AETHER WOULD BE A MEAN ASS DOM.

Today's a good day, anyways I currently have dr brain rot

how did both of my hcs hit over 1k.

please tag your posts with more than just genshin smut, maybe nsfw or something please? blocking so many people is a hassle that could be avoided if 18+ blogs tagged their posts better

smut and nsfw are like.. the same thing though.. idk im kinda confused but sure? just block and move on imo

the everlasting debate to write soft thoma smut or soft diluc smut..

😳👉👈…..Hi 💕

HELLO GOD 😳🤍

ZHONGLI BIRTHDAY ART

AETHER IS SO CUTE HERE

whiny puppy diluc begging to please you

characters : puppy diluc :(

notes : ive been having puppyboy! diluc brainrot because of @cantalouupe please help

cw : nsfw , oral (reader receiving) , diluc basically begging to make you feel good :(

"please please.." he whines, the grip on your hips tightened as he pressed himself closer to you, pushing your body down into the soft bed below you.

"just want to make you feel good,, so so good" he's getting himself worked up, pressing his face against the side of your neck and breathing in your scent.

he wants to be a good boy and repay you for everything that you've done for him :(. and he knows how frustrating things can get sometimes, so now he's here wanting to help you feel good. he can't help but feel the need to anyways, he can't ignore the scent of arousal you give off, slowly climbing down your body to nose at the plush of your thighs.

"will make you feel so so good.." he hums, beginning to tug at the waistband to your underwear.

"no, diluc." you say sternly, making his pause his actions to look up at you with a hurt-ish expression on his face. he doesn't know why you wont let him please you, it's going to feel good, so why won't you let him? he was confused, a stubborn pout taking form on his lips.

"why not? just want to help,," he whines.

looking at his pouty face fuels something inside of you, you normally never say no to your puppy, spoiling him in every way, but you felt in the mood to tease him, suppressing a sly smile from taking shape on your lips.

"do you really want to help me?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

he nods enthusiastically, "yes yes yes, please.. want to taste you"

before you could say anything else, he took your question as permission, pulling down your underwear hastily and spreading open your legs. you yelp out in surprise, a moan slipping out in the process from how fast he was to attach his mouth to you.

a satisfied hum echos in his throat as he finally tastes you, blood rushing to his cock within seconds. his hips press and grind themselves into the mattress as he licks you, whimpering quietly.

the way your back arched and you hands flew to his hair drove him crazy, the sound of his name rolling off your tongue and the way your hips bucked up to meet him was addicting. he wants more of you, the thoughts of fucking you over and over again with just his mouth gave him confidence, when you came for the first time, it as hard for him to stop. he just wants to keep going until youre a babbling mess. :(

After the kill 🩸(Oct 1)

Sticky sex on the bathroom floor after childe comes home from a killing spree. F!reader. TW: blood, just… a lotta blood. Part 1 of my kinktober series

The thrill of the kill is what keeps Childe going back to the battlefield. The way his blade slices through his enemies, the way their blood splatters across his pristine white coat, the way the adrenaline races through his veins- it gets him high. When there’s no one left to kill, the excursion is over. Black leather boots trudge through bloody, sticky snow as they carry their wearer back to his carriage a few miles away. On this hike, Childe feels almost numb, a terrible grin plastered to his face. That feeling will never get old, the power trip, the adrenaline rush, all of it! That’s why he became a harbinger. The love for violence and money, the love for destruction without reason. Now, he heads home to care for his other love. You.

You hear the front door open and shut, it startled you from your sleep. The familiar, heavy footsteps make their way up the old wooden stairs and the bedroom door slams open. Once again, you’re startled, the aggressive action earning a squeak from you “Honey!Welcome home, you scared the shit out of me- you look awful”. It’s true, he’s a mess. He’s covered in dried blood, the once crimson color now a reddish brown smeared over his cheek and hands- He reeks of sweat, blood and mud. As he peels his clothes off and attempts to get into bed beside you, you hurriedly push him back to prevent that mess from staining your pretty patterned sheets. “Absolutely not! You have to bathe first, come on”

Childe is uncharacteristically quiet, he allows you to pull him along across the hall to the bathroom. He moves almost robotically as you help maneuver him out of the rest of his clothes, inspecting him for wounds or blood of his own. Thankfully he’s made it out of yet another battle without a scratch. But that isn’t what he’s thinking about. He isn’t thinking about his messy clothes, the bath, or which oils you want to put in the water. Unbeknownst to you, he’s still lost in his post-battle fog and since he isn’t burning energy through fighting, there’s another way his body can react to these feelings. As you lean over to dip your fingers in the water to check it’s temperature, he catches a glimpse of your panties. The way they cling to your pussy has him reeling.

The room spins as the harbinger grabs you from behind, forcing you to the tiled ground so he can tower over you. He isn’t sweet, house husband Ajax right now no, he’s Childe- No, Tartaglia. The beast on the battlefield, the abyssal knight in crimson armor. His stare is unlike anything you’ve seen from him before, those lightless eyes have you frozen in place as lets go of your wrists to remove his gloves. Those warm hands come back to rip your shirt open, the fabric immediately giving in as he effortlessly tears it apart, baring your chest to the steam filled air. His expression doesn’t change as he runs a hand up your stomach to cup your breast.

“You will never understand,” he murmurs, his voice hardly above a whisper “The rush of a fight. The ecstasy a killing blow brings to my body. I used to go home, covered in the blood of my foes, and jerk off to get rid of the extra energy- and I gotta say, those orgasms are a the kind that leave you shaking for an hour after. Now… Now I have you to help me, right? You’ll help me feel that good again?” He’s waiting for a response, any affirmation that you want this too. He’s giving you an out if you want it but you can’t imagine saying no when he’s practically drooling for you. So you nod, shifting to spread your legs for him and that’s all it takes for him to truly let go.

Those lacy panties are shoved aside to reveal your pretty pussy, earning a low groan from the man above you. He only pauses for a moment to admire you, sighing as he works his own pants off. His cock springs free, red and aching and dear god he needs you so bad. With your encouraging whimpers and the way your legs lock around his hips, he’s finally sinking into you with a guttural moan “fuck yes…” His grip on your waist is enough to leave bruises, his pace is brutal as he slams deep into you. Your shared moans and squelches bounce off the bathroom walls, the steam carrying the scent of blood and sex, keeping the air around you heavy, almost suffocating. His sticky skin rubbing against yours, the friction just adding to it all and Ajax’s eyes roll up back when you clench around him- fuck you’re made for him.

The ecstasy he felt on the battlefield mixes into the pleasure he feels now. The rush is so intense he can hardly focus on any one thing, his body feels… sensitive, like every sensation is twice as nice as it usually is. As your nails rake down his back and his teeth sink into your neck, the pain and pleasure is too much. As the taste of your blood takes over, his orgasm catches him by surprise. His vision goes white, his hips stutter and he tenses as he rides out the feeling. This is better than any lonesome wank post-battle, this is better than anything he’s felt before. When he comes to his senses he’s quick to return the favor, his shaky fingers hurrying to rub at your clit. He watches as his thrusts push his own cum out of you, pearly globs dripping down onto the tile beneath you. The way his name falls from your lips, the way you’re gasping and tightening around him… it all has him grinning madly, his handsome smile stained red.

It’s his favorite color, red. His lifeless eyes take over your body, loving the way your blood glistens on your skin. He’s even messier than you are, covered in sweat, cum and the blood of men you’ll never know. You both are a mess, absolutely reeking up the room. He pulls out to rub his half hard cock between your slick folds, chuckling to himself. He’s gotta treat his girl right, especially after being so rough, but as he catches his breath he can still feel the adrenaline, the rush that hasn’t been quelled. He’s already leakinf again just from the simple action. Deciding to take pity on you, he grabs a towel, rolling it up to slip beneath your head to keep you comfortable. “Don’t get too comfy… ‘M not done with you just yet, baby”

<3 —————

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zhongli is hot

IT HAPPENED

THANK YOU ALL SM

genshin men nsfw hcs

read part 2!!

warnings: nsfw, MINORS DNI, rough sex,temperature play, edging, bdsm, somnophilia, dacryfilia, heat, breeding kink, yandere ment, drug use, blood & knife ment, spit kink, body worship, praise kink, pregnancy ment, all in all a ride

note: i have gross thoughts so here are all of them

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