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zhxngii · 7 months
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— ✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜Riding them to the point where they get all emotional from how good it feels. His hands grasping so harshly onto the skin of your thighs and hips, bucking his hips up desperately to meet you halfway.
He just can't help but tear up at how good it feels having you on top of him, your walls so wet and snug around him as if you're about to milk him dry. It's even better with the way you lean forward to press delicate kisses across his face, praising him for how well he's doing. Oh how he loves when you tell him how good he's doing.
Neuvillette, Zhongli, Kaeya, Childe, Itto, Thoma, Kaveh, Luocha, Dan Heng, Gepard + Your fave <3
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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚ what I know to be true ⋆。˚ ೀ⋆。˚ ༘
Childe wasn't a big fan of the Tsaritsa's demand for him to find a wife, until he'd come upon the perfect girl for the job. You—a lady he knew in his childhood to be a horrible nuisance and demon on Earth. Not only would this marriage fulfill his duty, but would let him settle a long-time grudge as well. Little did he know, he stood more to gain from this partnership than he thought.
Childe x fem!reader II arranged marriage, angst? to fluff, childhood enemies to lovers, romance!
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Childe was never one for romance, and especially not for commitment.
He just had so much else on his plate, much bigger dreams than that of settling down in a household and abandoning his place on the battlefield.
He was always looking ahead to a future of bloodshed, of power, of someday ruling the world.
That wasn't going to happen if a distraction stood in his way.
He would sometimes muse about having kids, loving the idea of continuing his lineage and watching a bunch of mini-me's run around, but ultimately, he decided his duty to the Tsaritsa would stand in the way of him being a good father. So he'd just have to settle for being an amazing uncle to the children his siblings would eventually have, spoiling them with presents at Christmas time and teaching them how to protect themselves out in the wild.
So when he was called into the Tsaritsa's throne room and received the news that a harbinger of his status was to be married, in order to keep up with regal airs the nobles of Snezhanaya, he was, respectfully, very unhappy.
"You'll be seen at balls and lead battalions. Your role must be carried with honor. Nobody will respect an old lonely man.", she claimed, then drew out a long, thin arm to hold his chin with a bony hand—long pointed nails pressing divots into his skin. Though her touch was frigid, she looked down at him with a certain fondness in her eyes, though the sincerity of it was undistinguishable. "You need a pretty thing by your side to elevate your status. You know I only want what's best for you.", she cooed, like she was addressing a child.
He new better than to disobey her commands, and something about the smoothness of her voice assured him that this was the right choice. He only nodded, though his fists clenched at his sides in dismay.
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Childe read over the listed names of eligible young ladies for him to marry with contempt; scrolling through the meaningless last names and accompanying statures, ordered from top to bottom by how highly they stood in the totem pole of nobility. Like he cared where the girl would come from.
He felt guilt for the miserable thing that would have to marry him; though he could care less about who these women were, he believed that they deserved a partner that loved them, or at least a good man that could stand to take care of them. All they would be to him is a nuisance, a label which they had done nothing to earn.
Though, when he neared the end of the list, a section devoted to common folk who had certain merits like striking beauty or some sort of fame, that he found a name he recognized.
Your name.
Oh, how he remembered you.
You were the daughter of good friends of his parents. Your families would often gather for holidays or dinner parties, sharing what little they had in the name of kinship. The gatherings were lively, full of happiness and cheer...
But you had a certain countenance that stood out to him and branded your name into a special part of his brain to be remembered for the rest of his life.
You were a little brat was what you were.
Though you were only a toddler when he met you, having only just taken your first steps while he was already halfway through being eight, he found you to be the most insufferable little human he'd ever met.
Your parents would always gab and brag about what a good little girl you were; how you never cried or screamed, how you were sweet and patient and loving—a wonderful surprise for parents preparing for the "terrible two's.".
They had to be lying, because every time Ajax would come into view you'd immediately throw a fit, wailing and swiping at his face with a kind of rage an entire army of men could not match.
He had no idea why; he never touched you, or spoke to you, all he did upon your first meeting was draw back in repulse.
You weren't a pleasure to look at; with your beady little eyes and thick eyelashes that lined them, your thin eyebrows and piercing gaze. You looked like some haunted porcelain doll. And there was a certain consciousness behind your eyes that children your age were not supposed to have.
His little siblings were much cuter.
And he did not hesitate to say that.
"Tonia was a prettier baby. What's wrong with her?", he piped up, humiliating his mother and father who immediately scolded him for his rudeness. Your mother only laughed.
"Trust me, she'll be a beauty when she grows up. I won't be surprised when you come around here in sixteen years asking to marry her."
This started a little musing session between your mothers, giggling about the possibility of their children being wed and how wonderful that would be for their friendship and their families.
Meanwhile, Ajax was dwelling on how that would absolutely never happen—if the look on your face was any indicator.
You were red as a tomato, nose scrunched in distain as your eyes pierced his. Like you'd understood him.
How was he supposed to know babies could take offense?
Whether or not your infant brain could comprehend his words, your hatred was clear, and before he could react, your soft little hand went flying towards his face and landed with a resounding THWAP!
Even though you struck him, you immediately burst into tears, bawling crocodile tears that ran down your face and dripped off of your chin.
All of the adults in the room immediately ran to your aid, hushing and petting you while scorning Ajax for "tormenting the poor girl."
Never before had he felt so cheated.
That begun his feud with a two year old.
Your detest for one another ran deep. So much so that every gathering between your families ended in you receiving plenty of sneaky pinches to your fat baby skin and him risking a bald spot with the amount of hair you'd rip out of his head.
It was a nightmare you could walk too, since you'd often seek him out just to babble in annoyance and tug at the knee of his trousers.
"See? Look at how much she likes you!", his mother would coo, but he knew better. Your grappling with his pants was your pea-brained strategy to get him to bend down and remove you so you could bop him one on the nose.
He swore you were such a strong baby. He'd rather take a hit from a club than suffer the force that your tiny fists could bring down on his head.
That's why you were the perfect girl to be his wife
If he were to marry any other woman, the guilt of leaving her alone at home for long stretches of time, depriving her of having the good husband she deserves rather than a man who could never love her, would be overwhelming.
Sure, he was a monster, but he wasn't about to let some innocent bystander be collateral damage.
But you? The evil, horrible little wench you are? You more than deserved it.
In his mind, he'd actually be doing his fellow man a favor by saving an unsuspecting bachelor from accidentally marrying a grisly thing like you.
So, although his retainers were already in the process of scheduling meetings with his potential brides, he plucked your name from the list without hesitation.
"Set the wedding date. I'll have that one."
The organizers looked between themselves warily, deciding whether or not they should challenge him on this monumental decision.
"And nothing too grand—it'll just be family.", he cooly added, leaning back in his chair to rest his feet upon his desk and crushing the list of names under his dirty boots.
In the end, the harbinger always gets what he wants, so his retainers retreated with quiet nods and quick steps.
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Though Childe acted aloof towards the decision to have you as his bride, when the day of the wedding actually arrived and he found himself standing at the altar of a small church in Mosepok—his home town, his palms were sweating and eyes darting around nervously. He shifted his weight on his feet as the congregation waited for you to enter; this was supposed to be a small ceremony, but leave it to his mother and father's proud announcements to their friends and neighbors to draw a crowd. As his eyes scanned the faces of those who'd known him in his youth, he realized near all of the small port town was packed into the pews. He wracked his brain for the answer as to why these people would want to watch their old town troublemaker's union, but he supposed it would be the most interesting thing to happen in the town since his era of delinquency.
It was a miracle that the budget the Fatui gave Childe for this wedding greatly superseded the amount he'd needed for the original plan of a small gathering; it was more than enough to feed the whole town for a night, which actually brought a flicker of joy to Childe's chest.
He was pleased that he could give back to the community that handled him like a family in his childhood.
But that flicker was immediately quenched when the creaking sound of the heavy oak doors that led into the chapel reverberated through the room—revealing the silhouette cast in white of his bride.
His stomach turned with anxiety. Childe had led battalions into what could be considered suicide missions if not for their miraculous victorious outcome, and yet, somehow, the fear he felt standing in front of a girl that, though she may not be small by definition, definitely looked so standing next to him, significantly surpassed that of which he's ever felt.
His cold body shook like he stood inches from death.
Suddenly, he remembered the fury your little body had when you were only a baby, and it dawned on him that you've only gotten bigger, smarter, stronger. A little arbiter of the apocalypse couldn't have grown into the meek woman he imagined, if anything, her bloodlust grew with age.
What did he get himself into? Was he an idiot? Did he, blinded by his scheming for revenge, land himself in a lion's den?
With a light tap on the shoulder from the priest, he jolted out of his stupor and found you standing in front of him already, suddenly remembering that he was now to lift your veil.
His hands shook as he reached out, bracing himself for the hideous face he'd been forced to associate with at every friendly gathering between your parents in childhood, and now, due to his own brashness, would have to associate with every time he returned home or attended public events.
He took a deep breath and shut his eyes as he took the fabric between his white-knuckled fingers and threw the thing up and over your head. The procession hummed with awe and approval—some more boisterous men from the docks whistling, to which their wives jabbed an elbow into their ribs.
The sounds of adoration resounding from the audience perplexed Childe, drawing his interest and encouraging him to open one wary eye and peek at you.
But his cautious peek grew into an owlish gawking and dropped jaw when the woman before him shined like an angel.
This couldn't have been the girl he knew in her infancy; her once-beady eyes now twinkled like stars, her red puffy face was now sculpted and the only remnants of her discoloration resided in dusted pink pigments on her cheeks. They were so perfectly placed that they could be mistaken for a painting by an artist with a keen eye. He pried his gaze from your enrapturing eyes to ogle your lips—plushy and inviting. He'd give anything to kiss a gorgeous woman like you.
And he remembered with an unexpected delight that he would by the end of this ceremony.
Before he knew it, the soft ring of your voice settled upon his ears. Having been caught in a trance, he hadn't realized the procession already arrived at your vows.
He only tuned in after the opening sentences of your declaration had passed, your words blurred by his reverie.
"I promise to wait for you when you go and embrace you when you return; to make a warm, solace of a home for you that you can always come back to, whether there be a roof over our heads or not. I promise to follow you through this life and meet you in the next, to be by your side when you need me, no matter how far apart we may be forced to exist. I promise to love you and only you, to be true as long as your ring encloses my finger, and promise to keep it there forever. I will take your family into my arms just as you will me, care for them—as they are an extension of you, to love them just as I do you. I'll hold you ever close to my heart, speak to you with nothing but kindness, recognize your face as that of my partner in life, my one and only, and..."
Childe jumped when he felt your warm hand sneak up on his and gingerly intertwine your fingers, to which he did not resist, nor want to.
"I promise to love you as you are; no matter how much the years we spend together may change us."
To his puzzlement, Childe felt a certain wetness roll down his cheek, causing him to look up at the skylight above the both of you to check if it was raining. When another droplet ran down the other side of his face, he realized he was crying.
Childe never cried, he couldn't even remember the last time it had happened; maybe it was sometime when he was a boy, but the memory simply did not exist. These were not tears shed in misery, they were spurred by your words of devotion, words he'd never been blessed with before. He truly wondered now if you may be divine, but all he beheld of you told him you were, in fact, human, and not a vision of absolution sent from the heavens above.
You tilted your head to the side and blinked your dollish eyelashes at him, obviously waiting for something, to which he remembered that is was now his turn.
He had neglected to write vows beforehand or memorize the traditional vows spoken by couples bound by marriage as an arrangement. He had, in fact, planned on skipping the process altogether, but your profession of love caught him off guard and incentivized him to speak his own.
So, with a blank mind, he resorted to letting the few truths he knew spill from his mouth.
"I'd only known you during our childhoods, but how you've blossomed and changed has..."
He had never been one for words, so making something up on the spot in front of quite literally a hundred people was daunting. His voice seized with trepidation, but he took a breath and moved forward.
"Has...left me speechless. My mind is empty, and all I can think of now is...that I am blessed."
He swallowed a lump in his throat and continued, struck by your endearing gaze on him—it made his voice quiver as it resounded from his chest.
"I'd assumed I knew you, but it's clear to me now that I have so much more to learn."
He unconsciously squeezed your hand for comfort, and, with a gentle smile on your face, you reassuringly squeezed back; making him sigh and yearn to feel more of you—imagining that you felt like warm cotton, soft and homey, something he could bury himself in and happily stay there for eternity.
"And I want to learn it. I...want to spend my whole life in awe of you, discovering as much as I can, knowing you like I know myself."
He could not hesitate before he blurted his next statement, his voice getting carried away from him and spilling his most personal beliefs.
"And loving you as you love me."
Your cheeks turned an even brighter shade of pink, and your eyes glimmered as your perfect lips stretched into an even more enticing smile. He could hear your soft, happy sigh, a sound that not even the priest beside the two of you could catch, almost like a secret meant just for him.
Your sweetness enthralled him like nothing he'd ever experienced— slowly convincing him that you very well may be the best thing that's ever happened to him.
"I'll take care of you.", he promised, and meant it. "I'll spend the rest of my life ensuring your safety and happiness. Despite what you promised before, I will always put a roof over your head. You'll be forever warm and safe. I will fight for you, die for you, do anything you ask. You will want for nothing as long as you're mine."
His vow had come upon its conclusion with one final promise he all but growled, like it was somehow in danger of being broken—that he would go to any length to protect.
"And you will forever be mine."
His pause at the end indicated to the priest that the his vow had ended, and the way your lips parted in wonder and your wide eyes remained locked on his made him want to lean in and kiss you like every inch of his body burned to do. But he had to, begrudgingly, wait; hoping the ceremony would end as soon as possible so he could finally have you to himself and ask you all the questions he was dying for the answers to.
Did you really mean what you said? He sure did, and he didn't even know he had the capacity to not only promise, but want, desperately so, the fulfill the oaths he had declared to you.
Soon enough, the priest announced it was now time for the bestowing of the rings—a symbol of the bond you will share for eternity.
As the ring bearer, Childe's dear brother, Teucer, brought the rings resting on a white silk pillow over to the altar and held it over his head while he balanced on his tippy toes so the two of you could reach the rings with ease. Childe immediately felt awash in shame. All he'd purchased for you was a simple silver band—no precious gems, no original detailing, just a band. He didn't expect to want to take pride in the symbol of his loyalty you'd wear for him on your finger. He'd get you a new one, a better one—one he could admire as he kissed your hand, held it with adoration and smoothed his fingers over it.
But although the ring fell below expectations, there was no disappointment on your face. You barely glanced at it, your eyes trained on his face with a fondness he'd never received before. Your gaze had his heart spilling over with exaltation.
You took his hand in yours and slipped the perfectly fitted ring around his finger, giving it a small squeeze when you were done—as if to brand your affection deep into his hand.
He returned the gesture, taking your other hand in his and, carefully, securing the ring around your finger as well; he breathed a sigh of relief and felt a weight he hadn't known was resting on his shoulders alleviate. His heart thundered in his chest, threatening to leap out in a desperate attempt to be ever closer to yours.
The priest spoke, but his voice was drowned out by Childe's inner voice, wailing for you.
All he could register was the sound of your silver bell-like voice, piercing through the fog in his head like a star's light in the void of the night sky above.
"I do.", you said.
He couldn't tell if he'd rushed ahead of the priest's announcement of his turn or not, but he followed your statement blindly.
"I do.", he whispered ardently, brushing the backs of those precious hands of yours softly with his thumbs.
After the final blurb recited by the priest, a sentiment he couldn't bring himself to listen to in his anticipation, he finally heard the words he'd been waiting for.
"You may now kiss the bride."
Without a moment of delay, he brought both of his hands up to cup your cheeks, a look of ache in his face as it felt like you had reached an invisible hand into his chest and gripped his heart, and kissed you.
Fervently, passionately kissed you.
It took your breath away, left you panting when he finally pulled away after remembering he was, in fact, in front of his parents and broader community.
But cheers sang from the crowd for your union as he led you back down the steps of the altar and out of the church, eyes trained on your feet with your hand secured in his—watching carefully as you descended to make sure you wouldn't fall. He treated you as if you were sculpted from crystal glass.
After the two of you crossed the threshold out of the church as one, Childe gently tugged your hand to draw you closer so that he could whisper in your ear.
"Could we take a walk in the garden?"
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While the guests made their way to the reception hall for their lavish dinner, you and Childe strolled through the church's garden together, hands still intertwined as the two of you gazed at the various winter shrubs and evergreen trees sprinkled with snow. It was beautiful in its own kind of way; the way life persevered through otherwise uninhabitable conditions, how even the bear oak trees existed as intricate silhouettes against the grey sky—providing cover as the sun sank down and gave way to a grim dusk, it was wonderful, and in this moment, it was yours to share.
The two of you came to a halt at a marble bench next to a large, frozen fountain, adorned with swirling details and moulding from an older, more fanciful era. He swiped off the snow that had built on top of the bench, then removed his large, fur-lined cloak to rest on the surface. He led you down to sit on it, having fashioned a dry, warm seat for you as he stood.
"Won't you be cold?"
"I'll be fine.", he assured you. He'd grown used to the frigid air of his home country, having entered various conflicts with nothing but thin linen to cover him for the sake of his movements not being burdened by thick, heavy fabric.
"Thank you.", you spoke, softly, and the words warmed his chest more than any coat could.
He stood there for a long moment, just taking in the sight of you. He just couldn't believe you were real, and couldn't believe you were his at so little a cost—he'd done nothing but bellyache and pluck your name off of a paper, and somehow the situation ended up being the best decision of his life. He'd found someone that claimed to truly, deeply love him by sheer chance.
And that thought brought him to the question that had been weighing on his mind since your vows.
"Did you really mean what you said?", he asked, quietly, hesitantly. After the words left his mouth, he wished he'd never said them. He didn't want to know the answer; if he could live in a fantasy where a miracle like you truly adored him, he'd seize the opportunity and hold it close to his heart for the rest of his life. He felt like such a fool.
"Of course I did.", you chuckled, like the question was ridiculous.
"I thought you hated me.", he confessed, his curiosity for your change of heart getting the best of him when he knew better than to ask too many questions. You only quirked your head and blinked at him, indicating that he needed to clarify. "When we were younger, you acted like you wanted my head on a stick."
To that admission, you laughed heartily. It was a lovely sound, one his mind would no doubt play on repeat in his darkest of times, sending sparks to his heart that would keep him moving forward—back to you so he could hear it again and again. "I was a toddler, dear. I didn't understand my feelings! And you were pretty nasty to me, too.", you said with a playful, pointed look.
The term of endearment made his heart bubble, craving to hear you say it again, but his mind was desperate for more answers. "But...how did you...", he coughed awkwardly, "fall for me?".
His carefully spoken question only made you giggle once again, but you could understand his confusion.
"Oh, Ajax. You were the most entertaining person I've ever met. I know we fought, but I remembered your presence in my life so fondly. And I'd look at pictures of us from our old gatherings, where our parents would force you to hold me on your lap and smile, or take candid shots of us chasing each other around, and I'd wish for you to come back so we could fight again.", you laughed at the memory. "I thought of you all the time, you know. And, as I grew older and life passed by, I'd keep looking back on those photos and...", your cheeks turned even redder than the chilly air had already done, flushing your cheeks and nose. After this conversation, Childe would make sure to rush you inside so you could warm up by a hearth. "Well, my heart would beat for you. And I wished you would come back for different reasons...so I could see you again and fall in love with the man you've become."
Childe gulped in shame. He knew the man he'd become was...cruel. Wicked. He'd never thought so little of himself than when he stood before you, your glorious, pure eyes assessing him like Celestia would upon the day of his death.
But how you looked on at him was not in judgement, but affection. "And when I met you at the altar, I did. I truly did."
He was so swayed by your words, so caught up in your devotion, that though he knew he was undeserving, he leaned down and connected your lips with his once again; his large hands warmed you where they caressed your cheek and the side of your neck, his lips thawing your frozen ones. The flavor of you was intoxicating, but as much as he wanted to prolong this moment, your icy skin pushed him to get you inside immediately.
So he drew back, drawing the most angelic whine of protest from your lips. It made him grin in pride.
"Let's warm you up, huh?"
Though you wanted to stay in the privacy of this isolated garden, continue to live in this moment that only existed for the two of you, you couldn't deny how you shivered and your stomach growled. It was time for your reception, and you couldn't keep your guests waiting.
So you, albeit reluctantly, let Ajax pull you up into his arms and throw his cloak around the both of you before taking you back to the church where he married you, now entering sharing one heart, one life, one love. Forever.
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ghostarii · 8 months
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childe is a dirty bastard with a nasty obsession for you. he finds you so beautiful, so gorgeous and filled to the brim with visual blessings. he can’t help how his cock grows and hardens at the sight of your filled out frame and he can’t leave himself that way . . . so he jerks off. wraps his calloused hand around his thick cock and drags it up and down with shut eyes and a gaped mouth, imagining it was your soft hands making him feel good. he did this often, hiding in bathrooms or waiting until he gets home and releasing all over his sheets. but at some point, it’s not enough.
so, if you ever get a text from your good friend childe, reading “attachment: 1 video”, don’t be surprised when you see his cock sliding in and out of a fuck doll. the sound is lewd and nasty—squelching and wet slapping that rings off in unison with his grunts and pretty moans. he moans your name, groping the fake tits of the doll, “so fucking pretty for me . . . ngh, fuck—“ he had to let you know how he felt. what you do to him. so he raises the angle of his phone, showing the tablet that displays a selfie of you—one you sent to him when asking him which lipstick shade looked better on you. he groans louder, pounding the doll even furiously, “you’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum . . .”
he said he wanted to breed that tight cunt and make you his. you hadn’t even realized the video was three minutes long and you were nearing the end. he whimpers as he pounds tougher, snapping his hips against the doll with sniffles of your name and begs for his release. and then he cums. spills his seed deep in the doll with a guttural moan and fucked up camera angle as he doubles over. there’s a shuffling sound and then you can see clearly: see the load of cum spilling out of the doll, and he fingers the spill back in, moaning at the sight. “‘ts gonna be you next . . .” he murmurs, and the video ends.
you never saw him that way. he was your friend. but that promise he made at the end had your cunt throbbing, waiting for that treatment.
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ashhh-14 · 6 months
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Tropes? Tropes but make it good
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Characters- Diluc, Kaeya, Bennett, Albedo, Razor, Venti, Zhongli, Xiao, Baizhu, Xingqui, Chongyun, Tartaglia, Heizou, Ayato, Gorou, Thoma, Itto, Scaramouce, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Cyno, Tighnari, Neuvillette, Lyney, Wriothesley, Freminet,
Warning- suggestive in chongyun's (dw he's aged up here bubs)
Note- All characters are aged, a dot '.' Meaning scene change , font meaning past memory.
A/n- hope you enjoy!
Baizhu
Doctor patient dynamic
Gentle hands rubbing your back constantly as your coughing fit seemed endless once again. "I-I don't think I'll be able to watch the next lantern right with you like I promised doctor Baizhu." You smiled through the pain, the said man sighing, "Stop doubting my abilities as a Doctor (Y/n). You'll get better." Running his hand through your hair as you layed down, exhaustion making your eyes droop close. "I'll make sure of it, my Little Violet."
Kaveh
Childhood friends to lovers
"Look what I made!" He looked up as you placed something on his head, one hand coming up to touch it, " A flower crown?" "Mhm. Just for you!" He blushed.
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"I got you something Kaveh~" He turned to you from where he was writing his thesis, "(Y/n) how many times do I have to say you don't have to buy me art supplies. Um let me buy you lunch as repayment." He looked into your eyes with a gentle gaze as you hopped on the desk beside his papers, placing a box. "Too bad. I already made some for the both of us." "(Y/-" his words got cut short as you gently placed your finger on his lips, "shush Kaveh."
Al haitham
Academic rivals to lovers
"Ugh not again." You muttered under your breath as you looked at the list of top scorers. "Try harder. Maybe you'll be able to get a little better if you work on your gold fish attention span." A voice came as someone passed by, knowing very well who this person was as you sighed in irritation.
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Soft clicks of shoes were the only echos in the house of daena as Al haitham made his way towards a bookshelf, his eyes falling onto a figure. He placed his book on the table gently, rounding the table, he placed the pen down from your hand as he placed his cloak on your shoulders, covering you to keep you warm as he pushed the hair away from your face. "Stop pushing yourself so hard."
Wanderer
Grumpy x Sunshine
"Oh c'mon would it kill you to come with me?" You pleaded as your partner kept ignoring your request, "There's no point in me going with you-" "I think you should go with them. It'll broaden your spectrum and give you a new way of looking at things." A gentle voice came as your eyes sparkled at the person. "See?! Even Lesser Lord Kusunali agrees with me!" "NOT YOU TOO " He yelled, grumbling. You pout, crossing your arms over your chest as you stood up, "I'll be leaving Lord Kusunali, since he doesn't want to go, I'll go and ask Cyno. I heard there's a new card back released there too, he'll be happy to come with me." Nahida blinked up at you as you started walking, observing how your frown turned into a sly smirk as soon as a hand gripped your wrist. "Not happening. I'm coming with you."
Cyno
Co workers to lovers
"Hmm how long do you think this water will last us here Cyno?" You eyed the big bag of water in your hand as you kept walking on the flaming sand in the middle of the desert, "It should last us till tonight. Don't worry, there's a village nearby, we can restock our supplies and get some well desserved rest." You looked at Cyno, unamused "Get it? It's because we're in a dese-" For the first time he cut himself from his explanation, you sighing as if the heavens saved you as he told you to stay put, going to converse with a group of eremites that were closeby. You took a seat in the shade of a giant rock. 'Wait, why is he coming back with a-' "Get on it. Your feet aren't used to the hot sand of the desert, they're already red from the external temperature, it'd be bad if they get blisters. I borrowed us this Sumpter Beast, we'll return this on our way back." Your face started getting warmer, whether it was because of the temperature of desert or your general Mahamatra, you didn't know.
Tighnari
Student teacher dynamic
"Ow!" A book came in contact with your head as you sat on the chair listening to your master's unending lecture. "So the next time I see you head into a withering zone all on your own, I'll be cutting down your sweets that you love so much." Your eyes widened at that, not your sweets! "What did my sweets ever do to you! Plus, I had it covered in the whithering zone!" Smack "Ouch! Stop hitting me-!" Your breath got caught in your throat as Tighnari placed his book under your chin, tilting it upwards as he brought his face close to yours, looking into your eyes, "Next time you won't be doing something so reckless. Okay my Lotus?"
Heizou
Undercover agent(you) to lovers
[ (C/n) -> cover name]
"I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going!" You apologised to the young looking male. "Oh it's totally fine. Don't worry about it" He smiled, asking what your name was. "(C/n)" You replied, your smile widening when he asked if you'd like to go get a cup of coffee with him.
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"Can you actually be serious for once Heizou?" You rolled your eyes as you kept walking through Chinju forest, sighing at your companion's carefree nature. He chuckled, " You want me to be serious huh?" You nodded," yes! It'd be- wa-!" Your sentence was cut off as your back hit a tree bark, your eyes leveling with none other than Heizou's himself. You shifted as he gazed at you in silence, noticing how he got much closer as each moment passed. His lips barely apart from your ear, he whispered, "Is this serious enough for you?.....(Y/n)."
Xiao
Eternal acquaintances to lovers
"You guys just loveee drawing on his face while he's sleeping don't you" you chuckled, feeling the cool breeze as other 4 yakshas drew little shapes on the face of the one sleeping. "Oh you know his expression is priceless whenever he finds out what we did!" Bosacius laughed.
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"Do you ever know when to take a break?!" You were used to scolding him, and he was used to hearing it. A little too used to it. "Don't you smile when I'm here telling you to take care of yourself!"
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Your eyes opened slowly, sounds of fireworks and a hand stroking your hair waking you up. You rubbed the haze out of your eyes, "Did they already start?" You pushed yourself up from what you thought to be ground, but lifting your head up you realised it was, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-" He shushed you, gazing down at you gently as his thumb stroked your cheek. Your face grew warm as you sat up to avoid his stare, only to be turned around, feeling his head on your shoulder, his breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine. "S-Shouldn't you watch the fireworks as well?" You stuttered out, not able to focus on the display yourself. He just sighed, tightening his grip around you.
Zhongli
Newly shifted neighbours to lovers
He was in the middle of pouring himself some freshly brewed tea when a knock landed on his door. Your head tilted upwards to look at the tall male. You didn't know what you expected your neighbour to look like but you certainly didn't think of this. He looked... ethereal. "Umm I just shifted here and please take this." You handed him a paper bag. He looked at it and then at you, smiling, "Grace me with your company over some tea?"
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"You really don't have to stay up this late for me." You said apologetically to the man sitting beside you, helping you with your thesis you had to write last minute. "It's totally okay. So as I was saying, this part of Liyue------" this went on for hours until he saw you rubbing your eyes. He chuckled," Is Liyue's history that boring?" "Wha- no of course not! It's interesting. I've never thought Liyue had so much to it." You smiled. A large hand came up to cup your cheek, making you look at him, and suddenly you realised how close you two were sitting for all this time. "Sleep's evident in your eyes" he noted as your eyes became hazy with sleep, "I'll take you to bed. My little dove."
Albedo
Klee's babysitter to lovers
"Klee no bombing the fishes again!!" You said to the little girl, so done with her shenanigans for this week. The little girl pouted, looking down until an idea popped into her head, "Lets go see Albedo then!" She smiled.
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The little ball of sunshine was sleeping peacefully in the corner of Albedo's lab wrapped in two blankets while you laid beside her, trying to fall asleep as well because you had nothing to do and there was nothing Albedo needed help with, but the cold was making it too difficult. Were you actually jealous of a little girl's pyro vision? Absolutely not. You don't know when you fell asleep, or rather, passed out.
'Oh. They're both sleeping peacefully.' He walked up to the two of you, quickly noting how your face looked a little pale. His fingertips touched your skin 'Cold' he thought.
The little girl was the first one awake," Albedo! I had this dre-" she cut herself short when she noticed her brother sleeping too...while holding you close to his chest. "Maybe Klee should sleep some more~!"
Razor
Pack members to lovers
The chase of two little pups continued in wolvendom until they reached Andreas, where they started their chase back to their destination, their minds on the piece of juicy meat the winner will get.
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Some things never really change, like you and Razor having a game of chase. The difference is, however, he's chasing you this time and you two's size differences now that you've all grown up. You landed on the ground with a soft thud, your back hitting the soft grass as you saw Razor on top of you, his skin glistening in sweat as he gave you a cheery smile, "I won again (n/n)!" You playfully rolled your eyes, "Yeah yeah I get you're faster than m- eep-! Razor-!" You giggled, trying to move away as he started licking your face and neck. His hands tightened around your wrists," No running far anymore" He whined.
Chongyun
Strangers to lovers
"But I asked for that popsicle first!"
"And I saw it first!"
"I'm their regular customer!"
"Not like I have them once a year!"
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You bit off a little chunk of Chongun's icy popsicle," Hey what did I say about no having my popsicle!" You laughed, getting closer to him all of a sudden," Well if you don't want to share this popsicle, I can always make do with the other one you have~" thump
Yes he fainted.
Diluc
[Childhood known] Bartender-owner relationship to lovers
"If you'd like, you can work at my tavern. I can use the help and you can use the money." A kind offer he made to his childhood neighbour when you came back from sumeru and needed a job, not wanting to stay away from your homeland.
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A soft cry left your lips when a broken glass shard pricked your hand, you continued picking up the glass pieces the customer accidentally broke, ignoring the bleeding hand 'I'd have to mop the floor anyway.' A strong yet gentle grip pulled you up and towards the sink to wash and dress your wound, "Why'd you ignore it?" You bit your lip, not knowing how to answer. "Be careful next time." He sighed.
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The number of people were relatively less today, maybe because of the windbloom festival, giving you an opportunity to relax and unwind with a drink yourself. The door opened as you turned your head to see who it was. "Ah master Diluc! Let me go get you some grape juice-" You were about to stand up when two arms caged you against the counter, leaning towards you," Stop calling me that. It's Diluc for you. Just Diluc."
Ajax
Contract marriage
'To stay with party A's family and take care of party A's siblings, treat A like a husband in front of A's family. The contract shall last for three years.'
Signed, (Y/n)
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It's been 2 years since you signed that contract, staying with Childe's family wasn't bad, they all treated you very nicely and that a corner of your heart knew that your family was now out of bankruptcy because of this, you were content....for the most part anyway.
"Look who's home~!" A very excited Childe emerged through the main door, his servants taking away the bags he was carrying as he picked up Teucer. "I brought you Mr. Cyclopes figurine Teucer!" You smiled to yourself as you watched each of his sibling hug their older brother, used to watching the scene from afar at this point. What you didn't expect was him making his way up to you, his height towering over yours as you looked up at him confused, your face flushing as he pulled you closer to him by your waist, kissing your forehead, "How have you been my love?"
"G-Good." You stuttered out. All his siblings left the living room to give you two some privacy, happy to see the sight. He brushed the strands away from your face, looking into your eyes," Sorry about that. But I missed you. I don't know why, maybe because I look forward to seeing you now." Your eyes widened, "And... I want to take you with me the next time I leave. If you'll join me."
'Because It's not just a contract to me anymore (Y/n).' He thought.
Xingqui
Library crushes to lovers
Your eyes peeked over the book to look at the blue haired male, quickly hiding behind it again as his eyes fell on you. "Oh god please tell me he didn't see me." You muttered to yourself.
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"The realm of humans was known as the Zhongzhou, while the gods reside in Shenxiao. At the end of-------" he kept explaining the plot of his favourite book, not like you weren't listening, but half your focus was on looking at him.
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"Umm (Y/n). There's this new book shop that opened in north Liyue. Will you join me tomorrow?" Both your faces were warm when he said the words as you nodded shyly.
Itto
Oni dynamic
"Haha I won again! Take that (Y/n)!" The little oni jumped up as he came out victorious again. "Alright alright no need to rub it in the face Mr. Onikabuto."
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"Do you really have to leave (Y/n)?" You nodded as tears pricked your eyes, hearing the sad tone from your oni friend who you've always heard cheery no matter the situation.
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"As my great partner (Y/n) came back after years of staying in Natlan, they'll be joining the one and oni Arataki gang! Isn't that great!?" The said oni swung an arm around your shoulder as you ducked, "Your arm's heavy Itto!" "Of course it is I'm an Oni you know! You don't expect me to weigh like a twing do you?" He wiggled his eyebrows. "But boss should we trust them? I mean-" "Well of course! I know (Y/n) for agesss do you think I'll take just anyone into the great Arataki gang huh!?" He pointed smugly to himself as you sighed. Yup, he'll never change, and you won't have him any other way.
Kamisato ayato
Arrange marriage
Your eyes faced the floor of komore teahouse during the whole conversation of your father and the head of Kamisato Clan, accompanied with his sister and their most trusted servant. You saw the two Clan heads shaking hands from the corner of your eyes, knowing everything is sealed. You never even saw what your to-be husband looked like.
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"Wouldn't you look at me even now (Y/n)?" Gentle voice of your soon to-be husband spoke as he held both your hands in his significantly bigger ones as the priest made preparations to start the wedding rituals. You swallowed nervously as you slowly looked up, your eyes falling on the mesmerizing lilac ones.
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An arm wrapped around your waist from behind while the other one took away the hairbrush in your hand, placing it on the dresser as kisses were placed on your neck," My gorgeous wife." You closed your eyes, leaning your head back against his shoulder," Says the man who gave that word a meaning."
Bennett
Adventurer-medic to lovers
"Yup, bad luck again." You sighed as you bandaged his knee again. "I'm sorry (Y/n), for troubling you so much. I try to be careful but..." he rubbed the back of his head. "I know Benny, not your fault, just your luck." He nodded, giving you a thumbs up and a cheery smile as you finished bandaging his wound. "Butttt" you intergected when he was about to say something, "Nothing some tasty Chicken-Mushroom Skewers can't solve!" His eyes started sparkling the moment you said those words, making you giggle. "Yay let's go!"
Kazuha
Crew mates to lovers
"Wait up please!" You yelled to the ship that was about to leave the docks of Inazuma. You ran as fast as you could against the wooden planks 'Bad day to be wearing a Kimono damn it.' Apparently your voice wasn't loud enough for the Captain of The Crux to hear and your heart already started grimacing the loss of boarding the ship just a foot away as it started leaving. A sudden gust of wind lifted you up as your eyes closed shut in terror, the next time you opened them, you were on the ship, with nothing but a maple leaf in your hand.
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You were leaning against the railing of the ship, looking at the vast ocean in fasination until a strong gust of wind passed, swaying your footing, almost tumbling you over but a hand to your wrist pulled you back just in time before it could happen. Your breath was caught in the throat due to the event, and because of the stranger with platinum hair and ruby eyes that saved your life. He was.... breathtaking. "Careful, the wind can be flickering unexpectedly once in a while. It's a vast ocean after all." He smiled.
Venti
Troublemaker and muse
You raised an eyebrow as your beer fell off the table, a person climbing on it instead. You looked up to see who it was, silently grimacing over your spilled beer. "Are you gonna pay for my beer or not" you said looking up at him while he ran his fingers along the lyre, "I'll pay you back with my wonderful performance~!" You sighed in irritation.
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Your form busted through the tavern's door in the middle of the night, scanning over your surroundings before your eyes landed on the mop of green you were looking for. You swiftly made your way over, carrying the windy bard over your shoulder like a potato sack as you slid a pouch of mora in master Diluc's direction with an apologetic smile. "Put me downnnn I wanna kiss you!!" He whined on your shoulder as your face matched Master Diluc's hair.
Thoma
Ayaka's best friend
"Here let me help you with that." He took the heavy looking bags from your hand just as you entered the Kamisato estate. "Ah thank you Thoma." You smiled at him.
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"I'm also inviting (Y/n)." Ayaka spoke to her brother over supper and Thoma couldn't help but chime in," If they're coming, It'd be great if I can make their favourite dish." Ayaka and Ayato gave each other knowing looks as Thoma looked between them, confused, "Did I say something wrong?"
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"I'm sure (Y/n) could use some help for this event. I hand this task to you Thoma." Said Ayaka as she gently pushed him into a room and slid the door closed so he couldn't escape. "Thoma it's you-!" You squeaked, surprised by the sudden entrance. "Y-Yes Lady (Y/n). Lady Ayaka said I should help you if you were to face any difficulties. So do you need any assistance?" He scratched the back of his head. Your eyes fell onto the kimono belt in your head and then at him, your cheeks warming, "N-No it's fine." He wordlessly came towards you, taking the fabric from your hand, silently waiting for you to turn around as permission. You did, your breath getting caught in your throat as you felt his hands do their work, his hot breath hitting the back of your neck. A few moments passed, your head becoming lightheaded with each second until he did the final knot, whispering in your ear, "It's done, my princess."
Gorou
Subordinates to lovers
"Bear with it" you said as you poured the disinfectant over your commander's bleeding gash. He suppressed a hiss as you blowed on the wound in hopes to make it feel less burning. "Can you be more careful Gorou? There was no reason for you to come in front of me to stop that arrow!" You glared at him. "Your mother entrusted you to me (Y/n)" he tried reasoning. "As if Lady Kokomi didn't tell me to bring you back safe and sound!" He just chuckled at that.
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You were laying down on the make shift infirmary's bed when a very happy Gorou emerged through the door, out of breath as if he ran all this way (yes he did) "(Y/n)! We did it! The war's over!" He ran over to you and hugged you tightly, you noticing how his tail was swaying back and forth. You chuckled. "I'm so happy (Y/n)! I can finally ask your mother for your hand in marri-" Your eyes widened.
"Oh god i shouldn't have said it like that- (Y/n)? (Y/n)?! Oh god don't faint-!"
Mhm, franatic Gorou is pretty cutee~
Kaeya
Fake dating
"Oh~, who is this pretty person beside you Kaeya?" Lisa ask, intrigued. "My partner." Kaeya smiled.
That was five months ago.
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You two sawyed from side to side to the silent beat of the music as you looked at him, "So when is your 'target' arriving Kaeya? It's been 4 hours." "Oh don't worry. He'll be here soon enough. My brother can be a little late. He is returning to Mondstadt after months after all." He replied, looking into your eyes just as the venue's door opened to reveal the said man. In the blink of an eye, Kaeya's face was buried in the crook of your neck, " The hell are you doing?!" You whisper yelled at the man, not knowing what he was up to now. If you knew something about Kaeya, it was his unpredictable mind. "Just making sure my brother believes this of course. He has very keen eyes for lies you see. I want to prove to him that I can infact find an adequate partner for myself." "You sure it's not because of that 5 dozen wine bottles he put at stake." "That's just an added bonus!" He smirked as he rose up to his full height, taking your chin in between his finger and thumb, bringing your face closer to his, " Plus, Who knows? I might actually persue it to make it real."
Neuvillette
Second chance [mates][immortal reader- non specified species]
"I'll wait for you" said the man you loved so dearly with a solemn look in his eyes. "Don't" was all you said before you departed to the underworld, having not done anything wrong yet having no choice.
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A hundred years passed since your own lover sealed your verdict, your heart wrenching with pain each time you think of it. 'He had his reasons. It's for the sake of fontaine.' Your heart longed for the hydro dragon, but you've made your heart think that 'He must have wanted this.'
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The day finally came when you reached the surface again, and what you didn't expect was to see him waiting at the entrance. "Neuvillette...." You whispered, your eyes trying to drink back the tears they started producing on their own. The said man walked towards you in slow strides, his mind detached from his surroundings except you. Strong arms engulfed you in a delicate embrace, cradling you against his chest as if you were made of porcelain. And as much as your mind told you to pull away, your hands only gripped him tighter, crying against him. A few moments passed when you looked up at him, " Where's your partner?" Your heart broke as you asked that question, but you needed to know. "Right in front of me." He whispered. It was hard for you to believe him, you expected him to move on. "Did you forget.." he started, his lips placing a delicate kiss on the corner of your lips," That dragons mate for life?"
Wriothesley
Classic Husband x Wife
As soon as you stepped foot into your husband's office, the door being shut behind you, you heard fumbling noise. You made your way up the rounded stairs, crossing your arms over your chest as you made your way over to him, "Don't tell me you're drinking tea again Wriothesley." You narrowed your eyes at him. "No of course not. Why would I drink more when you set a boundary of 7 per day" he chuckled. "Oh?" You raised an eyebrow, leaning against his desk as you wiped the corner of his lips," What's this then?" You showed him the sugar powder on your fingertip. He chuckled nervously, "You see-"
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Gentle kisses across your face is what woke you up, your hand tightening against the fabric....wait. You looked up and around you, realising you're in Wriothesley's office and in his lap, clutching onto his shirt. He softly kissed your forehead," Morning sunshine. Ready to go to the surface today?"
Lyney
Opposites attract
"Well someone looks a little out of it on a fine day like this." Your footsteps came to a halt as a guy stopped in front of you. His hand came up and passed by the side of your hair," Let me make it a little better" he chuckled as he pulled a rose 'out of your hair.' It was pretty, you thought taking it from him and giving him a small smile,"Thank you."
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You pulled him along with you by his ear gently while he tried keeping up with your pace," I was just entertaining them!" He reasoned as you continued walking," You were clearly still there when they told you they didn't wanna see your tricks." "But it looked like they could use some help!" He whined. "Not everyone deserves you lifting up their spirits Lyney." You sighed. "Well, I can always lift your spirits up. If you know what I mean." Bonk
Freminet
Fated divers
Your hands splashed the water around you as oxygen depleted at a fast rate from your body, you tried tugging on the vines tightly wrapped around your foot in hopes to break them but they won't let up. You extended your arms up in an attempt to swim back to the surface but it was becoming harder by the second. It wasn't long before black dots started covering your vision and you started sinking further down.
Your eyes open with a start, the endless water still surrounding you but there was a stranger, with his lips on yours.
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"Hey there Freminet~!"
"Oh hi (Y/n)" he gave you a small smile, looking up from where he was tinkering with clockwork. "I got you Seabird Sojourn!" You smiled as you sat beside him, looking closely at the details of his doing. You took his hand into yours, making his freckled cheeks blush a pink hue," Let's eat first before it gets cold."
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rougepancake · 1 year
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I can’t stop thinking about Husband!Zhongli who let you believe that we was innocent in bed, only to prove you wrong the longer you were married.
Warnings: 18+, sexually explicit content under cut, mentions of threesome, honestly just Zhongli being wild for you. Gn!Reader, minors and ageless blogs don’t interact.
- Husband!Zhongli who allowed you to “show him the ropes” when it came to being a good lover and tricked you into thinking he was both a god and a virgin.
- Husband!Zhongli who moaned so loudly the first time you made him cum, squirming around in the sheets and gazing at you lustfully.
- Husband!Zhongli who goes absolutely feral when he’s fucking you, not being able to control himself with how incredibly wonderful you make him feel.
- Husband!Zhongli who suggested that you have a threesome with Childe and loved seeing you squirm at the idea.
- Husband!Zhongli who whispers into your ear in a deep voice, “I will have order…” whenever you attempt to disobey him.
- Husband!Zhongli who becomes needy and childlike whenever you return from a long trip, only to fuck you like he hasn’t seen you in years afterwards.
- Husband!Zhongli who lets you ride him, becoming fully submissive to you as you toy with him and mock him like there’s no tomorrow.
- Husband!Zhongli who only ever lets you see him in such a state of desperation, regardless of his vulnerability, it only turns him on more.
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luxthestrange · 14 days
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G.I Incorrect Quotes#89 JUST y/n-
Childe and Lumine playing the guessing the number game...and they win a huge pot of mora...by now Lumine is winning by landslide-
Childe*Smirking at Lumine* Guess what number I'm thinking about?~
Lumine*Not batting an eyelash even* Y/n
Childe: ...Dammit!
Lumine:...This is embarrassing now
Paimon*Putting Lumine another win...total of zero wins for Childe*
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1) Pent Up Marriage (Arranged Marriage! Ayato x Reader)
Synopsis: You desperately want to make this marriage work, and after he cheated on you multiple times, you made the numbing decision on how to save it. It works! However, you’re now like a puppet to your husband, growing numb and emotionless. Ayato, on the other hand, seems to enjoy it.
Direct Quote: “Yeah, so…whenever you need it, just…tell me, you know. It doesn’t matter if you’re mad or frustrated or just needy, if you need to exert some kind of stress, just let it out on me.” You say, looking at him in the eye. He stared at you, not knowing what to say, but…kinda turned on. “…"I'll keep that in mind, then. Just be prepared in case I get violent or something. I can be...brutal."
TW: Non-con, Dub-con, Harsh s3x, Abus3, Groping, Somno, Forceful, Manipulation, Cheating
2) Love Hate Relationship (Actor Kaveh x F!Reader)
Synopsis: You and Kaveh are co-actors, made to be a “love team”. One day, you were both filming for your new movie and after a long day of work, you both settled in to your new hotel room…only to find out that your luggage was missing. Now, you’d need the help of your co-actor, who secretly enjoys you in this situation.
Direct Quote: “That shirt doesn’t fit you.” He grumbles, seeing how the shirt drapes down your shoulder. “Put it up.” He demands, looking away. “Can you blame it? It’s your shirt so of course it’ll be big.” You complain.
TW: Groping, Staring, Perv Behavior(?), BJ
3) BITE ME!~ (Guitarist Childe x F!Reader)
Synopsis: After you made a stupid decision when you were 18, you’re now left with a very BOLD tattoo. A few years later, Childe, the lead guitarist of DICKZ, seems to find it (and you) interesting. In fact, he wants you to make a couple more stupid decisions with him tonight. Are you up for an adventure with him?
Direct Quote: ”Alright, the sketch is done. Have a check at it before I tattoo it on.” The tattoo artist called out to Childe. He looks down, seeing it. “That. Looks. Amazing.” he chuckled as he sees the sketch of the tattoo on you. “Ready?” he asks, giving you a playful smirk as the artist preps the tattoo gun.
TW: Exhibitionism, leaving marks, dub-con (?)
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thatonegenshinsimp · 11 months
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Homework Part 2 (Modern AU fem!reader NSFW)
Part 1 here
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Characters: Childe, Diluc, Aether, Albedo, Kaeya, Alhaitham
Warnings: NSFW, dom!reader, sub!reader, fem!reader, cursing, riding (sex position), squirting, clothed sex, spanking (Kaeya), creampie, slight semi-public sex (Kaeya), dacryphilia
NSFW, Minors DNI, by scrolling down past this point, you have decided to read the content below of your own accord!
Childe
Childe was finishing up the last bit of an assignment for one of his classes when you walked in, having just woken up. It was nighttime by now, and you had been asleep because you’d decided to take a nap. You were wearing one of his shirts, which was hanging off of one of your shoulders. You walked over and sat on his lap, resting your head against his chest. “Mmm… how long have I been asleep?” You asked, looking up at him. He ruffled your hair gently as a smile appeared on his face. "You've been out for a little over three hours. Sorry I didn't wake you up sooner." he replied, looking down at you. You were always so adorable whenever you were half asleep like this. You moved on his lap to get comfortable, and were about to fall asleep when you felt him roll his hips against yours. You opened one of your eyes and looked up at him, mumbling to yourself before he leaned down and spoke.
“If you keep moving, I’m not going to be able to control myself for much longer.” He whispered, his voice low and smooth as it hit your ears. You looked up at him before you spoke. “Who said you had to control yourself?” You asked, your face reddening as he reached up under the skirt and hooked his thumbs under your underwear. “You sure you wanna do this right now? You look pretty tired.” He asked, his voice suddenly turning soft again. You nodded, gripping his shirt as you lifted your hips and watched as he threw the underwear on the floor. You kept your hips lifted before feeling him press against your entrance. You whined softly when he slowly slid in, your grip on his shirt tightening. Childe slowly rolled his hips against yours as you tried to take all of him, sighing softly when he finally bottomed out, pressing his hips tightly against yours. “Shh, stay still, hnn~ I still gotta finish my work.” He said, causing you to nod. You sat still and waited for him to finish, slowly adjusting to him as he worked. You still felt sleepy, and subconsciously rocked your hips against his. You hid your face in his chest, continuing to rock your hips against his. “Hey, what did I- Ngh~ what did I say? I need to- ahn~” he moaned softly, such a pretty noise to your ears, which now burned redder than roses. “I’ll take a break- hnng~” he muttered, before setting down his pencil and gently placing his hands on your hips. You felt his grip tighten on your hips as he lifted you up and dropped you back down on his lap. His tip knocked against your cervix, causing you to moan loudly against his chest. “AHh~ Mng~ Ajax!” You squealed, before he started moving faster. You could only hold onto his shoulders as he kept thrusting up into you, hitting all the right spots as you saw stars. “There you go, just let me take it from here, pretty thing.” He cooed, lifting one of your legs to get a better angle. You felt him hit that one spot that made you see stars, and cried out loudly as he kept going, hitting that spot over and over. Your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you came, squirting all over his lap. Your cheeks reddened and you hid your burning face in his shoulder as he came with a groan. He fucked you through it, not a care in the world that you had ruined his sweatpants. He smiled dreamily down at you, slowing his thrusts to where he rocked his hips against yours. Once you had both come down, he looked down at you, who was still hiding your face from him, and laughed when he realized why. "Aww, what's wrong? Are you embarrassed that you made a mess?" he asked, causing you to nod softly. "Aww, don't be. You look so pretty when you cum that hard. Why don't we go again?" he asked, grinning wildly down at you as he spoke. You could only shake your head as you pressed yourself close to him, feeling even more embarrassed. However, when he pulled you back and kissed you, you relaxed a little more. "Are you ok? You look a bit out of it." he said, causing you to nod. "Do you wanna just stay here for a bit?" he guessed, watching as you nodded quietly. "Ok, but this time, you have to stay still, alright?" he asked, causing you to nod. You felt him slowly readjust the two of you to where he was sitting a little more comfortably, before leaning against his chest as you rested. He looked down after a few minutes to ask you something, and then smirked when he saw that you were asleep. He resolved next time to finish his work and then finish inside of you instead of the other way around. He noticed the stain on his sweatpants and sighed. "Man, these were my favorite ones, too." he mumbled to himself.
Diluc
You were finishing up an assignment when Diluc walked into your room, knocking on the doorframe and clearing his throat. "Oh, hey, what is it?" you asked, turning your attention from the assignment to look at him. "Do you mind if I stay here for a bit? Kaeya's decided to be a royal pain in the ass today, and I don't want to deal with him right now." he said, causing you to nod as you rose from your seat. "Sure, do you want to stay with me while I finish this last assignment? We can cuddle afterward if that's what you want." you offered, before noticing the red that tinted his face. "Did... did Kaeya say something to you earlier?" you asked, causing him to shake his head. "No, it's just that..." he trailed off when he saw the doe eyed look you gave him, before he stepped closer and set his things beside the door, kicking it shut behind him. You knew what he wanted to say, and decided to help him out a bit. "Do you want me to sit on your lap while I work, instead? Because I still need to finish this assignment, since it's due tomorrow." you offered, causing him to nod wordlessly.
"Hnng~ Diluc, stay still, m'gonna cum if you don't s-stay- ahh~ stay still." you moaned, gripping the table with one hand as you held your pencil in the other. "Sorry, didn' mean to- ngh~ move." he bit his lip and held back a groan as you shivered slightly. You continued working slowly, rocking your hips against his every so often for a bit of relief. Diluc buried his face in your neck, kissing the sensitive skin before biting down and tugging at it with his teeth. He twitched slightly inside of you, groaning softly as you continued to work slowly. "I'm almost done, just hang in there for a little longer, ok?" you said, causing him to nod. "Ok." he replied, digging his fingers into the soft skin of your thighs. You finished the last problem and put the paper away, before lifting your hips and dropping back down on him, giggling softly as his hips jolted against yours. "Mmh~ you can move now, Diluc." you whispered, causing him to sigh in relief. "Thank you." you heard him whisper, before he stood up slowly and pressed your chest against the desk. "I'm sorry in advance if I make a mess." he mumbled, watching as you nodded softly. He braced himself on one arm and grabbed at your ass with the other, before pulling his hips back and slamming them into yours. After almost an hour of staying still with little to no friction, that alone was enough to make you cum. "Ahhngh~ 'Luc- hnn~ m'cumming- hAH~!" you gripped the desk tightly as he pulled back again and snapped his hips against yours, his knees almost giving out when your walls spasmed around him. You rode out your high slowly, as. "Th-thank you- fuck- thank you so much. Needed you s'bad it hurts." he slurred, kneading your ass as he leaned down and pressed kisses against your upper back, before he pulled back and started thrusting again, causing your walls to keep clenching harder around him. “Hnm~ m’gonna cum- ahhg~!” He pulled his hips taut against yours as he came, leaning down and kissing the back of your neck again. His cum sprayed out in thick ropes of white, filling you up and making you whimper as you leaned against the desk. “Are you ok?” He asked after a minute. “Mhmm~” you hummed softly, before yelping quietly as he flipped you over to get a good look at you. Diluc leaned down and kissed your lips, holding you close as he did so. After he pulled back, he pressed his forehead against yours. “Now then, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He asked, causing you to nod.
Aether
You dropped your stuff by the door and made your way past the living room to Aether’s room. You waved to Lumine as you passed her, receiving a wave in return. You and her got along well, and for that, your boyfriend was thankful. You came over to spend some time with him after changing out of your uniform and into a cuter outfit. You knocked on the door, hearing a faint “enter” from the other side of the door. You opened the door and walked in, closing it behind you. “Hey.” You said, walking over and resting your head on top of his as your arms snaked around his waist. “Oh, hey.” He said, turning around to face you. “Homework?” You guessed, causing him to nod. “Yeah, it’s the worst.” He groaned, turning around and going back to his assignment. “Did you finish yours?” He asked, still looking over a particularly difficult problem on the sheet. “Yeah, I brought it with me, if you want help with yours.” You offered. Aether nodded, inviting you to join him on his bed. “We can study like this.” He said, grabbing his homework from the desk and sitting beside you. “Ok, I’m struggling with problem two and problem five now, but I got the other ones.” He said, showing you the sheet. You leaned against him, taking the sheet from him as you spoke. “Problem two takes you back to using the basics of our first unit in this class. You have to think back to simpler problems to solve these.” You said, looking up at him. He picked up his pencil and got his phone, pulling up the lesson and starting to solve the problems he missed. You, meanwhile, were thinking of all the things you wanted him to do to you once the two of you were done. Aether handed you the sheet once he finished the problems and asked you to check it, watching as you looked through them. “Hey, can you do me a favor after this?” He asked. “Depends on the favor.” You replied, giving him a knowing look. Your eyes flicked over to him as his face flushed, and he hid his face in his hands. You laughed, continuing to check over the problems before setting the sheet on the nightstand. “They’re all correct.” You said, causing him to nod softly. You then straddled his lap, leaning in and pressing your lips against his. “I’ve missed you for a while now, why so busy all of a sudden?” You asked. “Mmh, well, finals are coming up, and I've been trying to turn in the mounds of homework the teachers keep giving us now that the year's coming to a close. However, this is, thankfully, the last assignment I have to do before we start going over the final in this class." he said, causing your eyes to light up. "Why are you like this?" he grumbled, hiding his face again. "Because you look absolutely adorable whenever you get all blushy like this." you said, pulling back and starting to unbutton your shirt as you spoke. "Are the walls soundproof? Because if not, we can head over to my place to do this." you said, watching as he gave you a look. "What? I may be horny, but I have standards. Besides, I don't think that Lumine would like to know what the two of us do together in the room next to hers almost every time she's not here." you giggled, causing him to sigh deeply. "She's having a girl's night at Fischl's place tonight, and she's already left by now." he said, making sure he was right when he called for her down the stairs after getting up and opening his door. When silence was all that answered him, he closed his door and got back on his bed with you, letting you straddle him again.
He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side, watching as you went to unzip your skirt. "Keep it on." he mumbled, watching as your face reddened, but you complied with his wishes. You watched him reach under and take your underwear off, throwing them on the floor before he told you to lift your hips a little. You did, lifting them until you felt the pads of his fingers up against your slit. "Gotta stretch you out, or else it'll hurt, right?" he asked, causing you to nod. You sighed softly when he slid two fingers into you, his thumb brushing up against your clit as you leaned against him for support. You grinded your hips against his hand as he drew sloppy circles against your clit, scissoring his fingers inside of you and curling them to hit your sweet spot. "Aether, please." you whispered, causing him to look up at you as he spoke. "Are you sure? I don't want you to hurt yourself." he asked, causing you to nod. "Please." you whispered, gasping when he pulled his fingers out and undid his pants with the other hand, taking his cock out and pumping himself a few times. He grabbed your thigh and slowly guided you down on him, grunting softly as you took him in one go. He fell back against the pillows and let your walls spasm a bit around him, slowly adjusting to the way you were squeezing and clenching around him. His breathing was ragged and uneven as he tried to calm down, but you noticed, and swiveled your hips against his as he throbbed against your gooey walls. "Hnn~ hey, slow down, m'gonna cum if you keep doing that before I'm ready." he whined, gripping your hips tightly. Aether lifted your hips after a minute and groaned when you clenched around him from the sudden movement. You pulled back and looked down at him, slamming your lips against his as you slowly lifted your hips and dropped back down on him. You moaned against his mouth as you reached up and pulled his hair out of its braid, letting it fall loose as you tangled your fingers in it and tugged on it. He kept kissing you, bucking his hips up into yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist and fisted the back of your shirt. You kept bouncing on him, pulling away after a minute as you spoke. "You're such a good- ahH~ such a good kisser, Aether. I just wanna kiss you over and- hAH~ over again." you moaned, your face flushed red as you spoke. He could only babble praises to you as the two of you got closer to your orgasms. He twitched inside of you as he picked up the pace and his thrusts got sloppier. You pulled your hands away from his hair and pressed them against his chest, the contrast between your cold hands and his warm chest making him shiver as he kissed you again. He reached for one of your thighs and lifted it over his shoulder, the new angle serving to force him deeper inside of you. "Mngh~ Aether!" you cried out as he kept you teetering on the edge of your release. "Please, please lemme cum- ahHN~!" you cried out as he hit particularly deep, shoving you over the edge of bliss as you came. He moaned loudly as you spasmed around him, your gummy walls clenching and squeezing him for all he was worth as he fell over the edge after you. He lifted your skirt and saw you sucking him in, keeping him inside of you as you milked him. "Hnng~! Feels s'good when you squeeze me like this." he groaned, letting you have all he could give before he fell back and collapsed against the bed, panting heavily. You slowly came down from your high as he kept rolling his hips against yours, fucking you through it. After a few minutes, you laid down against his chest and locked your ankles around his waist, sighing softly as you spoke. "You're lucky I played it safe tonight and took the pill." you mumbled sleepily, watching as he nodded softly. You were exhausted, but gasped softly when he kissed you, picking you up and flipping the two of you over. "Alright, you had your fun, now it's my turn." he said, looking down at you with a lustful look in his eyes. You better be ready, because you're not leaving that bed until he's fucked you dumb.
Albedo
You were working on your chemistry homework when Albedo, your boyfriend, walked in, turning the chair around as he spoke. "Care to let me help?" he asked, causing you to nod. Albedo took the paper from you and prompted you to get up, taking a seat in the chair and letting you straddle him. You were almost done, and could check the homework so far with the notes, except for the last problem. The last one was a sort of bridge problem into the next unit of the class, which Albedo was excelling in, as always. He was the type to do science experiments in his free time for extra credit and actually have the time to do them, as well as enjoy them. However, he sometimes took it a bit too far, like the time he did one in your house and almost set the kitchen on fire. He had to deep clean the counter tops to get rid of the smell of chemicals so that your parents didn't know. Now, he stuck to more tame ones than that, and usually asked you to help him. "After this, I'll need your assistance for my research. Can you help me with that?" he asked, looking up from the paper at you as he spoke. "Sure, I guess, so long as it's not something as wild as that one time." you said, causing him to shake his head. "No, far from it. The only chemical I can think of that is produced during this particular experiment is dopamine." he explained, confusing you. "Isn't that a chemical that only the brain really produces?" you asked, causing him to nod. "This particular experiment tests how much dopamine the human brain produces when someone is exposed to certain stimuli." he said, fascinating you. "That sounds cool, but it would have to cater to the person's particular interests or wants, wouldn't it?" you asked. "Well, yes, and I've done that. If you want, we can start now." he offered. "Sure." you replied, not knowing what you'd just gotten yourself into. "Alright then, to start, you'll have to trust me." he said, causing you to nod. "Ok, why are you saying that?" you asked, causing him to sigh as you readjusted on his lap for the nth time, causing the tent in his pants to worsen. "I need you to lift your hips a little." he said, causing you to do so. He reached under your skirt, his cold bare hands against your skin causing you to jolt slightly. "H-hey, what are you doing?" you asked nervously, before feeling him hook his thumbs under the waistband of your underwear. He pulled them down and threw them on the floor, before moving on to undo his pants. "I said I'd made sure that the experiment was catered to your wants, unless you're telling me that you don't want to do this?" he asked, causing you to look to the side nervously. “If you’re nervous, then I promise you that I’ll be gentle.” He said, watching as you nodded softly. “Please.” You whispered, hiding your face in his hair. Albedo undid his pants and slid them down, holding your hips in place as he pressed his thumb against your clit and his tip against your slit. “Are you ready? We can take this to the bed if you want to.” He offered. You shook your head and wrapped your arms around his neck, slowly sliding down on him.
His grip on your hips tightened as you slid further down his shaft, his hand going up to cradle the back of your head and pull you closer to press his lips against yours. He bucked his hips up against yours, causing you to gasp softly. He rested his forehead against your shoulder and sighed as he bottomed out, sighing deeply as he relaxed a little. He looked up at you as his face reddened, speaking softly. “I think my experiment is- ngh~ is a success.” He mumbled, kissing your neck. He lifted your hips and dropped you back down on his lap, groaning softly as you moaned from the delicious friction you were receiving. “Ahh~ ‘Bedo, mnh~ m’so full!” You whined, wrapping your arms around his neck as you started lifting your hips again. His spongy tip always hit so deep, his thick girth making you feel nice and full every time. You rested your head on top of his, grinding against him every few thrusts. “Does it- Mngh~ does it feel good?” He asked, bucking his hips up against yours. You could only whine and moan as you slowly lifted your hips and dropped back down on him. He groaned loudly as you spasmed around him, leaning up and kissing your neck. “A-Ahhn~ Hnng~ ‘Bedo please, please lemme cum!” You pleaded, gasping and moaning loudly when he reached upwards and grabbed your breasts, pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipples. “HAH~ please don’t stop- hAhn~! M’so close!” You felt his tip bump up against your cervix as his thrusts got sloppier. “That’s it, just keep- hnng~ keep squeezing me just like that. M’gonna- Anh~!” He moaned softly into your neck as he came, his orgasm triggering yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rode out your high with him, his cum slightly leaking out of your stuffed cunt. He scooped it up with two fingers and pushed them right back in, causing you to let out a high pitched whine in protest to his actions. He waited for you to calm down enough to understand what he was saying before he spoke. “Did you like the experiment?” He asked, lifting his head from your neck as he panted softly. You nodded softly, burying your red face in his hair. “Do you want me to stay inside for a little longer?” He asked, causing you to nod again. “Alright, just let me know if you get uncomfortable, ok?” He asked, looking up at you. He was about to say something when he noticed that you were asleep, and eyed the homework on the desk. “Well then, we can’t have you stressing over schoolwork like this, can we?” He asked, speaking to himself. He picked up the pencil and slowly moved the chair back closer to the desk, looking over the problems as you slept. Albedo would surprise you with this tomorrow, even though he didn’t usually help people or do their homework for them, but he felt that he at least owed you that since you were now asleep because of him. He finished the paper and set it down on the desk, before leaning back against the chair as you moved on his lap a little in your sleep. He decided to clean you up, balancing you carefully in his arms as he carried you to the bathroom. He was very tentative as he wiped you down with a warm wet wash rag, before carrying you to the bed and getting in with you. The two of you would wake up later and probably end up just sleeping in what you were wearing now, not that you were complaining, since Albedo always wore such comfortable clothes. He pulled you close to him under the covers and fell asleep, his head against your chest as he rested peacefully.
Kaeya
There were few who disliked Kaeya Alberich, and many who wanted to date him. He was very popular since he was on the track team. Not to mention that he was easy to talk to, and a very social person. You, on the other hand, weren’t, and didn’t really like going to social events all that often. Every time he dragged you out to eat with him and the rest of the track team at Teyvat College, you always just clung to him and let him do the talking. However, going out on such short notice drained your social battery and made you feel exhausted when you got home. Tonight, he was planning on taking you out to dinner with them again, but when he got to your place, he saw that you had on a pair of headphones as you steadily finished your homework.
Kaeya walked up to you and gently lifted the headphones off of your ears, before gently kissing your neck. “Hey there, sweetheart~” he said, causing you to turn around in your chair at your desk and get up. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him, resting your head against his shoulder. “Hey.” You mumbled, reaching for your headphones. He lifted them out of reach for you, smirking as you huffed softly. “Kae, give them back, please?” You asked, reaching for them again. You stood on your chair and balanced on your toes to reach, grabbing his shoulder and leaning up to get them. You fell forward, causing him to wrap his arms around your legs to balance you as he stepped backward to keep you from falling. Due to your position, he had his face pressed right up against your chest. “Oh my, if I weren’t as smart as I am, I’d say that you did that on purpose.” He said. Your face reddened as he chuckled softly. “Please put me down.” You mumbled, covering your face with your hands. You had been having a bit of an off week, and wanted to relax and stay at home today. You looked down at him as he sighed, setting you down gently. “Do you want to go with me and the guys to dinner? We just finished a meet a few hours ago, so they should be ready by now.” He asked, leaning down and kissing you. “Can we just stay here? It’s been a long week, and I also still have homework to do.” You mumbled, looking up at him. “Hmm, I suppose we could.” He said, handing you back your headphones. You put them on the desk and went to sit back down when Kaeya sat down in your chair and dragged you down into his lap. You looked back at him, but he just gave you a reassuring smile and told you to keep working. “If you’re willing, after you’re done with your work, we can go out and get something to eat just the two of us.” He offered, causing you to nod softly. You picked up your pencil and went back to work, looking over the paper and making sure each problem was filled in correctly.
You pushed yourself forward a bit, before feeling Kaeya’s hands on your hips as he dragged you back onto his lap. He dragged you over the tent in his pants, grunting softly at the feeling of the friction he desperately craved. “Stay still, sweet thing, unless you plan on fixing the problem you just caused.” He said, pushing the chair forward a bit so that you were closer to the desk. He reached under your skirt and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your underwear, pulling them off and throwing them on the floor. You shuddered when he pressed the pads of his fingers against your slit. He slowly pushed two digits into you, scissoring them to stretch you out. You couldn’t help but grind back against his hand as he fingered you open, cupping a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet. “Aww, come on, don’t get all shy on me now.” He cooed, pressing his thumb against your clit. You moaned loudly as he drew hard circles against your clit, curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot. “Ahhn~! Kaeya, I- Ngh~ need to finish my work.” You kept grinding against his fingers, so close to the edge of bliss, but whined softly when he completely pulled them out, smirking down at you. You felt him move his hands to spread your legs, and then heard him unbuckling his belt. Before you could look back, he moved the paper away from you and pressed his tip against your slit, dragging himself against it. You looked back at him and spoke. “Please just let me finish this last problem before anything else.” You said, causing him to sigh. “Fine, I suppose I can wait.” He said, pulling back and letting you finish the problem. Once you were done, you put the paper in your folder and then looked back at him, nodding softly. “Are you sure you want to? While I admire the fact that you’re so very needy right now, I wouldn’t mind waiting until after dinner to do this with you.” He said, turning you around to face him. Your face was flushed and your eyes were half lidded as you nodded softly. “Use your words. I can’t do anything unless you tell me what to do.” He said, causing you to sigh before you spoke. “Yes.” You mumbled against his neck, before yelping as Kaeya quickly turned you around and pressed his tip against your entrance, pinning your chest against the desk. “H-hey, what are you- AAhng~!” He cut you off by shoving himself up to the hilt inside of you, watching as you clawed at the desk and whimpered softly. “Hnn~ look at you, so- ah~ so tight, so warm, all just for me. Isn’t that right, pretty thing?” He asked, taking hold of one of your legs and raising it slightly. He stayed still for a few minutes, and was about to move when his phone rang, causing him to jump a little in surprise. You felt his spongy tip bump up against your cervix, and moaned softly as he bent down and grabbed his phone from his bag beside the desk. The contact displayed was Diluc’s, and despite the rather compromising situation he was in, he still answered the call.
“Hey, where are you? I just got here and you said that you and (Y/N) were going to be here in a few minutes.” He said, clearly annoyed with him. “I’m at her place, she felt bad, so I’m staying here to take care of her this time.” He said, covering his mouth and holding the phone away from himself as you grinded against him. “Why is she feeling bad? She looked to be fine yesterday.” Diluc asked. Your body jolted as Kaeya lifted your skirt and pushed it up your hips, before he reeled his free hand back and brought it down on the fat of your ass, covering your mouth to muffle your cry of surprise and pain. “She’s been feeling a bit under the weather lately is all.” He said, forcing your hips still. You moaned softly, slightly frustrated that he stopped moving, and defiantly pushed your hips back against his. He slapped your ass again, before hearing Diluc speak. “Ok, just tell her that I hope she feels better when we get back next week, since Spring break is almost over. She really can’t afford to miss any more of the lessons in Mr. Zhongli’s class.” He said, sighing. “I will, see you when I get home.” Kaeya replied, before hanging up the phone and setting it back down in his bag. He then turned to you and slapped your ass again. “Needy little slut, you almost gave me away. You should be grateful that I’m so good to you.” He said, continuing to slap your ass. He was about to do it again when you spoke. “M’sorry, Kae, didn’ mean to.” You mumbled, tears in your half lidded eyes as you looked back at him. He sighed, massaging your ass. “Are you ok?” He asked, rolling his hips against yours as you gripped the desk tighter. You panted and moaned softly, turning to look back at him. “S’too much, feels too good.” You whined, before gasping as he kissed your neck. “Shh, shh, relax, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel good.” He cooed, before giving a particularly rough thrust that had you practically sobbing his name. “Nnh~ Kae-ya- AhHn~! R-right there, please- mmnh~!” Tears rolled down your cheeks as he sank his teeth into the area where your neck and collarbone met. You whined and sobbed as he picked up his pace and fucked into you a little rougher. “Does that feel good?” He asked, knowing that you were close. “Mnh~ y-yes- aHh~!” You pushed your hips back to meet his thrusts, before crying out as his thumb found your clit again and started drawing hard circles into your bundle of nerves as his tip hit the spot deep inside of you that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back into your head. You wailed his name as you came, trembling under his touch as he lifted your leg and kept thrusting. “AhHNg~ Kaeya- ahH~!” You felt him twitch inside of you as he spoke. “Do you want it- fuck- inside?” He asked, eyes widening slightly as you nodded softly. “Mmh~ please~!” You sobbed, gasping as he slammed into you one last time and came. You whined and gasped as he fucked you through it, ropes of sticky white filling you up in thick spurts. You grinded back against him and milked him for all he was worth, spasming and squeezing around him as he started slowing down. He finally slowed his hips to a stop against yours, panting softly as you looked back up at him. “Do you feel better now?” He asked, causing you to nod wordlessly. You slowly pushed yourself up and balanced on your forearms, before gasping as he flipped you over onto your back. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” He mumbled. You did as he said, locking your ankles around his waist. Kaeya lifted you up and supported you with his arm underneath you, his other arm keeping you pressed close to him. You held onto him tightly, your eyes shut as you rested against him. He walked over to the bed and got under the covers, unzipping and taking off your skirt. You sighed heavily and relaxed against him as he continued undressing you. When the two of you were both completely undressed, you felt him slowly pull out, whining loudly at the sudden change of stretch. You leaned against him as you slowly fell asleep, with him following soon after.
Alhaitham
Being a student majoring in English, Alhaitham was usually found in the library or in his apartment after the school day ended. If ever you needed to find Alhaitham, Kaveh, his roommate, was the best person to ask. He would find him most of the time in either of these places with a book in his hand and his computer in his lap, studying for the next report that was due in one of his classes. The library was seldom used by others, which is why Alhaitham went there more often than his apartment. However, when he started dating you, that changed, and he started bringing you over to his place to have dinner and study with him. He was often the one who cooked, mostly leaving Kaveh to make his own dinner, but occasionally he made some extra and gave it to him. More often than not, Kaveh just stayed with Cyno and Tighnari in their apartment, spending the night there most of the time.
Alhaitham finally turned in the paper he had been writing for the past two weeks, before turning to look at you, who was on your phone. You were wearing your favorite skirt and your favorite shorts underneath, since today was hotter than usual. You, noticing his gaze on you, looked over at him and smiled softly. “Did you finish the paper?” You asked, watching as he nodded. “Isn’t that the last paper of the year or something?” You asked, moving over closer to him and sitting down on his lap, straddling him. “It is, did you finish your assignments?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist as you nodded. “So, what do you wanna do now that we’re both done with our work for the day?” You asked, moving a little on his lap to get more comfortable. “You.” He said, his hold on you tightening a little bit. Your cheeks reddened as you looked at him, before looking away from him and resting your head against his shoulder. He’d always been straightforward like this with his wants from you, but it still caught you off guard every time. “May I?” He asked, looking down at you. You nodded wordlessly, before he lifted your chin to where you were looking at him again. “Use your words.” He said. “Yes.” You muttered, wrapping your legs around his waist and letting him carry you from the living room to his room.
Your back hit his bed as he stared you down. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, his gaze softening slightly as he looked at you. You nodded wordlessly, your eyes half lidded already as Alhaitham pulled your leg up to his shoulder and hooked his thumb under the waistband of your underwear. He slowly slid them off, throwing them on the floor. He threw his belt to the floor and put his headphones on the nightstand, unbuttoning his shirt soon after. He remembered something, and walked to the door to lock it, before walking back to the bed. He then pinned you down against the mattress as he pulled his cock out of his pants. He got under the covers with you and watched as you looked up at him with wide eyes. “Do you want me on top this time or not?” He asked, watching you think for a minute. “I’ll be on top this time.” You said, gasping softly as he flipped the two of you over and held your hips over his. You felt his tip press up against your entrance, and whined loudly as he slid into you slowly. It always felt like too much at first, but he always made sure you were ok before he ever started moving. You moaned loudly as he finally bottomed out, wrapping your legs around his waist as he grunted softly. Alhaitham looked up at you and sighed deeply, muttering a soft “sorry” before he thrusted his hips up against yours. “HnAHhn~!” You held onto him tightly, your nails digging into his broad shoulders underneath his shirt, leaving little red crescent moons in their wake. He loved it when you scratched up his back like this, the sting of your nails digging into his skin bringing a sort of pleasure along with the pain. He grabbed your hips gently with his large hands, grunting softly as he lifted you and let you sink back down on his cock. The moment his spongy tip hit your cervix, you gasped and moaned loudly, before pushing him onto his back against the bed. His head hit the pillow as you looked down at him, spreading your legs further to fit even more of him inside. You grinded down against his lap, your nails scratching up and down his chest. He kept thrusting up into you, the sound of skin on skin reverberating off the walls along with the sound of your moans and the lewd sounds of squelching from between your legs. “AhH~! HnNg~! ‘Haitham- Ngh~ s’big, please- ngHAn~!” You were babbling at this point, and he was dead set on fucking you dumb tonight. “Please what? I need you to use your words, sweetheart, or I don’t know what to do.” He said, giving a particularly rough thrust that had you moaning and clenching tightly around him. “Come on, you can tell me.” He coaxed, his palms gently cupping your face. “Mngh~ please cum inside. I wanna feel you so bad, wanna feel you deep inside- AhNng~!” You moaned, tears welling up in your eyes as his hips slammed upwards into yours. “Mnh~ since you asked so sweetly…” he groaned loudly as you leaned down and kissed him, locking your ankles around his waist. “Look at you, such a sweet mess for my eyes alone.” He hummed, gently taking your hands into his. Your tears rolled down your cheeks as you all but sobbed his name, teetering on the edge of blissful release. Your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you came, clenching and squeezing around his cock as you squirted on his lap. Alhaitham grabbed at your hips and slammed them down against his, a low moan leaving his lips as he came. His cum filled you up in thick spurts that painted your gooey walls white. Your cunt sucked him right back in as he rocked his hips against yours to ride out his high, milking his heavy balls dry. You came down slowly, gasping and panting as you flopped down on his chest, exhausted from so much pleasure and overwhelming stimulation.
Alhaitham looked at you as you hid your face in his neck, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close as he looked down at his lap. “These were my favorite pants, naughty girl.” He teased, his voice a low rumble in your ear. He knew you weren’t even halfway paying attention to him, but he didn’t care. He flipped the two of you over and pulled out slowly, kissing you to silence your whines of displeasure. You slowly relaxed against the bed, covering your eyes as his cum leaked out of your sensitive cunt. He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom to clean you off. He slowly undressed you and himself completely, leaving your clothes and his in a pile on the floor beside the door. You sighed deeply as your skin made contact with the warm water, relaxing almost instantly. You hummed softly as he got in the water with you, pulling you closer as he spoke. “We can get out in a few minutes when you’re ready, ok?” He asked, causing you to nod. After what felt like an hour, you’d finally relaxed completely, and felt lucid enough to say something as he finished conditioning your hair. “Can we get out now?” You asked, looking back at him. “Of course we can. Are you sure you want to?” He asked, watching as you nodded wordlessly. Alhaitham got up and out of the bath to get some towels, returning several minutes later with a few in his arms. He slowly helped you sit on the rim of the bath and wrapped you up in the towel. “I changed the sheets, that’s why I was gone a little longer.” He said, carrying you to the bed. You sighed, letting him take care of you as you dozed off in his arms. He set you down under the covers and dried himself off, before getting in bed with you and falling asleep with you in his strong arms.
Perhaps he could end study sessions like this more often.
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POV: you’re the hot waiter, and they’d pay you to brush their shoulder again
a/n: “you should include lore one day” no. includes childe, kaeya, albedo, diluc, xiao, zhongli. tw!!! implied sexual harassment but not more than a sentence in xiao’s. 
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CHILDE: keeps asking for water as an excuse to see you. It’s maybe his fifth glass when he catches you glancing, and he’s so confident that long restroom lines don’t matter when your long peeps at bobbing adam’s apple. So what if he paid Teucer to finish his water quicker, and so what if he told the other waiter that VIP guests only deserve the best water from your pitcher? Let Childe think that tap water’s different when you’re tapping his buttons on if he really does need a 10th glass of water for a table of two, but Childe would really prefer it if you were removing his shirt’s buttons. Because maybe he wants to drink in the way you smile, the way you laugh at Teucer’s latest story about sand crabs on beaches, and ask if you’d like hugs behind kitchen sinks or being swept up in his arms when brooms have never been the shape of you. And sure, his snapback might be backwards, but Childe’s always been the type to bend backwards if it means to catch sight of your heated cheeks (or smile) again. 
KAEYA: purposely spills water on himself so his white shirt can cling onto his figure. How was he supposed to remember that water was on his end of the table? How did he conveniently let your figure against the table’s frame and let gravity be a truth? Yes, gravity is cruel when water outlines well-worked for muscles and puffed chests. Ah, yes, gravity is an ugly mistress when you drop apologies and soak paper towels in an attempt to make water disappear. But, Kaeya thinks, making his shirt disappear is so much easier. And don’t let your hands disappear when he does need them to punch in his number on your phone for your offer on dry cleaning that dress shirt of his. And, yeah, this restaurant may not have doggy bags, but he’d like to take you out Sunday night if you’re free. (Because, maybe it does boost a bit of his ego when Kaeya catches you staring, or how his biceps can prove to catch more than hesitant glances. Maybe he won’t regret letting Albedo groan and forcing him to stay in the bathroom when Kaeya could be your main course today.)
ALBEDO: Klee says you should kiss him to make it better when he’s burned his hand against the KBBQ grill, and Albedo might just now need to work on his autobiography on the top 10 things that caused his fall from grace. Sure, Albedo might have been praying you didn’t notice him lowering his voice a few octaves down. And sure, Albedo might think you’re pretty enough to be given half of his paycheck when he’s ordered two different meals past the family budget. But Albedo might have not entirely believed that Klee would’ve caught on even if it had been their third night here this week. Kaeya’s trying to not laugh, Albedo’s trying to not let blush consume his neck and cheeks, but you smile (enough to make Albedo wish he brought a heart monitor). And you let out a giggle, offer him a glance and brighten up the room when he’s not being so bright with his words right now. You don’t let food go to waste and provide him the additional service of tasting his lips if interested. 
VENTI: is the center of the world, or maybe just the center of your world even if it’s only for a few seconds. Let the lines of Rex Orange County escape his lips because you’re not the one to press them closed. Picks up the mic when your manager is yelling at you for a band’s missed booking, and twirls the wires with the hope that there’s some autotune because you’re watching with bright eyes now. And, even when there’s possibly puke in your hair or half-chewed spaghetti on your shoes, he thinks you’re really pretty. You smell like sweat, tears and minimum wage, but all Venti can really think about is the way you smile like he’s single-handedly saved your ass from angry bosses today. Because you might slow dance in the arms of checks and tips, but Venti wonders if you’d look nice in the sleeves of his overpriced jean jacket that’s got him convinced on why you keep staring (or at least the reason why he’s so clammy). 
XIAO: hits the guy who keeps harassing you and touching you with little to no regard of public decency. You could’ve handled it, you’re good enough to throw a punch, you’re smart enough for emergency codes, but Xiao’s not ready to let all his unsubtle staring go to waste. And maybe it’s because Xiao’s not good at dancing in bars, slipping numbers in napkins and hoping that a big tip appeals to you. He’s only good at hiding his ears when they burn from the moment you two brush knees, trying to remember if your and his zodiac are compatible, and blushing when you lean closer for a better view of his bruise. You might think it hurts when he isn’t being as cool as ice, you might think he’s stupid, or that he’s dumber for even trying to sport socks and sandals together, but all you really do think is that he looks prettier in neon lights. Because, when you’re so sure that you can hear Venti’s voice inside for miles and miles, all you offer is some lessons on how to tango because his heart’s already got the tempo. 
DILUC: Perhaps he really is being, as the youths said, a little out of pocket for this. Leaving bad restaurant reviews on the only other bar in this strip mall was not the best thing to be happening to him at the moment, but a bar owner’s gotta do what he’s gotta do. While he didn’t start this fight, he’s not going down as the guy with “the worst bar with the ugliest owner ever” as his legacy. Which is why his next tactic is so dastardly: what better way to destroy a rival than to infiltrate their services. Really, he thinks, it’s almost too clever. Unfortunately, the obscenely attractive person waiting at these tables is possibly the nicest person he’s ever met. Which means when he writes his next scathing review, he’s going to feel a little bad for the angel who waited for him. You read the very same review the next day, because you’ve been ceaselessly entertained by the increasingly absurd claims that the other bar owner keeps leaving on Yelp. To your consternation, there’s a note at the very end, detailing your attention to the table settings, amiability, and the perfect service, even a suggestion of a raise and a promise to come back. You can only chuckle at the thought of the mysterious restaurateur from the next bar to pull up with another bad mustache and hat. Though you don’t have any favorites with your customers, it seems this man is starting to fill all five stars in your heart.
ZHONGLI: he is a liar, a bad liar that likes convincing Childe about this was definitely the last time they should travel to this dingy restaurant to pick up the incredibly cute waiter. And in the time it takes to convince Childe, again, that “This is seriously a one time thing, I’m almost certain I’ll get the bill next time!”, he even starts to believe himself. After all, Zhongli’s only two cents short this time, which is at least a step in the right direction because he didn’t think this far.  All he really thinks is how pretty you look underneath cheap bar lights and with a small laugh at him. You’re seriously much too cute to be here, too cute to have himself strut up to the counter with Childe's hard earned cash. He almost pulls it off too, until he ends up knocking the toothpick dispenser down. Well, that’s the end to this almost romance, he can’t come back here. Maybe he’ll try again once he steals someone’s identity. You’re too nice for your own good when you tell him that it’s fine, he doesn’t need to foot the poor dispenser’s repair bill. Now, he owns an obscene amount of toothpicks he will most definitely need to not look at in disgust when he goes home after this. Zhongli rushes Childe out the door after a few hurried moments pressed over the table. 
You come back later to clean up, a little sad that the cute guy and his redhead friend probably won’t be coming back after this. But surprisingly, contact info and an apology are left in the toothpicks, to someone named Zhongli. And you can’t help but chuckle because, maybe, this part time job can get you a to-go date.
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Kinktober day 13/14: Monsterfucking + blood - Childe/Foul Legacy Transformation x reader
Warnings/tags: Monsterfucking, his dick is like 14 inches, fem!reader. Once Childe transforms, Foul Legacy gets it/its pronouns. Blood is mentioned, unrealistic sex, Foul Legacy is kind of horror movieified. Slight dub con. It sticks its tongue down your throat. You bleed from multiple things. Mentions of breeding too.
Reader really wants Childe to fuck her in his Foul Legacy transformation.
The first time you asked Childe to fuck you in his foul legacy form, he said no.
Immediately shut you down. Outright refused. Wouldn’t even let you start up with a word of argument- he was so violently opposed to the idea- convinced there was no way you could take that version of him, in any way.
But you were, if anything, stubborn. You were sure you could handle it! You knew you could! And you showed Childe that every opportunity you got- stretching yourself wider and wider till you could nearly take your whole hand. A proud grin on your face as you straddled him- giving him the perfect view to see exactly how much you could take.
You were just so determined to prove to Childe that you could handle it- and no matter how many times he told you “No. It would destroy you.” you persisted. Eventually wearing down his walls enough to just get him to have an open conversation about the topic.
You were curled up against Childe’s side, looking up at him as he stuttered in exasperation and desperately tried to explain to you just how bad of an idea this was. “It’ll break you- it'll rip you apart!”
“No. It won’t. I showed you I could take it, so you gotta at least come up with a new excuse.” You responded, huffing.
“It’s still a bad idea! Being exposed to that much abyssal energy is dangerous! It’s no-“ You cut him off, a bit of pride rising in your chest as you revel in having anticipated this argument beforehand. “I talked to Dottore. He said it’s fine.”
Childe frowns, choosing to set the whole bringing-a-mad-man-into-your-sexlife thing aside for later, and instead focusing on the current subject. “I don’t believe him, he’s not exactly trustworthy.”
“He’s competent.”
“He’s a psychopath.”
“But a competent one.”
Childe sighs, angling your head and looking into your eyes as he speaks in a more serious tone. “You don’t understand. When I’m like that- Foul Legacy isn’t me. I’m not able to control myself- it’s all instincts, there’s no self control, there’s no thinking, only doing. It’s-it’s like I’m an animal. And I don’t want you to see me like that and be… scared of me.”
You, very calmly and methodically, explain to him: That. Is. Exactly. What. You. Want.
After that night, it still takes another week's worth of convincing before you get him to agree, and then another week of prep before the big day. And when it finally comes, you can’t help but feel a twinge of regret over not listening to Childe’s warnings. Because oh holy shit. That’s a lot bigger than you had been expecting-
You had seen Foul Legacy before, of course, but only from far away. Up close was a whole new thing. It was 10 feet. Easily. Childe Foul Legacy absolutely towered over you, you couldn’t hide how you trembled and practically cowered underneath its watch. Dressed intricately in an array of dark purples and reds, purple sparks crackled and fizzled in the air surrounding it. The only hint of Childe remaining was the messy nest of ginger hair that stuck out from behind Foul Legacy’s mask (face? You couldn’t tell).
You understood what Childe meant. This wasn’t him, this was Foul Legacy.
“Is this what you wanted?”
You flinch as you hear Foul Legacy speak, forcing your head into a shaky nod. Its voice is deep, scratchy, and barely recognizable as Childe’s. Despite the words clearly ringing through the room, there’s no movement from its mask.
“Good.”
You could’ve sworn Foul Legacy teleported to infront of you. One moment it was across the room, the next, its black claws found your hips, effortlessly lifting you up and tossing you onto the mattress.
You landed with a soft “thump”, getting no to time to catch your breath before Foul Legacy’s hands are already back on you. Its claws dig into your hips- tiny rivulets of blood flowing from where the razor sharp points pierces your skin- and it lifts.
A startled yelp comes out of your throat as your lower body is lifted up and Foul Legacy moves its head between your legs. You hardly get a chance to scream in horror as its mouth opens- a long, thick, dark purple tongue that immediately dragged roughly over your clit.
You gasped, hands flying to cover your mouth as Foul Legacy ground its tongue against your clit. You rut your hips upwards, whimpering at the way its claws dug deeper into the fat of your hips in warning.
“Childe- Childe please!” You babbled, crying and grabbing at the sheets as you were forced to take the near painful grind of Foul Legacy’s tongue against your clit. It was too much, but it wasn’t enough, and the more Foul Legacy went on, the harder you sobbed, eventually, a painful orgasm crashing into you like a freight train.
Foul Legacy’s tongue continued to rub against you- working you through your orgasm till you were once again squirming in overstimulation.
You didn’t get any time to recover before you were once again dropped down onto the mattress- hazily worrying about the blood ruining the sheets before you froze.
There was no way. There was no way that was going to fit inside of you. It was at least 14 inches, for Christ's sake. And why the hell was it thicker than your upper arm?
You hastily pushed yourself up, opening your mouth to call out Childe’s name- only to have your ankles grabbed and shoved up past your head- your body now completely bent in half.
You cried out and squeezed your eyes shut, shaking as you felt that same long tongue flicker across were Foul Legacy’s bloody claws were holding your ankles- shivering as you felt it lick the blood up- eventually moving to the punctures on your hips and lapping up the blood that ran down your skin.
By the time you cracked your eye open, Foul Legacy had finished with the blood- bitting, licking, and sucking across your thighs as it made its way closer and closer to your still sensitive pussy.
You bucked your hips away, squirming and begging as you tried to get through to Childe.
“No no no no- Childe! I’m too sensitive! You were too rough! Don’t use your tongue again!!”
Foul legacy looked up at you, an angry growl and tight ting of the claws at your wrists was all you needed to be frightened back into compliance.
You bit your cheek and looked away, a whiny whimper escaping from your throat as the head of Foul Legacy’s monstrous cock rubbed against your sore clit.
Well- at least it listened to you-
Although you weren’t sure you were grateful once it started pushing in. No matter how wet you had been, it would’ve hurt either way.
You couldn’t help it, you screamed. loud and pained until Foul Legacy shoved its tongue down your open mouth, muffling your screams as the large muscle wiggled its way past the muscles at the back of your throat, leaving you sobbing and gagging around it as the painful stretch of its cock only grew worse.
All the while, you were staring up. Not at your boyfriend, but at whatever he had become.
Tears flowed freely from your eyes as you struggled to breath around the tongue intent on making its way down your throat. The lack of oxygen at least partially distracted you from the burning stretch of your hole.
Foul Legacy didn’t remove its tongue from your mouth until you were too lost in pleasure to care about the pain. You couldn’t help but scream- the way Foul Legacy’s cock bullied it’s way inside of you- going deeper and deeper with each thrust, till it could bottom out easily with each thrust-
You were absolutely leaking around its cock, babbling and clenching as each of Foul Legacy’s thrusts sent the bed rocking and you bouncing.
You were too far gone to even care when you looked down- seeing Foul Legacy’s cock covered in blood as It roughly thrusted in and out- growling things about breeding you, filling you up, telling you that you’d make such a strong mother for its offspring.
Even when you came, Foul legacy didn’t stop, fucking you through not just that orgasm- but another one after it. By the time Foul Legacy finally did finish, you were hardly more than a fucked out mess beneath it. It’s hips stuttering and grinding into you as it filled you with waves and waves of cum- till it spilled out from your pussy, even while you were still stretched out on its cock.
Even then, Foul Legacy didn’t pull out, it kept you on its cock, curling its massive body around you protectively as you fell asleep almost immediately.
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Just like I prefer
warnings: NSFW (mdni), vulgar words, praise, pet names, teasing, cursing, soft intimate sex, degradation, dominance, punishing, ooc, etc.
characters: Tartaglia, Ayato, Albedo, Zhongli, Thoma, Kazuha, Dainsleif, & Scaramouche
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“You can take it, you’ve done it before.” He said that so nonchalantly with the enthusiasm of someone who had been there more than once, he loved how fragile you look beneath him when you hear those phrases, how his cock rubs against your ass as you try to get back up again and it makes you want him even more. It was so damn satisfying to keep an eye on, the helplessness that came over you as you tried not to cry in satisfaction.
You let out an unsteady exhale as his fingers dig into your hips, holding you down on the bed, “Please... Give it to me...” you whisper, your voice hoarse. He knows you don’t care about getting punished if that’s all it is, just that you get him off. You were so obliging to do anything at that point, for whatever he wanted you to do, for however long it lasted. His touch had always made you go crazy with desire,
"You're being punished and You're only making this worse," he says, kissing your ear lobe gently, "Now shut it." And so you did because you didn't want to irritate him anymore and you wanted to cum. You knew how he gets mad whenever you whined or complain too much. You couldn’t help it, what else could you do but beg for him?
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Zhongli, Albedo, Thoma, & Kazuha
“You like it that much, hm?” his grasp on your hair tightened, he groaned into the crook of your neck as he felt your walls contract around his cock once more, He had been trying to get you off for an hour and yet here you were, clinging to him and moaning into his ear, “That’s so hot, love, keep doing that.”
His eyes closed against your hair as he thrust himself in a desperate attempt to come with ease, your hands gripped his shoulders as you kissed his neck and he swore his body would go rigid if you kept this up. You were so responsive. He could see why he liked you so much, ‘cause you were so damn needy.
you loved when he made you feel good, but the real prize was when you made him feel better. When all the stress melted away from his body. Your fingers dug deeper in his skin as your nails scraped along his shoulder blades, he let out a breathless grunt before burying his face in your hair. This was his favorite thing about you. You were so good at making him feel good, especially after a tough day’s work.
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 ⎯⎯ 𒁍 He lies there nervously on the bed with his hands tied behind his back and the leash of his collar in your hand. He didn't think he was the type to get so turned on by this... You doubted that he'd even be into it but that was quickly proven false as you saw the growing tent in his pants.
He felt so hot within the moment, having his arms bound behind his back and that collar just a bitttt tight around his neck. It didn't help his situation once he felt the sole of your foot pressing against his aching hard-on, teasing him with a little rub bringing him that bit of friction to his cock to make him whine out loud.
A little tug of the leash tightening the collar around his neck and the sudden feeling of you on top of him was driving him to the edge. A choked moan of your name came from his lips as he felt your warmth finally welcoming him inside, hands immediately struggling against the cuffs in hopes of finding it's place on your waist like usual when in this position... but he gives up when he realizes he can't get out of this. Not that he even minds anyway... it just feels so good to have you in control.
CHILDE, KAEYA, GEPARD, SAMPO, LUKA, Zhongli, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Thoma, Kaveh, Itto, Dan Heng, Loucha, Blade, Doppio Dropsycthe, Luca Kaneshiro
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♡ holding hands with the genshin men ♡
Your lover is so sweet on you, it's crazy. Every part of you is so precious to them, including your pretty hands. Holding them is a privilege they are lucky to recieve, so what happens when they do?
II Diluc, Childe, Wriothesely x reader II romantic fluff ⋆˙⟡
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Diluc's hands are really rough and calloused, a symptom of not properly taking care of them for so long while weilding his claymore as a young man---so he feels bad holding your hand while not wearing gloves. If you grasp his hand unexpectedly while he's gloveless, he'll guiltly pull away from you with a shamed look on his face; it's not because he doesn't love you, oh my god you can't even imagine how wrong that statement is, he's just embarrassed. He doesn't think his hideous, coarse hand is fit to hold your soft, pretty one. Sometimes, though he resents it, he can't stop himself from touching you despite his uncovered hands, when every nerve inside him fires with the need to just feel you for a moment; so, with soft "I'm sorry's" leavings his mouth, he brushes a hand down your bicep, taking the quishy skin in his palm and lightly squeezing, breathing a sigh of relief---as if something within him was just set right. Even if you reassure him that you love his hands, that you don't mind the roughness and even like it, he still finds them unnacceptable. Hands that have done what he's done could never deserve to hold something so precious, so good. But you insist, and there was nothing in his soul that would ever allow him to say no to you, so he complies---to his guilty pleasure. Even though he loathes the feeling of his hands, he adores the feeling of yours. It's like his own personal kind of heaven---their touch anywhere on his body sends him into a state of pure softness and bliss. He could get lost in the feeling and often does, finding a much needed sense of peace as he closes his eyes and relishes the feeling; knowing he doesn't deserve it, but desperate not to lose it.
Childe cannot get his hands off you. Ever. Not like he even tries to, anyway. He's so clingy, he just needs some grip on you in every moment you're beside him; whether it be throwing his arms around you and holding you tight to his chest like a teddy bear or just keeping a hand on the small of your back snuck underneath the fabric of your shirt as you sit together. Though you adore this habit of his, enjoying his possessive touch...it poses a significant problem when you need to be seen with him in public. After you two became an official couple, you quickly realized that the man has not a single, miniscule particle of decorum within himself. It doesn't matter where he is or who might see, the man does what he wants when he wants to, so he has a serious PDA problem. His brain just simply cannot comprehend what you mean when you tell him he can't be all over you in public, that nobody wants to see that..."well why are they looking then?", he argues. You explaining to him that him touching you is not a god-given right he can exercise whenever and wherever he pleases just does not compute, so you have to comprimise. You two (him, begrudgingly) agree that the one place on your body that is appropriate to touch in public are your hands. The hands are fair game. You think he'd settle for just holding your hand while you're out together, but he needs a little more than that. He'll hold your hand while you two walk around Liyue Harbor, but will also squeeze it or pinch it to get you to look at him when he wants your attention, plays with your fingers when he's bored, traces your palm when he's feeling lovesick; all in all, he makes good use of the ground you give him. It actually becomes sort of a fun challenge for him: what new things can he try? Just how far can he go? Can he bring your hand up to his lips to kiss your knuckles while you're mid conversation with him? Your pink cheeks and lost train of thought tells him he can. What if he bites your hand just to irritate you? No, you batted him away. He'd have to try again later, just for effective data analysis, of course...not of course---he just likes bugging you. Even though he does the most he can to get his vicerally needed amount of affection from you while you two are out for the day, the excess builds up, so be prepared to be smothered by him the moment you two get home.
Wriothesley holds your hand protectively, especially when you visit him at work. His grip is as much of a vice as his handcuffs---he will not let go or ease up until you both are safely alone. While you two walk the streets of the Court of Fontaine or the halls of Meropide, his eyes are always on a swivel so that you may be blissfully unbothered by your surroundings; while at your lover's side, you're essentially untouchable. When he spots a potentially unsavory individual or situation, he always uses his hold on you to shift you to his other side or just behind him--putting himself between you and any form of hazard. Thesely refuses to take risks with you, even if it means sacrificing leisure---while at your side, he's on duty as your personal guard dog. He doesn't mind; any work put in to your benefit is work he is happy to do, though you wish he would relax a bit while you two are together. He's often distracted by assessing the grounds you walk on to be fully present during your dates, but you can always pull his attention back to you with a squeeze or tug on his hand. The way his head snaps in your direction, a clueless look in his eyes as a "hm?" rumbles from his chest never fails to make you giggle. You'll have to repeat your statement for him, but you can't blame him; the way he gets too absorbed in your safety is only proof of how deep his love really is for you. Be sure to reward him for his service with a kiss to his cheek or jaw---your affection is the most fulfilling payment he could wish to recieve.
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yandere-daydreams · 1 year
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Title: Homebound.
Pairing: Yandere!Childe x Reader (Genshin).
Word Count: 2.9k.
TW: Prolonged Imprisonment, Obsessive Behavior, Delusional Behavior, Mentions of Torture, There Is A Kid Involved But Childe Just Sorta Found It In The Woods, and Disturbing Themes.
[Part Two]
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He would be coming for you, soon.
The sky was still dark, the stars still as bright as they had been in the dead of night, but the moon was beginning to sink below the horizon, the lampposts that lined the street below your apartment beginning to fade as their oil stocks ran dry. You’d been at your window since sunset, too anxious to do anything more than stare at the scrapes of landscape and, occasionally, glance towards the cradle behind you, where your Lina slept soundly, unaffected by your racing heart or gnawing nerves. It was for the best, as unfair as it felt that you would have to burden her fear as well. You did this so she wouldn’t have to suffer like you had, wouldn’t have to live under the suffocating care of a man with too much power and too little love in his heart.
You were doing this so she would never have to know what it was like to be a part of Childe’s family, and a toddler's cluelessness wasn't going to be the thing that made you give up.
With a shallow sigh, you tore yourself away from the window and brought yourself back into the reality of your cluttered apartment, hastily thrown into disarray after his visit that afternoon. As many of your possessions as you could account for had been ripped from their drawers and thrown from their cabinets, brought out into the open where you could take stock of what few belongings you had. There wasn’t much you needed, really. Any family heirlooms or beloved childhood trinkets had been lost the first time you escaped from Childe, but you filled your pockets with what little you still considered dear to you  - a rose-shaped pendant a kind stranger had gifted to you when you first arrived in Mondstadt, a flimsy ring of golden vines and miniature cecilias you had won at a booth during the last Windbloom festival, and lastly, the sphere of metal and glass as-of-yet unbound by any casing. Your Vision, as much as you hated acknowledging the damned thing’s existence.
 Your cloak was next, dark enough to melt into the shadows of the forest and long enough to drag against the floor as you tied it around your neck. A swab of shapeless, black fabric accompanied it, but before you made use of that, you found the powered sleeping draught a healer had given your sometime back, when the nightmares were still too vivid to be suppressed by exhaustion alone. Gritting your teeth, you spread a small portion of the lilac dust over the pad of your thumb, and approached the cradle.
It was a small mercy, really, that whatever resemblance Childe had seen in Lina was lost on you. She had reddish hair, but it was too light, closer to blonde than ginger. Her eyes, while blue, were brighter, more curious, more full of life than those of a man who felt nothing but bloodlust and obsession could ever be. She did not have her abductor’s freckles, his pale skin, and you were thankful each time you looked at her that you did not see Childe, that she would never be bound to him by blood or by likeness.
You could remember the day he brought her home, no more than a few months old and bundled in his blood-flecked coat. He’d made it out to be a miracle, as if the archons had descended from Celestia and laid the child that you had selfishly refused to give him at his feet. You’d already decided to run away by then, already started to plan how you’d escape his awful little cabin and his awful frozen nation, but Lina had forced you into immediate action. It was one thing to submit yourself to Childe, to play soft and innocent for another week while you prepared. You couldn't have left Lina in his care for any longer than absolutely necessary and still expected to be able to live with yourself.
That might’ve been why your heart ached as painfully as it did as you reached down, slipping your thumb past her lips and spreading the powder across her gums. She stirred, her expression souring, but you swallowed back your remorse as the sleeping draught took effect, as she relaxed and fell into a sleep too still to be natural. The guilt was nearly overwhelming, but you would have to stomach it. Whatever happened, she couldn’t wake up. Not before you made sure she was somewhere safe.
Steeling yourself, you pulled the cloak’s deep hood over your head, lifted Lina from her cradle, swaddled her body in the black fabric, and slipped out of your apartment and into the night.
--
Childe was in your apartment.
In your living room, sitting in your favorite (and only) armchair, bouncing Lina softly on his lap. You could hear her cooing as soon as you stepped through the door, see her sitting upright and gripping at the fingers of an offered hand, taste the apology you'd been practicing for taking so long at the afternoon market, but it took you a little longer to notice Childe, to process that he was here, in your house, holding your daughter. Like he had any right to. Like you hadn’t gotten away from him.
“I can already tell - she’s gonna be a fighter.” He was already grinning, already pushing himself to his feet. You couldn’t move, couldn’t run as he came to stand next to you, holding her against his side. “That’s our little Atalanta. Barely a year old and already shaping up to be such a fierce warrior.”
Atalanta. You’d almost managed to forget that Childe had given her a name of his own – a name fit for a hero, at that. Your Lina wouldn’t be a hero. She wouldn’t carry a name that demanded a place in the tales of adventures and on the tongues of storytellers. She would live a quiet, happy life in Mondstadt. the city of freedom. She would be great if she wanted to be, but she wouldn’t be a weapon. She wouldn’t be what he would’ve raised her into.
“She's growing like a weed, too.” And yet, you couldn’t seem to say that. You couldn’t seem to move. A hand fell to the small of your back, his smile taking on a softer drawl as he let his head lull to the side. “We’ll have to redecorate the nursery. I tried to keep up with all the milestones, but it’s been… how long? Nine months?” He paused, chuckled. “You kept me lonely, you know that? I didn’t even have our little Atalanta to keep me company.”
Something very large and very sharp lodged itself in the back of your throat. “Lina.”
Childe’s smile faltered. “What was that, dear?”
“Her name is Lina.” You were smart enough not to try and tear Lina out of his arms, but that did little to stifle the temptation. “You’re not welcome here. Get out and get away from my daughter.”
He let out a breathy laugh, pulling away from you and returning Lina to her cradle, unbothered by your meager threats. “You’re really going to be stubborn about this, huh? I let you go on your little trip, gave you more than enough time to live out your little fantasy in this rotting shack of a country, and you’re still going to be stubborn?” Another laugh, another faltering grin. He started towards you, careful to keep himself between you and Lina, but it was an unnecessary precaution. You were rooted to the ground, unable to move as he embraced you – wholeheartedly, this time, both arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you off the floor and into his chest. You could feel his smoldering breath fanning over the side of your neck, his blunt nails burrowing into your sides as he fought to keep you as close as possible, but you did nothing to resist him. You weren’t going to fight him in front of Lina, no matter how much you wanted to claw at his face, to shove at his chest, to get him away from you. You weren’t going to make her watch that. “Come home. I’m only going to ask once.”
He hadn’t asked at all, but it would’ve been a waste of time to point that out.
“Are… are you going to hurt me, if I refuse?”
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m going to hurt you either way. You ran away from me. You stole my daughter.” Spoken softly, with more than a note of anticipation in his voice. “But, if you don’t put up a fight, I’ll try not to break anything that won’t heal.”
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His subordinates were swarming the area around your apartment. They couldn’t wander openly, not with the attention their concentrated presence would draw, but you could feel their eyes burning into you from side streets and alleyways as you descended the narrow staircase, prying into you for a moment before moving onto their next target. They were looking for someone who fit Childe’s description – a sweet, doe-eyed thing carrying a child made from sunlight and laughter, not someone dressed for weather much more hostile than anything Mondstadt had to offer, trotting a formless heap of material. What interest your attire would’ve garnered dissolved completely as you joined a large group of passing drunkards, thrown out of their taverns and sent to stumble home at some unholy hour, too belligerent to do anything but welcome you into their numbers. It was a small blessing that you'd spent as much time in the taverns as you had, despite how little you cared for wine. There wasn't a barfly within Mondstadt's walls who would think to question your presence among them.
You followed them north, through the city’s commercial district, keeping your head low and Lina wrapped in your arms until you reached the gate to the eastern port. The drunkards continued on, but you remained.
It was deserted, as you thought it would be. You knew Fatui agents were posted at the city’s gates, waiting to catch you if you tried to flee this nation, too, but the eastern port wasn’t so eye-catching, wasn’t such a vital thing to guard when it came to blocking off the possible escape routes of runaway captives. Even if it hadn’t been so easily forgotten, it would’ve been a waste of men to guard. There was only one bridge over Cider Lake, and no one in their right mind would try to swim across, especially with a child in tow. Unless you could walk on water, the main gates were the only way in or out of the city.
Unfortunately for Childe, you weren’t as helpless as you’d been the first time he stole you away.
You followed the shore for as long as you could, until the city’s walls threatened to bend and reveal your position to the agents posted at the main gates. With no lack of trepidation, stepped onto the sand and reached into your pocket, taking up your Vision and holding it tightly in your clenched fist. The chill bit into your palm, unhindered by any casing, pure Cryo energy pulsing beneath the hazy surface of the glass. You hadn’t been able to look at it for weeks after you arrived in Mondstadt, and even after you’d started to overcome your aversion, it was hard to imagine a world wherein you could carry it proudly, where you could give such an awful thing the care and attention it’d take to learn how to use it properly.
Not that you had time to practice, right now. It was all you could do to give yourself a few seconds to catch your breath as you stepped out and onto the lake, the glassy water instantly freezing underneath your feet. A hairline crack formed across the surface as you shifted your weight onto it, but the ice held, and you let your shoulders slump, relief replacing a fraction of your anxiety. It was slow progress, each step hesitant and unsure, but you persisted, even as frost crept up the heel of your boots, even as a chill more pointed and more penetrating than any you’d felt before seeped under your skin and into the gaps between tissue and bone.
Even as, as much as you loathed to admit, you realized that the cold was not quite as unpleasant as you'd hoped it would be.
--
“But, if you don’t put up a fight, I’ll try not to break anything that won’t heal.”
You glanced towards the cradle, towards Lina as she struggled to sit up and started to look for her suddenly absent source of entertainment. It wasn’t good to lay her down so quickly, to leave her unattended while she was still awake, but once again, you doubted it’d be of any use to tell Childe that. “What’ll happen to Lina?”
“I’ll take care of Atalanta, obviously.” You could feel his lips against the curve of your throat, the points of his teeth against your skin. “I've had to wait months for this. Do you really think I’d neglect her now?”
You were more worried about how she’d turn out under his full attention.
But, you pretended to consider it, pressing your lips into a thin line and going quiet. After more than a few seconds, you brought your hands up to his chest – not shoving, but nudging gently, softening yourself into something delicate, something he’d be able to understand. There was a throaty, disappointed groan, a minute or so of resistance, but eventually, he lowered you back onto your feet, letting his hand fall to your hips. “I’ll come with you,” you started, slowly, deliberately. It hurt to say, the sentiment searing your throat and catching on your teeth. The fact that you, of course, did not mean a word you said was only a minor salve. “But, Lina deserves one last day in her home, and so do I. Give us until dawn tomorrow, then we’ll both come willingly.”
He bowed his head, falling far enough to let his lips brush against your forehead. He’d always thought of any distance between your body and his as an unnecessary frivolity, a luxury he wasn’t willing to give you. Apparently, your time apart hadn’t lessened his distaste for separation. “You know how pointless it is to run, right? The Fatui have every plank of wood in this city under surveillance, and my subordinates won’t be as forgiving with you as I am.”
“Please, Childe.” You lean into him, melting against his chest. He was a soldier, a warrior, not a diplomat. If you were sweet enough, if you spoke in a way that appealed to his delusions, then he would listen. “Just one more day. Then, you’ll have us for the rest of our lives.”
There was another squeeze to your waist, another lingering kiss to your forehead. “One day.”
There was no need to look at him as he pulled away. You could practically hear his smile.
“Then, you’re all mine.”
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You made it to shore unscathed, but your trek through the forest was not so painless.
Each step was labored, made more impossible by the bundle in your arms, the weight of your cloak, the months you’d spend living in domestic peace. Your cloak snagged on every stray branch and boulder, your boots easily caught under roots and stray vines, and the darkness of the night only served to make each obstacle more unavoidable, more difficult to shield Lina from. Even holding your daughter was a challenge, once the adrenaline faded and exhaustion began to set in. Your arms ached where they had not already gone numb, and your chest swelted underneath the heavy fabric, more suited for Snezhnaya's eternal winter than Monstadt's ever-present summer. Resigning yourself to the main road would’ve cut hours off of your journey, but roads were patrolled, and you could not risk meeting another person – knight, adventurer, and agent alike. You didn’t have the time it would’ve taken to explain yourself, let alone pick a fight.
You travelled west, across the valleys of Windrise, through the most wilderness-infested outskirts of Springville. The sky was beginning to lighten by the time your destination came into sight, and with its purpose now obsolete, you shed your cloak and began to descend, taking your time to skirt down sheer rockfaces, to wad through the slow-running streams that webbed across the land. You navigated through the rows of wooden racks and grape vines, not yet in bloom, only letting yourself slow as dirt turned to cobblestone, as the mansion before you turned from a shadowed suggestion to a great, towering structure – secure in the sheer implication of its size.
Finally, finally, you came to a stop before the main entryway. It was all you could do to stand there for a moment, to stare up at the mansion and note all the minute differences between its face and that of Childe’s cabin. When you finished, you raised your hand and, with as much force as you could manage, knocked on the door to Dawn Winery.
A maid answered immediately, confusion turning to abject horror as she noticed the state of your clothing, the leaves and debris caught in your hair, the thousand or so tiny cuts and scrapes pleated over your arms and face. She opened her mouth, but you spoke first, unwilling to spend any longer out in the open than you already had. “I need to speak to Master Ragnvindr.”
She pursed her lips. “The young Master does not—”
“Concerning what topic?”
It was a masculine voice, coming from further down the hall. Somewhat begrudgingly, the maid pulled the door open, allowing you to see into the dim mansion. Diluc stood at the other end of the hall, half-dressed, a length of black ribbon in one hand and his hair gathered in the other. Clearly, you’d interrupted his morning rituals. “I’ve heard,” you started, unwrapping Lina’s bundling and praying that those long nights spent listening to the rumors that swirled in the deepest pits of the darkest taverns would serve you well. “that you do not hold much affection for the Fatui.”
His gaze flickered from you to Lina, to your trembling arms. With little hesitation, he approached you, meeting your eyes as he reached for your daughter. You gave a reluctant nod, and he took her up, holding her to his broad chest. “I've always preferred to keep less blood-stained company.”
“In that case,” You step across the threshold, allowing the door to fall shut behind you.
“How would you like to make a Harbinger very, very angry?”
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byeol-ssi · 2 years
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Byeol~ I hope you're having a lovely time wherever you are!! You can do this when you're not busy, but I wanted to make a drabble request with the "there's only one bed" prompt with Ayato and Childe <33 I'm stuck between Diluc and Scaramouche (since your characterization for them is to die for) so you can choose whoever you like more for the last. Thank you so much and have a good time!
underneath twilight ♡ part one
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✦ ayato. childe. diluc. scaramouche. x gn!reader | part two.
✦ tags: sharing a bed (completely SFW) + various tropes.
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ayato *. ⋆ lord and employee relationship
your eyes bounce between the extravagant king-sized bed and sofa. immediately, you make a beeline for the latter and promptly sit down on it. 
as you fluff the cushions on the sofa, AYATO's shadow casts over where you are. aside from his clean, familiar scent that was enough to scramble your brain whenever it enveloped you, he was the only other person in the room. 
the room he insisted you stay in — reasoning that it was reckless for you to sleep with the other male housekeepers, and that no one would wait on him. 
wasn't it the same though, staying in the same room as him? you wanted to question, but refrained, biting your tongue instead. he'd most likely find another way to have the last word. he always did. 
you look up at him, folding your hands in your lap and offering him a polite bow. "i bid you goodnight, milord. please do not hesitate to wake me if you require anything." 
ayato hums, tilting his head in your direction playfully, before elegantly taking a seat next to you. he crosses his legs, blatantly making himself comfortable. 
you blink dumbly. what was he up to now? squirming slightly under his gaze, you cautiously approach, "my lord?" 
"go ahead. sleep," he taunts airily. his voice drops an octave lower when he follows his challenge with, "i'll move you to the bed once you do." 
your stomach knots furiously, and it only worsens when he leans in abruptly. the commissioner seemed to have no concept of personal space, as he always lingered a little too close — never at a distance that could allow you to form coherent thoughts. 
the only problem was, you didn't mind this as much as you should have. 
"is that what you were hoping for?" he asks, tone changing from teasing to innocent so startlingly it almost gave you whiplash.
but after working alongside him for several years, you knew that ayato was never innocent — no matter how much he tried to hide it behind an innocuous facade composed of eloquence, grace, and close-lipped smiles. 
"i wouldn't dare!" you refute a tad too late. and with the cheery grin on his face, he knows you had considered it. sputtering out, "i could not possibly allow you to sleep here!" 
"i never mentioned that i would." he stands up, finally giving you a chance to breathe again, and makes a show of clambering into bed. laying on his side, his eyes shone with a gleam you were all-too-familiar with. "i'll stay right here. beside you." 
the long whoosh of air that gets knocked out of you a second time leaves you speechless, and all you could do was stare at him, open-mouthed, from where you sat. 
when you don't move, ayato sighs. "would you rather i turn this into an order?" he says it good-naturedly, though you knew firsthand that he'd make do with this threat. "i will not lay a hand on you. quite frankly, i cannot be bothered with the paperwork if you do report me for harassment." 
and even though ayato was never innocent, he's never placed you in harm's way. so, you slowly make your way to the bed with your back against the wall, arms slightly raised in apprehension.
still, you wonder if you could get away with strangling him in his sleep. you're pretty sure you'd be doing everyone a favor. perhaps a generous reward awaits you from guuji yae. 
ayato only tracks your figure with a lazy, amused smile. like a fox waiting for its prey. 
eventually, you find yourself under the covers. exhausted from today's activities and not wanting to deal with the man next to you, you fall asleep rather quickly after a murmured goodnight.
propping his head in his fist, he gingerly pulls the blanket closer below your chin. his hand lingers there for a second, thinking about how easily you'd fallen into his whims. 
his hand trails down to your jawline, tracing it as you slept. his heart is barely beating when a content sigh leaves your lips, feeling as if he could stay in this moment forever. 
in this moment, where you felt within his reach. and although you always were, given your occupation, tonight felt like he was hanging by a thin thread — suspended in time.
a place where status did not matter. a place where he did not have to mind prying eyes, and meddlesome mouths. a place where, even while you were asleep, his touch could cause you such contentment. 
and that was enough for him.
for now, at least.
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childe  *. ⋆  childhood friends to lovers
"leave that for tomorrow," CHILDE complains, calling out to you from the other side of the room.
"i know, i know," you mutter to yourself, rubbing your eyes tiredly as you finally switch the lights close. "'m coming." 
it's almost pitch-black, and the cool weight of evening and fatigue fall on your shoulders. only silhouettes dance within the shadows as you maneuver in the dark to locate your bed. 
your knees hit the edge of its frame, and you pat the surface blindly. childe lets out a small grunt, "that was my stomach," he all but wheezes. 
"sorry," you snickered, not sounding a bit apologetic.
childe coming over to sleep was nothing new. the two of you were inseparable when you were younger, and you shared many other things besides a bed growing up. 
that is until he disappeared from your life for quite a while, and this little sleepover would mark the first time in a long time again.
though not much has truly changed. 
he's still insisted that you take the side that's right next to the wall, with him closest to the door. he explained that he'd be able to protect you much more quickly if ever someone intruded.
and like before, you're always the last to come to bed, so you always find yourself crawling over him to get to your spot. 
but the passage of time does not keep everything the same. it's inevitable — something that goes by unnoticed when you don't pay attention. not until the shifts are right in front of you.
because now, you've forgotten that childe's taller. much broader. and before you realize it, you clumsily fall over half of his body. he lets out a second grunt that night, and with a strength you don't recall he possessed before, he keeps you there by draping an arm over your hip. 
you strain your head up to look at him, the tip of your nose brushing his neck. this too, seemed like a new development. one you weren't overly opposed to. hesitantly, you whisper, "childe ... ?"
"stay there," he mumbles, releasing you momentarily to fix your positions and the blanket over both of you. you bury your face in his neck as he holds you in an attempt to become snug. 
"good?" he asks quietly. his fingers thread in your hair, featherlight touches as they dance atop your scalp.
you hum an affirmative reply, clinging to his shirt just a little more.
"good." there's a fond lilt in his voice, and you knew that he'd probably give you shit about this tomorrow morning, but you couldn't help it. 
despite the changes, despite all the years that passed, he still felt warm and familiar. solid and safe. 
"i didn't know you missed me this much," he teases. apparently, he couldn't wait until tomorrow. 
"i did," you admit, and childe is partly taken aback, not expecting you to humor him with blunt honesty. "more than you know." 
the arm around you tightens, pulling you even closer to his side. feigning his laid-back demeanor, he easily replies with, "oh, i know." 
you huff, managing a retort despite your weariness. "you're so annoying."
he laughs, and you feel his entire upper body shake. his hand goes to your upper arm, rubbing it up and down mindlessly. "but you love me." 
"i do," you whisper. the confession is so delicate — so raw — that his hand stills in their movements while sleep drags you deeper into its hold. "more than you know." 
vaguely, you feel him angle his head to look down on you. something damp presses against your forehead so lightly, that you almost believe that you were dreaming already. 
but childe's lips murmur against your forehead.
"i love you more." he breathes.
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diluc  *. ⋆  fake dating
DILUC pinches the bridge of his nose in aggravation. he didn't account for how kaeya and the others would actually go this far. 
it started with a straightforward proposition. a simple scheme to get elzer and kaeya off his back, but he didn't foresee this far ahead into the future, nor considered this possibility. 
a future where you're both forced to share a room since you were parading around as "lovers" in mondstadt.
"i'm really sorry," you began, and diluc hates the way you sound so remorseful. this wasn't even your fault, as it was him who'd stupidly roped you into this entire predicament. "i could ask the front desk if they have another spare room, but they might find out that we separated ways." 
and he hates that it's still him, his reputation, his well-being, that you were considering to the very end. "i don't care. i would much rather have you sleep comfortably instead of keeping up with this act. i can sleep on the floor or move rooms —" 
"it's fine!" you blurt out. diluc opens his mouth to protest again, but you hurriedly propose, "we can share! it's just two people sleeping." 
with the look on your face, diluc knew you weren't entirely convinced as well. but then you continue with forced indifference lacing your voice, "plus ... this is all just fake, right?" 
an arrow pierces through his chest. 
"yes," he lies, mouth going dry. the arrow's steel tip digs down a little deeper. 
you nod, gifting him with a smile that's meant to reassure him, but diluc only feels dishonorable. after a while of awkwardly shuffling around one another, you feel the bed dip beside you as he finally lies down. 
"should i head down and request another blanket?" diluc offers. truly, why would whoever designed this room place an enormously large bed with a single piece of cloth that was half its size? 
you swallow nervously, avoiding his eye. "we could also ... share. if you don't mind." 
he gives you the tiniest little nod, and before he can spark another argument about moving rooms once more, you scoot closer to his side until you're flush against him. 
draping the blanket over both of you, he wonders if you could hear the hammering of his heart in this dead of night. it would be impossible for you not to. 
"please sleep well." your words come out muffled from his chest, and your breathing slowly evens out.
he keeps his arm above your shoulder, afraid to wrongly touch you anywhere else.  
he's aware that you've both gone too far to go back, and that you're both too terrified to move forward. and with the way he pulls you closer, presses you more tightly against him, even he can't deny that this wasn't just for warmth anymore. 
because with every minute that goes by, diluc knows he can't ever let you go. not when you feel like home in his arms. 
so he closes his eyes and decides that when the sun rises, he needs to make this all real, somehow. 
but that was a promise for tomorrow when you both start anew. 
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scaramouche *. ⋆ enemies to lovers
"listen, can we please just get this over with?" you plead wearily. 
SCARAMOUCHE stood by the edge of the singular bed that you were currently arguing over. exhaustion permeated the air, as today's mission was longer than most — courtesy of your assigned partner, who never failed to give you a migraine — and you definitely did not want to sleep on cold, hard ground tonight. 
scaramouche closes his eyes with an irritated click of his tongue, looking as equally exhausted as you did. still, he manages to sneer and say, "and as i said, i'll be taking the bed." 
you heave a sigh, massaging your temples. "no, you'll take the floor." 
"i won't. do you forget your place? i carry a higher rank than you do." 
"fine," you spit out bitterly. "i'll go and ask childe if i can room with him. maybe he won't be an immature ass and actually knows how to fucking share." 
that's when his head snaps back to look at you again. bingo. his nostrils flare while he glowers at you — an expression you were practically immune to by now. "i can fucking share."
"see?" you scoff. archons, he was so predictable. "must you always win?" 
unbeknownst to you, scaramouche lets that comment slide, distracting himself by rearranging the extra pillows into a line down the middle of the bed, splitting it in half. 
because yes, when it comes to you, he'll always win. he wants — needs — to.
he gets in first, and you follow right after without any semblance of fear. it's something that's bothered him up to this very day and is responsible for the tight feeling in his chest whenever in your orbit that he's yet to name or acknowledge at all.
"stay on your fucking side or i will burn this entire place down," scaramouche warns threateningly.
you don't miss a beat when you answer just as rudely, "then we wouldn't have anywhere else to sleep, you idiot."
both of you lay there in stifling silence for a while, both staring up at the ceiling. neither of you questioned the tsaritsa's orders whenever you were forced to work together — but sleeping was a dangerous and vulnerable position to be caught in even if you were technically on the same side.
and it seemed like both of you was aware of that. 
"thank you," you express quietly, clearing your throat. your words hang heavily above your head, but you carry on. "i wasn't entirely keen on sharing a room with childe. or anyone else, if i'm being truly honest." 
the air shifts ever so slightly, and scaramouche stays silent for three more seconds before he can prevent himself from asking, "because?"
he feels you move to peek at him from the fortress of pillows, and he can nearly imagine the astonishment on your face. as much as he wants to witness it, he keeps his eyes stubbornly trained on the ceiling. 
"oh. well, i'm simply not as comfortable with the others unlike when i'm with you," you reveal easily, lying back down.
a feeling of pride surges in his chest.
"and i'm sorry —" you begin before he cuts you off. 
"it's ... fine," he responds curtly. the phrase felt so foreign on his tongue. dealing with forgiveness was never his specialty. normally, whoever slighted him never lived to see another day to apologize. 
"but are you always this talkative even before you sleep?" he gripes without any real malice to it. 
you let out a small, drowsy laugh, and he finds himself enamored with the sound, instead of being vexed. he doesn't fight the urge anymore and turns his head to look at you. 
he's grateful he did. 
it was the first time he'd seen you laugh, genuinely, without any pretense, and it filled him with another strange, unfamiliar, burst of emotion. 
"only with you," you mumble softly, a small smile playing on your lips. "goodnight, idiot." 
he merely scoffs at your name-calling, not wanting to presume how affectionate it almost sounded. soon, he allows himself to rest, sleeping soundly for the first time in years. 
and neither of you says anything when you both wake up entangled in each other's arms. 
the line of pillows gone, boundaries crossed, and sides long forgotten. 
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✦ byeol’s notes: thank you to the lovely nonnie who requested this! i decided to do them all, my way of saying thanks for being so sweet and i loved the idea! and to my other readers, i'll be back to posting regularly — at least, once a week — if life is kind. ♡
i've been catching up on kdramas and manhwas, so you might've noticed that ayato's part is inspired by that one scene in the business proposal and the duke's cursed charm.
✦ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! feel free to send any requests in. thank you sm and ily <3
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If you’re up for a silly cute request how about a scenario where reader gets a papercut while helping their Genshin BF organize his paperwork and asks him to kiss it better. It’s his paperwork so it’s his fault they got hurt lol. I think Baizhu, Childe, and Kaeya would be good fits for it. Maybe Diluc too if four characters isn’t too many.
The second you make a sharp noise of pain he looks over at you. He knows he asked you for help and that you said you didn't really mind helping him. It was an easy way to bond and you found yourself enjoying spending time quietly with you.
When he realises that you cut yourself he immediately stops what he's doing and comes to look at the cut. Since it's just a paper cut he's not too concerned but he does make sure it's taken are of.
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Baizhu simply glances at the cut and since it's nothing too difficult to take care of he just grabs a salve and puts it on your cut. He gets a cloth to clean off the blood and wraps it up for you. Now you're being told to help him organise the bigger stacks to prevent getting another cut.
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Childe worries a little bit more just because he's a bit anxious when it comes to you. He cleans off any blood and quickly bandages it up, making sure that you don't touch any more of the papers just in case.
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Kaeya can be a little dramatic when it comes to you so he grabs some gauze he has in his desk and insists that your hand needs to be wrapped. Now it's a little awkward to pick up paper which subjects you to his teasing. You end up quitting helping him just because of how mean he's being, Kaeya now having to make it up to you by buying you a treat.
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Diluc makes sure you clean the cut and give you a bandage as well. He also stops letting you help him with the papers to make sure you don't get another one but he does ask you to stay and keep him company so you at least feel useful.
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