i’ve been thinking about the negative drawbacks of tsume’s delusion lately, and why they tend to not use it anymore unless they really need to … ( ie : nearly being clapped by the shogun. ) to better work with their anemo and create duplicates of themself, their previous medium was through a sword gifted by the tsaritsa herself, and since delusions are known to be unstable …. tsume has various electrocution scars along both of their hands, and an even larger one that spans the majority of their left arm. they’ll often play these off as battle scars obtained via training on seirai island, because the less the common mortal knows about delusions, the better.
He’s having a rough night ;;
my lovely housewife | diluc (1k event)
pairing: diluc x reader
contains: established relationships, mention of neglect, sub!reader, breeding kink, talk about pregnancy but very brief, mating press, masturbation, use of the names ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’ in a playful/condescending-ish manner, thigh riding.
note: i’ve actually been thinking about this for a while — i’m too lazy to write an actually fic so enjoy a drabble ish :)
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husband diluc who welcomes you with open arms when you wander into his office behind those french doors, making room for you to sit in his lap without a second thought. you like to watch him work: after all, it reminds that you that he’s all yours. yet sometimes, you can’t help but feel invisible around him, only receiving brief hums and quick glances whenever you try to speak with him. but he’s such a busy man; it’s not like you can blame him!
so it’s better for you to take matters into your own hands, subtly grinding down on his thigh as you sigh in slight relief from the friction of your clothed cunt against his expensive slacks. diluc is trying to be so nonchalant about it too, tightening his jaw as he keeps his eyes focused on his work — but his efforts seem to be in vain when his name messily stumbles out of your lips.
“cut it out.”
his words are short, but the warning falls upon deaf ears as you look back up at him with heartsick eyes. you know your husband well, you know how well he gets worked up; how easily he throws everything away when you give him those stupid eyes. it’s only a matter of time before his hands are steady on your hips, rocking your body against his thighs himself. and you can only cry out to him, whining about how it felt like he’d forgotten all about you — his perfect and pretty wife — like it was nothing.
and as much a diluc doesn’t admit so, he truly does have a soft spot for you; he promises to give you all of his time if you can just wait a little bit, so it’s crucial that you be good! and you try really hard, you even move to the couch in front of the desk — but you can’t seem to stop yourself from lifting your dress up and shoving your hands down your pants to rub your clit. poor diluc can barely focus when his wife is trying to fuck herself right in front of him. he’s so drawn to the sight, your eyes screwed shut and your breathing erratic as you pump in and out of your sopping cunt. and maybe you did it on purpose, knew how addicted he is to your arousal — it worked anyways.
because within a matter of moments, he’ll have you in a mean mating press, your knees knocking into your shoulders as he ruts his hips into the fat of your thighs. you can almost feel your legs spasming as his cock drags along your spongy walls. and you always get a twinge of extra pressure with every thrust as his trail of hair brushes against you swollen clit. his sheer size is enough to split you up as he bottoms out — makes you see stars.
gahhh and he’ll be so condescending, sneering down at you while he says that you’re so fucking needy. he’s not lying either; you truly do want him to fuck you until you can’t give him anything anymore. it’s so much better than working; the way that your gummy walls twitch around him and the direct intimacy — what could beat this?
diluc fucks into you with no regard for decency, shoving you further into the cushion for a better angle to wreck your cunt. you swear that your legs are going numb, but it’s the last thing on your mind when you’re creaming all over your inner thighs and his cock. he thinks it’s such a sight to see; eyes hazy and mouth slightly ajar as you babble for him to go deeper like a little whore. “always bothering me when i’m working- i’ll put a baby in you this time around.” he spits out through gritted teeth. he’s so mean, but the way that he fucks you easily gives him away.
you can only meekly moan his name in response; it’s so pathetic. and don’t think he doesn’t catch the way you tighten around him either — it’s almost laughable.
“you like that? want me to get you pregnant?” he only spurs you on, soothing your leg as he taunts you. “do you want me to make you a mommy?”
a mommy, the word rings in your ears — you’ve wanted to carry diluc’s child for as long as you can remember but he’s always been too busy. but hearing him say it upfront has you hearing wedding bells for a second time, you can’t help but get excited. so you nod feverishly, begging for him to be the one give you a child, telling him to make you two a mommy and daddy.
the look that he gives you stirs up butterflies in your tummy — it’s so full of love and adoration. soon enough, his tip is brushing up against that one spot and a small scream falls from your lips; and that’s when diluc knows he’s hit the jackpot. his thrusts are unrelenting and brutal. and even as you’re gushing all over him and crying about how much of a mess you made, his pace doesn’t let up at all.
he’s just as vocal as you, spewing strings of curses as he gets closer to his release, groaning about how he’s gonna fill you up just like he promised. and he follows through, dumping his load right into your cunt — and it’s so much, flowing out from the pressure of his cock and mixing with your juices. you’re so addicted to the feeling as well, babbling about how much you love being filled up by him.
what a lovely housewife he has <3
Day 15: Helmet
Wow remind me to never make fanart of this game ever again because these designs are insane, how do y’all do it the heck-
Anyway this is just an excuse to draw Childe, Tartaglia, Ajax, Eleventh friggin Fatui Harbinger, whatever his name is now
Has no one written Foul Legacy Childe/Reader smut yet?
Is that going to be my first genshin smut?
oh god oh fuck
(Skipping ahead because brain demands drawing monsterr and this is more conducive to finishing this damn chapter)
your own transformation starts slowly
you don’t notice at first, the journey through the Abyss taking up your attention. you’re exhausted, only spurred on by Childe’s sweet encouragements. he’s doing better than you are, his body more used to the crushing pressure of an invisible ocean. there’s peeling skin on your hand, and you pick at it aimlessly
but it doesn’t come off
its hard and sharp, but most certainly a part of your skin. you look down; it’s a darkish purple color around the edges. you tug at it again, this time more frantically
it hurts. and it still doesn’t come off
#1 milf fucker | itto arataki (1k event)
pairing: itto x reader
contains: milf!reader, demon/oni!itto, dom!itto, set in inazuma, size kink, belly bulge, dacryphilia, praise & degradation, oral (f & m receiving), facefucking, overstim.
note: just messy unedited headcanons ish about milf fucker itto (rbs appreciated!!)
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shocked is the only word to describe your face when your little son tells you about the man he meets on his way to and from school. horrified is what you are when he tells you that said man in his friend. you know who it is; how could you not? in your eyes the demon who happens to lead a gang is nothing but trouble. so you tell your son, like the rest of the village has, to avoid arataki itto like the plague.
needless to say, it comes as a surprise to hear a forceful knock on your door the next day. you’re met with a large physique standing in the frame and your son, slightly bruised, in its arms. you’re so focused on your child’s scraped knees that you don’t register the crimson eyes staring at your figure until your son perks up about how “mr. itto saved him” when you ask what had happened. and you’re so terrified — you’d never seen him in person, only heard from the stories that your neighbours once told; but he’s huge, looming over you with a calculating look in his eyes. you can’t even tell what he’s thinking, yet you manage to swallow your fear, clutching your child as you mutter out a meek “thank you” before averting your eyes. ah, he thinks that you look just so sweet — and that’s where it all begins.
itto who becomes a more frequent face at your little house atop the hill — much to your dismay. but your son seems to adore him, so you can’t bring yourself to take that away. they’ll stay just outside the house while you make dinner, right where you can see them. and although you’re supposed to be watching over your son, your eyes can’t help but trail over to itto instead; his biggggg arms and toned chest, the way his pants cling to his thighs — it makes you unknowingly press your legs together as you sigh softly. and you think you’re so secretive with your lingering gazes, but he knows all about it.
itto who gives a boyish smile when you sheepishly decide to invite him in for dinner, showing his fangs for a split second before following your son inside. but he’s so detached from the conversation, too fixated on the way that your little apron hugs your pretty body to care anyways. you’ve warmed up to him a lot more — gazes becoming more intentional and touches lingering for just a second longer — it makes him almost go insane.
itto who shamelessly says that he fucks his fist to the mere thought of you — he tells you this when he shows up at your house unannounced; your son isn’t home this time around, but staying the night at a friend’s for a birthday. he only laughs when you try to act all innocent and speechless, he already knows how desperate you truly are after all.
and you are desperate, pleading for him to give you more when he has you on your couch, legs spread to give him a full view of soaking pussy; he thinks that it’s so fucking pretty, too pretty for him to not dip his head between your thighs and taste you himself. it’s only then that you learn how different he truly is from human; his abnormally long tongue messily gliding over your folds, swirling around and sucking at your sensitive clit before plunging into your hole. you can barely keep your mouth shut, whining pathetically as you grab a hold of his horns and grind your hips against his face. ah, and he loves it so much; the scent of your arousal, the taste of your cunt, the way that you spasm in his hold, and how much you gush on his tongue and lower face.
itto who thinks that you’re so naive as you reach for his pants, palming at his bulge as you look up at him with doe eyes full of pure adoration — but how can he say no? god, he’s so much bigger than you can imagine, it’s sitting right against his defined torso, tip red and stained with precum — you can’t help but salivate at the thought of taking it in your mouth. he’s so loud, groaning as you cautiously swirl your tongue around his tip before sliding your lips down his length. you can barely fit him in, taking what your mouth couldn’t reach in your hands; but don’t worry, he’ll help you real good. tells you to relax as he gently grabs hold of your head, slightly tilting it up to get a better look at the scattered tear drops hanging onto your eyelashes before bucking himself into your mouth. all you can do is tack your nails into his thighs, gagging at the intrusion of his cock — and the feeling only spurs him on.
when he cums, it’s so much — thick and heavy as he stills himself down your throat. what else can you do other than swallow? he thinks that you’re such a gem; how is it that you’re without a partner? he’s unsure whether he should be enraged or grateful at the fact that the villagers aren’t pursuing you, but one thing is for sure; he wouldn’t give you up for the world.
itto who can’t handle how much smaller you are compared to him. he shouldn’t be so surprised; he’s larger than average — but when it comes to you it’s so different. maybe it’s because you’re shaking in his hold, crying about how it’s not fitting; yet you’re so needy, begging him yourself to make it fit. he complies of course, placing his palms flat against the back of your thighs as he bullies his way into your tight cunt like it’s no big deal. he praises you all the way through, peppering your skin with gentle kisses and whispering about how well you’re taking him — how your pussy is made for him. and with the way your velvety walls suck him in, it might as well be.
itto who loves seeing you go stupid on his cock. it makes his chest swell with pride seeing you like this; with a fucked out face, moaning incoherent nonsenses as he thrusts into you. he bets that you’ve never been fucked like this — fucked so good that the only thing on your mind and mouth is itto, itto, itto. he loves when you claw at his back in a desperate frenzy, crying for him to give you more like a cock hungry whore. your tears top it off — you look so beautiful like this; tear stained face begging him to cum inside.
itto who grows obsessed with the sight of his cock making a bulge into your stomach with every snap of his hips. he’ll even place a large hand on it, boasting to you about how he’s right there, to which you can only nod in response. you’re so wet and it’s too messy — you’ve cum more time than you can count, soiling his body and the fabric below. but itto loves the sounds of your cunt and the sight of the translucent ring at the base of his dick sososo much <3
itto who grows more vulgar as he grows closer to finishing, asking how it feels being fucked by a gangster as his pace grows more erratic. “how would the village act knowing you’ve been fucked by this demon huh? should give you another child so that they know.” he’ll say before brashly pressing his thumb to your clit, eliciting a sob from your lips as you cum for the nth time that night. it’s not until then that his hips start to falter from the feeling of your walls fluttering around him and he stuffs you full with his hot seed.
itto who watches his cum languidly seep out from your swollen cunt with a grin on his face like the little milf fucker he truly is <3
Foul Legacy/Childe X Male! Reader *submission*
CW:TW:CONTAINS : Size Kink, Overstimulation, degrading
You’ve been defeated by the grand foul legacy form of Childe, after a rough battle he rewards himself.
Submission by : (the tag wont show up :(( )
I accidentally deleted the request so what they asked for is whats in this.
You lied on the cold floors of the golden house looking and feeling beat up, having cuts and bruises all over you, you turned over and tried crawling away from the monster across the stage from you trying to save your life, you heard the deep robotic chuckle, seeing at it was laughing at your helpless self trying to run away from fighting, your body hurt each time you pushed yourself with the little strength you had in you, hissing each time you moved.
You suddenly felt the presence of the beast teleport right next to you, holding his going to grab at you. They latched onto your tattered clothing as he lifted you up with please, you tried squirming your away out of his hold, kicking your legs you heard the chuckle again but now closer, you were being held up like a kitten by its mother. You felt your self and him get closer to the ground the beast sitting on the ground with his legs out beside you as you laid on your stomach again, your ass facing him. You felt the sharp nails grab onto your bottoms, pulling them down along with your underwear letting your bare ass and dick out. You were frozen in shock not being able to move. You felt the cold claws wrap around your dick stroking it gently, and occasionally rubbing your tip. You felt good, but this was definitely not the way you wanted it. The pumps became quicker getting your moans out of you trying to get something to grab not being in the reach of anything. You were loosing yourself, getting caught up in the pleasure. You let yourself rest on the cold floor, arching your back, lifting your ass into the air and dropping your arms and head to the ground. The strokes were getting quicker as you started trembling from the sweet feeling. You came on the palm of the beast sending you waves of pleasure just through stroking your dick.
You were panting on the floor from just releasing, suddenly feeling the force of something pulling you back, realizing it was him with a tight grip on your shirt, strongly pulling you back to his huge body, him being double your size. You laid against the monsters chest, seeing him dig in his pants and pull out its gigantic cock. You looked at it with fear in your eyes, that thing looked bigger than your torso. You saw as he pressed the head to the entrance of your hole, it pushed in as much as it could, only the head fit in you, but that enough made you feel full. Being distracted by the huge cock penetrating you, you barely noticed your legs being lifted up and held, keeping them out of the way as the beast pushed in and out. You were moaning loudly from feeling so full and being on something so big, and it wasn’t even half of it. “You’re such a nasty manwhore if you’re letting me use you like this. Not even protesting about it.” The freakish voice said to you, still shoving its cock in and out of you. You couldn’t even notice it, feeling overwhelmed by the feelings getting sent through you. He started to speed up moving what he could even quicker than before.
You felt everything rush through you, after just cumming, you were already feeling close again, your legs shaking and the expression on your face changing to one with tired eyes, drool dripping out of your mouth on the side. Still going at the same pace, you really couldn’t control yourself, your back arching and moving away from the gigantic body behind you, your legs trembling as you squirted cum out, it landing on your chest. You honestly couldn’t take it anymore, you we’re already crying from the size of the beast’s dick thats inside you, making you feel like you’re going to split in half. You have just came twice and were surprised that you were feeling a third one coming. Tears and drool were running down your face, your mouth hung open and your eyes closed shut. Panting and moaning into the air, the sensation you were feeling was out of this world, you honestly would’ve never got an experience like this. Your moaning was getting louder and shaky, you felt him get sloppy as it was the first time he was cumming and this is your third. You felt the claws go back on your dick giving you double the amount of pleasure you were getting already. You were shaking like crazy not having any control over yourself. The pumps and thrusts becoming quicker sending stronger waves of erotic feeling through you. You felt the huge load of seed fill you up as you came right after, the huge cock popping out of your hole as cum leaked through you. He let go of your legs as they fell hard on the ground, you couldn’t even feel them but they were shaking rapidly. You felt even more worn out than you already were if that was possible. You fell back onto the chest of the beast that fucked you into oblivion. You felt the feeling of him gone, teleporting out of the golden house, you’re entire body falling back to the cold hard ground, you laid there asleep as the load of semen still spilled out of you.
My god I finally finished this, idk why ive been procrastinating on it sm😭.
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Albedo one coming soon