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ikaroux · 1 year

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Learn to love yourself

Synopsis: There are things about you that you can hate. Curves that are too pronounced. A face that is too round. A more self-effacing character. And you sometimes wonder, "Why did he choose me?"

Style: female reader, Cute, sweet, loving, reassuring, established relationship.

Alert: None.

Characters: Venti, Dainsleif, Ayato.

Note: I love writing about Venti, especially since I started writing "Before the Sun and Moon." I know this character isn't necessarily the most beloved of the boys, and I won't hide the fact that Diluc is still number one in my heart. Nevertheless, I hope to make him more attractive to you… On the other hand, it's quite short, but I appreciate having written for these three characters.

Part 1: Diluc Zhongli Kaeya Xiao

Part 2: Albedo, Kazuha, Tartaglia/Childe

Sitting in front of your dressing table, your eyes stared at that large brown spot with no distinct shape imprinted on your neck since birth. You hated it, you always did… Not only were you born with it, but it was in a place that was nearly impossible for you to cover, except in the winter when you wore turtlenecks. Of course, you tried to use makeup to hide this birthmark, but despite your best efforts, it was impossible to cover it completely.

Your frustration and discomfort had intensified when you met Venti. Over the months, he had become so dear to your heart. So gentle and loving, making you feel beautiful and loved. You had done everything to hide this flaw from him, for fear that it would disgust him… But Venti was the kind of man who liked physical contact, and he often wondered why you always wore something around your neck, preventing him from placing teasing kisses on it. But he never forced you to respond, showing patience and restraint.

Caressing your birthmark with your fingertip, your mind wandering in the twists and turns of your imagination, you didn't notice that your boyfriend had come in through your bedroom window, as he so often did with his anemo vision. When you felt lips brush against your ear, a gasp almost made you fall off the stool you were sitting on as your hand reflexively came to cover your neck.

"Venti! I already told you not to come in through the window!" The young man laughed as usual, apologizing without much conviction as his aqua green eyes seemed to be drawn to what your hand was hiding.

"What are you hiding from me my dove?"

"I-I- Nothing at all! Go wait for me in the living room!" Venti did not move as you asked, instead tilting his head to the side when he caught the tremor in your voice.

"What are you so afraid of, my sweet spring? Don't tell me someone has hurt you?" Venti walked over to you, settling behind your back, his hands firmly on your tense shoulders. When you looked at his face in the reflection of the mirror, something unusual caught your eye… His eyes and the tips of his pigtails were glowing with an intense glow, identical to that of his anemo vision. Anger seemed to be what had triggered this strange reaction.

"No one hurt me… I-" You lowered your head, tightening your grip on your neck. It was then that tender arms encircled your chest as Venti's face rested on the hollow of your shoulder.

"So tell me what you're afraid of. I love you my dove, you know you can tell me anything."

"I don't want to put you off me…" Venti moved slightly away from you, his bewildered eyes staring at you as if you had just said the stupidest thing in the world. You turned your face toward him, your lips close to his. Your hand trembled against your skin, hesitant to move against his gaze. "I love you Venti, I don't want to lose you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me in my life. Try to understand me…" Venti sighed, delicately moving closer to you to place a tender but brief kiss on your lips. As soon as he pulled away, the young man rested his forehead against your shoulder, his arms tightening their grip around you.

"It's more like I should be afraid of losing you. There's so much about me that you don't know… That could scare you or worse, make you hate me. Believe me when I tell you that you are more precious to me than anything else in the world. You will never keep me away from you. Never." Tears welled up in your eyes and slowly, carefully, you slid your hand down your neck, revealing the mark that painted your skin. You closed your eyes, waiting for your lover's reaction. You felt him move behind you before the warmth of his lips kissed your birthmark, making you flinch slightly. "You are beautiful, Y/N. More beautiful than anything I've ever seen. Sweeter than any poem I've ever heard or sung. I'm so glad I met you." And before he could give you time to respond, he held you closer to him, placing eager kisses on your neck, letting only a few moans escape your lips. Venti accepted you completely, carving out a place in your heart that would be reserved for him forever. You hoped that one day he too would be able to face his fears and open up to you…

"Did you see how skinny she is." Whispered a passerby to her friend.

"Yes, how awful!"

"Don't tell me that the handsome blond guy with her is her boyfriend?"

"No way!" Sneered the stranger.

Dainsleif turned around to face the two women who were openly criticizing you, his cool gaze and poise silencing them immediately. He proudly took your hand to lead you away from the atmosphere that he knew was making you sadder than ever.

Dainsleif was not always present at your side, too busy fighting the abyss and protecting the world you lived in. He always expressed his affection, his love for you. But you couldn't help thinking that these women were right… You were too thin, wiry, nothing attractive to men. Dainsleif was… well he was perfect. An angelic face, blond hair framing his jaw perfectly, blue eyes that seemed to hold a deep, quiet ocean, a beautifully sculpted body…

"Don't pay attention to what they say." Dain muttered softly as he continued to walk quietly, his hand still firmly holding yours.

"Why? You know it's the truth. I don't need them to know that my body is… Hideous. I don't even know what attracted you to me in the first place." Dainsleif paused, slowly turning to face you, his gaze still soft when it came to you. His free hand came to rest on your cheek, his thumb tenderly caressing your skin.

"I love your eyes." He said softly, his caresses extending to your eyelid. "I love your nose." The warmth of his finger ran along the bridge of your nose until it reached your mouth, his thumb lovingly brushing your bottom lip. "I love your lips." His hand planted itself on the back of your neck, drawing you into a sudden, deep kiss, eliciting soft moans between breaths. "I love your voice." Finally, he gently placed his forehead against yours, keeping his hand in your hair. Closing your eyes, you both savored this tender moment. "Do you need a reason to love someone? I love you for who you are, not for what others think of you. I absolutely love every part of your body, every part of your soul." And you knew that Dainsleif spoke sincerely, he was a man who never lied, his sincerity and honesty could sometimes be hurtful, but always helped you move on. More than that, Dainsleif had helped you learn to love yourself step by step, even if it wasn't always easy, even if the looks on your face kept tearing you apart from the inside, as long as he stayed by your side, the world would keep turning.

"I love you Dain." A rare frank smile stretched his features as he pulled you closer to him.

"I love you Y/N." Such simple words yet brimming with emotion when spoken by him. Dainsleif held you in his arms for a long time, kissing every part of your face that your proximity allowed him to reach. Ignoring the regular passage of strangers, their curious eyes gazing at your two bodies tenderly entangled against each other.

Ayato was the very personification of perfection. He was an upright man, always elegant, always polite, always discreet… A clan leader leading the cultural commission with a masterful hand. When he spoke, people listened, when he fought, it was always with elegance and determination. However, Ayato had sides that he preferred to hide from others, even from his sister. Manipulative, cunning, ingenious, hiding behind his false smiles his real intentions. Only in front of you could he show himself… The trust and love he had for you made you so happy and yet… You were infuriatingly clumsy. Appearances in Inazuma were something essential in society, the slightest slip could bring shame and dishonor to a clan… Slipping on a stone in public. Spilling a cup of tea. Breaking a precious object. Ayato always stood behind you, catching your blunders. You were so ashamed of yourself. So ashamed to embarrass him in front of those who held him in respect.

You were a burden in his life…

Little by little, you began to refuse to accompany him to official dinners or meetings with other clan leaders, using any excuse to justify your absence from his side. But Ayato wasn't blind, watching your every reaction with sadness. He wanted to wait for you to make the first move to confide in him, which you never did… You were pulling away from him, and he couldn't stand that.

"Y/N, how about coming with me to this new restaurant they opened in town? They serve some strange drinks there that I would love to try."

"Not tonight Ayato, I have to visit a sick friend." Ayato watched you out of the corner of his eye, putting on his gloves with more rigor than he wanted.

"You don't have any sick friends." He said simply, pulling on his white jacket over his shirt, consciously ignoring the stiffness in your body at his words. "I asked Thomas to watch you when I couldn't. I was worried about your change in attitude. Why are you avoiding me Y/N? I'd rather you tell me if I've done anything that might have hurt you than watch you grow further and further away from me." You remained silent, clenching your fists in your lap. Ayato sighed loudly, his arms falling heavily at his sides. "Do you still love me?" He asked in a quavering voice, fear soaking into it like ink on paper.

"Of course!"

"Then why do I feel like I'm losing you?" Ayato finally turned to you, his face marked by loneliness and anxiety. "Tell me what I've done, and I promise to do everything I can to make it up to you. I love you and-I don't want to see you walk away from me again."

"You didn't do anything wrong! I'm the one who… I'm embarrassing you with my clumsiness. I feel… Unworthy of you." You lowered your head, hiding the feeling of humiliation that invaded you behind your closed eyelids. Ayato seemed to want to remain silent, his blue eyes watching you carefully. How could he let you think that about yourself? Did you really think you were beneath him? Ayato felt hurt… Not because of you, no, but because of his own incompetence. Wasn't it him who didn't deserve you? After all, he hadn't been able to immediately see the distress his status had caused you. Hesitantly, he slowly approached you, kneeling beside you and lifting your chin to him with his fingertip.

"Forgive me for not understanding what was wrong…" Your eyes glistened with tears that you refused to let fall. "I love your clumsiness. I love your innocence as well as your pure naivety. All these parts of you melt my heart. It doesn't matter what other people think… Did you ever notice my amusement when you spilled your tea on one of the clansmen?" A tear rolled down your cheek as a soft smile stretched your lips. "Or the tenderness in my eyes when you caught yourself on my arm when you were about to fall? Ayato placed a soft kiss on your forehead. "Oh, and that day when you broke a Kujou clan vase. If I hadn't had my younger sister by my side, I don't think I would have been able to keep my urge to laugh out loud locked inside me." Said he, starting to laugh as he reviewed the images flashing through his head. A blush warmly invaded your cheeks as you tugged on the sleeve of his coat, laughing softly with him.

"It's-It's okay I get it! You can stop right there!" Ayato slowly stopped laughing, affection evident in his eyes focused on you.

"I love you my precious Y/N. Don't turn away from me. You bring so much joy to my life… More than I could ever feel. Don't be ashamed of yourself, because I absolutely love all sides of you." He placed a tender kiss on your lips before rising to his feet, reaching out to help you. "Well, how about we go taste this drink that seems to be all the rage?"

"D-Don't come complaining if I spill my drink on you!" A wry smile spread across his face.

"I wouldn't complain, considering you'll be the one to clean me up." The man made you stammer incoherent words, the red on your cheeks spreading to your ears. "Perhaps I should force this inevitable fate and bring about the catastrophe?" Ayato brought your hand to his lips, a mischievous smile on his face.

"You wouldn't dare!?" A squeak escaped your lips as he pulled you outside the Kamisato domain, lovingly intertwining his fingers with yours…

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selkies-and-cycles · 5 months

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"Who is he?" Qiqi asks, her hands scrunching the fabric of the sheets as she peers over the edge of the patient's bed.

"His name is Dainsleif." Baizhu says as he wipes his hands off on his pants, sighing as he adjusts his glasses. "Other than that, I am not sure. But for now, he is our patient, and we will treat him as such, okay, dear?"

"Okay." Qiqi nods quietly, still peering at the sleeping blond man's face.

"Well, now that that's settled, I believe it is time for bed. Come, Qiqi." The doctor slowly pads across the floor, making an effort to muffle the creak of wooden floor boards as he reaches for the door handle. As he slowly twists the knob, he pauses, turning around once more. "Qiqi?" He asks.

Qiqi still stands at Dain's bedside, watching the man with curious eyes. When Baizhu reapproaches her side, she let go of the bed sheets, settling back onto her heels.

Baizhu raises a silent eyebrow at her, and Qiqi thinks on her words for a few moments. "...We are... similar." She points to the blue veins pulsing on his corrupted arm, struggling to find the words to fully explain it. "Not dead, not alive. Not human, not monster. He is like Qiqi. Like me."

Baizhu's face softens, although he only grasps an inkling of what she's saying. "Do you mean his abyssal energy?" He asks, kneeling down beside her.

Qiqi shakes her head. "...Abyss?" She thinks about it, then shakes her head again. "No. He is not bad, like the Abyss. He... glows, like stars." She turns back to look at Dain, then back to Baizhu. "...Dr. Baizhu, does he like coconut milk?"

Baizhu blinks.

Then he laughs, the sound soft and airy against the quiet of the creak of the floor and their patient's tired breathing. "I don't know, dear." He says, gently taking Qiqi's hand. "But you can ask him when he wakes up, okay? I'm sure he'd appreciate it."

"Hmm... Okay." Qiqi nods, and diligently follows Baizhu out, but not before dutifully tucking in the edges of the sheets.

#dain deserves care. and there's baizhu. and he's like qiqi #dainsleif #genshin impact #baizhu #qiqi #genshin impact dainsleif #genshin impact baizhu #genshin impact qiqi #genshin impact fanfic #genshin fanfiction #genshin dainsleif #genshin fanfic #genshin baizhu #genshin qiqi #qiqi genshin impact #baizhu genshin impact #dainsleif genshin impact #COVERING EVERY FUCKING TAG #dainzhu

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ikebo-simp · 5 months

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The delicious tragedy of Dainsleif falling in love with a mixed blood commoner of Khaenri'ah during his time as a Knight and slowly getting pushed apart by the societal divide between the commoners and nobility

But then the cataclysm happens and you rush to be with your lover one last time, but by the time you've reached him, there's no hope, you've already started changing into a Hilichurl

And he has to watch in horror as you lose your sanity and body, slowly giving way to a monster that can't recognize him or anyone else, attacking everyone in sight, and he has to feel the guilt as he kills you with his own hands in the name of "protecting the royal family"

And living with the sorrow of choosing his job over you

Thanks for Reading

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riotb0nes · 1 year

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in between the divine and the damned, 2021

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact fanart #illustration #dainsleif #dainsleif genshin impact #my art

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qwbikio · 9 months

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#digital art #artists on tumblr #dainsleif #genshin impact #art #fanart #qwbikio #dainsleif genshin impact #dainsleif fanart #genshin impact fanart

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dumplingsfordays · 9 months

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how they kiss you

ft. Dainsleif, Xiao, Diluc, Kazuha, Zhongli

So this is a little thought I had in the car sooo here it goes

Idk why specifically these five, when I open requests I think I'll add some more ;)

Or maybe this is just self-indulgence...

Anyways not proofread!! So sorry for any mistakes, feel free to message me and I'll fix them :))

Reader's gender not specified btw!!

But as always, thank you for reading <3

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Dainsleif

This man is such a nervous wreck when he kisses you. Your lips feel so soft against his slightly chapped ones, and his very large and pretty hands feel so perfect around your waist, and everything about you is utterly amazing in his eyes. Dainsleif loves when you run your fingers through his hair, and loves it even more when he's cupping your cheek, pulling you in closer. He's never kissed anyone before, so his first kiss was more of a learning experience than an actual kiss. He's gotten better at it since, and when you're laying on picnic blankets on Starsnatch Cliff together, he always wants to show you how much he loves you by embracing and kissing you.

Xiao

He's very gentle. He treats you with great care, mostly because he loves you so so much, and his kisses definitely reflect that. Some may call them simple, but he knows what he's doing - they're beautiful and tend to convey a lot of emotion. They're delicate and sweet and warm and utterly unforgettable. He really likes kissing you up on Wangsheng Inn's highest balcony at dusk/night, and seeing your pretty face against a backdrop of stars, looking at him with such adoration and love, he feels like he's won at life.

Diluc

Like Dainsleif, I like to think that he never seriously kissed anyone before, just because he's so busy n stuff. He's a little clumsy with it at first - you actually had to teach him - but he's a fast learner, so he picked it up in no time. After a couple weeks, he got so good at it that your knees almost buckled every time you kissed. His kisses are passionate, though - he wants you to know how he feels about you, and he thinks that the best way to express those feelings is through kissing. He loves loves loves when your hands press against his chest when you kiss, it makes him feel so utterly happy that you're here with him.

Kazuha

Such a good kisser. He does it softly, like a chilly breeze on a hot day. It's refreshing, and at the same time it's loving and full of his affection for you. Kissing is his way of letting you know that he's here for you, that he'll be by your side under any circumstances, no matter what happens. Kazuha also likes kissing your wrists for some reason (but hopefully you won't mind). He's sweet with his kisses, too - you can feel his gentle smile as your lips meet. He'll hum into the kiss, and as your hands link together, he wouldn't trade these moments for anything in the world.

Zhongli

Depends on his mood, really. He can be gentle and caring, and peck the tip of your nose before your lips meet. He'll definitely make his love for you known though. He really likes to kiss you like this in the morning, when you both haven't fully woken up yet and it feels like a dream as you two lay side-by-side in bed and relish in each other's warmth.

But his possesive kisses. Whew. Trust me, they are anything and everything you could ever want. They're very passionate, a little rough (he doesn't want to hurt you), and sprinkled in is just the perfect amount of praise and growling. Yes, he growls, he's basically part dragon so it makes sense >:)

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nanbaka-82 · 2 years

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Tumblr let’s me add more than 10 things and I am going to use the fuck out of that

pt1 pt3 p4 pt5 pt6 pt7

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pissnutsupreme · 3 months

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Let's take ibuprofen together ❤️

#fanart #art #artists on tumblr #genshin impact #genshin fanart #dainsleif #dainsleif fanart #dainsleif genshin impact

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glitteryapricotranchbiscuit · 10 months

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genshin fantasies .. first time with virgin dainsleif and he doesnt realize how pent up hes been over the past 500 years until hes cum inside once and still feels so desperate to unload more inside the reader 😵‍💫

♡ Pent up Virgin Dainsleif needing you ♡

!● warnings: gn!reader, grinding, sub!dain (switching sides later on), handjob, messy in the end, very smut, NSFW🔞 no minors or I’ll eat u alive

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note: damn, i love this, breeding goes brrrrr (also sorry that it took so long bby)

“This… uhm, why do you have to sit on my lap again, (y/n)?”, Dainsleif whispered, avoiding your eye contact since you kinda pushed yourself on top of his lap. There was no reason for him to be quiet around your new apartment in Mondstadt but he still did it. Showing to you how awkward this is for him. You could feel that his whole body froze as soon as you made yourself comfortable around his lap. His face now turned slowly red. “Dain… see, I did not know that you would visit me today. You did not answer my letters so I thought you had no time to help me out. There was no time for me to clean…”, you pouted and pressed your body on his, getting a little jump out of him. His head is spinning with unspoken thoughts of you currently.

In fact, you have had a new apartment since you moved to Mondstadt one week ago but there was no time for you to actually get all your stuff out of the boxes. Once Dainsleif noticed your letter he made his way to you. Now in the middle of the night, you both were sitting on the couch which was filled with random stuff you did not have time to sort out. He avoided replying to your speech, so you tap on his nose. “You look like you need this, right?”, you said. It was pretty obvious now. Dainsleif was pent up with all the stress he was dealing with, so you have to make him feel better tonight. Maybe he would stay even for breakfast, who knows? You pushed him onto the couch, so he could lean against the couch pillow, making his body react stiff. Of course, you couldn’t stop smirking seeing him like this. You were facing him and caressing his face, enjoying how beautiful in pain he was, not to jump on you right away and do naughty things with you.

“I…I know what you are thinking… stop that.”, he said but there was no attempt by him to get rid of you. He wanted this as badly as you needed it. So, your hands made their way down to caress his waist while they went under his shirt. “Oh~ if you know *that* well what I want…” You leaned near his ear and whispered. “Why can’t you stop me then? Or do you like it?”

Jackpot.

His whole body shivered when he was only concentrating on your sweet voice. Closing his eyes shut, trying not to moan out. Then you suddenly started to move your hips and grind on Dainsleif’s tight. He was frozen like a stone so you had to start acting first. Even if he couldn't get anything out of him, a faint moan came out of his mouth, after your hands stopped at his hardened nippels. You chuckle a little bit before giving him kisses on the neck, grinding yourself faster on him. “F-fuck… don’t stop, please”, he demanded while he grabbed your hips to dig his nails into your flesh. He started to warm up to your liking. But you still had to do the work which wasn’t a problem at all. You were pretty horny too.

“Mhm, Dainsleif… you are so pretty…”, you said after licking his neck up to his mouth. Giving him little kisses on his mouth, not fully pressing your lips on his, his hands help you to speed up against his tights. “You want more?”, you asked provocatively. He nodded shyly while his eyes begged desperately for more. You couldn’t deny this so you squeezed his cheeks a little bit, not too harsh, so you could stuff your tongue inside his mouth. It wasn’t a battle for dominance because after your tongue melted into each other, Dainsleif literally lost himself in the kiss. Moaning into your mouth while your hip movement started to slow down.

His eyes were locked to yours while the kiss was not slowing down at all. It was clear for you, that he begged for more touch. Your hands were resting on his hardened nipples but did not pinched him at all. With a sudden push towards your hips, you could feel his pulsing bulge inside his pants. It was painfully begging to be free. He needs your touch so badly. And with the ongoing kiss, Dainsleif got warmer and hotter, so he grabbed your hands and rested them on his bulge. Moaning into the kiss, his eyes clearly screaming to help him release. You let go of his kiss with a deep sigh, taking in the hot air around you both, you smiled brightly. “Hehe, eager are we?~”, you teased him.

“Oh, shut up and touch me already”, he said with a red face, closing his eyes, pressing his lower body parts against your hands further. You did not waste much more time and zipped his pants open, freeing his pulsing dick. The cold air makes him moan out accidently, making you shiver. Seeing him like this was the best and with no more wasting time, you let him guide your hands. His big but graceful hands wrapping your own to ensheath his dick. While you let him guide your hands, you watched his facial expressions. He made the slutiest face you have ever seen him doing, it was as if he was a different man.

His hands now start to go slowly up and down, letting the pre-cum smear on the rest of his dick, making the jerking motion easier to go faster. Dainsleif’s mouth is a little bit apart, letting small and quiet moans out. Before you could react he sped up and leaned against your neck, feeling his dick pulsing. “(y/n)...”, he started repeating your name near your ear, giving you exciting creeps all over your arms and legs.

“Y-you close?”, you asked while kissing his neck. He nods, noticing how you pushed his hands so you could give him a proper handjob. Your hands were faster than his and they felt way better than his owns. Going faster up and down on his dick, using his pre-cum for more friction. His moans started to get louder while he chanted your name over and over again, until you used your thumb to make circles around his tip. It was clear for both of you that he was getting close. To push him over the edge, you used your thumb to circle around on his tip while the other hand continued to jerk him off. Dainsleif then came on your hands without warning and a low groan moan. “F-fuck, d-don’t stop, please…”, he said while leaning back, loving how your not stopped a bit because you knew he loved it. While his cum covered your hands, it was getting messier by every movement. You slowed down before letting go to lick his cum off your hands.

Dainsleif was mesmerized by what you are doing with his own cum, oh no, seeing you like this made his mind all foggy. It stopped his dick becoming limb, the opposite occurred and it hardened again. Needing now much more than your touches. While you were licking your fingers completely going in for it, you did not notice that he is going to push you over to your stomach on the couch, grinding his hard dick against your ass. Letting out a suprised moan, you looked behind, seeing him lost in lust to fuck you tonight crazy. You let him undress, more like ripping it apart, your bottom part to have easier access to your pulsing asshole. There was no time for him to finger you before fucking you. He ended up pushing his dick slowly inside you, while your ass sucked his dick inside further. You heard him letting out a surprisingly loud moan, then sighed and leaned down to kiss your neck.

“S-stay like this, fuck, you are too good for me…”, he said, starting to fuck you from behind into the couch. Your eyes roll behind as Dainsleif did not have the time to let you adjust to his dick. His hips ramming into you with no mercy. His dick pushed his previous cum from your handjob easily out of your ass, it was even a good enough lubrication.

Anyways, his hips slapping against your ass, creating the naughties sounds in your apartment, while there was no filter on Dainsleif’s mouth, moaning with his pretty voice out your name. You could feel his dick deep inside you, ramming it inside this particular spot which made you lose any sight. The rougher he got, the more you could also feel your orgasm building up. “D-dain, slow down…”, you moaned, holding on to the pillow for aid. But he did not slow down a bit, going at an animalistic speed to destroy your ass, completely let go of all this pent up stress he had in the past 500 years. He was getting close again, so did you too.

“Let me cum inside of you.”, it was not a question since even if you would say something against it, your mind was blank wanting only to cum with him, thinking of his thick dick slamming inside of you. Since the only response you gave him was your moans, he leaned up and grabbed your waist to slam his dick a few times in you before painting your inner walls white. “Ugh…ahh~”, he moaned, filling you up. All his juicy cum coming out filling you up. After a moment of silence, you started to laugh. “Haha, Dain you made such a mess, damn…”

He was clearly out of breath but smiled, pulling his dick out just to slam back inside of you. Slowly fucking you again. “Mhmm…”, this made your toes roll while you concentrated not to cum again. You were as sensitive as his dick was, so you pushed your hip higher to make him reach deeper inside you, hitting again your g-spot. “Oh, you want more?”, turning the tables around. You made him want this and now you are desperately needing more inside of you. After seeing you nod and moan out, he started to fuck you again and again, filling your ass up to the brim. With every push inside you, cum floated out of you, making the couch a complete mess. This went on the whole night, him not letting go of the amazing feeling of his dick rearrange your inners over and over again.

Eventually both of you fall asleep after some hours into the late night, cuddling up in the mess since both of you were too tired to take a bath or anything to clean up. He kisses your head and snuggles into your shivering body. “Sorry, I will help you out with cleaning up, okay?”

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#glittery stuff #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #dainsleif #dainslief #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif smut #dainsleif genshin impact

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insertsomthinawesome · 2 years

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WHUMPTOBER 2022 - DAY 26 - “Why did you save me?”

I need to draw/do more with Dainsleif, I love him so much but his existence in my brain is just as evasive as his existence in game 😔

-NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-

#whumptober2022 #No.26 #why did you save me?#genshin impact #digital art #injury #whumptober #zhongli #dainsleif #zhongli genshin impact #dainsleif genshin impact #isa's fanart #insertsomthinawesome #October2022 #I FORGOT ABOUT DAINSLEIF #I LOVE HIM SO MUCH BUT I FORGET HE"S THERE AAAAAAAAAA #anywho #zhongli dainsleif dynamics would be so much fun to kick around

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flan-tasma · 3 months

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Hello, just wondering if you could possibly write dainsleif xgn! reader modern highschool au? basically the reader always wears a mask due to them having a noticeable scar on their lips? (slightly self projecting but riufhurihwiwkak) what if people were being pushy into getting you to take the mask off and dainsleif comes to save the day

reader is selectively mute and shy ish

💖~ FINALLY SOMETHING ABOUT DAIN. I love you so much, anon💘✨💖

I like to think that in the end Dain carries you to the infirmary.

Warning: Nope now💖, GN!Reader, I think this turned out to be a bit violent... | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!

Spanish:

Fue un misterio la razón por la que usabas una mascarilla. En un inicio la respuesta para las mentes curiosas era un rumor acerca de tu salud delicada, y mientras se esparcía como la pólvora, las personas se acercaron con un deseo casi vulgar por saber la razón verdadera. Preguntaron con sonrisas, con rostros curiosos y de buena manera en un inicio, pero no recibieron más que el silencio y tu mirada baja.

Los rumores escalaron hasta que habías nacido sin capacidad de habla, y las buenas maneras en las que se acercaron los curiosos fue distinta. La curiosidad empezó a volverse morbo. Y mientras se oscurecían las razones para descubrir tus secretos, también lo hicieron las artimañas de tus compañeros de clase.

Los pedidos acompañados de dulces palabras pasaron a caras aburridas que solo esperaban un nuevo show, algo divertido que ver en ti. Te dijeron que sería más agradable ver tu cara completa al hablarte, y cuando no lo hiciste te dejaron. Dijeron que no eras cortés, que tú falta de educación era un insulto. Todo se vino abajo.

Te lanzaron cosas, acercaban sus manos rápidamente a tu cara para quitarte la máscara, pero solo era una burla. Tu rostro preocupado les divertía como si fuera el mejor show que hayan visto en sus vidas. Y esos imbéciles sin entretenimiento se quedaron.

“Ni siquiera sé por qué te molestas.” La voz femenina resonó en el salón, las clases habían terminado y te apresurabas a guardar tus cosas e irte, pero un brazo en tus hombros te detuvo. “Somos amigos, no vamos a burlarnos ni nada.” Sus promesas estaban vacías y tenían menos valor que un centavo, pero no podías hacer más que quedarte en tu lugar y bajar la cabeza.

“Tal vez está escondiendo una quemadura.” Otro chico habló, sonriendo como si incomodarte no fuera más que una broma inocente. No le importaba en lo más mínimo y su postura relajada te lo comunicaba. “Una quemadura tan fea que si la ves, vas a vomitar.”

“No digas eso, tienes que ser amable. ¿Verdad?” La voz sínica te hizo temblar cuando más se acercaba por tus hombros hasta tu cuello. “¿Puedes decirle que no sea un hijo de perra? Tal vez así te deje de molestar.”

“Solo dejaré de jugar si te quitas la máscara.” Con una perra que te sostenía por los hombros y el imbécil que se acercó para por fin callar a la voz que le gritaba en su cabeza, casi gritaste y te sacudiste. No querías que te vieran, no querías que vieran tu cicatriz. Tus ojos empezaron a llorar cuando el agarre de la chica te sostuvo con más fuerza hasta empujarte dolorosamente contra alguna silla, sentiste el pupitre pinchar tu costado y pataleaste contra el aire cuando viste a esos dos gritarte en la cara que te calmaras y no seas histérica, pisando tus pies para evitar tus golpes.

Las cosas pasaron en cámara lenta mientras tus uñas arañaban lo que lograban sostener de la piel de alguno de los dos. Estabas llorando y el calor de la máscara era aún mayor. Pero cuando sentiste que tus pulmones iban a explotar, de repente la libertad te golpeó junto al sonido de algo cayendo contra otras mesas. Una cabellera rubia estaba frente a ti, un chico alto que miraba a los dos renacuajos que chillaron y se quejaron por haber caído contra los pupitres.

Todo se sentía irreal mientras los gritos te asfixiaban, la voz del hombre se hizo camino para ser escuchada por todos, rugiendo con rabia, sacando a la fuerza a los dos estudiantes. El silencio reinó cuando él cerró la puerta del salón mientras te calmabas. Temblaste por el miedo y te dolía el cuerpo, querías chillar y volver a casa. Tu salvador notó tu nariz moqueando y se acercó lentamente, sentándose en una silla a dos mesas de distancia.

“¿Quieres ir a la enfermería?” Su voz era silenciosa, casi como un susurro, no queriendo alterarte o hacer que te duelan los oídos. Su mirada gentil estaba pintada de azul y buscaba alguna herida grave en tus manos o cuello. En cuidado con el que se mantuvo alejado, pero pendiente, presente y dispuesto a ayudarte mientras aún calmabas tu respiración y tus llantos, sin importarle cuando te cubrías la máscara con algo de temor aun aferrándose a tus huesos.

Entendió que querías silencio, entonces te lo dio, pero te cuidó hasta que ya era más tarde de lo habitual. No había ruido afuera del salón, ni siquiera los conserjes se escuchaban y parecía que incluso los autos de la carretera respetaban sus deseos.

En la escuela se escuchó un nuevo rumor, esta vez uno más cerca de la realidad. A Dainsleif, el misterioso muchacho de la clase D, estaba cuidando del estudiante de la clase B. Claramente nadie volvió a quejarse de tu mascarilla sin tener alguna discusión con él.

English:

It was a mystery why you were wearing a mask. Initially the answer to curious minds was a rumor about your failing health, and as it spread like wildfire, people came forward with an almost vulgar desire to know the real reason. They asked with smiles, with curious faces and in a good manner at first, but they only received silence and your lowered gaze.

The rumors escalated until you were born without the ability to speak, and the good manners in which the curious approached were different. Curiosity began to turn morbid. And as the reasons for discovering your secrets darkened, so did the tricks of your classmates.

The requests accompanied by sweet words passed to bored faces that were only waiting for a new show, something fun to see from you. They told you it would be nicer to see your full face when they talked to you, and when you didn't, they left you. They said you were not polite, that your lack of education was an insult. Everything fell apart.

They threw things at you, quickly bringing their hands to your face to take off your mask, but it was just a taunt. Your worried face amused them as if it were the best show they had ever seen in their lives. And those unentertained morons stayed.

“I don't even know why you bother.” The female voice echoed in the room, classes had ended, and you hurried to put your things away and leave, but an arm on your shoulders stopped you. “We're friends, we're not going to make fun of each other or anything.” His promises were empty and worth less than a penny, but you could do nothing but stay in your place and hang your head.

“Maybe they're hiding a burn.” Another boy spoke up, smiling as if making you uncomfortable was nothing more than an innocent joke. He didn't care in the slightest, and his relaxed posture communicated that to you. “A burn so bad that if you see it, you're going to throw up.”

“Don't say that, you have to be nice. True?" The sinic voice made you shiver the closer it got over your shoulders to your neck. “Can you tell him not to be a son of a bitch? Maybe then he will stop bothering you.”

“I will only stop playing if you take off your mask.” With a bitch holding you by the shoulders and the asshole reaching out to finally silence the voice screaming in his head, you almost screamed and shook. You didn't want them to see you, you didn't want them to see your scar. Your eyes began to cry when the girl's grip held you tighter until she pushed you painfully against a chair, you felt the desk pinch your side and you kicked against the air when you saw those two yelling in your face to calm down and not be hysterical, stepping on your feet to avoid your blows.

Things happened in slow motion while your nails scratched what they could hold of the skin of either of you. You were crying and the heat from the mask was even greater. But when you felt like your lungs were going to explode, freedom suddenly hit you, along with the sound of something falling against other tables. A blonde haired guy stood in front of you, a tall boy looking at the two tadpoles who screamed and complained about falling against the desks.

Everything felt unreal as the screams choked you, the man's voice made its way to be heard by everyone, roaring in rage, forcibly removing the two students. Silence reigned as he closed the living room door while you calmed down. You shook with fear and your body ached, you wanted to scream and go home. Your savior noticed your runny nose and slowly approached, sitting in a chair two tables away.

“Do you want to go to the infirmary?” His voice was quiet, almost like a whisper, not wanting to upset you or make your ears hurt. His gentle gaze was painted blue and he was searching for any serious wound on your hands or neck. In care with which he stayed away, but attentive, present and willing to help you while you still calmed your breathing and your cries, not caring when you covered your mask with some fear still clinging to your bones.

He understood that you wanted silence, so he gave it to you, but he took care of you until it was later than usual. There was no noise outside the room, not even the janitors could be heard, and it seemed that even the cars on the road respected his wishes.

A new rumor was heard at school, this time one closer to reality. Dainsleif, the mysterious boy from class D, was taking care of the student from class B. Clearly no one complained about your mask again without having some discussion with him.

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