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raiden shogun nsfw headcanons
she loves running the tip of her sword blade against your skin and hear your breathing hitch in fear as she presses it down just a little bit more
she will always be in control and she is not only dominant but also sadistic
she loves slapping you in the face and see your adorable expression as tears fill your eyes. i mean how could she not, you are so cute when you cry. she will softly caress your cheek before landing another painful slap on it with a pleased expression on her face
don't even get me started about how much she loves the fact that she can scare you so easily. you know very well that she could do anything she wants to with you and you would have no way of fighting back, so be good and just let her do whatever she wants. you wouldn't want her to get mad at you, would you? let her corner you, push you up against the wall, grope you whenever she wants no matter what the occasion might be, just let her do whatever she pleases with you. she is very strong, and very scary.
she will tease you for so long, make you feel so good just to deny you your orgasm. over and over again until you are begging so hard and loud that she has to cover your mouth with her hand.
"you want to cum for me, pet? so needy you're almost tearing up. ask nicely and i will let you." and so after stuttering out "please master, i'll be so good for you. you can do anything you want to with me. please master let me cum" she will start working you up to your high again and finally let you cum. but oh she won't stop. she will overstimulate you until you are a crying and shaking mess, begging her to please stop. but she will only stop when she wants to, after all she loves being able to use you and hear you cry
she absolutely has a corruption kink
she is the shogun, you can't say no to her requests. but at the same time she is also very observant and always making sure that her precious pet doesn't take any actual mental damage. she will completely wear you out after every session you have but her aftercare is just as good as her bladework and you will always feel amazing after it
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A baal x reader where reader doesn't have a vision but manages to sneak into the palace to hang out with Baal and sometimes scolds reader to just go to the front door?
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— ⚡️ EXCESSIVE MEASURES
includes — baal, ft. sara
warnings — little crack-ish at the end
pronouns — they/them
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it wasn’t everyday that baal let people into her already packed schedule and untrusting life — but somewhere in the middle of the vision hunt decree taking its toll on inazuma, baal had found herself a companion.
a mortal and vision-less companion of all things.
you were welcomed whenever — told at the very beginning that if you ever needed to find her, just ask around or find sara.
however, when the guards stood as still as statues, grim looks on their faces, and weapons sharp and polished enough that you could see yourself perfectly in them — simply asking around wasn’t as easy as she made it out to be.
so, you settled for the more difficult route.
scaling the side of the steep hill that her residence resides on was no easy task, yet somehow, even with your lungs begging for a break, and your hands scrapped up — it was still a better option then walking up to the front door.
peaking your head up, you watched as several pairs of feet walked past you — guards coming back from break, ready to send off the others for their own. seeing your chance now, you lifted yourself up onto the now solid ground, and over to the entrance of the foyer.
now while the front door to the residence was a floor or so lower and closed off, the second story was an open concept of some sorts — open door ways with nothing but fabric blowing in the wind.
baal didn’t like to feel cornered within her own home, so it was designed around it.
purple tulle and satin fabric swayed gently as you walked past, the soft fabrics brushing up against your shoulders.
the room was spacious, and unbelievably bland — but despite this, it was one of the most beautiful rooms you had every laid your eyes on. purple, white, and black coated the walls and furniture — and every otherwise blank space was an assortment of purple flowers ; blue-eyed grass’, catmints, lilacs, wisterias, and scabiosa’s.
the bright gleam of light that flashed for a moment, followed by the feeling of a sharp and cold blade to your neck interrupted the serene moment.
“state your business here or face the punishment-“
“sara, that is no way to treat a guest now is it?”
the blade lifted immediately and delicate hands turned you to face the opposite way — sara, baal’s righthand — stood with a sheepish look on her face.
“i’m truest sorry — we’ve had quite a few brave souls try to take a swing at the raiden shogun as of late, and i thought you may have been one of them,” the blade was attached to her hip once again.
“this is why i said come to the front door,” baal chuckled slightly as she moved into your vision. “otherwise i feared that my trigger-happy companion may have tried to execute you.”
sara mumbled as she bud her farewell, leaving nothing but a joking glare directed towards the electro archon herself.
baal waited several moments after sara had left before she made her way over to you — her hands tracing over your features softly, scrubbing at any smudge of dirt.
when her hands met your own scrapped ones, she didn’t mutter a word as she dragged you over to a marbled sink filled with water.
“yet another reason i said come to the door — you really are a stubborn one, aren’t you?” over the time you had gotten to know her, she never showed such a soft side with you — her eyes held no anxiety, no anger, and no seriousness, but they held concern. “i’ll never understand mortals — you put yourself through wounds and pain all in order to avoid an awkward or even anxiety inducing predicament,” she laughed once again, setting the towel in your hands before walking over to a cushion set in the centre of the room.
“it’s not my fault that your guards are trained to kill, and look like they could do it with a simple glance,” grumbling? you set the cloth down on the counter and set off to join her. “maybe put out an order for them to smile more, then i wouldn’t be so inclined to scale a mountain for you.”
baal shook her head and tilted it towards you. “speaking about that... if you don’t feel comfortable walking through my “scary” guards, would you like if i set one up at the bottom of the stairs? one that would escort you up here?”
it was odd to see the archon who had to have control over everything? changing her own ways to accommodate your own — it was heartwarming in a twisted sense.
“i’d like that...” you offered a smile towards the woman.
“of course you would — i hardly believe that you liked scaling a mountain either,” baal laughed as she stood once again, her hand held out to take your own. “you look like you swam from liyue to the shore of inazuma-“
“bold of you to assume i can swim-“
“oh would you just take my hand already?”
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even she isn't even out yet,but imagine yan!Baal obsess over a resistance!darling It surely is a fun concept
there are no words for how hot this idea is. omg. absolute galaxy brain idea. i’ll probably write a full fledged scenario for this one day when we get more information... in the meantime though, here’s a concept. 
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Everyone in Inazuma, no matter how desolate or populated an area was, had caught word of the Vision Hunt Decree. To have your Vision taken from you was like having a fragment of your soul ripped out. It’s natural that this proclamation was met with resistance. You thought you were ready to lay your life down for this cause — that’s why you challenged the Shogun to a duel upon your capture. 
Many who requested this were met with silence, rotting away in the dungeons and forgotten. However, you found your request replied to in record time. You went from a mildew infested cell to a guest suite in the Shogun’s palace. Servants would visit you often, bringing fine clothing and cuisine. This must be a trap, you’d think, something meant to lower your guard before your duel. The servants would never look you in the eye or answer your many questions about the situation. 
Eventually, you manage to find a weakness in the guard’s rotation, and slip out. As you rummage through the palace’s gardens, a cold glint of steel is pressed against your neck. 
“You happily partook of my food and wine,” a soft voice whispered from behind. “Only to leave so soon?” 
The initially unidentifiable figure chuckled and placed her head on your shoulder. “How rude of a guest you are. We must begin your training in etiquette at once. Until then... how do you think you’ll repay my generosity, hm?” 
It appeared that Baal had different plans for you in mind. 
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maye0nnaise · 3 years
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Fuck yes it's hot mommy hours- STEP ON ME!
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Title: Ephemeral.
Pairing: Yandere!Baal x Reader (Genshin Impact).
Word Count: 1.3k.
TW: Imprisonment, Manipulation, Slight Gaslighting, Threats of Violence, and Mentions of Non-Con.
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It was easy to forget, for most, that even the Raiden Shogun could have her moments of kindness.
Seldom patience, rarely forgiveness, and never mercy, but kindness, occasionally, from time to time, in gestures so fast and so fleeting, you had a better chance of withstanding her divine punishment than basking in her favor for any longer than she deemed absolutely necessary. But, she was kinder to you than she was to most, and she kept you close to her side than she kept most, so you had the time and proximity to recognize what it meant when she had a serving of your favorite dessert brought to your chambers while she was away attending to her political responsibilities, or when she complimented your newest embroidery endeavor, or when she took the time wake you up herself, pointed nails brushing against your skin as she cupped your cheek, tilting your head to the side, coaxing you from your sleep with all the tenderness she was capable of.
It was a small kindness, but it was a kindness, nonetheless.
And you had to be thankful for any kindness you could get, with Baal.
You groaned, opening your eyes before she could opt for a more aggressive approach. Most days, her attendants oversaw such trivial tasks, bathing you in scalding water and painting your face to Baal’s preferences and brushing out your hair with as much care and delicacy as a rampaging Ruin Guard, only muttering hollow apologies whenever you cried out. If the goddess herself felt a similar need for haste, you couldn’t tell. She was sitting on the edge of your mattress, watching you stir with a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. There was ink on her wrist, and her hair was in slight disarray, but the ink hadn’t gotten on her sleeve and her hair could be smoothed over in less than a moment, the mistakes manufactured, fabricated, only permitted because they made her appear more mortal, less untouchable.
It might’ve worked on you once, while you were still wide-eyed and terrified and desperate to believe she wasn’t quite as inhuman as the majority of her subjects believed her to be. But, that was a long time ago, and her goal now was more to dissuade than deceive. She didn’t have to trick you into seeing her as something human, something lesser than what she actually was, and you doubted she wanted to be viewed as anything short of divinity. She just had to lure you into the mindset of a lover, rather than a prisoner. She just had to make herself seem human enough, and with time, you’d start to love her on your own.
You didn’t love her, but she liked it when you seemed to play with the idea, so you leaned into her palm, letting her hum approvingly. “Morning’s already passed by,” She murmured, her voice soft, but teasing. Patronizing. “Do you feel sick? Or, do you simply no longer care for me enough to bother getting out of bed?”
You’d never cared for her. You’d never liked her, but to say as much aloud would be suicide. “It’s the weather,” You said, instead, attempting to sit up. “The sky is always so dark, here, and everyone's so quiet, I can never tell if I'm supposed to be away. The rain doesn't help, either. I used to sleep though storms entirely, at—” At home. Another thing you shouldn’t say, around her. You smiled, correcting your mistake before you could make it. “Before I met you.”
You could've gone on, mentioned how little you had to do, how dull your life had gotten after she'd decided you just weren't fit to take case of yourself, but a more contemplative answer wouldn’t have satisfied Baal, wouldn’t have drawn out an airy chuckle as her hand dipped from your cheek to your neck to the hem of your robes, catching the fine silk between two fingers and toying with it, while she spoke. “In that case, I’ll order the servants to whisper as they walk by your door, and any time you’re struggling to sleep, I’ll conjure a storm so ferocious and so dark, you won’t be able to hear yourself think over the clash of my thunder. Consider it a gift for your recent obedience.”
You bowed your head, dropping your gaze to the sheets. “You’re far too kind to me.”
“I do expect my generosity to be repaid.”
A flash of pointed teeth, a thumb tracing over the healing bruises littered across your exposed collarbone. She’d want something more, after this. Entertainment, company, proof of the loyalty she’d drilled into you again and again and again. Distractions flitted through your mind, some that would anger her, some that wouldn’t, but you failed to settle on one and your mouth began to move on its own, words stumbling out before you had a chance to stop them. “That really isn't necessary, though, I’ve found ways to deal with it on my own. If you let me use my Vision, I could show you—”
Your voice cut out. Something blossomed in the back of your head, a tight knot of pressure, and second later, you felt her hand around your neck, pinning you against the stone wall. The air seemed to burn, crackling audibly. It was hard to breathe. You could smell ozone, sulfur. It hurt to breathe.
“Who told you that I kept your Vision?” What little warmth she’d injected into her voice was gone. Her stare had gone cold as well, the affectionate daze easily discarded in favor of hardened apathy. “Speak up, now.”
“I don’t…” She wasn’t choking you. She’d never choked you, before, never hurt you so tangibly. A part of you knew she wouldn’t, that she wasn’t willing to damage something she’d gone to such lengths to preserve, but the rest of you felt her palm pressing into the base of her throat, a sharpened nails tapping against your jugular, and couldn’t seem to think about much else. “I thought it—I thought you would like it if—”
“That’s not what I asked. When I took you in, you were under the impression that I destroyed the Visions that came into my possession. I don’t recall ever telling you otherwise.” Her grip tightened. You tried and failed to gasp, to inhale, to do something to dull the aching in your skull, in your lungs, and Baal let her head lull to the side, cooing affectionately. “Do we have to talk about your manners again, love?”
You considered refusing. You considered lying to her, or trying to, at least. She’d be more gentle with you than she would be with anyone else, even if she wouldn’t be gentle. Your pain would come from humiliation, rather than physical agony, from helplessness and hopelessness and degradation rather than the loss of something vital. You would live. She would let you live.
You could not say the same for anyone else who earned her ire.
“One of the maids.” Baal leaned forward, her hold on you loosening. A reward for your cooperation. For your submission. “I don’t know her name. She had blonde hair, and she said if I…. if I behaved, you might be willing to give it back. I think she was trying to help you.”
There was a bark of laughter, a smile and a pat on your cheek, as if you were a pet who’d just preformed an especially endearing trick. She let you go, pushing herself to her feet with no great sense of urgency. You touched your neck, the spots and junctions where her hand had been, and found the skin tender, bruised. It’d fade in a few days, but you’d have to make an effort to hide it from her, until then. She didn’t like it, when you began to show your dents.
“You’ll need today to consider what else you’ve elected not to share with me. I’ll return after sunset, then we can visit the gardens.” She glanced towards you, already waiting for a reaction. For gratitude. “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”
You knew what she wanted you to say. She’d taught you the response herself, word by word. “It’s more than I deserve.”
“You’re right.” She raked a hand through her hair, and every minor imperfection disappeared in the blink of an eye. “It is.”
You could only nod, finally curling into yourself as she took her leave.
It was easy to forget that even Baal could have her moments of kindness.
And yet, it always seemed to slip your mind that, no matter what you tried, there would only ever be moments.
Her cruelty would always find a way to drown everything else out.
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maye0nnaise · 3 years
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ok ok ok... we already have childe as the one who displays more yan tendencies... but what about the girls?..... 👀👀👀
for the girls, i’d say either rosaria or baal! i’ll go into detail on why those two characters came to mind.
rosaria is already known for having a lurking presence in mondstadt, operating under the cover of night. no one knows exactly what it is that she’s up to. she’s made it clear time and time again that she’s willing to do anything if she believes it’s for the greater good, and if she’s attached to you, you can ask for just about anything. rosaria never had a stable lifestyle. as such, she’d find herself growing unexpectedly attached to someone who showed her genuine kindness. she might act prickly and like it annoys her, yet it’d become the secret highlight of her day. she’s obsessed with keeping the dynamic going, no matter what it takes.
then there’s baal, the electro archon. from what little is known about her, there’s no denying that she’s relentless in her pursuits. it doesn’t matter what needs to be done — no matter how heinous — she’ll see to it in the blink of an eye. an archon already has the added bonus of divine strength on their side, a quality that she’d use to her advantage. baal molds situations around her until they fit her specific vision. you’ll be in a similar situation, as she wants you to become her ideal lover, someone who will acquiesce to her every whim.
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Imagine...
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... the roaring thunder that plauges the gray sky, the storm growing more and more ferocious, the sounds of blades and other weapons clicking and canking as they're hurriedly being pressed against each other, mutual blows being exchanged from both sides as the horrid stench of metallic blood filled the air, forcing you to cringe and cover your nose in a vain attempt to mask the smell of death. Painful grunts and last breaths surrounded your very being, the look of the battlefield sending icy chills down your spine. Harsh rain hit the ground like angry arrows, the storm only further worsening as you desperately tried to flee, your legs shaking like leaves that were being blown by the wind. You felt torn on what your course of action should be - in this battle, should you take up your blade and join the fight, right here, right now? Or, do you stick to your original objection and flee from the land of eternity with the skin of your teeth?
The goddess, your goddess would still look for you regardless of your actions.
This battle, this carnage, it was all your doing. The Vision Hunt Decree received their usual orders upon entering this fight but this time, they had an ulterior motive.
"Bring (y/n) back this palace, bring (y/n) back to me, those are your orders."
You heard her say those words yourself as you hid behind a decorative pillar like the coward you are. Do you step up and face divine punishment? Do you back down and hide for the rest of your life? There is no time to think, time has run out. A thin blade rested on the base of your neck, it's tip prickling the flesh as fresh droplets of crimson blood stain the muddy ground. Your vision is murky, your body is shaking and you can feel her chuckle in delight as her other free hand makes its way towards your chest where your heart it.
"Should I rip this little thing out? If I do so, you could never run away from me ever again. That way, you would surely be mine for eternity."
Despite the icy amusement in her voice you can tell that her face is dead serious. Her fingernails are sharp like daggers, you want to scream out, to call for help. Cold reality hits you like a tidal wave as she rests her chin on your shoulder, her blade dangerously close to ending you for good. There are only so many people who can help you right now, especially if an Archon decides to favor you as much as Baal does. With no time left to lose she drags you away, her grip tight but there's a stiff smile on her face. Perhaps you can worry about the future and what awaits for you on a later date.
For now what you really needed to focus on was to survive this exact moment.
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maye0nnaise · 3 years
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the news is bad sometimes
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Sleepy puppy
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I swear I’m not a brat....until it comes to drinking water 😅
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maye0nnaise · 3 years
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why don't you let go for a little while, okay, angel? i'm going to take such good care of you, i'm going to treat you just how you deserve. by the end of tonight i don't want you to have to think of anything but me.
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C'mere, look at me.
Eyes, baby. Good thing.
Tell me what you've had to drink to- eyes, tell me what you've had to drink today.
What's most important? Mmhm, Your body.
Go and get a glass of water and you can stand in front of me until it's done.
No, no kisses until it's finished, then you can get as many as you like. Go on now. Be good.
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maye0nnaise · 3 years
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A Dom can manhandle a Sub's body as roughly as their Sub wants.
But a Sub's mind and heart must always be handled with the utmost care.
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maye0nnaise · 3 years
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I have two moods and two moods only.
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maye0nnaise · 3 years
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i think lesbians should be able to teleport
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i love women with that dominant sense of confidence, steel toed boots and sitting with their legs apart, their hands on the backs of their necks, self-assuredness in their eyes. i love women with broad shoulders and button-downs and that slightly cocky strut to their step, with slow smiles and dark eyes and rough hands, never afraid to make that bold move. i love women with that roughness about their outsides and a gentleness within, the kind of women who hold you and you feel the earth soften beneath your feet. 
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