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dxstopiaa · 2 months
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thank you for the tag @moraxsthrone <3!! haven’t been active at all but i’ll do this!! some are a little embarrassing 😪
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very small taglist: (no pressure, but anyone is welcome to join!!) @epiphyllous @crystalflygeo @vivalabunbun
I found a game!
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Bingo! Let it be known that all my fics are unbeta’d and extremely self-indulgent.
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No pressure tag:
@marleysfinest @oxygenbefore1775 @pisspope @wyvernslovecake @honeybleed @moonspirit @lokiheart135 @hjemne and anyone else who would like to take part ✨
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dxstopiaa · 3 months
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hellooo <3
how are you? hope you're doing just fine ♥
hello mootie!! <3 i’m okay thank youuu, i’m currently working on a non-genshin fanfic lmaoo, gonna post it on ao3 soon! 💞 how are you doing?? tysm for asking 😭<3
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dxstopiaa · 5 months
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KILLSHOT FAN I SEE
oh god can you make my heart stop
AHHHH YES ANON I AM!!!! such an amazing song it’s so underrated <3 so addictive too!!
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dxstopiaa · 6 months
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Hihi! Hau?? 🫂🙌 hugs for you and you 🤝💕
hello anon!! \(٥⁀▽⁀ )/ i’m alright thank u!! just lots of coursework and stress but other than that i’m okay! how about you?? ♡´・ᴗ・`♡ hugs and kisses for you too! <33
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dxstopiaa · 7 months
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hello all my dear followers!! thank you for nearly 1,300, i didn’t think my account would keep growing despite my absence for the past two months or so. so so sorry for my lack of posts :(
I haven’t felt motivated lately and my writer’s block hasn’t let me think of ideas (ಡ‸ಡ), also i haven’t been playing genshin for a while so i’m not too sure about recent fontaine characters in my fics (neuvillette looks so fine…) but if any of you are willing to explain their character to me so i can include them it’d be very appreciated !! ♡´・ᴗ・`♡
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also for my other non-genshin works, i have an ao3 account called @dxstopiaa that i post other fics (will mainly be nsfw) on! so far i have only one scp fic and i have plans for another scp, creepypasta and fnaf post too! check if out if you’re interested <3
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dxstopiaa · 9 months
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Hello! Your an amazing writer lol, but could I request anemo boys with a reader who's really anxious about people and just about everyone in general. The reader can be female or gn ^^
characters: xiao, kazuha, heizou, scaramouche x fem/gn! reader
warnings: themes of social anxiety, fluff! [thank you anon! this is so so late i’m sorry. this is a cute idea as someone with anxiety around others <3]
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xiao
୨୧ Xiao admires your withdrawn personality— he didn’t think of your anxiety around others as a dire issue, especially as he was always there to protect you. Though his thoughts changed as it became worrying at one point.
୨୧ You wouldn’t leave the house at all if your boyfriend wasn’t with you, wether it was to get groceries or to simply get a breath of fresh air. He hated himself for it, thinking he’d probably caused it to worsen and he spent every minute with you to pacify your mind.
୨୧ He saw him within yourself— avoiding other people and interactions so avidly for the sake of your own comfort. With an abundance of reassurance and understanding, he had gotten to a point where he was semi-confident to appear in the streets of Liyue. All because of your words, those that you didn’t follow yourself.
୨୧ Xiao didnt know where to start, should he discuss it with you or should he remain subtle? He watched you closely, you weren’t as shy with him, if at all. Always so keen to share anything you had found while in the isolated forests, be it a flowering bamboo shoot or a photograph.
୨୧ Yet the second you entered the harbour, all your personality seemed to be drained from within you. He felt your shaky hand grasp his own whenever anyone came towards you, your heart was beating at a near unhealthy rate from the mere thought of engaging in conversation.
୨୧ It pained him to see such a lovely person like yourself feel like you didn’t fit in anywhere. Except from in between his arms, albeit inexperienced with embracing you, it was comforting nonetheless.
“Dear, if you ever need me, just call out my name.”
kazuha
୨୧ It wasn’t exactly unfamiliar for him at all, if anything, Kazuha slightly understood your apprehension towards others. When he had asked you why— out of curiosity, you couldn’t put it into words. Hence why such a poetic lover could do it for you.
୨୧ You’d shield yourself under his arms, hiding from something. Perhaps the lingering gaze of common folk, yet wouldn’t that prove how beautiful you truly are? Had he interpreted the message wrongfully? It seems so.
୨୧ “Like the breeze which flows across these lands, carrying all sorts of leaves, each different from the rest, some poisonous to the touch, others blank and rarely those with beauty in the howl they sing in passing.” Kazuha had described it, a suitable analogy according to your praise.
୨୧ He has never pushed you from where you were comfortable— insisting you take your time on the journey of expression. Need something from the market but you feel to anxious to go? Absolutely fine, your lover brings photographs and all you desire to familiarise the place to you. After all, nothing good is formed in rushed writing.
୨୧ On days where your perturbation reached worrying levels, Kazuha would sit beside you through it, offering to discuss your feelings. A compassionate man such as he listened to every tense word that stammered past your lips with only patience.
“Darling, I promise these turbulent emotions will pass, for now, please remember how much you mean to me and those who adore you.”
heizou
୨୧ It’s only natural for the renowned detective of the Tenryou Commission himself to notice your hesitation around people— you’d soon come to realise you weren’t as discreet as you thought you were.
୨୧ Simple gestures, like fumbling and fidgeting with your fingers or an object, even hiding your face from others behind your frail hands (which he found unusual, you’re beautiful, why would you hide yourself away?) to complete states of panic, where you would shut the world out for hours at a time.
୨୧ It wasn’t easy at all for you, he knew that best. He recalls how when he first started dating you, how quiet and tense you were. Now you’ve warmed up to him enough to tell him about your worries. Heizou would take your hands in his own, massaging them and observing your brittle nails from biting them so often.
୨୧ You’ve insisted multiple times that your boyfriend must of found you irritating or annoying yet he feels his heart break every time those accusations fall from your lips. How he hated the self-deprecating words you degrade yourself with. Heizou would do anything to make you realise the truth.
୨୧ He loves you— the detective would leave meetings and parties just to stay by your side, if you didn’t feel comfortable around a person he’d instantly leave and go with you instead. Nothing matters more than the apple of his eye, no matter how anxious you are.
“Sweetheart, i adore you for who you are, everyone else comes second to you.”
scaramouche
୨୧ When he met you at first, Scaramouche couldn’t understand your fear of other humans, why would your arms shake whenever someone merely approached you? Why wasn’t it the same with him— is it because he’s not human?
୨୧ A puppet, one too emotional to function as intended and one too unfamiliar with social norms. That’s all he was, and you were drawn into him for it. Now that you’re both closer than ever, he’s realised he’s not meant to decipher you, but rather to accept and protect.
୨୧ If anyone got too close to you, he’d shield you with his body in a heartbeat, deterring them away. Those cold, indigo eyes softened by your trembling hands. Such a delicate being, he’s handle everyone else like meaningless stones, yet you’ll be upheld and guarded like priceless pottery, as if you’d crack with the raise of his voice.
୨୧ He knows how it feels to be dismissed and ignored, and Scaramouche would do anything to abolish such a cruel act against you. His empty chest filled with warmth, all of your love and reliance into a loving pulse of affection. A makeshift heart.
୨୧ A couple of limited words, but so rich in actions the outside eye couldn’t see. You cherish what you have, and so does he.
“I’ll admit, when i’m with you, i don’t feel so inhuman anymore, i’m given a purpose that i’ve been searching for.”
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dxstopiaa · 9 months
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hello! >u< how are you? if it's okay, may i request the sumeru men with a s/o who loooooves sitting on their lap? i hope you have a great day/night!
characters: alhaitham, kaveh, cyno, tighnari and dottore x gn! reader
warnings: sfw! may be suggestive! otherwise fluff [hii anon! i hope you are doing well too! i tried to post something even though it’s been a month, i’m so sorry <3]
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alhaitham
“Haitham, can i sit on your lap again?”
“…You may.” The Acting Grand Sage looked down at you, who had unknowingly sat on the desk infront, eyes gleaming so enthusiastically it’d be a shame to deny you of what you so kindly requested.
If anyone didn’t know the scribe as personally as you did, they’d say he was a cold-hearted man with a thirst only knowledge could quench— that he was incapable of demonstrating love. He’d overheard such earlier, watching the two students indulging in some pointless (and incorrect, mind you) gossip.
He wasn’t one to care of other’s perception of him, but with you in his life and his lap, he had to show at least some regard for his reputation. Seems like all you cared about at the moment was adjusting against his chest so you could snuggle your face into the corner of his neck. Firmly muscular, but comfortable.
He smelt pleasant— hints of fresh citrus and old books radiated off of him like an aura. You suppose the scent of a person really said a lot about them. Al Haitham, that once bitterly cold man had been reduced like a squeezed lemon, sour at first but you’ve drained that attitude from him. As for the other, well, the books were self-explanatory. He was a needed comfort either way.
“Can you read to me too please?”
“You ask for too much, darling...”
kaveh
“Kaveh, you wouldn’t mind me sitting on your lap, right?”
The architect’s breath hitched, pencil hovering over the unfinished blueprint. Did he just hear you right? He sighed, wondering why he felt the need to express hesitance when you’re his beloved. That’s new, and awfully endearing too.
His lack of an answer left thoughts swarming your head within seconds. Did i make him uncomfortable? Why though? You’ve done much more intimate things with him than this. You spun around on your heel, a mediocre attempt at fleeing the flustering scene. The creak of a chair accompanied with a tight grasp of a hand around your wrist had settled you onto Kaveh’s thighs.
“Don’t run away, sweetheart, i was a little taken aback, that’s all.” Your boyfriend massaged circular motions into your tense shoulders, apprehensively stiff to the touch. You melted into his gentle ministrations, finally lowering yourself into his lap securely.
“Am i not bothering your soon to be due planning?” You quizzed, turning your head to glance at the messily organised desk, fragments of graphite smeared over it and numerous pencils scattered across the surface. A professional procrastinator is what he was, he never accepted such a name from your mouth, poorly persuading you to keep quiet so he could de-stress.
“I needed a break anyway, my love, just rest with me a little while longer.”
cyno
“I know you’re busy Cyno, but can i sit with you please?”
Such innocently vague phrasing truly disguised your intentions. When you said it like that, Cyno didn’t think much of it and simply agreed. That was until you positioned yourself comfortably on his lap, legs either side of his thighs.
He gasped softly— watching you loop your arms around his neck and snuggle your face into his chest. Bold behaviour like this wasn’t normal for you but he supposed this didn’t have any deeper meaning other than wanting to be close to him.
“Dear…you don’t have anything up your sleeve, do you?” Cyno quizzed, squinting slightly to search for any reaction from you. Your light giggle and the abrupt shaking of your head suggested you didn’t have any ulterior motives.
The general grinned briefly, setting down his report to embrace you with his arms and began to kiss your forehead delicately, leaning into his gentle touch as if you were a cat starved of attention.
“Why don’t i change that, darling?”
tighnari
“Nari, sitting on your lap won’t interfere with your work, yes?”
Your boyfriend froze, the abrupt request felt unfamiliar to fall from your tongue, yet he couldn’t find it within him to decline such an offer. He placed the pen down, turning so slightly as to not let you see the hint of rose over his face.
“Well, i suppose it wouldn’t.” The forest ranger mumbled, trying his hardest not to show a trace of embarrassment. So much for the composed, knowledgeable chief everyone knew. You, on the other hand, smiled cheekily, walking over to see what mess you’ve made.
Just as you were about to tease him, Tighnari seized your waist and spun you around to sit facing the other way. Of course, you facepalmed yourself mentally, how could you limit your lover’s sharp mind?
Tighnari was not about to let you make fun of him with your little tricks— like how you did numerous times before.
“Not so fast darling. I think i deserve an apology for that, physical or verbal, it’s up to you.”
dottore
“My husband, can i sit here with you?”
Dottore trailed his scarlet eyes over your torso, following your outstretched arm until he witnessed your own finger directed to his very lap. You… wanted to sit on him? How flatteringly bold of you. He shifted his legs to let you move in between, patting his situationally vacant legs.
“As you wish, my love, don’t keep me waiting.”Your lover chuckled as your sudden expression adapted into a more coy smile, whether this was from hesitance or excitement, he didn’t know. Your gentle hands reached for his shoulders, so lightly as if you were afraid.
His thighs were firm yet soft enough to rest your own on top, allowing the harbinger to run his fingers along your back whilst he admired the way in which you’d relax against him without a care in the world. He only mattered to you in this moment— the unexpectedly soft, caring husband no one knew of but yourself.
Dottore hasn’t meant to become so attached to the feeling of your thighs encasing him, now it was the only way he was fond of, with you right where you’re safe.
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dxstopiaa · 9 months
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hii dears it’s me again! only three more days left of exams and i’ll be back to posting again! i hope you all are doing well and see you until then !! 💕
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hiya my dears!! i just wanted to put out an announcement here! as my exams are coming up, my updates and requests will be quite delayed as of now. no need to worry though <3 to the three anons who sent me pending requests i will get them done! ♡´・ᴗ・`♡
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but omgomg thank u all sm! are you joking?? 1000 followers? this means sm to me, i get so happy when i think that this many people love my works <3 take care you all!
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dxstopiaa · 10 months
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hiya my dears!! i just wanted to put out an announcement here! as my exams are coming up, my updates and requests will be quite delayed as of now. no need to worry though <3 to the three anons who sent me pending requests i will get them done! ♡´・ᴗ・`♡
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but omgomg thank u all sm! are you joking?? 1000 followers? this means sm to me, i get so happy when i think that this many people love my works <3 take care you all!
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dxstopiaa · 10 months
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Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! (HI HELLO❤️my first ask to you)
hello dear!! how are you doing?? also thank you for the ask <33 💕💕
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dxstopiaa · 10 months
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Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! <33333333 hi again 💖
thank you dearest <3333 also thank you so much to @crystalflygeo @vivalabunbun @moraxsthrone for the same reasons, luv you all!!
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dxstopiaa · 10 months
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hey hey! could i request zhongli, cyno, and tighnari with a hypersexual s/o who is actually pretty ashamed, so when they finish, they wait till theyre asleep and starts breaking down bawling their eyes out. this is kinda deep but i js want some comfort at the same time. if this is too deep or dark feel free to not do it 🫶🫶🫶
characters: zhongli, tighnari and cyno x hypersexual! gn! reader.
warnings: nsfw elements! hurt/comfort [dont worry at all anon <3 if this is something you experience, you should never feel ashamed]
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zhongli
❥ That feeling was there again— the one of guilt and shame you couldn’t eradicate no matter what you told yourself. Your husband’s thick cum still coated your thighs, not daring to move nor clean it up in fear of waking him beside you.
❥ You truly envied him. Zhongli slept peacefully with arms snaked around your bare waist, not a worry present. He loved you, you knew that, yet a tide of disgust wavered over your shivering body. It retreated in the form of hot flashes, returning upon each dreadful thought that went too long considered.
❥ His forearms, dangerously close to the tears accumulating at your jaw, embraced you so gently. You were too lost in the depths of your shame to realise your sobs had grown louder, grasping onto your lover’s hands for any sort of comfort.
❥ “My darling? What has you so distraught?” Zhongli’s husky voice whispered into your ear, not doing much except influencing the developing streams of saltwater across your cheeks. Your lack of response frightened him greatly, feeling his weight shift against the head board.
❥ “Please answer me, dearest?” His heart pumped with agony at your strings of broken cries. Did he go too rough with you? Were you scared? His questions dissipated when you wrapped your frail arms around his chest. Soft, tear-ridden eyes gleamed up at him, nothing but a satin robe to distance your bodies from another.
❥ “I feel so revolted with myself. Do you feel that way too?” Your meek, shaky voice muttered such self-deprecating language left those lips he kissed with pure adoration. How could you doubt his love? His light gasp followed by a frown pulled you from the depths of overthinking.
❥ “Of course not, sweetheart. Hearing words so undervaluing from you leads me to think of the restless nights you’ve endured without my knowledge. Allow me to help you, what is it that you’d like, dear?” He fondled your shaking hand, smoothing a finger over your wedding ring.
“Anything that regards you is nothing short of perfect, i’ll prove so by whatever means.”
cyno
❥ Soft, undisturbed snores filled the room, courtesy of the sleeping general. You were still reminiscing of the events which had occurred a mere hour ago. You— who was so eager and needy for Cyno it felt humiliating. He had you on his cock nearly every day, pleasuring you albeit not making as much noise himself.
❥ Was he tired of your high libido? Was he getting bored of you? Endless questions swarmed your mind like a cyclone, twisting your perception of your boyfriend till it rained down. You couldn’t help but start to weep, tributaries of tears collecting at your chin, washing away the gentle touches Cyno had placed there prior.
❥ You shouldn’t be so obvious about it, you thought. Perhaps it’d be better to calm down in the bathroom, removing the covers from your body. You didn’t even get to lift your head from the damp pillow fully as your lover had seized your wrist.
❥ “Don’t go, hiding your tears from me won’t help you in the slightest, love.” Called out Cyno, voice raspy with slumber. Although he didn’t know what this was about, that somber expression did not suit you in the slightest. He’d rather have it gone.
❥ Eyes blurred and hazy, you glanced over at him, finally allowing him to pull you close at his side. How could you even describe this to him— say that it’s nothing or burst into tears before you even opened your mouth? Your throat felt painfully constricted.
❥ “Don’t worry, if you can’t tell me now, this can be discussed in the morning. For now, just get some rest.” Cyno comforted, tracing his thumbs over each tear-stained cheek. You didn’t need to tell him, he could already sense what was wrong.
❥ That distant look in your eyes whenever you finished quickly, the sobs he thought were of pleasure were rather subtle cries of guilt. It was quite obvious yet he was so unperceptive to not realise it till you were curled up beside him? Cyno held you closer than ever, arms framing your shivering body as if you were glass, about to shatter any second now.
“I apologise for not seeing this earlier. Let me remind you that i fell in love with the exact person you’re incorrectly ashamed of, i wouldn’t change anything about you.”
tighnari
❥ There was something off about you— Tighnari could sense it, although not place a finger on it. Your lips trembled with something he thought was fear, yet it wouldn’t make sense if it was. You’ve always been an expressive person, so why the sudden change?
❥ You were quite loud just a few minutes ago, now it seems you’ve withdrawn yourself under the cotton covers for comfort. You’d always ask for aftercare and snuggle close to him after sex, though not a single request sounded from the opposite side of the bed.
❥ If only he knew that your saline tears dampened the pillow and your lashes, the red hue that was on your cheeks had shifted up to your eyes, worn with distress. Tighnari had never mentioned anything negative to you at all, however this sickening discomfiture twisted your stomach.
❥ Despite how hard you tried to disguise the reality of your feelings, fleeing from your excessive eroticism, it’d all come down one day. Your throat closed up, a pounding migraine overtook your senses, making it all the more apparent.
❥ “Dear? What’s the matter? Are you hurt?” The forest ranger panicked— ears twitching half-confusedly. No response apart from a snivel and the rustling of the quilt which you grasped onto. Immediately, he reached for a glass of water and towel.
❥ Tighnari turned you over, fingers brushing along your jaw, patting the cool, damp fabric over your closed eyes. Wails of panic were replaced with small hiccups, breathing still irregular but not as before. Would you even want to discuss this now? He fears startling you again.
❥ Your boyfriend continued to lightly massage your head, raking his slender fingers in your tangled hair. Moments like these— where you needed him the most, he’s here for you.
“Shh, it’s okay, don’t stress over this too much dearest. Get some sleep now.”
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dxstopiaa · 10 months
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Could I request headcanons of Al-Haitham, Gorou and Zhongli with a lion hybrid reader?
characters: alhaitham, gorou, xiao and zhongli x switch! gn! hybrid! reader
warnings: degradation, oral, praise, masturbation, consensual somnophillia [assuming you meant nsfw like my other posts…sorry if you didn’t!] [these are more like one-shots rather than headcanons, apologies <\3]
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alhaitham
✧ A naive little thing, you are. The scholar finds it amusing how you’re pleasuring yourself shamelessly, your tail swinging to and fro in oblivious ecstasy. Your boyfriend is home yet you still insist on doing so yourself? Pride comes at an embarrassing cost.
✧ “Already so pent up? Was yesterday not fulfilling enough?” Alhaitham states, that sarcastically monotonous voice comes from the crack of the partially open door. You’ve been moaning his name so loudly all this time, thinking he wasn’t even home.
✧ A choked gasp followed by his hands playing with your soft thighs seconds later. The scribe’s got all your desires planted in his mind like a textbook, analysing your reaction to his touches. Mating season wasn’t any time soon, so what’s caused this sudden lewd behaviour?
✧ “No! It was…it’s just…” You stumbled over your words, his teal eyes scrutinising the way your legs trembled the closer his mouth drew to your groin, his warm breath felt over your sensitive skin. You felt so small compared to him.
✧ “Don’t bother using your words, looks like kitty over here is too distracted.” Al Haitham insulted with a quick stroke of his tongue to your sex. You immediately rutted your hips again his mouth shamelessly, whiskers spiking up in delight.
✧ He adored your sensitive little reactions, eyes fluttering shut as your lips parted in euphoria, he just couldn’t get enough of it— and neither could you.
“I’ve read much about your species, yet nothing says anything about a sex drive as high as this, i suppose you’re just a crude anomaly.”
gorou
✧ You were supposed to be sleeping soundly beside him, yet such an action so innocent revealed a lustier one within. Gorou’s dick twitched in his pants, so hard it almost hurt. Your top rode up, which revealed your chest and nipples, whilst your shorts revealed your plush thighs and the faint imprint of your sex from the lack of underwear.
✧ Your ass looked so pretty and plump, he just wanted to grind his cock against it. Morality and desire battled in his mind, would you be upset if you caught him? Or would you play along? Would you even wake up at all? Gorou whimpered from the pressure.
✧ “I’m truly sorry.” He muttered before pulling his erection from the confinements of his boxers, whining when he pumped his hands over it. It was becoming harder to control his moans and lechery alike. You wouldn’t mind— surely?
✧ Assuming the most satisfactory option, he slowly slid his dick inbetween your thighs, precum beading on his tip and smearing on as lubrication. Your ears flutters briefly and you let out a contented sigh— whether or not you knew was a different matter.
✧ Shy, gentle movements evolved into frantic pistons against your ass, which he had already undressed, teasing his own dick at your hole. It seemed like you were unknowingly enjoying this too as the front of the material had a slight dampened patch. A wet dream, perhaps.
✧ “Gorou…more, please…” You panted in your trance, the mere sound of your voice has your boyfriend cumming over your soft skin, and onto the now sticky bedsheets. Shame overtook his senses until your tail wrapped over his waist, inviting him even closer.
“Don’t worry about me, i want this as much as you do…don’t stop please..”
xiao
✧ You’re messing with him now— as if your ears twitching and eyebrows lifting slightly whenever he gave you that stern look didn’t give it away. Each tantalisingly sluggish stroke used to force pleasured grunts but now they’ve morphed into disappointment.
✧ You sat snugly between his thighs, bending down to inflict subtle ministrations on his painfully erect cock, which leaked with translucent precum. You didn’t dare to let him have his release, perhaps you enjoyed teasing more than you thought.
✧ Xiao did not. Every sickening touch, or rather the lack of it, made him insane. You looked so satisfied with yourself, the mess you’ve made of him— he needs to see you fall into lust like him.
✧ “Enough. Remember you’re just a lowly adeptus who’s under the influence of their general.” You couldn’t even process his outburst until he gripped your waist and pushed you onto your back, his dick inching towards your hole already.
✧ “Alatus, please!” A firm thrust into you has your mind spiralling with discomfort and pleasure, that exterior of pride and honour shattered as your whines for mercy went ignored. It humoured him really— who’s begging for pleasure now?
✧ Xiao doesn’t even let you finish with him, he’s pulling out so you can’t enjoy the sensation of him filling you up. You involuntarily clawed at his biceps, pleading for his cum yet he never gives you what you want.
“Hmph. Next time, address me with more respect, you’re just a weak feline with no real awareness for their superior.”
zhongli
✧ You’re doing it again, staring up at him so lewdly when he’s merely telling you a story. Nothing deterred you from acting in such an obscene manner, even if it was the peaks of the adeptal abode. He would of thought you’d have some variation of shame.
✧ Oh, how wrong he was. Mere seconds later and your sitting on his lap, clinging onto his white, celestial robes and grinding yourself against his gorgeously marked fingers, flowing with energy so rich they pulsed ever so slightly. You shouldn’t be doing this, he’s your archon and superior for heavens sake!
✧ “My, eager aren’t you? I remind you what you’re subjected to if you give in to your desires, yes?” Morax quizzes, already feeling you clench around his fingers as they finally entered your tight hole. Your tail swings behind you fervently, lost in the feeling of lust.
✧ Eager nods of your little head and you’re now propped against his own statue nearby, face planted on the cold stone as he mercilessly thrusted into you, the prettiest yet most sinful noises he’s heard escape your mouth. He found it unusual how you haven’t found a mate to resolve this problem of yours, or were you keeping abstinence for him?
✧ You’re bent over even more now, claws gripping onto the idol carving to accommodate for the Geo Archon’s sheer weight. All the more worth it when he leaves trails of marks over your naked torso and neck, inhaling your sweet scent of arousal. You’re so obedient for him it’s adorable.
✧ His groans are as deep as he is into you, the loud sound of your soft ass against his pelvis resounding through the stone forest, your core swarmed with pleasure at every baritone moan of his. Who wound of known Morax himself would of enjoyed a humble feline like you.
“We’re not finished just yet, dearest. You wanted this, i won’t stop until i’ve bred you so full that you can’t even leave my dwelling.”
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dxstopiaa · 10 months
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hello dystopia moot! *waves enthusiastically* i hope you're having a lovely weekend! 🧡
since you love yummy scents, what do you think zhongli smells like? what cologne do you think he'd wear? he seems like the type that would wear cologne to me.
are there any other characters that you think would wear a particular perfume/cologne, or maybe just have a signature scent? like a blend of things they smell like?
hi kel!! *waves happily* i hope you are too ♡
omgomg FOR SURE zhongli wears cologne and musk!! he definitely has a natural earthy and musky scent (from drinking tea so much), as the geo archon, but i think he has a HUGEE collection of cologne and musk, correct me if i’m wrong but i’m sure in one of the liyue quests it involves getting perfumes and scents from ying’er and he knew a lot! even about the feminine ones !! but personally i think he loves colognes with a pleasant but strong scent that resembles frankincense and sandalwood/oriental woods!
if you’re close enough to him you may smell a hint of sweet tea and jasmine fhhgfbjfxbh (i want to bury my face in his chest) he’d love going perfume shopping with his s/o <33
as for other characters, childe is another who i think has a very distinct smell! i think he’d like traditionally masculine cologne! we all know about that strong signature hugo boss smell and aftershave! he smells refreshing although that faint scent of metal you can’t place is there…. minty citrusy colognes!! if he physically recoils back when he smells it for the first time, he’s getting it. Lemongrass and spearmint ofc!!! don’t forget he LAYERSS it on, while it dissipates during the day, though it’s not as unpleasant as them avid axe body spray gymrats, he’s getting damn well close 😭😭
hehe that’s what i think as of now!! if you have any other character headcanons lmk! id love to hear them, take care <333 ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
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dxstopiaa · 10 months
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thank you for the tag dear @moraxsthrone <3 here’s mine! (notice how i share one with my favs !!)
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tagging (feel free to join, anyone!) : @vivalabunbun @cherrynim83 @luxxid
Post 6 anime characters you share an MBTI with.
@mrsackxrman babe, I hope you don't mind me hopping in on the fun. Open tag as always! ㅤᵕ̈
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dxstopiaa · 10 months
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Impetous Injuries
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Synopsis: Caring for an irresponsibly injured man was not on your plan for today, so why was he at your door?
Characters: Morax, Xiao, Childe and Scaramouche x Fem! Reader!
Warnings: Zhongli as an archon and Scaramouche as fatui again, Childe’s part has angst/comfort. description of injuries and trauma. ♡´・ᴗ・`♡ [i needed to post something sfw and clear my drafts! <3]
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Morax
It wasn’t every day that you’d hear the hasty pummel of closed fists against your front door and even rarer was it to witness one of the Seven requesting for your help— a meagre goddess who tried to live a tranquil, joyous life to the best of her ability.
“I fear i may of overestimated myself, dear.” Morax’s throaty voice could be made out from behind the door, notably lower in volume. Neither was this the first time, yet something felt different than usual. Of course, the archaic god was prone to injury in battle, but upon opening the door, he was more maimed than you had thought.
Brunette strands of hair plastered to his chest and forehead—covered in elemental ichor and sweat. His limbs were littered in a spectrum of wounds, bruises and incisions alike. His robes of ivory reduced to scraps of crimson-dyed fabric, blood from who knows where drenched his torso.
In short, you were responsible for an Archon who had gotten himself too deep into bloodlust. As always. Your lips pressed together before you let out a displeased hum. You just wished he would of cared for himself better.
“Morax…are you even aware of the severity of your injuries? Thank Celestia no one had attacked you on the way here!” You scolded, arms crossed as an attempt to look irked enough for the irresponsible man to come to his long-lost senses.
Though to him, you just looked adorable, he had always been fond of your gentle heart in the midst of a war. Therefore, Rex Lapis knew you valued him too much to leave him isolated in the dangerous depths of the night, entering your abode and placing a bloodstained hand on your pretty face. You didn’t grimace from his touch.
“I’m truly sorry, but you’re the only one i can trust with healing, my goddess.” You felt your knees buckle at the endearment, rather embarrassed that such a high-status being was addressing you as superior. He just never learns, does he?
“Please stop the flattery, my Lord. Instead, follow me so i can actually treat you.” Another exasperated sigh from your lips, you gently held his finger and guided him to the steaming bath, collecting all relevant tonics and herbs in your store room and returning back to the wounded god.
Your heart lept in your chest seeing this he was, quite literally, already fully undressed. Oh, so shamelessness was another quality he lacked? It most certainly didn’t help that he could barely even fit his tall frame into the jade tub, glowing aureate arms casually resting on the outskirts of the container. You felt your mind begin to wander as did your trail of vision.
“Ah, my injuries are starting to sting slightly—Hm? What has you so timid?” Morax’s tone felt unfamiliar to you, seeing the God of contracts so relaxed might of stunned you beyond repair. You dismissed yourself, dampening a medicated towel and wiping it gently over his chiseled chest—as calmly as one could in such a predicament.
Grunts and groans followed with some obscenities of his at the stinging serums painted your cheeks scarlet. Genuine or not, you didn’t think you could hold your composure for another minute. Even worse— the youthful archon wouldn’t remove his piercing critical gaze from your face, analysing every single movement in your expression.
“Admire me and my lips all you’d like afterwards, but i’m in a dire condition at the moment, dearest.”
“It’s not like that, Morax! Halt such talk and stay quiet whilst i treat you! Please!”
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Xiao
Stubborn.
The quality that the Yaksha had always been described as. Especially by you. Yet he never listened to your pleads to let you help him.
Xiao hesitantly loitered around the door to your estate, a gloved hand lingering on the doorknob for longer than it should have. He’s been doubting his feelings of just ‘friendship’. He’s seen human couples— so loving and expressive it squeezes his heart in a manner so painful, you deserved better than a man who didn’t even think to enter your home, so he discarded his thought.
Especially one who would turn up with blood around his clothes, a deep wound on his side too.
Just as he contemplated leaving, the wooden barrier inched open. You held a miniature basket, a lengthy list in the other. Xiao was keen to disappear at that moment. Despite this, you were quick to drop them both to encase the adeptus in a tight embrace.
“Xiao!” An excited exclamation from you as you rested your cheek against his shoulder. Had you noticed his injuries at all, or was it pure blinded excitement to greet him? Crimson still trickled down his abdomen, but you had wrapped your arms around his waist.
A surge of pain and discomfort flashed through his body— he couldn’t stop the loud gasp he let out when your arm grazed his injury.
“Agh!” Xiao cried out, causing you to recoil back into place upright upon the doorstep. Your delicate features morphed into a state of horror whilst he stumbled back. Your sleeves were coated with vermillion fluid, eyes fluttering to the yaksha’s expression and back to your stained clothing.
“This isn’t anything major, i’ll leave myself to treat it—” You barely let the usually vigilant adeptus finish his sentence before grabbing his wrist and pulling him close gently, barricading him from vanishing into a flurry of karmic debt.
“No. I can’t let you go until you’ve recovered well, you can barely walk upright Xiao!” You smoothed your thumb over his cheek tenderly, distracting him that you were, in fact, taking him inside into the safety of your abode.
The adeptus’ face was warm— tentatively watching your own lips so close to his. Your kindness was irreplaceable, your heart was too soft for his liking, but he’s never once felt unwelcome in your presence. Xiao had witnesses the false sympathy humans showed off towards him, yet you’ll always be willing to listen.
Now you’re treating his wounds? Why are you doing this?
“I’m running out of my medicine, i’ll visit Bubu Pharmacy later, just have these now, please?” You offered, suddenly noticing the flush over his cheeks. Maybe he has a fever too? He accepted the concoction of herbs, hesitantly consuming the mixture. Xiao, having noticed your obvious staring at his chest, shifted around in his seat.
“Xiao…?” Archons, he just looked so anxious it’s endearing, you’d hate to push him from his comfort zone but he hasn’t got much of a choice.
“Yes?”
“You’re going to have to…remove your shirt—” You meekly stated, ashamedly hanging your head down at your lap as he cleared his throat numerous times. That just sounded so disrespectful! What if he took it the wrong way? You resided within the embarrassing realm of overthinking.
“As you wish, but be quick, i’d rather not have you ogling me.”
“I do not!”
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Childe
Two in the morning.
That was the time your beloved decided to show up— weak, timid thumps of his open palm across the wooden barrier. Childe knew he had already messed up, clenching his jaw with anxious anticipation. What would you say? Yesterday, tired tears flowed down your cheeks. It hurt him to leave his care in your hands rather than his own. Would you do anything at all? Would you leave him lonely in the cold?
The harbinger’s questions were answered for him. Your body slumped over, distress tugged at your eyebrows. You stared at every injured limb of his.
Merciless splotches of the infamous crimson liquid matched his scarf, ripped and loosely tied against his thigh. A tourniquet, ideal for hiding the severity of the injury below it. His bruised skin was as lifeless as the pale snow cascading to the floor, where his eyes stayed put. A classic snezhnayan man fitting right into his war-strife homeland. If it wasn’t his own blood, it was the metallic scent of other’s. The unpleasant smell was overpowering, that migraine of yours worsening and nausea invading your stomach.
You remained blank and wordless, firmly securing one of his least injured arms over your shoulders and guiding him to the armchair. Childe hated seeing you like this— yet he never changed his ways. He didn’t know what hurt more, the pre-assembled medical kit laying on the side cabinet, or the two cold dishes set upon the dining table that went uneaten from hours ago. He messed up, for sure.
“Darling…Please, say something.” Tartaglia breathily beseeched, clasping a wounded hand over yours. You shook him off. You yourself didn’t know what you were feeling. Shock? Well, this was the third time this week, so no. Hurt? Something deeper than that.
“Say what? Childe, you just never learn!” Your sudden outburst made him flinch, and your heart panged with guilt—yet it was never strong enough to overcome your fury.
“Two days ago you arrived with major burns, the next with a broken wrist and today barely making it alive? Tomorrow will you even come back to me? Or will your coworkers deliver me your death instead?” Your tears swelled up in your eyes, distracting him from you by pressing the antiseptic towel against his stab wounds.
Childe hissed, unsure if the sting was from your harsh words or from the medication. His heart felt as if someone had squeezed it tight, the truth pained him to hear, especially from his wife’s mouth. He had kept you up for so long, losing your rest and throwing you into an abyss of constant worry. He deserved it. How could he ignore you?
“Love, i’m so sorry, i beg you, you can do anything to me. Ignore me, hate me or punish me for all i care, just don’t leave me alone…please.” His cerulean eyes held no lies, staring into your distant ones with desperate longing.
He clinged onto your torso, near sobbing into the crook of your neck. The frantic nature of his words broke your trance, anger dissipating with each tear of your own. Soon enough, your arms instinctively raised to wrap him in your embrace. Staying infuriated with him was futile.
His half-conscious pleads ceased as he calmed down, exhaustion catching up to the young Harbinger. You combed his matted tresses with your fingers, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead to lull him into comfort.
“I’m sorry, Childe, just take better care of yourself, okay?” You reassured, his confirmation in response felt real this time. He rested his heavy head in your lap, enjoying the warmth of your hand on his cheek.
Your husband wouldn’t give up your company for the world—if he had to cease his pursuit of strength for you, he’d do it in a heartbeat.
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Scaramouche
“What, are you just going to stand there staring at me? Let me in.”
A rude introduction from an even more arrogant man. Scaramouche stood lazily upright at the entrance to your estate, somehow expecting you to take him in your arms and nourishment. Expecting you not to question him. Too bad you did just that.
“Yes, i will. Care to explain why you’re here?” You scoffed in an equally aggressive manner. Your eyes trailed up his legs and waist, exposed and bruised— if that was possible for a puppet. Nothing spilled from said wounds, but the Harbinger discreetly winced from the pain. He remained there silent, opting not to share any details.
“Shut up, this isn’t my fault.” Scaramouche almost yelled, his unexpected outrage igniting irritation through your body.
Oh? You clenched your teeth together in frustration. Your grasp on the doorknob was deathly, you were in no mood to deal with his attitude nor his own problems. “Then this isn’t my concern.”
And with that, you forced the door shut— well, as far as you could. Scaramouche pushed the door open with his foot and arm, a look of disbelief and confusion gleamed in his eyes. How dare you? Those words he wanted to spit at you, but all that fell was a single word.
“Wait!” The harbinger exclaimed, forcing his way through the gap in door. He couldn’t believe himself. First, he dared to show up to your house and now he’s begging for your help? He felt pathetic, truly.
Resistance was pointless against him. Letting your ex-boyfriend back into the very same house he’d swear he’d never step into again. But being ruthlessly ignorant was his characteristic, not yours. Scaramouche had obviously forfeited whatever ego he latched onto— you weren’t that cruel as to leave an injured man by himself.
“I’m sorry, alright? I shouldn’t of been so blunt.” His head, for once, was inclined towards the wooden floor, indigo eyes barely meeting yours. It was an apology nonetheless. “I mean, for everything, even for how i acted before.”
Scaramouche was…genuine? Bewilderment accumulated within your judgement, your heart softened. You knew this feeling— you knew you shouldn’t be feeling sympathetic for the harbinger you used to love so dearly, the man who left you without a valid answer. It couldn’t be helped.
The more that Scaramouche longingly gazed at you, the more he desired to be kept in your arms just like he used. His cold exterior melted away like treaded snow, instead your footsteps trampled over it. He couldn’t justify the guilt-ridden sensation plucking away at each inch of his body. He found himself on that day, emotional, again.
Scaramouche doesn’t act like this. Kunikuzushi does.
If he had to surrender his dignity to take you back as his, he’ll do it, just this once. His fingers, still blistered and scarred from earlier yet appearing so delicate on his porcelain skin grazed your jaw. Soft touches and gestures lulled him into safety within your embrace. An action he missed far too much.
Kunikuzushi latched tightly onto you in his mindless stupor of mental and physical distress, not coming to terms with he consequences of his behaviour later on. You found his conduct abnormal—  if it was fear of losing you again, or simple loss of informed conscious, you wouldn’t know.
Raised, superficial gashes of violet and burgundy littered his pained countenance. You never thought that wounds could look as pretty as his. Not a single tear was shed for a vessel such as he, but his grasp on you slipped once the puppet fell into a peaceful slumber.
With your heedful care and more ointments than preferred, he had recovered by the next morning and those surreal memories wafted back to him. Two sentences wavered in his mind.
“Don’t disregard my words from yesterday, i meant it. Whether you accept it, it’s up to you…”
“…If it results in less harm for you, i’ll listen to those words from my mouth thousands of times over.”
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dxstopiaa · 11 months
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so! now that the poll has all been finalised, here are the results (brown and visual won!) and my future blog organisation will appear once i clear my drafts out!
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my series— a specific colour scheme, eg red.
requests and regular fics— brown and white theme, visual images maybe!
note— this will change when i decide to change my theme later this year! old posts will remain as they are.
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