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hellinistical · 2 months

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After a couple encounters with a guy from the library, you get handsy after you agree to let him teach you French.

Tutor!Knives x Afab, gn reader.

Warnings: fingering, pet names, cockwarming, no protections.

WC: 2.4k

It had started as a simple thing. Simple touches with the tips of your fingers grazing each others’ hands. Occasional glances that may or may not have lingered. You saw each other maybe three times a week throughout the campus- usually in the library, where you’d find him pushing his glasses up for the umpteenth time as he struggled (only sometimes) to carry a horrific amount of books to the checkout.

Remembering when he dropped a couple of his books, you helped him gather them up, using it as your chance to strike up a conversation with him finally, but he had beaten you to it.

“You’re in here a lot, huh?”

Your eyes widened; his voice was surprisingly deep. The man chuckled at your reaction as if it were a normal response- it probably was. “So are you.”

“Touche.”

You stayed quiet momentarily, looking him over as he counted his stack.

He was pretty, with lashes that kissed his cheek. His hair was soft, blonde and pushed back.

He was pretty, with his broad shoulders and slender waist.

He was just pretty.

You hear a group of students behind you, but you can't make out what they’re saying- it was probably just nonsensical plans for the weekend, anyways. And then finally, you see his eyes as he looks up.

He was really pretty.

Swirls of blue melted with the light grays and greens from the sun rays streaming in through the windows, and by god, you couldn't even begin to think of a logical reason for this with all your medical knowledge.

“You’re staring,” He had a small smile on his face, his books now in bags as he extended a hand towards you. Taking it, you mumbled an apology, noticing one more thing.

His skin was hot.

***

A couple of months went by, and you learned a lot about your library buddy-turned-friend. Like the fact that his name was Naii- short for Knives. You didn’t get his last name, he didn’t get yours. Naii hated swimming but loved baths. He had a big family and wanted a big family. And he couldn’t cook for shit. He was a language fanatic and wanted to travel all over when he graduated.

You also learned that he was very persuasive when he wanted to be.

**** "That's it, sugar, just like that. You're doing so good for me. Can you tell me what the next sentence is?"

Your mind was hazy, overwhelmed by the loud thrumming of your pulse in your ears as you look at the characters in the textbook, seeing the way they joined as you formed the syllables to read it aloud.

"J'aime aller au cinema" (I like to go to the cinema.)

“Very good,” Nai hummed into your neck as he listened to you sound out the words, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. He had you, his pretty little student in his lap, an open (albeit slightly damaged) French textbook splayed out on "Common Greetings and Phrases", with his hands on your waist, keeping you pinned to his lap. Shifting your hips, you mumbled something incoherently, but he paid it no mind as he fixed you again for the umpteenth time. His hands kneaded the fat of your thighs as he whispered praises in your ear every time you got a word right, calling you sweetheart, pet, beloved, and the like. Thumbs drawing circles in them, Naii occasionally would pinch the inner sides, making you jolt. While he wouldn’t reward you with praise if you got it wrong, he would motivate and tease you while you struggled to understand the material.

That being said, truthfully, he was originally going to tutor you.

He just got sidetracked.

A shiver ran down your spine as you felt his teeth nip at your neck, his hot breath fanning over the skin as he licked the area. Biting your lip, you suppressed a moan; Nai’s hands had strayed down to the waistband of your sweatpants, running his fingers along the elastic band as he snapped them.

“Soft…” He whispered in your ear, as he slipped his hand past your underwear where his fingers met your labia. Trailing them along for a moment before he brought them to your lips, he pressed his thumb past them, grinning as you ran your tongue over the digit before he pulled away, bringing it back down to your pussy.

Starting to circle your clit, he moved slowly, with his thumb pressing against the bundle of nerves, and his middle and index fingers sliding between wet your folds, coating them in your arousal as he starts to tease around your entrance. You bucked your hips, a whine escaping you as he chuckled. His teeth caught the shell of your ear, and biting down softly, he hummed again. Clamping your thighs around his wrist, your mouth fell open as he pried them open again.

He pulled back, and for a second, you thought he’d stopped to actually tutor you again.

But he just got distracted.

Turning to look at him, Nai clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he grabbed your chin and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning you to face your textbook again.

“Focus, honey. Read the next one for me, please doll?” he murmured, his hand slipping under your shirt as he made quick work of your bra, pulling it off you. Your nipples pebbled from the cool air, hardening as they peaked through the thin fabric of your shirt. Rolling the bud between his fingers, you again bit your lip, your eyes trailing over the characters as you tried to make out what they said.

"J'aime l'art et..." (I enjoy art and…)

Your voice trailed off as he slid into you, one finger at first, pumping it in and out slowly as he curled it, soon adding a second, stretching out your walls.

Groaning, he leaned into your shoulder, his hair tickling the exposed skin as he pressed another kiss to your body. His free hand went to one of your breasts, squeezing it like it anchored him down. For all you knew, it probably did. You gasped shakily, your breath shallow.

“Oh, sweet thing, relax, it’s too tight f’me to move, don’t wanna hurt this pretty pussy now, do we?”

”“J'aime l'art et la littérature.” (I enjoy art and literature)

“There we go, look at you, so smart. Pretty thing.”

His fingers quickened their pace, and as if he already knew where to look, he found your g-spot, laughing as you again jolted.

You felt your hips rise suddenly, and the feeling of his fingers left you as Naii turned you over to face him. He had a wide smirk on his face, pressing one, two, three kisses to your lips as he brought his hands to his pants, quickly undoing them.

Your mouth watered, the textbook forgotten as he tugged his pants down just enough to reveal the waistband of his underwear. Your fingers were quick to tug that down, too, until his hand clamped around your wrist, a small smile on Nai’s face. His blue eyes gleamed, the light flush on his skin unabashedly resting there only growing deeper.

“Ah-ah. Not yet, Y/n.”

“Huh? Why not?”

He only smiled, leaning back into the chair as he looked at you expectantly, mouthing ‘in French, baby’.

Well, shit.

You wracked your brain, desperate; the sooner you got this, the sooner you would get the relief you wanted. All the while, he just smirked, running his hands down your sides, waiting patiently.

"S'il te plaît, Nai.” (Please, Nai)

You cringed at the way the words fell off your tongue; you definitely butchered the syllables and spacing of the words- something something the phonetics were too different and you didn’t remember enough Latin or Spanish to actually enunciate some of them.

Still, your buddy-turned-friend-turned-perhaps-boyfriend (you weren’t really sure what to call the two of you at this point, considering he just finger fucked you,) smiled easily, before leaning in and bopping your nose with his index.

"Bien sûr chérie." (Of course, darling.)

Letting go of your wrist, he leaned back again, watching as your hand went back to his underwear, a dark patch resting on the fabric, his bulge prominent. You slid his underwear down, raising your hips so you could slide them down more, watching as his cock sprung free.

Add that to the list of things that were pretty about Naii.

“You’re starin’, dollface,” He whispered, his hand wrapping around the base of his dick as he lazily pumped it.

“Not that I mind,” Nai added with a grin. You could see his canines peak out just barely again. "C'mere, raise your hips again- yeah, like that."

His hands were firm on your hips, squeezing the fat on them just a little as he helped you. His hands were hot against your skin, almost uncomfortably so. You paid it no mind, too focused on the task at hand. Lining His tip with your entrance, you noticed the pearls of pre, slowly dribbling out.

Lowering yourself, you sucked in a breath as his tip kissed your entrance, warm and slick. You were slow with it, taking him inch-by-inch, but Nai didn't seem to mind; it almost seemed like he enjoyed watching you struggle to take him in.

He exhaled sharply as you sank down on him, your walls clamping around his shape. Mumbled curses left his lips; he hadn’t expected it to be so tight. You bit your lips, half of you ashamed that you let it get this far and the other half wanting more. You were embarrassed, but it was too late to back out now.

Looking up at Naii through half-lidded eyes, you blinked slowly, your lashes giving butterfly kisses to your cheeks as you took a deep breath, bracing yourself, placing your hands on his shoulders as you started to ride him. It was clumsy, at first. Clumsy and slow. You didn’t rise all the way for fear of him getting out, but you also didn’t meet his base, for fear that he was too big.

Your hips stuttered as you rolled them; it was clear you didn’t know what you were doing. Chuckling, your tutor looked at you with an equally rosy face as his hands dug into your hips, helping you as he steadily quickened the pace, lifting and sinking you down on his cock, splitting you. A white ring soon formed around his shaft, strings of slick connecting you two everytime you rose up, only to be hidden as you fell.

A cry slipped past your lips- Nai had pushed you down to his base, pressing his hand against your stomach as he nodded in approval.

“So pretty,” He mumbled as he kept you down for a moment, basking in your warmth as he leaned over, biting your shoulder. His mouth was hot, teeth sharp as they made shallow scratches, breaking the skin. His tongue swiped at the peaking droplets of blood as he kept you there, arms firm around you.

As you tried to move, he pinched your thigh, sighing heavily.

“Knives?”

“Don’t… don’t move. Not yet. Let me…let me have this.” his voice was shaky, raspy as if he hadn’t spoken all day- which was quite the opposite. You comply, letting him be as you sat in his lap, full of him. Leaning into his touch, the tips of your fingers felt tingly, and nervous, as if a thousand butterflies had swarmed into your body.

You stayed like that for a time before he slowly started to rock back into you.

“Fuck…fuckin’- you feel so- why’re you so tight still? Makes no sense…relax around me, sweetheart. Wanna feel good, too, ya know? Just…fuck. Just lemme-” Nai sucked in a sharp breath. Suddenly, still in you, he wraps your legs around his waist as he lifted you up. You gasped, bracing yourself as he laid you out on the bed, crawling over you. Blue eyes pierced into your own, though this time it was as if rings of red began to swarm in his blue hues. Nai’s lips turned upwards into a crooked smirk, leaning over you, hiding you from view as he leaned in. An unspoken question, and you answered, raising your hands to his face as you captured his lips into a kiss, your lips molding against each other.

It was far too late to deny kisses at this point.

He bit your bottom lip, tugging at it before swiping his tongue across, asking for entrance, this time not waiting for an answer as he pushed into your mouth, his tongue meeting yours as he rocked his hips into yours.

Moans spilled from Nai’s lips, deep and heavy as he pulled away for air, just to dive back in as if he was intoxicated.

The dorm bed creaked, old from previous uses from previous students, the springs weary and tired. Placing a hand by your head as if to cage you in, Naii looked at you with blown-out eyes.

“Thank you,” He gasped, kissing you again as he muttered ‘thank you’ again and again. Praise fell from his lips, ‘sweet thing”, “doing so well,”, “just like that”, “I know you can take it. I know it,”. He was starting to get desperate, his movements getting sloppy as you began to space out, broken cries hiding his words.

A knot formed in your stomach, the flurry of butterflies in your stomach becoming an army as you brace yourself.

“Too much, Naii, it’s too much- can’t, I can’t-”

“You can love. I know it. Look at you, you’re doing so well.”

Kissing your tears away, his movements became erratic. He was close. You were close.

If the RA were to be walking down the halls, you wouldn’t know. But the idea of getting caught…

You groaned, eyes closing tight as you felt yourself come undone, but Nai persisted, making you ride out your orgasm, cursing as you came around him, only to return the favor.

Heat shot through your walls as he clamped a hand over your mouth when you screamed. It was intense, how the man above you forced you to ride it out, even when he himself was cumming.

As Naj slumped into you, he released a shaky breath, voice quiet.

“Mine…all mine, right, sweet thing?”

He rolled over, pulling you on top of him, not waiting for an answer.

You were spent, exhausted as you leaned into his touch. Your clothes stuck to your skin. You felt gross.

And just as you were about to fall asleep,

The RA banged on your door.

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hellinistical · 2 months

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You get payback for all the previous teasings Kuai did.

Warnings: rimming, pegging, afab reader, tonguing, blowjobs, fingering, anal, not proof-read (get a load of this guy amiright), femdom, cum play, spit, modern au, college setting, monster cock, synthetic cum, whimpering, overstimulation, creampies

WC: 4.5k

You delighted in the art of tease. After finishing the last of your papers, spring break was yours, and you looked at your collection, already knowing how you'd get payback (thank) the man who visited every night. A silly man- but persistent. He'd yet to go a day without asking for you, and you'd yet to go a day without denying him. Thinking back to when he first found your collection, you chuckled dryly. He had been so shocked, but that's what being nosey gets you. That, and an upcoming fuck. you smiled at the thought. Would he be upfront about his refusal? No, Kuai was a nasty man; he had proven it with every time he stepped foot through your door since you allowed it.

You shivered at the thought of your every movement calculated to incite a delicious tension in Kuai's veins. you would trail your fingertips along the lines of his jaw, down the curve of his neck, igniting a trail of goosebumps in your wake. With each caress, you'd assert your control, relishing the way Kuai surrendered to your every whim. You just have to wait now.

Sending a text, you let him know you were free, and unsurprisingly, the man-thing responded almost immediately back with an "5-min."

With a coy smile, you got up. Preparations would need to be done.

When Kuai arrived, you greeted him with a warm smile, your demeanor betraying nothing of the mischief brewing beneath the surface. you welcomed him inside, your eyes dancing with a playful glint as you led him to your room. you offered tea, like always. Offered snacks, like always. And like always, he got comfortable.

"How was your day?"

"Mm, it was fine. Better now. Sit with me?"

you nodded, moving to the bed, the added weight making the mattress dip. They stayed in silence for a time, just enjoying the presence of each other before you sighed. You moved to kiss him, lips molding against his own, a welcomed surprise on his part.

"Stay right there," you murmured against his lips, your voice a husky whisper in the stillness of the room. you moved to his lap, straddling him. Instinctively, his hands went to your ass, cupping your with a firm grip, assuming the lead before you pulled away.

"Nuh-uh. Not tonight- leave it like this."

If a man could become starved at denial in a second, that would be Kuai. And if a man could be starved at denial in a second only to lose the lead, that'd be him too, with the way you pushed his back into the bed, resuming the kiss.

Parted lips revealed trivial complaints of your day, and he swallowed it all.

"Stay the night?" you whispered against his lips, your voice a soft melody in the quiet room.

Of course, he said yes. The man-thing was too easy. Too predictable. you straddled his hips, the thin fabric of your shorts letting him feel the outline of your pussy, already damp.

"I thought you said not tonight," He muttered.

"I did. Not tonight for *you*."

you pulled away from the kiss, hands moving to the hem of his shirt. "You're like my own pet- too obedient."

"And that's a bad thing? I'll keep coming even after you stop opening your door to me."

"Such a waste."

"Not really- I've done it for 5 years. What's another 5?"

"True..."

As your teasing kiss lingered in the air, You gradually pulled back, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes. With a playful smile, you gently disentangled yourself from Kuai's embrace, leaving him momentarily breathless and wanting more. He chased your lips, only to be denied.

"Just stay here, finish undressing. I need to grab something."

"Hm?"

"Just one second."

"Why?"

"I have a surprise for you," you whispered, your voice low and sultry as you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away completely.

Kuai watched with anticipation as Youi moved across the room, your movements graceful and purposeful. With a teasing glance over your shoulder, you reached into a drawer beside your bed, retrieving something hidden within.

In your hand, you held the strap-on, its sleek design gleaming softly in the dim light. But what caught Kuai's eye was the dildo attached- it was presented: a monstrous cock. Its color was a deep, rich shade of midnight black transitioning to a cute red, contrasting starkly against the pale skin of your hand. Veins snaked along its length, pulsating with an almost lifelike vitality, adding to its intimidating allure. Ridges and bumps adorned the surface of the dildo, creating a textured landscape that promised to ignite every nerve ending it touched. Each ridge was pronounced, tracing a path of tantalizing sensation along the length of the shaft. Bumps protruded strategically, designed to stimulate and tease with every thrust and movement. It was imposing, its design a testament to your meticulous preparation. Kuai's eyes widened in surprise, his pulse quickening, unsure whether he wanted this or was nervous. Probably both.

His face was flushed, warm skin uncomfortably so.

you laughed, grabbing a bottle of lube from the drawer as you undressed.

And just as expected, he wasn't going to shy away. With a slow, deliberate pace, you climbed back onto the bed, the monstrous cock hovering just inches away from Kuai's eager gaze. "I thought we could try something new,"

"Yeah?"

"Mhm... here, let me get that for you."

With a gentle tug, you encouraged him to stand, your fingers trailing teasingly along his abdomen as you moved to his belt.

Undoing the buckle with practiced ease, you slowly lowered Kuai's pants, your touch lingering as you exposed more of his flesh to your hungry gaze. The fabric pooled around his ankles, leaving him standing before you in nothing but his underwear, vulnerable and exposed.

But you were not finished yet. With a playful glint in your eyes, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of Kuai's underwear, slowly pulling them down to reveal his arousal, already straining against the confines of his briefs.

"Look at you- you never fail to be a bitch in heat."

"Funny. You're usually the one under me."

"Hmm, you think that's because of you?"

"I do."

"Interesting."

You tugged down the last of his clothes, freeing his dick. You looked at him, a small smirk on your lips.

"And you think it's ‘cause of you. You can't even contain yourself from a simple *kiss*."

"Kisses."

your gaze fixed on the glistening tip of his cock, you blew cool air, watching in amusement as he shivered. Pressing your lips to it, you left a small kiss. With a playful flick of your tongue, you traced a path along the length of his cock, lapping up the droplets of pre-cum that had gathered at the tip. your tongue danced over the sensitive flesh, teasing and tantalizing him with every stroke. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady blend of salt and musk that sent a surge of arousal coursing through your veins. you savored the flavor, relishing in the knowledge that you were the cause of his pleasure, the architect of his desire.

As you continued to tease him with your tongue, Kuai's breath grew ragged, his body trembling with need.

With a devious smirk, you took Kuai's cock into your hand, guiding it toward your waiting mouth. With a slow, deliberate motion, you parted your lips and took him in, the warmth of your mouth enveloping him in a tight, wet embrace. Kuai's breath caught in his throat as he felt the sensation of your tongue swirling around him, teasing him with every movement. Your head bobbed rhythmically, your lips sliding up and down his length with practiced precision. you took him deeper with each pass, your mouth a whirlwind of sensation as you worked to drive him wild with desire.

Kuai moaned with pleasure, his fingers tangling in your hair as he surrendered himself to the intoxicating pleasure of your mouth. With each bob of your head, you brought him closer to the edge, your tongue flicking and teasing him with a skill that left him breathless. He could feel the heat building in the pit of his stomach, the pressure mounting with every passing moment.

And just when he thought he couldn't take any more, you pulled back, releasing him from the sweet torment of your mouth. Kuai's eyes fluttered open, a haze of desire clouding his vision as he gazed down at you with longing.

"Why-"

"I hope you were paying attention, love. Did you forget?" you sat up, gesturing to the strap-on between your thighs.

"It's your turn."

"Y/n,"

"No, no. You're gonna take it...But before that..." you reached into the drawer beside your bed, retrieving a large, gleaming butt plug, with a bulbous head and a thick shaft that tapered down to a narrow base adorned with a sparkling jewel. Pretty.

"I thought-"

"Shh, just stop talking. Make it easier for the rest of the night."

"But I never-"

"That's the *point*, you idiot. you pressed a kiss to Kuai's lips before trailing your fingers down his body, your touch igniting a fire of desire within him. you circled his entrance with gentle strokes, teasing and tantalizing him with the promise of what was to come. With slow, deliberate movements, you trailed your fingers down Kuai's body, pausing just above his trembling entrance. you could feel the heat radiating from him.

"Relax, Kuai," you murmured, your voice a sultry whisper in the quiet room. "Let me take care of you." With a teasing smile, you pressed your index finger against Kuai's tight ring of muscle, applying gentle pressure as you began to circle the sensitive opening. Kuai gasped at the sensation, his body arching instinctively towards your touch. You continued to tease him, your touch growing bolder as you traced patterns along his quivering flesh. you could feel the tension melting away beneath your fingertips, replaced by a heady mixture of desire and anticipation.

And then, with a slow, deliberate motion, you began to ease your finger inside Kuai, the tight heat of his body enveloping you in a wave of pleasure. Kuai moaned softly at the sensation, his body yielding to your touch as you worked him open.

With a devious grin, you continued your exploration, your touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through Kuai's body. you trailed your fingers along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, teasing him with light caresses that left him trembling with anticipation.

As you returned your attention to his quivering entrance, you applied more pressure, your finger pressing against the tight ring of muscle with gentle insistence. Kuai's breath hitched in his throat as he felt you probing him, the sensation both unfamiliar and intensely arousing. Feeling his body relax beneath your touch, you added another finger, stretching him slowly and sensually. Kuai moaned softly, his head spinning with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through him.

But you weren’t finished yet. With a devilish grin, you leaned in close, your breath hot against Kuai's ear as you whispered your next move. With a quick lick of your lips, you leaned back, gathering saliva on your tongue before letting it dribble down onto his waiting hole. "You like that, don't you?" you purred, your words a sultry melody in the quiet room. "You're such a needy little slut, begging for my touch."

Kuai's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at your words, but a thrill of excitement coursed through him at the same time. He bit his lip, unable to deny the rush of arousal.

Your fingers continued your relentless assault, plunging deeper and deeper inside him with each thrust. you reveled in the power you held over him, relishing in the knowledge that he was completely at your mercy. Kuai could only whimper in response, his body trembling with a mixture of desire and humiliation.

Your free hand roamed upward, tracing tantalizing patterns along Kuai's chest before coming to rest on his sensitive nipples. you teased them with your fingertips, flicking and pinching them lightly as you continued to finger him relentlessly.

"Look at you," you cooed. "Can't even handle a bit of foreplay before your disgusting mess. C'mon Kuai, surely you can do better?"

Kuai's breath grew ragged as the pleasure intensified, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his climax. But you were relentless. His body tensed as he reached the peak of ecstasy, his cock throbbing in your hand as he spilled his release. Hot, sticky ropes of cum coated your fingers and his own trembling thighs, his orgasm leaving him convulsing. you pulled your fingers out, leaving his hole gaping and slick with desire. The sight sent a surge of arousal coursing through your veins, and you couldn't resist the urge to tease him just a little bit more.

you spread his cheeks apart, revealing the pink, puckered opening of his hole. It gaped open lewdly, a testament to the intensity of his release and the depths of his surrender.

You leaned forward, your breath hot against Kuai's exposed and quivering entrance. With a wicked grin, you extended your tongue, tracing slow circles around the slick rim of his gaping hole.

Kuai gasped at the sensation, his body responding eagerly to your touch as you explored him with teasing flicks of your tongue. The feeling was electric, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through him as you delved deeper, your tongue probing his ass.

And as you continued to tease him with your tongue, Kuai felt himself teetering on the edge of another release, his body aching with the intensity of his desire. He knew that he was completely at your mercy, lost in a haze of pleasure and surrender.

With a final, teasing lick, you pulled away, leaving Kuai panting and desperate for more. you smirked down at him, your eyes mean. Reaching between Kuai's spread thighs, gathering saliva on your tongue, and spat down onto his gaping hole. The warm wetness coated his skin again, mixing with his own cum and creating a slick, slippery mess. you pressed your fingers against his quivering flesh, pushing the slick mixture deeper into his body with firm, deliberate strokes. Kuai whimpered at the sensation, his body responding eagerly to your touch as you worked him open with a relentless determination. The combination of saliva and cum made his hole slick and inviting, like a perfect gloss. With a triumphant smirk, you reached for the butt plug, coating it in the slick mixture before pressing it against Kuai's entrance. With slow, steady pressure, you began to ease the toy inside him, the bulbous head stretching him open as it slid deeper and deeper into his quivering depths.

Kuai moaned at the sensation, his body trembling with pleasure as you worked the butt plug deeper inside him. It was a deliciously sinful feeling, the sensation of being filled and stretched to his limits driving him wild with desire.

And as the butt plug settled snugly into place, you leaned in close, your lips brushing against Kuai's ear as you whispered, "On your knees, pet."

Sinking to his knees before you with a sense of reverence, his breath caught in his throat as he felt the pressure of the butt plug shifting inside him, the sensation both intense and intoxicating.

You watched with satisfaction as Kuai settled onto his knees, his body trembling with anticipation. With a predatory glint in your eyes, you leaned in close, pressing your lips to his in a possessive kiss. But just as quickly as the kiss had begun, you pulled away, leaving Kuai breathless and wanting more. With a wicked grin, you guided his lips towards the strap-on between your thighs, the monstrous cock looming large and imposing before him.

"Show me how much you want it, pet," you murmured. With trembling hands, Kuai leaned forward, pressing his lips to the tip of the strap-on with reverence. He kissed it eagerly, his tongue tracing patterns along the smooth surface as he worshipped it like a devoted acolyte.

You watched with a mixture of amusement and arousal as Kuai’s attention to the strap-on, his desire evident in every touch and caress. you could feel yourself growing wet at the sight, humming in approval.

"I think I get the appeal now," you grabbed a fist full of his hair, pulling him to take in more. Hearing him gag, you smiled. "Take it all in, pet," you commanded, your voice thick with desire. "Show me what a good little cocksucker you can be."

With a low moan, Kuai wrapped his lips around the tip of the strap-on, sucking eagerly as he took more and more of it into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, his tongue swirling around the shaft as he pleasured you with single-minded devotion. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the heat of Kuai's mouth engulfing you, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure racing down your spine. you gripped the sheets tightly, lost in the ecstasy of the moment as Kuai worshipped you with a fervor that bordered on religious. As Kuai's movements grew more frantic, the sensation of the butt plug shifting inside him intensified, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body with each rock of his hips. But just as he thought he couldn't take anymore, he felt something warm and viscous coat his tongue, the taste foreign and yet strangely familiar. With a gasp, Kuai pulled back, his eyes widening in shock as he realized what had just happened. The strap-on had a cum depositor, and he had just tasted the proof of it on his tongue.

Your laughter echoed through the room, a melodic sound that sent shivers of pleasure racing down Kuai's spine. you watched with amusement as he struggled to catch his breath, his body trembling with a mixture of arousal and humiliation.

"Like it? I saw you eyeing it when you snuck in my room that day- figured you want to see what it did."

"Baby, I-"

"Shhh, remember? I said shut up. Just be pretty 'n take it."

As Kuai continued to suck on the strap-on, his senses were overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. His lips stretched around the girth of the dildo, the silicone gliding over his tongue as he bobbed his head up and down.

With each movement, he could feel the weight of the dildo pressing against the back of his throat, threatening to trigger his gag reflex. But Kuai pushed through the discomfort, determined to please you with every ounce of his being. The taste of the cum depositor lingered on his tongue, a heady mixture of saltiness and sweetness that sent a shiver of pleasure racing down his spine. He moaned around the strap-on, the vibrations sending waves of ecstasy coursing through him as he surrendered himself to the pleasure of the moment.

But just before he could cum, you gently pushed Kuai back, causing him to shift onto his side. you then lifted one of his legs, resting it over your shoulder, granting you full access to his quivering entrance.

Kuai's breath hitched as he felt your touch, his body trembling with anticipation. He watched with wide eyes as you reached for the butt plug, your movements deliberate and purposeful.

"Baby, please," Kuai begged, his voice thick with need. "I need to cum."

But you simply smirked at his pleas, your eyes gleaming with mischief as you denied him his release. "Not yet, pet," you purred, your voice dripping with desire. "You'll cum when I say you can cum."

With that, you gave a sharp tug on the base of the butt plug, causing Kuai to gasp as it slid free from his body. He moaned at the sensation, his hole clenching and pulsing with need as he felt the emptiness that followed. With a smug smirk, you watched as Kuai lay there, his hole gaping and aching for your touch. you relished in the sight of him, vulnerable and needy, as he squirmed under your gaze.

"Look at you," you taunted, your voice dripping with contempt. "Pathetic and desperate for my touch. You're nothing but a bitch in heat. You *need* me."

you tapped the tip of your dildo against his entrance, the smooth silicone teasing him mercilessly. you could feel the anticipation building in the air, a palpable tension that left Kuai trembling with need.

"You want this, don't you?" you taunted, your voice a sultry whisper in the quiet room. "You want me to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are. Imagine if your family found out?"

"Y/n- fuck baby,"

You seized Kuai's underwear, soaked with his own pre-cum, and shoved it into his mouth, muffling his protests. He gagged at the sudden intrusion, the taste of his own desire filling his senses.

"Didn't I tell you to shut it? You're starting to annoy me."

Kuai's cheeks burned, but he swallowed thickly.

You smirked at his reaction before positioning the tip of the dildo at his entrance once more. With slow, deliberate movements, you began to push it inside him, the silicone stretching him open as it filled him completely.

Kuai squirmed against the intrusion, the sensation overwhelming as you claimed him with the strap-on. His muffled cries were lost against the fabric in his mouth as he surrendered himself to the pleasure and pain coursing through him. Each bump and ridge seemed to tease and taunt him, dragging against the sensitive walls of his passage with every thrust. Kuai gasped and moaned around the fabric gag, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. And then there was the head of the dildo—the widest part that stretched him open as it slid deeper into his depths. Kuai felt it pressing against him, a delicious pressure that threatened to push him over the edge of ecstasy with each passing moment. The head of the dildo seemed to linger, teasing him mercilessly before finally breaching him fully, filling him to the brim with its girth. Kuai cried out in pleasure and pain, his body arching instinctively towards your touch as he surrendered himself completely to the pleasure of being taken by you. He whined and wriggled, but you kept going. Kuai felt the sensation of your cum pooling inside him, hot and sticky as it filled every crevice. He gasped at the feeling, eyes rolling back. He'd never been used in such a way before.

The realization that he was being filled with your cum sent shivers of pleasure racing down his spine, his body quivering with the intensity of the sensation. He could feel it pooling deep inside him, coating his walls with its warmth as it mingled with his own arousal. But it wasn't just your cum that Kuai could feel inside him—he could also feel the unmistakable presence of the dildo, its girth stretching him to his limits as it pressed against the walls of his passage.

He could see the bump in his stomach where it rested, a visible reminder of the pleasure he was experiencing at your hands. The sight of the bump in his stomach only fueled Kuai's arousal further, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he surrendered himself completely to the pleasure of being taken by you. He could feel himself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, his body trembling with the intensity of his desire as he surrendered himself to the pleasure of being used and degraded by the woman. As the overwhelming sensations consumed him, Kuai's grip on the sheets tightened until his knuckles turned white. The fabric bunched beneath his fingers as he struggled to find purchase, his body writhing with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through him.

With a desperate gasp, he managed to spit the gag out, the wet fabric landing with a soft thud against the floor. He sucked in ragged breaths, his chest heaving as he tried to form coherent words, but all that escaped his lips were incoherent mumblings of pleasure and desire. With his body quivering and his mind consumed by pleasure, Kuai's desperate pleas for release filled the air, his voice raw with need.

"Baby, please," he begged, his words coming out in a desperate rush. "I need to cum. Please, I can't take it anymore."

But you only smirked down at him, your eyes gleaming with satisfaction as you continued to pound into him relentlessly. you could feel him trembling beneath you, his body teetering on the edge of ecstasy as you denied him his release.

"I said not yet. And you spit the gag out- only good bitches get to cum."

Kuai whimpered at your words, his body aching with need as he surrendered himself to the pleasure of being used and degraded by you. He could feel himself on the brink of release, his cock throbbing with every thrust as he teetered on the edge of ecstasy.

"I'll be good- I'll be good, just- *fuck*- please, please-,"

"Gods you're annoying. Not evena little patient."

with a final, agonizing thrust, you pushed him over the edge, sending him spiraling into the abyss of pleasure. Kuai cried out as his release washed over him, his body convulsing with the intensity of his orgasm as he surrendered himself completely to the pleasure of being fucked out by the woman he loved.

As the waves of ecstasy slowly subsided, Kuai collapsed onto the bed, his body spent and trembling with exertion. As Kuai lay there, panting and spent, he was surrounded by a pool of his own sweat, spit, and cum, mixed with the fake cum from the strap-on. He felt utterly drained, yet a sense of euphoria waved over him, leaving him floating in a haze of pleasure and satisfaction.

You pulled out slowly, the sound of the silicone slipping free from his abused entrance echoing in the quiet room. Kuai couldn't help but whimper at the loss, feeling empty and achingly satisfied all at once. He gazed up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of adoration and exhaustion as you got off the bed, leaving him gaping and vulnerable.

With a casual flick of your wrist, you tossed a rag in Kuai's direction, the fabric landing at his feet with a soft thud. you paid him no mind as you sauntered towards the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the air as you began to clean yourself up.

Kuai watched you go, feeling a pang of longing deep in his chest. He wanted nothing more than to join you in the shower, to feel your warm skin pressed against his own as away the remnants of your passion together.

But he knew better than to ask. He'd have to wait till you said yes.

Then maybe he’d stop being so persistent.

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hellinistical · 2 months

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You get payback for all the previous teasings Kuai did.

WC: 4.5k

Sending a text, you let him know you were free, and unsurprisingly, the man-thing responded almost immediately back with an "5-min."

With a coy smile, you got up. Preparations would need to be done.

"How was your day?"

"Mm, it was fine. Better now. Sit with me?"

"Nuh-uh. Not tonight- leave it like this."

Parted lips revealed trivial complaints of your day, and he swallowed it all.

"Stay the night?" you whispered against his lips, your voice a soft melody in the quiet room.

Of course, he said yes. The man-thing was too easy. Too predictable. you straddled his hips, the thin fabric of your shorts letting him feel the outline of your pussy, already damp.

"I thought you said not tonight," He muttered.

"I did. Not tonight for *you*."

you pulled away from the kiss, hands moving to the hem of his shirt. "You're like my own pet- too obedient."

"And that's a bad thing? I'll keep coming even after you stop opening your door to me."

"Such a waste."

"Not really- I've done it for 5 years. What's another 5?"

"True..."

"Just stay here, finish undressing. I need to grab something."

"Hm?"

"Just one second."

"Why?"

"I have a surprise for you," you whispered, your voice low and sultry as you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away completely.

His face was flushed, warm skin uncomfortably so.

you laughed, grabbing a bottle of lube from the drawer as you undressed.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm... here, let me get that for you."

With a gentle tug, you encouraged him to stand, your fingers trailing teasingly along his abdomen as you moved to his belt.

"Look at you- you never fail to be a bitch in heat."

"Funny. You're usually the one under me."

"Hmm, you think that's because of you?"

"I do."

"Interesting."

You tugged down the last of his clothes, freeing his dick. You looked at him, a small smirk on your lips.

"And you think it's ‘cause of you. You can't even contain yourself from a simple *kiss*."

"Kisses."

As you continued to tease him with your tongue, Kuai's breath grew ragged, his body trembling with need.

"Why-"

"I hope you were paying attention, love. Did you forget?" you sat up, gesturing to the strap-on between your thighs.

"It's your turn."

"Y/n,"

"I thought-"

"Shh, just stop talking. Make it easier for the rest of the night."

"But I never-"

Kuai's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at your words, but a thrill of excitement coursed through him at the same time. He bit his lip, unable to deny the rush of arousal.

"Look at you," you cooed. "Can't even handle a bit of foreplay before your disgusting mess. C'mon Kuai, surely you can do better?"

you spread his cheeks apart, revealing the pink, puckered opening of his hole. It gaped open lewdly, a testament to the intensity of his release and the depths of his surrender.

You leaned forward, your breath hot against Kuai's exposed and quivering entrance. With a wicked grin, you extended your tongue, tracing slow circles around the slick rim of his gaping hole.

And as the butt plug settled snugly into place, you leaned in close, your lips brushing against Kuai's ear as you whispered, "On your knees, pet."

Sinking to his knees before you with a sense of reverence, his breath caught in his throat as he felt the pressure of the butt plug shifting inside him, the sensation both intense and intoxicating.

"Like it? I saw you eyeing it when you snuck in my room that day- figured you want to see what it did."

"Baby, I-"

"Shhh, remember? I said shut up. Just be pretty 'n take it."

Kuai's breath hitched as he felt your touch, his body trembling with anticipation. He watched with wide eyes as you reached for the butt plug, your movements deliberate and purposeful.

"Baby, please," Kuai begged, his voice thick with need. "I need to cum."

But you simply smirked at his pleas, your eyes gleaming with mischief as you denied him his release. "Not yet, pet," you purred, your voice dripping with desire. "You'll cum when I say you can cum."

"Look at you," you taunted, your voice dripping with contempt. "Pathetic and desperate for my touch. You're nothing but a bitch in heat. You *need* me."

"You want this, don't you?" you taunted, your voice a sultry whisper in the quiet room. "You want me to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are. Imagine if your family found out?"

"Y/n- fuck baby,"

You seized Kuai's underwear, soaked with his own pre-cum, and shoved it into his mouth, muffling his protests. He gagged at the sudden intrusion, the taste of his own desire filling his senses.

"Didn't I tell you to shut it? You're starting to annoy me."

Kuai's cheeks burned, but he swallowed thickly.

"Baby, please," he begged, his words coming out in a desperate rush. "I need to cum. Please, I can't take it anymore."

"I said not yet. And you spit the gag out- only good bitches get to cum."

"I'll be good- I'll be good, just- *fuck*- please, please-,"

"Gods you're annoying. Not evena little patient."

But he knew better than to ask. He'd have to wait till you said yes.

Then maybe he’d stop being so persistent.

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hellinistical · 2 months

Text

You get payback for all the previous teasings Kuai did.

WC: 4.5k

Sending a text, you let him know you were free, and unsurprisingly, the man-thing responded almost immediately back with an "5-min."

With a coy smile, you got up. Preparations would need to be done.

"How was your day?"

"Mm, it was fine. Better now. Sit with me?"

"Nuh-uh. Not tonight- leave it like this."

Parted lips revealed trivial complaints of your day, and he swallowed it all.

"Stay the night?" you whispered against his lips, your voice a soft melody in the quiet room.

Of course, he said yes. The man-thing was too easy. Too predictable. you straddled his hips, the thin fabric of your shorts letting him feel the outline of your pussy, already damp.

"I thought you said not tonight," He muttered.

"I did. Not tonight for *you*."

you pulled away from the kiss, hands moving to the hem of his shirt. "You're like my own pet- too obedient."

"And that's a bad thing? I'll keep coming even after you stop opening your door to me."

"Such a waste."

"Not really- I've done it for 5 years. What's another 5?"

"True..."

"Just stay here, finish undressing. I need to grab something."

"Hm?"

"Just one second."

"Why?"

"I have a surprise for you," you whispered, your voice low and sultry as you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away completely.

His face was flushed, warm skin uncomfortably so.

you laughed, grabbing a bottle of lube from the drawer as you undressed.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm... here, let me get that for you."

With a gentle tug, you encouraged him to stand, your fingers trailing teasingly along his abdomen as you moved to his belt.

"Look at you- you never fail to be a bitch in heat."

"Funny. You're usually the one under me."

"Hmm, you think that's because of you?"

"I do."

"Interesting."

You tugged down the last of his clothes, freeing his dick. You looked at him, a small smirk on your lips.

"And you think it's ‘cause of you. You can't even contain yourself from a simple *kiss*."

"Kisses."

As you continued to tease him with your tongue, Kuai's breath grew ragged, his body trembling with need.

"Why-"

"I hope you were paying attention, love. Did you forget?" you sat up, gesturing to the strap-on between your thighs.

"It's your turn."

"Y/n,"

"I thought-"

"Shh, just stop talking. Make it easier for the rest of the night."

"But I never-"

Kuai's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at your words, but a thrill of excitement coursed through him at the same time. He bit his lip, unable to deny the rush of arousal.

"Look at you," you cooed. "Can't even handle a bit of foreplay before your disgusting mess. C'mon Kuai, surely you can do better?"

you spread his cheeks apart, revealing the pink, puckered opening of his hole. It gaped open lewdly, a testament to the intensity of his release and the depths of his surrender.

You leaned forward, your breath hot against Kuai's exposed and quivering entrance. With a wicked grin, you extended your tongue, tracing slow circles around the slick rim of his gaping hole.

And as the butt plug settled snugly into place, you leaned in close, your lips brushing against Kuai's ear as you whispered, "On your knees, pet."

Sinking to his knees before you with a sense of reverence, his breath caught in his throat as he felt the pressure of the butt plug shifting inside him, the sensation both intense and intoxicating.

"Like it? I saw you eyeing it when you snuck in my room that day- figured you want to see what it did."

"Baby, I-"

"Shhh, remember? I said shut up. Just be pretty 'n take it."

Kuai's breath hitched as he felt your touch, his body trembling with anticipation. He watched with wide eyes as you reached for the butt plug, your movements deliberate and purposeful.

"Baby, please," Kuai begged, his voice thick with need. "I need to cum."

But you simply smirked at his pleas, your eyes gleaming with mischief as you denied him his release. "Not yet, pet," you purred, your voice dripping with desire. "You'll cum when I say you can cum."

"Look at you," you taunted, your voice dripping with contempt. "Pathetic and desperate for my touch. You're nothing but a bitch in heat. You *need* me."

"You want this, don't you?" you taunted, your voice a sultry whisper in the quiet room. "You want me to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are. Imagine if your family found out?"

"Y/n- fuck baby,"

You seized Kuai's underwear, soaked with his own pre-cum, and shoved it into his mouth, muffling his protests. He gagged at the sudden intrusion, the taste of his own desire filling his senses.

"Didn't I tell you to shut it? You're starting to annoy me."

Kuai's cheeks burned, but he swallowed thickly.

"Baby, please," he begged, his words coming out in a desperate rush. "I need to cum. Please, I can't take it anymore."

"I said not yet. And you spit the gag out- only good bitches get to cum."

"I'll be good- I'll be good, just- *fuck*- please, please-,"

"Gods you're annoying. Not evena little patient."

But he knew better than to ask. He'd have to wait till you said yes.

Then maybe he’d stop being so persistent.

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hellinistical · 9 months

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After a couple encounters with a guy from the library, you get handsy after you agree to let him teach you French.

Tutor!Knives x Afab, gn reader.

Warnings: fingering, pet names, cockwarming, no protections.

WC: 2.4k

Remembering when he dropped a couple of his books, you helped him gather them up, using it as your chance to strike up a conversation with him finally, but he had beaten you to it.

“You’re in here a lot, huh?”

Your eyes widened; his voice was surprisingly deep. The man chuckled at your reaction as if it were a normal response- it probably was. “So are you.”

“Touche.”

You stayed quiet momentarily, looking him over as he counted his stack.

He was pretty, with lashes that kissed his cheek. His hair was soft, blonde and pushed back.

He was pretty, with his broad shoulders and slender waist.

He was just pretty.

He was really pretty.

“You’re staring,” He had a small smile on his face, his books now in bags as he extended a hand towards you. Taking it, you mumbled an apology, noticing one more thing.

His skin was hot.

***

You also learned that he was very persuasive when he wanted to be.

**** "That's it, sugar, just like that. You're doing so good for me. Can you tell me what the next sentence is?"

"J'aime aller au cinema" (I like to go to the cinema.)

That being said, truthfully, he was originally going to tutor you.

He just got sidetracked.

He pulled back, and for a second, you thought he’d stopped to actually tutor you again.

But he just got distracted.

Turning to look at him, Nai clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he grabbed your chin and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning you to face your textbook again.

"J'aime l'art et..." (I enjoy art and…)

Your voice trailed off as he slid into you, one finger at first, pumping it in and out slowly as he curled it, soon adding a second, stretching out your walls.

“Oh, sweet thing, relax, it’s too tight f’me to move, don’t wanna hurt this pretty pussy now, do we?”

”“J'aime l'art et la littérature.” (I enjoy art and literature)

“There we go, look at you, so smart. Pretty thing.”

His fingers quickened their pace, and as if he already knew where to look, he found your g-spot, laughing as you again jolted.

“Ah-ah. Not yet, Y/n.”

“Huh? Why not?”

He only smiled, leaning back into the chair as he looked at you expectantly, mouthing ‘in French, baby’.

Well, shit.

You wracked your brain, desperate; the sooner you got this, the sooner you would get the relief you wanted. All the while, he just smirked, running his hands down your sides, waiting patiently.

"S'il te plaît, Nai.” (Please, Nai)

"Bien sûr chérie." (Of course, darling.)

Add that to the list of things that were pretty about Naii.

“You’re starin’, dollface,” He whispered, his hand wrapping around the base of his dick as he lazily pumped it.

“Not that I mind,” Nai added with a grin. You could see his canines peak out just barely again. "C'mere, raise your hips again- yeah, like that."

A cry slipped past your lips- Nai had pushed you down to his base, pressing his hand against your stomach as he nodded in approval.

As you tried to move, he pinched your thigh, sighing heavily.

“Knives?”

You stayed like that for a time before he slowly started to rock back into you.

It was far too late to deny kisses at this point.

Moans spilled from Nai’s lips, deep and heavy as he pulled away for air, just to dive back in as if he was intoxicated.

The dorm bed creaked, old from previous uses from previous students, the springs weary and tired. Placing a hand by your head as if to cage you in, Naii looked at you with blown-out eyes.

A knot formed in your stomach, the flurry of butterflies in your stomach becoming an army as you brace yourself.

“Too much, Naii, it’s too much- can’t, I can’t-”

“You can love. I know it. Look at you, you’re doing so well.”

Kissing your tears away, his movements became erratic. He was close. You were close.

If the RA were to be walking down the halls, you wouldn’t know. But the idea of getting caught…

You groaned, eyes closing tight as you felt yourself come undone, but Nai persisted, making you ride out your orgasm, cursing as you came around him, only to return the favor.

Heat shot through your walls as he clamped a hand over your mouth when you screamed. It was intense, how the man above you forced you to ride it out, even when he himself was cumming.

As Naj slumped into you, he released a shaky breath, voice quiet.

“Mine…all mine, right, sweet thing?”

He rolled over, pulling you on top of him, not waiting for an answer.

You were spent, exhausted as you leaned into his touch. Your clothes stuck to your skin. You felt gross.

And just as you were about to fall asleep,

The RA banged on your door.

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hellinistical · 10 months

Text

After a couple encounters with a guy from the library, you get handsy after you agree to let him teach you French.

Tutor!Knives x Afab, gn reader.

Warnings: fingering, pet names, cockwarming, no protections.

WC: 2.4k

Remembering when he dropped a couple of his books, you helped him gather them up, using it as your chance to strike up a conversation with him finally, but he had beaten you to it.

“You’re in here a lot, huh?”

Your eyes widened; his voice was surprisingly deep. The man chuckled at your reaction as if it were a normal response- it probably was. “So are you.”

“Touche.”

You stayed quiet momentarily, looking him over as he counted his stack.

He was pretty, with lashes that kissed his cheek. His hair was soft, blonde and pushed back.

He was pretty, with his broad shoulders and slender waist.

He was just pretty.

He was really pretty.

“You’re staring,” He had a small smile on his face, his books now in bags as he extended a hand towards you. Taking it, you mumbled an apology, noticing one more thing.

His skin was hot.

***

You also learned that he was very persuasive when he wanted to be.

**** "That's it, sugar, just like that. You're doing so good for me. Can you tell me what the next sentence is?"

"J'aime aller au cinema" (I like to go to the cinema.)

That being said, truthfully, he was originally going to tutor you.

He just got sidetracked.

He pulled back, and for a second, you thought he’d stopped to actually tutor you again.

But he just got distracted.

Turning to look at him, Nai clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he grabbed your chin and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning you to face your textbook again.

"J'aime l'art et..." (I enjoy art and…)

Your voice trailed off as he slid into you, one finger at first, pumping it in and out slowly as he curled it, soon adding a second, stretching out your walls.

“Oh, sweet thing, relax, it’s too tight f’me to move, don’t wanna hurt this pretty pussy now, do we?”

”“J'aime l'art et la littérature.” (I enjoy art and literature)

“There we go, look at you, so smart. Pretty thing.”

His fingers quickened their pace, and as if he already knew where to look, he found your g-spot, laughing as you again jolted.

“Ah-ah. Not yet, Y/n.”

“Huh? Why not?”

He only smiled, leaning back into the chair as he looked at you expectantly, mouthing ‘in French, baby’.

Well, shit.

You wracked your brain, desperate; the sooner you got this, the sooner you would get the relief you wanted. All the while, he just smirked, running his hands down your sides, waiting patiently.

"S'il te plaît, Nai.” (Please, Nai)

"Bien sûr chérie." (Of course, darling.)

Add that to the list of things that were pretty about Naii.

“You’re starin’, dollface,” He whispered, his hand wrapping around the base of his dick as he lazily pumped it.

“Not that I mind,” Nai added with a grin. You could see his canines peak out just barely again. "C'mere, raise your hips again- yeah, like that."

A cry slipped past your lips- Nai had pushed you down to his base, pressing his hand against your stomach as he nodded in approval.

As you tried to move, he pinched your thigh, sighing heavily.

“Knives?”

You stayed like that for a time before he slowly started to rock back into you.

It was far too late to deny kisses at this point.

Moans spilled from Nai’s lips, deep and heavy as he pulled away for air, just to dive back in as if he was intoxicated.

The dorm bed creaked, old from previous uses from previous students, the springs weary and tired. Placing a hand by your head as if to cage you in, Naii looked at you with blown-out eyes.

A knot formed in your stomach, the flurry of butterflies in your stomach becoming an army as you brace yourself.

“Too much, Naii, it’s too much- can’t, I can’t-”

“You can love. I know it. Look at you, you’re doing so well.”

Kissing your tears away, his movements became erratic. He was close. You were close.

If the RA were to be walking down the halls, you wouldn’t know. But the idea of getting caught…

You groaned, eyes closing tight as you felt yourself come undone, but Nai persisted, making you ride out your orgasm, cursing as you came around him, only to return the favor.

Heat shot through your walls as he clamped a hand over your mouth when you screamed. It was intense, how the man above you forced you to ride it out, even when he himself was cumming.

As Naj slumped into you, he released a shaky breath, voice quiet.

“Mine…all mine, right, sweet thing?”

He rolled over, pulling you on top of him, not waiting for an answer.

You were spent, exhausted as you leaned into his touch. Your clothes stuck to your skin. You felt gross.

And just as you were about to fall asleep,

The RA banged on your door.

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hellinistical · 10 months

Text

After a couple encounters with a guy from the library, you get handsy after you agree to let him teach you French.

Tutor!Knives x Afab, gn reader.

Warnings: fingering, pet names, cockwarming, no protections.

WC: 2.4k

Remembering when he dropped a couple of his books, you helped him gather them up, using it as your chance to strike up a conversation with him finally, but he had beaten you to it.

“You’re in here a lot, huh?”

Your eyes widened; his voice was surprisingly deep. The man chuckled at your reaction as if it were a normal response- it probably was. “So are you.”

“Touche.”

You stayed quiet momentarily, looking him over as he counted his stack.

He was pretty, with lashes that kissed his cheek. His hair was soft, blonde and pushed back.

He was pretty, with his broad shoulders and slender waist.

He was just pretty.

He was really pretty.

“You’re staring,” He had a small smile on his face, his books now in bags as he extended a hand towards you. Taking it, you mumbled an apology, noticing one more thing.

His skin was hot.

***

You also learned that he was very persuasive when he wanted to be.

**** "That's it, sugar, just like that. You're doing so good for me. Can you tell me what the next sentence is?"

"J'aime aller au cinema" (I like to go to the cinema.)

That being said, truthfully, he was originally going to tutor you.

He just got sidetracked.

He pulled back, and for a second, you thought he’d stopped to actually tutor you again.

But he just got distracted.

Turning to look at him, Nai clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he grabbed your chin and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning you to face your textbook again.

"J'aime l'art et..." (I enjoy art and…)

Your voice trailed off as he slid into you, one finger at first, pumping it in and out slowly as he curled it, soon adding a second, stretching out your walls.

“Oh, sweet thing, relax, it’s too tight f’me to move, don’t wanna hurt this pretty pussy now, do we?”

”“J'aime l'art et la littérature.” (I enjoy art and literature)

“There we go, look at you, so smart. Pretty thing.”

His fingers quickened their pace, and as if he already knew where to look, he found your g-spot, laughing as you again jolted.

“Ah-ah. Not yet, Y/n.”

“Huh? Why not?”

He only smiled, leaning back into the chair as he looked at you expectantly, mouthing ‘in French, baby’.

Well, shit.

You wracked your brain, desperate; the sooner you got this, the sooner you would get the relief you wanted. All the while, he just smirked, running his hands down your sides, waiting patiently.

"S'il te plaît, Nai.” (Please, Nai)

"Bien sûr chérie." (Of course, darling.)

Add that to the list of things that were pretty about Naii.

“You’re starin’, dollface,” He whispered, his hand wrapping around the base of his dick as he lazily pumped it.

“Not that I mind,” Nai added with a grin. You could see his canines peak out just barely again. "C'mere, raise your hips again- yeah, like that."

A cry slipped past your lips- Nai had pushed you down to his base, pressing his hand against your stomach as he nodded in approval.

As you tried to move, he pinched your thigh, sighing heavily.

“Knives?”

You stayed like that for a time before he slowly started to rock back into you.

It was far too late to deny kisses at this point.

Moans spilled from Nai’s lips, deep and heavy as he pulled away for air, just to dive back in as if he was intoxicated.

The dorm bed creaked, old from previous uses from previous students, the springs weary and tired. Placing a hand by your head as if to cage you in, Naii looked at you with blown-out eyes.

A knot formed in your stomach, the flurry of butterflies in your stomach becoming an army as you brace yourself.

“Too much, Naii, it’s too much- can’t, I can’t-”

“You can love. I know it. Look at you, you’re doing so well.”

Kissing your tears away, his movements became erratic. He was close. You were close.

If the RA were to be walking down the halls, you wouldn’t know. But the idea of getting caught…

You groaned, eyes closing tight as you felt yourself come undone, but Nai persisted, making you ride out your orgasm, cursing as you came around him, only to return the favor.

Heat shot through your walls as he clamped a hand over your mouth when you screamed. It was intense, how the man above you forced you to ride it out, even when he himself was cumming.

As Naj slumped into you, he released a shaky breath, voice quiet.

“Mine…all mine, right, sweet thing?”

He rolled over, pulling you on top of him, not waiting for an answer.

You were spent, exhausted as you leaned into his touch. Your clothes stuck to your skin. You felt gross.

And just as you were about to fall asleep,

The RA banged on your door.

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8:07

Xiao looked at you, eyes wide as you proposed an idea to admire him.

“You…you’re lying, right? You’re definitely lying to me.”

“I’m not. Lemme treat you.”

His voice faltered, hesitant as they sucked in a breath- you caught a glimpse of his fangs protruding from his plush lips. Xiao's fists were curled like they were on the defensive, and for all you knew, they were. But you waited patiently. Watched as he looked at their scarred hands, nervously examining his nails as they didn’t meet your gaze.

“I’m not gonna force you to do anything. It’s your call,” You added, softly. Whether Xiao acknowledged this or not, you didn’t know, eyes trailing them as he took a step forward, sitting at your feet. Placing his head in your lap as they looked up at you.

You stayed there, quiet for some time before Xiao sighed heavily.

“...Alright…I... I trust you.”

Lifting his hands once again, Xiao raised them to yours, like it was their lifeline.

And for once, Xiao could say what they wanted to say, could initiate the conversations in a way they felt comfortable.

“Are you sure you're comfortable with me?”

“Of course, my love.”

“And…you don’t mind?”

“Hm?”

“I know my…features are a bit unsettling to look at but-”

“I don’t mind." You interrupt him, quickly adding, "Not at all. In fact, it’s quite the opposite- I admire you... May I?” You gesture to their face, and Xiao nods, letting you take their face into your hands. You run your thumbs across the apples of his cheeks- their skin is sunkissed, rosy hues blooming wherever your hands neared. You look at his lips, how the ends of their fangs poke through and leaning down, you press a kiss to Xiao's lips, softly, gently, chuckling lightly as their eyes widened for a split second, the light ambers and golds of his iris’s dancing in joy a you hear his breath falter.

“Beautiful,” you murmur, only loud enough so Xiao and Xiao alone could hear.

Again, the adepti's breath hitched, getting stuck in their throat as they stared at you, your loving gaze unfamiliar to them.

“Please…please don’t lie to me.”

“How could I lie to you? You’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen,”

“You don’t know that.”

It almost sounded like a plea of rejection coming from him. Your smile only grew as you got onto your knees, making sure that you were at eye level, that you were equal to them.

“I do. I do know that. It is a fact that can’t leave me, even in death.”

You watch Xiao, his lips wobbled as if they were about to cry, but you placed a finger on their lips.

“Please,” you start, “Let me make you feel good- how you deserve to feel."

And what could they do, but nod?

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hellinistical · 10 months

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10:34

“Alatus,”

You whisper the name slowly, quietly, testing how it feels against your lips. The conqueror of demons sat before you, somewhat tense. His shoulders were stiff, as was his posture, but yet the small smile adorning his lips stayed.

Liyue was quiet, save for the occasional gust of wind that sang through the wind chimes that hung off the overhanging roof of the Wangshu Inn balcony, or the squeal of a boar being chased somewhere near Dihua marsh.

His gloved hands grazed yours, and you could’ve sworn you saw him shiver.

“Alatus,” You repeated the name, this time with more confidence, and looked at him, meeting golden hues.

“Say it again, just once more.”

“Alatus.”

Alatus’s small smile turned shy, and his shoulders dropped in relief.

“That…that feels nice. Great, even.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

#drabble #genshin impact sfw #gn reader #genshin drabble #genshin impact reader #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin sfw #gn!reader #pandoras box writing #hellinistical

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8:07

Xiao looked at you, eyes wide as you proposed an idea to admire him.

“You…you’re lying, right? You’re definitely lying to me.”

“I’m not. Lemme treat you.”

You stayed there, quiet for some time before Xiao sighed heavily.

“...Alright…I... I trust you.”

Lifting his hands once again, Xiao raised them to yours, like it was their lifeline.

And for once, Xiao could say what they wanted to say, could initiate the conversations in a way they felt comfortable.

“Are you sure you're comfortable with me?”

“Of course, my love.”

“And…you don’t mind?”

“Hm?”

“I know my…features are a bit unsettling to look at but-”

“Beautiful,” you murmur, only loud enough so Xiao and Xiao alone could hear.

Again, the adepti's breath hitched, getting stuck in their throat as they stared at you, your loving gaze unfamiliar to them.

“Please…please don’t lie to me.”

“How could I lie to you? You’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen,”

“You don’t know that.”

It almost sounded like a plea of rejection coming from him. Your smile only grew as you got onto your knees, making sure that you were at eye level, that you were equal to them.

“I do. I do know that. It is a fact that can’t leave me, even in death.”

You watch Xiao, his lips wobbled as if they were about to cry, but you placed a finger on their lips.

“Please,” you start, “Let me make you feel good- how you deserve to feel."

And what could they do, but nod?

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hellinistical · 10 months

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8:07

Xiao looked at you, eyes wide as you proposed an idea to admire him.

“You…you’re lying, right? You’re definitely lying to me.”

“I’m not. Lemme treat you.”

You stayed there, quiet for some time before Xiao sighed heavily.

“...Alright…I... I trust you.”

Lifting his hands once again, Xiao raised them to yours, like it was their lifeline.

And for once, Xiao could say what they wanted to say, could initiate the conversations in a way they felt comfortable.

“Are you sure you're comfortable with me?”

“Of course, my love.”

“And…you don’t mind?”

“Hm?”

“I know my…features are a bit unsettling to look at but-”

“Beautiful,” you murmur, only loud enough so Xiao and Xiao alone could hear.

Again, the adepti's breath hitched, getting stuck in their throat as they stared at you, your loving gaze unfamiliar to them.

“Please…please don’t lie to me.”

“How could I lie to you? You’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen,”

“You don’t know that.”

It almost sounded like a plea of rejection coming from him. Your smile only grew as you got onto your knees, making sure that you were at eye level, that you were equal to them.

“I do. I do know that. It is a fact that can’t leave me, even in death.”

You watch Xiao, his lips wobbled as if they were about to cry, but you placed a finger on their lips.

“Please,” you start, “Let me make you feel good- how you deserve to feel."

And what could they do, but nod?

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hellinistical · 10 months

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8:07

Xiao looked at you, eyes wide as you proposed an idea to admire him.

“You…you’re lying, right? You’re definitely lying to me.”

“I’m not. Lemme treat you.”

You stayed there, quiet for some time before Xiao sighed heavily.

“...Alright…I... I trust you.”

Lifting his hands once again, Xiao raised them to yours, like it was their lifeline.

And for once, Xiao could say what they wanted to say, could initiate the conversations in a way they felt comfortable.

“Are you sure you're comfortable with me?”

“Of course, my love.”

“And…you don’t mind?”

“Hm?”

“I know my…features are a bit unsettling to look at but-”

“Beautiful,” you murmur, only loud enough so Xiao and Xiao alone could hear.

Again, the adepti's breath hitched, getting stuck in their throat as they stared at you, your loving gaze unfamiliar to them.

“Please…please don’t lie to me.”

“How could I lie to you? You’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen,”

“You don’t know that.”

It almost sounded like a plea of rejection coming from him. Your smile only grew as you got onto your knees, making sure that you were at eye level, that you were equal to them.

“I do. I do know that. It is a fact that can’t leave me, even in death.”

You watch Xiao, his lips wobbled as if they were about to cry, but you placed a finger on their lips.

“Please,” you start, “Let me make you feel good- how you deserve to feel."

And what could they do, but nod?

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hellinistical · 11 months

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Desperate for a chance of an answered prayer, you travel to the nearest house of worship- a cathedral a month's walk away. Something is amiss though- the outside is rotting. Still, the inside is perfect, and an angel of a land before is trapped within, with an odd curse accompanying him.

Warnings: Angst, Comfort, Drifts from canon compliance, Blasphemous undertones, Sacrilege, Sex (RAHHHHHHHHHH). Alien pussy with flower parts

Afab Reader (no pronouns mentioned I think I don’t remember, but “gal” and a couple other nicknames are used so my bad), Angel! Vash

Word Count: 6.7k

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The cathedral before you stood impossibly tall, the stained glass windows adorning its walls shining dully in the May sun, displaying the angel it praised sluggishly. Vash, the people called him.

Said to be a blessing and a curse of a people long gone, the scriptures you’ve read told tales of a typhoon of destruction and winged glory tearing through the continents, displaying the might of a rebirth for the hope of love and peace persevering.

You weren’t religious by any means, but it couldn’t hurt to try. The village you came from was a good month’s walk, and with it in a heavy drought and no other town near, well, you’d pray to any god at this point. And it wasn’t like you had anything better to do with your time. If you were being honest, then quite frankly you hated it there. It was run down, people were leaving all the time, and you wouldn’t miss a chance to travel. Not in a million years.

Granted, traversing through the desert wasn’t as fun as you were hoping…and worm meat got old, really fast.

Truly, you thought it was all a joke from a planet before. Or a barbarian’s ideology.

Clutching your bag, you paused. Having traveled all this way and not coming inside would be a waste of time…

And then eating all that worm meat would have really been for nothing.

So you walked up the stairs, making your way to the cathedral. It was tall, mirroring the ones from the fairy tales you’d read as a child, with tall peaks and domes towering, some kissing the clouds, Gargoyles peered down at you, their angry eyes daring you to enter, claws clutching the pedestals they sat on firm. Birds' nests were tucked into the gaps in the walls, blocking water from escaping, weighing the structure down.

Maybe if you were born, say, a couple hundred years earlier, it would’ve been impressive- not that it wasn’t something to gawk at now, but compared to the buildings in July, it was well, mediocre.

The whole building seemed to be rotting, with the doors especially worn down. The old cherry wood was peeling and falling apart, and if you weren’t careful, you could easily get a splinter. Upon closer inspection, bugs were swarming in and out, carrying small pieces of the door with them to God knows where (a pertinent question, for a cathedral). Wrought iron decorated the wood in a tight chain bonding, with swirls of guardianship to keep it company, and when you touched it, you swore you could hear a ‘hiss’ from the metal. It smelled pungent, but not in a rotting way, no, it was more stale, like old air.

Taking a deep breath, you exhaled sharply; getting in wouldn’t be easy. Still, though, you had been warned. An older woman from the dingy tavern you had booked a night at warned you last night, looking you up and down with disdain before she gave you the tip, saying something about “another one down the drain”. You think back on the conversation, trying to remember if anything she said was important.

You think the soles of your shoes were worn thin, the way you felt each cobblestone underneath your feet through the rubber. It had to have been melted, just a little if anything, with how long you’ve traversed. But you finally made it- seeing rickety buildings clustered just a few meters ahead on the horizon. If you pushed yourself a little bit, you would make it before the sunset. Eager, you quickened your pace.

Soon enough, you came across a tavern- The Lazy Bed, and you came inside.

The tavern reminded you of those vintage diners your grandmother told you about, with wood planks lining the walls and a massive amount of decor just meshed up together; it was tacky, but fit. Coming to the front desk, some people gave you an odd look, but no one bothered you.

“Goin’ somewhere with all them bags, sweetheart?”

An older woman had slunk behind the desk, leaning on her elbow, head resting in her palm. She chewed a toothpick slowly before turning to the side, spitting it out onto the floor, following her attention going back to you.

“Um..yeah- you know that big church-”

“Cathedral.”

“Does it matter?”

“Yeah.”

“Fine. You know that big ol’ cathedral on the edge of Bone’s Orchard?”

“The one we tell visitors not to visit?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“Yeah, what about it? You don’t plan on visitin’ it do ya? There’s a reason no one goes in there anymore, and not just cause it’s all locked up with a pretty chain.”

“Look, lady- I’m sure you mean well ‘n’ all, but I’m kinda in a fix- so if you would, I just wanna book a night or two. Ple-”

“I’m not helping ya sweetheart. That damned building is better left to rot- something’s in there, and if you go in there, you ain’t comin’ out.”

“Can I at least get a room?”

“One night?”

“Make it two- just in case.”

“...You won’t be able to get in, so what’s the point?”

Yeah, aside from the warning about the lock, the rest was crazy talk.

Whatever, you were more than prepared, you thought.

Shifting the bag off your shoulder, you let it fall to the ground with a rather loud crash and you cringed, hoping no one, if there was anyone around, heard.

What had you brought again? A crowbar, a hammer you probably wouldn’t need, and a bat- why a bat?- and some now empty waters and food packages.

Poorly prepared, you grabbed the crowbar, jamming it into the chain holding the lock that held the iron masterpiece together. With a one-two-three heave, you hit it again, and once more, till the battered lock hit the floor, the now useless chains dangling from where they hung.

Still, you had to do something about the wood- no way were you gonna touch the doors when you saw literal termites and maggots hanging about.

So you grabbed your crowbar again, nestling it to the door handle, turning and pushing it, not wanting to break the actual door. It didn’t budge at first, and you poked it again, this time earning a whiny creek. But still, it didn’t move.

Biting your lip, you pulled on your gloves, inching closer as your hand drew nearer to the doors before you backed up, a flying ant buzzing past your hand.

“Oh fu- shit. Wait- this is a prayer house-” you look up, mouthing a ‘my bad’, clasping your hands together.

Yeah. No way.

Slipping your shoe off, you chucked it at the door, watching it bounce off.

“What the hell?”

And just as you said it, the doors collapsed, with a small swarm of bugs scattering a flying, which you were quick to avoid.

You made a mental note to write an apology later.

And so with the doors to the cathedral…open, you grab your bag, slipping inside. ***

The inside of the cathedral was a stark contrast to the outside. While the outside was full of missing pieces, wear and tear from time, and rubble, and falling apart, the inside was pristine, looking almost new. It was eerie, the air on the inside smelling worse than the outside- not in a stinky way, but more like an overly perfumed way.

The ceilings were high, with Renaissance paintings of naked men, women, and angels coating them, their dignity covered by fruit and wings. A chandelier hung from a gold chain in the center, reflecting any and all light in its many crystals. Red carpet lined the marble flooring, just plush enough that if you ran your finger through it, you could draw in the combed-through wool to entertain yourself should you be without any answers from God and were bored.

Kicking off your other shoe, you take a step, wary. Lit candles adorned the white brick walls, their faint yellow wax dripping slowly down the bricks, and a faint whistle chimed from an opened airway. A little table was placed just a few steps ahead of you, an open bible sitting atop it. Curious, you go to it, eyes widening as you skimmed the pages it was open to.

“Colossians 3:5 “Put to death, therefore, whatever belongs to your earthly nature: sexual immorality, impurity, lust, evil desires and greed, which is idolatry.” ”

Fingers grazing the pages, they felt like leather- the type the merchants in your village could only dream of having. You shivered, feeling eyes on your back as you closed the bible.

Glancing towards the rows and rows of benches lining the walls you noticed something: they did not face true-east as the other churches and cathedrals did in the books of the libraries you had visited before coming. In fact, they were more westbound, facing an empty stage. Above the stage, a statue of a grotesque being was strung up, its face frozen in fear as its hands were reaching out.

Your throat was sore, but you needed to know if this was going to be a waste of time.

"Hello?" Your voice cracked, and you licked your lips, biting them as you felt the stretch of the cracks cause them to bleed.

A fluttering sound passes your ears, and you almost missed it.

Almost.

You perked up, looking around- grabbing your bat, ready to swing.

"Hello? I know someone's there!"

Out of the corner of your eye- a feather?

A feather!

One single feather, white and pristine, on the stage.

How dramatic.

You drop the bat, coming closer. Much too big for any local bird, you pick the feather up, examining it before you gasp; the feather shivered as if it had its own autonomy.

You stroke it, watching it shudder and pull away before you chuckle.

How strange, you've never seen such a thing!

But if it had its own autonomy, then perhaps...

You lower your voice to a whisper, letting go of the feather, smiling softly.

"May I?"

It was a question of whether you could follow, and it obliged- if curling its ends was any indicator of that. As if a magnet pulled the feather, it guided you to the wall of the stage, avoiding the candle's glow and the wax that dripped from it. The feather stopped, falling to the ground as you looked at the wall, understanding.

Hands knocking against the material, a hollow sound echoed.

"You want to go in?"

Of course it did.

So you head back, grabbing your crowbar from your bag, bringing it to the wall, raising it, and then-

The feather stopped you. Shaking, it panicked, wrapping around the bar, trying to push it down before you lowered it yourself. The feather released the bat, brushing against your hands.

"My hands?"

Confused, you felt the wall again, and pressed your ear to it before you yelped, backing up.

There was a heartbeat in the wall.

Was the cathedral alive?

No... No, it couldn't be unless -

Another feather appeared.

You gasp, watching as it joined the one beforehand. It appeared to lift it, guiding it and you through the prayer hall.

The light dimmed as the feathers passed the candles, and the halls got darker- not completely devoid of light, but still plenty dark.

"Where are we going?"

They hummed and trilled, fluttering. Not that you could understand them.

The deeper you went, the more eyes you felt on you. Feeling uneasy, you stuck closer to the feathers, who seemed to like that, caressing your face quickly before fluttering away faster.

Paintings adorned the walls, all of different sizes, all with different frames, and all of the same man, or what you assumed was the same man (the face never showed) in different poses, and the feathers became excited when they got near them. The further down you went, however, the less decorated the hall became, soon becoming moody dark, and bare.

You continued for a few more minutes before you heard a cough.

And that's when you saw it- around the corner at the end of the hall, a man ( the man from the paintings?) sprawled on a bed riddled with drapes conveniently. Small wings sprouted from his cheeks, waist, and calves, kissing his skin. Four great wings from his back, curling around his body, yet unfurled at the edges. Blonde locks cascaded down his body, some strands black, and scars littered his fair skin. A mole kissed his cheek under his left eye, his lashes giving butterfly kisses to his cheeks, a pout resting on his lips.

He was lean, with long limbs, the muscle on his body toned like he was sculpted- and he probably was.

And he was absolutely beautiful.

A soft “oh” escaped your lips, and your breath hitched. Not able to control the heat rising to your face, you hid behind the corner, covering your mouth- whether to hide your expression or to muffle your voice in hopes of not waking him up, you were unsure.

The feathers that returned to him glanced at you before shaking, giggling.

Were they making fun of you?

Peeking around the corner, you glanced again, sucking in a breath- he really was awfully pretty.

And if you let your eyes trail…

“Humans don’t normally enter rotting cages, you know.”

Your look up fast, the man (angel?) beginning to sit up, his blue eyes boring into yours, a gentle smile on his face, a hand resting on his knee. The wings on his cheeks fluttered softly, trilling as his grin grew.

The two feathers that guided you flew to him, circling his fingers as he laughed, his eyes not leaving yours as they smoothed over his skin.

It was quiet again- almost awkward, if not for his demeanor.

“And you are?”

You stayed quiet for a moment, before answering. “Y/n…sorry about this; coming into this place when it was locked and all. I was”- you take a deep breath-” I was desperate, thought it was empty and-” you look at the man before you again, then cover your eyes weakly- “didn’t realize.”

“Vash.”

“Pardon?”

“My name is Vash. Or, if you wanna get into formalities, you can call me Valentinez Alkalinella Xifax Sicidabohertz Gombigobilla Blue Stradivari Talentrent Pierre Andri Charton-Haymoss Ivanovici Baldeus George Doitzel Kaiser III, eighth of the Seraphims.”

You stared for a moment before turning around, quickly walking away, hearing a shuffle.

“Wait, wait! I was joking- okay, not about the title or the name, but please don’t go! It’s been years since anyone’s bothered to come here!”

Vash scrambled up and threw the drapes off him, tripping over his own wings as he followed you through the halls, rambling apologies and curses, the floorboards creaking under the two of you’s weight.

“Hey- Hey! I’m sorry, sorry- just wait a second! Y/n, was it? That’s a nice name, you’re a pretty gal- I mean, no one’s been as brave as you have for coming here- I could get ballads sung for you! Hey! Don’t ignore me, pal!”

He went to grab your hand, and you sidestepped, watching him fall with a pathetic ‘oomph’ on his face.

Glaring at him, you jab a finger at the man.

“Who and what are you? And cut the bullshit- you realize this is sketchy as hell right? And what’s with the feathers? Are they your kids or something? And for God’s sake-”

“Don’t mention him here!” “You’re an angel, right? The hell do you MEAN don’t mention God?” “I said don’t!”

Vash got up, dusting himself off before placing his hands on your shoulders, spinning you to face him. One more step and you’d have made it out into the grand hall. Only now, he seemed wary, pulling you closer into him, where the candles dimmed near the walls as he got closer.

You try to pull away, but his grip was firm, holding both arms to his chest. You struggle for a bit before he released you.

“What’s your issue? You’re a crappy angel, you know that?”

“Shhh! They’ll hear you!”

You opened your mouth again to reply, but he was quick to cover it with his hand. You lick his hand and he pulls away, gagging before grabbing you again quickly, putting a finger to his lips, shaking his head.

“Please? For me?”

His mouth was in a pout, and a strand of hair fell between his eyes.

Fuck. He was probably doing this on purpose. Still…

“..Fine.”

He grinned, the wings on his back expanding slightly, seemingly hiding the two of you as he begins walking back to where you found him, his back facing the hall.

“So…you do realize that I only came here for a prayer or two, right?”

“Yep! But this place has more or less lost its,” Vash put his hands up, making a quoting gesture, “holiness- if that’s what you wanna call it.”

“So what about the Bible quote?”

“What about it? It’s just decoration at this point- nothing serious, not really.”

“That doesn’t make any sense though- it was some quote about lust and then I find you all laid out and naked? What are you, some kinda perv?”

Vash raised his hands, facing you, wings flaring as if to back him up.

“Woah, woah, woah. Woah. Pump the breaks sweet cheeks- what do you take me for?”

“A con artist who put too much money into his…hobbies.”

Vash’s mouth gaped, a violent pink crawling up his face as he moved to cover himself. “No- the bible, it was closed, there was no way it was opened.”

“It was definitely opened. You’re not selling your lies here man.”

“I assure you, it wasn’t. If it was well…what was it open to?”

“Uh…collassian something?”

Vash’s eyes widened, and his pace quickened.

“What does that matter? Are your scars even real? What is this, a tourist attraction? I knew shouldn’t have come here- I can ignore the poor maintenance, but the bible quote, you being naked- the whole town is in on this, aren’t they? That old hag down at The Lazy Bed Inn was scamming me, huh? Yeah, I think I’m gonna go.”

And so you turn around, first walking, then sprinting to the main hall again, immediately going back on your word as you make your way to the red carpet, Vash yelping, chasing after you.

“Wait! You gotta wait till midnight! I’m serious, doll- don’t, oh for the- wait, that guy kicked me out- for my sake, don’t go there!”

“Yeah? And why’s that? Give me one good reason!” “Because- oh, this is going to sound weird, PLEASE, please just believe me! You can’t leave, not until midnight!” “Give me a reason to!” “I can’t!” “Then I guess I’m leaving- see ya!”

As soon as your foot hit the red carpet of the main hall, you heard Vash gasp, and, turning around, you saw him kneel, falling to his knees and hugging himself as he covered his mouth, muffling a moan.

Weirded out, you took another step, just to watch him curl deeper into himself.

A smile crept to your face.

“Dude…are you good?”

He looked up, face red as he pushed his hair back, brows narrowed.

“No I’m not good! Do I look good to you? I’m-” he took a deep breath, clenching his thighs- “Why doesn’t anyone ever believe me when I say don’t? Granted you’re the first one to step foot here in, what year is it?”

“3679. It’s the 37th century- today’s actually May 26th.”

His eyes widened. “No way- you’re the first one to come here in a good 500 years... Oh, oh no, this isn’t good..”

“No shit- you’re a good actor though, I’ll give you that.”

You could’ve sworn Vash glared, but he continued.

“And a woman to boot. Oh, the luck.” He looked up to the ceiling, mouthing ‘fuck you’ to the chandelier as he flipped it off with both his hands, some of his wings stiffening. You stifled a laugh.

Hearing your laugh, his breath hitched, and his wings attempted to shoo you away, stiffening up again when you walked toward them.

“Please go… there’s an extra room somewhere..just don’t stay in the main hall..”

He looked at you earnestly, blue eyes glazed over, his freckled shoulders and ears pink with shame.

Crouching down, you get to eye level with him, raising a brow as you examined him closely.

“Explain, or I’m leaving.”

“I can’t!” He said, barely above a whisper.

“Then I guess I’m going.”

“Wait- okay, I’ll explain- just, just…please help me.”

Was this still sketchy as hell? Yes.

But at least something would make sense.

You poked his feathers, watching them recoil and shiver, and Vash mewled.

“I-,” he took a deep breath before faltering on his words as you began to stroke his feathers, almost whining when you removed your hand.”It’s this damn curse…You’d think if I made the cage look like it was in shambles, no one would come inside-”

“But the inside is gorgeous.”

“Thank you, but it’s not my work- anyways, you would think no one would come inside, but you mortals… I got too involved with one a couple of hundred years ago- he was, admittedly, my best friend at the time- he died though… You- know -who didn’t like our relations, or rather, me interfering with the life of a mortal- but how could I not! He was just... I don’t wanna say soulmate 'cause he had different aspirations and told me it wasn’t gonna end well- I didn’t listen, but we were really-” Vash cleared his throat- “Intimate. And it got to the point where I couldn’t perform any of my duties and-”

“So God put you in horny jail, basically.”

“That’s..an ugly way to put it, but yes.”

“So what’s the actual curse then? You not being able to get your- whatever you got- wet?”

“No! And don’t call it that! It’s got a name! It’s such a stupid thing, too- anyone who comes in here, once they come across me- “ Vash pointed at the feathers, accusingly, “Which those guys did- yeah, I’m looking at you- you lead her here, you filthy traitors! Wait- I’m sorry, y’all know I don’t mean that, you’re cute!-” He looked back at you, “ Anyways, what was I saying? Oh yeah! They can’t leave till midnight, or…”

“Or you basically fulfill that bible quote?”

“...Yes.”

You look Vash up and down, then to the feathers that were now hiding behind you from Vash’s accusation. Laughing, you sit down completely.

“Wait, wait- let me get this straight. Your curse is to get super horny to the point you fall on yourself till midnight if someone comes in here, looks at you, and tries to leave? That’s- I’m sorry but that’s just too good!”

“Y/n? I really, oh my god- no, wait, I’m mad at him right now, right? Please,” He looked at you, tears welling in his eyes, “Please help me,”

Sighing, you get up, still chuckling. Looking down at him, you smirk. He was cute sure, but this was weird as hell.

Still…

You’d be an idiot to pass up an opportunity like this.

***

It was awkward, trying to carry the man. He was tall and heavy, his wings fluttering as if trying to help you, but they were more or less under the same conditions, some feathers separating from the wings to caress you as you dragged Vash to the only comfortable-looking surface: the stage. You looked at the statue above it, noting how it looked eerily similar to Vash, yet completely different.

You would have to try your best to ignore it.

He panted, his hands between his thighs as he closed his eyes, all dignity nowhere to be found.

Laying him down, you watched as Vash shuddered. His wings cradled him, some rubbing his back, others his thighs. Like he was in a trance, he keeled, burying his face in his hands. Removing your jacket and gloves, you smiled gently, prying his hands away as you looked at him- his eyes were rimmed with red, tears falling steadily. Funny, how not even 10 minutes ago he was fine, joking with you even.

“Vash, c’mon pretty boy, look at me. We got till midnight and it’s barely nine o’clock.”

He whined, blue eyes drifting to yours as his lips parted, his breath shaky. His canines were sharp.

“‘S too much.”

“Too much? I didn’t even touch you yet.”

Vash exhaled again, his thighs closing tighter around his hands as he tried to shake off the feeling.

Hands drifting to his shoulders, then to his chest, you felt your way around his scars as he sank deeper into your touch, purring with need.

You rest them on his cheeks, your thumbs feeling the silky feathers adorning his skin, admiring how pillowy they seemed. Looking at him, your gaze fell to his lips, a grin on your own.

“It’s a good thing you’re already naked, huh?”

Vash’s skin grew warm underneath yours- more warm than it already was, like he was your personal heater.

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes, not answering you.

Putting a finger to his lips, you pushed him away, adjusting yourself.

Vash’s eyes opened, and before he could say anything to protest, you started.

“I’m not helping you- not yet, at least. I wanna see you. Make yourself feel good, m’kay?”

“Wha-”

“Touch yourself. I’m not helping you ‘till you get yourself to cum.”

“But that’s not fair- you said you’d help me!” “You’re awfully chatty for someone who couldn’t talk without seeming like he was gonna have an asthma attack a few seconds ago.”

“That’s humiliating though!” “Fine then. Just remember, it’s you who’s stuck in this place, not me.”

You get up to leave, only for Vash to grab hold of your ankle.

“Don’t go!- Fine. Fine, fine, fine- I’ll do it, just don’t go!”

He looked at you pitifully before groaning and looking away, looking down at his thighs.

His hands drifted to his legs, and he ran them up and down his skin, goosebumps rising as he shivered lightly. A hand shakily went between his thighs, and looking at you, he opened his legs. Holding himself up, he leaned his weight on one arm, the hand between his legs going to the wings on his crotch. With a heavy breath, he parted the wings, revealing a slit not unlike a vagina, though it looked more floral-like, with soft lips that resembled petals. It was pretty, in an odd way, when he parted them. Strings of slick connected his fingers to the petals, and Vash sighed, running his fingers along the area. His movements were slow, deliberate as he got himself going, and soon enough, it was as if you weren’t even there. His voice was loose as pleased himself, pumping his fingers in and out, scissoring them as his cheeks became rosy. Adding a third finger, he bit his lip, stretching himself more than intended, but still didn’t stop.

Soon enough, a bud you hadn’t noticed peeked through, looking as if it were folded closed, like the center of a rose. His fingers danced to it, toying with it as he pinched it lightly, opening his mouth as if he were going to say something until he looked at you, remembering you were there. He shied away, about to stop until you put a hand on his wrist, keeping his hand on the bud. Vashed whined, about to complain before you shushed him.

“Don’t stop- you want my help, don’t you, angel? Keep going, lemme see your pretty self.”

“I-”

“Vash.”

The angel looked at you wide-eyed, swallowing thickly as his eyes trailed down to the fingers pinching the small bud peeking, then back at you. You smile, encouraging him to continue.

Seeing that, Vash nodded, putting his attention once again on himself. Teasing and prodding until the bud seemingly unfolded, and you looked in curiosity and amazement as he bloomed. Was that the correct term for it? Either way, the bud was unfolded now, and you couldn’t pull your eyes away from it.

As it unfolded, Vash became more sensitive, his fingers moving fast as he began to abuse it. Faster and faster and faster until-

He slowed to a stop as if to tease himself, he brought a shaky hand to his lips, spreading his fingers out as he watched ropes of slick connect them before he put a finger in his mouth. He hummed in approval, rolling his tongue around his index as he sucked the slick off, loud slurping noises elicited and releasing it with an obscene pop.

Silently, he spat into his hand, a thick glob, settled in the palm of his before he let it fall to his opened folds. It must’ve been cold, with the way his hips stiffened.

Bringing his hand back down, he brought his middle and ring finger down, moving them in slow, deliberate circles, his back again arching into nothing as he slots his eyes shut, toying with himself.

Like a mantra on his lips, he sang your name repeatedly, the syllables slow, sometimes stuttered when he hit a spot too fast, too soon. And all the meanwhile, the wings on his back were left unattended, putting all their attention to fanning away at his skin, cooling him off as if to say ‘Keep going!’. But it wasn’t enough.

Vash’s hand pressed down, his thighs clamping tightly onto it as his eyes became glazed over before he shut them tight. He bit back a moan, holding his breath as if that would make the climax last one more second longer. Like a balloon right before it pops when it’s been blown up too big, his muscles tightened and released repeatedly, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him as he came.

He started to breathe heavily, gulping down air as he came down from his high, and you had to pry his legs apart to get a good look at him.

Sure enough, a puddle lay beneath him, his thighs glazed over. Vash placed his hands on your shoulders, holding himself steady as he rocked back and forth, chest heaving.

After a few moments, he gained himself- still needy, but now coherent.

Vash looked at you, his eyes a darker blue then you initially saw, and he looked…demanding? His grip on you tightened, and he exhaled.

“There…I did my part. Now help me.”

***

The kiss started off tricky, with your lips meeting his slowly, and him trying to reach you fast, melding together.

It was clumsy at first- with Vash in his eagerness for contact, his teeth clashed with yours, his grip on you faltering.

Like a starved man, he bit your lip, swiping his tongue across it, asking for access and diving in when you allowed it. He’s overwhelming, surrounding you as he deepens the kiss, his tongue meeting yours.

Vash’s hands went to your neck, tilting your head back as he consumed you, his touch gentle as one hand went to the small of your back, pressing you into him.

But then, he pulled away only to take a breath, looking at you hungrily, pointing to your shirt- a silent request to take it off, to take it all off.

But you don’t. Not yet. You just smile and bury your face in his neck as he’s holding you, teasing him with small bites that trail from his neck to his collarbone, leaving Vash to stutter a please here and there. His skin was soft, littered with love bites when you lean back, admiring your handiwork. Leaning in close, you press a kiss to his mole, quick and easy. And that’s all it takes for the angel to unfold completely.

Vash’s body shook as he leaned his head into your shoulder, his hands again going to your clothes, sliding up your midrift as he felt you, your warmth.

“Y/n, please,”

He continued to pester you for some time until you gave in, removing your clothes.

The angel watched eagerly, his hands going to your waist, feeling your bare skin. But before he could do anything, you stopped him, opting to push him down, you coming between his legs, tapping his hips.

“Only so you can watch. Don’t even think about rushing me.”

Up close, there was little to no hair on his body, and he smelled strongly of cedar- a stark contrast to the rest of the air.

You pushed his closing thighs apart even more, using one hand to keep one off as you spread his folds with two fingers, not minding his wings as they fluttered, giving an experimental lick between his folds, humming in approval.

Vash was sweet- a bit too much so, and thick like syrup.

You looked at him, smiling as he groaned, pulling you impossibly closer to him, your nose brushing against his pubes.

As you did it again, Vash’s voice became whiney, airy, and high. Looking up, his eyes went anywhere but you. Panting, the big wings on his back folded themselves in, becoming stiff.

The candles on the walls seemed to shine brighter with each moan you drew out of him, and as you teased the wings on his pussy he mewled, arching his back.

Removing your tongue just to replace it with your fingers, you blushed at his warmth, curling them against his spongey walls.

“Y/n,”

The angel called your name, his hands moving to your shoulders as if to brace himself, and he bit his lip, watching as you got a feel of him. Your free arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer still while you pleased the angel, getting him to his high again quickly, but not without teasing him relentlessly. “Wow… it’s actually cute, in a weird way-”

You looked up to Vash, tapping his thigh to get him to look at you.

“As weird as you are, you got a pretty cunt.”

“Don’t say it like that!” “Like what? It’s a cunt!” “It’s not!”

You laugh, pulling away as Vash whines at the loss of your touch.

“Regardless of what it is, it’s cute.”

He sucked in a breath at your words, embarrassed. But you made a promise, and leaning back to your pile of clothes and accessories, you grab your watch- it was now 11:32- you were almost done.

But he didn’t need to know that.

“Vash, let go of me real quick.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Just do it.”

He hesitated, but let go of you, even pulling away as he laid down, getting comfortable on the hardwood of the stage floor. You grabbed one of his legs, straddling it as you adjust your weight, resting his other leg on your shoulder. You press a quick kiss to his calf, chuckling as the wing on it fluttered in appreciation. You looked at Vash- who had been looking at the whole time in anticipation.

Gently, you raise yourself, and at a somewhat uncomfortable angle, you being to rub your core against Vash’s, bumping your bundle of nerves against his. He was wet, you knew this, but to feel it was a whole different story. As if he was made for this, you easily moved against him, pressing a kiss to his ankle before you gave it a kitten lick.

Vash’s hands went to his face, covering it as his eyes rolled back. You gave him more pressure, the hand that was resting on his thigh moving to his petals, stimulating them as you rubbed against his bud. He had already came twice, what was one more? Besides, you wanted to reach your own high, and you were almost there anyways.

You continued to stimulate him, and at some point, forgot that you were doing this for him. The hand on his leg went to one of your breasts, thumbing the tender nipple as you hissed, pulling him closer while kneading the flesh of your chest.

So close, you were so, so close. The angel underneath you had gone dumb, his knuckles white as they now were clenched into fists as pressed into the floor, the only word in his vocabulary his name as you used him till he came in a gushing orgasm, whining and glowing in an ironically holy light.

A chime went off somewhere- you supposed that would be the midnight bell, but you didn’t stop, not yet. You hiss, clenching your teeth as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten, but Vash stopped your movements against him, pulling himself up you.

Getting on his knees, kneeling as he dived between your legs, Vash began to administer the pleasure you needed to get off. His fingers, though rough, stroked you, pinching your bundle of nerves lightly before he pushed them in. He was fast, all signs of exhaustion and dumbification gone as he went in to the second knuckle, drawing it out, and pushing it in again.

Your thighs shook, and he let them close around him, welcoming it even. Not stingey with his touches as you were, Vash pleased you, moving his fingers along your walls before he added a third, eliciting a small yelp from you.

His voice was soft as he whispered in your ear, kissing the shell of it.

“C’mon, sweetheart, you did your part, lemme return the favor before you go.”

All bravado was gone in an instant as Vash pressed kisses to your thighs, biting them softly as he drew more sounds out of your lips, becoming more confident in his movements. His wings flared, and Vash chuckled, as if all his tension had melted away.

“Lemme show you a good time, doll.”

He stretched you out, smiling sweetly as he sat up, fingers never leaving you as his free hand caressed your face.

Pulling you close to him, he rested his hand on your shoulder as he worked his hand, occasionally biting you.

Suddenly, on a particularly rough thrust, he found it- your sweet spot.

Gasping, you arched into him, letting Vash push he fingers deeper in as he began to hit it, whispering praises in your ear as he did so.

“There we go,”

“Atta girl,”

“Just a little more, sweetheart.”

Your head spun, the knot becoming tighter and tighter until he pulled his hand away, thumbing your clit.

Woozy, lightheaded, overwhelmed- you didn’t know what you were feeling or what he was doing anymore but it felt good.

“V-Vash, Vash, slow down, I’m-”

“Easy, doll-face, I got you,”

Just as he said that, your muscles relaxed, the knot in your stomach breaking as you threw your head back, an obscene whine leaving your lips. Vash laughed, letting you ride out your high like he did earlier, laying you down, your head in his lap as he looked at you, rosy faced.

Wiping the hair out of your face, he giggled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Do you know what time it is, Y/n?”

You don’t answer, too blissed out as he continued.

“It’s one in the morning. But I think you knew that, right? That was sweet of you, ya know. Letting me finish ‘n all.”

Vash ran his hands down your sides, and one of his wings came to cover you.

Feeling sticky, sweaty, and most of all exhausted, you cleared your throat, looking at the angel.

“Fuck you.”

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I’m back from being dead. Here are some Vash plushie emotes to spice up your discord server.

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hellinistical · 1 year

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"Your body may not be, but the quintessence your being is made up of, if forever."

Minors dni. May be suggestive. Major spoilers in regards to Genshin Impact Lore. Afab reader, she/her pronouns used. Bodily parts are hardly mentioned. May contain dark content. Yandere themes (slightly). Reblogs are highly appreciated.

Part One

WC: 1.3k

Night was old, with stars scaling down and over its body covering it immensely, save for the occasional areas where there was nothing to adorn. Its hands were big, the valleys dividing the joints in their hands deep, the roots running within deeper. And from those roots, they traveled highs and lows throughout Night, making their way to their heart, plugging themselves into Entirety, feeding her in hopes that the new world would be complete soon.

A new world. The Teyvat of old was but a scheme for the gods above to contemplate the fates of those they could only hope to play with, use as pawns.

This new era would surely be different, with a piece of Night torn aside and formed into this small being, to watch as their eyes, hear as their ears, and feel with their touch- to make sure that they could maintain a balance.

Entirety shuffled, the first breath of life coming out in a soft cough as her eyes opened. Night cradled her, this small part of them, and watched as she stretched the aches of death away. Entirely stood up, legs cold and bare, almost weak, but smiled at Night, who returned it.

“Who am I?”

“You are Entirety. What is your name?”

It wasn’t a statement, but a promise, a fact of a prediction, and a question of what Entirety was.

“I’m not quite sure.. Do I have to know now?”

Night patted her head, the overwhelming size of their thumb barely touching her,

“It would be of great use, I believe. You may change it as many times as you desire, however. You are but a part of me. Though I am not you. I am Night.”

Entirety held onto Night’s thumb, thinking to herself for a moment.

“Then I am Y/n.”

“Very well. Welcome home, Y/n.”

°°°

Khaenri'ah's soil was soft, if not a little damp beneath your feet. There was no sky, but there were lights. Millions and millions of lights. The raked across the roof of the underground cage, illuminating the vast lands that were Khaenri'ah's to claim. A shame that Night was not present. They'd enjoy this view, you think.

You held your shoulder, rolling your arm clockwise in a stretch, releasing some tension. When you woke up here months ago, you didn't think you'd still be waking up in the elements.

Not that it mattered. Night would take care of it when they came back.

For now though, it was time to do some collecting.

The vegetation of Khaenri'ah was wide and plentiful, the plants from above having seemed to have adapted to the environment here, with their roots having grown in width, and their leaves smaller. There was no need for large leaves in a place where there was no sun to feed them.

Still though, despite the lack of natural light, the nation still kept up with the seasons. You wiped your brow; the humid air of spring must be upon Khaenri’ah.

Heading towards the First Gate, you made your way to the city of Magnus, you noted how the nation had a bit of an ego- everywhere you went, there was some note of superiority- be it the name of the place, the architecture, or even the mechanisms that the people had come up with. This was a godless land, and that was something to take pride in.

Someone bumped into you- a woman- dropping their belongings. Little gears, screws, and tools scattered across the street.

She made eye contact with you, the slit diamond pupils of the Khaenri'ans notable, and something in her demeanor changed. Her expression soured, but you paid it no mind. You knelt along with her, but she refused your help.

“Apologies- this is not yours to touch- just,” She took a deep breath- “Just let me handle that, really; there’s no need.”

Her hands were cool, taking the gears you had collected before stuffing them into her pockets, walking away fast.

"I'm sorry about that,"

You turned around- a woman with a bright red hat stood before you, a small smile on her face. She was tall and lean with long ears, cheeks sunken in, as if she had not eaten a good meal for a long time. Her hands cupped her swollen stomach.

Her eyes crinkled as she smiled, and she reached for your hand, "Alice, my dear. And who might you be?"

You opened your mouth, wincing as you felt your lips crack; it had been a while since you had spoken to someone. Licking your lips, you returned the greeting, shaking her hand.

You answer, wincing even more as you hear your voice crack, but Alice didn't seem to notice. "Y/n."

"It's great to meet you my dear. Walk with me?"

Alice didn't wait for a response, linking her arm with yours and setting the pace to an almost slow walk. Her red hat had a black lace lining, and it bounced with each step the two of you took.

"Life is an amazing journey, don't you think, Y/n? It can take you from the top of the clouds to beneath the flowers," she let out a small chuckle, "Sometimes it even takes you to people you never thought you'd have the chance to meet- like little Klee here."

"Klee?"

"Mhm, my little one in here." Alice takes your hand, stopping your walk, and places it on her stomach. You wait for a moment, seeing the little kick before you feel it, taking your hand back.

Alice lets out another chuckle, shaking her head.

"Quite an odd one you are. Shall I interest you in a meal? This is Magnum, after all. It'd be a waste."

Again, she did not wait for your response, instead snapping her fingers and pushing you to the side. Before you could ask, she put up a hand, a finger going down for each of the 3 seconds you waited before hearing a whistle in the air. Peering closer, you marveled; a broom was coming in close, closer, and came to a stop just in front of you, kicking up dust. Alice seemed unbothered, instead opting to scold the broom for its late arrival and the mess it made.

A bell chimed once, twice, three times, announcing that midnight had come. With that, that light that clung to the earth above them shifted colors, the amber glow turning a deep indigo. Some flashed yellows and whites, as if to replicate the Night sky.

Shops began to close up, their doors and windows being protected by cages they unrolled. As your eyes swept over the area, you paused. It was the lady from before- except this time, there was a boy with her. The lady must have felt your gave, as she turned, making eye contact. Again, she rushed down a corner, dragging the boy with her.

Alice soon stopped her rambling, following your line of vision before raising a brow and looking back to you, snapping her fingers and with it, grabbing your attention.

"Y/n, it's best not to get involved with people who can't give you the time of day,"

"I suppose you're right Miss Alice,"

"Good, now come along. I don't think you have a place to stay so for the time being, you'll be staying with me."

You put your hands up in defiance; it was far too soon for that kind of decision. You had only just met Alice!

Still…

You think back to the moist grounds you had been living on since you had arrived.

Since Night had left you here.

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hellinistical · 1 year

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"Your body may not be, but the quintessence your being is made up of, if forever."

Part One

WC: 1.3k

A new world. The Teyvat of old was but a scheme for the gods above to contemplate the fates of those they could only hope to play with, use as pawns.

“Who am I?”

“You are Entirety. What is your name?”

It wasn’t a statement, but a promise, a fact of a prediction, and a question of what Entirety was.

“I’m not quite sure.. Do I have to know now?”

Night patted her head, the overwhelming size of their thumb barely touching her,

“It would be of great use, I believe. You may change it as many times as you desire, however. You are but a part of me. Though I am not you. I am Night.”

Entirety held onto Night’s thumb, thinking to herself for a moment.

“Then I am Y/n.”

“Very well. Welcome home, Y/n.”

°°°

You held your shoulder, rolling your arm clockwise in a stretch, releasing some tension. When you woke up here months ago, you didn't think you'd still be waking up in the elements.

Not that it mattered. Night would take care of it when they came back.

For now though, it was time to do some collecting.

Still though, despite the lack of natural light, the nation still kept up with the seasons. You wiped your brow; the humid air of spring must be upon Khaenri’ah.

Someone bumped into you- a woman- dropping their belongings. Little gears, screws, and tools scattered across the street.

“Apologies- this is not yours to touch- just,” She took a deep breath- “Just let me handle that, really; there’s no need.”

Her hands were cool, taking the gears you had collected before stuffing them into her pockets, walking away fast.

"I'm sorry about that,"

Her eyes crinkled as she smiled, and she reached for your hand, "Alice, my dear. And who might you be?"

You opened your mouth, wincing as you felt your lips crack; it had been a while since you had spoken to someone. Licking your lips, you returned the greeting, shaking her hand.

You answer, wincing even more as you hear your voice crack, but Alice didn't seem to notice. "Y/n."

"It's great to meet you my dear. Walk with me?"

Alice didn't wait for a response, linking her arm with yours and setting the pace to an almost slow walk. Her red hat had a black lace lining, and it bounced with each step the two of you took.

"Klee?"

"Mhm, my little one in here." Alice takes your hand, stopping your walk, and places it on her stomach. You wait for a moment, seeing the little kick before you feel it, taking your hand back.

Alice lets out another chuckle, shaking her head.

"Quite an odd one you are. Shall I interest you in a meal? This is Magnum, after all. It'd be a waste."

Alice soon stopped her rambling, following your line of vision before raising a brow and looking back to you, snapping her fingers and with it, grabbing your attention.

"Y/n, it's best not to get involved with people who can't give you the time of day,"

"I suppose you're right Miss Alice,"

"Good, now come along. I don't think you have a place to stay so for the time being, you'll be staying with me."

You put your hands up in defiance; it was far too soon for that kind of decision. You had only just met Alice!

Still…

You think back to the moist grounds you had been living on since you had arrived.

Since Night had left you here.

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"Your body may not be, but the quintessence your being is made up of, if forever."

Part One

WC: 1.3k

A new world. The Teyvat of old was but a scheme for the gods above to contemplate the fates of those they could only hope to play with, use as pawns.

“Who am I?”

“You are Entirety. What is your name?”

It wasn’t a statement, but a promise, a fact of a prediction, and a question of what Entirety was.

“I’m not quite sure.. Do I have to know now?”

Night patted her head, the overwhelming size of their thumb barely touching her,

“It would be of great use, I believe. You may change it as many times as you desire, however. You are but a part of me. Though I am not you. I am Night.”

Entirety held onto Night’s thumb, thinking to herself for a moment.

“Then I am Y/n.”

“Very well. Welcome home, Y/n.”

°°°

You held your shoulder, rolling your arm clockwise in a stretch, releasing some tension. When you woke up here months ago, you didn't think you'd still be waking up in the elements.

Not that it mattered. Night would take care of it when they came back.

For now though, it was time to do some collecting.

Still though, despite the lack of natural light, the nation still kept up with the seasons. You wiped your brow; the humid air of spring must be upon Khaenri’ah.

Someone bumped into you- a woman- dropping their belongings. Little gears, screws, and tools scattered across the street.

“Apologies- this is not yours to touch- just,” She took a deep breath- “Just let me handle that, really; there’s no need.”

Her hands were cool, taking the gears you had collected before stuffing them into her pockets, walking away fast.

"I'm sorry about that,"

Her eyes crinkled as she smiled, and she reached for your hand, "Alice, my dear. And who might you be?"

You opened your mouth, wincing as you felt your lips crack; it had been a while since you had spoken to someone. Licking your lips, you returned the greeting, shaking her hand.

You answer, wincing even more as you hear your voice crack, but Alice didn't seem to notice. "Y/n."

"It's great to meet you my dear. Walk with me?"

Alice didn't wait for a response, linking her arm with yours and setting the pace to an almost slow walk. Her red hat had a black lace lining, and it bounced with each step the two of you took.

"Klee?"

"Mhm, my little one in here." Alice takes your hand, stopping your walk, and places it on her stomach. You wait for a moment, seeing the little kick before you feel it, taking your hand back.

Alice lets out another chuckle, shaking her head.

"Quite an odd one you are. Shall I interest you in a meal? This is Magnum, after all. It'd be a waste."

Alice soon stopped her rambling, following your line of vision before raising a brow and looking back to you, snapping her fingers and with it, grabbing your attention.

"Y/n, it's best not to get involved with people who can't give you the time of day,"

"I suppose you're right Miss Alice,"

"Good, now come along. I don't think you have a place to stay so for the time being, you'll be staying with me."

You put your hands up in defiance; it was far too soon for that kind of decision. You had only just met Alice!

Still…

You think back to the moist grounds you had been living on since you had arrived.

Since Night had left you here.

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