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svatleena-delvera · 2 months
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No fair
You really know how to make me cry
When you gimme those ocean eyes
I'm scared
I've never fallen from quite this high
Fallin' into your ocean eyes
Those ocean eyes
Gojo satori|ciel Phantomhive|killua zoldyck|Naruto izumaki|langa hasekawa|Armin arlert|Violet|jean genshin| etc.
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nn2406s · 11 months
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genshin doodles/sketches
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artful-aries · 1 year
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Genshin Headcanons: How They Apologize (Itto, Albedo, Jean)
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​​Itto:
​​Depending on what you fought about, at first, he would be too proud to apologize
​​The One and Oni Arataki Itto, being wrong? Fat chance
​​Yet as you give him the cold shoulder, he grows increasingly pouty. Why aren’t you talking to him and giving him kisses? Don’t you love him anymore? He begins to grow almost insecure the longer you draw out the punishment
​​It doesn’t take long of being ignored till his resolve is crumbling to dust. Depending on how mad you are, Itto might be extra and even get down on his knees as he apologizes to you
​​“(Y/N), my babe, my doll, my honey, my numero two, please don’t be mad at me anymore! I won’t do it again, Oni’s honor! Just please, please stop ignoring me babe. I miss being in your arms, and kissing you.”
​​If you don’t have the patience to ignore him for a while, or his groveling for your affection isn’t enough, you can always talk to Shinobu
​​Within the hour, she will have him whipped into shape with a written apology that he will read out in front of you
​​It would be a nice apology that addresses the issue nicely thanks to Shinobu’s advice. It’s just hard to ignore the giant whelp that Itto seems to have on the back of his head after spending an hour under Shinobu’s strict gaze
​​He will be super grateful that you’ve forgiven him, vowing to never make the same mistake again
​​Itto does surprisingly well about not repeating past offenses, the problem is that he seems to always come up with new ones
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​​Albedo:
​​Arguments with him are rare and mostly one sided. It’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s just that he’s usually confused about why you are mad
​​It takes him a while to get around to apologizing to you
​​Albedo not only wants to make sure you have had plenty of time to cool off, but he also wants to make sure that he prepares an articulate apology for you
​​Given that he tries to plan out his apology, it comes out as a bit stiff and script like, but the small furrow of his brows and the concern in his eyes shows that he really does care about your feelings
​​He’s more than happy to talk about your feelings; why you got mad, where things went wrong, and how to not make the same mistakes in the future
Albedo will handle the situation in a very mature way, and make sure that you don’t confuse his stoicism for lack of feeling. He cares very much about what you think, he just has a hard time showing it
​​He’s very keen on making sure there is healthy communication between you two. Albedo isn’t dumb, he knows he can be a bit cold and aloof externally, and communication is the tool he uses to try and combat potential misunderstandings
​​When you have forgiven him, he will give you a tender kiss to your forehead, a wordless promise that he will try to do better for you in the future.
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​​Jean:
​​She usually feels a lot of guilt before the argument is even over
​​When it’s possible, she will find a way to interrupt your ranting to apologize, and ask you to calmly talk about the issue with her
​​If you storm out before she gets to apologize, she’s actually very internally distraught, barely able to concentrate on her work with the Knights
​​As soon as the opportunity arises, she’s giving you a bouquet of dandelions to apologize
​​Jean will explain that she knows what upset you and why, and that she feels terrible about it
​​She doesn’t want you to think that just because she’s busy that she doesn’t think about the best way to resolve problems with you
​​Her job is super stressful and she isn’t perfect, but she appreciates your understanding
​​With her apology, you almost completely forget what you were even mad about to begin with; her apology is just that sincere and heartfelt. How could you stay mad at her?
​​Even after she’s forgiven, she will still feel a little awkward and guilty about the argument until you give her a kiss for reassurance; whether it’s on her forehead, cheek, lips, or hands, you’ll have her blushing like a schoolgirl and forgetting what she was torn up about
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a-certain-romance · 1 year
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Your hips, your lips, they’re mine pt3
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Characters/Ships: Jean x fem!reader & sub!Eula x fem!reader
Synopsis: Your relationship with her has brought a lot of unwanted attention. Thankfully, she came up with the perfect solution.
Warnings: Smut written by a minor, thigh riding (Jean), daddy kink (Jean), nipple play (Jean), some fingering (Jean), oral (Eula), hair pulling (Eula)
A/N: Both. Both is good
Link to Pt1 & Pt2
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Jean has a big heart. Maybe too big a heart. Everyday it’s always something— mediating market disputes, keeping an eye on the Knights, hell, she once helped someone find their lost cat. Her devotion to the title can make one think she doesn’t have many outside commitments, and those who do think so are shocked when they hear about you.
Everyone in Monstadt knows how overworked Jean is, suffice to say many grew an interest in you. But sometimes it’s the wrong kind of attention. Every time she sits down for a meeting, or every time she’s helping a person in need, you are still the center of attention without even being present.
Jean notices. But you, you don’t even realize the effect you have on people. You don’t see the way their eyes rake over your body. You don’t see the way they lick their lips when they hear your voice. You don’t see the way Jean clenches her fists because she’s unable to do anything about it.
She makes sure to clear out a good portion of her schedule for the next day. Since when was the last time the two of you shared lunch? The more time she has with you the better.
And there you are; bright smiles and all. You carry a basket of food in your hands but that isn’t what catches Jean’s attention oh no. It’s that cute miniskirt you’re wearing that has her full, undivided attention. She grips her pen tightly, just how many people saw you in that? she wonders. Jean is anything but controlling. What you choose to wear on any day-to-day basis is none of her concern. But now that so many people are after you, Jean’s concern lies in those who might agree with her in the fact that you look hot in that skirt.
You say your hellos as you sit in her lap, rambling on about your day while Jean listens attentively. You mention someone who was extremely nice to you while shopping, offering to carry all your bags and treat you to a snack right after.
Jean flashes a smile, but inside, she’s irking. Why can’t her people see she’s taken? Jean maneuvers you so that your legs are on either side of her thigh. Your cheeks flush when you realize her intention. “Babe, the door isn’t locked mhpm” she gives you a heated kiss.
“I don’t give a shit if the door is locked” she murmurs against your lips. Her hand palms your ass and flips up your skirt, her fingers playing with the edge of your underwear.
“Do you want this?” She asks.
“Yes, ah” you whine out as she bounces her legs, hitting you in the perfect angle.
“Yes what?”
You bite your lip, “Yes daddy”
“Good girl”. You lift yourself up as she slides off your panties. Her hands move to your waist and she starts grinding your cunt up and down on her leg.
Not wanting herself to do all the work, she lets go and starts lifts your shirt. Your juices leave an unmistakable stain on her white pants as your grind yourself down harder. Jean unhooks your bra and starts circling your left nipple with her tongue while her hand rubs the other.
“Are you close?”
“Mhm, feels so good”
She lifts your hips up slightly and shove 2 fingers into you. You gasp and pause momentarily. Jean chuckles, “I didn’t tell you to stop”. You nod and take her fingers in deeper.
You come on the curl of her fingers and slump into her arms. Jean’s fingers comb through your hair, “Now, what do you say?”
“Thank you daddy”
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Eula can mask her emotions very well. It’s scary sometimes, especially when she faces resentment out in public. But she never hides them from you. At least until recently, when the news of your dating spread.
It seems like every other day, people are swooping in to sway you over. They believe wholeheartedly that in doing so they’d be saving you from that “dirty, corrupt aristocrat”. You shook them off every time, That isn’t Eula
She’s been hated since she was born a Lawrence, so venomous words aren’t unknown to her. But now you’re being pulled into the drama. The last thing Eula wants is to be the reason your name gets dragged through the mud. It leaves her feeling uneasy, the guilt eats away at her until it’s nearly impossible to pretend any longer. The second you walk into the bedroom your back meets the door.
Eula feverishly tries to unbutton your shirt but her hands are shaking. You hold her shoulders lightly and push her back. “Eula what’s wrong”. She sighs deeply and sits on the edge of the bed. She’s never this nervous
“I’ve grown used to their hostility because it only concerns me. But now their involving you in their schemes, and I fear I may not be as good a partner that you may think”
You cup her cheeks lovingly and kisses her deeply. “Eula, you’re everything to me”. You kiss her bottom lip, bite softly, and slip your tongue in.
You separate, then drops to your knees “Let me show you how much I love you” Gently, you spread open Eula’s legs, pull off her shoes and roll down her stockings. You slide down her panties with so much care and kiss your way up her leg.
She tugs at your hair on your first taste. Quiet moans fill the room with your kitten licks. Once your tongue goes inside, her plush thighs squeeze around your head. You dig your nails into the smooth, pale skin and pull her closer, moving your tongue in and out faster and with more force.
“Ha, just like that. Ah right there. More, please”
She clenches harder around you. Her grip on your hair tightens as she uses your face to grind harder. She moans uncontrollably and creams into your mouth. Her juices drip along your chin and coats her thighs. You lick up her mess, pressing a soft kiss to her slit at the end of it all.
“Feeling better?”
She smiles down at you, “yeah”
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yintsukareta · 2 years
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So I see you're accepting request for the 100 follower event
So can I have a drabble of creator that love when people sleep on their lap.. honestly I Just love the idea when the character are tired and sleepy some of them deserve the best sleep and rest. Putting their head on my lap and brushing their hair or massage their head with albedo. Xiao. Jean. Thoma.( And childe if its not to much already) I swear some of them act like they're allergic to resting I would forcefully pull their head on my lap if that the lasting I do
note: OH MY GOD IM ALREADY IN LOVE WITH THIS PROMPT AHHHH 💕💕💕
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Creator's Comfort ft. Albedo, Xiao, Jean, Thoma, & Childe
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Albedo
"Albedoo" (name) groaned, feeling lonely and bored.
"Yes?" The blonde turned around to face them, he was just about to start on a new experiment.
"Can you lay on my lapp..." (name) yawned. Leaving your creator to do nothing could be highly disrespectful, they thought.
"I'm.." He paused, rethinking about their proposal. "I guess I can."
(name) lightened up immediately, untying Albedo's hair before letting him lay on their lap. They looked at him, who seemed comfortable, and gave a warm smile.
"If you want... You can do this more often." (name) teased.
"I'm not against that." Albedo replied, unaware it was only a tease.
"Alright then." They smiled, playing with his hair.
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Xiao
"Xiao, when was the last time you rested?" (name) asked, looking out to Dihua Marsh. The adeptus looked at them in slight confusion.
"I don't rest." Xiao simply said, looking back to the wetlands.
"You know, you should still rest even if you're an adeptus. I'm the Creator and yet I get tired too."
"I don't rest to protect what you've created." Xiao replied.
"Will you just rest already?" (name) looked at Xiao, so ready to drag him to a room and force him to sleep.
"I said that I-" But (name) wasn't having it. They took him by the wrist and forcefully dragged him to a room.
They sat down on the bed and laid his head down on their lap.
"Doesn't this feel nice?" (name) asked, stroking the young adeptus's hair.
"I... Guess.." Xiao reluctantly replied, to which (name) lightly giggled at his slightly embarrassed face.
"I'll wake you up in a bit, I promise." (name) smiled softly.
They didn't wake him up
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Jean
"Jean?" (name) called, opening the door.
"Oh, Welcome Your Grace." Jean replied, looking up from her piles of documents.
"Shouldn't you be resting? It's almost midnight." (name) said, approaching the blonde.
"I still have lots to do." Jean replied.
"I'm sure they'll understand if you just slept and put it off for now. If not, maybe I'll personally scold them." (name) said, leaning against her desk.
They act kind of like Lisa. Jean thought, then put the quill down. Muttering an 'alright'.
They sat on the sofa, patting their lap to sign her to lay on their lap.
Jean stood up, untying her hair, and put her head on their lap, sighing as she felt the stress of her work go away.
"Sleep well, Jean." (name) whispered, playing with her hair.
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Thoma
Thoma stretched, finally finished with cleaning the estate.
He was tired and pleased, seeing the estate tidied up was satisfying.
He walked to his room, taking off his headband. He opened the sliding door to be greeted by (name) waiting on the bed.
"Y-your Grace?" He called, gaining their attention.
"You finished cleaning, good job." (name) smiled.
"Thanks but.. What are you doing in my room?" Thoma asked, surprised and confused that their creator was waiting in his room. "If you were trying to find Milady or My Lo-"
"No, I was waiting for you." (name) said, which confused Thoma even more.
"Did you want to tell me something?" Thoma asked.
"I just wanted to rest with you Thoma." Thoma slightly blushed at their words. "Come, rest on my lap."
He obediently laid his head on their lap, relaxing himself.
"Rest well." (name) smiled, stroking his hair.
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Childe
Childe walked into the Headquarters with a yawn. Clearly exhaused from the mission he was assigned. He went to his and (name)'s room, wanting only to fall asleep in their arms.
He was greeted by (name)'s smile, energizing him a bit. "You're back." They said, walking over to the orange-haired man.
"You look tired." (name) frowned.
"Well, I guess I am. But all I'll need is your comfort and I'll be alright." Childe said with a soft smile. (name) lit up a bit and pulled him by the wrist, laying him on their lap.
They removed his mask and his shoulder piece and put it on the bedside table, moving a strand of his hair out of his face.
Childe talked about his day, how the clients were so annoying, how he wasn't able to fight as much as he expected he needed to. (name) sat there, stroking his face. Eventually he gave into his exhaustion and fell asleep.
"Good Night, dear." (name) whispered, planting a small kiss on his cheek.
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note: IM SORRY IT TOOK LONG I LOST MOTIVATION LIKE 6 TIMES DURING THIS
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vollereix · 1 year
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WHEN YOUR SOCIAL BATTERY DIES
can be seen as platonic or romantic!!
characters: Itto, Beidou, Cyno, Jean
warnings: breaking down, tired reader
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ITTO
Now, although he’s quite the airhead, you best bet that he’ll realise the way you got quiet and started staring at your feet.
After a whole day of entertaining people and trying to promote the Arataki gang, you just felt drained and extremely uncomfortable.
“How ‘bout we stop for today? We can get some food together if you’d like!” Tito’s voice distracted you from your relentless fidgeting.
“oh, okay.” You gave him a weak smile.
Of course he realised that your social battery was running low when you stopped talking so much and had your head hung low.
But then again, he didn’t know how to help you so he went to his go-to suggestion.
Food!
Surely you’ll feel better after you eat something! And if you don’t… We’ll! It’s better than being sad on an empty stomach!
BEIDOU
After putting you in charge of handling the Crux Fleet while she went off to visit Ningguang, your schedule had been packed day to night.
Today was the day when she said she would come back but it was already night and there were no signs of your captain.
Letting out a sigh, you buried your face in your hands. Managing the Crux was a lot more work than you had imagined.
A knock on the door captured your attention.
ah… this is great.
A fresh stack of paper had been dumped on your desk.
*knock*
Someone else knocked on the door, you honestly didn’t feel like you’d be able to handle someone else so you opted to ignore them and pretend you weren’t there.
Thinking they’d left, you let yourself sink into the fatigue. Resting your head in your arms. A few hot tears falling.
You were so immersed in your thoughts you didn’t hear Captain Beidou coming in until she knelt down and put a hand on your shoulders.
“Hey, it’s alright now, i’m back.” A few more tears rolled down your face at that.
Soon enough you were full on having a mental breakdown while Beidou rocked you in her arms. Rubbing your back and reassuring you that you did great.
CYNO
Scholars had been hogging you for days asking about your most recent research breakthrough. You were more than happy to help out your fellow colleagues at the start but now you’re just completely drained.
You could feel the tears brimming your eyes, cold exhaustion catching up to you.
I just need a few minutes to collect myself…
Turning towards the closest door, you quickly slipped in. A sigh escaped your lips as you lowered yourself onto the ground.
“y/n?”
You looked up towards the voice, shocked.
“…are you alright?” Cyno put down the papers he was holding before kneeling down in front of you.
Nodding your head, you desperately attempted yo wipe your tears away, plastering a fake smile.
“i’m fine, just a bit tired…”
“you can rest in here until you feel better, i’ll see to it that no one bothers you too much.”
JEAN
Being the acting grandmaster herself, Jean knows how draining it could be to entertain so many people. With the recent stormterror incident, the Knights have been extremely busy.
It was the hundredths time someone had approached you asking about it. Giving them the most sincere smile, you reassured them that everything was under control.
Entering the headquarters, you let out a restless sigh. Your shift had ended—well your patrolling shift at least. Organising the files and documents, you knocked on Jean’s door.
“come in!”
Closing the door behind you, you passed the items to her. As you made your way back to your office, her voice stopped you.
“y/n, why don’t you take the day off? you’ve been working hard and i’m sure you’re tired.” Jean gives you a knowing smile.
The next day when you report for duty, you were informed that all your work had been taken care of. A small smile formed at your lips realising that Jean was behind it.
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pristine-rose · 1 year
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oraI fixation with jean and lisa ( together / 3 some )
ex.plicit . female reader [ afab, she / her pronoun usage ]
reader receiving, crying, over stim, reup no.2 :’(
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“please lisa, please…”
cute, patient jean was sat so politely on the floor; atop her own legs, thighs together, fist clenched in neediness. she was making a mess of herself staining the floorboards, but it’s not like she could help the wetness dripping from her own hole.
thighs rubbing together, she begged in near tears, “please can it be my turn now?”
you cried out from the feeling of teeth — they dragged right along your clit as lisa’s hot tongue only pushed harder in slight annoyance. if jean was ready to cry, you were already drowning in your tears from the nails of lisa’s fingertips digging at your thighs, and from her tongue eating you out so sensually. you thought she was delicate, thought she was graceful — but instead she was practically drinking you down like you belonged to her tongue.
“not yet, grandmaster,” she mewled from your cunt. her lips brushed along with the wetness of your pussy, and jean practically whined at the sound of her response. “you have to wait your turn, i’m not one to share—”
lisa was practically pulled back by her hair by an impatiently horny jean. all dignity gone from her system, she pulled lisa into a searing kiss right in front of you, practically sucking at the librarian’s tongue just to taste your cum in her mouth.
and immediately after, the blonde was right onto you. she practically dove her tongue into your cunt the moment your legs were left open for anyone to take, making you scream. she was ruthless when impatience clouded her mind — not any thought but the hunger for you coursing through her muscle just as she lapped and lapped at your lips. she was much more ferocious than lisa, having no plan or skill at all with her movements and instead caving to completely devour you instead.
“t-too much…!” you screamed through your fingers covering your mouth. you grabbed at jean’s hair, gripping it in a way that surely was to hurt. “grandmaster, that’s too much…!”
“oh, darling,” lisa cooed, drawing closer once more. she pushed jean aside just a little, hands spreading your legs just a bit wider to fit the both of them in between. “you can take it,” she muttered through a kiss on your thigh, “i know you can.” her encouraging words made you cry out more tears. no, no you didn’t think you could take more.
lisa grabbed your hand through jean’s hair and yanked her ponytail downwards. the blonde immediately submit herself, moaning out as she began to frantically finger herself and tilt her head to stick her tongue up into your sopping hole at the same time. lisa drew poked her tongue at your clit. and you could practically hear the breathy smile that emit from her lips when you practically cried out through a jerk of your hips.
“shh, shh,” lisa hushed. encapsulating your bud fully in her mouth once more, she sucked and licked so so hard combined with jean’s hungry licks. “you’re such a good girl, you can take it.”
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nekotime · 1 year
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Eeeeeeek!! 🥰 I love them to much, still same person 😗
Maybe a second one isn’t to bad but can I ask for moaning prank on Mean Dom Jean, then running away but seems like you got caught 👀
There’s never anything about our acting grandmaster she deserves more 🥰
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╭₊˚ ๑ ᘓ︵ꪒ⑅ꪒ ⌣ ✦ ꒱ లㅤ scream it.
┊ Pairing : Jean
┊ Genre : Smut
┊ Cw : Mean!dom!Jean, Afab!Reader, Kinda of predator dinamic, Reader being chased, Degradation, Strap-On, Use of pet names ( Doll &' Darling ), Exhibitionism, Choking.
┊ Notes : Thanks for the idea again, anon!! I'm still learning to write mean dom's...I hope the way I write is good enough 4 u ~ ๑´ ³`)ノ Enjoy !!! ♥︎
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Jean was used to your playfull nature, after all, you are her happy virus! Always making a smile prop up on her stressed face, even with a joke who isn't at all funny. Some people saw it just as an assistant trying to help their boss, but both of you knew it was the purest kind of love.
Recently, you started being into pranks. Throwing some water on an annoying favonious knight, startling people with fake spiders...Jean was okay with it, if you didn't get too addicted to it. After all, whatever makes you smile is good for her, right?
That is, until she was the main victim of your pranks.
‿︵‿ㅤㅤYou enter her office, Jean still too focused on her work to even say hello. You always understood her side, but it was still a small bruise...What could better lighten up your mood than playing with your girlfriend a bit, right? A blushed expression on your face, shirt not buttoned up completely and breathing uneasy. Jean looked at you with a troubled expression, random possibilities of what happened to you going trough her mind. ― What brings you here, doll? Your work time is over and... ― You interrupt her with a hand feeling her heart, hot breath against the shell of her ear as a sweet moan escapes your lips. Running away in a giggle. That was enough.
Uh Oh. You just now noticed that you did something stupid. Really fucking stupid. Hiding underneath a table as both of your hands are keeping your mouth shut. Jean laughs in an annoyed tone, making your body trembling in fear...So why was it so good? ♥︎
― Got'cha. ― Jean teases as her hands pull at your hair. ― W-WAIT! Jean, it was just a prank..! ― You respond to her actions, your ass rubbing against the strap-on in her pants. ― Oh, I know, Darling...I'm just helping you to proceed it. ― She laughs in a lovely tone, as her pretty cock finds itself at the deepest walls of yours, pinching at your bud.
Jean fucking you in a rhythm so slow it's torturous, tears dropping from your eyes as you spill so many apologies. ― Stop being such a coward. You asked for this, so no backing up now.. ― You could see the grin on her, even with your face squeezed against the window, so many teens paralysed and laughing at you. Just knowing that people were watching you being so fucked out was enough to make you cum. ― So quickly..? It was not for me, hm? ― Your eyes open wide, breath uneasy as her hands choke you against the window, the loud echo of your wetness being stuffed over and over. ― M SORRY! SO SORRY..! J-jeeann ~ ― You scream with a tint of hope that she was going to be a bit more kind, but you knew it was your fault.
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໒꒰ ♡◞ ˕ ก ꒱১ I'm soo sorry that it's short :[ I'm taking long to write cuz I got terribly sick, awk. .
But I'm gonna be strong soon and post a bunch of super duper ultra mega pure smuts /j ᰨ ᵔ࣪ ࣪ᵔ ೀ )
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sakaruna · 1 year
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[__] with a blind s/o!!
~Just a blind s/o drabble!~
FT: Diluc | Thoma | Jean |
Note: I was in school while making this, so sorry if it isn’t good! Also not proofread <3
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Thoma: Even though your fully capable of taking care of yourself he just cant help but want to be by your side at all times, he always wants to help you even if you don’t need the help
Thoma thinks if he leaves you alone for to long you may get hurt, and if you get hurt he’ll blame himself. You’ve told him countless times it’s best if you get hurt so you know for next time, “but this world is such a scary place!” He says, he isn’t wrong and you know that, but if you let him take care of you all the time you wouldn’t have any basic fighting skills, which is something VERY crucial in a world like this
After telling him for the 10th time he finally complies, letting you take on the world, with his help still of cause but it’s better then being bed-bound.
Jean: Because of her busy schedule she can’t be around you 24/7, so instead she asked a guard to watch you around mondstadt, the guard won’t interfere with your life or anything, just there if your out collecting cecilia’s for your girlfriend and a random hillichurl tries attacking you, sometimes you genuinely forget the guard is there.
When she is around you however, she isn’t overprotective of you or anything, she treats you as normal, she knows your strong, but the thought of losing you because she couldn’t protect you is to much for her
Diluc: Would make the tavern very accessible for you, like putting braille on his drink menus an such, he wants to make the tavern a safe space for you as much as he can
Other then subtle things like that he won’t treat you differently then anyone else, he hates the thought of making you feel like you’re incapable of being strong without others
Even if he doesn’t help much he’ll do things like tell you when a steep step is approaching so you don’t fall even if you have a walking cane
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Them with a reader that likes petting their head [Mondstadt edition]
characters: All teenage/adult Mondstadt women (except Sucrose & Rosaria) x gn!reader
warnings: none, just fluff
words: around 3000
a/n: The length of the texts for each character vary, some are longer, some much shorter. While the reader pets their heads in all of them, the "petting part" is more central to the plot for some characters, while for others it's much less so.
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Amber
Whenever you saw Amber wearing her uniform, you had to physically hold back from petting her head. Her whole bunny aesthetic, coupled with your love for her made it extremely difficult not to put your hand on her hair in public. You didn’t think that she would even mind if you did, since she herself had no problems with showing her affection for you in public, but your hesitation stemmed from your own embarrassment about it. But whenever the two of you were in private, you wouldn’t have to hold back anymore.
Amber and you cuddled on your couch, relaxing after a long day of work, and after having to resist the urge to per her all day, after being alone your hand would quickly find its way on top of Ambers heard.
“I think you should teach me how to make a baron bunny or else I might have to pet your head until the end of times”, you joked before finally pulling your hand away, not wanting to continue for so long that Amber might grow tired of it. But you quickly felt her grab your hand and place it on her head again before letting out a small laugh.
“Well, I like it. So, I wouldn’t have a problem with that.”
Barbara
When there was one thing Barbara had in common with her older sister, it was the habit of overworking herself. Be it for the church or her work as an idol, the moments where she was simply doing nothing but relax always were rare. But whenever it looked to you as if she had one of her very brief moments of melancholy, you’d make sure to give her a quick pet on the head. And while you would have loved to ruffle her hair, you knew all too well that it would cause her even more problems to deal with.
When Barbara thought that she was finally alone, you noticed her usually perfect stature quickly faulter before she let out a small sigh. You debated with yourself for a moment if you should leave her to have a moment for herself or try to cheer her up. You quickly chose the latter option as you walked up from behind before giving her head a small pet, causing her to startle a bit.
“I- I didn’t notice that you were here”, she said in a shocked voice while trying her best to sound as happy as always, but you simply continued petting her head in silence while looking into the distance.
“You seem tired”, you stated, only to feel her shake her head.
“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine. Just taking a small break before going out again and signing the rest of the autographs people requested from me”, she said while shaking her hands defensively.
“That will have to wait until tomorrow. The other sisters already send them away and told me to take you home, so let’s do just that”, you said once more, only for Barbara to remain silent for a moment before finally agreeing. “Great, there’s this recipe that I found today and wanted to test out.”, you quickly took her head before starting to pull her in the direction of her home, where you intended to make sure she got her much-needed rest today.
Eula
Eula wasn’t just any aristocrat; she was a Lawrence for Archon’s sake. So why was it that whenever the two of you went drinking in a bar, and you had consumed your fair share of alcohol, you always went straight for her head and began petting it? To be fair, Eula had her own share of embarrassing drunk habits. She had heard many times about how overly honest she tended to become whenever she was drunk, and while she swore to herself each and every time, that she would never get drunk again, you kept finding ways to drag her into Angel’s share at least once a week. And for that, you would pay!
“Don’t worry Eula, today’s drinks are on me”, you had told her after she complained about you inviting her to Angel’s share for the second time this week, and while she still remembered the painful headache she felt for the entire next day, there was no chance she’d let such an offer slip. Eula may have been an aristocrat, and while going to a bar so frequently might not be the proper behaviour for one, she had been taught to notice a good deal when she saw one. But it once again proved to be a bad idea in hindsight, as the two of you downed one beverage after another.
“I’m trying my best, so why can’t people look past my last name?!”, Eula spoke in the same drunken, self-pitying ramble that you had grown accustomed to hearing whenever the two of you drank together. Luckily for Eula, the other people around you two were too distracted by being drunk themselves, to notice a word she was saying.
“While I can’t make them realise how great you are, I can see it. And I love you for it”, you told her while reaching out and starting to per her head, and while you were obviously drunk by now, your voice still betrayed that you meant every single word you said. Eula’s face quickly heated up before she averted her eyes, looking around the room before taking another sip from her drink and mumbling something just loud enough for you to hear.
“Well, I like you too. Don’t make me regret having said that, or I will have my vengeance.”
Fischl
The Prinzessin der Verurteilung had always counted you among her favourite Vassals, and while she might find a way to describe her feelings for your head pats with enough words to fill an entire book, each one of them harder to decipher than the last one, she’d have a hard time using the word “like” without becoming a blushing mess.
After finally finishing your work for the adventurer’s guild, there was nothing you wanted more than to go home, collapse into your bed and sleep for an entire week, but when Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort was benevolent enough to invite you to her house to read a book and relax, you simply felt too honoured not to accept. Once you arrived there, you quickly greeted her parents before being pulled towards her room. There, she crammed out a book the two of you had started reading the last time you came over, before sitting on her bed and continuing to read it. But while you both silently read the words, you placed your hand on her head before beginning to pet it a bit.
Fischl’s words began flooding out of her mouth again, and since her flustered panic caused her to ramble, you had a hard time understanding her. When she finally finished, you threw a look at Oz, begging him to tell you what she said. The bird, that had appeared the moment a blush had formed on his master’s face, quickly began translating.
“She asked why you suddenly began to pet her head”, he told you in his calm and professional sounding voice, before taking another look at his Fräulein. “And that she likes it”, he added with a clear sign of amusement in his tone.
“OZ!”
Jean
The acting Grandmaster of the knights of Favonius was no stranger to sleepless nights. There was always work to do and it was her duty to see every single problem to be solved, no matter how big or small they might have been. But since the two of you moved together, you made sure to look after her, no matter if at home or work. And while there wasn’t that much you could do, since convincing Jean of delegating her work was almost impossible and you knew that even if it succeeded, there would be a whole new mountain of paperwork, waiting to be finished, the moment you entered her office the next morning, you at least tried to make her not overwork herself too much.
When you entered Jeans office, a cup of coffee you had made for her being held in one of your hands, you immediately notice her form slumped over her paperwork. You quickly rushed to her side, putting the drink on her desk before checking if she was okay. Eventually, you figured out that she probably had just fallen asleep, a realisation that caused you to let out a sigh of relief. As you stood there, looking at her, you eventually put your hand on her hair before starting to pet her hair.
“Oh Jean, what am I going to do with you?”, you asked yourself aloud before hastily pulling your hand away the moment you saw her beginning to move again. She eventually straightened her back before looking at you, a tired smile on her face.
“Sorry that you had to see me this way, I guess I fell asleep while working on a few papers”, she stated, sounding embarrassed before noticing your red face. Luckily, you were able to start talking before she had a chance to ask you about it.
“These are not a few papers. This is an entire forest turned into paperwork”, you stated half-jokingly after pointing at the mountain of documents on her desk. You quickly grabbed the empty ones and before Jean had a chance to say anything, you had already continued speaking. “I’ll hand these to the other knights. They get paid after all, so I think there shouldn’t be a problem with letting them do work. You’ll go home and sleep there. You are tired and I won’t let you nap on a desk when there are plenty of comfortable spots at home”, for once Jean had no say in this, your tone made it obvious that no was not an answer you’d accept.
After delegating the rest of Jeans work to the other knights, the two of you started to go home, all the while you thanked Barbatos that she didn’t ask you about your red face earlier.
Lisa
Lisa calling you one of her nicknames was already enough to turn you into a blushing mess, so it didn’t take you long to decide that you’d take the fact, that you wanted to pet her head, into your grave. Or so you had planned, until your mouth had to ruin everything when the two of you were on a “date”. It was actually just both of you trying to collect books people had forgotten to return, and when Lisa began teasing you about your preferences, you had tried defending yourself only to start to ramble and accidentally reveal your secret.
You entered the library, fully expecting a few people to be in there, since it wasn’t that late into the evening yet. But to your horror, you found it completely empty, with Lisa being the only one in the room, reading a book while drinking tea. Or at least she had been, until the sound the door being opened caused her to pause and look in its direction, only to shoot you one of her typical smiles, making you audibly gulp. For a moment you considered turning around and leaving again, since you knew that she probably wouldn’t let the opportunity to tease you slip, especially since you two were the only one in the room. But it was too late, she had already seen you and you vanishing would simply feed her more ammunition to tease you with.
“Hello cutie, I didn’t expect you to come here”, she greeted and even though your face was already turning red, you tried your best to act as normal as possible.
“Why? I do like reading books. You should know that by now”, you shot back, hoping that your act would cause her to abandon her plans. But your behaviour simply made her smug grow bigger, causing you to realise the futility of your attempts to resist.
“Well, I just assumed you had come to ask me if you could pet my head, but it seems as if my theory was wrong”, the teasing had begun, but as a sudden wave of courage, and stupidity, washed over you, you opened your mouth once more.
“You’re not completely wrong. If you’d let me, I would like to pet it”, your comments were supposed to catch the librarian off-guard and to your credit, it seemed to have worked. For a second at least, since that was all the time it took her to take off her hat and start smirking at you.
“My, my. So, courage today, aren’t we, cutie? Well, enjoy yourself.”
Mona
Mona was a proud person, probably more so than anyone else you knew, and while it made her look impressive sometimes, it also caused her to seem unapproachable the other times. It required all your courage to ask her out, since even though the two of you were spending a lot of time with each other and grew close over quite a while, there were still doubts on your mind.
But they were gone now. Since the two of you started going out, it had become clear to you how little she meant the things she said. No matter if you were teasing her or offering to buy her food. And so, when you were a over at her house and she decided to take her hat off, exposing her cutely braided hair, you instantly acted on your urge to pet her, causing the astrologer to let out an outraged outcry.
“How dare you start petting me all of a sudden? I am the great astrologer Mona Megistus-”, her act caused you to roll your eyes and let out an exhausted sigh, before cutting her off.
“Do you want me to stop? If you say so, I’ll stop in an instant”, you questioned her, only for the great astrologer Mona Megistus to get silent and avert her eyes, while her face quite grew redder and redder by the moment.
“Well. Since you already ruined my hair there’s no point in stopping now”, she responded meekly, causing you to smile brightly before continuing. Calling her hair “ruined” by the time of her statement would be everything but the truth, but since she already saw it as messy, there was no point in stopping now.
Noelle
Noelle worked tirelessly for the knights and while she was just a maid, it wouldn’t be a hyperbole to say that she did more than the average knight. But she kept failing the entrance exams for the knights, and whenever she did, she went into a small phase of feeling discouraged, only to return to her normal self a few days later, seemingly more motivated to become a knight than ever.
It was at such an occasion, that you bumped into her in the library, reading all kinds of books that she would need for the next exam even thought the last one had just been a week or so ago. You walked up to her, expecting her to greet you like she had done in the past months, only for her eyes to remain fixated on the pages. It was only after you put your hand on her head, petting it briefly, that she noticed your presence, getting a bit startled by it.
“Hey Noelle, I see you are doing fine again”, you said with a small smile on your lips, feeling relieved that she had overcome the period of sadness so quickly.
“Mhm, I decided that the only way I could make sure not to feel so discouraged by my failure again, was to start learning as early as possible, so that it won’t happen again”, the maid answered in her usual motivated tone before turning the page. It was then, that you finally put your hand away. Back then, when you first started helping her out with her training, she would become flustered by your head pats, but she had gotten used to them since then.
“How about I help you out again?”, you offered her, causing her to finally turn her face around to you, staring at you with wide eyes before shaking her hands frantically.
“That won’t be necessary. You have spent enough of your free time to help me last time, so it wouldn’t be fair for me to ask you to do it again. And I must learn how to handle such things alone, only then can I become a knight”, she answered, only for you to instantly dismiss it.
“That’s false. As a Knight, you have to learn how to depend on others, or you’ll just end up being used by the lazy ones. Trust me, I know how it works”, you said before taking a seat next to her and looking over the books she decided to read.
“Wait. Were you taken advantage of?”, she asked in a shocked tone that was a bit too loud, causing her to slam her hands over her mouth and ask again in a whisper this time.
“Ehe, not quite”, you laughed nervously before scratching the back of her head. It would probably be better for her not to know that the person helping her was one of the lazy ones themselves.
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Office sex with Jean and Lisa to relieve stress? 👀
Too Good to Be True (Jean x Reader x Lisa)
𝗔/𝗡: 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗺 !!!! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲
𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘃𝗼𝘆𝘂𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗺/𝗲𝘅𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗺
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
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You really came just to drop off lunch, honest! Just give a quick hello, leave it on her desk, and be off on your merry way back home. That was it, you swear!
  But then Kaeya stopped you just as you entered the Knights of Favionius headquarters. And he pleaded with you to stay with her for an hour- maybe more. He, alongside everyone else, wanted her to take care of herself. They wanted her to just take a break and think of resting for once. And at this point, you were the only one left to convince her. The only one who could get through to her at this point. So of course, it pulled on your heartstrings. On most days, you’re a housewife. Besides the few days a week you spend as a volunteer at the library as Miss Lisa’s little assistant, you have a hard time feeling important when it’s only Jean around to appreciate your work. And even then, it’s hard for her to notice anything but the bed when she’s overworked.
  Naturally, you obliged. What was the harm anyways? Dinner was done for the week and the laundry was already out to dry. Perhaps she could find some use for you. You figured she might appreciate sitting back and eating lunch while watching you organize her file. You could even run an errand or two for her. Just like you used. When you were both just starting to fall in love. 
  But then Miss Lisa approached you two. A few books tucked under her arm and a knowing smile on her face. Chiming in about how she needed to get Jean’s advice about something. Something that apparently couldn’t wait. And for some reason, your gut was telling you that maybe you might be away from home a bit longer than you’d imagine. But surely that has nothing to do with the hand she had just placed on the small of your back as she guided you to the door of your wife’s office, right? 
  Right?
  Of course, people change. People lie. People hide their intent. They do all sorts of things. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worst. Sometimes the woman you fall in love with learns to manage her stutter around you. Sometimes the woman you fall in love with learns to know when you want to hold her hand or when you want a kiss just from a simple look. And sometimes…
  Sometimes the woman you fall in love with trains you to drop your panties and lift up your skirt on command the second she pats her thigh. Even while you’re still in the presence of a very touchy Head Librarian.
  “J-Jean…” Your voice is breathless as you call her name. Yet she pays you no heed. Same as she did for these past ten minutes that she was finally able to lay her hands on you. “Jean, I  can’t… ”
  “Honestly, Jean you’re so cruel to her,” Besides you, Miss Lisa is tutting as she continues to stroke your hair. They’re feather-light touches and their only purpose is to make your body burn warmer at the thought of someone else besides your wife seeing you in such a state. But every once in a while you’ll feel it- the slight crackle of electricity from her fingertips. Sending the smallest jolts through your body. Reminding you that you are currently the farthest thing from alone. “If she were all mine I’d let her have her way as soon as she asked for it.”
  Your legs ache, and your arms are starting to grow tired. But the weight of Miss Lisa’s words can’t help but travel straight to your pussy, exciting your further. Though the second you try to lift yourself up on your own two legs, Jean’s arm tightens its grip around your waist. Her eyes slide over to you for once. Though she never lets go of the pen still trapped in her right hand. Instead, she has you sit there. Completely and utterly silent as her hand continues to glide across the paper as she writes out her perfectly crafted signature. All while you stay there, legs wrapped around one of her thighs as you roll your hips over and over again. Hoping for an orgasm you’re sure will never arrive. And you  hate  it. 
  You hate it so much that you can’t help but love it.
  “But she’s not your wife.” Jean reminds Miss Lisa in a matter-of-fact tone, her gray-blue eyes meeting a pair of green ones with a raised eyebrow. The way she speaks is so casual even though someone is watching her wife get off. It makes you feel embarrassed about your position. About your vulnerability. Your neediness. Your everything. But quick looks from Jean and Miss Lisa remind you that you  are  the show. You  are  the entertainment. A teasing stroke of your leg and the ghosting of a touch over your still-clothed chest may be the extent of what’s allowed now. But something tells you that they’ve been planning this. Something tells you that more is on the horizon. “And I do with her as I please.”
  More of things you just wouldn’t know until it’s right in front of you.
  You’ll never understand what she means when she says having you like this makes it easier for her to calm down and focus. As far as you’re concerned, the feeling of you riding her thigh must serve as the biggest distraction. What's more, the critical input of another commenting on how one pleases their partner. Still, it was Jean’s idea for Miss Lisa to lock the door behind you both as you hiked up that skirt of yours. Jean’s idea to have you sit pretty on her lap and to bury your face in her neck whenever Miss Lisa would state how your little whimpers and gasps start to get a little loud. And  of course , Jean’s idea to continue working, to continue  speaking  to Miss Lisa the entire time she edged you in her office, the outsider just sitting mere inches away from you. Though who are you to stop her?
  No one,  you can’t help but think as a whimper passes through your lips.  No one at all . 
  Because you can’t help but love it. All of it. Even if it seems too good to be true.
  “Just a few more minutes, beautiful,” Jean murmurs before turning her head and delivering a soft kiss on your forehead. Instantly you feel your face warming again at the pet name and soft gesture. In return, you brush your fingers against the back of her neck, tracing small patterns into her skin. The quiet sigh she lets out as her attention returns to her work is enough to tell you that she enjoys the feeling. Though the way the arm around your waist starts to coax you into moving again is enough for you to suddenly become hyperaware of the slick mess you’re making on her tights and the growing sensitivity of your clit as it brushes against the fabric. “A few more minutes, and we’ll take care of you, okay?”
  ‘We’ll take care of you.’
  It confirms your suspicions. An inkling of a feeling that you weren’t still here just to be watched. That soon enough, Miss Lisa’s fingers that spend their most precious time fluttering around your jaw and your neck will soon find their way lower and lower. You feel so greedy, sinking in the attention of both women. As much as you loved your wife, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander when you were in the presence of the Head Librarian. There was no denying the fact that she was almost as gorgeous as your wife, though it was her touches while you were at the library that always had you dreaming about a chance for something more. Hugs that last too long, hands on your hips while you’re using the ladder. All the signs were there for you. But you didn’t believe them. You couldn’t believe them. A threesome with her wife and her subordinate? 
  There was just no way you could imagine Jean ever saying yes to such an outrageous request. 
  But she did. At some point, along the way, Jean said yes to the idea. Just like Miss Lisa have at one point. And just like you’re doing it now. Choking out a “ Y-yes!”  before tucking your face in Jean’s neck and biting at her collar as Miss Lisa’s hands suddenly grab a hold of your hips and grind your body into her your wife’s leg  hard.  You’re saying yes. To  all  of it. Because you can’t help but love it. Even if it seems too good to be true.
  “Look at how excited she’s getting Jean!” Miss Lisa’s adoring coos are causing you to lose yourself with every word she speaks. Her breath tickles your ear in a way that sends shivers up and down your body. That, coupled with the tiny sparkles of electricity now dancing across your hips as Miss Lisa guides the pace at which you ride your wife’s leg is enough to make you feel dizzy with pleasure in ways you never have experienced before. “I don’t know how you’re able to leave her at home every day. We should have planned this soon.”
  The way they both speak. To you and to each other, it’s so taboo. It’s so wrong. But now that you have it, you can’t help but realize how right she is.  How did you go so long without this?  You liked the thrill of doing it in your wife’s office. You liked the thrill of doing it for an audience. And you  loved  the thrill of doing both because they wanted to  share  you. And here, anyone could knock on the door and disrupt the moment. Either woman could be needed at any moment. Pulled away at the drop of a hat. You  liked  that. Even if the door was locked. Even if the whole building knew Jean was supposed to be taking a break. Even if the whole building knew that Miss Lisa had an important meeting right this second. 
  Something could happen. Something you wouldn’t be prepared for. Something exactly like this. And that  aroused  you. The excitement of someone seeing you as Jean’s easy little wife going stupid in the woman’s office. Her private time already getting spoiled by a Librarian who was never good at keeping her hands to herself. Someone come to learn just how  ready  you are   to bend over at Jean’s every command- even while someone is watching you. Even while someone is touching you. It’s becoming too much. The excitement of being what she  wanted - no, what they both  wanted  instead of taking a break. Instead of working. Instead of each other.
  And it’s all because of you.  You, you, you.
  “Yeah. She’s such a  good girl, isn’t she? ” The praise from your wife is purred in your ear, sending another round of shivers down your spine. It’s accompanied by the scribble of her pen across paper- showing that she’s still hard and fast at work as always. But by now, she moving her leg beneath you. Timing her movements with what Miss Lisa is guiding you into. Steadily gaining a shared rhythm with an occasion squeeze or stroke of your hip as motivation to keep your focus on what’s in front of you. Though their breaths are growing more labored. And their eyes are meeting yours more and more. They’re becoming impatient. They’re becoming eager. It’s all because of  you . “Just you wait. When I’m finished we’ll put you up on my desk. And then we’ll have some real fun. Does that sound good?”
  It does.
  It really, really does. So for now, you’ll bear it. You’ll bear your aching knees that keep you upright on Jean’s lap. You’ll bear your tired arms that are growing stiff from their place wrapped around Jean’s shoulders. You’ll bear the little jolts of electricity Miss Lisa throws at you just to get you squirming. You’ll bear Miss Lisa’s warm hands and her lewd whispers too. And you’ll bear the orgasm that’ll  never  come from just these simple motions alone. Because it’s what was asked of you. Because it’s what thrills you. Because it’s what she wanted to do. What they  both  wanted to do. And what you wanted to do too. But most of all? 
  Because it all feels too good to be true.
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ikebo-simp · 10 months
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I think Jean likes the feel of vinyl record players, to her, it's just something very classy
So imagine slow dancing in her living room with a love song playing in the background
A/N I'll be going on hiatus, been feeling low on creativity and need a break
Thanks for Reading
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error-was-here · 1 year
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Coming out as trans to Genshin characters (bc I have new characters added ,also gn reader)
Fybjbknjjkjjhhjjkj thank y’all so much for 56 followers and all the support I’ve been getting recently ♥ Also commissions are open
characters : Aether and Jean (separate) (yes I did the overworked duo)
I’ve done : Amber ,Kaeya ,Venti ,Heizou ,Ningguang and Zhongli (linked in my master list
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Aether
When you discovered your identity ,you wanted to tell your boyfriend ,but the problem is ,he is constantly stressed and has work constantly put on him even when he doesn’t offer to help ,but the problem is he doesn’t know how to say no.
You wanted to tell him ,but you were scared this would put some stress on him or make him dislike you. So you kept it in until it ‘felt right’ to say it ,but then days turned into weeks into months and you haven’t even try to hint it.
This was until one day your dysphoria was horrible that day and you couldn’t take it anymore ,you let all your tears out and all your thoughts were attacking you ,you couldn’t escape it no matter how hard you battled ,its still just there and you can’t escape it.
until you heard
*Opens door* “(____) I’m home! “ said your boyfriend extremely excited to see you ,but ….where exactly are you? Until he heard
“*sniff* Hey (pet name) . Glad your back home” you said behind a closed door
“Babe is everything.. ok?” Aether said concerned wondering what was going on ,he always told you if you have a problem tell him ,he will solve it .Maybe you thought he was too busy for you ,maybe he didn’t give enough attention to you, maybe you.. don’t love him anymore? He instantly disagreed with the last one
But still what were you hiding from him?
He opened the door to se you disheveled and in tears on the floor of your shared bedroom.
“Babe! Are you ok? Is there a problem? Please tell me ,I will help you with anything ,I promise!” He asked well in a panic
“Y-yeah I’m fine A-Aether ,noo need to worry” you said clearly not fine
“I can see your lying to me (____) ,please tell me the truth ,I won’t judge you.” He said from a loud to quiet tone
“W-well ,*sigh*…….” You explained how you had been feeling recently and how it was affecting you ,but how you didn’t want him to worry.
“(___) I had no idea you’ve been feeling this way ,honey you know I will help you with anything and that you have my full support ” he said well snuggling into your neck
“Is there anyway I can help? Maybe getting clothing ,but then I need to schedule and think of the windblume festival and-“
“Aether I appreciate this ,but having you be with me is enough”
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Jean
You loved your girlfriend Jean ,but it always feels loney .Since she’s busy with paper work and your busy with (————-) so the two of you barely see each other ,which made it hard to process in the relationship ,but you two found a way.
recently you found out your transgender and were excited and nervous to tell your girlfriend. That was until, you realized that if you wanted to do that ,you would have to be awake at basically 3 am to see an overworked Jean. You instead decided to do it on an off day.
You also wanted this to be surprise for Jean ,because she is overworked and this is probably only one off day in the year ,so you decided to get her something.
There was one person you knew that would probably know around when she gets her off day. Barbara ,that’s because Barbara is Jean’s sister. So she would also know what to get for Jean.
The day had came where it was her off day
“Jean ,(insert pet name) ,guess what special day it is?” You say waking up next to her
“Mhmm I don’t know if remember ,but you seem more excited about this ,so that means it’s a good day for us or just you” she says drowsily
“Yep! Let’s get breakfast then go to the Windrise tree !”
‘Ok ok ,let me just get dressed ok?” She asks
“Ok Jean” you said
you wait for about 30 minutes ,until she came out in her summer uniform which is good ,because it was a hot day today
the both of you enjoyed your breakfast and ,after lots of catching up the both of you were already there.
“Jean I have something to tell you” you asked quietly “Yes anything honey.” She responded
“Well Recently I’ve found out that I think I’m a (preferred gender) and would appreciate if you call by __/__ pronouns instead ,if you don’t wanna date me anymore that’s fine.“
She was shocked at that last part ,because why would she leave you? You are one of the bests thing she has in her life. “(____)….. I didn’t know you felt that way ,but always know I will support you for who you are. And will definitely will help you on this journey. I would never leave you for who you are and you are one of the bests things I have in my life”
you look at her in awe ,until saying a very quite ,but happy ‘thank you
she grabs you into a hug and you both cuddle
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thank you for reading and ,thank you all so much for the support :’D
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kirozai · 2 years
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Just a thought I was having but like what if in the self aware genshin au like some how you get into the game and you like immediately rush for your fav npc. Like if xingqiu was introducing you to the Feiyun commerce guild and you just rush to see Xu (the npc) and like start fangirling. Or if jean or someone introduced you to the knights and you go to huffman, swan, or lawrence. What would their reactions be? (For the character and npc). Sorry if it’s much I just wanted to share my idea
gosh…
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jealousy!
synopsis!: jean, xingqiu, zhongli’s reaction to when you show favorment to an npc! (not good…)
CW: crack/fluff!, religious themes, cult au, sagau!(could be non sagau if you squint), yandere themes! (more like the over protective but to overprotective type!)
type of reader!: gn!reader, god!reader, darling!reader
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zhongli
“ah.. me? don’t worry about me.”
honestly, zhongli doesn’t care.
the npc is right to be happy! i mean they have the creator loving them! anyone would want to be loved by the creator right?
like why would he care that you are fangirling over an npc??
obviously you love him better
he’s YOUR acolyte and this person is just an npc.
he’s an ARCHON what does he have to worry about??
okay. maybe… maybe he is a little jealous. i have an accurate feeling he’ll be a little bit quieter than usual.
he probably would take it as a challenge in all honesty!
oh, they are really good at guarding people? well i’ll be at your side 24/7!
it kinda works because now you guys are closer! but then backfires because he has to deal with other people interacting with you.
give this poor man a rest
xingqiu
“let’s check something else out!”
of course you would be happy to be in teyvat! now your with them it’s so much better!
oh
he expected you to be kind but like, stop fangirling over an npc.
the npc over here is completely flustered because of your kind compliments!
okay he is very much annoyed and jealous.
“your grace! let’s check out this place over here!”
xingqiu would wander off so you could go look for him.
“im just reading. you seemed quite occupied with that person over there.”
keep the fangirling AWAY from your acolytes….
jean
“…….”
she HAS to keep up that perfect acting grandmaster mask on.
over here the npc are fangirling over YOU! i mean like your THE CREATOR!!
even though it is kinda annoying that you’re paying more attention to her knights than, well, her.
of course the knights are incredible! she helped train them!!
but wouldn’t you want her instead?
(this is kinda getting sad so lets make it cuter)
her jealous face is extremely cute.
puffed up cheeks but she doesn’t notice. kinda like someone trying to pretend they are busy but really they aren’t
just hive her a hug and she’ll be a-okay!
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gosh its great to write! i hope tumblr has t forgotten about me! ive been thinking of making a short story but no ideas right now are spinning through my head… ideas?
(I NEED TO UPDATE MY MASTERLIST)
kirozai out!
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lotusar · 2 years
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COMFORT AND LOVE
DILUC, JEAN & AETHER (SEPARATELY) X READER, ANGST + COMFORT
warnings ; angst, that’s basically it.
started ; 11:40 PM, SEPTEMBER 5, 2022.
authors note ; uhh haha, i don’t really make fics like this - ever? but i’ve been feeling a bit down tonight so, on the off chance i actually finish this one - you all can have it in the case you’re having a night like i am. <3 these three are basically my genshin comfort characters so,,
d. raginvindr
as he walked into your shared room, he felt a strange energy in it. a body in his bed, yours, was asleep but he could see the dried tears on your face. you didn’t seem at peace when you were sleeping, either. you weren’t having a nightmare, but you definitely didn’t go to sleep with peaceful thoughts.
you woke up as you felt his weight on the mattress, as you grabbed his hand, you put it up to your face and held it there. he stared at you with pitiful, ruby eyes.
“y/n, my dear, are you alright? you seem troubled.” you nodded, and he heard a sniffle come from you.
“it’s just ,, been a hard day, luc. i’m sorry, that you have to see me like this.” his eyes slightly widen at that. do you think this is ,, an inconvenience to him?
he held your other hand as you sat up in the bed. “no, please don’t apologize. i understand you had an unpleasant day, and while i’m not the best with comfort i ,, want you to know that i’m here. always.”
a red, comforting gaze met your tired one. your eyes filled with tears, and a few rolled down your face. “i just ,, wish my day went better than it did.”
you slowly leaned into his shoulder, one of his hands by your side and the other wrapped around your shoulder. he kissed your forehead, “it’s okay to feel things. i know it feels bad, though. so, please, let go of any emotions you have. i have all night, my entire life, even - for you.”
j. gunnhildr
as you walked into her office, she saw your slightly trembling figure. did you get injured during one of your missions of the day? she stood up, and grasped your shoulders lightly.
she felt you lean into her shoulder, and hug her. it surprised her a little, and if you had seen her expression you would have been able to tell - perhaps, on any other day you would’ve giggled and kissed the tip of her nose and teased her about it. but, today was different.
“y/n? did something happen? are you okay?”
your shoulders shook even more at her question, and she felt wet, warm teardrops hit her shoulder. her eyes widened, and she pushed you away slightly to cup your face with her hands.
you sighed shakily, “i’m sorry, grandmaster - you shouldn’t have to see me like this. it’s unprofessional.”
jean stared at you with her worried, blue eyes. “no, no. i’m glad to see you here, and above all else, you’re my beloved. what happened, my dear?”
your gaze avoided hers, warmth spreading through your cheeks out of embarrassment. “i just ,, today ,, well ,, today went badly. i got all of my missions done, without too much trouble but ,, i still feel sad, for some reason.”
she pulled you into a hug, and rested her chin on top of your head. “i understand the situation well enough, y/n. i also understand how you feel ,, you have a right to feel upset, even for what you might think is no reason. you always have my support, dear y/n.”
aether
as he appeared in the teapot, he quickly walked inside the “home” that was within after greeting tubby. after his commissions for the day, he was really looking forward to seeing you! as he walked near the door, though, he heard sniffles from inside.
he cracked open the door just a bit, to see you frantically wiping your tears and hoping he didn’t see any. you walked up to him with a struggling smile on your face.
“aether! hi, it’s ,, really nice to see you.” you hugged him, and he held you there questioning his next move.
“y/n, are you alright? i heard and saw you crying, did someone hurt you?” you could see complete worry clouding his golden eyes.
you held his arms there, and he watched as your eyes pooled with tears. you held him tight again. “aether i ,, i’m sorry to trouble you, really. i know you had a long day of commissions, i don’t want to take too much of your time -“ he cut you off, “y/n, please i - i want to take care of you, if you’re upset. we all have days that are bad, i’m more than happy to help you in any way i can. and ,, if it makes you feel any better, commissions weren’t hard today.”
you hug him tightly, and he buries his face into your shoulder. “thank you, aether.”
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mustapartart · 2 years
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Jean and the purple mermaid 🧜‍♀️
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