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zhongrin · 4 months

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stupid hormones

✼ characters ┈ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley, neuvillette

✼ tags ┈ minors dni, fem!pronouns + fem!bodied reader, period, period blood, reader wears reusable pads (zhongli), cyom2c / choose your own method to cum (lmao) (zhongli), fingering (al haitham), p -> v (wriothesley), oral (neuvillette)

✼ a/n ┈ disclaimer: my period hormones wrote this, i am innocent 😇

ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

the scent of your blood was strong, but the scent of your arousal was even stronger.

fresh out of his shift at the wangsheng funeral parlor, zhongli silently closed the front door behind him and soundlessly walked towards your bedroom. he leaned onto the doorway as he observed you sitting on your favorite recliner sofa, gasping as your hips grounded against your knuckles above the clothing, the soft surface of the pads providing minimal stimulation to your swollen clit.

your breath hitched when you felt his gaze, and the whimper leaving your throat made the corner of zhongli’s lips twitch.

“oh, darling….,” he crooned, slowly stalking closer towards your needy form.

“it’s the hormones,” you whined, and his corresponding chuckle made you paw on his pants, “help me…”

“if you ask nicely,” your husband's hand cradled the back of your head, lightly scratching your scalp, the tips slowly trailing down your nape.

“please help me cum…”

“there you go. good girl…,” a smile and a pleased huff later, you were pushed back onto your favorite chair, and you thanked your past self for having enough sense to lay a towel under you beforehand. you watched eagerly as he kneeled and carefully slipped your panties away, eyes drooping in adoration at the sight of his feast, “tongue or finger, sweetheart?”

you breathed your answer in a half moan, and you thought you saw zhongli smirk before he started his second shift — pleasing the wife is his primary job as a husband, and he never failed to take it seriously.

“you’re a lot more sensitive when you’re in such a vulnerable state. i suppose some of those erotica novels of yours has a speck of informative value.”

al haitham fully understood that it was one of your weakness when he talked like that, in that slightly condescending baritone, all the while his fingers are so deep inside your cunt, hitting that specific spot. hence, the way your walls spasm right after and the way your slick gushed along with the dark red liquid didn’t faze him.

with a hum and slow, careful movements of his fingers, he helped you ride down your climax, before placing a soft kiss on your forehead, waiting for bliss to clear out of your glazed eyes.

your period hormones sometimes made you a lot more insatiable than usual, and al haitham preferred to keep you sated and not groaning every five seconds due to cramps, so this two-birds-with-one-stone solution was a routine he didn’t mind integrating into his life. your period calendar was equally memorized along with the akademiya’s meetings, events, and deadlines in his head.

“…. more,” you mumbled with a pout, and he held back the urge to snort.

“of course you want more,” the words slipped out of his lips just as his fingers got back to work, but he stopped his movements when you grabbed his wrists, “what now?”

“not that… i want…,” your gaze strayed to the bulge pressing against your side, and he smirked in approval.

three birds with one stone. how outstandingly efficient.

wriothesley had always thought you would eventually drive him insane one day.

maybe that day was today.

“just one round, please?” you mewled, dainty fingers rubbing against his abs under his rumpled dress shirt before tracing a vein up his aching cock, trying to guide him into your needy pussy.

“sweetheart, you sure about this?” his breathing came out in short pants, icy blue eyes narrowed and shimmering with lust. the hand palming your thigh gently grabbed your wrist, halting your movements temporarily, “you’re not hurting, are you?”

“it’ll hurt less when you fuck me properly!” you huffed, “or what, are you turned off by all the blood-”

his hands loosened his hold over yours, an amused grin showing his slightly crooked left fang stretching his lips, “of course not.”

a few shuffles and guiding murmurs later, you whine and keen as your arms shook against the dining table of your shared home, one of your beloved’s hands palming your sensitive mounds as the other supported himself against the furniture, his hips sensually moving as he bullied your sweetest spots. rather than disgusted, the way your slick and blood coated his skin seemed to make him snarl in excitement, like a wolf on a hunt.

“you see, love,” he panted right against your ear, savoring the debauched noises falling off your lips, “dunno why… maybe my brain has associated blood with the adrenaline rush in a pankration match…”

his calloused fingers rolled your nipple, pinching lightly before his whole hand palmed the plushness, the gentleness a contrast with how his shaft rutted into you, your hips desperately pushing back against him in turn.

“but the sight of them really…,” a grunt, a hard thrust that made you momentarily see stars, and you felt yourself inch steadily closer and closer into that euphoric release, “… really gets me going.”

“ー ah, no worries, when you get too sore tonight, i’ll make sure to massage you thoroughly…”

you had a feeling you just fed this man a forbidden fruit.

whenever he was faced with an unexpected situation, neuvillette always tried to be as calm and sensible, his mind inwardly telling himself to control his emotions.

unfortunately, no matter how much his willpower was, there was no way his dragonhoods wouldn’t rear their heads when faced with so many stimuli at once.

“mmm, neuvi, please, oh please- i n-need you so so bad-”

he grunted at the desperate murmurs whispered against his lips. the iudex’s gloved fingers gripped the scandalous exposure of your thighs as you hovered above him. your needy pheromones nearly made his eyes roll and goaded a moan out of him; so much so that his fangs poked against the bottom of his lips, his draconic features glowing. you were bloodied, and he knew that you were uncomfortable, yet you were clearly so turned on and ready for him.

you were delectable, that's what you were.

“you smell so good, my dewdrop."

he hummed, guttural and deep as he kissed your cheek, before flipping your position so he was the one on top. deep purrs rumbled in his chest as he took his coat and let them crumple onto the floor, before his arms locked around your thighs to spread them open and his tongue wasted no time to delve into the creamy mess of your cunt. with how pale he was, the blood stood prominent against his skin and his dress shirt, but just for this once the gentleman’s decorum was the last thing he had in mind.

he had a meal to savor and a wife to care for.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #al haitham x reader #wriothesley x reader #neuvillette x reader #zhongli #al haitham #neuvillette #wriothesley #minors dni #rin writes

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decayedgloria · 10 months

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sundress szn pt. 2

pt. 2 ft. scaramouche, sandrone, pantalone, and childe

Summer’s finally come, so you decide to wear something that fit the occasion- much to your lover’s excitement.

tags: nsfw under cut, public/semi public sex in almost all of these, I got carried away during pantalone’s, harbingers x afab! Reader (minus signora this time bc I genuinely cannot think of smth for her rn but I can promise in the future that she may be in one of these.), slight ooc maybe? mdni.

word count: ~2.2k, I wrote these half asleep on a nine hour flight these are not going to be proofread

Scaramouche

This was a good idea. Totally. Sumeru’s just much, much more humid than Snezhnaya, which was something you were willing to get used to. You were absolutely fine.

How you wished you were right.

Even in the shade of the Grand Bazaar you could still feel the light sheen of sweat begin to form on your skin as you hastily fan yourself, occasionally observing your surroundings for your boyfriend. As a newly-inducted Vahumana student, he was bound to get busy, so it left you with a lot of time on your hands. Too much time. But hey, it got you a new dress so who are you to complain?

It reminded you of when you were both in the Fatui, the Harbinger and his loyal partner, who were too busy to really see each other until he whisked you away to Sumeru. You assumed it would be different this time, but it had dawned on you recently that it would take quite a while to get there (not that it wasn’t deserved, he had a lot to atone for after all.)

But it still disheartened you. You would be lying if you said that it didn’t. You missed his hugs and his presence, no matter how much you annoyed each other you always seemed to find a way to touch each other. And on nights he would be up in the Akademiya studying, leaving you alone in your shared bed, your thoughts wandered to those scarce intimate moments you shared- nights where his chest was pressed against yours, with that stupid smirk on his face as he fucked you silly. Just thinking about those nights made a familiar heat rise in between your legs, making you curse as your cheeks reddened.

Archons, first the heat, and now this? Scaramouche had better hurry, you felt like you were going to be torched alive at this rate.

Thankfully, you did not need to wait long. Looking into the crowd again, your eyes met with a familiar pair of tired purple ones, much to your delight. You hopped off the bench you sat on and beelined your way to the grouchy purple boy, a smile blossoming on your face as you get closer to him. He doesn’t return the same excitement, content to just catch you in his arms like he always does. You don’t seem to mind, though, as you were too preoccupied with burying your face into his chest.

“Scara…” You whined, pouting your lips. “What took you so long? Do you know how hot it is in here? I almost died.” Expecting a smart retort from him, you were thoroughly surprised at the next words that came out of his mouth.

“What on earth are you wearing?”

There was no malice and spite in his voice, just irritated confusion. Which, in turn, confused you, prompting you to release your position against his chest and stare at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Do you not like it? I got it a while ago.” You hesitantly let go of his embrace, spinning once to let him see the whole dress. It was perfect for a hot day- light and airy, revealing as much skin as possible without spilling everything out. When you turned back to him, his face had gotten redder, but his eyes stayed on you- more specifically, your figure.

“Aw, what’s got you blushing, Scara?” Your teasing tone was met with a glare, and a pathetic attempt to hide his face by looking away.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“So you don’t like my dress?”

“That’s not the problem.” Suddenly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him again, lowering his head so he could murmur into your ear, “I like it too much. Fix it. Now.”

With that, he dragged you to the nearest concealed spot- behind some crates that barely covered the both of you. When you emerged, all that was left of your dress was the tattered skirt that barely hung on to your body as Scaramouche placed his jacket over your top, that same stupid, hot smirk on his face.

Sandrone

Sandrone tried. Really, she did. But she could not help it in the slightest.

The seventh harbinger has a reputation for being a recluse, cooping herself up in her lab toying with her automatons all day. On the rare occasion she did speak to someone, her tone only seemed to indicate annoyance and malice- she didn’t mind since it drove people away. However, things changed the day you were assigned to work under her; suddenly, she didn’t hate the world that much anymore.

Certainly not when you’re dressed like this.

A quick trip to the ruins of Liyue, both as a break and to gather intel, made you a bit… adventurous, with your outfits to say the least. The entire time you had walked around Qiongji Estuary, Sandrone could not help but linger her stare just a little bit longer than usual. Your outfit consisted of a short dress, loosely clinging around your body, but it made you look so alluring in her eyes. A perpetual blush seemed to occupy her face, which you had innocently chalked up to the heat.

As her automatons roam around in search for whatever she had told them to find, Sandrone busied herself under a makeshift tent inspecting what seemed to be an artifact encased in cor lapis, tinkering with the ore as if it were a toy. You were by her side, head on her shoulder, observing your lover with loving eyes. Your subtle touches combined with your warm breathing had already put her on edge, but she continued nonetheless.

However, the last straw came when you stood up a little to grab something on the other side of Sandrone, aptly placing your bosom right in front of her face. So, forgive her for breaking her composure and pulling you back onto the ground, dirtying your dress as she straddles you eagerly while crashing her lips into your own before you could react.

“You’re so fond of distractions…” She said breathlessly, hands all but dying to get your tits out of your dress for her nimble fingers to play with. You moaned in response, a bit taken aback at her suddeness. Looking up at your blushing, desperate girlfriend, you decided to tease her just a little bit.

“I was just trying to help, Sandrone.” Your tone feigned innocence, which only fueled her frustration. She caught your lips with fervor as one hand pinched your nipple, and the other tugged on your hair, all while grinding down on you.

“Shut up and fuck me, please.”

Pantalone

Pantalone was a man of many talents. One of those talents happens to be spoiling you rotten. Too rotten sometimes. But who were you to complain? The richest man in Teyvat was wrapped around your finger, and you couldn’t help but be a little cheeky and take advantage of that sometimes.

What should’ve been a business trip to Liyue to check the Northland Bank’s activities turned into Pantalone emptying out every boutique in the harbor so you can get a new wardrobe for summer. At one particular store, where there were no other customers besides you and your husband, you had decided to try on some dresses that caught your attention. On one hand, you really did want a few more relaxed additions, but on the other hand, well…

You had emerged from your dressing room not long ago, and yet you were already sat firmly on top of your husband, head in his neck as you try to brace yourself against the waiting room’s couch. Under you, Pantalone only gave you his usual, sly grin as his hands firmly hold you in his lap, keeping you in place as you grind on his ever-growing erection.

“I think this dress looks lovely on you dear.” He whispered, taking in the sight of you writhing on top of him desperately. Chuckling, his hand makes it way all the way to your ass, hiking up the long dress before giving it a smack. You moaned in response, hiding your face in his neck, hands raking over his toned chest.

“You simply look ravishing in it.” He continued his assault on your body, propping you up just a little bit so he had a clear view of your chest, kissing you quickly before delving in between your tits. Archons, he was impatient- he made you impatient. You confess, you did think the dress would get a rise out of him, which was why you picked it first when trying clothes on, but to think he would be this roused by it filled you with a titulating thrill only he was capable of causing.

“Ah- Does the dress make you- ngh… this excited, love?” Despite your teasing words, it was clear that you weren’t the one in control as you rocked your hips to feel even a little bit of relief from the growing ache in between your legs. Pantalone didn’t say anything back, rather he took off his gloves and positioned his fingers over your mouth, commanding you in a husky tone.

“Open up and suck them, darling. I’ll have plenty more for you.”

Childe

“Fuck you mean no?”

“You just aren’t going out like that.” Childe deadpanned, crossing his arms. “It’s a pretty dress for sure though.” The contrasting grin on his freckled face made you want to punch him, though it also illicited some questionable butterflies in your stomach.

Nobody quite knew what you and Childe were. On the surface level, one could assume that you two were just close friends; however, if they took the time to observe how Childe’s touch always lingered for a little too long, or how you stared at him with such bold adoration in your eyes as you smiled at him- it would be quite obvious that there were unspoken feelings for each other somewhere there.

It was quite common for you to visit his office in the Northland Bank like today. You really just wanted to show him the new dress you made for yourself, and figured you could flirt with him a little bit- not that he’d catch the hint. He always did treat you just like a good friend, something that disappointed you a little bit.

Because as it stands, right now, with him towering over you with his arms crossed, a grin on his handsome face- somehow, you’re horny because of this smug bastard. You imagine how good it would be to just smash your lips on his just to shut him up because Archons, is it tempting.

“I’d like to show off what I’ve made for myself,” you huffed at him, pouting. “I’ll go ahead and stroll the streets as I please with or without you then.” You try to turn and leave, expecting him to just laugh and go back to work. However before you could even step towards the door’s direction Childe’s strong hands snaked around your waist, pulling you firmly back.

Without much warning, you fell back into his chest letting out a small yelp. Once you realize the position you were in, you froze- your cheeks heating up an unbearable amount as you try to wriggle away from the (much) stronger man. It only became worse when he placed his lips right on top of your ear, chuckling lowly.

“C’mon… I can’t have all of Liyue see my girl this good.” He remarked lowly, trailing his lips down until they settled on the base of your neck, to which he then placed a gentle kiss. “They might be tempted to steal you away from me, and we can’t have that, can we?.” You’d be lying if you said that didn’t turn you on so fucking much, trying your best to hide it by pulling your legs closer together.

“We aren’t dating though? What do you mean-“ You let out a moan as he started sucking at the same spot, his lips forming a smile as they worked. Your hands flew to his arm on your waist, turning yourself around to meet his gaze. He lifted his head, lips puffy and blue eyes glazed over with lust.

“Everyone in Liyue knows that we want each other. Why not give in?” He pressed his forehead against yours, lips deliciously close to yours as he placed his hands on your waist.

“Only if you want to.” Was your sheepish reply, slightly embarassed to be this close to the man you’ve been covering for months. Was it really this easy? Is it just another one of his pranks? You weren’t sure, but at this point you didn’t care much, especially after he launched his lips straight at you in a fervent kiss. His hands lifted you up, haphazardly swiping away everything on his desk and placing you on it while your fingers tangled in his hair.

Both of you fumble with each other’s clothes, but Childe took extra care in taking the sight of your dress halfway off your body, admiring the view. He suddenly brings his hand up to your chest, flicking your nipple. You moan in both surprise and pleasure, burying your face into his bare shoulder.

“Be as loud as you want girlie. I want everyone here to know who’s finally got you.”

pt 2 is finally out yall i can rest

i wrote these on my way to and from london on the plane and i am sick bro i just wanna sleep (jet lag and chugging redbulls prevent me from catching a break tbh)

hope yall enjoy, this did take a little bit longer to make tho so i apologize for that.

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hwaitham · 8 months

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𝓲'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 al haitham x f!reader. nsfw — mdni. established relationship ﾉ inexperienced al haitham ﾉ a teensie bit of nipple play ﾉ spit :3 drool :3 ﾉ dry humping ﾉ you call him ' haithie ' quite a bit ꒰ᐡ´˃ ˙̫ ˂ഃ`ᐡ꒱ ﾉ this is a rewrite + repost from my old blog !

the akademiya’s scribe is in heaven.

at least, that’s what it feels like—with your whimpers and keens and pretty, pretty pleas, legs caging either side of his hips, and your panty-clad cunt weighing down heavily on his crotch; he can’t seem to bring himself to paint you as anything but some sort of celestial body.

and it’s his first time in heaven.

it’s the first time his angel of a girlfriend is sat on his lap like this: the lace straps of your dress sliding off your shoulders and digging into the supple flesh of your arms—the arms that wrap around his neck to pull him closer, closer, until there’s no room for air between your bodies, or your lips. your mouth moves languidly against his own—softly, sensually, each wet smack decorated with a small whine that sends a painful throb to his cock.

his lashes flutter sporadically as you continue to kiss him, and for the first time, al haitham can’t seem to think straight.

because you kiss him like that—so gently, so carefully, fingers curling at his nape—every kiss to his lips feels like the first but you kiss him like it’ll be the last. tilting your head to press against him even deeper, deeper, and then he drowns. in the roses that bloom in his chest and the lose petals stuffing his mouth full, in the scarcity of your sweet voice when all you can do is call out for him, wanting al haitham, your al haitham.

“h-haitham… mmm, haithie…”

he's in heaven—on cloud nine, and he doesn’t want to come back down.

perhaps it’s the intimacy of the moment, of your fingers in his hair and your warm breath settling in his lungs that has him harder than ever before, but al haitham’s stomach is in his throat, his heart pounding with lust and mind racing with feelings so foreign—fear, embarrassment. he grows horrified by the thought that just maybe you can feel his raging boner through the thick fabric of his pants.

“please, p-please…” your voice pulls him out of his head and you run your hands down the grooves of his biceps, the veins that line his forearms, and then your fingers find his own, loosening his fist before smoothing his palms up your torso to your breasts, squeezing gently, “can you touch me here…? pretty please, haitham?”

the way you say his name is hypnotizing: a soft, needy mewl against his lips and he has no choice but to cave in, nodding along with a deep hum when you wrap your fingers around his thumb and run them over your pebbled nipples. “f-fuck… i… yeah, baby.”

and as if that isn’t enough to send your boyfriend’s mind reeling, when he feels your tongue dip into his mouth to massage his own, when he feels your saliva mix with his and collect at the swell of his bottom lip—dribbling down his chin in slow, teasing ebbs—he moans: a smooth, drawn-out assonance that travels straight to your clit.

you can’t help the reciprocated sound that al haitham swallows and the slow roll of your hips that follow as you search for friction to ignite the tightly wound coil inside you. a mewl pushes past you when you feel his hard-on through your movements, grinding your sex along the outline of his cock, “haithie… feels really nice…”

your sweet keen overwhelms your lover—a heavy dizziness carrying from one ear to the next and it stokes the embers in his gut—he’s sure he won’t be able to control the flames if you continue on like this any longer, clinging onto him like some guardian angel who's nothing short of head over for her human, nuzzling your cheek against his, making those pretty, pretty noises.

he doesn’t want to cum— at least, not yet— not until he sinks his cock past your wet folds, deep, until his leaking slit brushes that one sweet spot that makes you arch your chest up into his and you’re calling out his name like it’s some sort of prayer.

he can’t cum, he won’t allow it— at least, not until you cream around his cock, tears wetting your cheeks that he can wipe away, loving you through your high just as you’re loving him now: purely, tenderly.

the thought sends his mind into overdrive, his pulse picking up when he starts to hear it ringing in his ears, and so he pulls his lips away from yours hastily, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. his brows knit tightly and his molars grind in frustration as his fingertips move from your breasts down to your waist, digging them into the flesh to stop the slow rolls of your hips.

“h-haithie?” your voice is sweet when you call out for him, it always is, but he think’s so especially when it’s like this: wobbly and pitchy and teetering on the edge of blubbery sobs.

“i’m fine— you’re fine, just… need a sec,” he pants headily, pulling you into him impossibly close, until your body melts into him and your heart dovetails his through the gaps in your ribs.

you’re absolutely intoxicating, with the sugary, decadent scent of your perfume and the steady rise and fall of your chest, where he can feel your nipples against his own. his forehead is heavy on your shoulder and he tries to smother the flames burning behind his eyes, tries to ignore the dull ache of his cock as his impending orgasm retracts.

al haitham pulls away from your neck and tilts his head towards your lips when he thinks the bright blue flames have subdued to a light flicker, looking up at you through lidded eyes—at the pretty angel sitting on his lap with a halo glowing around her head.

“you’re the sweetest, haitham…” your palms cup either side of his face, thumb wiping away the remnants of rosy glitter that had fallen from your cheekbones onto his. he sees the way you gaze at him ardently, nothing but love and adoration held in your blown-out pupils before you lean in, lips brushing over his forehead, and then his brows, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, his chin.

it's staggering—how wanted he feels, how loved. a feeling that wakes something long dormant inside him and flushes his limbs full of warmth.

he wants to make you feel the same way too.

you’re the sweetest—he wants to say, but he can’t seem to peel any words from his throat with the way blood floods the swell of his cock, his chest caving inwards with a burning desire as he meets you halfway when your lips reach for his.

and it’s in how you two kiss this time around that ignites the fire in his stomach brighter than before—soft, delicate fingers tracing over his cheekbones as you tilt your head and melt your silken lips into his—tiny, satisfied whimpers escaping you when his palms smooth the skirt of your dress up to your hips, run along your thighs and grope at the soft flesh of your ass.

prompted by his warm touch, you grind down into him again, pulling away ever so slightly to breathe out your wants, needs over his lips.

“w-wanna, i wan’, haithammm—“

“c’mon, use your words. i know they’re, h-hah, know they’re in there.”

you whimper, cheeks hot and head dizzy when he asserts himself, “wanna fuck, haithie, want your cum s’bad,” it comes out a pitiful whine, one that al haitham realizes the pain behind when you take his pinky in your hold and guide his palm from your ass to your tummy. “in here… wan’ it in here.”

there’s no way you don’t know the effect your words and the way you say them has on your boyfriend—it’s beyond torturous hearing you say how you want him in you, cockhead knocking at your cervix and balls heavy over the swell of your ass and his seed filling your womb and oozing out of you in creamy globs that drivel and stick to your thighs and—god, al haitham just can’t stave off the orgasm that hits him, “fuck, i’m—!”

before you can ask him what the matter is, he groans, loud and low into your mouth, a tiny squeak escaping you when he bucks his hips up into you unexpectedly, each painfully erotic thrust of his punctuated by the bounce of your body.

you’re quick to realize what’s going on with him when you feel his open mouth puffing out hot air and choked expletives onto your skin, fingers lightly digging into your back as he fists the lace fabric of your dress so tightly you can feel them tremble.

and then there’s his cock twitching about in this shorts, thick, creamy ropes spilling from his slit; the thought is dizzying, it heats you up, and you can only latch onto al haitham’s arms to steady yourself.

when you look down to where your crotch meets his, you’re greeted by the sight you expected—a dark patch spreading along the seam of your lover’s slacks, the dampness seeping through until you can feel it through the gusset of your panties and slathered as strokes of glaze over the apex of your thighs.

your lover falls back onto the bed almost instantaneously as he comes down from his high, covering up the growing blush on his cheeks and ears with his forearm, shame settling into his bones while he slowly regains his full consciousness from cumming—hard—shuffling his hips around uncomfortably from the hot, sticky feeling in his pants.

it has you giggling shyly—a cute, playfully innocent sound that makes al haitham’s heart skip several beats.

“you… you’re just a little minx, aren’t you?”

nuh uh, ‘m not! is whispered into his palm when you bring his hand up to your lips to place a long kiss to his wrist, trailing them up to his fingers before you lean over him and lay another one to the underside of his jaw.

he moans when you wiggle your cunt over his still-aching cock. he stills wants more.

and you’ll give him more, you'd give him anything he wanted, pull the moon down to the earth if he’d asked, anything, everything—and so, you lift yourself up off his lap, sink onto your knees in between his spread legs and run your palms up his sinewy thighs.

he tenses under your sensual touch and you have to bite back a moan when he finds his way to your hair, lithe fingers brushing free strands from your face before he gently takes your twin-tails in either hand.

kisses follow in the trail of your warm touch: a kiss to his knee, another one halfway up the inside of his thigh, and a final one to the bulge of his crotch, wet salt spreading over your lips that you lick up and swallow with a satisfied hum, smiling at how his hips roll up into the air.

“can i clean you up, haitham?”

he peeks down at you when your angelic voice reaches his ears, and for the first time, al haitham begins to doubt himself.

he wonders whether maybe letting you get on your knees for him was a mistake, because when you let a glob of spit fall from your lips onto his twitchy bulge and lean down to lick it off—the white glow of your halo shining brighter than ever— he thinks he just might cum again.

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rinneverse · 4 months

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cw a little suggestive towards the end, mdni please and ty :)

alhaitham is the type to seethe quietly in his jealousy.

he’s not outwardly possessive—no, because he lets the stranger talk to you—his pretty girlfriend—about his thesis plans, about his academic feats, and you sit there with a smile plastered on your face, nodding your head as you listen to him prattle on and on and on.

alhaitham nearly bends the book in his hand into pieces with what he claims is annoyance. not possessiveness, no, that was out of character. he was just… annoyed, that this random man had the gall to interrupt his reading session with you.

that’s what he tells himself, at least.

of course, how was he supposed to know you were dating the akademiya scribe, when alhaitham was possibly the most low-key person ever? the two of you were quiet about your relationship, content to share it between yourselves. only your close friends really knew the extent of how deep your “friendship” with the scribe went.

as soon as the man leaves (not without leaving his number for you, of course), and the two of you are blanketed in the quiet murmurs of the akademiya library, alhaitham sets his book down. he turns to you.

he finds you staring at him, amusement flickering in your eyes. alhaitham tilts his head, all feline grace, his eyes narrowing into slits as he asks, “what?”

you shake your head mirthfully, crumpling up the slip of paper in your hand and tossing it into the nearest bin. alhaitham feels his shoulders un-tense just a fraction at the sight.

“nothing,” you say, but alhaitham knows you’re lying.

so he leans closer to you, grasping your chin in his hand as he tilts your head back and forces your gaze to meet his.

“liar. what is it?”

you smile. wide and wider it grows, and you reach a hand up to brush alhaitham’s cheek. he barely suppresses a shudder at the gentle touch.

“i didn’t think you to be the jealous type.”

“i’m not.”

“then what was that all about?” you hum. you’re… amused by this. amused by him grappling with his emotions. alhaitham feels his lips twitch downward.

if you didn’t know any better, he would appear to just be frowning. but you did… and it was like he was pouting. you giggle.

“i am annoyed,” alhaitham says, stressing the last word, “that we were interrupted by a stranger. nothing more.”

“nothing more?” you parrot, your eyes gleaming with amusement. “sure. and i’m the grand sage.”

alhaitham bites his tongue, pulling his hand away from your chin. his fingers flex—he has to stamp down on his self-control. being found in a compromising position in the library would surely wreck the both of your social statuses.

but the thrill of it… seeing you bent over the table, utterly wrecked under the careful ministrations of his hands—getting to mark his claim on you...

he quickly shakes the dangerous train of thought away.

“do you want to go home?” you suddenly ask, a coy smile dancing on your lips. he must have been obvious where his line of thinking was going, if you managed to catch on that quickly. the grin on your face tells him that you did.

alhaitham pretends to ponder it. grabs the book he set down, turns it over in his hands, then shrugs.

“sure. kaveh shouldn’t be home for another few hours.”

his voice was bedroom-soft, and the tone in which he said it—nearly purring—has heat pooling in your core.

“alright. let’s go?”

he wordlessly rises, holding out his hand for you. there’s a small part of him that feels a maddening satisfaction when you let out a pleased hum, followed by a surprised yelp as he gracefully slides an arm around you.

someone nearby makes a “shh” noise, and he completely ignores it. you giggle out an apology.

it was utterly unlike him, he thinks, as he guides you through the library with his arm wrapped around your waist, slowly moving to rest his hand on the small of your back when the two of you exit the library.

maybe he’ll try being more public in his attention to you. that would most certainly keep this from happening again.

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kuni-is-daddy · 4 months

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Switch!Wanderer x Female Reader

Birthday Special

Ft: Mentions of nahida. Word Count: 1.32k

|Scaraficlist!|ScaraNSFWAlphabet

:// Spoilers for his lore if your not updated. Use of Darling, Good girl, Soft wanderer, subtle grinding. Kuni tries to be dom. Aftercare

CW: Minors do NOT interact past the cut! This is a NSFW POST!!

Wanderer was bored. So he decided to go to the sanctuary of Surasthana while you we're 'busy running errands at the akademiya'. Or, that was the story you went with. "Errands?" Nahida was sitting on her swing while flicking through the pages of a colorful animal book. Slimes, Whopper flowers and even vishamps were all printed in bold along the pages with pictures and definitions in the corner. "Hm.. But I thought she was getting ready for the surpri-" Nahida stuttered and bit her tongue. Wanderer noticed. "What is it?"

he insisted and she nervously closed her book. "Well Uhm.. I know your stance has changed, But shouldn't you take some time off to compose yourself? Its your-" "My birthday." He said sarcastically. "I don't celebrate that Irrelevant holiday; it wouldn't even apply to me as I wasn't even given a concrete date of birth. Who cares, It's just a waste of time when I could be doing other things." Nahida got up. " Well, if you're comfortable, maybe you can give a gift to someone else? Someone you care about! You know.. your thes-" Wanderer groaned. "Yes buer. I know my thesis is due. Youve reminded me. SEVERAL. Times." She smiled, now that Wanderer was attending lectures and studied at vahumana, the little archon was eager to read out his findings. Nahida then waved him off as he turned away. 'A gift..' He immediately thought of you. What would you like this time? Make-up, Clothes, should he take you out on another date? He didnt have much mora on him at the moment, But didnt care since it was for you. Wanderer sighed, He'd just have to go off his own idea.

Wanderer fumbled with his keys. You probably still weren't home anyway. He thought. He did tell you how he felt about his birthday. For all he knew his existence was just a hinderance. His mother, Niwa's suffering… The deaths in the clans…. Wait. Is that why you stayed in the akademiya for so long? A pit began to swirl in his chest and eyebrows furrowed at the thought. Nahida was obviously holding out on something when she referenced you. He tsk'd then turned the doorknob "Y/n?" and was greeted to your shared house covered in decorations. Wanderer fell completely quiet as he looked around the house, there we're teal and white decorations along the walls, A feast on the table, then gifts neatly tied in a bow. He took off his kasa hat, hanging it up by the door. Many gifts we're lined up along the hallway. Two we're in sparkling green wrap. 'From Nahida, To hatguy' Was written on the tag. While 3 other gifts we're from you. He Opened the door to his room; Light came from underneath. "Y/n. Darling? Are you-" "SURPRISE!!!!!!" You yelled and jumped off his bed, Kuni blinked as he heard a pop and watched shreds of confetti fall onto his head, one on his nose that he blew away a bit annoyed. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" you ran up to hug him, practically jumping into his arms as you hugged him tightly.

You then pulled away as he looked you up and down. You wore a f/c dress, Stockings and a blue bowstring tied on your right wrist. He grinned and tugged you by his arm, pulling you closer and into his grasp. Before you could react his arm was already wrapped around your waist. "Hm. So all I have to do is indulge in this stupid holiday to have you wrapped up for me like this?" Kuni's gazed stayed focused on your now flustered expression with your body pressed against his, He trailed his free hand down to the hymn of your dress, Rubbing his fingertips along your clothed thigh. "Well..it is your birthday so I thought id-ah-give you~ something~" A small moan escaped your lips as he rubbed his hand along your ass, He scoffed a bit when he felt the latex of your stockings. "Oh? And what was that? This perfect body of yours that I can have whenever I want?" You nodded and stumbled in his touch, "Fuck.." Kuni let out a raspy breath. Your knee pressed against the forming tent in his pants. "If your done playing around, Im going to unwrap my gift now."

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Kuni scooped you up properly, then placed you onto the bed. You looked at him eagerly as his pupils began to glow a fainter purple. He hastily took off his open chested kimono and bodysuit, discarding his vision as it dangled off the side of the bed. "Lay down for me." Kuni ordered. You complied and got comfortable, kicking off your flats and laying on the middle of the bed. He sunk his face into your neck and bit along your shoulder before leaving petals of kisses along your neck. You moaned softly into his ear and pressed your knee up a bit further, Stimulating him through his pants. "You- mn Slut. Rutting against me like this." Kuni bit harder, Sucking on your neck and creating red patches along your skin. He pulled away from your neck and smashed his lips against yours, His tongue eagerly intertwined with yours, Your lipbalm softly smeared against his own lips in friction as you moaned into his mouth. Kuni's hands shifted down towards your breasts, Cupping them harshly through your dress cloth. His member began throbbing through his pants, You wanted more. Touching him like this wasnt enough. Kuni pulled away and you whined. "Shh shh..Be patient my love." Your heart rate increased at his sudden sweet nickname, And as you we're distracted he pulled you near the edge of the bed and spread your legs. "K-kuni- wait! my stock-"

He tugged at the cloth and ripped it, Holes formed in the stitching near your thigh. Kuni's eyes widened a bit, You also had lacey lingerie on underneath. "Shit..You've been plotting this all day huh? To have me fuck you with these on?" His fingers pressed on the cotton, and slowly pulled your lingerie off as well. Your pussy was already glistening from his remarks and Kuni bit his lip. "God..I need to taste you right now darling, You look so good for me~ My perfect gift." Kuni leaned down in between your legs and licked along your folds. He was going to drag this out as long as he could. He took more short licks along your clit, Occasionally Licking at your bud while gripping you closer. Your legs twitched from his teasing. "Kuni..Please~ More~! I need it~!" You pleaded and kuni finally inserted his warm tongue inside your pussy. "Mn You taste s' good darling~" kuni's tongue licked along your walls and You bucked your hips a bit softly into his tongue. He then sunk farther in-between your legs, giving you a hazy sight of him pulling his bangs out of view and rubbing your clit against his lips. "K-kuni! wait your tongue~! Its-" "Loudher slut~ Mm-let me hear how good im making you feel~" You moaned into your hand while gripping tightly onto the bedsheets. Out of desperation to chase your high you pressed his head in between your thighs, Suffocating him in your taste. Kuni was so used to training himself how to breathe he forgot he was a puppet; He felt a bit lightheaded but couldnt help it as his length began throbbing so hard in his pants he felt as if he was going to cum untouched while rubbing your clit as you moaned out his name.

A coil snapped and you came undone, Letting out a muffled cry as you coaxed his lower face and tongue in your Juices, Squeezing your thigh one more time as your high subsided. The deafening silence blinked you out your daze as kuni got up from in-between your legs, Panting and his hair completely messy. "I- Kuni Im so sorry! Are you okay I didnt-" As you looked further down you noticed the wet stains coming from his shorts, He pulled the string and slid down his shorts and boxers, finally freeing his aching shaft. "Mmm..Fuck..You really are my slut arent you. My Pretty cocksleeve~" Kuni pulled up your dress finally over your head, frazzling your hair slightly and he panned your locks back in place with his thumb. "Spread your legs again for me.. darling And dont you dare-Hah..Get quiet again. Okay?" He said between panted breathes, you nodded and parted your legs again then held them up a bit until his tip grazed softly against your wet entrance, The puppet was already twitching from the contact and his precum smeared along your clit. Kuni looked up at you again, "Are you ready doll?" You hummed and he immediately plunged himself inside you, Moaning and groaning at your warmth.

"Ah~ F-fuck y/n." He bucked his hips up and down slowly. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer as he kissed under your neck with your head rested on his pillow. Kuni let out heavy pleasured sighs in sync with your moans as you chased your second orgasm. With his face dug into your neck he searched for your hand, gripping at the bow then intertwining his hand in yours. Your body arched further as his bed began to creak from his quickening pace. His ornament and kimono fell off the bed with a slight clink, But kuni was in a daze from your walls clenching around his cock. "Y-your so tight y/n i- im fuck~! Gonna cum~!" Kuni tilted his head up, biting harder into your neck while your nails dug into his shoulders. You quickly came again, shuddering from your second orgasm as you coated his cock. Kuni soon came after, bucking himself balls deep into you with a harsh thrust, Ropes of his Cum gushed into your womb, Painting your walls the color of his seed.

Wanderer panted into your chest, The only sounds coming from him we're soft sighs of relief from his pent-up orgasm. He tried getting up, slowly pulling himself out of your stuffed pussy and fetching a towel. He then held your hand softly, gracing you up as he wiped any sweat or fluids off your body. He was deafly quiet and focused on cleaning you up. He sighed and got up until you gripped tightly on his hand. "Stay with me kuni…Please~?" Your eye lashes fluttered, Blinking out the small dry tears. The puppet stared at you as you held his hand. He was never showered with this much affection. Nonetheless for his birthday, He didn't know whether to get emotional or frustrated. And chuckled to himself at another one of his fatal flaws that he couldn't understand. "Heh. So needy arent you? Fine. I'll stay." Kuni then laid down with you ontop of him, planting a kiss on the crown of your head while you rested on his chest.

The next morning you woke up limp with your knees wobbling. You stumbled out the bed, noticing a pair of clothes sitting by the edge with a small note attached. "Not bad, I guess cooking is another thing Your reliable on. Lessor lord Kusanali is having me attend another Boring lecture, She says its 'important' But I don't really care. Ps. Check my desk when your done, Then meet me at the Akademiya. Hurry up."

On his desk was a bouquet of flowers….And another note. 'Thank you for the birthday gift darling.'

A/N: I Havent wrote in like...WEEKS omg :( Ty all so much for your patience and HAPPY NEW YEAR!. Thank you for reading!!!

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sinfulcries · 2 years

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WELCOMING GIFT 、AL HAITHAM & KAVEH

AUTHORS NOTE: wrote this purely out of spite at 11 pn last night so i couldn’t proofread it 💔 anyways i’m literally starving and going insane over these two but not as much as my og babygirl aki ofc

CONTENT WARNINGS! threesome, size difference, manhandling, squirting, face sitting, belly bulge, age gap (not mentioned but reader used to be their teacher), overstimulation, petnames, facials

It was no secret to the scholars of the Akademiya that Kaveh and Al Haitham disagreed on many things. One may think that such intelligent scholars wouldn’t have the time to quarrel over such trivial matters however, the two somehow managed to bicker and banter— testing each other’s patience with every chance they could get.

This competitiveness also applied when it came to you; And it especially worsened once the two scholars received your handwritten letter, announcing your return from Snezhnaya. You were their master after all— The bane and teacher of all the knowledge that they possess today.

Kaveh was the first to receive news of your return from Snezhnaya, his eyes almost lighting up with joy as he scanned over your sincere words about how much you missed him and his annoying roommate. Al Haitham was then informed by the blonde shortly after as soon as they were both home after their designated work.

“Master’s returning? When did you receive this letter?” Al Haitham tried to hide the excitement in his voice with his usual deadpan expression but Kaveh knew that his roommate was just as excited as he was.

Kaveh crossed his arms, snatching the letter from Haitham’s hands before giving him a smug smile. “This morning. One of his assistants had the letter personally delivered to me while I was conducting work in the desert.”

Al Haitham rolled his eyes, ignoring the widening smirk worming its way onto Kaveh’s face. “Now we both know who master favours more.”

“I would’ve received his letter first if I wasn’t occupied with rescuing Lesser Lord Kusanali. Master knew of mine and the traveller’s plans from the very beginning hence why the letter was directed to you instead.”

Kaveh merely scoffed at Al Haitham’s reply, giving the taller man a frown as he neatly placed your letter back in its envelope. “Yeah yeah whatever makes you feel better. Just be on your best behaviour tomorrow.”

Even with their countless differences, Kaveh and Al Haitham could both agree that your arrival back to Sumeru City was a crucial moment to them. The two could barely catch a minute of sleep, thinking about how they’d spend their time with you the moment you return.

Kaveh and Al Haitham shared similar thoughts when it came to you. Going on expeditions together, writing research papers together… /Maybe, just maybe you’d be able to conduct your experiments on them. Just like the old times./

They’ve been eagerly awaiting for your arrival since the day they carefully read out your neat handwriting on the sealed paper, and as soon as you’re walking through the doors of their home, they made an unspoken pact to repay you for how /good/ you made them feel during their time as your students.

Today was the day of your return; And Al Haitham immediately jumped off of his feet, opening the door with haste the moment he heard heavy knocking on their doorstep. Kaveh followed suite, opening the door impatiently to be greeted with your handsome face.

“I’ve missed my boys, how have you two been?” You grinned, snaking your arms around both of their waists before pulling them closer to your warm chest. The scholars only blushed at your actions, Kaveh leaning in to bury his head in your glorious chest while Al Haitham continued to hide his flustered expression for you.

“We’ve missed you, Master.” Kaveh breathed out softly, remembering the past experiments you’ve previously conducted on his body. “We’d like to repay you. For sharing your wisdom with us while we were students.” Al Haitham coughed, making Kaveh nod enthusiastically.

Your boys never failed to get you im the right mood and as soon as they started subtly grinding their hips against your thigh, you wasted no time bringing the two whores to their bedroom before stripping them of their clothing.

You could still see the faint scar of your initials on their ass, a permanent reminder that they belonged to no one else except you. “You two have grown. Even Haitham’s starting to catch up to my height.” You chuckled, removing your undergarments as you spoke.

Even with their height, you still managed to tower over them— and make them feel so /small/. Especially as your hard cock freed itself from its confinements, slapping against your clothed abs, you were bigger than them in more ways than one.

Al Haitham could see Kaveh panting and his cock leaking from the corner of his eye, desperate to have your cock in his mouth— Better yet inside of him! Al Haitham felt the same despite his blank expression, his twitching cock couldn’t hide how truly needy he became around you.

“Both of your thighs are trembling. I assume you’ve prepped yourselves while awaiting my return?” You rasped admiring their naked figures waiting eagerly for your next instruction.

Kaveh and Al Haitham nodded whilst you could only smirk proudly at your former students, gesturing them to follow you to their mattress. You immediately grabbed hold of Kaveh’s wrist, pulling him down so that he was laying on top of you with your cock sliding in between his ass.

You had a clear view of the blonde’s desperate expression, and you could practically feel the way his rim was twitching against your length, inviting you to spill your load inside of his tight cunt. “You’ll have to ride me, princess. Let’s see if you still remember how to.”

You were testing him— testing his skill and obedience. And your hypothesis proved to be correct once Kaveh skilfully lifted up his hips, shaky hands wrapping itself around your fat cock as he guided the first few inches past his prepared hole. /They would really do anything for you./

Al Haitham couldn’t wait any further either, observing the way you ordered his stubborn roommate with ease, his own hand inched down to prod at his own rim with his slim fingers.

This didn’t go unnoticed by you however, your attention was on Kaveh who was still struggling to get you inside of him. “Don’t make Haitham wait too long, Kaveh. I’ll be conducting my test on him instead.”

You were getting increasingly impatient; After all you didn’t want to keep your other pet waiting. And with one firm thrust, you were now balls deep inside of the blonde, his back arching impossibly as he came all over his chest. “Huh that was quick. You’ve grown more sensitive, doll.”

Kaveh whimpered in response, his mind too weak to form any coherent sentences. Al Haitham could only watch with fascination, seeing you effortlessly break Kaveh without doing anything yet!

“It’s your turn, Haitham. Come here pup, sit on master’s face yeah?” The scribe’s eyes instantly lit up at your words, his body scrambling to position himself on top of your skilled mouth.

Before the silver haired man could reposition himself to give you better access to his hole, he could feel your calloused hands on his thighs, securing him in place before you started to tongue fuck his cunt. Kaveh would laugh at the girlish moan that slipped past the other scholar’s lips if it weren’t for your cockhead pressed snugly against his prostate.

Even his tummy was bulging from the sheer size of your cock impaling him! Deciding not to waste any more time with his master around, Kaveh balanced himself on your muscular thighs, breathing shakily before bouncing up and down your cock like his life depended on it.

Al Haitham on the other hand, was trying his damn hardest not to squirt so fucking early. You’ve barely even started and yet his mind was already turning into mush! He was certain that Kaveh would never stop teasing him if he did so too.

“Archons— You still taste so fucking good, pup.” You murmured, against his skin making sure your grip on his body was tight enough so that he wouldn’t try to escape your merciless tongue.

It was Kaveh’s turn to observe the way you made Al Haitham melt so easily; The usually cocky scholar now so vulnerable and sensitive right in front of him. The two really owed you this. After all, you we’re the one who taught them a whole new horizon of pleasure, and they we’re too addicted to stop!

As your tongue only made its way deeper into Al Haitham’s hole, you could feel Kaveh clenching around you like a vice! His insides were starting to mould into the shape of your cock, and the blonde relished in every second of it, moaning your name like a whore while he moved his hips rhythmically on your length.

“About to cum, Master— feel like i’m gonna e-explode—!” Al Haitham panted, trying to squirm away only for your hand to hold him back in place. Your tongue only quickened, whilst your hand snaking towards the man’s swollen nipple, toying with the sensitive nub between your rough fingertips.

The action was enough to send him over the edge, his vision turning white as he practically convulsed, squirting all over your torso and Kaveh’s with a drawn out scream of your name.

You could tell that Kaveh was getting close too— And after hearing both men moan for you so deliciously, you could feel your high approaching quickly. Kaveh was caught off guard, grabbing his roommate’s shaky hand as he felt your hips thrusting upwards to abuse his prostate.

Kaveh was practically screaming— holding onto Al Haitham for dear life as you pounded him brutally, your tongue still teasing the entrance of the Scribe’s oversensitive cunnie.

Both men were braindead at this point, and with one violent thrust to his battered prostate he came once more, his body shaking before he slumped tiredly on top of you.

You however, were far from finished and with a slick pop, you pulled your cock out of Kaveh’s hole, instructing both of them to kneel below you so that you could glaze both of their fucked out faces with cum.

“Good little pups. You two did an excellent job today.” You smiled proudly, cupping both of their cum coated faces lovingly. “However, we’ve only just begun.”

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fatuismooches · 2 months

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Fragile reader reincarnation has been rotting my brain...

Dottore would have failed to cure you fast enough, resulting in your untimely death. But he kept trying. He pursued everything he could, from knowledge and procedures that shouldn't be tampered with to baseless myths and rumors that obviously held no fact, yet he investigated them thoroughly anyway because he was uncharacteristically desperate. Needing just one thing to spark some progress in his research. However, despite him and his segments searching exhaustively, nothing came up. Eventually, he had to let your body rest.

Decades upon decades would go by, and he would become far more closed off. His segments would attend all the meetings and deal with others. The mortal Harbingers had passed on already, replaced by new ones. There was still Columbina, who had mourned you a great deal as well, but he didn't speak to her much. The world had become rather boring now without you and your unpredictability. Yes, his experiments did still spark excitement whenever they turned out to be successful, but the feeling that you were missing often lingered. The person he waited over four hundred years for, and now he would wait an eternity to never be reunited with you. However, that would change one day.

It would be one of the rare days one of the segments was out in public - Omega had just returned from a meeting with the new banker for the Fatui. In the past, Prime used to attend such things sometimes, but now the responsibility was primarily his. The segment was about to return to the lab when something very familiar caught his attention.

Your laugh.

Now, the segment has replayed your voice in his head many times since your death, burned into his core, but it never felt as real as just now. It has his interest piqued. And that's when he sees you. The same eyes and smile he could recognize anywhere. Upon getting closer, your voice, quirks, and habits are unnaturally similar to what he remembers from so many years ago. Already, many thoughts and possibilities are running through Omega's head, but what seals the deal is when the other person refers to you as [Name]. Now, he simply must approach you.

It isn't hard for his skilled tongue to get information out of you, and although you do think he's a bit too inquisitive for a stranger (new friend), he's just too charming to resist, for some odd reason. (You don't know much about the Harbingers and can't recognize him.) And the similarities are too stark to ignore, from your former attendance in the Akademiya to your hobbies and research interests. Of course, there's still more he would need to confirm, but the most likely possibility is that this you... is a reincarnation.

Of course, revealing this news to the other segments, naturally creates an uproar, all of them wanting to see you in person to confirm this for themselves. But unfortunately, that isn't very easy because you'd definitely get scared seeing all these unnaturally similar blue-haired men randomly coming up to you. So only the older segments that look close to Omega come out to visit you. You can't tell the difference much, only besides you think he has slightly longer hair, and his voice isn't as deep, but you barely know him, so maybe you're just mistaken? Either way, all of them are courteous to you, although a bit- no, very strange. Still, you find it familiar. From where you don't know. (They have taken samples of your hair strands and skin but you don't know that.)

And then there are times when the 'same' man pops up but with a different mask. You just assumed that he decided to swap masks, but he acts a bit different from usual. You don't know how to describe it, but he seems the tiniest bit forlorn. Stares at you so hard you get a bit uncomfortable, but he doesn't do it maliciously. But when certain topics come around he seems to test the waters on your opinions before opening up some more. It seems he can't trust you very much yet. But perhaps time could change that.

Zandy would be the first to trust you wholeheartedly of course - the original you's death undoubtedly scarred his young heart, having been the first person to ever show the child unconditional love. When he sees that you're back, with the same smile and eagerness to entertain his childish desires, he can't help but indulge in your love once again.

A part of Dottore just wants to make you live in the lab with him, but it's obvious that would make you scared, and the last thing he wants to do is scare the someone who is supposed to be his beloved. However, a part of me wonders if Dottore would be able to truly love the reincarnated reader the same as he loved the original one. Because this isn't the person he spent centuries with, the one he's had since his young days. Whatever part of his heart that has the ability to love, loves the first you wholly, far too attached. Does have room for reincarnated you? Can he make room? That is something you two will have to work out.

At the very least, if you still happen to be sick in this life, he swears to cure you this time.

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #what should i put here #i love dottore!#and pls excuse my inactivity oops #my group projects are just really... WHO LET THIS HAPPEN IN COLLEGE #okay i really gotta go sleepy bye bye now gn

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asian-hero · 9 months

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Welcome Home; I'm Home

Alhaitham/Reader

Being in a relationship is hard. It requires constant work and sharing vulnerabilities you never thought you'd indulge in. Both parties need to constantly choose one another, despite their flaws. It's a good thing that you choose Alhaitham, even when his blunt nature rears its ugly head.

a/n: have a lil alhaitham hurt/comfort, as a treat :)

wc: 1.4k

The silence that filled your home was deafening.

Though, you supposed that anything would be quieter compared to the explosive argument that broke out between you and Alhaitham.

It started out as an ordinary conversation. You’d been telling Alhaitham about your plans for your day off; all the while you fluttered around the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the both of you. He hadn’t been contributing much to the conversation, but you didn’t think much of it. You weren’t sure exactly what it was that caused him to snap, but as soon as he’d let out a long sigh, you knew something was wrong.

Pausing your ramblings, you turned away from the coffee you were brewing, tilting your head to the side. “Habibi? Are you okay?”

Soft mutterings were the only thing that you could hear, almost as if his sleep-deprived consciousness were attempting to filter his thoughts even after they left his lips. Frowning, you moved closer, gently brushing the silver bangs away from his face. “What was that?”

“Too loud,” He spoke up, an irritated scowl appearing as he swatted away your hand, “Would it be so terrible to have some peace and quiet for once?”

You blinked, letting your hands fall to your sides as you dealt with the sudden surprise. Leveling an unimpressed look at the man before you, you crossed your arms across your chest. “Don’t take that tone with me, Alhaitham.”

Alhaitham mirrored your attitude, leaning back in his chair, “Don’t treat me like a child. I already have to deal with dozens of people droning on about things I don’t care about at the Akademiya, I don’t need to hear about it in my own home.”

Running your tongue against the front of your teeth in annoyance, you spoke up. “Oh, excuse me. I didn’t know that it was so terrible to want to talk to my lover before they leave for work,”

“Picking a fight first thing in the morning?” He questioned, rolling his eyes as he got up from his spot, “Very mature of you, Habibti.”

“I’m picking a fight?” You exclaimed, feeling your voice grow louder as you followed him into your shared bedroom, “You decided to have an attitude with me this morning and suddenly I’m the one who’s picking a fight? Maybe if you were a ‘mature’ enough adult to just say what your problem is I wouldn’t be bothering you!”

Turning sharply, he pointed a finger at you. “You are the problem. I thought I made it clear that I didn’t want to talk, but you just kept going. Do you think I care about what fruits you’re going to pick up at the market? Or how you’ll organize the library?”

You watched in silence as Alhaitham grabbed a seemingly random book from the pile on his nightstand before heading out of the shared space and to the front door.

“You know what? I hope you have back-to-back meetings and no time to read that stupid book of yours!” You yelled out, only to be met with the harsh sound of the front door slamming.

That was several hours ago.

Deciding that you wouldn’t let Alhaitham’s outburst ruin your day, you continued with the rest of your day. In the time after your fight, you had gone to the bazaar to grab some staples and some fresh cherries that caught your eye, had a wonderful lunch by yourself, and you had managed to clean a bit around the house. Since the menial tasks you’d set out to do didn’t completely calm you down, you’d also started rearranging Alhaitham’s library by color, knowing that he’d have to deal with the inefficient organizational system for the next few weeks before he’d inevitably fix it all himself.

Once you’d finished your petty act of defiance, you found yourself curled up on one of the loveseats, casually flipping through your light novel as you felt the remnants of your earlier agitation fade. Just as you were turning the page, you heard the lock of the front door turning, the creaking of the door a familiar noise in all of the chaotic silence that surrounded you.

Though, rather than feeling the rush of warmth and contentment fill your chest, you felt nothing but the bitter silence that continued to linger after your argument.

You refused to look up, opting to continue your reading, even when you heard hesitant footsteps drawing closer. Eventually, you felt the cushions beneath you dip, a warm presence at your side. Long fingers moved in your peripheral, hesitating slightly before settling by your waist, tugging lightly at your shirt.

A silent question, allowing you the opportunity to pull away if you wanted.

Sighing, you closed your book, setting it down on the table in front of you before looking down at the hand grasping at the hem of your shirt. Slowly, you moved to tug his hand off, intertwining your fingers together. There were many things that you’d wanted to say; part of you, the uglier side, wanted to continue your argument, wanting nothing more than to make him feel as bad as you had earlier. After all, it was unfair of him to take his anger out on you.

However, the better part of you, the one who loved the man beside you dearly despite all his faults, despised the hesitance in Alhaitham’s posture, as if you’d leave for good if he weren’t careful enough.

You wanted to let him know that though you were still hurt, he didn’t need to be scared.

“Welcome home,” You said instead, running your thumb across his knuckles.

He stared at you momentarily, studying your expression in silent contemplation. In the end, he simply let out a wisp of a laugh, squeezing your hand. “I’m home.”

A tense silence filled the air, both of you wanting to start the conversation, but neither of you knowing how to. Eventually, you settled on the familiar. “You pissed me off today.”

If Alhaitham was shocked at your candidness, he didn’t show it, instead nodding solemnly as he listened. “I know. I’m sorry,”

“If I was annoying you, you should have just told me,”

“You weren’t annoying me,” When he noticed your furrowed brow, he sighed in annoyance, though you knew it was aimed at himself for not being able to express how he was feeling, “I started feeling overwhelmed. One moment I was waking up, and the next I felt my head pounding and my ears aching.”

Looking smaller than you’d seen him before, he looked away, quietly mumbling, “It was too loud.”

For a short while, it was silent between the two of you. Both of you sat still, with the exception of Alhaitham’s fingers twitching against your hand, a nervous tick you’d learned about during your first year of dating.

Eventually, you huffed affectionately, moving your unoccupied hand to flick his forehead, instantly rubbing your thumb against the reddening skin to soothe it. “Next time just tell me how you’re feeling instead of acting like I can read your mind,” Squeezing his hand, you narrowed your eyes, “I won’t be as kind if you act like this again.”

He nodded his head again, untwining your hands in favor of leaning forward, letting his head come to rest on your chest. Pressing a gentle kiss to your heart, you felt his arms wrap around your waist. “I will. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”

You returned his affections, your arms hugging his shoulders, pulling him closer. “I didn’t mean to make you overwhelmed,”

“I know.”

“I got cherries today,” You mumbled in his hair, feeling him hum against your skin in response, “I also rearranged your library by color.”

You felt him laugh, fingers coming to pinch the fat of your hips, “I suppose I deserved that,”

After that, the two of you fell silent, this time merely enjoying each other’s company. You ran your hands along his back soothingly, feeling for the first time today that you could finally breathe in your own home. Your chest felt light, and you could only imagine how the man before you was feeling.

After a short while, Alhaitham propped his head against your chest, peering at you with inquisitive eyes.

“Hm?” You questioned, brushing the bangs away from his face.

A few more seconds went by, the man in front of you deciding on whether or not he should interrupt the peaceful air surrounding the two of you. Eventually, he settled on a question.

“Are we okay?”

You pursed your lips, observing the way Alhaitham’s fingers danced across your back, another nervous tick. Pressing a kiss to his forehead, you smiled.

“We will be,”

i feel like i would have some of the most awful fights with this man, he should be lucky he's pretty and i happen to like pretty things/j

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #al haitham x reader #al haitham x you #alhaitham angst #genshin angst #genshin fluff #alhaitham fluff

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chickenparm · 5 months

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Name Tag (Wanderer/gn!Reader)

happy birthday, dude with hat

Wanderer/gn!Reader 1,390 Words - SFW (Reader is shy/nervous, first meetings sorta, subtle nahida plotting)

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The box crinkles in your hand, and you cringe at the sound.

The House of Daena is never fully silent. There are always people here, murmuring quietly amongst themselves, flipping pages, rolling book carts back and forth. It’s peaceful, but never totally still unless you sneak in during the early morning hours. Perhaps that’s a boon, that it hides that crinkling from the figure you’re spying on around the corner of a bookshelf.

This is foolish, you think. Not once have you shared words with him, but you’ve heard enough from others to find him impossibly intriguing. Like a crystalfly to the glowing Statues of the Seven, you’ve been inching ever closer to him, against your own logic. The box in your hands feels heavier with each moment that you procrastinate.

Peering around the shelf, you watch as he scratches something out on the roll of paper in front of him, his lips downturned in an obvious sneer. Gone are the blue and white fabrics he adorns himself with typically - today he wears the typical garb of an Akademiya scholar, one loose sleeve bunched around his elbow as he props it on the table, his chin on his palm.

The tip of his pinky curls in at the corner of his lip, and for just a moment you see him bite the nail before thinking better of it and lifting his head from his hand. Enraptured, you watch as he pinches at his chin in open thought before writing something quickly, then setting down the pen.

His eyes are pretty, you think shamelessly. Purple like Viparyas, always focused, sharp as a knife. They shift as he reads, then they close and he sighs before opening them to look directly at you, expression expectant and somewhat vexed. “Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to tell me what you want?”

You want nothing, or at least that’s what you want to protest to him, but instead all you can do is nearly squeak as you duck back around the bookshelf and hold the box even tighter. You can do this, it’s fine. A few weeks ago, you were able to get an audience with the Dendro Archon, and despite her initial surprise, she’d been exceptionally forthcoming and excited to direct you in this single endeavor.

He’s lonely, the Lesser Lord told you as if it were some secret. Maybe it is, for he doesn’t look as if he longs for anyone’s presence. But when you questioned her, she’d held up her hand to cup next to her mouth and whispered to you, “Give him time, be persistent.”

This is the first step. The next ones will be easier, you try to assure yourself as he makes an annoyed tsk from where he sits out of your sight now. Taking a breath, you square your shoulders and turn to step around the shelf. Looking at him doesn’t make it easier, but this is preferable to lurking outside his periphery and wondering what could be.

At least this way, you know.

With shaking steps, you approach him with the box and stand opposite him at his claimed table. He looks at you, then the box, and his brows furrow together. “Another gift? I already told you guys I don’t want anything from you.”

You guys? You stammer for a moment, then shake your head and gingerly set the box down. “I-I’m not a part of whatever else you received today. This is just me. Please, accept this, and whatever you do with it after, I won’t be offended. As long as my well-wishes are received.”

The final two sentences are ones you’d rehearsed in the mirror all this morning, and you’re thankful that they come out smoothly. He looks at the box warily, then blows a sigh through his nose that you can hear. He wants you to know that he’s annoyed, but his hands reach for the box anyway.

There’s a tag on it, and thin fingers reach to read it, likely expecting the name that the other students and scholars had pinned him with. Instead, he pauses, face falling to neutrality.

You don’t like that name much. It feels almost impersonal, like a hand-wave of whatever identity he may have beyond his appearance. You’d instead opted for a messy doodle of the ornament he wears even now, pinned to his chest with the glow of his vision visible through his robes. It’s not your best work, but it’s unique to him despite you having no name to go off of.

To your surprise, he doesn’t crumple the little drawing. In fact, he carefully unties it from the box and sets it to the side, on the stack of books he’d been using today. Is he going to… keep it? Your skin feels warm at the prospect, perhaps putting too much stock into something so simple.

It takes him a painfully long amount of time to open the box. Only a few seconds, but it feels like an eternity until he lifts the lid and peers inside. He says nothing for a long, long time.

Nervous, you fill the silence with your own stumbling explanation. “I-if you don’t like it, that’s okay. I just thought maybe…” you trail off, because your confidence is waning with his lack of reaction. Good or bad, you don’t mind, as long as he gives you something.

Carefully, he reaches in, pulling out a metal tin with Inazuman script stamped on it. There are other items in the box - accessories and tools to prepare the gift itself for consumption. He turns the tin in his hand, thoughtful as you explain, “It’s tea. You like bitter tea, right? That’s what Lesser Lord Kusanali said when I–”

Your words die as your embarrassment blooms. You hadn’t meant to tell him you’d been sniffing around for information to make sure your gift was something he’d at least accept. Those sharp eyes dart up to look at you, fingers frozen in their turning of the tea to read the labeling. Slowly, he asks, “You asked her about me?”

No getting out of it. Taking a shaking breath, you nod, then decide that you’re in too deep to clam up now. “I wanted to get to know you– I mean, get to know what you’d like. So I could bring a good gift. That’s all. Happy birthday.”

Your sentences are short and clipped, tacked on as if to bandage the situation you’ve surely ruined by letting him think you’re a fool. He didn’t need to know that you had any intentions beyond just a gift, he didn’t need to know that you wanted to know him. More than just some figure you pass on the street or see writing out his frustrations for Vahumana in the corners of the House of Daena.

The sole of your shoe squeaks as you turn abruptly to make your exit and beat yourself up over this in the secluded privacy of your own dorm, far from any prying eyes. But you don’t even manage to follow through on taking a single step before he says quietly, “Sit down.”

You do. Mutely, and feeling stunned, but you do.

Your hands lace together in your lap, clenching one another to hide the way they’re shaking with some odd mixture of anticipation and absolute terror. You didn’t think this was where this was going. Is he upset? Did you overstep by asking the Archon herself for the wisdom she holds about this mysterious guy?

The tin doesn’t make a sound as he sets it back in the box. The lid makes a tiny hiss from air escaping as he replaces it. The paper of the tag whispers against the cover of the book he set it on as he picks it up and examines it again. It's more silent in the House of Daena than it ever has been before, or maybe it's the blood rushing in your ears that drowns out the sound of anyone else existing within this space. It's just you, and him, and the box sitting between you that holds your hopes far more than any gift you could have fit inside.

He looks at the paper thoughtfully, then at you, and quietly tells you the name you can call him by.

#wanderer #scaramouche #scara #genshin #genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #gn!reader #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #xreader #reader-insert #reader insert

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koishiro · 9 months

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# - 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇

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Diluc

Okay I’m sorry but he’ll flat out ignore you at first,

Or at least he tries to considering he can’t stop thinking about you which will make him confused for a while on why his heart “aches” when you’re around. He doesn’t realise it but when you’re around or generally anywhere near him, he’ll subtly scuffle closer towards you and I can imagine Diluc trying his best to be in your line of sight as much as he can because that’s his way of infiltrating your mind. Every time you visit Angel’s Share don’t expect to pay for anything, it’s conveniently on the house. I can imagine he’d also want a form of validation from you (and only you) after he gives his opinion in a discussion, it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Fancy seeing you here Y/n, the usual? What are you doing? There’s no need to spend your mora on such wasteful things”

Zhongli

…I hope you like tea,

Because you better expect to be invited to the funeral parlor “for tea” at least 3 days a week. If you’re ever walking through Liue and compliment something at a passing stall, he’ll buy it for you without a second thought because let’s be real (and these are his words exactly): - “mora has no value if it’s not spent on something worthwhile” …this man - he doesn’t realise how much of a flirt he is and is always confused if he catches your red face. He’ll also subtly court you without making it too obvious, like he’d appear at your place of work quite often with the excuse;

“the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor is running quite slow today, I wondered if you’d like to take a stroll around the town with me, possibly have a look at the stalls”

Kaeya

This flirtatious bastard,

He’ll always think of ways to make you malfunction. You’re a regular at Angel’s Share as well?: “Ah so this is where all the pretty ladies are kept hm?”, followed by a drink he bought you. Any time he sees you walking though the streets of Mondstadt he’ll jog up to you and say: “Going somewhere m’lady? I could escort you if you’d like, maybe you’d care for a drink at the tavern?”. I can imagine Klee giggling to herself when she sees you as if she knows something you don’t…

“Sorry miss Y/n, Klee was told she can’t say anything, Kaeya made Klee promise - oh, you won’t tell Kaeya will you miss Y/n?”

Al haitham

This withdrawn boy…

He’d quite literally just stare at you from across the room until someone (Kaveh) nudges his shoulder, telling him he’ll scare you off if he continues. If you’re already aquatinted with each other he’ll most likely try and impress you by giving you book recommendations or talk about his findings at the Akademiya while you zone out and stare at his face for the next few hours. If you’re not aquatinted, he’ll saddle up to you and still give you recommendations:

“If I could just interject, herbal tea would be best whilst chamomile shall just make you drowsy, if you’d like I could show you how to make your own”

Childe

Ah yes, the cocky ginger,

I imagine he’d act like Kaeya, if he saw you strolling through Liue, Childe would stride up to you and ask if he could escort you to where you need to be with the excuse; “you can never be too careful” and this would become a habit to the point of meeting you once your shift ends to walk you back home. He’d also 100% spend his money on you no doubt, like Zhongli his excuse would be

“what’s the point of mora if I can’t spend it on a pretty girl hm?”

Itto

I hope you’re a dog person,

Because this is at your beck and call. One of the ways he shows his interest towards you is gift giving; you need a certain herb? Wait here while he goes and hunts it down for you, or maybe you need some meet? Don’t worry, he’ll quickly chase down a boar for you. And if you thank him a big smile when he delivers them? His tail could cause a tornado with how powerful his tail is wagging. Another way he shows his interest is physical affection; you’re sitting down reading a book? He’s there with his head on your shoulder, you’re both walking through town? He’s got a firm grasp on either your hand or your arm,

“what? I can’t let you wander off and get yourself lost, what would I do then? Who would hive me head pats?”

Kaveh

You wouldn’t even know he has a crush on you,

Instead thinking he’s just this friendly with everyone. Being an architect, no less from Sumeru, he would show and explain his ideas to you and ask for advice on what you think about them, sometimes he’ll deliver miniature structures to you that he made, for example: he once made you a wooden mobile (like a baby cot mobile) to hang wherever you please that plays music because he knew you had trouble sleeping or another time, he made you a glass wind-chime that would reflect the sun and cause rainbow rays to spread across your porch because you spend so much time in your garden. He’ll either make these as a thank you, a just cause, or he’ll make up a white lie and say it’s an experiment he’d like you to test run, always delivered with an excuse he made beforehand:

“Ah Y/n, glad I ran into you! I noticed the other day that you were struggling to keep on top of watering all of your plants so I made an automatic watering system! If it all goes well, I might start a batch of them”

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－𝘬𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

#diluc x y/n #diluc x reader #zhongli #genshin impact kaeya #tighnari #kazuha #al haitham #childe #scaramouche #genshin itto #genshin impact kaveh #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff

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suguru-getos · 1 year

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genshin men when they see you glam up for the first time

characters included: kaveh, alhaitham, cyno, ayato

kaveh: now this man knows what he is doing when he proceeds to kiss you passionately, paying no mind to how your makeup might streak, how your perfect lipshade might be imprinted on his own lips. he will wear it like a badge of honor if you ask him to. just ask! <3 ever since you’ve been dating the master architect, you’ve never been too careful with your looks. it was the fact that you and him worked together for the ksharvar. mostly you were dressed in your akademiya attire. today however, was different, you were dressed beautifully, and the moment kaveh saw you. he dramatically kissed you, as if all the compliments he holds aren’t enough. as if whatever he’ll say won’t do justice. “sweetheart, gosh— i need to dress up too, need to match my lovely gorgeous of a baby,” kaveh retorted, rushing to get dressed as well 😤 man’s never going to let that troupe come to place. yk the troupe: homeless man x red carpet woman yeah. 🤦🏻‍♀️

alhaitham: now alhaitham knows how beautiful you are, either way, he keeps telling you how perfect your features are. how precious you look & how adoring he finds you whenever your lips curl into the most beautiful smile ever. but nothing 👏 nothing prepares him for when you glam up & doll up for him. getting ready for his birthday. alhaitham is speechless, the only emotions on his face are of pure flustered shock, he can’t imagine you could look THIS AMAZING! “and a happy birthday to me,” alhaitham smiles softly, raising. brow and snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “you looking this good almost makes me want to cancel all the plans.” you gingerly push his chest away, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “stop it— haitham,”

cyno: this man decided it would be a FAIRLY GOOD TIME to crack a joke over your beauty. no— it is not even a joke. it is some annoying line he uses like: “did it hurt?” while you blink, confusion all your face. “what do you mean cyno?” he walks closer to your face, holding your chin and leaning in, whispering softly. “when you fell down from the heaven for me, angel face?” please— the deadpan you had on your face. followed by bursts of giggling. “cyno please— that line is so bad, so fucking bad—” you whine out, rolling your eyes and getting back to the final touches of your makeup. “maybe i can makeup for them, in other ways,” normally, general mahamatra knows how flustered you get when he talks like this, but this time… you’ve been craving him so long! that you caved in almost instantly. “yes please— make it up to me!” maybe he will 🫡

ayato: the whole estate was ordered empty, ayaka being busy in the festival that was hosted. thoma accompanying her. ayato told the shumatsuban to take care of lady ayaka’s security. all to have some much needed time with his beloved being in the whole wide world. “now than, if any distractions are gone i sugge-” his jaw slacked, watching you turn towards him in the most beautiful kimono ever. it had the kamisato emblem as well. “i- wow, you truly accentuate the clan just by your presence,” ayato was awestruck, smiling brightly towards you. “good thing i rendered this place empty. they won’t hear your moans when i’m done worshipping your body,”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin thirst #kaveh #alhaitham #cyno #ayato kamisato #kaveh fluff #kaveh x reader #alhaitham fluff #alhaitham x reader #ayato fluff #ayato x reader #cyno fluff #cyno x reader

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peachseashell · 7 months

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Hi :)

Can I request Xiao and Wanderer (separately) with an autistic s/o pls? Gender neutral reader if it's possible thank you!!

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ Special to me

Xiao and Wanderer with an autistic s/o

Gender neutral reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: food textures (sensory issues), reader is kinda emotional and Introverted, Wanderer is kinda toxic and possessive, mentions of anxiety.

Notes: I was actually so excited to write this because I love these characters and I'm also diagnosed with autism so it makes me so happy writing about something that I can easily portray! So thanks for your request ml 💕

Xiao

- He has little knowledge of human and abilities and basically anything about them apart from they work, eat and sleep. He never really fussed over it much until he met you and learned that you're quite different from all the other mortals he's encountered.

- You have to teach him about your needs, preferences, feelings, opinions as he doesn't always understand. He's scared that he won't know what to do when you're in an emotional state because he knows you feel things differently from others.

- I feel as though Xiao is a good listener and can sit in silence while you ramble on about anything you want, even thougg he may not understand a single thing about what's coming out of your mouth. He's also learned that he needs to be careful how he words things in case you misunderstand or take his harsh words to literally.

- This may just be me, but physical touch is something I'm not particularly fond of at all and I don't know if this is an autistic thing or just me. But anyway, Xiao's more than happy to give you your own well deserved space and alone time; though sometimes he can be very touch starved in my opinion.

- However, if you don't mind affection I can see Xiao warming up to you and leaning in closer and resting on you. This affection is mostly displayed during inside areas, usually when you're both very calm. Bedtime is when you can catch him most vulnerable and cuddling up to you like a snug bug in a rug.

- Xiao understands your eating issues and that sometimes your picky. You both share the dislike of certian textures and flavours, not just food but the feel of objects as well. For example, if a blanket is too scratchy or fish is too slimey, or shoes are too squeaky. Sensory issues are probably something he has in common with you.

Wanderer

- I feel as though Wanderer is very educated on this topic. Even if he is a puppet, I think perhaps he must of come across an autistic person and became curious, therefore leading him to want to learn more about it during his time as a fatui harbinger or maybe at the Akademiya.

- 100% remembers your likes and dislikes, never forgets them; keeps a secret diary all about you because he loves you so much. Buys you things to help with fidgeting and stress whenever you're distracted and loves hearing you ramble on about the littlest and strangest topics.

- No matter how confident he may be that he can look after you. He's helpless in a situation when you're completely exhausted and panicked or upset. Lets you shout at him to be honest because he knows it's not really personally against him. This may sound cruel, but he may leave you to let it out on your own in case he upsets you even more, the best thing he thinks to do is give you space.

- Of course after he'll cook you your favourite meal and dry any spilt tears, isn't he just so dreamy? Doesn't like to admit it but he loves it when you have nobody to turn to but him because he's the only one who understands. Holds your hand when you're nervous whenever you two go out and the anxiety takes over you.

- will hunt anyone down who makes fun of you for any habits, preferences or anything you have that makes you slightly unique; he just hates people who can't accept that disabilities aren't something to joke about. he just doesn't want to see you hurt because of someones stupid opinion, it makes his non existing heart twist and break.

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yoimix · 2 years

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「 without caution. 」

ALHAITHAM is not a man easily swayed. he had to explicitly warn you on the first day of sumeru akademiya that only his goals matter, and you are of no personal gain or consequence to him. not with your wide, naive eyes and softer-than-cotton touch and blooming laughter. you were too bothersome, dismissing every warning of his, even if it landed you in life-threatening situations. you always did laugh at him, even when he was being dead serious. something about your string of actions was so bizarre, so insufferable, he breathed a sigh of relief on graduation day.

how is it now then, that he finds himself sighing in relief once again nestled in your arms? it was unexpected—your actions are usually predictable. his hands shake when he lifts them up to return the embrace. he’s aware of physical touch, aware of the meaning of it, and it’s not the first time he’s been shown affection. however, he’s never felt quite this way holding someone. is this what the florist down the city feels when she kisses her husband with mirth or when the barista at the cafe runs into the arms of his lover, both beaming with joy? are they that way because they’re in love?

“mr. scribe?” you giggle softly. “how come you’re here so late?”

“i don’t know either. it’s strange.”

you hum softly, a jolly tune even in the deepest darkness of night. man always strives for the stars. maybe that’s why he finds himself near you again.

“you know, i always knew i’d be with you someday.”

“that’s silly,” he responds. “and naive. you’re not an astrologer.”

“no, but i felt a tug,” you hum. “towards you.”

alhaitham falls silent. he neither understands nor asks the meaning of what you said. his view of the world, of people, was always that of a man staring at a miniature model of grand buildings. the parts are replaceable and easy to cut off. even if he ends up all alone.

“i’ve always wanted to feel this way,” you mumble, suddenly shy. “to hold someone i love.”

silence follows, only filled in by the ambience of midnight. he sighs again, leaning away from you. his eyes are cold as ever, but there is something new to them.

“i’ve never been in love,” he admits, his whisper cool. “it’s unreasonable.”

however, his breathing gets heavier and deeper as he grits his teeth, a sting of pain shooting through his chest at the softness of your palm against his cheek. he cannot see as you less than you are—he never has—but now he sees you as more, as salvation he neither deserves nor wants. isn’t this what affection does? it clouds his judgment so forcefully that he nearly closes the gap between your lips. after all, it’s all he can think of at this proximity.

“look at me,” he laughs drily. “another victim of irrationality.”

you shake your head, pulling his face closer. It elicits a wave of annoyance spreading over his features. and yet, he cannot meet your eyes. he’s in denial, you realize. for a man so ground in pure logic, it must be groundbreaking to experience love. he never wanted this. he never wanted to let people in. he preferred the monotone.

and despite it all, he hooks a finger under your chin and presses his lips to yours in a satin kiss. no endeavor is riskless. and for just you, he’s willing to do away with caution.

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meidnightrain · 6 months

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“the sun watches what i do, the moon knows my secrets but the stars, they carry my hopes and dreams.”

“the stars must carry a heavy burden to bear with your foolish dreams and the moon must laugh at the silly things you hide from me.” WANDERER murmured lowly, inching his hand closer to yours. hesitant but gentle was the way he intertwined your fingers with his, fitting perfectly like pieces of a puzzle for you were his missing piece, the void in his puppet chest.

you laughed, a joyful and melodious little thing that could send nightmares and monsters over the hill, a laugh so powerful that it quelled all the negativity that brewed in him. “i suppose but i don’t think that’s the case. i don’t keep anything from you because you are the one who i have given my heart to.”

perhaps WANDERER should take a leaf out of your book for once, gazing at you intently with silent admiration. he heard your cry of glee, pointing at a star that shot across the mirage of cool colors, the one he was supposed to be watching. how could he, when the sky couldn’t even compare to your beauty?

“you murmured something…hey, you wished on that shooting star didn’t you? what did you wish for?!” you asked with curiosity that could rival that of an akademiya student, eyes sparkling brighter than the fake stars in teyval’s glassy sky. perhaps if he were a carbon based life form, blood would rush to his cheeks and color him a hue of pink.

he rolled his eyes, his hand gripping tighter on yours but you didn’t notice for he was too subtle, just like he was with his feelings. “you idiot, if you tell what your wishes are, they won’t come true. are you sure you’re an adult? even little toddlers and dumb people know that.”

WANDERER has always wished for a heart over the course of his existence, his reasons were ever changing with time. this time, he wished he had a heart so that he could place it in your care, a heart that would pump adrenaline and the feeling of euphoria throughout his body when he was with you. maybe then he’d truly know what it mean to be irrevocably in love and how to love you unconditionally.

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semolinapudding · 1 year

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Hi! May I request headcanons of Tighnari, Cyno and Venti reacting to: someone says to their s/o that "you are hot/gorgeous/sexy, but s/o's reaction to that compliment is "Yeah, but have you seen my boyfriend? They are the hottest and most gorgeous thing walking on this earth", and they proceed to gush about their boyfriend.

Sure thing! My first request guys! Yeepee

🍮Tighnari, Cyno and Venti reacting to you say "yeah, but have you seen my boyfriend?" After someone told you you're hot/gorgeous/sexy.🍮

🍮|Gender neutral reader|🍮

Tighnari

🍮 This fox was just doing his usual patrols when he heard your familiar voice nearby. A young forest ranger was flirting with you. He didn't hear what you two were saying so he came closer, remaining unnoticed.

🍮 "Well, you're beautiful and sexy aren't you?

🍮 Tighnari's ears twitched and stiffened up, listening with investment while he was at the same time preoccupied with peeling a mushroom.

🍮 Your eyes sparkle as if you've been waiting for this moment, and you do a dramatic gesture with your hands.

🍮 "ME. If I'm hot, THEN have you seen my boyfriend?! He's the hottest! He's as beautiful as a prince! Greens and flowers grow everywhere he's put foot! His gaze is enough to revive anything."

🍮 You entered a stage of yourself where you can't be stopped ranting about your deep love for Tighnari, you're so dedicated to this that you have no idea Tighnari just came closer. Your words flattered him over the limits, warming his soul up.

🍮 The forest ranger who was flirting with you, was so invested in listening to your detailed descriptions and praises that their mouth was half open.

🍮 You both look at the Forest watcher when he cleared his throat.

🍮"Shouldn't you be on duty? Your shift isn't finished yet. Come on, this forest isn't gonna do its own patrols." Tighnari firmly tells the other forest ranger who nodded, apologized and walked away after they said "bye" to you.

🍮 You look at Tighnari with a stupid face, confused of whether he heard your conversation or not. You're wondering how did he manage to be so silent and sneaky. But you aren't ashamed about what you said. Maybe you're just a little extra.

🍮 "Tighnari..." Your innocent smile on your face is contagious and makes him smile as well. "You look so good in the sun light." You compliment him as to take the attention off the earlier conversation about him.

🍮 Initially, Tighnari wouldn't want to bring it up in case you don't know he heard it, to not put you in a vulnerable situation, but he felt like reciprocating those feelings. He just doesn't know how.

🍮 "Thank you my little mushroom! You really don't have to tell me so many compliments, it makes me all emotional."

🍮 "I refuse. My prince!" And you hug him close, while he holds you tight immediately, you feel his fresh tree smell. He smells so good.

🍮 Tighnari rubs your back and you see his tail wagging eagerly, over his shoulder. Your curiosity wins you over and you bring the topic up, asking him for how long has he been there. He admits it that he heard you, his ears twitch and stiffen up again, as he moves the mushroom in his hand.

🍮 "I told you, is not as if I greens and flowers grow wherever I walk, you're describing me as some kind of prince in a book. And, you're not less hot or less beautiful than me, not at all! You're flattering me too much." Tighnari sighs and as he's absently arranging your hair, scarf and clothes.

🍮 The mushroom he had in his bag is given to you as a gift. But he also gave you a detailed explanation about the mushroom's properties and how it's not edible, but just very popular for decorative purposes.

Cyno

🍮 In the Akademiya, around 10 am, you are studying books in the library. There comes the flirty student who can't take their eyes off your smart face.

🍮 Once you take a break, you get company. They ask you about your study degrees, your interests and your essays. You're flattened by how much of a good impression they have about you. You get to talk about history and physics. It all keeps going 'till you realize you're subtly being hit on, and even get compliments.

🍮 Mahamatra Cyno was already listening to a big part of your conversation, while browsing books, unconcerned. You were well aware he was in the area. Cyno likes listening to other people's conversations from time to time. He enjoys the background noise of people talking while he's preoccupied with something else.

🍮 "Intelligence makes you sexy. And not only you have an amazing intelect but you hold beauty and charm on your face."

🍮 Once Cyno felt the heavy hints of the student hitting on you, he let go of what he wasn't doing, and came to sit at the table with both of you.

🍮 He continues the previous topic about the theory of evolution. He's an absolver of the Alademiya himself, after all. He's being a little boaster sometimes but you know he would never admit it. Once the silence takes over the table, you ask:

🍮 "Have you ever seen my boyfriend?"

🍮 "Oh, I didn't know you have a boyfriend! Of course I've never seen him"

🍮 "He's the most gorgeous. A true beauty. He could advertise man modeling."

🍮 "REALLY?"

🍮 Out of words, Cyno sits there looking at you both as if he's missing something. What are you trying to do?

🍮 "Yeeees. And he has scarlet eyes. Like the color of sunset."

🍮 Cyno feels like he's being advertised. The student falls for it and listens, invested, not picking up the signs at all.

🍮 "He is a master in martial arts, and he is really funny and has amazing jokes. He has a lean body, and long white hair."

🍮 "WHO IS HE?"

🍮 You look at Cyno and Cyno looks at you. They still don't get it. Is like you're describing some kind of prince they can't believe he exists. You notice a blush on Cyno's face.

🍮 After a few seconds of looking at Cyno, they get a revelation and realized that the mantra is your boyfriend. Which is cool as it is. You're smiling wide, while trying to not laugh too much. They're so stupid is funny.

🍮 "I am so sorry. I am so blind!"

🍮 "No, is fine, really, I didn't expect it either." Cyno reassures them.

🍮 "It has been a honour to talk with Mahamatra Cyno. And you too."

🍮 Your new friend has to get going now, and you remain alone with Cyno at the table.

🍮 "Too much... Praising..."

🍮 "No, is the raw truth." You look at Cyno ad he can't help but smile. He's embarrassed. Is so cute when he tries to hide it.

🍮 "Thank you for the kind words. It got me really out of guard. Poor guy was not taking your hints at all. It was funny."

🍮 "You're funnier."

🍮 "Okay babe, now it really is too much." He gestures with his hand. He then makes a pause before continuing: "I should have told them one of my jokes..."

🍮 You pat his thighs affectionately and he leans his head on you so fast. He wonders how can he make up for your spoiling love.

Venti

🍮 A young woman got her eyes on you dancing under the Anemo Archon statue in Mondstad. There was music coming from somewhere, like a gentle breeze of harmony.

🍮 On accident you bumped into her when spinning and she caught you and laughed at your silliness, her skin shining in the sun.

🍮 "Hello!"

🍮 You take a while to respond back, still getting your thoughts together: "Hi!"

🍮 "I couldn't help but notice how gorgeous you are. You're dancing by yourself?"

🍮 "I do that often here. When there's no one around." You scratch the back of your head, embarrassed. Your blushing face was even more noticable in the sun. The music didn't stop once. Neither did the bath of compliments. If she would have any idea your boyfriend was up there... Being the source of the beautiful sounds. You talk for a while.

🍮 "Just...Where is this music coming from? Is amazing. It fits you completely. Is like your theme."

🍮 "Is... my boyfriend. He is gifted with the skill of music. He has an angelic voice as well, but he doesn't always feel like singing."

🍮 "I love music." She takes a short pause before asking: "Happy couple?" And she laughs with warmth. "Am i right?"

🍮 "Yes. He's got the face of an angel. If only he knew how beautiful he is, he doesn't appreciate himself enough."

🍮 You knew he was up there and that he could hear you. The music stops.

🍮 "Where is he? Is he hiding somewhere?" The woman is confused, looking all around. However while she was looking up, Venti was already flying behind her, landing on the ground.

🍮 "It seems to me or am I the subject of discussion?" He approached the both of you, with confident steps. "Did someone call for me?"

🍮 "Oh, you were up there? How did you get down so fast?" The woman asks, full of curiosity.

🍮 "Uh... I have strong ankles!" To which he replies with a giggle. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am the gifted boyfriend with the angel face." He already has taken your praises all over his head. This bastard. You love him.

🍮 "And this is my windblume, and my muse, and the source of my godly inspiration."

🍮 "Venti."

🍮 "Oh yeah! How impolite, I almost forgot to say my name. You can call me Venti."

🍮 "Nice to meet you, Venti! You got an amazing partner, and dancer too."

🍮 "I think we should all three go for a cup of wine at angel's share." And he looks at you for confirmation, because you usually pay for the wine...

🍮 "If... that's okay with windblume, of course. Same as you."

🍮 And later that evening when your new friend had to go home, you and Venti had a few minutes of silence while sitting together at the table and looking around at trees and sunset.

🍮 "so... angel face..." He says, absently. "Where do you even come with those? I like it. I told you, you should write poetries."

🍮 "OH! is it because I drink at Angel's share? Or maybe it is just a funny coincidence."

🍮 "Now you will think about it for the whole week." You say and take a glance at your silly boyfriend who is sweet gazing at you.

🍮 "Is because you really have an angel face. But now, this makes it even better. I guess Angel's share is named after you!" Your hand strokes his, tenderly.

🍮 "I am an angel, but you're god." He declares, before lifting the wine glass to his mouth.

🍮 "you're a bit touched by alcohol." You check his forehead and stroke his head.

🍮 "I like to see the deep meaning in things. And I also like to keep words in my heart for as long as possible. Come here, why don't you sit in my lap?" He shows you his thighs.

🍮 "Venti..."

🍮 "Yes?"

🍮 "If I sit on your lap I will break your thighs, baby."

🍮 "I got strong ankles."

🍮Author's note:

Sorry if this is replied a little late. Let's say i was watching The handmaid's tale for a little.... Too long...

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