time to know that he’d fight you to hide any sign of him being unwell if it meant you’d have fun.
So you effectively wrangled him down by the lapels of his coat until he practically fell on you. You straddled his chest and struggled past his adept strength trying to feel for a temperature.
“Let me check you for a fever!”
“My lily, I assure you I’m fine-“ he wrenched your hand away from his face with an abnormal amount of aggression for someone usually so composed. You internally buffered at the action and recognized you were likely crossing some line for Zhongli. You draw yourself up and away from him, apologizing. He looks at you and worries, expression unreadable.
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The paper lanterns lining booths on the streets of Liyue dye the scene sunset orange in the dusky blue of the night. The ground crunched it’s fallen leaves each time either of you took a step, enjoying the street performers singing songs their ancestors wrote and imbibing the scent of sweets that were sold at nearly every booth.
Your jaws had clamped themselves around a pumpkin treat you purchased at one of the stalls, and Zhongli watched how between each bite you licked your lips. He stilled in his steps when, unintentionally, the skin around his elbows hardened and cracked into scales painfully. You turned back to look at him.
“Li…?”
Your voice, oh your sweet loving call of that nickname… the groundbreaker wyrm within him practically pleaded to fuck you senseless in the middle of the festival entirely unprovoked. His jaw clenched and he felt his rut start to slowly pull over him, muddling up his mind into a salacious chamber of repeated thoughts. He cupped his face in your hands, trying to perhaps warn you of his incoming change of behavior.
“Old man!” A cheery voice called out, and a familiar auburn-haired cheese ball of a person peeked over Zhongli’s shoulder. Entirely blind to Zhongli’s well-hidden rut, he rests a hand on the middle of his back.
The ex Geo Archon’s eyes widen slightly at the feeling of a cool hand on his back and fights the immediate urge to slap Tartaglia in the face in one move. Your expression melds into one of concern when you notice the way Zhongli hasn’t even made an attempt to reply even out of politeness. Tartaglia notices and plays off the awkwardness in the air by fluidly moving into Zhongli’s field of vision, hoping to reassure him that he’s no threat.
“You good, guy?” Tartaglia pays no mind to you, only focused on his acquaintance’s sudden profound silence. You speak up, fearing Zhongli may be uncomfortable.
“Um, he’s not in the best shape. He was running a fever earlier but he insisted we go to the festival…” Guilt began creeping into your voice and you felt truly awful for ruining what was supposed to be a fun night by letting your husband go out while he wasn’t in the physical condition to.
“A fever, eh?” Tartaglia’s ocean blue eyes focused on you, as if he just noticed you were there. A cheeky smile played on his face as he teased, “You know, old man, you could’ve asked me to take your cute friend~ I’m even a vampire too, look!”
With that comment he opened his mouth to show his fangs that looked almost too real to be something he threw in for Halloween. You could’ve sworn his teeth weren’t always that sharp.
At your attention, his tongue ran over his teeth and his smile turned into a sly smirk, and you didn’t miss the faint blue glow his eyes flashed.
“… that’s enough, you troublemaker.” Zhongli finally spoke up. Tartaglia’s actions served as a spear that cleared through the haze of his rut, only stirring up anger and possession in his gut when he realized how you were staring at the Fatui Harbinger with that wowed expression he wished he could reserve only for himself.
Tartaglia pouted when Zhongli tugged you over in his direction, then waved to you in an apologetic “oh well!” sort of manner as you were dragged out of the Hydro user’s sight.
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You began to become acutely aware that Zhongli was behaving extremely oddly as he rushed you out of the festival. You knew he was ill, so it surprised you that he had so much strength to nearly carry you that distance. That smell you mistook for some form of cologne became so much stronger and almost bitter. It hurt your senses and you could smell almost an inkling of coppery tang, like Zhongli was bleeding…
“I’m sorry,” was the first thing he said once you were both at your shared house. You watched him in a mix of fear and concern as he quickly tugged off his costume, not caring that he tore the fabric nor of the harsh sounds that assaulted your ears. And your concern only flared worse when you noticed how the smooth skin of his arms was turning into rugged scaling rapidly. You reached out to touch your husband, hoping to soothe this… episode… of sorts, but he flinched away sharply, regarding you with hazy yet cautious eyes.
He rasped, “Don’t come closer.” It was a clear warning, but you didn’t fear Zhongli. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you- he loved you and swore to protect you for the rest of your lives.
When you reached a second time to grab his wrist, you ran a thumb over the raised scaly patch which elicited a low rumble of a groan from his throat. He felt his cock twitch in his pants as well as a dribble of slick from the cloaca effectively hidden behind his more human parts. He’s hidden this from you as he knew you’d have questions- did all Adepti have both? Or something of that nature- and he was certain it would lead to him discussing something he wasn’t sure you were ready for.
He knew he wouldn’t be able to hide it from you now, though, as you tilted his head down so you could peer into his amber eyes.
“Let’s get you in bed.”
Zhongli trilled lowly in his throat at the suggestion and allowed you to manhandle him into your shared bedroom, where you promptly closed the door.
Personally, you weren’t dumb. Naïve? Sometimes, but not dumb. You knew Adepti had beast-like features or tendencies and you knew Zhongli was male. So it was reasonable enough for you to infer he was going through some form of seasonal rut- one you didn’t expect you’d be able to smell of all things, but a rut nonetheless, and you’d be damned if you weren’t going to help alleviate some of the heat building up inside of him.
When you tugged his trousers off his hips, Zhongli gave up resisting your efforts. He knew the person he fell for was too headstrong yet loving from all of your former reincarnations. He just hoped that it wouldn’t end up like your first reincarnation where he nearly gouged your insides out by fucking you into another realm of being. You weren’t very pleased with that afterwards.
The tip of his more human anatomy beaded sticky precum and he let out the loudest groan you think you’ve ever heard from him when you ran your thumb against his frenulum. His back arched and his legs unconsciously opened, revealing- what looked to you to be- his dripping cunt. Your eyebrows raised at the sight it.
“Ah, my love pleASE-“ You interrupted his beg by rubbing your thumb over what appeared to be a clit. His voice jumped several notes higher and he gripped the bed sheets as he babbled nonsense to you.
“My swEET- lOVE- ahH!” He jolted each time your thumb skirted around the sensitive bundle, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth.
The gold marks on his skin seemed to glow as you proceeded in your torture, deciding to see just how far you could break Zhongli. Your tongue poked out and you lapped up the pearl of precum on the head of his cock and he lost all composure, opting to not even attempt words. He bit onto his wrist as tears pooled in his eyes out of sheer overstimulation.
One last swipe on his faux-pussy prompted an odd whimper from Zhongli as it freed a second phallus- this one looking more reptilian and covered in fluids. You pulled your head back just in time for it to nearly slap your cheek as it emerged from it’s confines, the stimulation pushing Zhongli far, far over the edge.
He let out some warped grunt mixed with a whimper as he came heavy on his stomach- cum fat and thick, pooling in a goopy mess on his toned stomach. It just kept going, much to your shock, and your husband stiffened through each wave of it until it sputtered a final time. Your dragon cock owning husband looked totally zoned out, finally experiencing some relief from his rut.
“…”
“… I’m sorry.” He immediately said. You blinked at him with a bewildered expression.
“That’s an incredible amount of cum.”
“It is… it’s a side effect of the… the rut, if you will,” he panted, looking at you with a mix of love and concern that you managed to get him off without him breaking you.
“… how long will you be lucid?” You asked, pressing your knuckles against his sweaty forehead. He almost smiled.
“I’m afraid I’ve only got fifteen or so minutes. Now that I’m… ready, I know it will only get more intense.”
“… I can’t believe Adepti have dragon penises!” You clap your hands together, “That’s actually pretty cool!”
You don’t miss the way Zhongli immediately stifles a chuckle, reaching up to wrap his arms around your upper body.
“Come here. I want to cherish you before my rut takes over again.”
You oblige.
