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xiaours · 3 days
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OPPOSITES
— genshin men being put into categories of cat and dogs.
pairing. genshin men x gn!reader (seperate)
cw. fluff, some may be mischaracterized, slight jealousy
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— CAT GUYS
They are cold and reserved. Not making any sort of contact with any other people before you came along. It was hard for them to warm up to you. It was just hard to open up to you from their side of perspective. These guys want you all to themselves, even if they don't show it expression-wise. They aren't used to showing affection and want. So as a replacement for that loss, they'll bring you random things, sit next to you most times, or just glare at people who even look in your direction. They love you. They cherish you, even if they don't show it.
— xiao, diluc, wanderer, alhaitham, cyno, albedo + your favs
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— DOG GUYS
The doggy guys are very loyal to you. They love you unconditionally and can't help but feel happy inside whenever they see you. The urge to protect what's theirs comes naturally when seeing you with another person. It makes them a tad bit jealous, even though they know that you love them just as much as they love you. They're openly affectionate, they're not shy to show admiration towards their lover in public. They'd show you off to the entire world of Teyvat if they could. Holding your hand and kissing your lips is what brightens up their day. As the two of you get ready for bed, they can't help but cuddle up to you, not wanting to be out of touch.
— itto, childe, gorou, venti, lyney, thoma + your favs
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mirshroom · 21 hours
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father
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smolmilkyways · 1 day
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one with the wind 🍁
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aestherin · 1 day
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KEEP MY HEART
goal 21: available for sale
one of my favs for sure HAHAHA i've been waiting to write this chapter ever since i outlined my ideas 😭 also apologies for the long wait :>
also how are you guys? i hope y'all are doing well :))
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KEEP MY HEART — scara x reader smau
previous . masterlist . next
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SUMMARY — you find plenty of guys around you attractive, but there is only one you’re willing to make the first move on: the guy you first saw during your older brother’s soccer game. spoiler: he's a player from your rival university.
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anekogia · 22 hours
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Aventurine: My father fell into quicksand and died.
Kaveh:
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Crow
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eseninkit-blog · 2 days
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you smell nice
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jemoneii · 2 days
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Finally managed to finish this mess💀
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allfearstofallto · 2 days
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"Please Don't Leave Me"
Yandere! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader
Forced Marriage AU
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Words spoken so silently, whispered into the quiet of the night. He'd have thought it was a ghost, if not for your arm draped around his waist, holding him in place. Not really holding him persay, you were weak, fragile, if he wanted to he could snap that arm in two. But he didn't. He wanted you to hold him, while sleepily batting those eyelashes, tears in the corners of your eyes, lips in a tight pout.
Such a terrible dream. It was one filled with monsters and goblins, creatures that came not from this world and people who wanted to hurt you. You'd had plenty of nightmares since your forced marriage, but never did you have one where he was the hero. Standing tall and getting rid of all the assailants with the flick of his nimble wrist, was Scaramouche. He looked at you and for once, your heart didn't drop to your ass, your stomach didn't churn. He looked at you and you felt safe.
Even you were surprised by the way you'd woken up, holding him in your arms. The moonlight casted down on his face made his pale skin seem to glow, his hand reaching out to brush some of the sweat from your forehead. His skin was cold. Cool against the hot summer night and the painfully warm nightmare you'd just had. He felt like ice coming to calm you, his fingers dancing all over your face before settling on your cheek and using his thumb to brush your lips.
“Bad dream?” He questioned into the night, his voice hoarse from just waking up. All you could do was nod in response, your head moving up and down at a slow pace, “I thought so. You'd never touch me willingly, not without such nonsense being the reason.”
He sighed, but still pulled you closer to him, making you rest your head upon his chest. His cold skin cooled your warm cheek, one of your tears falling from your eyes and landing upon him. His hand moved up to cup the back of your head, lightly scratching at your scalp and coaxing you back to sleep. The feeling of his heartbeat, the way his chest rose and fell with his breathing, it was all calming. Disgustingly so, considering who he was and what he'd done to you. Yet you couldn't rip yourself away.
“I won't let anything harm you, even in your dreams. Now go back to sleep,” his words felt sincere, his hold on you tight. He was your biggest concern, the thing you were most scared of in the world, but you still snuggled in closer to him. Still let yourself be swept away in his hold. You let the feeling of his breathing rock you to sleep, you let him hold you.
But only for the night. When morning comes, everything will go back to normal, and the shelter you feel in his arms will dissipate and vanish. Filled with that familiar fear and disgust of him that keeps you at a ten feet distance, he cherishes this one moment where he gets to hold you. He too sinks into your touch. Protecting you from the silly fear of bad dreams, but also feeling a pride at knowing that you grasped at him in your sleepy state for security.
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zweetpea · 3 days
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Surprise?
You: Guys we have something to tell you. Neuvillette and I are dating.
Navia: How wonderful
Furina: PAY UP BITCH!
Wriothesly: ugh. *Hands Furina a bag of mora*
Lyney: This is an unexpected turn of events.
Lumine, Aether, Paimon, and Neuvillette: *gasp at the new*
You: Wait Neuvi, why are you surprised.
Neuvillette: I'm honestly still having a hard time reconciling the fact that i "pulled you".
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sam-sketchh · 2 days
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diluc ❤️🍓
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yandere-wishes · 2 days
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𝓦𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯
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Summary: Heritage pricks Wriothesley like a valley of thrones, it's unnerving to find someone with the same pains. 
Warnings: Yandere Behavior, werewolves, gore, older man/ younger woman if you squint.
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January 15th; 12:00 Am  
There's blood on your face and a blade in your hand when Wriothesley first meets you. A body at your feet half gutted and half eaten. If not for the flickering shade of gold in your eyes, he'd have summed you up as just another alleyway murderer. 
Not a monster.
Not a creature he was all so intimately familiar with. 
When you'd first met the Duke of Meropide, there had been a full moon hovering overhead. A little too haunting for your taste. The stars cowered behind heavy clouds as the taste of metal rang in your mouth. His frigid fingers had tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. Tracing it's shell that had yet to lose its unnatural edge. "Qutrub" he mumbles, low and rattling as he drapes his jacket across your shoulders. 
You've yet to tell him that that night still haunts you. Not the blood or the first kill. Not the face of the man as you tear out his intestines with your teeth. No, the nightmares come from his voice, how easily he spoke of the horror you'd turned into. He'd known you before you'd even known yourself. 
His familiarity is what haunts you. 
All too deep and knowing. 
You still shiver when the beast's name leaves his tongue. 
He's blunt and brutal when he tells you of the curse you've inherited. What manner of creature resides within you. He speaks as if he's the Archon of wisdom, all lethal facts and icy truths. You couldn't really speak back then, brain still split between two worlds. Too feral to be human, yet too meek to be a threat. "The first transformation is always the worst, kid. It'll take a while before your mind's set straight again." 
You didn't understand what he meant back then. Too busy focusing on the permanent buzz in your head. It felt like a fever dream, sticky, slow. Your limbs weren't your own and neither were your thoughts. You think you may have collapsed back then. Vaguely recalling the sensation of his calloused palms against your forehead. 
 It's only by the end of a brutal week that you finally realize what his words signified. You're starting to act human again. Morphing back into something normal, something tame. It's only on the seventh day that you remember how to form words. And even then it's only half-slung phrases in your mother tongue. Wriothesley answers when you speak. Mirroring your words, your accent, your tones. That had been around the time you'd begin to understand what he was. What you where. 
Not human. 
Never human. 
 It's another excruciating week before you remember the language of Fontaine.
 Another long endless month until the new moon. 
January 30th; 1:00 Am
There's blood on your hands again, a shade too red to have a name. You stare at the body, his face shredded beyond recognition. 
His bone reverberates between your teeth. Beckoning you to crush it, to crack it open and gulp down the marrow like nectar. 
Wriothesley hums in approval, slinging himself over the ring ropes. The Pankration Ring is abandoned. Reserved only for the warden and his new "pet". It had become routine over the last few weeks, Wriothesley would bring in a "misbehaving" prisoner, some he -and by extension Fontaine - needed gone. And you would take the opportunity to whet your new, primal powers. 
"bloodlust does not define us." He circles you. Predator and prey. "Our kind has existed since the dawn of Tayvat. We're not monsters, although that's what everyone likes to think." he stops, his fangs tickling the side of your neck. As if trying to simulate a reaction, he needs you to feel the antiquity that courses through your blood. To understand where all this is coming from. 
The bone in your mouth cracks, something thick spills out. Just as Wriothesley's fangs pierce your precious flesh. 
"We're not monsters..."
"Not quite" 
January 31st, 11:59 Am
His voice is haunting. It slips into the cracks of your psyche, pulling apart the open wounds until there's enough room for him. Only him. The glib timbre of his voice stalks you through the corridors and past the darken rooms. Slithering over walls and echoing in your skull. Cauterizing doubts of what you are. He needs you to feel his pain. To live with his curse, his blessing. 
There's a window five meters from his office. It's the only time you catch glimpses of the world outside the metal dome. Your mind is fractured now too preoccupied by new sensations and emotions to fully recall anything from the topside world. The blurry scenery has long since faded from your memory.
 Somewhere a clock chimes. You start to race for the boxing ring. 
February 1st, 12:15 Am
You recall the first lesson he ever taught you. Back then you had yet to shed the ferocity running ramped across your veins. Preferring to use your teeth, to tear and sheer, hacking at whatever flesh you could reach.
You lay in a pool of gore, fresh enough to make your mouth water. Still, you keep your eyes locked on him. Longing for some acknowledgments, a shred of affection. 
Wriothesley's shadow is casted above you, white fangs glowing. He looked every bit the predator he'd raised himself to be. "Tired already?" His voice carries a tone of mockery. It's to be expected you guess as you'd laid on the metal floor heaving. Black dots danced across your vision, laughing when you tried to block them out. Wriothsly stands proud, metallic boxing gloves reflecting what little light they can. "We're qutrub's (y/n), not animals. Stop acting like one." 
Today's prisoner had put up a fight. A dirty one at that. His blade had pierced you more times than you dare count. it had been Wriothesley who had finished the job. Who had saved you from your target. A heartbeat later you feel him pulling you up, cradling you in his arms as he departs for his chambers. 
Back then you'd seen him as a predator, a beast. No difference in what he decided to call himself. Now all your eyes can convene is a saint draped in black. Wriothsly wears his heritage on his sleeve. Proud of the beast he has become. Proud of the way his bones rearrange to turn in into something odious, something ethereal. Someday you wish to make him proud. To be the creature he envisions, to be more than a monster, more than a wolf. To be worthy of him. 
"I love you" Wriothesley mutters, warm breath hitting the side of your neck. You wonder if monsters can love if that sentiment isn't stripped from them the moment they grow claws. You think it's ludicrous to believe either of you can still harbor such human feelings.
 The new moon feels like a lifetime away.
Febuary 8th, 2:00 Am
 "Until you learn to control your powers, they'll always reign over you. Never bend to them. Remember they are an extension of you. Not the other way around."
The bloodlust has grown more ferocious as of late. Its vicious howl rings through your head, blocking out Wriothesley's voice. It's a welcomed difference, a much-needed rest from his constant yammering. 
You've taken to hunting for sport. Slaughtering any you can corner, any you can out-match. Cherishing the blood that dries under your nails and the liberating ache of your body after the fact. 
At first, Wriothesley had made a show of decorating his desk with any blood-soaked trophy you'd brought him. Now you think he's growing vexed. 
He has you perched on his lap. Ankle cuffed and chained to the stone floor. A security mechanism he'd insisted on after you'd brought him the heart of the Coupon Cafatria's chef. 
Wriothesley never keeps animals in the fortress. He insists it's cruel to cage such a free thing. You wonder if you'll be the first exception. 
Wriothesley drinks tea religiously. it's the only thing keeping his heritage flowing within his bones. You wonder if the flavored scorching waters keep the violent urges at bay. You wonder if their soothing is all that keeps him from ripping out people's jugulars. 
He offers you a sip from his adorned glass. The tea's aroma is overwhelming, it reminds you of a place you've never been to. It burns your tongue on the way down. Enough to make you consider shattering his cup. 
February 11th, 3:00 am
Wriothesley flinches when he sees the blood coating his hands. Flashes of a hell he'd long since buried flicker through him.
A part of you wishes to tell him that he's clean. That killing isn't a sin. At least not here, not to them. He tells you of the night he first transformed, a tiny boy who, at the time, had only ever pulled his punches. 
He tells you why he killed and maimed, why his powers awakened when they did. "I keep trying to tell you." His words are phantoms, restless spectators that cloud your mind. "We're not monsters, not really. Sure all they see is the bloodshep and claws and they take off running. But the truth is our kind have been guardians and protectors longer than their kind has existed." 
His fingers trace your cheek. Leaving red waterfalls to drip down your chine. You think this is love in its rawest form. You think this is desperation in its strongest form. 
Wriothesley's kisses taste of burnt ice and ash. Filled to the brim with sorrow, too deep to understand. You claw at the back of his neck. breaking skin on a childish whim. Desperate to unleash the monster he insists, doesn't exist.
In a blinded second of rage, of passion, of some emotion, no word could properly describe. He has you sprawled on the cold ground. His body hovering over yours. You see his eyes bleed into the most perfect crimson. You see the monster start to break out. 
Febuary 14th 11:58 Am 
It takes too much effort on his part not to baby you. To remind himself that regardless of your age and lack of experience you are still an adult. He gives up on most days, opting to just cradle you on his lap and hum some forgotten tune until you fall asleep.
Tonight's the new moon. He doesn't know what to expect.
You hear his voice in the back of your head telling you to calm down. 'It's just the way we look, you're alright.' you ignore it favoring the sensation of your claws digging behind your eyes. You feel his claws on your wrist prying your hands away. They cut into your veins and you howl, something inhuman, something feral. 
Wriothesley kisses your eyes, staining his lips a doleful red. He listens to the cacophony of your bones rearranging, cracking, and slipping into their new positions. 
he teaches you how to box. Tells you it's a way to stay in touch with your human side.
he tells you about the murders, about how, even at such a young age, he'd known he was a monster, he'd known his heritage sang hymns of moons and blood between his bones. He tells you how he overcame it, where he became something more than a monster. The stories ease the transition, piquing your interest enough to distract you from the natural way your body bends. 
"I want to be human again" you choke, tears marring your cheeks "I hate this, I hate you. Why couldn't you have left me in that alleyway? Why couldn't you have left me alone!"
Wriothesley's facade cracks, your trained eyes pick up the slightest indication of concern weaving across his face. "They'd have hunted you like a wild animal". "I am a wild animal" You protest. "You should have let them kill me!"
There's blood in the back of your throat, metallic, pungent. It feels like holding the sun between your teeth and letting it burn you from the inside. You wonder when you'll be strong enough to deny the bloodlust, to relish in the transformation. Will a time ever come when all this feels natural? When you're as calm and composed as him?
Wriothesley kisses your forehead. It's the last thing you remember before the world turns red. Your brain and body are no longer your own, governed now by the fanged creature inside you. 
If ever there was a time to die, now's not it. 
Febuary 15th 11:00 Am
You wake up in a soft bed. Wriothesley's arm tucked under your head. Your nails have lost their supernatural edge, you trace stars and moons into his chest absentmindedly. His pale blue eyes, shift to you, shaking off the netherworld they'd been engaged with.
"There's an old story about us." His gaze is as cold as the blizzards of Snezhnaya. "About how we were cursed yet survived. The divine turned us into soldiers, they didn't expect us to thrive."
You used to be a fickle thing, all so arrogant and free. So sure of your place in this world. When did that change exactly? When did the world morph into an endless stream of gore and despair? When did you start hanging onto his every word? Despreat for him, all of him?
"What is a monster anyway" you ask, voice too frail that it cracks when met with open air. "A guardian, an outcast, the child of heroes who shares none of the glory its parents once had." You feel the burn on your tongue from the tea he gave you. Suck on the flesh before replying.
" It's inexperienced shoulders buckling under the weight of duty."
"Maybe" he shrugs, "I guess it could be that too."
Somewhere along the lines, Wriothesley forgot how to love. He's not even sure if he's ever understood the emotion in the first place. Maybe it all comes with being a feral, creature of the night. Maybe it all comes with being born only partially human. He rolls your name off his tongue. Nicking his bottom lip on his fangs.
He wonders if you'll like chameleon or mint tea for breakfast. Or maybe something more bitter. His lips find you delicate ones, an exchange of exhaustion. You're so soft and sweet under him, a stark contrast to the beast he's come to tame. 
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zoropookie · 3 days
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SWEET MELODY
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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "accident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.
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band!scaramouche x gn baker!reader
genre: smau, angst, fluff, reader is a stark difference from what i usually write, romance, sort of comedy, lot of hurt feelings in this one
warnings: lots of swearing, crude jokes, kys/kms jokes, a lot of things that are spelled wrong, irl photos to visualize scenarios but there's none of reader
status: when how haters are born (hhab) ends
a/n: second smau let's goooooooooooo hopefully this one is just as interesting lmao. this one will be like around 20-25 chapters, who knows? once i get carried away, it's kind of hard to tell. anyway, enjoy! written parts are marked with (🎂).
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♡ prologue || "at least persistence is a great substitute for actual talent."
♡ characters || tba
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esmiara · 3 days
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Soooo... Yae as Port Mafia's boss in a genshin crossover.
Change my mind. (you can't, she is too perfect for the job)
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almonds-nsfw-world · 2 days
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𝐀𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 - 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 ⽮𝕸𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕸𝖊𝖓𝖚⽮
•.¸¸.•*`*•.•ஜீ☼۞☼ஜீ•.•*`*•.¸¸.•
ꐠ𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬ꐠ
•He was too busy reading those stupid books of his while you wanted his attention, so, you took matters into your own hands. Literally. Beside, you always enjoyed teasing him to the point where he punishes you😽•
a/n: gender neutral reader! And nerdy asf Alhaitham!
!!!MDNI!!!
•.¸¸.•*`*•.•ஜீ☼۞☼ஜீ•.•*`*•.¸¸.•
˚*ೃ⋆。˚ ➷.*ೃ𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤 ˚*ೃ⋆。˚ ➷.*ೃ
His fingers gently slid beneath a page before he slowly flipped it over while his emerald eyes read over the text written in black upon the yellow. He was sitting cross legged at his desk, leaning back against the wood of his chair. He was wearing his usual earpiece to block out any sounds that could disrupt the peace that filled his mind and thoughts.
Yet, you couldn't help but pout from his silence due to the fact that he's been sitting there for a few hours now, not saying a word as he read away in his study - a beautiful neat study filled with vibrant plants and rows of books of history and ancient languages and texts.
He was always so neat and quiet.
You couldn't help but smile at the thought before you peaked your head into the room, glancing at him with a soft gaze, though, you thought he deserved a break...one that required him giving you his sweet, beautiful attention instead.
Or perhaps you giving him the attention you know he loves and secretly craves.
You walked up to him, keeping your hands behind your back while you bit your lip to suppress a giddy sound, feeling your stomach clench and turn in excitement until you gently slid your fingers onto his shoulders and your lips resting against the soft, pale skin of his neck. "Baby", you quietly spoke, closing your eyes to smell his natural scent of flora and old books, making you smile with a chuckle, "You need a break." "I'm busy", he sighed, pinching his brow with a shake of his head, his shoulders relaxing at the way your fingers gently kneaded themselves into them, "I'm reading about something important."
He bit back a groan as you kissed the spot below his jaw that made him weaken his resolve before he scoffed, shaking his head, "Please, let me focus." He side glanced you, allowing those piercing eyes of his stare into your own firmly - with only a slightly softened gaze to them, "I'll be taking a break soon."
You sighed, shaking your head. You knew that whenever he had said that, he never did. This alone made you slightly frown as you knew how important it was for someone to take a break between studying.
And since Alhaitham seemed to always get moodier without a break.
So, you gently sat down on your knees and rested your chin upon his thigh, allowing your fingers to graze his knee gently, "Alhaitham...baby, sweetheart... please? For me?"
You slid your fingers up his inner high, glancing up at him through your eyelashes before you were situated between his legs after you had spread them apart - kneeling beneath his desk and softly smiling up at him.
His nostrils flared, tearing his eyes away from you to continue his studies, "No." Yet, you couldn't help but smirk triumphantly when his fingers threaded themselves through your hair while his other held onto his book, his eyes scanning over the text in interest and focus.
You pressed a kiss against his knee, your thumb tracing circles on his inner thigh before you brought your lips upward with every kiss you placed against his tights. He remained as composed as ever, not even glancing at you whilst he kept his hand on your head and his eyes to his pages.
Which was expected.
It wasn't until you placed your lips dangerously near his crotch that his eyes turned to you, staring into your own with a gaze that made your breath hitch and your fingers tighten around his thighs. "You really do like annoying me, don't you?", He sighed, leaning back against the chair, "Aways going against what others say." His fingers tightened themselves in your hair, forcing your head up, "Acting like such a slut just for me to take a break and give you some of my attention. Is that what it's making you needy like a damn whore?"
You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks heat up when he placed his book down. "Maybe?", you glanced into his eyes confidently with a smile, making your giddiness bubble and your excitement to stir, "I want to help you relax..." You allowed your tongue to slide against the soft skin of your lower lip, "and is it so bad to act like a whore for you? I'm always horny when I think about you." You playfully pouted as your fingers teasingly slithered over his crotch, "Don't you want it?", you tauntingly whispered with a smirk.
He bit back a groan, glaring down at you before his fingers left your hair to grab your chin, "What I want is for you to act like an obedient bitch for me. Think you can do that?" His voice alone was a whisper that held a force which made you slide up onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck with a chuckle before you brought your lips to his ear, sliding off his headpiece, "I'm always an obedient bitch for you...Alhaitham."
"Fuck", he growled out, his fingers wrapping themselves around your neck before he smashed his lips against your own, allowing your mouths to mold together while his tongue dominated your own and your fingers knotted themselves into his white, silvery locks. You moaned against his lips, feeling his cock began to stir against your crotch with a lustful desire that seemed to never leave either of you.
"I want you to bend over my desk", he mumbled between kisses. His hands found themselves over your waist, pushing you back against his desk with a rumbling groan, "because fuck, you're always so damn fucking naughty." You bit back a giggle as you felt your cheeks reddening in need. "Well, you know I'd do anything for you", You teasingly whispered into his ear before gently biting down in his earlobe.
He forced you off his lap, grabbing your waist and spinning you around so your chest was now upon his wooden desk - his slender fingers pressed down on the back of your head to keep you still. "You always know what to say to make me riled up. And you always do it on purpose", he mumbled, leaning over you so his lips could kiss the spot on your neck that made your toes curl and a whimper to spill from your throat.
"Yet, you always fall for it", you could barely speak from how his tongue teased your skin and the way his teeth grazed the mark he had just given you, causing you to slightly arch your back against his broad, muscular chest that was strained against the black, tight elastic he wore. "I know", he scoffed, rolling his eyes before he began to slowly pull down your shorts, making you feel the sharpness of his clipped nails grind against your skin until he left them pooled around your ankles, "you're always so damn hot no matter what you do, how can I resist when you tease me like that, you fucking slut?"
His palm pushed down against your wet crotch firmly, squeezing gently before he began to undo his gauntlets and sabatons, cursing at how long it took as the need to fuck you hard against his desk had filled all his senses - especially since he had felt how wet and ready you were already.
Finally, he was able to pull down his tights before grabbing your ass and squeezing your cheeks roughly, "Always so damn fucking ready for me. No foreplay, no need to try and make you hornier. You're already at the max." He groaned out at that, his fingers leaving your ass before he began to stroke his cock through the material of his boxers and closed his eyes at the trembling, pleasurable feeling, "So damn perfect for me. Even if you do lack the knowledge sometimes." He slightly smirked at that, stepping closer to you and reaching for the waistband of your underwear while his ears pressed against your ear, "Do you want this?"
You were already soaking and needy, your eyes shut closed from the sensation as your nails dug into the wood, making you sigh out in pleasure and desire, "fuck yes. Please." You moaned, opening your eyes to glance over at him from over your shoulder before you felt his hand press down against your head again after having had pulled off the last piece of attire that covered your pretty, little hole for him. "Fuck, you're dripping", he growled with narrowed eyes. He slid his finger up your inner thigh, swiping away at a droplet of your juice before placing his finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before moaning, "shit. I need you."
He eagerly pulled down his boxers and grabbed onto his hard, veiny shaft and allowing his thumb to stroke over the leaking tip with a groan. He closed his eyes as his head fell back, "I'm so ready for you." Before you could even register anything else, your head was down against the table and his cock sliding into the tightness of your dribbling hole, making you arch your back and feel your walls clench tightly around him with every inch that is slid into your depths.
"A-Alhaitham...!", you gasped, curling your toes and fingers and closing your eyes from the pleasurable sensation that overwhelmed your senses before his fingers knotted themselves into your locks, holding onto your hair firmly. "That's it baby, fuck, going to fill you with my cum until there's nothing left. Shit."
His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his chest lowering down to your back while his dick slowly slid out before plunging back into the sponginess of your hole, making you quiver beneath him with every slow, taunting thrust - knowing how he liked to tease you and make you beg for it.
"Please...f-faster", you whimpered out, parting your lips at the way the head of his cock brushed against the spot that made you a complete, drooling mess for him. "Such a needy brat", he scoffed into your ear, biting down on your lobe before he increased the pace of his thrusts, situating himself upright before allowing his fingers to leave your hair and have both hands grip onto your lips steadily, "stay like that. Stay like that for me. Feel me as I fuck your raw like the slut you are."
Your muscles tensed, your walls constricted around his shaft as he thrusted into that sweet, delicious spot of yours which you never knew existed until you met him and his slightly curved dick that filled you up completely, leaving you gasping and moaning for me, begging him to fuck you harder as his balls slapped against your ass with every grunt that spilled from his lips.
"Good slut", he whimpered out while his head fell back and his lips parted. His hips rammed themselves into you at a speed that left you both craving for your climax - both claiming for that orgasm that left you quivering beneath or on top of him every time. You could feel his fingers dig into your skin as he fucked you from behind.
His desk slammed against the wall with his movements, not giving you any time to breathe or rest as he pounded into your tight hole, feeling his balls tighten while you gasped out, "I-I'm close!" His fingers slid down to your ass cheeks, kneading them hungrily with a grunt, "Me too."
With a staggered breath and the sound of your cracked voice, he felt the warmth of your orgasm slide down his shaft and dribble down his balls before he allowed his cum to spill itself inside your quivering your hole - filling you completely and leaving you utterly breathless as you groaned and shut your eyes, breathlessly calling his name in ecstacy.
Your muscles trembled from the intensity of it all.
"Alhaitham", you whispered exhausted, feeling him lower himself down onto your back and grip your hips firmly before he kissed your cheek, "Tired?", he mumbled into your ear. You just nodded, trying to catch your breath - but only to hear him chuckle, "I'm not done with you yet. Especially since you got me all riled up by being the naughty bitch you are while I was busy studying. You deserve a punishment fit for a whore like you."
His fingers slid up your shirt, "Fuck you're always so tight and warm." He gently bit down your earlobe before he pulled out of you - only to slam himself back inside your quivering, sensitive walls.
You cried out from the sensation.
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a/n: Pure smut!!! These oneshots of mine surely are becoming longer and longer - but I hope you enjoyed nevertheless!! 😽💖Also, never have unprotected sex because even with the tablets, you can end up pregnant - please be aware of this. A fellow ex-bio student here!
Alhaitham is from Genshin Impact.
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auroratumbles · 20 hours
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if only that was me.
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the beautiful sound of your laugh seems to echo in their ears. it’s almost taunting. taunting in the way that you’re always close to them but not in the way they hope. you’re with someone else - someone who makes you far happier and the one that you love so dearly. they would never amount to that.
so they attempt to banish these unwelcome feelings, but they just return even stronger. when you ask them why they look so lugubrious around you, they dismiss it as just being a little bit of fatigue. you - skeptically - leave the matter alone, respecting their wishes to not talk about it. if only you knew.
lingering glances, fleeting touches. those are the only things that happen. and they should be satisfied, no? selfish envy remains in their mind (much to their dismay) and they can’t help but glare at the one who has unwittingly taken their chance.
if only that had been them.
abyss!lumine, abyss!aether, kaeya alberich, diluc raginvindr, kujou sara, kamisato ayaka, thoma, kaveh, xiao
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